My best o r g a s m s are after waiting for Father to come home. My p a n t i e s get wet just thinking about what he’s going to do to me. Mother tells him about my behavior and he calls me into the family room. He sends my brother to get the leather belt and he orders me to undress.
I always say I’m too old to take my clothes off but he says I should have thought about that before I misbehaved. Then Daddy straps my hands behind my back and I protest that I’m too old to be spanked. He ignores me and presses me face down over his knee with my bare bottom exposed. He catches one of my legs to keep me secure and that spreads me open a little giving my brother a show.
The belt snaps across my bare bottom and then again and again. I struggle as my p u s s y gets wetter and my c l i t begins to swell. It stings on my bare bottom but it makes my p u s s y excited. I cry and gasp but part of my gasping is the tingling in my p u s s y that I only get from Father’s firm hand and the belt.
I’m soon crying but Father doesn’t stop. I never know when he’ll stop or how many swats I will get on my bare bottom. I think that must be part of the excitement. Sometimes if I haven’t had enough I talk back to him and tell he’s not allowed to punish me and he must stop. Then he says that I don’t decide what he can do, but instead he decides what I am allowed to do. For talking back he adds 25 more swats.
Other times he whips my bare bottom so much that I can hardly stand it. I beg and beg and promise to be his good little girl. He lays on more swats until I’m screaming in pain. Yet I’ve had my best o r g a s m s when he beats me beyond what I can tolerate. I spasm and squirm and shake as the belt strikes my sore bare bottom. I bite my lip and moan. Father must surely know that I’m having an o r g a s m. He adds more strokes and then he stops. When he lets me up, there’s always a wet spot on his knee.
He makes me stand in the corner, bent over displaying my red bare bottom with my wet p u s s y peeking through for my brother to see. I know that Father and my brother can see the glistening wetness on my bun. I hate the humiliation and I hate the smugness of my brother. I just want to run up to my bedroom and go to sleep. Sometimes I go to my bedroom and have a second o r g a s m.
I have even had a second o r g a s m standing there naked and bent over in the family room while my Father and brother watch. I shake and tremble and I’m sure that Father knows that I’m having an o r g a s m.
On other days I rub my c l i t. I even have a v******* but I just can’t get anywhere near the intense overwhelming orgasms I get when Father strips me n*** and forces me over his knee. I know what’s coming, I know the pain I’m going to get, I know the embarrassment and humiliation, I know my brother is watching and smiling, and I know my Father is going to watch me o***** for him, I know I’ll be all wet for him. Yet these o r g a s m s are the very best and far better than what I can get on my own.
I get regular whippings. Father keeps me well disciplined. I’m glad that he does.