The Spanking of Teenage Daughters - Book One by Grace Brackenridge

Author:Grace Brackenridge [Brackenridge, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: LSF Publications
Published: 2016-03-11T05:00:00+00:00

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"Grace, wake up."

"Oh, hi Daddy," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight."

"You just got back?" I yawned. "How was Cincinnati?"

"Cincinnati is Cincinnati. Same as it ever was. I understand you had some troubles."

"Troubles?"

"Spanked by Mrs. Methé. Spanked by your mother."

"Oh, yeah. That. Those. Yes, I had some troubles."

"Your mother wants you and me to have a heart-to-heart talk."

"No, Daddy. Please, no! Not that again. I'm too old..."

As a child, whenever Mom spanked me for something especially egregious, Daddy came up at bedtime to 'reinforce the message' with a booster spanking. But that was years ago when I was just a kid...

As Daddy pulled back the covers, he agreed, "I think you're too old too..."

Yet as he sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap, he added, "But your mother doesn't agree - and she's the boss."

"Daddy, can I keep my panties..."

But Daddy cut my question short with the decisive snap of my elastic band. My buns felt a cool chill from the open window. Daddy hadn't spanked me in almost five years...

Splat!

But the minute that big palm came down, I immediately remembered how hard Daddy spanked...

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Like Mom, I think he tried to compensate for my maturity by delivering an especially thorough spanking...

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Daddy didn't take into account that two different mothers had already spanked earlier that same day with a brush and a switch...

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

No, Daddy didn't need to spank me so hard to reinforce the message...

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

I got it, I got it, I got it...

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Daddy rubbed my back while I sobbed on my tummy, not even caring about my bare bottom on display.

"One thing's for sure," said Daddy as he pulled up my covers and kissed my cheek. "You didn't have another boring Saturday to complain about."

Daddy was right about that! Boring it wasn't...

"Let's hope this is the last time I have to do this, Angel," he said before he closed the door.

Of course, since this is a spanking story, the future never turns out that way. Twenty hours later, Daddy spanked me again to reinforce the spanking I got from Mrs. Tartar, our next-door neighbor.

Turns out Sunday was more 'interesting' than Saturday - with its triple spankings. But how I ended up with my bare bottom exposed over Mrs. Tartar's lap is - as we say in the trade - another story altogether.

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