by Susan Thomas
Now there was only the paddle. Feeling scared she walked over to the paddle and took it off the wall. It was the size and shape of a hairbrush and not particularly thick but it stung horribly and that was just to start with. After just a very few smacks with it the fierce heat of a spanking was unbearable. She sat down on the bed with the hairbrush covering her private parts and waited. It wasn't long, though it seemed it.
Uncle Jack walked in looking sick as he always did when he had to spank her. "I'm not going to lecture you. You know the rule about driving and we heard nothing from you so let's get it over with."
As she placed herself over his lap Erin wondered if there is anything more humiliating for a girl of her age than going over someone's lap to be spanked, especially with nothing on below the waist.
Down came the paddle with its usual crisp smack making Erin jolt over her uncle's knee. The crisp blows made her jerk at the burning sting, but she knew this was only the start. The paddle on her soft delicate bottom made her jerk each time in a puppet-like way but each smack began to grow in intensity as burning sting inflamed burning sting. It was so very hard to bear a spanking. Her bottom seemed to acquire a life of its own as it constantly jerked around trying to avoid the endless rain of smacks. Her uncle had quickly developed the ability to hold her firmly in position to administer a spanking so even though her bottom jerked, jolted and writhed there was no escape and the hot stinging burn grew worse and worse until she could do nothing but wail and bawl her distress.
The one thing Erin did not do was plead or beg. She had picked up from the other girls, even before she had her first spanking, that it was considered chicken to do that. You could cry and even scream, in fact it was a good idea as it seemed to help some, but never ask your dad or whoever to stop or go easy. Erin kept to that unwritten rule as the paddle smacked and smacked and smacked down on her bottom.
In the living room her parents and her aunt sat tensely listening to the sounds of the paddle landing on her bare bottom and Erin's cries of distress. Each one tried hard to stick to the thought it was deserved and would do her good but when the girl you love is crying it is so hard to do. Finally the sounds of a good spanking ceased and after a while Jack came in.
"I've put her in the position if you want to go and look." He sounded unhappy. Spanking duty was not something he enjoyed.
The three stood and went to Erin's room. Erin was standing facing a corner of the room sniffling and snuffling with her hands on her head. She was wearing only her lovely white silk top (now looking a bit crumpled) below that she was naked. Her bottom looked very angry indeed. Each of her two soft cheeks had been turned red like two large red stop signs. In the centre of each cheek were clear signs of bruising which would undoubtedly grow worse. There was no question Erin would feel that spanking every time she sat down for several days to come. Her mum wanted to hug her, but rules are rules and Erin had to stand for her allotted time.
Chapter 4
Later Erin learnt that the boy meant to be driving had been given a serious strapping by his father and the other two had also had their share of troubles. Kerry though had escaped. Her parents were pleased she was asleep in bed and the next morning Kerry had somehow managed to conceal her hung-over state from her mom and dad. Well we all have a slice of luck sometimes, if avoiding just punishment is lucky.
For Erin going to college was quite a new experience. For a start there were boys and very attentive boys at that - what's more boys who wanted to date her. It was such a change from her rather prissy girls' school. Boys though introduced the problem of sex which in the highly conservative area where her aunt and uncle lived was something for marriage only. It was a subject that Erin and her friends talked about often. Many of the girls had been encouraged to take virginity pledges and wear rings showing that they had. As many boys had also taken those pledges it was supposed to help. Erin's parents were sceptical as they read research showing such pledges made little difference in the end, but Nicola and Jack had great faith in them and their church had regular pledging ceremonies. So Erin took the pledge at a service along with some other girls and boys. She took the pledge, 'Believing that true love waits, I make a commitment to God, myself, my family, my friends, my future mate, and my future children to a lifetime of purity including sexual abstinence from this day until the day I enter a biblical marriage relationship', and her aunt and uncle gave her a silver ring with, 'True love waits,' engraved in flowing script.
Pledges don't stop desire though, even when the boy you date has taken one too. Joshua (Josh) was a tall strong lad with short cut blond hair who also lived in her area but was studying IT full time. Erin enjoyed his company first of all and then things began to get a bit more serious and she began to have highly charged feelings about him. It was plain to her he felt the same way.
Josh's family owned a lake-shore cabin they used for fishing and one afternoon when they should have been at college they went there. The weather was mild so they sat around outside and soon were locked in an embrace. Erin felt him lift her top and his hands undo her bra but she didn't mind and began kissing him passionately, and felt him grow hard inside his pants, the large bulge straining to get out. She was unable to resist unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly to massage the swelling. Suddenly she was overpowered with desire. She wanted him to mount her, come inside her, have her. There seemed no controlling it. It blocked all other thoughts did this huge, overwhelming, extreme desire. She pulled him on top of her.
Then an unwelcome visitor, a thought, popped into her head. What if she got pregnant? She was not on the pill and had no condoms; she doubted he did either. He must have had the same thought as her because at the same moment he gave a great groan, let go and threw himself back on the ground. They both lay looking up at the sky feeling frustrated.
His erection was now clear of his underpants looking huge and she wondered how on earth a thing that size could fit inside her but was also feeling guilty that she was frustrating him. She so wanted to please him. She had never touched a boy's erect penis but on impulse she took hold of it and began to rub it gently. Josh lay back with a little sigh. It was clear he liked it. She kept rubbing the shaft with increased pressure and felt it grow even harder in her hand. She knew that some girls put it in their mouths, and very tentatively she put her head down and took it into her mouth. Josh gave an appreciative groan. She wasn't sure what to do but working her mouth up and down the erect head seemed to please him so she did it for a while but didn't want him to ejaculate in her mouth. In the end she used her hand and her mouth alternately, growing in confidence from the pleasure that she was clearly giving.
The more she worked his erection the harder he seemed to get, and his response told her he was getting very excited. He made a sound then there was a sudden swelling and she managed to move aside when his stuff shot out in great spurts onto the grass. She had thought it might be disgusting but she found herself fascinated. He lay back and she put her head down onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. They did not speak.
He hesitantly offered to give her pleasure but she had her fill of new and embarrassing experiences and they just kissed instead. Soon Erin realised that delightful though it was in the arms of Josh she could not linger any longer, her aunt and uncle would be expecting her back from college for a meal and she had better get moving.
In her car and away from the magic of boy and sex, cold thoughts crept in. What if anyone had seen her? It would be the strap for her. Doing what she had done was clearly immorality in the eyes of the church they attended and they had made no attempt to hide away. Although they had not seen anybody that did not mean no one was there. Anyway they had been far too busy to notice. Suppose someone told her Uncle Jack? It didn't bear thinking about and to make it worse she had been meant to be at college. Skipping college was hardly going to go down well.
Then there was the sex question. She had made a pledge and felt guilty she had come so near to breaking it a
nd that it wasn't the pledge but the thought of getting pregnant that had stopped her. What did that say about her? If she was going to be so tempted maybe she would be better to go on the pill but then suppose her aunt found the pills! That last thought was horrible. She could of course give Josh some condoms but that would be like saying, "Have me I'm yours." And what would he think of her if she did that? In the end she decided that it would be better to keep a few condoms in the car hidden away just in case she really wanted to do 'it'.
So intent was she on all these thoughts that she paid no attention to her driving and only slowly became aware of the flashing lights behind her and that she was going too fast for the clearly posted speed limit. Nobody could have been more polite and respectful than Erin; she accepted the ticket and the officer was pleasant and understanding but firm. She had been speeding and here was the ticket. He told her it could have been worse.
When he had gone Erin thought that actually it was worse than the officer thought for now that strap would be coming out of the cupboard. It never crossed her mind to hide what she had done.
By the time Erin got home she was shaking. To be scared of the strap was not folly or cowardice it was based on good sense, which is why it was only used for more serious matters. Even the boys who liked to play tough guy over punishments didn't make light of a strapping. The Behaviour Pack that had come with the paddle had a punishment guide which also included a section on the strap that had only been purchased later. The guide informed parents that they should only resort to the strap for the most serious matters and recommended never giving more than the young person's age. Erin was pretty sure her aunt and uncle would give her the full eighteen.
She walked into the family room trying hard to keep her head up and her voice steady. To add to her woes the ticket had on it where she had been stopped which was not the route home from college. She hoped desperately they would not notice that detail. Her chin wobbled and her eyes leaked tears as she told them of her ticket. Her aunt's response made her heart sink.
"Oh Erin you silly girl, whatever made you do such a foolish thing?"
Erin shrugged to avoid speech and her eyes leaked more tears.
Jack sighed, his voice sounded resigned when he spoke. "Go and get me the strap Erin."
There was a large walk-in cupboard cum wardrobe in the entrance hall. Inside, to the left on the wall, hung the strap which until now had never been used. It still smelled strongly of new leather and seemed quite heavy. Erin shuddered at the thought of that hitting her bare bottom. The whole thing was about eighteen inches long, a shade under two inches wide and about three eighths of an inch thick because it was made of two layers. There was a nice rounded handle to hold. Erin ran her hands over the dark leather and found that all the edges had been smoothed down. The bizarre thought ran into her head that it was beautifully made.
She walked back to the family room and with shaking hands gave the strap to her uncle. It was clear they were staying in this room and not going to her bedroom.
"Come on Erin," her aunt sounded unhappy but determined, "you know what you have to do."
Erin did and kicked off her trainers and began pulling down her jeans, she let them pool around her ankles before pulling her panties down, and then as an afterthought took both jeans and panties off altogether leaving them there on the floor.
"Bend over the back of the sofa."
Trembling Erin did as her uncle told and bent over the back of the sofa. Her aunt went the other side and held her hands. "Be a brave girl Erin, you're not the first to get the strap and you won't be the last."
The blow when it came sent Erin almost over the top of the sofa with shock and pain. She went to take a deep breath but before she could the next crashed down on her delicate cheeks. Erin screeched and pulled herself clear of her aunt's grip and stood up, her hands grabbing at her cheeks. Her aunt stood and grabbed her arms pulling them around to the front and telling her sternly, "No, you must take your punishment, you know you must."
With some difficulty Erin was placed back in position. From his position her uncle could see the bold imprint of the two blows with white areas filling in between, the edges were raised and the whole thing rapidly turning a nasty red.
"Erin, you have sixteen more to go, please don't jump up again or I might have to add more on."
Erin did not reply but screeched again as the third landed across her bottom. She could not believe how much it hurt. She tried to be a brave and good girl as the church encouraged (apparently the Christian child should welcome Godly corporal correction) but simply couldn't make the grade.
As each blow landed she screeched, and after number six each one had her practically climbing over the sofa writhing her bottom around to escape the strap. Her aunt's grip grew tighter and tighter as Erin's desperation grew until at number fourteen Erin managed to escape her again and jumped totally clear of the sofa. She stood close by in a half bent position her hands clasped to her bottom her mouth open and tears streaming down her face.
Her aunt came right around the sofa and helped her to go back in position where Erin begged her uncle, "Please don't give me any extras. Please Uncle Jack, it hurts horribly."
Jack replied with a catch in his voice. "Then stay down, there are only four more."
To Erin the last four seemed worse than any others but somehow she managed to stay more or less in position with her aunt now holding her shoulders. Afterwards she sobbed into first her uncle's and then her aunt's chest while they stroked her hair and rubbed her back. When she was calm again it was into the corner before the punishment was over.
That evening Erin lay face down on her bed her bottom bare to the cool air, the welts throbbing in different frequencies depending on where they were and whether they had crossed other welts. She reflected that she had signed up for 'Godly corporal correction' as the church liked to call it in order not to be the odd one out. Now she was the odd one out again as she was the only one of the girls she knew who had been strapped.
Jack sat in his den with a beer by his hand, the irony of his situation not lost on him. He had so wanted a daughter and Erin, although on loan so to speak, was pretty close but he had never dreamt about the disciplinary side and how unpleasant it was.
Nicola sat by her laptop trying to summon up the courage to inform her sister in England about Erin's strapping. Beside her was the speeding ticket, she was puzzled about the road where Erin had been stopped. That wasn't the road from the college. That was the road from the lake. There was more to this than they thought. She reflected that raising a teenager is plain hard work no matter how nice a girl.
Chapter 5
The good Christian girl welcomes Godly corporal correction. Her humble submission to it is a matter for great rejoicing in the church. The smart of corporal correction will help her to repent and return to her former Christian behaviour... She should not flinch from baring herself for her correction as this is not immodesty.
The extracts are taken from the church's Behaviour Pack: guide to using Godly corporal correction with an errant teenager.
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Her aunt and uncle didn't say anything about the location of the speeding ticket for three days by which time her bottom only felt only a little sore and not all the time. Her parents had been most unsympathetic; they really seemed to have been converted to the ways of her aunt and uncle's church. Erin's friends were awestruck and wanted to look at her marks several times. None of them had yet been strapped although most of them had a strap hanging somewhere in the house. Josh was very upset and felt responsible in some way though of course he wasn't. In theory he could still get the strap but it had been quite some while since his dad had taken him to the den for one.
On the third day when Erin had stopped smarting and the strapping had become part of history her aunt and uncle broached location over dinner.
"Erin you were stopped on the road out from the lake but you had been in college. Why were you on that road?"
Erin went beetroot red instantly and said nothing.
"Erin why were you on that road?"
Erin was not an untruthful girl but she did not want to go into this. She was still wrestling with the strength of her desire for Josh and what to do about it. "Oh I went over to the lake, it's so beautiful out there."
"But Erin," her aunt was insistent, "you wouldn't have had time after college finished to get to the lake and then come back along that road."
"Well I skipped college. Everything moves so slowly the pace of work isn't what I am used to."
Her aunt and uncle absorbed this. It was true. Erin was very bright from a very pushy school and had a reserved place at a top university. Her grades were extraordinarily good so she might well have given a few sessions a miss and taken some time out for herself. They accepted what she said. The problem with lies is that they have a habit of coming back to bite you later.
Because of the ease with which she had deceived them Erin began to cut college classes regularly and met with Josh up at the lake cabin. Their sessions together became extremely passionate but they never actually went the whole distance because of fear of pregnancy. Erin didn't tell Josh about the condoms she had hidden in her first aid kit or Josh tell Erin about the ones he had in his wallet. Both instinctively knew that to do so would be to cross a line they had pledged not to cross.
The sad truth is though that no matter how bright Erin was she couldn't benefit from her course if she kept skipping classes. When she failed a test rather dismally she got a note from the college warning her that her attendance was poor and must improve. Inevitably her uncle and aunt found out, and they took it seriously.