(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.”
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