A Night At Youth Group (part 2)

[gshaunm]

Megan sat in the back of her parent’s Camry. Her bottom was still sore from Melinda Myer’s spanking she had received just thirty minutes ago. Her parents upon hearing that their daughter had a spanking had given the teenager disapproving looks and had said nothing since leaving church. Megan’s nervousness at what was to come made her want to throw up. She felt like a prisoner being escorted to the death house. The car pulled into the drive way and the three entered the Kinney home. Her father turned on the lights as her mother told her to get ready for bed.

Megan took clean panties and pajamas from her dresser and went to the bath room. As she ran hot water for her shower she undressed. She stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at her bottom. It was still red on her cheeks, thighs, and back of her legs. There were a few blisters and bruises. She pushed her fingers into the tender red flesh and watched the marks turn white then quickly red again. She sucked air in through her teeth as the pain reverberated from her touch.

She washed in the shower taking care to softly rub her bottom with soothing body wash and drying her bottom gently. She dressed and exited the bathroom. As she headed to her room her parents called her name. Sighing she realized she was not going to escape further punishment. She entered into the living room and her heart sank. Her mother sat on the couch and her father stood in the middle of the room. By his side he held a freshly cut switch.

Her father’s lecture was as blistering to her ears as Melinda Myer’s spanking had been to her bottom. Disappointed, embarrassed, expect better, were the words that punctuated the lecture. Finally her father said, “This will NEVER happen again!” as he swished the switch menacingly. “Come here”! Megan stood and walked over to her father. He quickly reached down and pulled his daughter's pajama bottoms and panties down and grabbing her shoulders turned her to face away from him. His left hand gripped her left bicep and held her firmly as he brought the switch back and down across her legs.

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<swish> <switch> <swat> <swish> <swish> <switch> <swat> <swish>
<swish> <switch> <swat> <swish> <swish> <switch> <swat> <swish>

Megan let out a long and loud scream. Her father switched her furiously and Megan danced and jumped around. Eventually they took on the form of the familiar dance of a switching. Megan jumped and hoped in a circle and her father moved with her. Around and around they went as tears streamed from Megan’s eyes. Welts formed all over her bottom and legs. Mr. Kinney switched his errant daughter thoroughly. And after five minutes he finally stopped. Megan collapsed to her knees sobbing loudly. All she could say was “I’m sorry. I’m sorry”.

Megan’s mother helped her daughter to her feet and embraced her. Another short lecture of her deserving this and needing it as well as all is forgiven soothed the teens pain. Her mom helped her to her room. Megan removed her underwear and bottoms and laid on her tummy. An extremely red and welted bottom glowed in the dark as her mother switched off the bedroom lights. Megan cried and hyperventilated. Her brown locks stuck to her tear stained face. Her right hand could barely touch her spanked rear end. Slowly she drifted off to sleep and promising to be a much better behaved girl.

Teena Yong buckled her seat belt and looked out the window of her family’s Expedition. She saw Megan riding off with her parents most likely to a similar fate. However unlike Megan her parents lectured and yelled at her all the way home. Teena’s family was from South Korea. Her father was an engineer at a company and had taken the opportunity nineteen years ago. So while Teena had grown up in the States and spoke mostly English, her parents still spoke a lot of Korean. All the way home they lectured her in their native tongue. Finally they revealed what Teena already knew was coming. That she will be receiving “corporal punishment” for her behavior tonight.

Upon arriving at the Yong home Teena was escorted in and told to go to her father’s study. The teen quickly did what she was told. Her parents were raised in a strict home of discipline. And although were way more lax with their daughter, they still taught and expected to be obeyed unquestioned. Her parents were also very formal. Both Teena’s parents entered the study. Her mother sat in a chair. Quiet with her hands folded.

Mr. Yong went behind his desk and retrieved a rattan cane from a wood Cabinet. Teena knew the drill well. She stood at perfect attention in the middle of the room. “LOWER”! her father ordered. Quickly Teena undid the buttons on her dungarees and pulled them and her panties all the way down. For the second time that night Teena had her pant pulled down for a spanking. “BEND”! her father ordered. Teena bent over. Her legs were kept perfectly straight and her fingers went straight to touch her toes. Mr. Yong stepped up behind his daughter and lined up the cane to strike just under her buttocks were the legs and butt meet. A few measured strokes and he pulled back.

<SWISH>

The cane made a perfect strike on Teena’s sit spot. The teen held her tongue but the swat hurt. Again her father lined up and brought the cane down on her bottom this time. Teena let out a “ohhhh”. And a moan. Tears started welling up in her eyes. Mr. Young lined up another stroke and brought it down on Teena’s bottom making a perfect line under the first one. After five more additional strokes Teena could no longer hold it in and started to become vocal. She never moved from her position. Nor did her knees bend. But tears stream down her face.

Mr Yong gave his daughter thirty strokes of the cane. Finally Teena was allowed to stand up. She did so and again stood at perfect attention. She wanted to rub the sting from her bottom. But she knew she wasn’t allowed too. Her father pronounced further sentence. “You are grounded for the week”. Teena showed no reaction. She was expected to accept without question. Then her father ordered her to bed. Teena stepped out of her shoes and clothes and carried them to her room. Once she entered into the sanctuary of her bedroom she dropped her clothes and through herself on to the bed and had a good cry. She hiccuped and sobbed. She rubbed her sore bottom. As she started to fall asleep she wondered how Megan and holly had fared. Were they joining her in sleeping on their tummy’s? Or did they fair better than she did. As she fell asleep her mother came in to collect her daughter’s strewn clothes. Apply some soothing lotion to Teena’s sore behind, kiss her on the forehead, and turn out the lights.



Holly McKay was escorted to her family vehicle by her mother who had a hold of her daughters arm. Swats to her bottom were delivered by her mother. “Ow! Mother stop it!” Holly exclaimed. “You <swat> don’t <swat> tell <spank> me <swat> what <spank> to <spank> do! <spank>”as Holly was placed in the back seat of the families Lexus LX570. Her father drove home informing his daughter she was in for the licking of her life. “Why”, thought Holly, “Why can I not keep out of trouble”?

Mr. McKay was a VP with Wells Fargo and worked out of the corporate office in Columbia, SC. The family home was a large 4000 square foot home on a large private and secluded land with a bard, shed, and horse barn. Arriving at the McKay family home Holly’s father took his daughter by the arm and informed her mother that he would deal with this and would be inside in a few minutes. Mrs. McKay gave her daughter a disapproving look, shook her head and went inside. Taking Holly by the arm he escorted his daughter to the barn.

Mr. McKay turned the lights on and went to the wall and removed a long brown leather belt. It cracked and strained under his grip. He doubled the thick leather belt over. “Drop ‘em”! he ordered. Holly started crying. She was spanked often and had even been bent over in the kitchen for the wooden spoon from her mother just eight days ago. But it had been a few years ago since her father had resorted to the strap.

Holly undid the front of her dress pants and walked to the saw horse that was placed in the barn for this occasion. She took off the pumps she wore and then removed her pant and folded them neatly. Like her mother she was prim, proper, and neat. Her parents provided her with nice clothes and things and taught her to respect what she owned. She placed the pants on the counter and removed her lace panties and placed them on top of her pants.

Holly then bent over and her hands grasped the bar her father had put on the saw horse for her to hold onto. She spread her legs to balance herself. Mr. McKay walked up behind her. In a moment his demeanor and presence weakened. “Please stop making us do this princess”!, he said. At the sound of his tome and words Holly started crying. “I’m sorry daddy”. “I don’t know why I keep getting in trouble”. Holly said as she cried softly. Mr. McKay looked at his daughter’s bottom. It was red and purple, bruised from the hairbrush.

“I’m going to have to make sure you learn this time princess”., he said. More tears stream from Holly’s eyes. “Yes sir”. She said. Her voice cloudy. Mr. McKay brought the strap back and down hard. Holly let out a loud yell. For what seemed like an eternity Mr. McKay whipped his daughter. The belt fell on her bottom and legs. Holly yelled, moaned, and screamed. Hot tears poured from her eyes. Mr. McKay was true to his word. This was the hardest spanking Holly had ever earned. Even Mrs. Myers Hairbrush was not this bad. When he was done he returned the belt to the hook on the wall. “Stand up princess”!, he ordered. Slowly Holly stood. Mr. McKay hugged his punished daughter. “I’m sorry daddy”. Holly said. ‘I’ll be better”. Mr. McKay was close to tears himself. “I know you will sweetheart”. He replied. The two walked back to the house. Holly still naked from the waist down.


Holly’s mother inspected the damage. Holly’s bottom was a deep deep red and bruised. She would be remembering this for a long time. Holly was allowed to shower and sent straight to bed. As she fell asleep on tummy Holly wondered how her two partners in crime were. As she starred at the clock she knew tomorrow would come and she would find out soon enough.


EPILOG

The next day Holly pulled up in Megan’s drive way in her BMW and beeped the horn. Megan exited the home and went to the back passenger side. Their on the seat was a pillow for her. Megan gingerly sat down. “I see I was right in bringing these”. Holly said. Megan saw that Holly and Teena, who sat in the front passenger side, were both sitting on pillows. "Ya”. Megan said. “I see you two got it too”. Teena adjusted her position to find a more comfortable sit spot. “Yes my dad caned me”. She said. “My dad marched me to the barn and gave me the whipping of my life”. Holly said sheepishly. “I got the switch”. Said Megan. “Do me a favor Megan”. Teena said. Next time you get bored leave me out of it”. The trio laughed. “We just really need to think about our actions and consequences better”. Holly said. The lesson her father taught her the previous night had apparently been learned.

This was the last time the three had to be spanked with such harshness. All three would still receive spankings at home over the next two years. Even as college freshman. But they became few and far in between. All three would feel Donny Myers’s paddle each in their senior year of High School. But it was Holly who had owned up to her misbehavior and asked for the paddle. This news brought no further punishment form her parents who finally were proud of their daughter for being mature.

Megan Had to be paddled and admitted to her parents that she derived it and asked her mother to spank her for being bad. And although she had to be turned over her mother’s knee and get a hairbrush spanking Mrs. Kinney knew Megan was finally growing up.

Teena got paddled from letting a cuss word slip at youth group. But she admitted to her mother she needed a spanking. Instead of a proper canning Teena’s mother gave her daughter a hand spanking over the knee. But all three girls would never need another spanking like the one they got that Sunday night.

[rachelredbum]

This was well wrth the wait. Very good, sir

[gshaunm]

Thank you Rachel. I was hoping it would be well received. Especially since I changed the tone. But I couldn't think of any way but to make spanking the center of the story unlike the last one.

[arielpantiesdnspanked]

Spankings on top of spanking marks may sound cruel to the un-informed, but this is what I grew up with in the south. Get in trouble at school, trouble at home. Thanks for finishing the story.

[gshaunm]

I really wanted to finish this one. But basically ran into a creativity block.