Bare Bottom Spanking by Daria This is a fictional story involving a young lady and spanking, please do not read if that does not interest you or you are under eighteen. This is a continuation of the story ‘Bare Bottom Paddling’ Once again My story has rambled more than I originally intended when I started. My apologies to the impatient readers among you. One of the scenes in this story was written with a picture by George Churchward from Nobbin’s very excellent site, in my hot little hands. The address of the picture if you would care to see it is. http://www.ultspank.com/nobbin/esg139.jpg The 2nd spanking scene was inspired by a picture at http://freehosting9.at.web1000.com/ot/otkspnk-web1000/pics/Misc02a.gif If you decide to view them and enjoy this story, please be kind enough to thank the web sites for posting them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------- BARE BOTTOM SPANKING ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------- Exactly as he had promised, Mr. Erickson and Mom were married two weeks after my paddling from him at the school. It was neat having a Dad again, he was everything I hoped a dad would be. I got a lot of his attention, he was fun to be around and still firm with his expectations. My grades improved and according to mom, my manners and behavior were remarkably enhanced. I found it easier to take instructions from him, where I would usually counter my Mom with objections when ever she said something, I didn’t with Dad. ( It still thrilled me to call him Dad, it sort or rolled off my tongue with pleasure.) But something was missing. Mom was always the one to correct me and apply heat to my bottom when it was deemed necessary. I was beginning to wonder if my new Daddy cared about me enough to correct me and if necessary spank me. If he didn’t that could only mean he didn’t love me and everything was just an act. The thought was depressing. It made me sad when I thought about it that way. I noticed too that he never introduced me as his daughter. When we met someone he would say this is my wife Joan and Jenny. “How much could he love me if he did that?” I wondered But despite my doubts and concerns life went on. I still had Dad, I mean Mr. Erickson for one class a day. It was fun having Dad teach my class, at least it was, until I realized I couldn’t use the usual ‘The dog ate my homework’ excuses any more. It mattered little to my mom that I was fourteen and my opinion, too old to be spanked. Dad made several references when ever I got a bit mouthy that made it clear he shared Mom’s view on the matter of discipline for fourteen year old girls. When ever he said something I would pretend to take the comment with out notice, but I noticed, oh boy did I ever notice. I would feel my knees go weak and my tummy would knot up in anticipation of getting a spanking from my tall handsome step Dad. But he didn’t spank me. Alone later in my room I would fantasize about what another spanking from him would be like. I wondered. “Would he put me across his knee?” My favorite fantasy involved just that. “Would he bare my bottom?” I would blush with pleasurable embarrassment at the thought. I knew a spanking from him would hurt, I found myself surprised at the thought that I hoped it would, otherwise I reasoned that would mean he didn’t care enough to make it a real spanking. I had in my head that if he cared, he would do it right, and that meant hard. I gulped and would rub my bottom as if I had just gotten a spanking. Almost a month after they had been married Dad was at a teacher’s conference at the school one Saturday morning when Mom called to me to get up and do my chores. I had gotten up long enough to make my bed then laid back down to go back to sleep as the mood seemed to strike me. I didn’t answer and rolled over on the bed. Fifteen minutes later she called again. Ten minutes went by and she opened my door. “Jenny Linda Erickson get up now and do your chores.” I had insisted on having my last name changed to Dad’s when Mom did, it made me feel closer to him somehow. I ignored her. I heard her cross the floor to my bed. “Go away” I said in a petulant whine. I felt her hand on my arm pulling me, I pulled back breaking her grip. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes. I didn’t like what I saw. She was standing there with a really pissed look on her face and worse, her right hand held the paddle. The paddle as it’s simply referred to in our house is really an old hair brush that has warmed disobedient fannies in our family for years, mostly mine I expect. I pulled away again, sliding across the bed, sitting up straight I said. “I’ll get up, quit bothering me, damn it.” If there had been a chance to escape a spanking I threw it away with that comment and as soon as it was out of my mouth I knew it. She reached over and took my wrist pulling me across the bed and onto my feet. I resisted and pulled against her grip. “Jenny, stop struggling.” She ordered. I didn’t, I pulled and struggled until I was across her lap. Once her left arm clamped on my back I ceased my resistance, it was over and I knew escape was impossible. Any more contest on my part would only make what was coming worse. She was sitting at an angle on the end of the bed with one leg over my left leg and my upper body on the bed. She tugged down my PJ bottoms to the middle of my thighs exposing her immediate work area. I felt the cool morning air on my freshly exposed tail. I glanced over my shoulder as she held the paddle in her right hand and was rolling up the right hand sleeve of her blouse with her other hand. I almost burst into tears, I knew she only did this when she was about to really blister me. “Mom” I offered in a pleading voice, now sorry I hadn’t gotten up. She didn’t answer and I hadn’t really expected her to. I buried my head into the bed and gripped the bed spread tight intertwining it in my fingers. I felt the paddle pat my bottom as she confirmed her aim and the target. WHAP, The sound seemed dull in the room, WHAP, SMACK, The sting built quickly as the worn smooth hair brush smacked against my bottom. I yelped my protests into the bed. Mom knew full well how to apply the paddle. SMACK, SWAT, SMACK. She was a quick spanker the swats came faster than I could count. SWAT, SLAP, “OOOoooOO” I cried raising my head to let out a wail of protest. SMACK, SWAT, SPANK, SLAP, My free leg kicked as I struggled to get away. I could feel my pajama bottoms sliding down my legs, some how that hardly seemed important as the paddle burned my rear. WHAP, SLAP, SMACK “Ooooooooo Mommiieeeee” I wailed. “Iiii SSSssssoorrrrryyyy” WHAP, SMACK, SLAP. My head bounced off the soft bed with each impact of the paddle on my flaming hiney. I sensed rather than felt my PJ bottoms slide off my ankles onto the floor. WHAP, SMACK, SWAT. “OOOOOooooo” SWAT, SMACK, SPANK. Mom then slide me forward on the bed and stood up. She gave me a small pat on the back and said “I love you dear.” And with that she was gone and I was left to cry and pull my bottoms back up, as I struggled to regain my composure. That evening at dinner Mom related to Dad the events of the morning and my refusal to get up when called. He arched his dark eyebrows and looked at me as she spoke. I cringed in shame and tried to slide lower in my chair, to no avail. When Mom was through spinning the story, made a tad too dramatic for my taste, Dad looked at me and spoke. “Jenny, you’re lucky I wasn’t here.” That’s all he said. I was left to wonder what would happen if he had been there. I shifted on the hard chair still feeling the tingle on my bottom from Mom’s paddle. Later in my room I wondered again what would have happened if it had been Dad instead of Mom. I knew I wouldn’t have had the nerve to struggle and try to escape. Indeed as I thought about it I was puzzled why had I tried to get away? I always took my spankings like a ‘big girl’ even when I was little, I obediently did as instructed, bared my bottom and lay across Mom’s lap just as I was told. This was the first time I had resisted a spanking. After I undressed I went to my mirror and with my back to it, turned my head and examined my bottom. I could still see some slight splotches of color from the paddle. I rubbed and the revived the sting. “Would Dad have used the paddle?” I pondered. I sort of hoped not, I considered a paddle too impersonal. “If he loved me he would use his hand and not mind if it stung his hand a bit, he would be willing to do that if he cared” Or so my reasoning went. “Would I cry when he spanked me?” I smiled at that, I would cry, I had no doubt of that. With a final rub of my tush I slipped into my thin green silk pajamas ready to go to bed when I heard Dad call my name. I went to my door, opened it and answered. He called back from downstairs. “Jenn, come down here please, your Mother and I want to talk to you.” “Oh, no” I thought I’m in trouble. I went down to the living room and sat on the sofa across from them. Dad spoke first. “Jenny, your Mother and I have decided that from now on I’ll be handling the punishments.” I looked at both of them in turn. They looked very certain in the new rules of the house. Dad continued. “That means if you do something that deserves a spanking I’ll be the one administering it.” Mom looked at me with a sympathetic expression. “ I know you’re disappointed dear, but we think it’s best. you’re just getting too big for me to control. I hope you aren’t too upset.” Upset, was she kidding? No she wasn’t, there was no trace of humor, but then how could she know? She couldn’t. I was thrilled. Right down to my twitching toes I was thrilled, scared, excited, flustered and did I mention scared?” Was he going to spank me right then? My mind floundered. Were my pajama bottoms about to come down right then and there in the living room? I noticed the drapes were closed, it was still light outside. Not a good sign I nervously noted. They looked at each other and satisfied I understood I was dismissed to go to bed, just like that it was over. Back in my room thoughts flooded my mind. I took a deep breath. I knew darn well that sooner or later and I suspected sooner, I would cross over some foggy parental line and earn a spanking in my mother’s opinion. I was confident of that seeing how almost as regular as clock work I managed to do it once a month. It was just a matter of time. But the next time it wouldn’t be Mom, it would be Daddy. I recalled the school paddling he had given me with the ruler as I pondered my future. I was happy enough to escape the living room with out a second spanking in one day, but now safely back in my room I was almost disappointed. I began my wondering all over again. “Would he spank me with Mom there?” I hoped not, just me and my Daddy seemed so much more personal, I hoped that when he spanked me we would be alone. “When he spanked me.” It had a tingling ring to it. I played with that in my head and was mildly surprised I was easily accepting the fact that he was going to give me a spanking, I was even more surprised as the realization dawned on me that I wanted him to. I gave a few minutes of delicious thought to doing something to provoke a spanking then decided that would almost be cheating. I would get one soon enough, of that I was confident. Almost a month passed and things seemed dull, I was the model of good behavior. Everything I said was Yes Sir, No Sir, Yes Ma’am and No Ma’am. It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part, it was just the way things came out. My prefect comportment even surprised me, I know it perplexed Mom who probably kept wondering what happened to her smart mouth daughter. I considered again setting up a situation that would earn me my first spanking sine he had become my new Daddy. Ideas popped into my head, I could swipe some of Ms. Duggin’s cigarettes and get caught smoking, that would do it. I could swear and cause a scene, I even considered swiping something from a store but that seemed too serious. Nothing seemed quite right. Then as often seems the case the unexpected happened. It seemed so easy at the time, no way could we get caught. But we did, and my first attempt at cutting a class was a bust. A study hall class at that. They never took role, until the day Heather and I skipped. We sat outside the principal’s office two pictures of dejection. Heather looked at me when no one was around “I’m in so much trouble, my Dad’s gonna burn my bottom for this, Oh, oh I can’t believe it, I’m in so much trouble.” She said again, repeating herself. “Oh, my goodness.” I thought “My Dad’s gonna burn my butt too.” My stomach formed a new knot as I realized that I was about to find out what a spanking from my Dad was going to be like. I had wondered, and now I was going to find out. I suspected I had only a few hours at the most to wait. The calls home were made and arrangements were agreed on. We were released from the principal’s office with his stern warning. “I’ve talked to both of your parents and we have agreed your punishment will be a one day suspension from school and what ever course of action they wish to take at home.” A small smile slipped across his face as he said the last part. Both Heather and I could guess what waited for us at home. Mom sent me to my room as soon as I entered the house, she didn’t care to hear any explanations, which was just as well as I had none to offer. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I wondered what would happen when Daddy came home. “Would he come up the stairs and spank me right then? Or worse would he forget that he was the one doing the punishments and Mom would come up with her paddle? I rolled over on my tummy and continued thinking about what was to come that night. “Maybe Mom and Dad would think the one day suspension was enough and not do anything.” That caused a swell of hope and then almost disappointment intermixed in a confusing sea of thoughts and hopes. I was perplexed about what I really wanted to happen. I heard the door downstairs open and close as Daddy arrived home. An hour later I was called down for dinner. I went down unsure of what my immediate future held. I picked at my food. The possibility of getting a spanking at any moment has never done much to improve my appetite. Dad spoke first. “Understand you had some trouble at school today.” He opened. I nodded, looking at my half picked at food. “Yes Sir.” He continued. “Skipped class, got suspended for a day I understand.” “Yes Sir.” And that was it. Some small talk between Mom and Dad. Dinner was over and not a mention of anything other than my suspension. The talk had been so casual It seemed to me as if that was to be the end of it. I asked to be excused from the table, Mom nodded her assent. As I got up from the table I felt a tear in the corner of my eye. “So that was it. My new Daddy the school teacher cared so little for his Daughter she could skip school and he would make no effort to get involved.” My lower jaw quivered, I felt on the verge of bawling, but was determined to hold in my heartbreak and disappointment until I was alone in my room where I could cry my tears of sorrow and self pity. My eyes glazed with increasing tears, with my vision a blur I made my way to the living room and approached the stairs that would take me up to the isolation that was my room. Just as I was about to take the first step I realized Daddy was walking next to me, his arm was laid gently on my shoulder. “Jenny, I think you and I have something to take care of alone.” With that I felt myself being guided towards his study. His large hand had now taken my hand and I followed obediently, wiping away the tears that were streaking down my face. We were in the den and the door was closing before it dawned on me that maybe earlier when I had decided I wasn’t going to be punished beyond the suspension I had miscalculated. Such was the depth of my earlier feeling that I was still feeling the dejection. Daddy sat down on a chair that had been pulled away from his large shiny oak desk. He pulled me to stand in front of him. For the first time he realized I was crying. But he didn’t know why. He a tissue from a box on his desk and gently wiped away my tears. He took my hands in his and looked me in the eye. I blushed at the seriousness of his gaze. “Jenny, I love you very much. Having you as my daughter has brought me more fulfillment and pleasure than I can possibly tell you.” I started sobbing large jerking sobs escaped me. “His daughter, he had called me his daughter.” Mistaking my tears for ones of fear he comforted me by pulled my close and hugging me, my tears subsided and I smiled as my head rested on his shoulder, a smile he would not see or understand if he did. “You know what you did was wrong?” He asked gently. “Yes Daddy” I answered as he put me at arm’s length and looked into my eyes. “I think that you need to be punished in addition to the suspension.” “Yes Daddy.” I replied trying to keep my voice neutral. “I won’t give you a lecture, you know what you did was wrong and I can’t have my daughter skipping school or putting her future at risk in any way, I love you far too much for that.” My heart leapt with joy at these words I wanted so much to hear. Then true to his word Daddy didn’t have a lecture or anything more to say. With his hand on my wrist he pulled me to his right. I went as he wished, and lay across his lap with out being told. A thousand thoughts flashed through my head. I felt him shift as he reached back and pulled up my dress. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, I began to wonder if he would pull down my panties. Just as the thought crossed my mind down they came. He reached over and pulled both sides at once. I placed my hands on the carpet as I felt him grip my shoulder. His grip was both gentle and firm. I knew there would be no escape from his custody. I also knew I didn’t want to escape. I somehow felt so very young, lying across my Daddy’s lap with my bare bottom exposed as if I were just a small child. At that moment it felt just fine, though I could also feel the semi delicious juices of fear well up in my tummy as the spanking approached. WHAP “OUCH” I yelped in surprise as I felt his large hand make contact with my bare bottom. SMACK, I clenched my bottom, then released the pressure. WHAP, SMACK. I twisted slightly on his lap and pulled one leg on a foot or so. SWAT, SMACK “OUCH” I yelped again. Daddy was a deliberate spanker, His swats were timed out so just as I was feeling the full effect of each burning swat another would arrive to take it’s place. SMACK, SPANK, SLAP. The sounds of his hand clapping against my bottom seemed to echo off the walls and around the room. SWAT, WHACK, SPANK,. I clenched my teeth, trying hard to be brave and not cry out, despite the fact that tears were streaming down my face. SWAT, SPANK, WHAP, WHACK, SPANK. His large hand on my shoulder held me in place as I tried to rise up when the heat and sting that was consuming my bottom became almost too much. WHAP, SPANK, SLAP, SMACK, SPANK I turned my head and yelled as my resistance broke. “WWoooDDaaaddddyyyy” SWAT, SPANK, SLAP, “Nnnnoooo, Pleaassseeeee.” SLAP, SPANK, SWAT, SMACK “OoOoOOoooooOOOOOnnnnOOooooo” SWAT. My toes drummed on the floor and I bucked on his lap in a vain attempt to somehow escape the spanking, to no avail. Daddy continued. SPANK, SLAP, SWAT, SPANK. I shook my head from side to side and gripped his leg and squeezed as tightly as I could to try and ride out the suffering from the blaze that was my poor bottom. SPANK, SMACK, SWAT, SLAP. “WWHHhhaaaaaa” I cried. “WWWWhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa” SWAT, SMACK, SPANK. Then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. Daddy let loose with a long flurry that he applied to my burning bottom as quickly as he could. WHAP,SPANK, SWAT,SPANK, SWAT,SLAP,WHACK,SMACK,SPANK,WHAP,SPLAT. I let go with a long anguished shriek of misery “OOOOoggggOOOggooOOO” The words came out choked with tears and my gasping for breath. Then it was over. I lay across his lap limp and crying. As I bawled I could feel my panties being pulled up over my blazing bottom. He helped me off his lap and I kneeled on the floor in front of him crying as he held me, until I had settled down. He then held me at arm’s length while he once again wiped away my tears and spoke gentle words to me. A few minutes later I was sent to my room with kindly cautions about my future behavior. In the span of only an hour I went from crying over a feeling of rejection and then from the spanking and now as I stood looking over my shoulder at my red, oh so, so very red bottom, I was crying tears of contentment as I realized my Daddy did love me. Later that night Mom came up and tucked me in. She spoke gently, as I wiped away tears. “Jenny, Your Daddy loves you and the spanking was for your own good, the hurt will go away and you’ll stop crying soon.” It would have done no good to try and explain to Mom that my tears had nothing to do with the discomfort of the spanking. I cried myself to sleep that night, each tear a joy. The burn on my bottom an affirmation of my Daddy’s love.