The Paddle

[davidbrennan]

The Paddle

I saw it in a little gift shop, halfway to our holiday destination. A small supple leather paddle, gleaming faintly as it caught the light. And when I asked my mother what it was for – and she told me that it was for spanking naughty children – I just knew I had to have it. So I asked and begged and pleaded and eventually, after a shared glance I couldn't interpret, my parents purchased the paddle and a set of instructions.

“It's quite common for girls to be interested at her age,” the shopkeeper informed mom. “And it does keep them in line.”

“I see,” mom said, eying me suspiciously. “I guess I know what to do with you, young lady, if you misbehave.”

And, just like that, nothing would do, but for the paddle to be used immediately. I don’t know why I found corporal punishment so fascinating; my parents had never spanked me up to that moment, even when I was naughty (and my sister and I were quite naughty at times). But I’d seen a handful of movies where the girl had been spanked and I’d found myself unable to look away. And then I had tingled all over and pretended to spank myself.

Dad eventually gave in to my pleas, after we had eaten the lunch mom had prepared for us. I was told to bend over the car bonnet and stick my ass out – just like the girls in some of the movies. My 10-year-old sister Mindy giggled as Dad smacked me six times with the paddle, which really didn’t hurt very much through my thick jeans. I just felt warm and mildly uncomfortable, a sensation that faded quickly. In a way, I was almost disappointed.

Perhaps it would have ended there, if it hadn't been for Mindy. As we got back into the car and resumed our journey up towards the mountain lodge we had hired for two weeks of holiday away from the rustle of modern life, Mindy started to tease me. Why not? She’d just seen me get spanked by dad! But she went on and on and eventually I snapped and pushed at her. She pushed me back and, before we knew it, we were fighting quite seriously. And then dad exploded at us.

“If you can’t be quiet,” he snapped, “you’ll both get paddled!”

And then I pushed Mindy again.

Dad pulled the car over into a side road and stopped, out of sight of anyone else. I couldn't help feeling nervous as he climbed out of the car, opened my door and pulled me out of the vehicle. Mindy started to giggle again, only to be cut off when dad caught her arm and pulled her out too. I bent over the car again, half in fear and half in anticipation, but dad pulled me back.

“Pull down your pants,” he ordered.

I stared. My pants?

“Now,” he ordered, sharply. He swung around to Mindy, who seemed half-frozen with fear. “You too.”

I hesitated, then unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. The cool breeze moving over my exposed flesh was a stark reminder of my vulnerability as dad pointed at the car. I turned and bent over the car again, gritting my teeth. This was almost certainly going to hurt more than the last paddling. And then I yelped as I felt dad’s cold hands in the elastic of my panties. A moment later, they were pulled down to my knees.

I pressed my legs together as hard as I could, suddenly realising that he could see everything. A moment later, the paddle exploded across my bare ass and I forgot dignity, forgot everything apart from the terrible pain in my rear end. I jumped up, clutching at my bare buttocks, only to be shoved back down. Dad delivered five more hard swats with the paddle, then ordered me to pull up my panties and jeans. It was suddenly very hard to wear anything next to my burning skin.

Mandy’s paddling was just as brief, but intensive as my own. I stared, rubbing my ass desperately, as she received her own swats, then was pushed into the car beside me. It was hard to sit on the seat, so matter how I tried. I eventually ended up half-kneeling just to keep my ass from contacting the leather seat. There was little pleasant in the fire consuming me this time, just pain.

It was two very unhappy girls who sniffed in the back of the car when we finally reached the lodge. After a stern warning from dad about fighting in future, we ran upstairs and into our room, where we tore down our panties and stared into the mirror. Red blotchy marks covered our buttocks. When I touched the marks, I had a strange burst of pain – and a little pleasure. Somehow, I felt better than I had in years.

[Often123]

Where was that gift shop again? Short but good, David.

[davidbrennan]

Somewhere <grin>

DB