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Past Curfew
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PAST CURFEW
Sunday 1:00 am, Cathy and Mary look at each other. Both
are thinking of what is going to happen in their very near
futures. They knew that they should have been home by 12:00 am,
but were having too much fun to pay attention to the time.
Finally realizing it was almost 1:00am, they quickly left the
club and drove home. Hoping HE was asleep, they quietly slipped
into the house, silently creeping up-stairs.
"Good Morning, young ladies I see you are safely home
but over am hour past curfew. You know and agreed to follow the
house rules or suffer the results of your naughty actions.
Tomorrow we will get to the bottom of your tardiness via your
tender bottoms".
Mary, 22, looks at her 21 year-old younger sister.
"Cathy, do you think it will only be a hand spanking"?
"No, remember it was onl 10 days ago after your last
spanking for breaking curfew that He told us the next time he
was going to make the offender think of being on time whenever
she sat down the following few days.
"I know,but maybe He'll settle for just giving us a
sound hand spanking,although I dread it. It's very embarrassing
to be treated as bad little girls,but we did agree that a
spanking was better than some other inconvenient punishments.
Besides we both know he loves us enough to discipline us when we
deserve it".
"Mary! Cathy! Be in the den in five minutes. Don't be
late"!
Wearing just their short sleep-shirts and panties both
girls,clutching hands,slowly walk down-stairs. Stepping into the
den with eyes lowered they stop inside the entrance.
Andrew sits in an armless chair.In back of him,is an oak
desk, laying upon it is the paddle he made when the girls were
in their early teens. A 6"long by 4" wide blade of solid
maple,it had been applied to their bare-bottoms many times over
the ensuing years.
"Girls, you know the drill. Who"s first"?
Auburn haired Cathy glances at Mary and steps forward.
At 5'5" 105 lbs.she is only 3" shorter and 7 lbs.lighter than
her black haired sister. Lifting her shirt above her waist she
stands in front of her stern-faced father.
"Please Daddy, we know we broke curfew, but please, just
use your hand.
"Both of you girls were warned the last time we did this
little exercise that you would think of being ontime whenever
you you sat down for the next couple of days. However, I will be
somewhat merciful. You will both receive a sound spanking
followed by 30 swats of the paddle.
Reaching out, Andrew puts his hands on each side of the
light blue bikini panties and slowly lowers them to the floor.
After she steps out of them,he grasps her left wrist and pulls
her across his lap adjusting her so that her twin rump cheeks
are at their highest position in relation to the rest of her
body. He looks down at the white flesh displayed between the
skimpy tan lines. The round and curving cheeks flex in
anticipation of the innuendoing chastisement.
Glancing at Mary,his right arm rises to shoulder level
then swiftly falls to land with a loud
SMACK!..OWWWW!..SMACK!... WHACK!... OUCH!.. DADDY!.. SMACK!..
OWW!.. ILL BE GOOD!.. SMACK!.. PLEASE!.. SLAP!.. UHH!.. SMACK!..
OOOH!.. WHAP!
Watching Daddy's hand rise and fall with solid
impact,Mary blushingly realizes that her own bare ass will
shortly be receiving the same treatment.Her hands gently massage
her soon to be sore seat.
After forty to fifty hard blows Andrew pauses the
punishment. He looks down at the bright pink posterior bucking
and weaving, yawning and clenching,to its own dance of pain. He
listens to his younger daughter sobbing promises to be good.
Reaching back,he grasps the paddle in his slightly stinging
palm. Lightly rubbing the paddle across the smarting fanny he
speaks.
"Cathy,you will count each swat out loud.Any miscounting
will result in 2 additional spanks for each offense.
Raising the paddle into the air he starts her ordeal.
CRACK! OOWWW! ONE!.. CRACK! OUCH! TWO!.. CRACK! OOOO! THREE....
CRACK! AHHH! FOUR!. Advancing down her twitching red buns,from
the top of her crack to the start of her thighs,the paddle
attacks each globe in turn while sometimes landing on both at
once. CRACK! DADDYYY! TWENTY-NINE!.. CRACK! OOOOHHH! THIRTY!
Releasing her he watches as she rolls off his lap,then leaps to
her feet clutching her burning hot ass. Tears streaming down her
flushed face she energetically stamps her feet while grabbing
and rubbing a very swollen,dull crimson bottom.
Laying the paddle down on the desk he crooks the index
finger of his right hand,signaling Mary to approach him. She
slowly comes forward lifting her shirt hem to her waist. When
she stops in front of him,Andrew inserts his thumbs in the
waistband of her cute white panties that are decorated with
small red hearts. Dragging them to her ankles he lifts each foot
out,then places them on the desk next to the paddle.
Lowering and adjusting her body over his lap,he places
his left hand firmly on the damp back and slowly caresses the
cool white cheeks. Watching the thighs slowly open a bit,he
starts the correction. WHACK! SPLAT! SMACK! Mary's head snaps
up,her feet lifting into th air,bare soles flashing as legs
start kicking up and down. Yelping at each spank she starts
pleading and promising good behavior.
"PLEASE DADDY! SMACK! PLEASE! WHACK! NOT SO HARD! SMACK!
ILL BE GOOD! SLAP! I WON'T BE LATE AGAIN! WHAP! NEVER AGAIN!
SWAT!
Applying his palm forcefully, Mary's backside slowly
changes color from lily white to patches of pink to solid bright
red. Resting his hand on her carmine butt he listens as her
bawling cries slowly fade to sobbing moans.
Reaching for the paddle he says "The same rules apply,
count out thirty swats, any miscounts will add two more spanks".
Mary tightly holds on to the chair brace,eyes
closed,twin tear tracks descending down her blushing upper
cheeks. She clenches her bottom feeling the heat spreading into
her itching warm pussy. Suddenly it starts.
CRACK! QWWW! ONE!.."I WONT BE LATE" CRACK! "AGAIN!"
TWO!.. CRACK! THREE!.. PLEASE STOP! SMACK! FOUR! ..IT HURTS!
CRACK! FIVE!...
The paddling continues until all thirty spanks are
delivered to the blazing burgundy butt. Dropping the instrument
to the floor Andrew gently rubs the hot swollen buttocks.
Helping her to her feet,he watches her frantic war dance. After
a couple of minutes he stands and gently hugs and kisses each
girl.
After the two tearful young maidens apologies for their
disobedient conduct, he excuses them with a warning that he will
repeat this scene again if any more naughty behavior requires
it. Watching his daughters slowly walk to their room while
rubbing two red bottoms, he hears Cathy say "Last time you got
to use the cream first, its my turn now".
THE END
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