by Frank Martinet
I don't know what's gotten into Daddy lately. He's always been strict, but the last few months he's been carrying around his paddle ready to spank at any time, and boy has he been using it!
Maybe it's because I'm almost 18 now. Do teens get spanked more than younger kids? I always thought by the time I was a mature teen, spankings would be rare. Instead I'm getting them twice a week now, and sometimes more.
He's sure spanking harder, though sometimes I think that's just to show Sky that he's not playing favorites. Sky's my new best friend. She moved into our apartment building a few months ago and we hit it off right away. She's my age, so cool, and really pretty. Even Dad likes her, though he doesn't spare her if we get in trouble together.
Sky's dad died a few years back, so it's just her and her mom, and with her mom working so much, Sky hasn't had much parental authority. Dad stepped in and volunteered his services. I guess spanking two kids isn't much more trouble than one. I was glad her mom said yes, because otherwise Sky and I wouldn't be allowed to hang out together.
I actually don't mind my spankings so much if Sky is there getting one too, and since she's always around, she gets almost as many as me. Usually that makes sense since we get in trouble together, but sometimes it's just me at fault - like when I got a D on that math quiz last week - but Dad will also spank Sky.
He calls it a "preventative lesson" whatever that means. Sky goes along with it, though I'm not sure why. Maybe she just misses having a dad and doesn't want to upset mine. I know when it's the other way around - me getting spanked for Sky's sin - I'm not nearly so complacent.
"But, Dad, Sky spilled the juice. Why am I getting spanked?"
"Mandy, you're at fault for not watching her better and for letting her bring juice into the living room," he'd say, or something equally absurd, and then my pants and panties are coming down and I'm over his lap getting my buns tanned.
Fortunately, Sky seems to get more of those undeserved spankings than me, and since she's not complaining, I'm not worrying about it. Besides, she's got a much bigger bottom with more padding, so I don't think spankings hurt her as much. At least she doesn't carry on like I do. I sob and wail and can't stop the tears, while she's tough and barely cries.
I think Dad likes that. He always scolds me about making such a fuss. "Mandy, by now I've spanked you a million times - you should be used to this."
"But it hurts, Daddy!"
"That's the whole point. Now look at Sky, there. Her butt is just as red as yours and you don't hear her whining, do you?"
I want to tell him that Sky's butt is bigger and tougher than mine. My bum is small and delicate, curved like a tennis ball, while Sky's got rounded hips and nice meaty cheeks like melons - she's mature all over, actually - but it seems rude to point out that her butt's big, even if it's true, so I just shut up. It wouldn't make any difference anyway. When Daddy's decided my buns need to be roasted, they're getting roasted. Nothing I say is going to spare me.
It's kinda weird. Dad's always so cheerful when he spanks us. He used to tell me it was a chore and he didn't want to do it. When I was a kid he even tried to put it off on Mom. But she was so flaky and drunk all the time she'd forget it all together or do it too hard and leave bruises on my butt, so Daddy had to take over my discipline. Now I only see her a few times a year and she never spanks me.
Lately Dad is whistling and smiling as he says something like, "Looks like two girls are about to get red-hot bottoms!" I suppose he thinks that's clever, but it's not funny when your butt is the one that's going to be so red and sore!
He even laughs and teases Sky about how mature her bottom is getting, which makes her blush, but I can tell she thinks it's a compliment. Of course he can't tell me - I'm his daughter and it'd be gross.
It's funny how awfully pretty girls like Sky, with golden curls, big blue eyes, and perfect teeth, who should know how gorgeous they are, still love to hear it. I'm slim and dark with a narrow face that's not quite symmetrical - Mom says I'm "growing into" my looks, as if that helps - and it would sure be nice to be told I'm pretty.
Sure, Dad says it, but in a dad way, like he's legally bound to as my father. He doesn't give me specific off-the-cuff comments the way he does Sky. ("Love those jeans, Sky. They really suit you very well.") It's almost like he was flirting with her, but of course, that's not possible. He's nearly three times her age!
And he's preparing her for spanking, which is not what a flirter would do. Yes, he is watching her bare her bottom, but spankings have to be on the bare or you don't feel them, so it's not a sex thing.
Dad's spankings hurt, too. He uses a thin paddle from a lawn ball game. It's shaped like a teardrop and is sturdy plywood. It stings so bad! You can't really feel it over jeans (I tried once), but on bare skin it's like flames are licking your butt.
He doesn't really slam it down, but flicks it so it just burns the top layer of your ass. It's maddening, really, and makes you squirm like an eel. I never thought that much about it when it was just me, but the first time I saw Sky getting it I watched her writhe about like there was a snake inside her. I thought, That's almost obscene. Good thing I don't shake my booty like that.
Of course, the next time I was spanked I realized I did shake my ass all over like that! I was horrified. But in the sting of a spanking you don't know what you're doing. You just can't help it. I tried to be still but I just couldn't do it. Even Sky, who's brave enough to not yelp with every swat, wiggles her tush like it's on fire.
You'd think Daddy wouldn't like that as it would make for a moving target, but he keeps us pinned down enough that we can't dodge the blows and he certainly never misses. Every whack is just blazing pain and my eyes water like crazy.
I can't see my own butt, of course, but Sky's gets awfully red. Her skin is fair and beautifully smooth and the spanks leave pink blotches all over her bottom. It takes several in the same place to get the skin a glowing scarlet, which always happens, and Daddy is thorough so that the spanking goes on until every inch of butt is the color of ketchup.
Halfway through a spanking I'm swearing I'll never be bad again, but there's half left to come, so by the end I'm sobbing and my cheeks are so hot I can't figure out why I'm not charcoal. Usually I get my dose first, so at least I soon have the distraction of watching Sky spanked.
She's so pretty and takes her spanking so much better than me that I'm often jealous. Daddy praises her frequently with phrases like "That's a good girl," "You're doing well, we're almost done," and "Ooh, that one stung. I bet you'll remember that one in your next life!"
With me it's more like "Don't make such a fuss," "You deserve this, honey," or "Put your legs down, Mandy!" He never tells me when we're nearly finished. Instead it's "I told you not to put your hand back, Mandy. I'm adding on another 20 whacks for that!"
He is big on extras. He gives them out like cheap candy. If I hesitate even half a second taking down my panties, for instance, it's an extra ten spanks. Getting out of position is definitely extras. Swearing or cursing is a ton more, depending on the word used. (I once said "Fuck!" and he gave me 50 extra swats.)
Sky gets extras, too, so it's not just me. But I have been noticing lately that hers are for more ambiguous things. Like Daddy will get near the end, rub the paddle or his hand over her sore red bottom, and then he'll say, "I think an extra 15, what do you say?"
She always nods, of course. What else she supposed to do? Sometimes it's just ten, but often it's 20 or 30. Sky has to say yes. I'm sure if she didn't, he'd come up with some way to spank her extra for disobedience or not taking her punishment gracefully.
I couldn't begin to tell you what a typical spanking is in terms of the number of swats. I don't think Daddy really goes by that. Maybe it's time or the state of our bottoms, I don't know. He spanks until he thinks we got what we deserved. Any extras are on top of that, and it's rare there's a spanking without extras. I'd guess each spanking is three or four minutes, plus a bit more.
Sometimes, if he catches us seriously misbehaving, the punishment is really intense and we're over his knee for six or seven minutes. Plus some profound extras, which always hurt more when you're already sore and especially when you thought the endless spanking was nearly over.
Like last month he found Sky in possession of a condom. She was sleeping over and we were giggling about it when Daddy walked in because we'd been making too much noise. He gave us each two spankings, one for talking after lights out, and then a real doozy for playing with sex stuff. Sky had stolen the condom from her cousin so it wasn't like we were using that kind of thing. We were just curious, but Daddy took it seriously and now we do, too.
Most of our spankings aren't that bad, but Dad's been on such a trip lately, paddling for the slightest thing. Like when I tried to go out the door without a jacket. Instead of just reminding me or scolding me, he called us both back in for spankings. Sky didn't even argue, though she was wearing a jacket and hadn't disobeyed.
"For you this is just a reminder," he said, but I swear the spanking she got was just as bad as mine. Her cheeks were coated a lovely wine color when he finished, and she was wiping tears from her eyes and promising to never forget her jacket.
Daddy sat there with Sky across his lap studying her tomato-colored cheeks and said, "Think 20 more, just to make sure."
I didn't think Sky even really agreed, but he was picking up the paddle and bringing it down in fiery blasts that had her squirming. Her tush got really red before he finished and I was damned glad it wasn't me.
When we were outside, Sky said to me, "Wow, your dad sure is strict."
"He didn't used to be this way. Usually I just get a warning. Recently he's got less lenient. Now it's always the paddle."
"At least you've got a dad," she said, rubbing her bottom thoughtfully.
"You've got a mom. I don't have that."
"You've got one, she's just not always in the picture."
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