Step 1: She is taken to a place in the house that allows a little privacy and she is informed what she did that has earned her a spanking. She is reminded that regardless of her age, that as long as her behavior calls for it, she will be spanked and this is further emphasized as he lowers her pants himself and takes her over his knee.
Pulling down her jeans for a long spanking with the hair brush
Step 2: The hairbrush is applied with maximum efficiency to her tight teen bottom over her cute little panties. There is no warm-up and every swat with the heavy brush is applied full force. Even over her panties, her bottom begins to bruise from the very 1st swat.
Giving her tiny teen bottom the treatment that she has earned
Step 3: To further emphasize that she is not in charge and that she will still be treated as a kid as long as she acts like one, she is made to stand up, and he lowers her little panties to her ankles. She is taken back over his knee and the spanking starts over again.
Lowering her panties himself, just like he did when she was little.
Step 4: The spanking continues at a fast pace, blistering every inch of her teen bottom. As the spanking gets to its most severe point, she struggles to hold still and makes the biggest mistake of the day, she puts her hand in the way.
Applying the large hair brush in a manner that will achieve maximum results.
Step 5: A she knows that it is her job to cooperate with her spanking, as she is the one who has earned it, there has to be additional consequences for putting her hand back and trying to stop the spanking. Her arm is pinned behind her back and the spanking must start all over again.
She put her hands in the way to stop the spanking, so it must start over again.
Step 6: She is allowed to get up from his lap and to rub her very sore and bruised bottom.
The results of a proper spanking are very clear on her teen bottom.
Illustrated from one of the hardest hair brush spanking videos I have ever seen. From the member’s area of Realspankings.com
It was one of those moments when moods and words collide. She was home from school, sitting on her bed, bitching to her best friend about what an asshole her boyfriend had been to her that afternoon. He was rude to her in front of many friends and she felt it made her look bad. Her dad had a crappy day at work and came home to find his daughter’s car parked in a way that blocked him from getting his car into the garage. He walked into the house and yelled “Monica, get down here now!” to which she replied even louder “HOLD ON ALREADY!”. Her friend even looked at her and said “damn dude”. Monica purposely took her time leaving her room and by the time she got up off the bed, her door opened and he walked in with a wooden spoon in his hand.
Pulling down her jeans for her spanking from dad.
Monica was quite shocked, her friend even more so, as she had no idea that Monica was still spanked and that spoon could only be for one thing. He told here to bend over the bed and lower her pants. Monica was quick with her plea “please dad, I am sorry, at least wait until Frankie leaves”. His response was “get them down now or the panties will go with them”. As she lowered her jeans Frankie tried to excuse herself but he told her to hold tight and that this would only take a moment. With only a layer of thin panties protecting her tight little bottom he let out his frustration with the spoon. Frankie tried to just stare at the bed, but she had never really watched someone get spanked before and could not help but watch. He pounded on her teen bottom with the spoon, mostly hitting the lowest part that was not covered by her panties. She managed to keep a brave face and hold back the tears, but it was clear to Frankie that the spanking had to hurt like hell. While Frankie was quite embarrassed to be part of the whole thing, she was also a little excited. She had always thought Monica’s dad was kind of sexy, but watching him spank her bottom with the spoon really got to her. She felt sorry for her friend, but she really did not want it to stop.
Her friend gets excited watching the spanking take place.
Bringing the paddle to her dad before her bare bottom paddling.
He received the phone call just before 5:00PM; it was a number he did not recognize. The voice on the other end of the phone was a woman he had only met a few times before, and it was the mother of one of his daughter’s friends. It took her a minute to get to the point, but she told him that she had been at the water park that day and had seen his daughter Riley there. She stated that she really did not want to be a snitch, but she hoped that as a parent, he would do the same for her should the situation be reversed. She finally got to her point and told him, that if he was not aware, his daughter was a smoker. She explained that she had spent the day at the park with her youngest child, and the designated smoking area was within her sight. More than five different times she has watched his daughter, and a large group of girls go to the smoking area. He asked if she specifically saw his daughter smoking and she told him yes. Not only that, it seemed to be her cigarettes that they were all sharing. He thanked her for the information and they got off the phone.
His blood began to boil, as this was a recent conversation he had had with her. She often came home
Baring and presenting her bottom to be paddled.
smelling like smoke and she had promised him that while a couple of her friends were smokers, and that she was in the car when they smoked, that she had never picked up the habit. He was now dealing with the fact that his daughter was a smoker, and it seemed, also a liar. She was now 19 years old, and it was legal for her to smoke, but his thoughts on the matter had been made very clear to her over the years. While her smoking really bothered her, the fact that she had been lying to his face in recent days, really got to him. It had been a long time since he had caught her in a lie and he really cherished that they seemed to have an open and honest relationship. It had been several years since he was aware of her outright lying to his face. This also made him realize that is had been several years since something else had happened in their home…a spanking. He had not paddled her butt since she was 14 or 15 years old and felt that she had gotten a little old for it. He decided that it was once again time for her bottom to feel the burn of his little wooden paddle.
He paddles her teen bottom hard and fast to make sure she understands the dangers of smoking.
Her dad starts hard and fast, bruising her poor bottom from the very start.
When she got home he was on the couch in the family room and he asked her to come in. She was still in her bikini, carrying her purse and a backpack. He asked her how her day at the water park was, and she told him that they had all had a good time. Her heart dropped, as she saw the look on his face change, and he told her to hand over her purse. She hesitated for a second and then handed it over. He went through it, and while he did find a lighter, he did not find any cigarettes. Her pulse quickened as she realized what was happening. He then asked for her backpack, which she was a little more hesitant to hand over. He finally just grabbed it from her and opened it up. It took a little searching, but hidden in a little inside pocket was a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. Before he could even ask she told him that they were not hers and that her friend went to the park without a backpack so she let her put them in her own bag. He asked her point blank, “So you did not smoke any cigarettes today”? She answered, “of course not”.
He had all the information he needed and he simply told her to go get the paddle. Her face turned bright
Her bottom shows that she is learning after only 20 swats.
red, as even the thought of getting spanked at her age was quite embarrassing. She started to protest, which led him to raising his voice and yelling “NOW”. She asked him where the paddle was and he told her that it was in the same place it had always been kept. She walked up the stairs to the hall closet, where the paddle had always hung on the inside of the door. That closet had old coats and stuff in it and she had not opened it since her last spanking many years before. She did not even think they still had that old paddle, that she had grown to hate so much, and she was quite surprised it still hung in its same old spot. She pulled it off of the nail it hung on and looked at it for a second. She could not remember exactly when her dad had made it, maybe when she was 10 or 11, but she could still remember what it felt like. Every time she had gotten in trouble when she was a younger teen this paddle was the only method of correction used. On every occasion her dad would bare her bottom and give her 20 swats with it, 10 on each cheek. While it had been many years, she could still remember most of them.
She walked down the stairs and handed him the paddle. He told her to lower her bikini bottoms and grab the single step that led into the family room. While it had been many years, she knew the process well and did not require any further instructions. She had been hopeful that at the age of 19 he would not bare her bottom, but there was no such luck. She pulled her bikini bottoms down to her knees and bent over placing her hand on the step. This was one of the parts she really hated, as he was never in a hurry to spank. This was his version of corner time, as he would make her wait as long as 5 minutes before he gave her the 20 swats. She would just have to stay there, bent over, bare butt in the air, waiting to be paddled. It certainly made her focus on what she had done and the anticipation was the worst. He continued to read his magazine for several minutes while she waited for her paddling.
He finally stood up with the little paddle in his hand and stepped into place behind her. He explained that she had lied to him several
A quick pause before he gives her the 2nd set of 20.
days ago when she said she had not been smoking, she lied to his face just now as she said that she had not been smoking, and then there was the actual fact that she had been smoking. He told her that she would get her normal 20 swats with his paddle…he then paused for effect, before finishing his sentence…for each offense. This caught her by surprise and she tried to figure out if he really meant that she was going to get 60 swats. Twenty swats by themselves were always brutal and had never once failed to leave her in tears. The thought of triple that amount was more than she could handle. She felt the familiar touch of the finely sanded and varnished paddle touch her bottom and then it began.
She realized that from the very first swat that this was not going to be a paddling from day gone by. There were no pauses, no breaks, he started with a flurry and it never slowed down. Each and every swat was applied with maximum force and it was the hardest she had ever been paddled from the very beginning. The 1st few swats took her breath away, and once it came back, there was only wailing and sobbing. She had hoped that she could handle a paddling better at the age of 19, but this was a whole different world in contrast to any other spanking she had ever received. He went back and forth from the left cheek, to the right, hitting almost in the same two spots every time. She had gotten quite a bit of sun that day at the park and he was certainly not avoiding the spots that were already red. He paddled long and hard and she was crying just like she always had during spanking when she was young. Her question as to if he really meant 60 swats was soon answered. After the 1st twenty, he paused for a second and told her that the next 20 were for lying to him a second time. He started again, spanking just as hard and just as fast. She struggled to stay in position and her knees buckled
That look on her face is the look of a 19 year old girl learning a very real lesson.
Made to remain in position with her bruised bottom on display.
on more than one occasion. After the second volley of 20, he again paused. He then said, “Now, we will see if we can make you a non-smoker”. For the previous 40 he had been spanking utilizing only his forearm, spanker more like someone would if it was a handspanking. For the last 20, he lifted the paddle high above his head and brought down each smack more intensely. He also slowed down the pace, allowing each swat to soak in a little before giving her the next one. She was beyond tears by this point and was practically hyper-ventilating. She had never experienced a pain such as this in her life and it was clear to him that she was learning a lesson. Her reactions did nothing to change his approach and he administered every one of the last 20 with maximum severity.
When it was over, he did not say a word and sat back down on the couch, leaving her in place. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of her crying. She knew that she was not allowed to stand back up before she was told, so she remained in position still crying hard. Her bottom was a mess of bruises and he had purposely made sure that she would not be wearing a bikini anytime soon. He had paddled her bottom well below the bikini line and those bruises would be visible for quite some time. He left her in place for more than 10 minutes and until she had fully calmed down and stopped crying. He told her to get to her room, take a shower, and to come back down for dinner. She instantly pulled up her bikini bottoms and ran to her room.
The results of a job well done. Her teen bottom will be bruised and sore for many days to come.
From a hard paddling scene in the member’s area of Realspankings.com
He caught her once before, sunbathing topless next to their pool. This all came about when he looked out the window and saw a neighbor, watering his lawn, but his real interest seemed to be something by the pool. He went out and found his 19 year old daughter, headphones on, bikini top off, laying next to the pool. He pointed out to her that while it was their backyard, it was not all that private and that she seemed to have an audience. She was quite embarrassed for both her dad and her neighbor to have seen her topless and he felt that the situation had been handled. Less than three weeks later, he came home to find her once again lying next to the pool without a top on. She had not expected him to be home at that time of day, which led him to wonder how often this really happened. Enough was enough and it was time to do something to change her attitude about topless sunbathing. At the age of 19, it had been a good four years since he last strapped her bottom, but it seemed that this occasion called for it. He walked right out into the backyard, told her to stand up, lower her bikini bottoms, as he removed his belt. She was a little dumbfounded that she was going to get a strapping after all these years, but experience had taught her that when she had a spanking coming, there was no point in arguing. Before she could fully contemplate what was happening, he went to work on her bottom with the belt. She felt quite naked and exposed, with her bottoms lowered and her top absent, but her main concern at the moment was the pain her bottom was feeling. He was really pissed and the intensity of his strokes showed it. He strapped her tiny bottom longer and faster than she had ever experienced. It went on for a good two minutes and her butt was really on fire before it was over. He told her to get her butt in the house and to get some clothes on. In addition, her pool privileges were revoked for the rest of the summer.
Her dad bares her bottom and gives her the strapping of her life.
He was 12 years old, and why he was not fully able to identify why, he loved to watch his 18 year old sister get spanked. He got his share of whoopins from his dad, but it paled in comparison to how often his older sister got her butt whooped. Their dad had an open door policy with all spankings in the house. While each spanking that was given was done in the privacy of the room of the offender, their dad always left the door open so that everyone else in the house could hear it taking place. He was not exactly sure what it was that he found so exciting about watching his sister’s strappings. It might have been that she tormented him on a daily basis, he was not exactly sure, but anytime he knew she had one coming, he made sure to be in his room so he could not only hear it taking place, but so he could sneak down the hall and catch of glimpse of it happening.
Sneaking down the hall to watch his sister getting a whoopin.
The process was generally the same and the conversation leading to her whoopin would start downstairs. If it sounded like the conversation was heading towards her getting spanked, he would go to his room and wait. He would hear his sister coming up the stairs to her room and she would go and wait in her room for the belt. He would get excited knowing that in a few minutes his sister was going to get her bottom tore up. Eventually he would hear his dads heavy footsteps coming up the old wooden stairs and his heart rate would elevate. He knew he had to time it just right, as he knew that his dad might not take kindly to the fact that his had become a peeping tom to all of her punishments. The window of opportunity would be short. His dad would go into her room, say a few final words, and then tell her to bend over the end of the bed. Dad’s belt would come off and the whoopin would begin. Her strappings always lasted longer than his, with her generally getting between 30-40 strokes. Dad spanked fast, so this really only left him about 30 seconds to watch before he had to scurry back to his room.
Watching dad tear his sister’s ass up with the belt.
He would wait until his dad entered her room and then started talking. It was at the moment that he would be at his door waiting. As soon as he heard the sounds of the belt being taken out of his dad’s pants, he would tip toe down the hall. He had to wait until the first crack of the belt before he dared to peek around the corner so he could see. By this time dad was very focused on the task at hand and never looked up until it was over. He would peek around the corner and see his older sister bent over with dad tearing her ass up. He was thankful that dad never laid into him that hard, because it looked like it hurt like hell. His sister would be moaning and wailing from the very beginning, and he loved to hear those sounds from her. Stroke after stroke would hit her butt and he would watch with a combination of excitement and happiness. He knew she deserved every one that she got and he often found himself wishing she would get more. The strapping would continue for close to a minute, but he always ran back to his room before it was over. He did not dare stay there for too long and get caught. When it finally ended he would hear his dad walk back down the stairs. As soon as he could he would walk to the bathroom, which was next to his sister’s room and sneak one last peek. She was generally lying on her bed, rubbing her bottom, still crying. This part made him smile as well and it brought him great joy to see his annoying big sister with a sore bottom.
From a hard belt whoopin voyeur video in the member’s area of Realspankings.com
