Daddy's Discipline: Part III: Wet Bottom Spanking

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I shook my head vigorously. “Yes daddy Yes yes yes!” I said through the paci still tied in my mouth. I suspect that the reaction Polly and I experienced from spanking the boys’ bottoms is actually far more common than most people would dare to admit. I still don’t think of myself as a spanking fetishist, as I only enjoyed the experience in the context of my own sons being disciplined. I’m unsure about Polly – as I say, I don’t think it’s a conversation we will ever have – but certainly she has never shown any interest in spanking in the marital bed, for example.

I stood in the corner, tears still streaming down my face, my bum burning bright red as daddy lay down on the bed and turn the tv on, only he had it on mute, so I could hear him telling me what a baby I was, how only babys got food all over their faces, and cried when they got spanked. This just made me even more humiliated and the tears kept flowing. Moments later, he returned with my little brother in one hand and the strap in the other. “I have to go help fix this window you broke,” he said to my brother. “And we are going to have to pay the insurance deductible on this. Well, we’re going to figure out how you are going to repay us for that, but meantime I’m going to take some of it out of your butt. Drop your pants.” My ass hurt so bad after and when he was done, he held me and laid me down and told me he loved me and rubbed my ass for a while after.

As daddy was saying this, he had secured one ankle to the bed, and had moved to the other one, making sure my legs were drawn apart, not to tight as to hurt, but far enough I could not bring them together. Sometimes my daddy lets my younger brother holdmy pussy lips open formy crotch spanking. He says it's good for my brother to learn theright way to discipline girls so that when he grows up he'll be agood daddy. I also get my breasts slapped-my daddy says it's good forfemales to get their breasts slapped and every night mommy gets thesame punishment. I tried to apologize through my paci, “please daddy I’m sorry, please….” I didn’t know what was going to happen, but no one likes the thought of punishment.

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Mr Byers And His Boy - Don't Wake Mom

That’s my good girl. See what a baby you are. You like being I a messy messy diaper. Just like a big baby.” My face turns bright red as daddy says this, he knows it will, but he keeps rubbing my nipples, softly so softly, just enough for me to feel the pressure, once in a while pinching one then rubbing, rolling them in his fingers. I keep squirming and he just holds me tighter. Telling me what a baby I am, that daddy is going to have to make sure his baby is kept in a diaper like a baby should be. When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day. Sitting down next to me on the bed he placed the tray on a chair, and untied the paci behind my head but kept it in my mouth.

I wanted to spit this out but daddy was holding the bottle in firmly. It wasn’t milk in the bottle, but it tasted like baby formula! I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek, as tried to get as much of it as possible to slide out of my mouth, but of course this just added to daddy’s delight as it mixed with the baby food already on my chin and cheeks. I saw red. Before I had time to even think about what I was doing, I had sat down on the kitchen chair, lowered my son’s pyjama trousers and flipped him over my lap. Obviously, up until this point Simon had no experience of this type of formal punishment but he still could sense the trouble he was in and was already wriggling around, trying to get up from the confusing and frightening position in which he found himself. I simply wrapped my left hand around his slim waist, raised my right hand and brought it down hard on his little bottom. I don’t think you’ve had enough time to think about how you’ve acted. And you certainly haven’t been punished nearly enough!” I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. After a spanking like that, I think you need to stand in the corner and think about why you were spanked.” Daddy said as he stood me up and led me to the corner. “Now you stay in this corner, hands at your sides, and think about what a bad bad baby you have been. And how you are going to be a good girl from now on.”With my mom, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Kate, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week. Even after witnessing this event, I still felt no arousal about spanking. However, a few weeks later I had what can only be described as an awakening. Polly was away for the weekend with an old university friend, and Simon and I were at home alone. On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Kate was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Kate very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately.