From: gaetana@aol.com (Gaetana) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Public and Painful - The Twins Date: 23 Jul 1994 00:10:12 -0400 With hesitation, because it's a true story I've never shared with anyone, will post the following (without copyright nonsense or disclaimers): I still remember the pain and the embarassment but the memory makes me throb with arousal after all these years! Dick and Ray were fraternal twins, lived in the big frame country-style house across the street. We went from 2nd grade through high school together, although they were a year older, and since I hit puberty earlier than the other girls in my class, the boys began to sniff around by 7th grade. In the hot summer months (no one in my neighborhood had A/C) we'd often play in the cool, clean basement in my house, a small brick older house. My Dad had whitewashed the concrete walls, and there was an old, massive built-in bar that we often made into our fantasy space-ship, mad scientist's lab, or whatever the game required. But by this summer, the fantasies and the games were changing. Somehow the imaginative play, although still starting out as kid-re-enactments of movies and serials we'd watched on Saturday afternoons, were drifting toward some interesting sex-play and experiments that weren't scientific, but certainly educational. One Saturday toward evening, both of the twins were over but none of the other younger neighborhood kids that usually hung out with us. Dick and Ray were taking turns practicing "french kisses" and doing a little clumsy experimental groping. For my part, I was learning with fascinated attention what interesting changes took place in very young men when allowed to caress a nubile young behind and breasts! Especially when their curious and eager hands were allowed to slide a T-shirt up and grope down the back of low-riding jeans to find the warm and tender crease at the top of swelling hips. We were totally forgetful of anything outside that cool, twilight basement and I was undergoing some very new and not entirely manageable sensations with two eager mouths and four hot exploratory hands practicing life-skills on my body! As I recall, Ray was behind me with both arms encircling my back, one small bare breast in each of his hands under my T-shirt, pressing a very non-juvenile hard-on against my butt, and Dick was standing above me pressing his tongue deeply in my mouth in what was my first French kiss -- when the basement door opened at the top of the stairs and my father started down. He stopped at about the 4th step when he caught sight of the tableau before him. I can still feel the frisson of shock and abject fear...colliding violently and suddenly with my first real sexual arousal. The boys jerked upright into what was probably a hilarious attempt at looking innocent and casual...I don't remember being amused at the time and neither was my father. "What the hell's going on here?" he demanded. Not surprisingly, no one answered. Finally I gathered a bit of my usual skill at Daddy-manipulation and tried, "Nothing Daddy...we were just playing..." Didn't work this time. His voice was rough and angry, "Oh yeah, I can see that! Well, you're going to learn a lessons about games like that..." My belly knotted, as he descended the rest of the steps because I knew that tone. I didn't hear it often but when I did, there would be hell to pay. The twins were red-faced and shifting from one foot to the other, but in spite of the sudden interruption and dampened ardor, both of them still had noticeable bulges in their jeans. Daddy didn't waste too many words. He walked straight over to me (the twins were backing up, but I knew he was headed for ME) and took hold of my upper arm, firmly. My hair and T-shirt were guitily mussed, the rubber band half out of my shoulder-length pony tail. He spun me around, roughly, and took hold of the back of my jeans, marching me without a word over to the old loveseat that was nearly the only furniture in the unfinished basement playroom. Around the back of the loveseat we marched - the silence in the basement was utter and more terrifying than shouting. Only when we got there did he say, "All right, bend over and get 'em pulled down. This is going to be the paddling of your life, young lady." I didn't move, frozen with disbelief. He wasn't actually going to punish me NOW, HERE in front of Dick and Ray! I turned half-way around to remonstrate, but my Dad stopped me mid-turn with a hard smack right on the bottom. "Daddy, NO!" I yelled, starting to really shake. "No...don't..I don't...you CAN'T!" The twins started edging toward the steps, ready to bolt. "Just stay right where you are, young men!" he warned. I'm sure your father will be really interested in hearing your part in this, but right now you're going to see what bad little girls get!" He just pointed at the back of the loveseat. My face felt like it was on fire. He wasn't going to tell me what to do. I was going to have to bend over the back of the loveseat and pull my jeans down. This was where I always got paddled when my mother had punished me and then "informed" when my Dad got home. This was where I was hauled in disgrace for that dreaded 2nd spanking: always with the paddle, always harder, but NEVER in front of my friends - NEVER, until now! I was still whimpering, "Noo..Please Daddy, I didn't mean...it wasn't anything...they weren't.." Daddy just pointed at my butt, meaning, "Get them down now." I knew the rules. I started hauling my pants down, cheeks burning with humiliation like I'd never felt. The boys were staring wide-eyed, glancing at each other, on the verge of crying or giggling. In a moment I was in my T-shirt and underpants, still very moist in the crotch from being probed by the twins inexpert but arousing fingers. My Dad got impatient with my delaying tactics and jerked my panties down to my knees. "Bend over that couch," he ordered. My courage broke and I wailed, "NOoooo!" But Daddy picked the paddle off its prominent display shelf on the wall and grasped it firmly. I was going to get it now and the twins that had been exploring my budding young body moments ago were going to get a front-row view! (to be continued) My Dad started spanking me, harder than I could believe! I could usually maintain some courage and control...it was a big deal with me not to beg or cry out loud when I got spanked. But it never worked with Daddy...he only spanked me when I really deserved it and then there was no kidding around. The worst part of a bad spanking was that he would MAKE me say it hurt. If I denied it, he'd just spank harder and longer until the fiery pain in my ass would be intolerable. But this time, in front of the boys, the very first smack on my bare bottom was delivered with enough force and fury to make me yowl in pain, "OWWWCH!! Daddy!! OWWW, NO-NO-NO - OWWWW!" My hands reached back in desperate reflex - and got a fiery smack in reward. "Move those hands! You're going to feel every bit of this...stop that!" Daddy took one hand at a time and forced them under my bare belly. He pressed down firmly with his left hand on my back pinning my hands helplessly under my body. Then he began the paddling in earnest, taking his time and making every single blazing smack hit squarely on my bared ass...with the twins ogling and staring as my reddening bottom jumped under the stinging paddle! My pony-tail had come undone now, but the tangle of sweaty hair didn't cover enough of my face to hide the contortions of anguished yelling. I'm sure I was a pitiful, squirming, red-assed sight! At least, they were watching with transfixed interest. "Are (SMACK! you (SMACK!) EVER (SMACK!) going to (SMACK!) let me catch you (SMACK!) messing around with boys (SMACK!) again! (SMACK!)? Does it hurt enough to make you remember (SMACK!)? How doesTHAT feel?!" "OWW-OWW-OWWW!!!" Was all I could yell...my pussy was still throbbing from the twins' mutual stimuli, my bare ass felt like a blow-torch was been applied to it, and he wanted me to tell him how it felt! He stopped briefly to rest his arm. I was sobbing uncontrollably...no pretense left at not being punished! "Well?" He insisted..."How does it feel...have you learned your lesson?" "OH Daddy, it hurts so BAD!! Hurts...it -- it hurts AWFUL...No more...please!!" He was through resting his arm. "Good, I want it to hurt enough to remember. Now, here's the rest. I don't think you'll be sitting down for a few days at school. So everyone will probably know exactly what you got!" He picked up the terrible paddle and swung at my ass again. I screamed before it even touched me, wiggling my bottom wildly - the boys gaped. The next resounding smack blazed across my bottom, and the next 10 or 12 fell so fast and hard I collapsed sobbing uncontrollably. He pushed me further over the loveseat back to expose the base of my swollen backside and delivered hot whacks to the soft underside of my butt...right where I'd have to sit - eventually! When he decided at last I'd been punished memorably, he pulled me to my feet. I was standing there with my panties around my knees in front of the gaping twins. Even with my eyes swollen nearly shut, I could see they were more aroused now than when my father had surprised the three of us! "Get upstairs to your room, young lady!" ordered my father. "I'm going to call these young gentleman's family and suggest they need some correction as well. If I know Frank Carver, they'll remember it a long time too!" I was required to spend the rest of the evening lying across my bed, not allowed to touch or bathe my flaming punished ass. The pain was exquisite but a new and disturbing throbbing persisted in my pussy. Not allowed to soothe my sore bottom, I sought release for the unbearable hot twitch between my legs...and underwent my first spanking orgasm, groaning and twisting on my virginal bed. Epilogue: The twins got theirs...they never told me (or in fact ever looked straight at me again.) But I heard from their sister that their father, furious and embarrassed used his strap on each of them until their butts were as blistered as mine! Moral? Well, I guess I learned a lesson and perhaps they did, but not the one intended to be administered. And if he ever knew I was posting this story in this place -- Ohh! Comments, if any, via this board, please...