SONS GET EVEN
I was the local scandal when I got knocked up at fifteen. My dad threatened to
have Mike arrested since he was twenty but we convinced him we loved each other
and wanted to get married so he reluctantly consented since Mike had rich
parents who said they would support us until Mike got out of law school.
Since I was married now I felt no reason to waste my time finishing high school
and settled down as a housewife and Mom. Shortly after having Bob I became
pregnant again with Ted but maybe they were too close together because after him
I never got pregnant again.
My Dad did me a real disservice. He told Mike I was unruly and had to be spanked
ocassionally. To my total humiliation he even showed him how it should be done.
He had me bend over the dining room table and pulled my jeans down to my knees
then made me blush by saying, "She has the perfect butt for spanking. Round and
well muscled to be able to take a good hard spanking with the paddle. I'll show
you."
I protested that I hadn't done anything wrong to get a spanking but he said,
"Getting pregnant proves you are a slut and sluts need spanking. Now slowly
count to twenty."
At each count my butt exploded in pain as I jerked forward and yelped but I got
no sympathy as I moaned the next number as soon as I could get my breath. When
he finally finished my ass was burning and stinging and to add to my humiliation
Dad said, "I did a good job. you can see the red glowing through the panties and
her panties have tightened indicating the swelling. Feel it and see how hot it
is."
That was a mixed blessing I hated the fact he enjoyed rubbing my poor butt and
at the same time appreciated the fact his rub seemed to lessen the sting.
Dad gave him the paddle I had hated all my life and he had me hold it all the
way back to his apartment. When we got there he could hardly wait to get me
naked and lying face down on the bed so he could rub it some more and say, "Poor
baby your buns must really hurt. I'll make them well." He kissed every inch of
them which really excited me and I thought the spanking was almost worth it to
get this feeling. Then we made love twice in a row. More than he had ever done
before.
From then on I barely made it for a week without a spanking. Usually they were
not as hard for minor offences like not making the bed or washing the dishes.The
really bad thing was that when I deserved a spanking I would get it right then
even if my parents or his friends were in the house which was terribly
humiiating especially now that he had changed things a little by making me take
off my pants or skirt entirely then making me say, "I have been bad. Please
spank me."
I made the mistake of telling him the humiliation of having others see me get
spanked was nearly as bad as the spanking. From then on there was always an
audience if no-one else was around he would let my sons watch. They either
didn't know how much it hurt or didn't care because they would just stare and
giggle during my ordeal.
As they got older they became more curious and would often barge into my bedroom
when I was changing or into my bathroom while I was bathing. I scolded them and
told Mike they were little perverts but he just said, "It is normal for boys to
be curious."
When they were six they began to find out how I felt because Mike began to spank
them. It was different though because he took them to their bedroom for their
spankings so they did not have the humiliation of an audience and also I thought
it was unfair because he did all the spanking even when they had done something
to me.
When Bob was eleven he told Mike that since it embarrassed me to take off my
jeans it would be even more embarrassing if I took off my blouse too. I
protested but my protests just convinced Mike it was a good idea.
From then on I had the humiliation of stripping down to pants and bra while they
stared and giggled. They liked it best when I was fully dressed in
blouse,skirt,slip and panty hose to make the strip tease longer. Even though my
panties and bra hid my private parts it was still terrible.
Then the next Christmas when I opened my present from the boys I was shocked to
see a tiny see through bra and thong panties barely big enough to hide my pussy
lips. I said, "These are obscene. I will never wear them."
Mike said, "Shame on you. You should appreciate their nice present. It probably
cost them two weeks allowance."
Bob said,"Yeah Dad plus all our lawnmowing money."
Mike said, "You see.It was a very generous gift. Why don't you model them for
us?"
"You have to be kidding! I would be practically naked!"
"Just do it."
"No! Never! That is too much."
Mike frowned and said, "You know the penalty for saying No to me."
I knew only too well it was a twenty swat spanking. I quickly said, "Okay if it
is so damned important to you."
I went to the bathroom to put them on not about to let them see me change in
front of them. When I had them on I blushed to my toes. You could clearly see my
nipples through the thin white material and the bottom was so small my pussy
hair stuck out all around the edges. The hair made it look even more obscene so
I got his electric razor with the moustache trimmer and cut off all the hair
that showed around it. I tried to adjust the panties but if I loosened them on
my crotch you could see under the edges and if I tightened them you could see a
perfect outline of my pussy lips. I settled for tight with a sob at the loss of
my cotton bra and panties that hid me as well as a bathing suit. I didn't have
the nerve to look at my butt which I knew was totally bare.
I put on my bathrobe and went out saying plaintively, "Are you sure you want me
to model these. I may as well be naked."
"Yes and if you keep stalling you will be naked."
I looked with hate at my boys who were staring and giggling in rapt attention.
I started to open my robe but Mike said, "Make it interesting. Just let it slide
off your shoulders and slowly down your body."
I blushed as I did it realizing I looked like the strippers Mike liked to watch
on HBO.I let it slowly slide to my waist and looked down to see that my nipples
had hardened and were pushing out the material.I let it slide lower stalling as
long as possible but they just seemed to like that, staring avidly as my crotch
came in to view where I let the robe fall to the floor.
The boys giggled and then applauded to make me feel even more like the strippers
I had always thought were really twisted.
The humiliation was not over he made me turn so they could see all of me then
had me bend over and waggle my shoulders. The bra provided no support so my
breasts swayed causing more applause to make me blush anew.
Then he had me do some aerobic exercises which had never been sexy at all in
sweat clothes but now seeemed totally obscene.
Finally he said, "It is time for you to pay the penalty for your refusal."
I panicked I had no idea what the paddle would feel like on my bare buns but I
knew it would be even worse.
"I cried, "Please don't do that. I am sorry. I'll never say No to you again."
"If you stall it will be worse."
I sobbed then went to the table and gripped the edges tightly with my hands
knowing if I let go I would get an extra swat.
He said, "I will give you a break. You may count to twenty between swats to let
the sting die dowm."
That was no break at all. It would just make my ordeal last longer and my butt
would not be allowed to get numb.
At "One" he hit across both cheeks to cause an incredible sting that made me
jerk forward.
Bob yelled, "Wow Dad. That made her boobies jump." Ted just laughed and clapped
his hands.
I looked at them in hate through tear filled eyes then Mike reminded me to
count. Counting to twenty was awful since each count brought me closer to the
next swat.The sting was just beginning to subside when I had to say "Two" which
brought a swat lower on my butt to hurt even more and make me do a dance of pain
which brought more applause from the boys.
It continued on as pain enveloped me to the point I was just gasping the count.
My only consolation was knowing Mike would pamper me afterwards.
Finally it was over and I was so weak Mike carried me to bed and then rubbed
soothing oils on my butt and kissed it until we were both ready to make love. He
even let me be on top so my butt would not be pressed into the bed.
He liked the trimmed hair on my pussy so much he got the razor and cut off all
the rest of my hair. When he was done he kissed and licked my pussy which he had
never done before and it felt wonderful. Now I knew how it felt when I licked
and sucked his cock.
He pampered me even more by buying me a car.It was second hand but still real
nice and I was thrilled to have my very own car.
When I kissed him in gratitude he went into our bedroom and came back carrying
all my bra's and panties which he threw in the fireplace and said, "Your first
use of the car will be to go to town and buy the sexiest bras and panties you
can find."
He gave me a hundred dollar bill and I went to J.C.Penney where I had always
bought my underthings but they only had a few pairs of thongs. When I asked the
salesgirl if there were anymore she told me that I should go to another store
for more choices. I went to the store she had told me about and it turned out to
be a sex store. I was really embarrassed about being seen going in there so
stayed in the car until no-one was around.
I had never been in a sex store before and blushed constantly as I saw not only
very sexy lingerie but also, dildos,things for bondage, and a big collection of
whips and straps and paddles. I blushed and asked the salesgirl if anyone
actually bought that stuff and she said, "Oh yes. There are a lot of us who like
a little S&M."
I couldn't imagine that. To me spanking was just punishment but she went on,
"Spanking and whipping does not have to hurt bad just enough to make you
excited."
I remembered the light birthday spankings and that they had been totally
different so she might be right but I was not likely to find out. I bought just
short of the hundred dollars worth of the tiniest and most transparent things
she had.
I left blushing at the thought I may have to model them but at the same time the
thought caused some excitement. I found myself fantasizing about modeling in
front of hundreds of howling men.
end part one
