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Story 64 Jennifer's Spanking

64 Jennifer's Spanking

Jennifer waited once again. Her position could not be more vulnerable for a
girl already in her teens. She was bent far over, her head hanging down with
outstretched arms, her feet spread and hanging down also. Jennifer's tightly
muscled bottom was the highest point of her body and its prominence was
made all the more acute by the fact that Jennifer was completely nude.

Jennifer closed her eyes wishing that the humiliating punishment that she
would soon suffer was already over. How on earth could she have ended up
in this position again? Well the answer to that wasn't too hard to come by.
Being caught smoking behind the house with her cousin Alison meant that
she was in for more than a quick trip across her mother's knee. Now here
she was, spread and exposed over the 'punishment' bench in the basement
waiting for her father to come down and correct her errant behavior. As
much as Jennifer tried to think pleasant thoughts her mind kept coming back
to the punishment at hand and the embarrassment of a seventeen year old
being so exposed for it.

Punishments hadn't always been like this, she reminisced. Oh, there had
always been spankings. Both of Jennifer's parents came from strict
European upbringings and firmly believed in the benefits of corporal
correction. Jennifer was often pulled over one parent's or the other's knee
for a quick skirt-up, panties down bare-bottomed spanking.

As early as Jennifer could remember, spankings came in one of two

Simple transgressions meant instant punishment over whichever parent's lap
was closest. Spankings were always on the bare regardless of who was
present or how much pleading was made. More serious crimes usually
meant waiting until after supper for a punishment to occur. This meant
waiting for ages and wondering how bad it would be. The anticipation of
such punishments usually made them seem twice as bad.

Evening punishments were usually meted out by Jennifer's dad who might
have her over his knee, bent over a stool or couch arm or lying face down on
her bed over a couple of doubled-up pillows. Spankings might be with a
hand, the hairbrush or a leather strap depending on the severity of the
misdeed. Evening punishments meant stripping down completely and the
embarrassment of doing so became more humiliating as Jennifer went
through puberty and developed both pubic hair and B-cup breasts. Evening
punishments also always meant 'corner time' with Jennifer standing in the
corner of the sitting room, nose to the corner, hands on her head displaying
her freshly spanked bottom to whoever happened into the room. On several
occasions Jennifer had to suffer the added embarrassment of someone from
outside the family seeing her naked body in the corner. On several occasions
it was her aunt and uncle who lived not far away but every once in a while
friends of her mom and dad would enjoy the view. Twenty or thirty minutes
of this exposing display would usually ensure that Jennifer would not soon
forget her transgressions.

Thankfully Jennifer only merited an "evening" punishment about every six
or eight weeks. The punishment bench had started only about three years
ago when Jennifer was fourteen as a result of getting into real trouble. Being
caught shoplifting had ensured that the young adolescent girl was in for the
punishment of her life.

It was Jennifer's father who had picked her up from the store manager's
office that Friday afternoon. When sending her to her room that night,
Jennifer had been told that her punishment would be delayed until Saturday
evening. Jennifer had to spend the day in her room until Saturday so she
hadn't been able to see her father's preparations in the basement.

Dressed in only her dressing gown, Jennifer had been led by her mother
down into the basement that evening. After removing her gown, Jennifer had
to stand, naked with her hands clasped over her head while her father had
lectured her on the evils of stealing. Jennifer remembered how she had been
mortified that her nipples stuck out, erect, from her body. Jennifer had
always been a little embarrassed by the large size of her nipples when hard.
Like her mother, she had been blessed with particularly long and thick
nipples. She felt betrayed by them getting hard when standing in front of her
father like that.

Once the lecture was over, Jennifer made her acquaintance with the new
"spanking bench". She would come to know it many times over the next
three years. The middle of the bench looked like a padded vaulting horse at a
little above waist level. Jennifer had to present herself to the side of the
bench and bend over it. Little slots for her hands and a bar for her to hold
were on a frame in front of her. This left her hands outstretched in front of
her and spread about eighteen inches apart. A pad and a pillow provided a
rest for Jennifer's head but this meant that her breasts and their still
protuberant nipples hung free beneath her.

Once in this bent-over position, Jennifer found herself with her head and
arms about a foot below the level of her upraised bottom. To ensure that she
would not move about, a wide leather belt was attached over the small of her
back holding her down firmly to the softly padded vault. Jennifer's wrists
were also restrained with soft leather straps. Her bottom was now pulled
tight and the firm, still boyish buttocks of the fourteen-year-old were pulled
somewhat apart to leave her completely exposed. Jennifer's positioning was
not yet complete however. Jennifer remembered how first her left leg was
lifted, bent slightly at the knee and then lifted over a peg about twelve inches
to her left. The peg was padded and fit just at the back of her knee.
Jennifer's foot rested in another slot whose leather strap held her ankle
firmly. The procedure was repeated with her right leg leaving her buttocks
now tightly spread and bent but even worse, Jennifer was now completely
exposed from the rear with both her lightly downed pussy and her crinkled
anus fully on display.

Just before the spanking started, Jennifer remembered with vivid clarity how
her mother had opened a small foil pack and removed a long gelatin capsule
from it.

"This is a ginger suppository Jennifer and you're going to find that it will
help you remember this lesson after your spanking has finished," said her

Jennifer was confused for a moment about what a suppository was but that
confusion was quickly resolved as her mother moved between her
outstretched legs and touched the end of the capsule to the center of
Jennifer's tight anus.

Jennifer cried out in surprise and then alarm as the small object was pushed
past her sphincter muscle. Her toes curled involuntarily as her mother used
her finger to drive the suppository deep into her rectum. Almost instantly the
caustic burning sensation of the ginger caused Jennifer to cry out. Her
parents could see the effects of the harsh intruder as their daughter's anus
clenched and released in rapid succession.

Jennifer remembered that spanking as one of the all time worst. Waiting
naked in the sitting room corner with her bottom on fire both inside and out
had been an unpleasant experience. She remembered swearing that she
would never get in trouble again but here she was, waiting, naked, spread
and exposed three years later just as she had been on that very first 'bench'
spanking. This evening, Jennifer had been told to go to the basement and
prepare herself. So, here she was, naked, bent over the punishment bench
with her bare and spread open bottom pointing at the door. She had been
waiting in this position for a good twenty minutes now and although she was
not physically uncomfortable (yet!), being seventeen and this exposed was
very embarrassing. Worse, Jennifer knew that her aunt and uncle were
visiting this evening and that meant she would be naked in front of her uncle
again after her punishment. That hadn't happened in almost two years and
Jennifer had grown significantly in that time. Jennifer wasn't looking
forward to standing in the corner with her naked red bottom on display to
her relatives.

The sound of the door opening brought Jennifer back to the here-and-now.
She closed her eyes and waited as the sound of her father's footsteps brought
him to her side. In a few moments the wide leather belt had been pulled snug
over the small of her back and her wrists and ankles were firmly held by
their own leather straps. Jennifer heard her father move back behind her
where she knew her spread open thighs revealed everything to his gaze.

"You're certainly right about her being spread open John."

Jennifer's eyes few open. Her uncle was in the room! Jennifer heard him
chuckle as she tried in vain to pull her knees together. The padded pegs at
the back of her knees prevented her from doing more than flexing her thigh
muscles and thus giving the men an even better show.

"Yes, it does position her quite well for punishment," said Jennifer's father.

"Daddy!" pleaded Jennifer.

"I'm sorry Jennifer, but you've just brought this on yourself. It seems that
warming your bottom alone doesn't seem to keep you from following the
simplest of rules from your mother and myself.

Perhaps the embarrassment of having your Uncle Doug see you being
punished will make a difference."

The embarrassment of being this exposed to her uncle was not lost on

The helplessness of her position only seemed to magnify the feeling.
Already she could feel the tears welling up. Jennifer's father and uncle were
determined that Jennifer be as embarrassed as possible and they weren't
quite finished with her yet.

"You've certainly grown in the last couple of years," said her uncle from
behind her, "Not enough it seems to keep you and Alison from staying out
of trouble.

It's amazing how they grow into little women isn't it John?" said her uncle.

Jennifer felt a short tap on her bottom. It felt like the tip of a riding crop. She
knew what that felt like from experience.

"Of course, when you've got them in this position you can see just how
much they've grown," he went on. "You'll see a bit later John that Alison's
bottom has filled out just like Jennifer's here." Jennifer felt each of her
buttocks tapped smartly in turn by the crop. "Where you see Jennifer's hair
here is golden blond, you'll see that Alison is brown." Jennifer felt the tip of
the crop tap her sharply right on the center of her pussy! She gasped and
then let out a little cry at the humiliation of being smacked like that by her

Jennifer heard her uncle's footsteps as her walked around the spread open
teenager. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed trying in desperation to hold
back the tears.

"Jennifer's breasts seem a little smaller than Ali's," said her uncle, "but you
can tell me what you think when you see Alison. My goodness, there is no
comparing their nipples though!" he said. Jennifer felt the tip of the crop tap
once then again a little sharper against her left nipple. Against her own
volition, the fat nipple extended to its full turgid length. "These are very
large nipples John," said Jennifer's uncle as he took a closer look, "You'll
find Alison's quite a bit smaller."

"Yes, they get quite long and thick when she's excited or, like now, scared,"
said Jennifer's father.

"I'll say!" said her uncle as he gave a last tiny tap to her now achingly hard

This final humiliation was too much and Jennifer felt the first of many tears
this evening roll down her cheeks. Through her tears, Jennifer dimly heard
the two men discussing her and punishments in general. Suddenly the
speaking ended and the room became very quiet. Jennifer choked back her
tears and held her breath. Her punishment was about to start.

"Jennifer, do you know why you're being punished?" asked her father.

"Yes, Sir and I'm very sorry and I promised never to try smoking again."

Jennifer's voice was quivering.

"Well, you'll be sorrier in a minute," said her father. "I'm going to give that
saucy bottom of yours a good taste of the hairbrush."

Jennifer caught a sob at the back of her throat as she said, "Yes, Sir." again.

"Also, as I'm sure you expect, you'll be getting a suppository which you'll
keep in that bottom of yours until your corner time is over."

Jennifer's sob couldn't be contained now and it burst forth with a fresh
torrent of tears.

"Just to ensure that the embarrassment part of your punishment isn't
forgotten too soon, I'm going to have your uncle Doug insert it."

"Daddy! No, Please!" cried out Jennifer but the tip of the stinging
suppository was already touching the center of Jennifer's tight anal ring. She
felt one of her uncle's hands palping her buttock to spread her anus to the
maximum extent possible then the thin long slippery capsule was slid past
her anus and into her rectum. Jennifer's uncle watched with interest as his
niece's strong athletic thighs squeezed at the padded pegs holding them
apart. The tip of his finger was still held at the entrance to the teenage girl's
anus, which grasped and released it with a frantic 'winking' motion as the
burning sensation of the ginger began to go to work. Pushing forward
slowly, he worried the capsule deep into the young girl's bowels and was
rewarded by the sight of Jennifer's small feet and toes curling tightly in
response. Doug had never used a ginger suppository when punishing his
daughter Alison but he knew he would do so from now on beginning with

Jennifer felt the long thick finger of her uncle twist as he pulled it from deep
within her body. The suppository was already working it way on her from
her anus to well up her rectum and she tugged helplessly at the leather straps
as she tried to squirm in relief. She was moaning out loud now at the
sensation but that would not last long as her uncle stepped back.

The first smack of the hairbrush took her breath away and the heat of it was
only starting to spread when the second smacked down on the opposite
buttock. In rapid succession, Jennifer's father smacked her bottom until it
was a bright pink from the top of her tan line to the crease of her thighs.
Jennifer was crying openly now as her father paused and ran the bristle side
of the brush over her buttocks. Jennifer's hips twitched as the light
scratching sensation awakened her over-sensitized bottom. The paddling
recommenced with John paying particular attention to Jennifer's sensitive
inner buttocks and the soft curve below her bottom. With her spread open
position, virtually all of her bottom was available for punishment from her
crack outwards. When John paused for a second time to let his sobbing
daughter catch her breath, his bristle-side strokes of the brush covered the
entire area. When stroking the brush down her sensitive crack, John dragged
the brush lengthwise from the small of her back across her anus to her

The third and final set of smacks was the hardest yet and Jennifer was
sobbing uncontrollably when they finished. Jennifer's father and uncle
released the straps and pulled the still crying teenager to her feet. Jennifer
knew better than to attempt to cover up, although at this point she couldn't
care less that she was giving her father and uncle even more of a show.

Taking his nude daughter by the arm, John led Jennifer up the stairs and into
the living room where Jennifer's mother, aunt and cousin Alison were

"Into the corner young lady." said her father. Jennifer moved to the familiar
corner of the room. Placing her hands on her head, she moved forward until
her nose was pressed right into the corner. She moved her feet about
eighteen inches apart and turned her toes inward, as she had been taught. In
this position, she knew it would be very hard to clench her buttocks, which
felt about twice their normal size.

Jennifer was on fire inside and out. The ginger suppository had now fully
melted inside of her leaving a hot burning sensation all along her rectal
canal. Her buttocks, of course, were still burning hot and she was sure that
they were providing a bright red sight to those watching. Jennifer hated
'corner time'. In some ways she felt even more exposed than over the bench.
Her tears were still rolling down her face but she knew she wouldn't be
allowed to lower her hands until her time in the corner was over.

"All right Alison," said Jennifer's aunt Sara, "Now you know what's in store
for you. Your aunt and I are going to bring you downstairs for your

At least I won't be miserable by myself, thought Jennifer as her cousin was
led downstairs by the two older women.

The basement door closed leaving the two men sitting and looking at John's
naked and red-bottomed daughter. Jennifer squeezed her eyes shut and
settled down to wait.

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