Cookies (M/f)

My older brother had a multitude of peculiarities, but there was one I used to annoy him endlessly. My brother Will had a habit of eating a specific brand of store bought chocolate chip cookies. He ate two cookies with milk religiously before bed each night. He even bought the cookies with his own money. That didn’t stop me from taking cookies out of the package. Sometimes I ate them, sometimes I just threw them away.

He’d be bewildered why he ran out of cookies so quickly. He interrogated the family. Our parents either thought he was nuts or thought it was funny because they never ratted me out or yelled at me. Will started counting the cookies each night. Now my parents really did think he’d gone off the deep end. They’d say that maybe they are some cookies but they couldn’t remember or something similar. Will suspected me but could never prove it and it would agitate him to no end.

Heather and Jack – Part 1 (m/F)

(Here is a new story. I explore a lot of weird things I wanted to mentally work out myself. It was cathartic and I decided to share it. I did very little editing, so forgive any typos. I have several chapters so I will look for feedback on whether this community wants to see the rest)

My name is Heather, and I am a seemingly normal 17 year old girl to everyone I am acquaintances with, except for the fact that I lost my mom a few years ago to the opioid crisis. Everyone is sympathetic. She had back pain from a minor car accident and was given a prescription. She spiraled out of control for a couple years until she eventually overdosed. I never knew my birthday father, but my mom married my stepdad when I was 5, and with that I instantly had a 1 year old step brother that he had from a previous relationship. She had apparently left him with the baby and ran off with her boss. So for the past few years it’s been just me, my stepdad Tony, and my step brother Jack.

My Discipline – Part 11 (Final) [m/f] [ATM] [Light Period Stuff]

As with everything my mother found I disliked, it got incorporated into my discipline. For instance, I complained that I didn’t want leftover meatloaf for dinner. I spent that mealtime in the stocks with a large carrot up my ass. After they finished dinner she made me eat the carrot before sending me to bed. My dad didn’t care for that sort of thing so he stuck to just my flogging and spankings. But Timmy, Rob, and Dean also got a kick out of making me taste my own was. If we were playing video games, and I lost, I’d get a finger up my bottom then it would go right in my mouth. It was disgusting, but I knew I deserved it. That didn’t make me gag any less though.

My Discipline – Part 10 [F/f] [Humiliation] [Light Period Stuff] [ATM]

The only time I complained about stripping was when dad told me to pull my panties down when I was in my period. Surprisingly me getting punished and it being that time of the month never coincided before. Dad gave me a pass and let me keep my panties on and gave me an extra dose to my breasts instead that day. I was surprised that mom didn’t intervene and that she wasn’t mad. Then a month later when I was starting my period again she decreed that I would stay completely naked the whole week when I was home. She said “You need to learn your place Heather. So now you can make sure everyone knows when your special time of the month is. If you wanted that to stay private you should have been a better behaved girl”. That week was mortifying. My father, my brother, his friends all knew I was having my period.

My Discipline – Part 9 [M/f] [Unique Spanking] [mmm/f] [Multiple Orgasms]

My dad got back from fighting forest fires after 6 weeks. I could tell he missed me. His first Saturday back he and I spent quality time for most of the day with me in ‘the stocks’. It started with me being locked kneeling with my arms above and behind my head. He used quite a few implements on my boobies. Every square inch of my breasts were screaming when he finished, and I felt like my nipples might fall off. Then I was locked on my hands and knees on the table top. He used a rubber band to snap my anus over and over and over. It was red and puffy by the time he tired of hearing my squeals and shrieks. My final position was on my back with my knees bent and apart so he could work on my inner thighs and genitals. He swung the belt swiftly giving me purple welts from my knees to my hips. Then he switched back to the rubber band to give focussed discipline alternating between my hairy outer labia and my very pink inner labia. The finale was when he held my pussy open and did a couple firm snaps right against my clit. I cried and involuntarily pulled at my restraints. Accidentally trying to get away it earned me one more, only this time he carefully pulled back my clit hood and snapped my nub directly. I was glad my dad was home safe, and I ended up walking funny and avoiding masturbation for a week to celebrate it because of how sore my tits and especially my crotch was.

My Discipline – Part 8 [mmm/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [Butt Plugs]

It was Friday after school, and Rob and Dean were supposed to stay overnight. I was showing them my pink cheekies as was my routine the past several weeks. But instead of being told I can pull my jeans up, Dean asked “so Heather, if Tim can make you pull your jeans down or your shirt up, what else can he make you do?”. It was a setup. It was pretty obvious that Timmy already told Rob and Dean and they just wanted to hear me say it. I played along hoping it earned me more lenient treatment. I said “Timmy gets to decide what, if anything, I’m allowed to wear. I also have a selection of discipline butt plugs he may make me wear.” All three boys looked excited. Timmy said “Let’s start with you wearing just those underpants Heather”. I had a feeling I was in for a long evening, but with the authority given to Timmy, I had no choice. Who knows what mom would do if I disobeyed. Soon I was in nothing but my panties giving my younger brother’s friends their first look at real boobies.

My Discipline – Part 7 [m/f] [Humiliation]

Timmy wasted no time trying out his newly vested authority over me. A few days after the dinner mom announced it, Timmy said “Rob and Dean are coming over. I want you to be polite and accommodating. I don’t plan on making you show off, but be anything less than pleasant and I’ll make you sorry”. I nodded. His two close buddies from school arrived a little while later. Mom had gone out for a while. I’d known Rob and Dean for years, but never really talked to them other than pleasantries about school or the weather.

They were in the living room playing video games for a while before I heard Timmy yell “hey Heather, can you come in here?”. I come into the room. I have on a grey tee shirt with an American flag colored heart on the front. I had on jeans, and my dark brown wavy hair was in a pony tail. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I put on my best fake smile and cheery disposition and said “hi guys. How’s things? Did you call my name Timmy?”. Timmy said “yeah, Rob didn’t believe I was your boss now. Will you tell him?”. I sighed. Then I said “well….its pretty much true. When our mom isn’t home Timmy is in charge. I am apparently not as responsible even though I’m older. So I guess you could say Timmy is my boss at the moment”. Rob said “how do we know she isn’t just playing along?”. Dean piped up saying “yeah, if it’s true Tim, tell her to do something”. I wished they hadn’t challenged Timmy, but I knew he’d be more than eager to demonstrate his position over me.

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.

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.

My Discipline – Part 4 [M/f] [Humiliation] [Breast Spanking]

I knew from reading the old Victorian era punishment book that it’s philosophy was built on finding the exact sanction for each child or adolescent that will finally convince them to stop an undesired behavior or start a desired one. To that end, the book was filled with various methods of causing embarrassment and inflicting pain that should be tried on an ever increasing intensity scale. I sensed that turning 16 and finally being stripped completely opened a new chapter in the book. I figured it was only a matter of time before my discipline got escalated.

About ever one or two weeks I got more spankings in various states of undress for my misdeeds. Once I had to come down to the living room after my shower and drop my towel. The belt felt extra sharp on my damp bottom that night. Another time I had to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees as soon as I got home from school and waddle down to the basement for a spanking with the carpet beater. In every case I got extremely horny and masturbated as soon as I was able.