Learning

Chapter Four: So Much For That Idea (Mandy)

(MFm/f, spanking, teen, serious)

Mandy was pretty proud of herself. Her butt still hurt from the hard spanking she'd gotten from her gym teacher, but she didn't really mind. She'd successfully dissuaded Mr. Phillips from reporting her misbehavior -skipping gym class - to her parents. Taking advantage of her own, and her friend Steffi's, youthful good looks, Mandy had struck a bargain with the teacher. The girls took their spankings while stripped down to just their bras and panties, offering the lecherous old teacher a chance to leer at their nubile teenage bodies. In exchange, the teacher agreed to set aside the rule that required all spankings to be reported to the student's parents. Had the spanking been reported, Mandy would have just gotten another spanking at home - a spanking far more harsh than what Mr. Phillips had administered.

So the fifteen-year-old was feeling smug as she entered her house. She had outsmarted the grownups again! Mandy saw her mother in the kitchen. "Hi Mom, I'm home!" she called.

"Hello, Mandy. How was school?" Mandy's mother, Cheryl, was still an attractive woman at forty years old. She'd been an athlete in high school and college, and had kept herself in shape in the years since.

"I had a good day," Mandy replied with a smile on her face. "Can I have a Pepsi?"

"MayI, Mandy. MayI."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "MayI have a Pepsi?"

"Yes, you may," Cheryl said with a smile. "And then you may run upstairs and change your clothes. Remember you have chores to do!"

"Oh Mom, do I have to do my chores right now? Can't I do them after dinner?"

"Mandy, it will be too dark after dinner for raking leaves."

"Oh, all right." Mandy helped herself to a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator and then trotted up the stairs to her room. She tossed her backpack on her bed and set her soda on her night-stand, then started stripping off her school uniform. Blouse and skirt went into the laundry basket, and then she stepped out of her panties. She was going to wear jeans to rake leaves, and Mandy liked going pantiless when she wore jeans. It felt nice and sexy, and a bit naughty as well.

"Mandy!"

Her mother's voice froze Mandy in place. She realized she had neglected to close her bedroom door before getting undressed. She turned to face her mother.

"Your bottom is red, young lady!" Cheryl looked angry. "Did you get a spanking at school?"

"Um, yes, Ma'am." Mandy stared at the floor and tried to cover her crotch with her hands.

"Well, what did you do this time? And why didn't your teacher call to inform me?"

"Um, well, I skipped gym class," Mandy replied, nervously. She knew there was no sense in lying now. It would only make things worse. "And, um, I guess he must have forgotten to report it..."

"I'm ashamed of you, Mandy! Skipping class? Well, get dressed and get to your chores. We'll deal with this when your father gets home." Cheryl turned and strode out of the bedroom and continued with her upstairs errand.

Mandy's heart sank. She knew that she was in big trouble. When she had to wait until Daddy got home, it always meant she was in big trouble. She was mad at herself, too, because her plan would have worked if she'd only remembered to close her door! Disgruntled, Mandy pulled on a pair of jeans and went outside to rake leaves.

A few hours later, Mandy waited nervously in her room, wondering just how bad her punishment was going to be. Her older brother, Rick, was already home from football practice. She hoped...

Her bedroom door opened and her mother looked in. "Your father is home, Mandy. Time to face the music. Come downstairs."

"Please, Mom, can't I..."

"Downstairs now, Mandy."

Resigned, Mandy followed her mother downstairs. They walked into the living room, and Mandy saw both her father and brother sitting there. Now she knew she was in real trouble. This could only mean one thing - a full-family punishment.

Mandy's father, Aaron, spoke immediately. "Skipping class, Mandy? I think you know what that means, so let's not waste time talking about it. Undress. Now."

Mandy blushed a deep red. Naked spankings weren't unusual for her, but it was still humiliating to have to strip naked in front of her whole family. She knew better than to argue, though, and quickly disrobed. Embarrassed, she stood with her hands at her sides, trying not to look at anyone. She could feel Rick leering at her, but that didn't bother her as much as Daddy seeing her naked. Mandy always wondered whether he was getting his jollies seeing her this way, or if it was just the humiliation that interested him.

"Fetch the paddle and the strap," Aaron instructed.

"Damn. This is gonna be bad,"Mandy thought as she walked to the closet where the punishment implements were kept. She took the paddle and strap from their hooks. As she walked back to the center of the room, she shot a dirty look at her brother. He'd been staring at her breasts, watching the way they jiggled when she walked. Actually, she didn't really blame him for looking. Mandy knew that her B-cup boobs were pretty and that guys liked them. Daddy could see them too, but he wasn't ogling them like Rick was - and she could hardly give Daddy a dirty look anyway. She placed the paddle and strap on the coffee table, then waited.

"This is going to take a while, Mandy," said Aaron. "We'll start with a warmup hand spanking. From each of us. Start with your brother."

With a sigh, Mandy walked across the living room to stand in front of Rick. As she was required to do, she said, "I've been a bad girl, Rick. I deserve a good spanking. Please warm my bottom." Mandy was accustomed to this, but her cheeks still burned with shame. Her embarrassment was made even worse because now Rick was staring at her pussy.

"I agree," Rick said. "So bend over my lap!" He was grinning. Rick thoroughly enjoyed these sessions. Resigned, Mandy draped herself across her brother's lap.

In his chair, Mandy's father said, "Go ahead, Rick. One hundred spanks."

Rick didn't waste time, starting the spanking immediately. He made his sister yelp by spanking hard. He also spanked very fast. Knowing that Mandy's butt was already sore from her school spanking added to Rick's enjoyment.

"Oooooooow! This is just the warmup, Rick," Mandy hollered. "You don't have to spank so hard! Ooooweeee!"

"Oh yes I do!" Rick laughed. "You don't want bruises later, do you?"

"Nooo..." Mandy whimpered.

"Then I have to get your butt good and hot with my hand. You know that!" Rick continued spanking his sister even harder. He made sure he covered her entire bottom. It didn't take long to turn her whole butt red, because the blush from her school spanking still hadn't faded. "You know that if you hadn't skipped class you wouldn't be getting spanked."

"Oh shut up, Rick," Mandy whined.

Rick increased the pace of the spanking after being told to shut up. He was loving every minute of this, and hurried to deliver more spanks. Somehow, he managed to drag the hundred spanks out for almost five minutes. He dealt the last smack and said, "Now it's Mom's turn, Mandy!"

Mandy stood and wiped her eyes. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were watering a bit. She wanted to rub her bottom, but it wasn't allowed. Stepping in front of her mother she repeated the ritual. "I've been a bad girl, Mom. I deserve a good spanking. Please warm my bottom."

"Yes, you were very bad today!" Cheryl took her daughter over her lap and started spanking immediately. She spanked almost as hard as Rick, but not as fast. Still she made Mandy yell.

"Moooooooom! Pleeeease! Not so hard!"

"Be quiet, Mandy," said Cheryl. "This is only the warmup, you know. You've still got a good paddling and strapping coming."

"I know, Mommy, I knooow!" Mandy whimpered. The fifteen-year-old's bottom was already on fire, and she was dreading the rest of her punishment. She was very familiar with both the paddle and the strap, and was well aware of how much they were going to hurt. Her mother spanked her quickly, though to Mandy it seemed to take a long time. And she still had to feel her Daddy's hand on her ass.

Mandy's voice was barely a whisper as she confessed her naughtiness to her father, and she looked afraid when she went over his lap. As she feared it hurt like hell when Daddy's hand started slapping her tender buttocks. He spanked very hard! If he was spanking this hard with his hand, Mandy knew the paddle was going to be unbearable. And the strap, too. Mandy was soon crying freely.

"Now it's time for the paddle, Mandy," said Aaron. "Take it to your brother."

Though her bottom was blazing, Mandy was still not permitted to rub it. She slowly stood, then stared at the paddle on the table for a moment before picking it up. She didn't want to give it to Rick. Weeping, she stood in place, just holding the feared paddle.

"Get moving, Mandy!" her father barked. "If you don't get over there right this instant, I'm going to add the riding crop to your punishment!"

Mandy hated and feared the riding crop more than any other implement. The mere mention of that horrid tool sent her scurrying across the room. She took a deep breath and said to Rick, "I haven't been punished nearly enough. I think you should paddle me." Mandy's body shuddered as she asked for more punishment. She offered the paddle to her brother.

Rick accepted the paddle with a big grin, then guided his younger sister across his lap once again. "How many, Dad?"

"I think twenty will be sufficient."

Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. Twenty wasn't as many as she'd been expecting. She winced when she felt Rick start rubbing the hard paddle in circles on her butt. Then...

WHAM!

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Mandy howled in pain when the paddle crashed into her ass. Her legs kicked with each solid blow. The paddle sent waves of pain deep into the tissues of her bottom. Despite the warmup hand spanking, Mandy feared she would be seriously bruised by the end of this spanking.

Rick paddled his sister slow, steady, and hard. Only allowed twenty spanks, he wanted to drag out the punishment. After each blow, he waited for her to relax again before delivering the next. He enjoyed making Mandy cry. He was glad he was wearing his baggy jeans today - his parents wouldn't notice his raging hard-on. In spite of the fact she was his sister, he got off on seeing her naked like this. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't his fault that the best-looking girl in school was his little sister! He administered the twentieth blow with all his strength, prompting Mandy to let out a loud scream, the guided her to her feet, handed her the paddle and pushed her toward their mom.

Mandy didn't fail to notice her brother's hard-on, because it was pressing against her belly as she squirmed on his lap. She didn't know why he got so turned on when he spanked her. But she didn't call attention to the fact as she stood and delivered the paddle to her mother. Over Mom's knee she went, still crying hard.

Again, Cheryl didn't spank as hard as her son did, but her paddling technique was still effective. She made Mandy howl and struggle by dealing quick, sharp spanks with the paddle. Long before she was finished, she had to grab Mandy's hand too stop her attempts to reach back and protect her bottom. She soon finished paddling her daughter and sent her on to her husband.

The fifteen-year-old girl was sobbing miserably when she handed the paddle to her father and draped herself across his ample lap. In spite of her situation, she was immediately aware that Daddy did not have a hard-on like Rick did. She was greatly relieved to know that Daddy wasn't turned on, and, strangely, that made her paddling from Daddy easier to take. Confirmation of her father's non-arousal in her head, Mandy concentrated on keeping her hands planted on the floor as the final paddling began.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson, Mandy. You know I don't like to do this." Aaron raised the paddle and brought it crashing down on his daughter's well-marked bottom. WHACK! CRACK! WHAM! Aaron was pleased to see that Mandy was now taking her spanking very well. She hardly struggled at all while the twenty, very hard blows sent ripples across the flesh of her butt.

Something strange was happening to Mandy. It had happened once before, but she didn't understand it. Shortly after her father started paddling her, she suddenly felt like she wasn't really there. She still felt every blow from the paddle, and each blow still hurt like crazy, but she was only aware of the pain with a small part of her mind. Sobs wracked her body while her mind floated away. For some reason, her whole body felt warm and tingly, and she could feel her nipples stiffening. And her pussy was getting wet. These facts moved to the forefront of her mind, pushing the pain of her spanking to the back.

Mandy didn't even realize that the paddling had ended until she heard her father telling her to stand up. As she slowly stood, she remembered she still had a strapping coming to her. Instead of waiting to be ordered, she picked up the strap and took it to her brother. "I need to be punished more," she said. Then, again without being told, she bent herself over the arm of the sofa, assuming her usual position for a strapping. She folded her arms under her head on the sofa cushions, and waited.

She didn't have to wait long. Puzzled by Mandy's odd behavior, but not too concerned about it, Rick laid into her with the strap. The two-inch-wide leather burned like fire across Mandy's well-prepared ass. Oh, how it hurt! The pain was incredible! But the sounds coming from her mouth were not entirely cries of pain. Mandy whimpered a disguised protest when the strapping from her brother ended after only ten strokes. The break wasn't long - her mother took over when her brother finished, administering ten more fiery lashes to Mandy's red, swollen bottom.

The ten strokes from Daddy were the hardest of all. When the fifth lash crossed her bottom, Mandy came. She knew what an orgasm was, because she masturbated frequently, but this orgasm was more powerful than any she'd given to herself. The fifteen-year-old was lost in a sea of pain and pleasure. Her cries of joy were mixed with her sobs of agony, so none of her family members noticed her actual condition. When Daddy stopped whipping her, Mandy just laid there over the arm of the sofa, her body heaving with her sobs. She was confused by the conflicting feelings coursing through her young body, and she didn't have the strength to get up.

"Well, Mandy, I hope you've learned something from this," Aaron said to his daughter. "Are you going to skip class again?"

"N-n-no, Daddy, I promise..." Mandy gasped.

"I hope not. Now that you've taken your punishment, we can forget your misbehavior at school. Go on up to your room for the rest of the evening. We'll see you in the morning."

Mandy stood slowly and wiped the tears from her eyes, then finally rubbed her bottom. She couldn't believe how hot it felt! No longer concerned that she was naked, she gave her father a hug and said, "Ththank you, Daddy." Mandy picked up her clothes and walked slowly up the stairs.

Rick's eyes were glued to his sister's butt as she disappeared up the stairs. He looked forward to seeing her naked again.

Mandy: 390 spanks