My Discipline – Part 6 [M/f] [Non-Traditional Spanking] [Humiliation]

For the next couple months my butt hole took the brunt of the physical discipline I was given, but not always. There were still days I got a boob spanking or got my ass cheeks and thighs toasted with a switch or paddle. But a couple times I got punished right between the legs. I remember the first time it happened so clearly. I had on just a nightgown and panties one Sunday morning. I got sassy with mom and that was it. I was in trouble. I was positioned on the center cushion of the couch, and she said “panties off Heather and hike up your nightgown. If you want to give me a bunch of lip, I’ll have your dad spank the lips that count”. Dad took off his belt as I removed my panties and pulled up on the hem of my nightgown. I was used to baring my private parts in front of my family when I was it trouble. I was very afraid of that belt though this time. I had to hold my ankles apart as he wound up. I closed my eyes. The next thing I experienced was a blinding pain as the belt cracked against my labia. My most tender bits smashed under the force of the belt. I think I cried immediately but I somehow stayed in position. I received two or maybe it was three more strikes directly on my pussy. I felt like I was possibly going to cum or that my vagina might fall off, but neither ended up happening. After the spanking I had to spend 30 minutes or so kneeling on the coffee table with my head down and my ass in the air.

Once I got up to my room I realized how sore and puffy my labia had gotten. I tried to masturbate but winced with any touch. In order to finally satiate my growing horniness, I found a way to get my sore crotch off. If I took my pinky finger and touched just my clit hood I could stand the pain just long enough to give myself a tiny climax. I think my parents would have spanked my genitals more than the handful they did, but they knew it took more out of me and was longer to recover. My mom got to enjoy my humiliation almost as much, and my dad could take out his aggressions harder on my ass, so it remained the focus.

We all settled into this routine for a while, but after a couple months something happened that changed the family dynamic a lot. You see, my dad used to be a volunteer firefighter, and our country was a bit of a mess with hurricanes hitting the coast in the south, and wildfires burning in the west. One region had too much water, and the other didn’t have enough. With a lot of fire and rescue people helping with hurricane related things down south, there were not enough people to fight brush fires out west. As a result my dad was asked to go out west for a three month assignment.

Before dad left he completed a quick project my mom requested. It must have been a small nick-nack table or something. All of a sudden it appeared in the corner of the dining room. It had wooden feet visible but the rest was covered by a red table cloth. It had a candle and a couple Precious Moments figurines on it. I barely noticed it as I went about my business.

A few days after dad left mom went to run some errands. She said “be good, your brother is in charge while I’m gone”. I thought she was kidding really. Why would my little brother be in charge? At some point Timmy mentioned something about the garbage being full. Honestly I barely paid attention to what he said. That turned out to be a big mistake. Mom was quite angry when she got home that I’d been disobedient to the “man of the house”. I had to take all my clothes off and begrudgingly apologize to Timmy. Telling him I was sorry I didn’t listen to him was worse than being naked and having him oogle my boobies and crotch while I said it. It was effective at what mom hoped to accomplish, which was to reinforce the new hierarchy. In a power struggle, like that between siblings, the one that’s naked and apologizing never feels like the winner.

I stayed naked per her instructions until she called us to the table for dinner. Mom said “Heather, you know you are out difficult child right?”. I nodded and said “yes ma’am, I know. I don’t mean to be”. She said “be that as it may, you seem to need a lot of looking after. I’ve been talking with your brother, who at just 14 is way more mature than you. I asked and he agreed to take a more active role in keeping you in line.” My face went white. Did she really just say that? She enjoyed my shock. She continued “now I’m not quite ready to let him spank you like dad did, but he needs a way to discipline you while I’m at work or otherwise not home. So from now on, your brother may decide what clothing you may or may not wear if you are deserving of a punishment. He also can demand you put one of your plugs in. Do you understand?” I scowled at Timmy. I knew he’d somehow abuse his power. However, all things considered it wasn’t an awful change. I was naked a lot anyway, just like now, and having the uncomfortable plugs up my ass was better than the butt hole spankings I’d been getting. I grumbled “I understand”. Then she dropped one more bomb on the conversation saying “oh, and Timmy convinced me it isn’t fair he can’t have friends over because you can’t behave and are always in trouble. I agreed if Timmy makes sure that what happens in our family doesn’t become the town gossip he can have some trusted friends over. Maybe the idea of being stripped in front of people you aren’t related to will keep you better behaved.”. I protested saying “but mom!!”. She looked at Timmy. He said “Ok Heather. None of that sass. Let’s make sure you understand. Go put in your medium red plug”.

I wanted to tell and scream in protest, but knew that would make it worse on me. Maybe I bit off more than I can chew with this. I contemplated saying I’d just be grounded instead. But then I thought about whether that’s what I actually wanted. I hung my head and said “yes sir” to my little brother. I went to the drawer and got out the plug. I felt my mom and brother watching from across the room. I spit on the tip and squatted as I forced the medium bulb up my bottom. Then I walked a little bow legged back to the table to finish eating. Mom and Timmy looked quite pleased with themselves. I knew I’d be making myself cum in the shower in less than an hour.

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