My Discipline – Part 1 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]

This is a fictional story about teen girl, and never actually happened.

My name is Heather and I have a very interesting story to tell you. You see, from the outside I seem like a very normal and typical 15 year old girl. I go to school, I am on the junior varsity volleyball team, and I get decent grades. All my teachers, neighbors, and acquaintances think I’m a model young lady. Most of the time I am, well except at home.

I am forgetful about my chores, I am terrible getting home by curfew, I give me parents sass, and fight with my younger brother Timmy more often than not. According to my parents my behavior issues didn’t really start until I was 13. They attributed the change to teenaged hormones. They were probably right. The year I turned 13 I spent an average of three weeks out of four being grounded. I had no phone, no tv, no computer. Even with as strict as it was, it didn’t really compel me to do my chores or be nicer to my brother. Since I couldn’t leave the house though, at least I wasn’t late for curfew.

As I got to be 14 my social life at school began to pick up. Being grounded was really cutting into the things I wanted to do with my friends. Around that same time my budding sexuality discovered BDSM and erotic spanking on the internet. I don’t know why I was drawn to it. Maybe because my parents never used it as discipline when I was young it didn’t trigger any bad feelings or memories. In the contrary it gave me good feelings and lead me to discover masturbation.

I tried to do what I was supposed to at home that year and ended up grounded a little less. But it was difficult for me. I’d often backslide to my old ways and get grounded again. Not being able to get on the internet to look at porn while I was grounded made it tougher yet. But that year I solved that problem with a book I found and bought at a garage sale for 75 cents. If was called ‘Modern Techniques for Raising Children’. However the book was from the Victorian age where views on child discipline were much different. I’d read this book when I was grounded to get my punishment porn fix. Back when this book was written, all manner of spankings, enemas, forced nudity, and more were prescribed for successful child rearing. I read the whole thing several times over.

When I was 15 I had the opportunity to go on a weekend trip with my friend and her family. We planned it for weeks and I was very excited. But forgetting to take out the garbage three times and calling Timmy a butthole got me grounded. I knew my friend would be at least as disappointed as me if I couldn’t go. I begged to be allowed but my parents were not the type to let me out of a punishment.

In 15 year old hormone flooded haze I had an idea. I didn’t fully think it through before I went down after bed and talked to my parents. I remember saying “mom, dad, I want to make a proposal. I know I broke the rules calling Timmy a name and that I didn’t do my part as a member of the family by not taking out the trash. But, I really want to go with my friend on this trip. I’m not asking to be let off the hook. I am asking for an alternative punishment”. They looked at me incredulously thinking I was trying to pull a fast one on them. They asked “what did you have in mind Heather?” I handed them the book and said “something more old fashioned”.

They agreed to look at the book and consider my request. Timmy and I came down for breakfast the next day before school. To my surprise my mom brought it up first. “We read the book last night. Grandpa used to use a milder version of this kind of thing on me. Your father and I decided not to do this to you and Timmy. But we might have been wrong and been too lax with you. Your father and I talked and we will not make you do anything in this book”. I was instantly disappointed my idea didn’t work. Then she said “but if you want to trade your grounding we can come to an agreement on what discipline from this book is an equivalent punishment”. I smiled.

I said “so can I go on the trip after school?” My dad finally spoke saying “what do you think was fair. We thought a handful with the belt. Let’s leave your jeans and all that on this time ok?” I nodded and said “six seems fair right?”. Timmy just stared trying to understand what was going on. Dad said “yeah. Six is ok.” I asked “when? Right now?”. Dad said “sure. Might as well get it over with. Come grab the edge of the table”. I got up and bent over the table. I was directly facing Timmy who was beginning to catch on.

Dad took off his belt. He was very business like and got off to the side. Mom and Timmy watched. I heard the belt whistle through the air slightly before it cracked like a whip across the seat of my jeans. I winced and yelped but stayed in position. The other five came in an even rhythm and hurt pretty bad. My eyes welled up but I didn’t cry. Then it was over. A few minutes later Timmy and I were walking silently to the bus stop.

For the next couple weeks couldn’t stop thinking about my first spanking. I got wet any time it crossed my mind. I masturbated while looking at my fading bruises. Something had changed. While I was still a normal girl to the outside world, something new was set in motion at home and I was different. I found myself thinking about what my next punishment might be.

(I’m always open to feedback or ideas. I hope you enjoyed the first part/intro)

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