My Discipline – Part 5 [MF/f] [Humiliation] [Anal]

(I fully recognize that this is an odd and likely niche kink on my part. I don’t fully understand it myself, but there is something cathartic for me in getting it typed out so I can explore my own thoughts and feelings. This is a completely fictional story, and love it or hate it, it’s helping me process things. So thank you for reading, and I am always open to feedback)

As things progressed and my parents were forced to escalate my discipline again because I kept acting out. I got a new kind of spanking. It wasn’t on my boobs, although I got those with relative frequency now. For this spanking mom had me fully naked in the living room before dinner. Timmy watched with his typical excitement as he saw his older sister stripped of every stitch of clothing. I had to bend over the arm of the couch. Mom said “pull your butt cheeks apart”. I heaitated but did as she said. I could feel the room air on my anus and the back of my pussy which made me feel extra exposed.

As my whole family stared at my little pink puckered hole, my dad got his belt. He held it so he had just seven or eight inches at the tip opposite the buckle end to swing. He took aim and flicked the tip of the belt firmly against my sensitive butt hole. I screeched and almost fell on the floor from how shocking and intense the pain was. Mom said “get those cheeks spread Heather. You know a bad girls bottom is made for spanking. Since normal spankings haven’t had the desired effect, we will try a new method. I was shaking with fear as I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. It was agonizing as dad repeatedly struck my delicate sphincter. I was in tears. Instead of the punishment being spread out over my whole bottom, only my bottom hole got swat.

When I was shaking with pain dad let me up. I was crying hard. Mom might have had sympathy for me except she saw the wet mark my pussy left on the arm of the couch. My little pucker was more red now than pink, and more puffy and swollen. Every movement I made felt like a paper cut mixed with lemon juice. Instead of corner time my mom said “back against the wall and knees bent like you are sitting in an imaginary chair. Put your hands on your head and stay like that until dinner is ready”. I said “yes ma’am.”.

I got into position, which made my anus hurt. It also left me more exposed than usual. I had to keep my legs spread wide for balance which left my vagina spread wide. I think it was mom’s idea of an extra punishment for getting a wet spot on the couch. After just a few minutes my thighs began to burn from keeping myself up. I caught Timmy glancing over between my legs a few times. Why wouldn’t a boy his age be curious about what a girl’s stuff looks like. Somehow, being a pushy model made me even wetter as excitement mixed with shame. I was a broken girl by the time I was called for dinner. My legs ached and my butt hole was on fire. I sat there naked and uncomfortable at the table. Mom and dad seemed pleased I looked appropriately remorseful.

I was good for almost a whole month after that punishment. I didn’t realize it, but my subsequent stretch of good behavior reinforced to my parents that my butt hole was an effective way to discipline me. I wished I had disobeyed them the very next day so they would have moved on and tried something else, but it was too late. They knew how to get me to behave better and I legitimately grew to fear their creative anus punishments. But just because I hated them didn’t mean I didn’t finger myself silly after being disciplined. I would have a finger inside my pussy and another in my sore asshole until I came so hard I’d squirt. It was a confusing and mixed up little life I had, but honestly I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I was so sexually satisfied from the new experiences I was subjected to and from masturbation that boys at school didn’t even interest me. I wondered when I grew up if I’d have ended up pregnant at 14 if due to my amped up hormones if not for the book and my parents willingness to use a firm but unorthodox method of raising me.

The next three months were filled with new ways to torment my anus. I got a thin switch used between my butt cheeks several times and the belt on my pucker at least a couple. But the newest development was how my discipline began to extend outside the house from time to time. It started with being forced to wear a butt plug as part of my punishment, and not being allowed to remove it before we went to run an errand and such.

Mom was careful to mix things up to keep me on my toes by controlling my clothing when I was in trouble. Sometimes I was allowed just a bralette, others just a pair of panties, or perhaps just a shirt barely long enough to cover me as long as I kept my arms down and didn’t sit or bend. Everyone knew that if I said the word, all this could be reduced to a sinple grounding. But we had all grown quite accustomed to me being treated as a second class family member, not even given the privilege of clothing when I was in trouble.

When I had to wear the plug in my bottom I didn’t know if it was more embarrassing for my family to be able to see it sticking out of my bare butt, or to be able to see the impression of the base poking at my thin panties. In either case Timmy, dad, and mom knew my bottom hole was stretched open and that a thin piece of rubber resided uncomfortably in my rectum. There were also different plugs that mom would decide was appropriate for the infraction. Some were thinner and probed deeper, while others were thicker to enhance the stretching sensation. The worst in my opinion were the ones with nubs or roughness in the neck where my anus clenched. Those irritated constantly.

Mom seemed to enjoy taking to to the grocery store or shopping with her when I had my plug in, but at least I was fully dressed then. But even if I wasn’t plugged, if I acted out while we were at a store, I didn’t have to wait to get home to be corrected. It started with her taking me to an out of the way aisle and making me get my boobs out for a quick corrective nipple flick. But once the secret was out about the effectiveness of anal discipline, I could be handed a plug from her purse and told to put it in at anytime she was unhappy with my behavior. The worst happened when I really ticked her off. I’d have to bare my bottom discretely and she’d take a bottle of hot sauce from her purse and put a few drops on my pucker. It would burn the rest of the shopping trip.

I spent a fair amount of the first half of being 16 stripped and with a sore butt hole, but it was my new normal and did keep my behavior in check. I think it also brought us together as a family which, despite our non-traditional method, is an admirable trait in today’s age. I felt like a lucky girl but I knew most girls my age wouldn’t think so in my shoes.

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