Learning

Chapter One: Smoking Is Bad For You (Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, nc, teen)

Steffi had spent the whole afternoon confined to her bedroom. She was really bored. She was also nervous. She thought about the conversation she'd had with Mom when she came home from school. How could I have been so stupid? she thought to herself, going over the scene in her mind for the hundredth time.

As soon as she got home from school, she heard her mother's voice. Mom didn't sound happy.

"What the hell is this?" Mom had said, anger in her voice.

Steffi's eyes were riveted to the cigarette pack her mother was shoving in her face. How had she found it?? Steffi started to panic.

"That's not mine!" The denial had come out too quickly. "Somebody must have put it in my jacket when I wasn't looking!"

"Really." Her mother wasn't fooled. "Then how did you know I found them in your jacket, hmmm?"

Steffi had no answer to that. She knew she was busted.

So now she sat alone in her room. Daddy would be home soon, and then she'd find out what kind of punishment she would get. She hoped he didn't ground her again! She was looking forward to the boy's high school football game tonight, and next week too. Dejected, she knew she wouldn't be going. She'd probably be stuck at home for the next month for this!

Well, no sense just sitting here.She had been too unnerved when she'd been confronted with the evidence of her smoking and sent to her room that she hadn't had the energy to change out of her school uniform. A little more relaxed now, she got up and got undressed.

A tidy young girl, she carefully hung her gray, pleated skirt on its hanger and put it into her closet with the other two. It wasn't dirty, so she could wear it again on Monday. The white, long-sleeved autumn uniform blouse went into her laundry basket. She looked over her wardrobe to decide what to wear the rest of the day.

The weather hadn't turned cold yet, this early in September, and she probably wouldn't be going out today, so she decided she didn't need to dress warmly. She picked out her favorite pair of cutoff jeans. After adjusting her white bikini panties, she pulled the shorts on. She had made the shorts herself out of an old pair of jeans. They were now very short - cut to just below the lower curve of her bottom. In fact, they didn't even have 'legs' - only openings on either side of the crotch. Like she'd seen the older girls do, she had also cut the waistband off. So the button was gone, leaving only the zipper to hold them closed. Of course, her parents wouldn't allow her to wear them out of the house; they thought they weren't appropriate for a fourteen-year-old girl. They didn't go for Steffi's "But everyone wears them like this!" protests. She'd had to settle for just wearing them at home. Turning her back to her mirror, she looked over her shoulder, satisfied with the way the tight shorts hugged and shaped her pert little butt. Steffi topped off her outfit with a snug, white T-shirt.

Then she remembered that her father would be home soon. The fun of changing clothes fled from her mind, to be replaced with dejection.

"Steffani McAllister! Downstairs! Now!"

Resigned to getting lectured and grounded, Steffi sighed and trudged down the stairs to the living room, where her grim-faced parents waited. Her mother sat on the edge of the sofa, her dad in his recliner. Steffi put her best face on it. "Hi, Daddy!" she said, trying to smile, trying not to look at the accusing cigarette package on the coffee table.

"Haven't we warned you about the dangers of smoking?" Jacob McAllister's face showed nothing but calm seriousness as he got right to the point.

"Yeah." Steffi stared at the carpet.

"Your mother and I have noticed your attitude getting gradually worse the last few months. Until now, we've just chalked it up to growing pains that everyone your age goes through, and we've let it pass." Jacob paused to consider his words. "But now, smoking? That's not something that can be overlooked."

"I'm... I'm sorry, Daddy! I won't do it any more. I promise!" Steffi gave her dad her best puppy-dog look, a practiced technique that was usually successful in dulling his anger. It didn't work this time.

"I'm sure you won't. I'm going to punish you to make sure you remember that you're not supposed to smoke!"

"Please, Daddy, don't ground me again! I really want to go to the football game tonight! My friends are all expecting me!" Steffi tried another trick, sticking out her lower lip and trying to look pitiful.

With a small smile, Jacob replied, "Oh, you're free to go to the game. I'm not going to ground you."

Steffi looked up quickly. "You're not?"

"Nope. You can go to the game. If you still feel like it later, that is."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Steffi, you've been grounded plenty of times. It obviously hasn't taught you anything. No, I'm going to try something else." Jacob turned to his wife. "Gail?"

Steffi's mother pulled opened the drawer under the coffee table and, to Steffi's horror, took out the old paddle and laid it on the table.

"You-you're not really gonna sp-spank me, are you?" The girl's voice trembled when she spoke.

"I'm afraid so," Jacob replied.

"But you haven't spanked me since I was twelve!" Steffi protested, the pitch of her voice getting higher with each word. "I'm too old for a spanking!" She started nervously shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. She couldn't take her eyes off the paddle. They can't be serious!

"Come over here, Steffi, and lay over my knees." Jacob's voice was firm.

"Please, Daddy, don't" I'll be good! Please don't spank me!" She stood rooted to the spot.

"Do you want extra?" Jacob barked. "If you're not over here in three seconds, you'll get ten extra!"

"Nooooo!" Steffi protested. Afraid of getting it even worse, though, she quickly crossed to her father and laid across his lap. Immediately, she began to regret putting on the shorts. As she bent, she could feel them ride up. The air on her skin told her that the lower bit of her bottom was now exposed and vulnerable. The young teenager felt the heat in her face, blushing when she realized Daddy could see her bottom. She desperately wished she had changed into long pants instead! She squirmed on Daddy's lap. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"Just settle down and take it, Steffi. The sooner we get this started, the sooner it will be over with." Jacob reached out and accepted the paddle from his wife. "Gail, how many cigarettes are left in that package?"

Gail opened the little box and counted. "There are eight here."

Jacob announced, "That means you've smoked twelve, Steffani. I think three swats per cigarette is a reasonable punishment." He let his daughter think about that while he rubbed the paddle in slow circles on her taut bottom.

Shaking, Steffi begged, "Please don't..."

Her father stopped rubbing and let the weight of the paddle rest across the center of her buttocks for a moment, then he began the spanking. He raised the paddle and, ignoring Steffi's protests, brought it crashing down right across the meatiest part of her bottom. WHAM!

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWIIIEEEE!" Steffi squealed in pain, arching her back and kicking her legs straight out. It hurt! She had forgotten how much it hurt!

Jacob smacked his daughter's bottom again, and again, and again. BLAM! WHAM! POW! The first eighteen hard spanks landed squarely across the same middle part of her butt. He maintained a steady tempo, and each blow was as hard as the one before. He had to pause at one point to pull the girl's wrist behind her back and hold it tightly to keep her from reaching back and getting her hand in the way of the paddle.

"Ouch! Stop! Stop, Daddeeeee! It hurts! You're hurting me!!!" Steffi struggled desperately, but unsuccessfully to escape the spanking.

"Of course I'm hurting you! A spanking is supposed to hurt!" Jacob emphasized his point with three spanks even harder than the first few. "Maybe if it hurts enough, you'll think twice before smoking again!" Shifting his aim, Jacob started raining spanks right where his daughter's bottom met the tops of her thighs.

Now Steffi was really regretting her decision to wear those shorts! The paddle was striking her half on the denim, and half on the bare skin that was peeking out! She howled and shrieked and begged and cried, but her daddy just kept spanking and spanking! Steffi's butt was on fire, and it hurt like hell!

When it was finally over, Steffi just laid there across her dad's lap, sobbing loudly. She was convinced that he'd paddled her a million times. But it had only been the thirty-six he'd promised her. Her bottom in agony, Steffi swore to her parents that she would never smoke again!

That night at the football game, Steffi remained standing for a long time. When she finally sat down (wearing loose-fitting pants now) she couldn't help squirming obviously. Her friends, Mandy and Trisha, kept giving her funny looks. They didn't say anything, but she was sure that they knew she'd gotten spanked. The thought humiliated her. I'll bet they don't get spanked any more!

Steffi: 36 spanks