The next month was interesting. I misbehaved just enough to ensure I got a spanking about weekly. The implements changed and I got to experience a wooden spoon, a metal coat hanger, and a homemade paddle. The things that didn’t change was the location and my position. Mom always had me in the middle of the kitchen with my hands flat on a step stool and me legs straight. She also consistently had me wearing nothing but underpants. I think she thought having to take me spanking out in the open with my little boobies out would get ne to change my behavior so they wouldn’t have to try anything more extreme. And while it was quite humiliating to stand there feeling my titties jiggle and bounce with each painful stroke, I still needed consistent punishments.
Author: tiger_kitten_19
My Discipline – Part 2 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]
I masturbated many times to the thought of my spanking and to other girls getting spanked in porn. As the bruises from my spanking faded, so did the sharp memories of every sensation and detail about my first spanking. The hormones in my 15 year old brain began to take over and I was craving another spanking. It had been three weeks since I first felt my dad’s belt across my ass, and despite me recent good behaviour I felt compelled to break the rules and get punished again.
That Friday night I went to the high school football game. It finished in plenty of time for me to make it home before curfew. When I started my walk home however, I went right instead of left. It was the long way home. After about 15 minutes into walking the long way I was past the point of no return. Even if I turned back and took the short way, I’d still be late. I did this so I wouldn’t chicken out. Despite how horny it made me to reminisce about my spanking, it still hurt like hell. I had been noticeably sore for several days after. So my rational self wanted to avoid the pain, but by hormones and arousal overrode my rational self because of how intense my post-spanking orgasm had been. I felt like a junkie seeking a fix.
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.