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This story involves the nonconsensual disciplinary spanking of three teenaged girls. If that is not your interest, please go away. it si purely fictional. i am writing from the perspective of one of the girls as a thought experiment.


I had been good for a couple months. My grades werent fabulous but they were higher than
last year's. But today was not my day. Again. when will I ever learn?

It started out fine. I was doing homework for classes on Monday. Then all of a sudden the new
Meat Loaf album "Bat out of Hell" started playing on the stereo at full blast. I put up with it for a
while and then just turned the stereo off.

Boy did I get an earful from my sisters. They both yelled at me, calling me selfish. I yelled back
at them, calling them incosiderate. Things went downhill from there.We did not hear daddy come
in, or ask us to stop yelling, or even hear him pick up the wooden spoon from the top of the fridge.
Odd how we did hear him smack the bowl of the spoon in his hand.

Funny how angry parents wielding wooden spoons tend to get your attention. We all stared open
mouthed at him for a couple seconds. "what is going on," he asked innocently. We eventually
told him the story, along with a few accusations along the way. After all, saying "I did it it is all
my fault" can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. And in more ways than one.

It also isn't always reassuring when the angry parent says that all three of us are right. he agreed
that my sisters were inconsiderate and that I was selfish. He then said that the three of us were
going to be spanked. We figured that was a possibility, given that he had the spoon in his hand
already. That is never a good sign.

Marie would be spanked first, then Ashley and then me. We each begged to go first but he stuck to
his decision. So Ashley and I parked our noses against the far wall. We were told not to peek.
Not that we wanted to. We heard Marie being told to take down her jeans and panties and go over
daddy's knee.

She whimpered a bit but did as she was told. Then we heard the sickening sound of wood striking
bare flesh. Marie was brave but eventually she started crying and howling. I don't know about
Ashley, but I felt real sick hearing that, especially knowing that my turn was coming up. Finally I
could hear them hug and that daddy said she was forgiven. She then had to stand with her nose
to the wall.

Then Ashley was called over. She was already sniffling a bit. Then again, so was I. I was really
not looking forward to my turn. Once again, I heard that awful sound of wood on flesh. I don't
know why I could hear it over the sound of Ashley's crying and marie's sniffling, but I did. Ashley's
spanking was every bit as long as Marie's, and she cried every bit as hard too.

Then she was told she was forgiven. they hugged and she was sent against the wall as well. then
it was my turn. I turned, and went weak in the knees and started crying. There was daddy looking
stern sitting in the chair. but behind him were two red, sore, splotchy, angry looking bottoms
belonging to my sisters. I knew that my own bottom would look like that in a couple minutes.

Slowly I walked over to him and pulled down my jeans and panties to my knees. He helped me
over his lap and held me securely. I was crying before the spanking even started. But once it did I
was howling like a little baby. Why is it that spankings are always harder than you remember?

I didn't bother to fight or complain, I just howled and begged for it to stop. But I knew daddy would
only stop when he decided that the lesson had sunk in. I could not concentrate on anything other
than the pain of the spanking. i really wanted to do better from now on. Why can't I learn from my
spankings? Why do they keep having to happen?

Finally it was over, and i got my hug and was forgiven too. now that all three of us were sobbing
out little eyes out, we were sent to our rooms to wait for supper. "What's for subber, Daddy," I
said through my tears. He smiled and said "meat loaf!" We all laughed.

so here I lie on my bed on my tummy. My bottom is still throbbing a bit. I've been thinking to
myself that yea I was selfish, just like daddy and my sisters said. I got up and did up my jeans.
I had to go apologise. I knew I would be risking a spanking, but I felt I had to take that risk.

I crept into their room. They were also lying in their beds, bottoms up. They looked at me,
surprised. I stood there for a moment, trying not to say anything too loud. "I'm sorry I was so
selfish," I stammered out. "I should have asked you to turn it down," I whimpered. "We forgive
you," Marie said, "and we should have asked you first." We had a group hug and cried softly
into each others arms. Then we heard a noise behind us.

We turned and saw that it was our dad. "Oh, please don't spank us, daddy," we said,. almost
in unison. Daddy smiled and said "no, not for this. I'm glad to hear that you realised what you
did to each other was wrong and apologised to each other. I am very proud of you three for
doing that. I could not ask for more wonderful daughters," he said with a smile. "Now, get into the
kitchen for supper!"

i love my daddy!