World 12

(This is the final entry in a series of twelve posts, introduced here. They will make no sense at all unless read in sequence (in numbered order of posting, that is, not top to bottom on the page before you), no sense without the introduction, and for all I know no sense anyway.)

…Her bottom was suddenly cool, as her skirt rose and her panties were pulled down to her knees. In an instant, cool gave way to heat, as Ted delivered the first blistering smacks.

Patrick edged around until he had a good view between her parted legs, the little jerk.

Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the rest of them watching. Liz looked particularly, nastily, pleased. Nora tried not to cry out loud, but failed.

The awful spanking went on and on. Nora's cries and the rhythmic slaps were the room’s only sounds.

Finally, Ted was finished. Nora rose from his lap and shuffled, hampered by her lowered panties, to her father. He stood up, and Nora, knowing his preference, bent over and grabbed her ankles, tautening her buns. Her dad gave her a quick dozen smacks, more for form’s sake than for real effect.

She stood up, the cheeks of her face flushed pink, a paler imitation of the cheeks of her ass. Her panties slipped to the floor.

Ted looked around the room. Patrick: not old enough yet. Jerry: their eyes met, and Jerry just shook his head “no.” He didn’t feel he’d been part of the family for long enough, and in truth hadn’t really been offended by Nora’s language — though of course it was Ted’s standards that mattered. Gene: spoke up.

“Over my lap, Nora, and let me make sure that sit-spot gets a proper seeing-to,” he said.

She had taken just one panties-tangled step toward him, when Ted said, “No.”

“What?” blurted Liz.

Gene looked surprised, but just inquired “No?”

“Nora’s behavior is my responsibility, and correcting her is my painful duty. Out of respect for her family and traditions, I accept that they have a right to contribute. But that’s as far as it —”

“We are practically family!” Liz interrupted. “Gene has every bit as much business —”

“No, he’s right,” said Gene. “Family-friends isn’t the same as family-proper. That’s Ted’s call if he wants to see it that way.”

Liz turned angrily to her husband. “Gene, don’t be stupid. That girl needs a good — just look at that ass, she’s barely been touched. I want to see it crimson and I want to hear her yelp every time she sits down for a week; now you just take charge here and get some real spanking into that naughty bottom!” She stopped when she read the look in her husband’s face.

Ted held out a hand to Nora, and the couple headed upstairs so that she could thank him properly and in private. Before they reached the top step, they heard the first heavy smack of Gene’s hand on Liz’s bare bottom… on the way to turning it the exact shade of crimson she had had in mind.

Nora turned her tear-stained face to Ted and gave him a sweet smile.

“Oh good,” she said. “It will be so fun to listen while I suck your cock.”

World 11

For a moment after she spoke, Nora felt triumphant — that she had made her point. Then the words she used in the heat of the moment sank in. A glance at her father’s disappointed face, and her mother’s slowly shaking head, confirmed her fears. Before she could turn to Ted to begin to apologize, she felt his hands on her body, tugging her into position over his lap.

Her bottom was suddenly cool, as her skirt rose and her panties were pulled down to her knees. In an instant, cool gave way to heat, as the first blistering smacks began to fall.

Patrick edged around until he had a good view between her parted legs, the little jerk.

Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the rest of them watching. Liz looked particularly, nastily, happy. Nora tried not to cry out loud, but failed.

World 10

…With the humiliating examinations over with, Nora looked to her beloved for a final word.

“Corner time until dinner’s ready,” he ordered.

He took her blouse, bra, and skirt, and led her in heels and pearls to the corner of the living room, where she stood facing the walls. Her red bottom and thighs were the subject of many interested looks as the pre-dinner conversation slowly got back to normal.

Nora could only guess at what each person was thinking.

World 9

(See this post for background.)

…Nora endured the indignity of a careful appraisal. Then she felt her mother’s hands on her scorched, tender ass, evaluating color and heat and her reaction to touch. She gasped at the pain of the contact, but was careful not to try to get away.

And so she was taken around the room, each person receiving her apology and each one given a chance to handle her flaming bottom, making sure that Ted had done a thorough job.

“Aunt” Liz was fifth. She took her own sweet time pawing at Nora’s bare bottom. Liz looked up at Ted, and with every appearance of sadness, shook her head from side to side.

“Too easy on her, Ted. She’ll never learn. Upstairs for as much again.”

Weeping, Nora followed her husband back upstairs.

World 8

…Her mother nodded acceptance, and Ted turned Nora around. He lifted her skirt — her panties were somewhere upstairs — and Nora endured the indignity of a careful appraisal. “That’s fine,” her mother said. Ted walked her to her father.

“Daddy, I’m sorry about how I spoke just now. I’ve been carefully disciplined, and it won’t happen again.” Ted turned her and lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass.

“Good job, Ted,” her father said.

And so she was taken around the room, to apologize to and be exhibited to all. Liz — to Nora it had always seemed like she had a bit of a mean streak — took her own sweet time looking at Nora’s bare, bright-red bottom, before giving Ted a nod of assent.

After that, being exposed to her little brother hardly mattered.

World 7

Nora descended the stairs…

Ted held her hand and led her into the living room. Conversation stopped. He took her to where her mother sat, and gave her a small nod.

“Mother, I’m very sorry for the language I used earlier. Ted has punished me for it, and you can be sure of my ladylike speech in the future." Her mother nodded acceptance, and Ted walked her to her father.

“Daddy, I’m sorry about how I spoke just now. I’ve been carefully disciplined, and it won’t happen again.”

“I’m sure it won’t, honey,” he replied lovingly.

And so she was taken around the room, to apologize even to her little brother, telling each one of her contrition, spanking, and absolution.

It was harder than the time over her beloved’s knee.

World 6

(See this post for background.)

Nora descended the stairs…

“Sounded like a scorcher,” Gene observed.

Nora blushed, embarrassed to have them all looking at her, even more discomfited by her honorary-uncle’s inquisitiveness. When she didn’t answer, he persisted.

“What was that, couple hundred on the bare ass?” He turned to Ted. “You paddled her well and truly on the sit spot, I hope.”

Ted only nodded, not willing to make his bride blush any harder.

“Here, Nora, have a seat,” offered Opal, gesturing toward the only unpadded chair in the room.

“Hah, she won’t sit for a week, sounded like to me,” piped in Jerry.

Little brother Patrick snuck up behind her and grabbed Nora’s ass, causing her to yelp and pull away. “Two weeks, I betcha!”

World 5

Nora descended the stairs…

Her loved ones stopped chatting and looked up at her and at Ted. Her dad searched her face for any signs that she had been less than perfectly handled; finding none, he gave Ted an approving nod.

“Sounded like a scorcher,” Gene observed.

“Ted is nothing if not thorough,” Nora said with a rueful smile.

“Need an extra cushion?” Patrick asked. He always looked out for his big sister.

“Probably three,” laughed Nora.

“I do hope my daughter thanked you properly,” Nora’s mom said to her son-in-law.

“Oh, yes indeed,” Ted replied. “You taught her very well.”

World 4

Nora descended the stairs…

Her mother stood up and said brightly, “Oh, good, Nora, you’re just in time to give me a hand in the kitchen.” Nora was thankful for the diversion: she didn’t feel like being the center of attention for a while. Just as they were about to leave, Opal popped out of her chair, looked closely at her sister’s face, and then reached out to give her cheek a wipe with a quickly-produced hankie.

“Little splooge on your cheek,” she whispered. “You’re good to go now.”

World 3

(See this post for background.)

Nora descended the stairs hand in hand with her husband Ted, after a well-deserved and very thorough spanking, and after showing him her gratitude for his loving care. Those enjoying a pre-dinner libation in the living room included her parents, their friends and honorary family Liz and Gene, her sister Opal and her husband Jerry, and her brother Patrick.

There was a brief hush as everyone looked up to take the couple’s measure. Everyone was too polite to say anything, but all eyes were on Nora and she knew they were all contemplating two things: the recent sound of hard swats landing on bare buns, and the even more recent, but well-understood, period of silence.

Nobody said a word until Nora sat on the couch, and let out an unmistakeable “Eeep” as tender bottom met firm surface. Liz snorted: a laugh she tried and failed to muffle.

Then Opal laughed as much at Liz as at her sister. “You silly girl,” she choked out, “What on Earth possessed you to try to sit down already?” The guys were smiling but trying to hide it, discipline being a serious… a serious… then they joined in. Relief after tension will take people that way.

World 2

Nora descended the stairs hand in hand with her husband Ted, after a well-deserved and very thorough spanking, and after showing him her gratitude for his loving care. Those enjoying a pre-dinner libation in the living room included her parents, their friends and honorary family Liz and Gene, her sister Opal and her husband Jerry, and her brother Patrick.

Nobody really made any fuss about Nora’s reappearance. There was a slight lull in the chatter, just for a second or two, before it resumed as before. Nora caught her mother’s loving glance and blushed, seeing an understanding smile in return. After contemplating her glass for a while, she dared a longer look around. Opal was chewing on her bottom lip and darting worried glances at Jerry — perhaps she had concerns for her own ass. Gene, her dad, and Ted shared knowing but sympathetic looks: a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, after all. Stupid Patrick was grinning at her, enjoying her difficulty in finding a comfortable way to sit. He was never going to get a girlfriend at that rate.

As usual, nobody came right out and said anything — respect for privacy was the rule, after all — but she knew despite the chatter that they were all thinking about her.

World 1

Nora descended the stairs hand in hand with her husband Ted, after a well-deserved and very thorough spanking, and after showing him her gratitude for his loving care. Those enjoying a pre-dinner libation in the living room included her parents, their friends and honorary family Liz and Gene, her sister Opal and her husband Jerry, and her brother Patrick.

Nobody really made any fuss about Nora’s reappearance: the talk continued, drinks were sipped, nibblies were nibbled. With a pained gasp she couldn’t suppress, Nora resumed her former seat, with Ted beside her. Everyone knew how much Ted cared for her, and would have been aghast if he had let her misbehavior go uncorrected.

“Gouda?” asked Gene, passing a plate.

“Thank you,” Nora replied, and took a sip of her wine.

Twelve worlds

Over the past few months, I have been exploring an idea with a few friends: that of observed or otherwise not-quite-private discipline.

What if one is taken away to a private spot to be spanked, and others can hear? What if they can’t hear but know anyway, from circumstances? What is it like to return to the group? What if they watch? How does one feel, and how do others react? Some of my correspondents have been generous enough to share personal experiences and fantasies along these lines.

One theme that keeps emerging is how much it matters who those observers are. Are they strangers, family, friends, intimates? Do they ignore, comment, laugh, tease, or turn cruel?

And what is the society and its norms? Is spanking someone for misbehavior a shocking, incredible act — or is it a ho-hum of daily existence, hardly worth notice?

As a byproduct of these conversations, I wrote twelve vignettes for one friend. Each is essentially the same story, but set in twelve slightly varying worlds — societies with, as the stories are ordered, a decreasing level of privacy and dignity for the protagonist. Although these were meant as private illustrations (the question being: where do they stop being arousing and start being awful), my friend has encouraged me to share them.

I will do that. But please keep in mind that these are not polished efforts — merely sketches.

Twelve worlds coming up forthwith.

— Frenulum

Decision time

I almost stumbled as I came in the door over three pairs of shoes: black loafers, plain, brown loafers, tasseled, glossy black Mary-Janes with a bit of a heel.

There were three plaid uniform jumpers, more or less neatly folded, piled at the end of the couch.

There were two white blouses draped over the arm. No sign of a third. And one bra on the coffee table, which sat at an odd angle from the couch as if someone had kicked it.

One pair of baby-blue cotton bikini panties, size S, on the newel post at the foot of the stairs. Still warm, and, it seemed to me, rather moist. Another pair, white with pink flowers, eight stairs up.

The bedroom door was ajar. I heard voices, one well-known, two familiar but hard to pin down.

I was home hours early.

I contemplated my next step.

— Frenulum

December

I apologize to readers for being absent during December. End-of-year work deadlines have obliterated my free time.

Thank you for your patience in checking, from time to time, to see if there is something new here.

Allow me to take the opportunity, during a time of year when many people celebrate many things (let’s not go into all of those permutations), to offer my wish that you have contentment and happiness. Your visits here, and your support of my writing, certainly contribute to mine.

— Frenulum