Nitrites M/Ff
This story contains the non-consensual spanking of an adult female
and an
underaged female. The author of this story only condones such
treatment of
family members when they are fictional as in this story. If you
are a minor
or are likely to feel disturbed by this fictional account, you
are advised
to read no further!
Steven Lester checked his packing list one final time before coming
to
the conclusion that he had packed everything he would need for
his four-day
business trip to Chicago. Steven worked for a large advertising
company and
every year, his firm had a meeting in the windy city to discuss
the state of
the company. Steven found these meetings boring, and he had entertained
the
idea of leaving the company anyway, as the stress of meeting deadlines
and
always having to come up with new and inventive ideas was beginning
to wear
him down.
Over the course of the past year, Steven had begun to feel highly
stressed out and it got to acute, that he sought medical help.
While he was
given a clean bill of health from his physician, he was advised
to seek ways
to lower his stress levels. His doctor had a very well kept aquarium
in his
waiting room, and Steven always found it relaxing to gaze at the
little
creatures swimming around inside that glass biosphere. He often
would
compliment his doctor on how nice the tank looked, and he would
inquire
about how much work was required to keep such a tank. However,
he never
really gave any thought about getting into the hobby himself,
until that
day.
He drove over to a local pet shop and purchased a 55- gallon tank,
along
with all the necessary supplies. He bought an internal filter,
as well as
lighting and a heater. Finally, he procured a water test kit.
He learned
that you don't measure how good the water quality is simply by
visual
inspection. A tank can have the clearest water this side of the
Rockies, but
if the water chemistry is off, the fish will most likely get sick
and
eventually die. He likened it to air quality. The air is clear
and you can't
see it, but if the chemical make up contains too many pollutants,
people
will become ill. Steven actually felt a little stressed from that
conversation. Here he thought all one had to do was add water,
toss in some
fish, and presto, you had a fish tank you could be proud of.
Steven hurried home that day and surprised his family with the
tank. His
wife Brenda was shocked to see this newest edition to their home.
Laura,
their 16 year old daughter, seemed quite happy with this latest
toy. Brenda
asked Steven why he purchased the tank, and she agreed that it
was a good
idea to embark on something that would help him to manage his
stress. So,
the tank soon found a home in an upstairs bedroom that became
known as the
"fish room."
Steven found this hobby to be both educational and fascinating.
He
decided to start slowly with a tank of community fish. He read
books on fish
keeping and made sure to only add species that could coexist with
each
other. He did weekly partial water changes of 25% and changed
the filter
media each month. He learned about the beneficial kinds of bacteria
that a
healthy filtration system needs to have. His study of water chemistry
gave
him a clear understanding of "new tank syndrome," and how, over
time, these
necessary bacteria grow from zero to a large enough population
to keep the
tank water within safe parameters for sustaining the aquatic life
therein.
The abridged version of such chemistry is simply this: Fish are
added to a
new tank and they produce waste, which in turn, becomes ammonia.
As Steven
learned, ammonia is highly toxic to fish and even in small amounts,
it can
cause fatalities. With the passage of time, another type of bacteria
comes
along and changes the ammonia to nitrites. Nitrites are also highly
toxic to
fish, although not quite as toxic as ammonia. That having been
said, even in
small amounts, nitrites can also cause fish to have difficulty
in breathing
and the attack on their respiratory systems can cause death. Finally,
another type of bacteria comes along and converts the toxic nitrites
to
relatively harmless nitrates. The amount of nitrates can be kept
to a
minimum by making partial water changes each week. Steven had
gotten his
tank to the healthy stage by sticking to a good maintenance routine.
Both Brenda and Laura enjoyed the esthetic appeal that any well-kept
aquarium offers. Steven didn't ask much of them when it came to
caring for
the tank, since it was his hobby and his form of stress relief.
Steven
enjoyed taking care of the tank. The fish all seemed healthy and
their
coloration was superb. Even though he has not yet experienced
the "fish
trauma" that any long time aquarist can talk about, he nonetheless
set up a
hospital tank, just in case. He worried about a fish perhaps being
injured
in the tank, more than he thought about illness. Steven enjoyed
his newly
found hobby.
So, on this evening before his trip, Steven spoke to Brenda about
the
tank and what he needed to have done. Actually, it wasn't all
that much.
Steven had recently done the entire tank and filter maintenance
and all he
required Brenda to do was to feed the fish. Steven demonstrated
how much
food Brenda should feed at one time. He showed her that just a
pinch
between his thumb and forefingers was more than enough to feed
them. He
explained that underfeeding is OK, but over feeding can cause
a rapid
deterioration of the water conditions. Brenda nodded her head
and said he
needn't worry about the tank.
Steven's trip to Chicago had gone smoothly. He phoned his home
on his 2nd
night there and asked how everything was going. Brenda said that
all was
fine and the fish were being cared for. Steven completed his stay
in Chicago
and flew home feeling very relaxed and contented. That feeling
would not
last much longer.
Upon arriving home, Steven found the house to be empty. He had
actually
gotten home a few hours earlier than he had thought. He walked
into his
bedroom, and immediately took a shower and got into some comfortable
clothes. He went into the kitchen and made himself a bite to eat,
before
going into the fish room to say hello to his aquatic babies. He
almost
choked on his next sip of coffee, as the tank, which had been
so beautiful
upon his departure , now resembled a tank straight out of the
Twilight Zone.
The fish were all near the surface of the water, gasping for air.
Steven
moved quickly to save his pets. He netted each one of them and
transferred
them to his fully operational hospital tank. Once they were safely
put into
the tank, he took a deep breath and thought about things. He knew
Brenda
would be home shortly. He opened his suitcase and took out a huge
ebony
hairbrush. He then sat down and waited.
Half an hour later, he heard the door opening and Brenda walked
into the
house. Steven didn't say a word. Instead, he simply stayed seated
and
awaited her arrival into the room. Brenda let out a gasp as she
didn't
expect Steven to be home yet. "You startled me!" she said when
she noticed
Steven sitting there. Steven had a look of displeasure on his
face. It was a
look that Brenda had seen a few times before, and each time she
saw that
look, it meant only one thing: That her backside would soon be
beet red and
she'd be crying her eyes out and apologizing over something. Brenda
felt her
tummy growing weak and she managed a smile and asked, "Steven,
are you OK?
"How did your trip go, honey?' Steven took a deep breath and told
his wife
that his trip went fine. He went on to explain that his expression
and
demeanor changed the moment he walked into this room. Brenda,
still not sure
what her husband was talking about, asked him what was wrong.
Steven stood up and took his wife by the hand and led her over
to the
tank. "Look at it!" Steven commanded, using that tone that always
made
Brenda feel like a little girl. Brenda gazed at the tank. "What
happened to
the fish?" Steven looked into her eyes and said, "The fish are
in the
hospital tank. 'Now, bring me the water test kit." Brenda did
as she was
told and Steven took a water sample and took some readings. He
showed Brenda
the results that said the tank was now highly unstable and had
very unsafe
amounts of nitrite in it. "Honey, how did that happen," asked
Brenda. Steven
looked into the tank and immediately saw what had happened. The
fish had
been overfed. He pointed to the bottom of the tank, and in the
gravel you
could easily see copious amounts of uneaten food. "Brenda, didn't
I tell you
not to over feed the fish?" Brenda just looked at the floor. Steven
asked
her why she had been so neglectful of the tank and she only could
reply that
she was sorry. Finally, Steven pointed to the dresser drawer and
said,
"Brenda, bring me the hairbrush."
Brenda knew that she was really in for it. Whenever Steven spanked
her
with the hairbrush, he had no mercy on her. He spanked her for
what seemed
like forever. When he used his hand, it hurt, but it was nothing
when she
compared the pain to that of the hairbrush. She knew that begging
him not to
spank her only led to a longer one, so, with tear filled eyes,
she did as
she was told. When she stood before him, holding the brush, Steven
immediately took her by the hand and guided her across his lap.
He was very
angry and he had every intension of teaching her a very painful
lesson.
He lifted her skirt out of the way and slapped the seat of her
panties 20
times before beginning to lower them. Brenda cried out, "Steven,
please, not
on the bare!" but that did no good at all. Steven lowered his
wife's panties
to mid-thigh and then rested the back of the hairbrush on her
backside. "I
am going to make sure you learn to listen to me when I talk to
you. "I
realize this tank is mine and not yours, but I still have a right
to expect
you to care for it, the few times I travel, especially when all
you had to
do was feed small amounts of food to the fish and instead it seems
you
dumped half the container of food into the tank. "How did you
mange to feed
so much food in so little time, especially after I told you NOT
to over
feed?" Brenda could only apologize but she knew that would not
be nearly
enough to spare her backside from the hairbrush. She was assumed
correctly.
She felt Steven take a hold of her and that meant the brush would
soon
explode across her unprotected behind. She clenched her cheeks
and instead
of the brush, she felt Steven's hand rubbing her bottom gently.
"I expect
you to relax your bummy cheeks, or else it will mean an even longer
licking,
and I know you don't want that." Brenda did her best to relax
and after a
few minutes of rubbing, Steven felt her muscles relax and then
he began to
punish her.
The brush landed on her left cheek and before Brenda could let
out with a
scream, the hairbrush seared her left bum cheek. Steven spanked
very fast
this time and he wasn't about to spare his wife at all. He was
going to make
certain that she would never again forget this lesson. For what
seemed like
five straight minutes, the brush rose and fell across her rapidly
reddening
backside. Steven paid a lot of attention to her twin sit-spots
and Brenda
cried hard during those licks, as they hurt even more than the
ones that
were landing on her buttocks. Then, something that had never happened
before
happened. Steven was so intent on this spanking, and Brenda was
crying so
hard, neither one of them heard the door opening or noticed Laura,
who was
now standing in the doorway, her mouth opened, and a look of shock
and
disbelief on her face.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" was all that Laura could manage to
say, but
it was enough to get Steven's attention. Brenda, was mortified
having her
daughter seeing her like this. To the best of their knowledge,
Laura didn't
know how her father punished her mother when she was naughty.
It was their
little secret, but now, the cat was out of the bag. Laura, was
no stranger
to spankings, as she had received quite a few from her father,
and even at
the ripe old age of 16, she was still spanked whenever her behavior
indicated she had earned one.
Steven had always wondered how he might explain himself to Laura,
if she
ever found out about this very thing. He had promised himself
how he would
react, and he kept true to that promise. He kept Brenda over his
lap and
told his daughter to sit down. Laura sat down in a chair facing
her father
and mother, who was still over the knee, with her bare and very
red backside
visible to them both. "Laura, I think you are old enough to know
that you
are not the only girl who is subject to corporal punishment in
this house.
"Whenever your mother behaves in such a way as to deserve discipline,
she
gets a spanking, same as you do." Laura could only manage to ask,
"What did
she do wrong, Daddy?" Steven then began to explain the entire
story and when
he finished, he raised the hairbrush to continue to paddling,
but Laura
interrupted him by saying, "Daddy, NO, you can't punish mom for
his." Steven
looked at his daughter and asked her why she felt that way. "Because
mommy
asked me to care for the tank and I guess I was the one who put
in too much
food." Steven asked Brenda if this was true, and Brenda, still
crying softly
managed to say confirm Laura's statement. "Why didn't you tell
me this
immediately, Brenda?" Steven asked. Brenda said she didn't want
Laura to get
a spanking from him. She further went on to say that if she had
noticed the
poor condition of the tank, she would have spanked Laura herself.
Steven
then said that Brenda deserved the spanking for not paying closer
attention
to the tanks condition and also for not telling him that it was
Laura who
caused the tank to become so nitrite filled.
"Did you explain to Laura how to feed the fish and in what quantities?"
Steven asked. Brenda said that she did. Laura saw Steven relax
a bit and
then he patted Brenda's behind and told her she could get up.
Laura felt
better that she had been able to save her mother from more spanking,
because
her mom's butt already looked redder than a Cuban sunset.
Once Brenda was off his lap, Steven told Laura to come over to
him. Laura
immediately felt her bottom begin to grow warm, as she noticed
her father
was still holding the hairbrush. As Laura slowly approached her
father,
Brenda asked Steven what he was going to do. Steven replied that
it was
apparent to him that both of his girls needed a spanking so his
job was only
half done. Laura, who had tears in her eyes, was now being pulled
face down
over her father's lap. Steven unzipped Laura's jeans and lowered
them and
then, he began to lower her panties. "Daddy, please, don't do
that,
please!!" Laura wailed as she felt her last line of dignity falling
by the
wayside. Steven, as usual, ignored Laura's cries of protest and
soon, his
daughters' bare backside was now on display.
Laura had a perfect ass. It was round and firm and jiggled when
it was
swatted. Steven remembered how just a few years ago, her bottom
was flat and
rather boyish in appearance, but now, it had really blossomed
into the
behind of a very naughty teenaged girl. He rubbed and patted Laura's
behind
while he asked her why she had overfed the fish. Laura tried to
explain that
she thought she had fed the correct amount, but it soon became
obvious that
Laura had simply tuned her mother out when Brenda had spoken to
her about
how much to feed the fish. "Laura, I think you need a reminder
that when
either myself or your mother speak to you, that we have a right
to expect
that you are listening to us. "If those fish would have died,
you can
certainly bet your bare ass that you'd be feeling the strap right
now."
Laura began to profusely apologize and promise that it would never
happen
again, but Steven was having none of that. Brenda felt sorry for
her
daughter because she knew first hand how much one of Steven's
spankings
hurt. She had wished that she had paid more attention to the tank,
because
her spankings, while always painful enough to get tears from Laura,
were
nothing like the spanking her daughter was about to get from her
outraged
father.
"Brenda, go to my suitcase and bring me the aftershave lotion."
Upon
hearing that, Laura began to cry and frantically screamed, "No
please, that
hurts too much!" Brenda did as she was told. For the most serious
of
circumstances, Steven would put some after-shave lotion on to
Laura's behind
before paddling her. The lotion made the brush sting even more
than it
usually did. Brenda handed the bottle to her husband and he rubbed
in a
generous amount on to Laura's bare buttocks.
SMACK! The spanking had begun. Laura hadn't been spanked in about
5
months, but she immediately remembered how much the hairbrush
stung. She
screamed and cried from the very first swat, but Steven was not
about to go
easy on her. He gave her the first series of swats, 20 in all,
before
rubbing some more after-shave lotion on to her very hot behind.
The next 20
swats brought even louder screams and cries for mercy. Steven
heard
everything from, "I'll never do it again," to, "Please, I'm sorry,
I'll be
good." Steven then gave his naughty daughter 20 licks to each
sit spot. By
this point, Laura was inconsolable. Her pleas had been reduced
to hard
sobbing, her legs kicking every so often, as her tears spilled
down to the
carpet below. Steven then patted on even more lotion, and gave
his errant
daughter the final series of licks, this time, and 30 to each
cheek to end
her spanking.
There was now not an inch of skin on Laura's backside that was
not red,
hot and swollen. Steven kept Laura over his lap and allowed her
to cry it
out. For five minutes, Laura cried as her father rubbed some of
the sting
out of her behind. Finally, Laura was able to catch her breath
and from the
all to familiar OTK position, she managed to say, "Daddy, I'm
sorry." Steven
sat Laura on his lap and hugged her. "It's OK honey. "I know you
have
learned a lesson and I trust that in the future, you will listen
to your
mother when she talks to you." At that moment, the three of them
turned and
looked at the hospital tank and noticed that all of the fish were
looking
directly at them. Steven thought to himself that if a fish could
ever have a
satisfied look on it's face, these fish seemed to have found it.
The next day, the family set about fixing up the tank and every
pitched
in and helped. A substantial water change was done and once the
water tests
indicated no nitrite, the fish were transferred from the small
20- gallon
hospital tank, back to their 55- gallon home. It would still be
another five
days before mother or daughter could sit down without any discomfort.
The End
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