Mom helped her down, and then picked up Sandy's clothes and told her to go to her room and stay there until she was told to come out again, and that she would bring Sandy some food later on.
Then both of them looked at me, and I started feeling awfully shaky in my legs.
“This time, Arlene,” Mom said to me, “Mr. Douglas is going to spank you himself. Get ready. Pull your dress and petticoat up over your waist and get over his lap. You are to get half your spanking over your panties and the other half on the bare skin.”
He was breathing hard and his eyes had that awful light I didn't like at all. He sat down on the chair and waited for me as I pulled up my clothes, blushing like a beet because I was so ashamed. But it was going to be lots worse when my panties came down!
Mr. Douglas sat down on the straight-backed chair and waited for me while I slowly and shamefacedly hoisted up my clothes and held them above my waist. I didn't waste any time over Mr. Douglas' lap, and I closed my eyes and tightened all my muscles to get ready. But Mom walked over and ordered me to hold up hands and then she held them tight, so I really felt helpless and more ashamed than ever.
Mr. Douglas didn't start the spanking right away. He sort of adjusted me over his lap until he had me the way he wanted, very tightly up against him, with his left arm pinning my waist, then, to my shame, he pulled at the waistband of my panties so that I could feel the material press hard against the crease between my bottomcheeks, which made me terribly self-conscious about showing my body off to him.
I almost died waiting for Mr. Douglas to start spanking me. I could feel Mom's fingers dig into my wrists, and I could feel the muscles in my legs tremble and shiver as I tried to make myself as small as possible over his lap. Then, I almost called out with shame, because his hand pressed against one of my heinie cheeks and rested there a minute, as if he was feeling me up. I bit my lips and closed my eyes very tightly, and I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. But I could feel it. And then suddenly his hand came down with a loud “Smack!” and I almost jumped because it had taken me by surprise. There was a burning sting where his hand had hit, and now I knew what it was like being spanked by a man. His hand came down again after what felt like another whole minute, on the other cheek, and again it made me gasp and squirm a little.
He was taking his time spanking me, and it began to sting terribly. I could feel tears sting my eyes, but I tried with all my might not to call out or ask for mercy or anything like that. All the same, every time his big hand landed on my heinie, my hips jumped a little, and I jerked at my wrists against Mom's hold. It felt as if he was never going to stop, and he was taking so long between spanks that I almost felt like begging him please to get it over with in a hurry. I knew he wouldn't. And he would only enjoy my saying that because then he would know he was hurting me and shaming me.
I tried to count the spanks so as to distract myself. When he got to twenty-five, he finally stopped, and my bottom felt hot and it hurt a lot. His big hand pressed right over both my cheeks from the last swat, and all of a sudden I could feel something pressing against my tummy. And I knew what it was: it was his cock! He was getting his sex kicks from spanking my heinie. I had never felt so ashamed in all my life.
And now the time had come for my panties to be pulled down, and I nearly did beg him not to do it but to give me double or anything so he wouldn't see me bare. After a minute, Mom said, “Lift yourself up a little, Arlene. You're going to get the second part of your spanking now.”
I did, and he put his fingers under the waistband of my panties and slowly tugged them down to the lower parts of my thighs. I pressed myself down as hard as I could over his lap to hide my pussy from him. And when I did, it was to feel his big hard cock rubbing against my hairy spot. I could feel my face turning red with shame because I knew this and what it meant. He was excited because he was looking at my bare behind and I knew that he wanted to see all the rest of me.
Once again he didn't start right away. And that was the worst thing about getting spanked. I mean, if you knew you were in for it and he had started it right away, you could have gritted your teeth and closed your eyes and just learned to take what you had to, so you wouldn't make a cowardycat of yourself and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to your feelings. But this way, the way he had of running his hand over my bottom — exactly the way he did when I had my panties on — just drove me wild with shame. I mean, I knew he was doing it for kicks, I had learned enough about him already to understand that. And he liked what he was doing, no two ways about it. So now, after my panties had come down, his hand caressed my naked seat and I couldn't help groaning and squirming a little, again trying my level best to cover up my pussy and tightening my bare red seat as much as I could to sort of cut down the size he had to spank. It was all I could do to keep from begging him please to get it over with, only I knew better. Even a big girl who has to get spanked on her bare heinie has some pride. Yes, even when her stepfather is getting ready to give her more spanking after having made her panty-clad tail sting already.
The difference between spanking on the bare and spanking over the panties was something I could feel right away. Apart from the shame of it, it stung a lot more. And of course the hard spanks he had already given me to prepare me for this had left my bottom terribly tender. The next spanks made my hips weave around from side to side, and I gasped out again, “Oww!”
I tried my best not to kick my legs or to twist around too much because I didn't want to show him everything. But as he kept on, slowly and methodically, it began to hurt more and more, and I could feel the tears running down my face. Several times I lifted my face up to Mom, and I stared at her through my misty eyes, but I didn't get any sympathy from her at all. She just took a firmer hold on my wrists, and gave them a little jerk and then his hand came down again and I forgot about her and could concentrate only on my burning bottom.
I got twenty-five good hard ones on the bare, and I was really crying. But I was proud of myself because I hadn't once asked for mercy.
He let me lie over his lap for a little time after the spanking, and then he himself pulled my panties back up very tightly, so that once again the material chafed me in my crotch. I was so ashamed I wanted to die. And by then his big cock was so hard that it was as if he was trying to put it into me, I swear it was!
“I hope this will be a lesson to you, young lady,” he said in a hoarse voice. “A big girl like you having to be spanked like a child, you should be ashamed of yourself! Now go to your room and stay there.”
I was only too happy to go back to my room. I locked the door, too. And then, lying on my tummy, with my panties pulled down to let the cool air ease the heat of my bare behind, I slid my left forefinger between my legs and began to tickle my clit. I closed my eyes and pretended it was somebody nice like Tommy Turnbull or Dick Fuller who was feeling me up and loving me. And I got so excited that my pussy got all moist, and it was a wonderful feeling, the heat of my spanked bottom helped make me so sexy, I knew. And then I had the idea that if maybe somebody like Tommy or Dick had spanked me instead and then loved me up, it would really be terrific and ever so thrilling. I had discovered something about myself. Yes, I liked to be spanked, only not by Mr. Douglas.
The second spanking for Sandy and me that I wrote about at the start of this entry in my diary wasn't quite so bad. Just the same, it was bad enough. Sandy had got herself another five demerits for sassing back, only this time it was Mom. She had been complaining about how strict Mr. Douglas was, and Mom had said something and Sandy had flared up. Then she forgot to do the dishes when it was her turn, and I had to do them, but Mom came out into the kitchen and caught me, so Sandy got another demerit. That made six. So she got a spanking over her panties and then on the bare the way I had from Mr. Douglas. It didn't hurt quite so much that time, although she did cry. But at least she had learned enough to keep her mouth shut and not add to her problems.
My second spanking was jus
t unfortunate. Sandy and I were sort of chatting in the kitchen on a Wednesday night, and before we knew it, we were getting a little careless with the dishes. I broke a platter, and Mom came out and gave me five demerits right away just on impulse because she was so mad about her nice platter. Then my room was untidy, so that made seven demerits in all. Only this time Sandy wasn't spanked with me, I had to go in there on Saturday afternoon and face the music myself. Seven demerits got me a handspanking over my panties and then with the hairbrush on the bare. Again Mr. Douglas did it. But this time he did it without Mom being there and that was the worst of all.
He sat down on the straight-backed chair and made me stand at his right and slowly pull up my dress and petticoat and hold them above my waist. And then he gave me a long lecture, and all the time I could see the hairbrush lying on the edge of the dresser waiting to be used on my bare butt after his big hand had warmed the seat of my panties. I fidgeted a lot, and he scolded me for being inattentive, as he called it. It wasn't that at all, it was just that I was scared and wanted to get it over with. Finally he told me that I could lie down over his lap, and once again he pulled my panties up as tight as he could so it hurt me between my legs and against my bottomhole. Then he told me to take hold of the rung of the chair and not to let go. Then, his left arm pinning my waist, he began to spank very hard and very slowly.
This time I got thirty over my panties, and I was sniffling and wriggling around a lot by the time he had stopped. He let me lie there a few minutes, then he told me to get up, go over and get the hairbrush and give it to him, and then pull my panties down to my knees and get back over his lap. He watched all the time I did it, and my face was scarlet as I had to pull my panties down and show him my pussy. I went down over his lap as quickly as I could, and once again he went through that awful procedure of adjusting and pulling me tight up against him, and then curving his left arm around me and holding me tightly. This time he told me to count the ten spanks aloud, and I did. Ohh, how they hurt! I swear it was a full minute between each swat, and I had to lie there and wait for the next one while my poor heinie was still burning and throbbing from the last one. I was really crying by the time he finished, and I was ever so ashamed. He told me to get up and pull my panties back on, and once again he had a good look at my pussy. And as I was pulling my panties back up, I could see the hard bulge at the fly of his pants. Our eyes met, and he had a cruel little smile on his thin lips, and I knew that he knew what I was thinking. He wanted to have sex with me; instead he was going to have it with Mom and take it out on her for the kicks I had given him. I wish I could get away from this house, Dear Diary! The only way I can figure out is to get married, but both Dick and Tommy are much too young for that and their parents wouldn't let them anyway. Besides, while I like them both, I'm not sure they're the right ones for me. What am I going to do?
CHAPTER SIX
September 22, 1969:
Dear Diary, an awful lot has happened since the last time I wrote down about my spankings from Mr. Douglas. A new neighbor moved in to the house north of us, a very good-looking man of about twenty-seven, Burt Edwards. It's short for Burton, and he's living there with his Aunt Ella. She's awfully attractive, though she must be easily forty. She's tall, with an oval cameo-like face, dark-brown hair parted down the middle and drawn up from her forehead, and she really looks sexy. Mr. Edwards moved here from Los Angeles to take over the management of a vineyard which makes grapes for good wines. He and his Aunt Ella invited Mr. Douglas, Mom, Sandy and me over for dinner right after Labor Day. I could have sunk through the floor when Burt said to Mr. Douglas, “You really have well behaved and very lovely daughters, Mr. Douglas, and you are to be congratulated.” And then Mr. Douglas had to go and say, “That's because we maintain discipline in our house, and big as these girls are, they aren't too big to get spanked when their bottoms need it.”
His aunt seemed to get awfully interested in that remark, and because she was sitting next to him, she began to talk to him about it in a low voice. I was on the other side of the table next to Sandy, so I couldn't hear too much of what was being said. But from time to time she would glance at me, and then go back and talk to him in almost a whisper.
Since the last time I wrote in my diary, I only got one more spanking. That was on the last day of August, when I had gone to a movie with Betsy Rourke and Dick Fuller had brought along his sister Tess. Dick and I had a soda after the show, and sort of fooled around, and before I knew it I was already half an hour past the curfew Mom had set down. When I tried to argue out of it, I got five more for sassing back, so that made nine. I begged her please to do it herself, but she said no, Mr. Douglas would do it. And sure enough, the next afternoon which was Saturday, I had to report to his bedroom this time, lift up my clothes and go over his lap for a good sound spanking over my panties, and then stand up and take my panties completely off this time at his order, and go back over his lap for thirty hard spanks with the hairbrush. Ohh, how I cried and this time I really begged him to let me off and promised to be such a good girl, Dear Diary! He kept scolding me as he spanked, and he didn't make me count the spanks, he did it himself. That wasn't much consolation, I can tell you. My poor bottom was bounding around in every direction, and I know that I must have shown him my pussy lots of times when I kicked and twisted under the last twelve or fifteen of the hairbrush spanks. He kept me over his lap for quite some time, and then he said to me, “Your mother and I have decided, Arlene, to let you go to work instead of on to college. I think it would be better discipline for you that way. So in a few weeks, I myself will try to find you some kind of office job where you can be useful and make a few dollars, but remember, you'll still be under my discipline as well as your mother's.”
He had put away the hairbrush and he put his hand on my bare burning bottom while he was talking to me. Once again I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my tummy, and my face was just as red as my heinie.
A certain of times at night, when I woke up maybe at midnight or one in the morning and couldn't sleep and decided to go out to the kitchen to get a snack, I heard Mr. Douglas spanking Mom. And once in a while I would listen as long as I could, and my heart would be beating very fast and my pussy would be tickling and getting moist because he always fucked her after he gave her her spanking. He would scold her the way he did Sandy and me, as if she were a little baby, and he would tell her to get her big red bottom well up so that he could get at it, and to spread her legs apart. I didn't look through the keyhole, but I just knew he was giving it to her from behind, the way be had that time I did watch.
Sandy got two spankings since the last time I wrote Dear Diary. But both were just over her panties, and one of them was given her by Mom and the other by Mr. Douglas. She went on back to high school, and I sort of envied her. It got her away from home for most of the day, and she did like some of her teachers and some of her classes an awful lot. I just had to stay around the house and be under their thumb all the time until Mr. Douglas could find me this job he was talking about. Also, Sandy wasn't allowed to wear a miniskirt any more. She had to wear a dress down to her knees, and she also had to wear stockings and a garterbelt. Mr. Douglas said she was very well developed and that she should dress like a young lady. Sandy told me that when she got her spanking from him, he pulled her panties up the way he had mine, and took an awful long time before he began to spank her, and rubbed her heinie a couple of times with his palm before he got started. But she had learned to hold her tongue and not argue or sass back.
But the big news is that today I started working for Burt Edwards as an office girl in his winery office building on Divisadero. Mr. Douglas talked to him last week, and then I went over to his house to be interviewed by him. He's awful handsome, Dear Diary. He's about six feet tall, with curly light-brown hair and nice twinkling blue eyes and a good firm mouth, and his voice is pleasant and mellow. He said he would start me at sixty-five dollars a week and see how I worked out. Mostly I have f
iling to do and I always could type because I typed my school themes, so I do some of his letters. He writes it down in longhand, and then I type it up neatly.
Yesterday afternoon, though, about fifteen minutes before quitting time, he called me into his office and had me sit down and then he said to me, “Your stepfather tells me that you still get spanked, Arlene. Is that so?”
You should have seen my face than, Dear Diary! I wanted to disappear into thin air, but I just nodded and mumbled something. He chuckled and said, “Don't be so ashamed, it's a perfectly natural thing. In fact, I have a very high regard for girls who get spanked because they are usually much more intelligent and sensitive, and mind a good deal better for having that experience. What would you say, Arlene, if I told you that later on, after you have passed your probationary period, that I have in mind giving you a spanking whenever your work isn't up to snuff? What would you say to that?”
Then I really did blush, practically all the way down to my bubbies, and I know my ears were red! “I — I guess — if — If I had it coming — I guess it would be all right,” I finally managed. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode. And I had that squirmy feeling between my legs, the kind I always get when I get sexy. Because I could see in my mind's eye his taking me over his lap and pulling up my clothes and then snugging down my panties and putting his strong hand on my bare heinie and then spanking me until I cried. And this time, I wasn't afraid of the idea at all, in fact, I found myself hoping he would really do it! Maybe — well, just maybe, I'm sort of falling in love with Burt Edwards!
October 17, 1969:
Dear Diary, I know I'm in love, and all because he spanked me good and hard just yesterday.!
I've been working about a month now for Burt Edwards, and I really like my work. I'm learning about how grapes are made into wine, and the various kinds of wine, how it is bottled and shipped out and how various wines go with certain kinds of meals and so on. Mr. Edwards — Burt — took me through the processing plant and showed me how the grapes are fermented and then the wine drawn off and bottled according to types and age. It's really fascinating! It's funny, but all this past month I haven't had a single spanking from Mr. Douglas. Sandy, though, has more than made up for it, with three good ones. One of them got her the hairbrush on the bare about thirty times, but the other two spankings were just over her panties. The night she got the hairbrush, she came to my room after midnight and we girl-loved. She told me that it made her awfully sexy when she got spanked and that to be loved up like this, the way we did, was ever so exciting. Of course she said with a wry giggle, “Don't think I want to go out of my way to get spanked just so we can do this, Arlene, but just the same it really sends me when we fool around like this.”
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