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Night Out

Imogen Buxton, bravely faces the consequences of breaking her family's rules and bends over for a severe dose of the cane upon returning home after going out without permission.



Imogen Buxton sighed from her side of the car, felt a chill as they reached the driveway and pulled up to the house. Damn, the ride back from the city had been way shorter than she’d wanted for it to be. London on a Thursday night, Imogen partied with her friends until that is, her ride ditched her for a guy.
Typical of Angelina, and now she was in for it.
The car came to a halt, Imogen and her dad got out, walked to the door of the mud room of their house. As she reluctantly entered, Imogen sucked in a breath, turned meekly and brushed a hand through her honey colored, light brown hair and said to her dad: “Got to use the toilet first.”
Pouted.
“Hurry back sweetheart.” Her dad sent her off with a loud whack on the seat of her skimpy black dress, which caused her to jump with a yelp.
Despite what Imogen’s father might have thought, she wasn’t stalling, she did need to go, her nerves had gotten to her. Not that a delay in her caning wasn’t on her mind.
How stupid could she have been? Imgogen knew the rules. No night’s out during the week. Yet she snuck out anyhow. After Angelina ditched her, Imogen had no choice but to phone home for a ride. The last thing she wanted to do of course, given the inevitable result. There had been no lecture when Imogen’s dad retrieved her, or much even said about the whole incident on their way back to the small village that they called home. She knew very well the consequences. No need to discuss what would be a forgone conclusion.
Done with her toiletries Imogen returned to the mud room, slipped off her shoes and set them near the step up into the main house for later, to return them to her room after this dreaded business was all over and done.
She felt the cool slate of the floor on the soles of her bare feet, and went over to the lip that edged the small room, cool air stiffened her nipples, and she realized that she’d begun to flush. Slowly Imogen reached for the hem of her short dress, began to hike it up, and hooked her thumbs into her white lacy knickers. A glance over her shoulder, she watched her dad fetch the cane that sat in a nearby umbrella bucket. It was straight, thin, and positively whippy. Panties at her ankles Imogen bent, touched the lip of the mud room with her French manicured nails, choked out: “Ready dad.”
Thawk!
“Ouch!”
Thawk! Imogen jumped up, grabbed at the hot line across her buttocks.
“That’ll be an extra stroke.”
Obediently Imogen bent back down. Too late at night for this, she just wanted to get it done and over with and go to bed.
Slash, crack! Imogen began to uncontrollably cry at that last searing stroke. A nasty purplish welt throbbed across her cheeks.
“Please!” Imogen begged. “I know I broke the rules I won’t do it again.”
“That’s right young lady you won’t. First though, you’ve more strokes to go. Imogen, do keep your cries to a minimum. Bad enough I had to go out at midnight to pick you up but your mother’s asleep.”
Imogen almost fired back with a snotty; “Bloody hell, you’re the one tanning my ass! It’s your fault for all the noise!” however she managed to not make the rude remark, as it surely would have only made it all that much worse.
Her father pushed the hem of her dress further up her back, nudged her to bend lower for the rest of her caning which he laid on rather firmly and left her in tears.
Given permission to stand, Imogen clutched her red, raw ass and quietly sobbed.. Her dad had left her there to contain herself. With a little cringe, pulled up panties and swore under her breath at the sting in her hind end.

Billy Goats Gruff: A Spanking Short

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A good old fashioned razor strapping out in the barn, teaches London Tarkenton, while visiting a working family farm, that even collage girls, aren’t too grown up to be thoroughly spanked, when the occasion deems it necessary.


Table of Contents

Part 1. City Girls, and Country Babes

Part 2. The Follies of Brutus

Part 3. Old Barn, and Razor Strap

Epilogue. Dorm Discipline

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Part 1. City Girls, and Country Babes

[Rebekah Fox & London Tarkenton, 19 and, 18]

London Tarkenton remained in a state of culture shock. Her visit, with her college roommate, Rebekah to her family's rural North Dakota farm had proven to be a great deal more different than her cultured New York City life. 

The girls had come to Fox farm on school break, though it wasn't turning out to be the vacation that London had in mind when her friend first floated the notion of going back with her to North Dakota. First, the chores that Rebekah's brother, the very tall, muscular, and rather handsome – for a country boy, Buck roused them to go about, did not turn out to be London's idea of fun. She’d expected a few weeks away from New York, to be relaxing, not waking at the crack of dawn so she could go feed chickens very much of a vacation. London would've preferred her biology books over this, and she wasn’t even that outstanding in science. 

Not that Rebekah's family were anything but gracious to her. Certainly her friend’s mother made sure London felt right at home, just like one of the family. And the meals were scrumptious, nice and hearty. The sort of comfort, stick to your ribs food you'd expect on a working farm. 

Things got a little weird... Awkward, however when one evening, Rebekah got bratty with Buck. At first it had been just good humored, little sister teasing of a big brother, yet it crossed the line (in Buck's mind) after Rebekah had begun to engage in foul language when Buck tried to ignore her. Rebekah didn't like being ignored. One too many swear words too far, and Buck ordered Rebekah to get ready to go to the barn. 

Rebekah had looked at him mortified, and even tried to protest, appealing to her mother, who made it quite clear, just as always, Buck being the eldest, and 'Man of the House' was still in charge of discipline, what he said, went. London had watched confused, and honestly baffled while her friend could only stare at her, beet red, and weeping. 

Soon thereafter, Rebekah had stripped herself down to her underwear, a pretty matched pair of lavender lace bra, and panties. London watched aghast as her lovely brown haired college roommate stoically marched across the yard, all swaying country girl curves, and knolls, scantily concealed underneath skimpy pastel lingerie. 

Buck followed his nineteen year-old little sister as she walked, barefoot toward the barn, one of a couple located on the farm. Though none of the family bothered to explain, London deduced her friend was going out there to get a dose of corporeal punishment, ...

Wet Slipper

Justene, breaks her daddy's rules, and is sent to wait completely bare over his sturdy workbench, out in the garage for a sound does of the soaked slipper.


[Justene Blackthorne, 20]
Justene pushed her cotton knickers down, and off, stepped out of the scant fabric and bent herself over the sturdy workbench out in the garage; her lithe bronze body stretched forward, forcing her up onto her pink toenails as she reached for the far end of the heavy wooden table, generous breasts compressed onto the hard surface, bared for her punishment.


Now to just wait for daddy. God, how she hated the slipper, Justene almost would prefer ten strokes of the cane rather than taking a walloping with her dad's waterlogged carpet slipper. He knew how to make it hurt. His secret to achieving an extraordinary painful slippered butt was to let the brown slipper soak in water. And just not any old water, but salted water, which in Justene's considerable opinion made it sting all that much more. Certainly a good whacking with the wet shoe always caused her apple-bum to burn.

This particular spanking, all because Justene went out to a party that she'd been told not to go to. It wasn’t fair! Though now that she lay nude over the workbench waiting, guessed she was lucky that all she would be enduring was the slipper and not also the cane. Of course the evening was not yet done. Justene, knew if she put up too much of a fuss, a few strokes from the yellow rattan would be in store as a compliment to the slipper.
Daddy entered the carport, didn't say a word. No need, Justene knew why she was going to get spanked; anyway, he wasn't the type to lecture. One warning and it that was it; you were either caned, or sent out to await bent over his workbench.

The slipper lifted out of the bucket which it soaked in, dribbled water. Justene's father twisted the sole to squeeze out some of the extra liquid and then tapped the slipper firmly against her rump. She tensed, then a loud mushy whop compelled Justene to pitch forward, grip tighter. Her pelvis forced hard onto the wooden table edge, pubic hair seemed to tingle, and she let out a loud yelp.

Whop, the slipper landed once more, Justene's light-brown hair billowed all over as she fought to keep in place. Whomp! Her butt cheeks flattened under the impact. And then he cruelly struck between her opened legs with the soaked implement. Each whack dampened her backside making her wet, but not in the way she liked it. Another few slaps close to her pussy and Justene pleaded for the horrible punishment to stop.
But it didn't. Justene's daddy kept up his walloping of his naughty little girl. He spanked her with the wet slipper until her bottom turned a bright hot crimson.

The spanks continued on, sprayed water across the garage at their heavy impact, which of course why unlike a caning, the slipper was given out here. Though that didn't mean there wouldn't be nude corner later. No her daddy would bring her back into the house and probably place Justene in the corner with one last hard smack to her already blistered hindquarters. Not exactly what Justene was looking forward to.

At last told to get up, Justene placed her hands atop her head, though she urgently wanted to rub at her scorched bottom in order to try to make the sting go away. It really burned, so she danced where she stood, boobs all a jiggle, nipples obscenely erect. Justene shifted her weight from one foot to another. Tears streamed down her exotic face unabated. Inner thighs and ass glistened, wet and a burning cherry-red.