70 Trip to the Woodshed
"Michelle Carolson! Get down here right now." Michelle's mother was not a
happy camper. The call from the school principal about Michelle and some
of the other teenagers getting in trouble out behind the cafeteria had left
Michelle's mother Susan incredulous. Getting a call about an infraction of
some kind from the head of her daughter's high school was embarrassing
and upsetting enough but Susan had been made to listen to a list of
complaints by Mr. Peters.
From the look on Michelle's face, Susan knew instantly that the principal
had been speaking the truth. Susan's 16-year-old daughter looked like she
had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Michelle, I've just gotten off the phone with Principal Peters," Susan was
controlling her voice with an effort.
"I guess I should have told you I got in a little trouble at school." said
Michelle miserably.
"A little trouble? You should have told me you got into a heap of trouble. I
can barely believe it. Finding out that you were caught smoking is
horrendous enough but then Mr. Peters tells me that you were playing some
kind of show and tell game with your bra on the ground and your blouse
wide open to show the boys your breasts! Haven't we taught you anything? I
couldn't imagine that there was more but apparently you were caught earlier
this week in the boy's locker room! That time your panties and your bra
were found on the ground. Mr. Peters tells me that you've gotten something
of a reputation for playing risqu sex type games and that he and his teachers
have put you on a list of problem students to be kept in check. I can't
imagine what else might be on this list of infractions but I'm sure they
haven't caught everything have they?"
Michelle was standing in front of her mother now like a naughty girl with
her head hung low. She'd known it was only a matter of time before she got
caught and she couldn't imagine being more miserable that she was at this
moment.
"Well have they?" asked her mother again.
Michelle should her head.
"Well Micky, you are in it deep this time. You know you'll be punished
don't you?"
Michelle nodded her head softly without looking up.
"It's been quite a while but I think your bottom is in for the blistering of
your young life missy."
Michelle's head shot up at this. "No Mom! I'm sixteen! Take away my
allowance or ground me for a month or something. You can't be thinking of
spanking me at my age!"
"Oh yes I am and I should have started it a long time ago." Michelle felt
herself close to tears as her sentence was pronounced. She felt her buttocks
clench involuntarily and imagined that they felt hotter as though the
spanking had already started.
"Come along young lady." said Susan as she took her daughter firmly by the
arm.
"Time for you to learn some common sense." Susan marched her teenaged
girl back up the stairs and into her bedroom. Michelle's radio was still
playing and Susan turned it off leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.
"When I was young, my parents would take me on a trip to the woodshed to
spank some sense into me" Susan told her daughter. "We don't have a
woodshed but I'm sure the garage will do. First, I'm going to teach you how
to get ready for the spankings you'll be getting from now on whenever
you're bad. We'll need one of your short nighties. You can start right now
by getting out of those clothes."
Michelle opened her mouth to protest but one look at her mother's face
made it clear that it would be pointless. The whole situation seemed unreal
somehow.
Michelle looked down to see her trembling fingers undoing her blouse and it
seemed as though the fingers weren't even her own.
Susan was sorting through Michelle's lingerie drawer. She knew exactly
what she was looking for. Near the bottom of the drawer she found it, a short
satin nighty with thin straps that would come down just far enough to cover
Michelle's bottom... temporarily. As Susan pulled the nightie out of the
jumble of underthings, something at the bottom of the drawer went thump.
Susan heard Michelle gasp at the sound and turned towards her. Michelle's
eyes were wide as she suddenly realized where her mother was looking.
Susan turned back to the drawer.
"No Mom, Please don't look in there." pleaded the young girl. "You hush!"
said Susan as she began emptying the contents of the drawer onto the floor.
Behind her, Susan heard a sob of mortification. What, she wondered, could
be so embarrassing? A moment later she had her answer. As the last of the
lingerie was pulled out Susan's jaw literally hung open in surprise. At the
bottom of the drawer were several objects. Susan recognized them all but
had trouble absorbing the impact of what she was seeing. A vibrator was
over on the left. That wasn't so bad, though Susan. After all, surely a
sixteen-year-old was masturbating by now. The other objects were a little
different.
Right in the middle was a set of nipple clips. They looked to be of the simple
variety, mused Susan. They were rubber coated spring clips with a joining
chain.
Susan pulled them up and realized that a longer third chain and clip was also
attached. Whew! thought Susan, A clip for her clit too. Susan dropped the
chain. There were a couple of dildos of varying sizes, she noted. The double-
ended dildo made her blink as she tried to imagine Michelle and another
girl... oh goodness! The handcuffs were the least surprising and finally...,
Susan reached down and plucked the rectal plug out of the drawer and
turned to face Michelle.
Michelle was crying was crying. Tears of embarrassment trickled down her
face.
"I see you've been doing quite a bit of exploring," said Susan. Michelle just
hung her head. She had, by now stripped down to her bra and panties.
"Off with the rest Michelle. I'm sure you've nothing to shock me now."
Susan was wrong.
With the rectal plug still in hand, Susan took a seat on Michelle's straight-
backed vanity chair as Micky reached behind her back to unclip her bra.
Michelle's firm 34b breasts came into view and Susan looked up to take in
her daughter's body. Michelle was a long lanky girl, just like her mother.
Standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 110 pounds she sported a firm runner's
body. Her hair was sun-bleached blond and wavy. Michelle now had it in a
high ponytail.
Her breasts reminded Susan of her own, firm, high-set with wide areolae.
Michelle's nipples were out of proportion to her breasts. They were very,
very thick and about 3/4 of an inch long. They were bright pink unlike
Susan's, which had gotten darker when she got pregnant. Like Susan's
however, Michelle's nipples were now crinkled as erect as they could be.
Michelle was hesitating, with her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her
panties.
"Michelle, I will not tolerate any more disobedience. Now get those down!"
warned Susan.
Michelle closed her eyes and pushed the tiny garment to the floor. As she
rose up she felt one of her hands naturally rise to cover her breasts while the
other made a vain attempt to cover her pubis.
"Get those hands on top of your head young lady!" said Susan in a firm
voice.
Michelle did as she was asked, leaving her eyes staring at the ceiling in
embarrassment. Susan looked at her daughter in total astonishment.
Michelle's pubis was shaven clean. It looked as smooth as when she was
born. Susan rocked back in her chair trying to absorb all the shocks she'd
had in the last 30 minutes.
"Well, well young lady. So you like to experiment do you? Well you're in
for an awfully embarrassing time. Let me tell you something about
punishments that I learned a long time ago. Half the punishment comes from
the heat your bottom is going to feel very shortly. The other half comes from
the embarrassment of the punishment and for my money, that lasts a lot
longer.
"All right, in a few minutes, I'm going to bring you to the garage and show
you how to prepare for a punishment but first I'm going to warm that
naughty bottom of yours over my knee. Get over here and over my lap right
now."
The fight seemed to have gone out of Michelle as she shuffled forward.
Susan realized she still had the rectal plug in her hand and slid it into the
pocket of her skirt as Michelle bent over her lap. Susan pulled her skirt up so
Michelle was lying over her bare thighs. It felt strange to feel Michelle's
bare tummy and breasts lying against her bare legs.
Susan shifted Michelle around until her bottom was uppermost. Grasping
around Michelle's waist with her left hand, Susan rested her right on
Michelle's bare, white bottom. Susan smiled as she felt Michelle clench her
bottom at the touch.
She remembered all too well just how vulnerable this position felt. Still,
there was one more touch to add.
"No, no, we'll have no clenching of these buttocks during your spanking"
said Susan as she patted Michelle's bottom gently, "Point your toes and rest
the top of your toes on the carpet." Michelle did as she was told.
"Now turn your toes in."
With her toes turned inwards, Michelle found it impossible to clench her
bottom at all. How had her mother known that this position would
accomplish that?
"Now, do you know why you're being spanked Michelle?"
"Because I've been so easy" Susan's daughter answered.
"Yes, but this spanking is for keeping your behavior secret. Your
punishment for your behavior will be given in the garage." Without further
delay, Susan raised her hand and brought it down sharply on the left buttock.
Michelle gasped. Working herself into a steady rhythm, it took only
moments before Michelle's pretty bottom was a deep pink and then a
blotchy red.
To Michelle's credit she didn't try to reach back. Her head hung in shame,
she realized she really deserved every bit of this spanking. Tears rolled
down her face but they were more from the embarrassment than the stinging
heat from her mother's hand. As fast as it had started, it stopped. Michelle
made to get up but a slight push from her mother pushed her down again.
Michelle hung over her mother's thighs passively, waiting for whatever
might come next. Michelle felt something cool, something smooth rubbing
over her now hot bottom.
"Do you know what that is Michelle?" asked Susan.
"No" sniffed the young teen.
Susan turned the hairbrush over and ran the bristle side gently across the red
bottom.
"Oh Mom! Not with a brush!" pleaded Michelle.
"Relax, I'm not going to spank you with this brush" said Susan. She felt
Michelle's body go limp with relief.
"I'm going to have your father do it."
"Mom! No!" cried Michelle.
Susan pulled the young girl off her lap. Michelle's eyes were wide as she
begged her mother not to let her Daddy spank her. Hadn't she been punished
enough?
"Not by a long shot." said Susan quietly as she stood up, "Put this nighty
on."
she instructed Michelle.
The nighty was both thin and short. Susan could clearly see thee shape and
size of not only Michelle's nipples but her crinkled areolae as well. As
expected, the hem of the garment came down just to the crease of Michelle's
bottom.
"Come along." said Susan as she lead her down the stairs and into the garage
via the kitchen door.
The garage floor was cool against Michelle's bare feet. It made her feel even
more naked. The garage was empty of cars and the garage door was,
mercifully, closed. Michelle's father used this part of the house as his work
area. Susan had Michelle wait a moment while she moved their bicycles out
of the corner.
"Over here Michelle."
Michelle shuffled forward.
"Go stand in that corner just like the naughty little girl that you are."
Michelle moved forward until she was about two feet from the corner.
"Closer," said Susan.
Michelle shuffled closer until her nose was about ten inches from the corner.
"Closer," said Susan again in a soft voice.
Michelle whimpered quietly as she moved right into the corner. She felt
horribly vulnerable. The cement cinderblocks of the garage walls dominated
her vision and her back and bottom felt completely exposed. In a way, she
realized, it was the same sensation as whenever she got blindfolded.
Remembering her blindfold and her other sex games sent a rush to her
pussy. In an instant she could feel herself get wet.
As vulnerable as Michelle felt she was about to feel more so. "Very good
Michelle, that's exactly the spot you'll wait in whenever you're getting a
spanking from now on. There's just one more thing. Reach down and lift
your nighty."
Susan could see Michelle's hands tremble as they grasped the hem of the
silky garment and lifted it just above her bottom. Susan could see the
redness of her hand spanking was already fading. "No Michelle, that won't
do. Lift that nighty right up under your arms."
It took a moment of hesitation but Michelle's hand pulled the white silk
right up to her armpits baring her back, her breasts and her hard nipples to
the cool air of the garage.
"That's exactly right Michelle" said her mother, "From now on, if your
father or I tell you to go get ready for a spanking, this is how I expect to find
you waiting. Your nose will be right in that corner, you'll be wearing only
that exact nighty on and you will be holding it up just like that. Now, your
father will be home in a half an hour so you have that long to think about
your behavior."
Susan looked around the garage. The old sofa was in here so Paul could use
that.
Perhaps she should bring in a straight-backed chair from the kitchen. No, the
perfect furniture caught her eye: Paul's sawhorses. They were the age-old
style and Susan remembered bending over one just like it as a teen. All the
camping equipment was in the garage and Susan took down one of the
sleeping bags as a padded cover. She folded it and put it across one of the
sawhorses then moved the wooden contraption to the center of the garage
floor.
Susan headed for the kitchen, sliding her hands into her pockets as she
prepared to leave Michelle to wait for her paddling. As her hands pushed
down into her skirt pockets, her right hand touched the rectal plug she had
stowed there earlier. Susan pulled the plastic object from her pocket and
stared at it thoughtfully. The plug was similar to those Susan had felt
invading her own anus. It was about four inches long and rounded at the
end. A large bulge at the three-inch mark spread the diameter of the plug
from one inch to two. The neck of the plug narrowed back to 3/4 of an inch
before spreading to a 'T' shape.
Susan knew from experience that one the round bulge had passed the
sphincter, the anus would clamp down and squeeze the narrower neck of the
rigid object.
Unable to push the bulge past her sphincter muscles and unable to draw the
object fully within her rectum due to the 'T' base, the anus and rectum
would be under constant stimulation. Susan smiled. After all, the
punishment should fit the crime shouldn't it?
"Stay right there young lady. I'll be right back."
Michelle listened as the garage became quiet. Her bottom was still warm but
the stinging had gone away. The most present sensations Michelle had were
her nipples. They were so hard they ached. Why did they always do that she
wondered.
Michelle leaned forward a couple of inches and the tips of her turgid nipples
touched the cold, rough cement of the wall. Michelle gasped at the
sensation.
She moved sideways an inch and felt the delicious sensation of her nipples
dragging across the hard concrete. It was like scratching an awful itch but it
made her want to have more. Her hard sensitive nipples had gotten her into
more trouble than anything else. Reluctantly, she pulled back as the sounds
of her mother's footsteps came back into the garage.
"Come here Michelle" said Susan.
Michelle dropper her hands and turned around.
"Did I tell you to lower your hands?" asked her mother.
Michelle's eyes widened at the loud commanding voice and before she
could even think, her hands had yanked her nighty back up over her breasts,
leaving her once again exposed. Soon she'd have to do this in front of her
father, thought Michelle and blushed scarlet at the thought.
Michelle saw her mother standing beside something covered up by a
sleeping bag, a sawhorse, she realized. Susan motioned to Michelle to the
side of the object.
"You'll be spanked bent over this" said Susan, "I want you to bend over it
now so you know what position to take and also so I can finish preparing
you for your punishment."
What did that mean, wondered Michelle as she bent over the waist-high
sawhorse.
The height was perfect, Susan realized. Michelle's hips would rest right on
the top.
"Spread your feet until they're on the outside of the legs of the sawhorse,"
instructed Susan, "then reach forward to hold the lower crossbar with your
hands."
In this position Michelle was "completely" open. Her bent-over posture had
the nighty slip higher covering her head. Now she couldn't see at all. She
could just imagine the view from behind her.
Susan was enjoying that view now. Michelle's body was very stretched. The
spread open, bent over position had her buttocks spread naturally. Susan
could clearly see the crinkled pink opening of Michelle's anus and below
that the bare, puffy lips of her pussy. She's aroused, Susan realized as the
moisture on Michelle's shaved lips glistened in the light.
"All right young lady. Since you like playing with toys so much I'm going
to leave you with one while you're being punished so you won't have any
trouble remembering why you're in that position.
What was she going to do, wondered Michelle.
Susan pried open the lid of the jar of Vaseline she had fetched from the
bathroom and dipped her finger deep into the cool jelly. Michelle's bottom
was fully spread open and Susan knew she was nervous. As her finger
approached she could see Michelle's puckered anus clench and release as
though knowing it would soon be penetrated. Susan touched just the tip of
her finger to the center of the tight opening. Michelle gasped as the cool
slippery sensation of the Vaseline-covered finger touched her most intimate
place. Her whole body seemed to tense involuntarily.
"Don't move." warned Susan.
In one long, firm motion, Susan slid her finger deep into Michelle's bottom.
Pulling out with a twisting motion, Susan pushed in again, thoroughly
lubricating the teenage rectum. Susan pulled her finger out and now dipped
the tip of the rectal plug in the clear petroleum gel. Susan put the Vaseline
down and brought the tip of the plug to the now glistening entrance to
Michelle's anus.
So this is what it's like on the giving end, thought Susan as she remembered
for a moment the last time she had waited for Peter to fill her own bottom
with such a plug.
Michelle had been holding her breath as her mother seemed to pause for a
moment.
Was that really her plug touching her bottom, she wondered? She found out
a moment later as the plastic object was pushed into her right up to the wide
bulge. Michelle's breath went out in a loud whoosh.
Susan held the plug there for a moment. There had been virtually no
resistance to the plastic intruder and she was now quite certain that this was
not the first trip for this plug up Michelle's rectal passage. Susan twisted the
slippery plug slowly through a quarter turn and watched Michelle's toes curl
in reaction. With a gentle push, Susan slid the plug in, letting Michelle's
anus contract over the narrower neck of the object.
Susan took a step back. Michelle hadn't moved. Her young body was still
stretched and spread over the padded sawhorse, her pale bottom framed by
the tan of her back and legs and punctuated by the tip of the rectal plug
poking out from the center.
The sound of Peter's car pulling into the driveway reached both Susan and
Michelle's ears at the same time. Michelle started and made to get up. It was
automatic. Susan put her hand at the small of Michelle's back.
"No, no, young lady," you'll stay just as you are until you're told to move.
Susan moved out of the garage and closed the door behind her. Michelle
choked back a sob of frustration. She was thoroughly humiliated already and
knew she'd be more so as soon as her father saw her like this.
Susan met Peter at the door.
"Hi Honey, how as your day," he asked, giving Susan a kiss on the cheek.
"It's been pretty eventful so far," she grinned. "Are you ready for a shock?"
"What?" said Peter. The look on Susan's face told him that whatever it is, it
wasn't life threatening.
"Well, your daughter has gotten into a fair amount of trouble and I've
decided to handle it a little differently from usual."
"Oh?" said Peter, raising one eyebrow.
"Follow me and no matter what you see, don't say anything." Susan led her
husband to the entrance of the garage.
As Peter followed Susan into the garage, it was all he could do to keep from
talking. Michelle had obediently maintained her submissive stance. The
view of Michelle in her spread open, exposed position left nothing to the
imagination.
In an instant, Peter saw Michelle's bare, hanging breasts, her long erect
nipples, her bare shaved?! pussy and the plug?! in her bottom. Susan pulled
Peter from the room just before he began spluttering, asking all of his
questions at once.
It took Susan another five minutes to describe the events of the afternoon
and at least four attempts to get across that the rectal plug sticking from
Michelle's bottom was, in fact, her own and not from Peter and Susan's toy
box.
Finally, when Susan brought Peter to Michelle's room and showed him
Michelle's toy collection, it started to sink in.
By the time Peter stepped back into the garage, hairbrush in hand, Michelle
had been waiting over ten minutes. To her credit, she had waited obediently
in the embarrassing, submissive position with her bottom filled and exposed.
She knew that the sound of the door meant her punishment was close at
hand.
Peter tapped the flat of the hairbrush against Michelle's bare bottom.
"So young lady, not only are you experimenting sexually but you're being a
sneak. Not communicating, lying to your teachers, missing school. These are
the things that have you being punished today. Have you at least been
practicing safe sex?"
"Mostly" said Michelle in a tiny voice.
"That is completely unacceptable Michelle! If you are going to play adult
games, you need to take responsibility like an adult. Since you haven't been
able to do that, this seems to be the only way to teach you to remember to be
responsible."
Without further ado, Peter raised his hand and brought the hairbrush down in
a resounding smack on Michelle's left buttock. Before the pain and heat
even registered, the hairbrush was making contact with the right buttock.
Peter beat out a rapid tattoo on Michelle's bare bottom, rapidly turning it
from pale white to hot pink. The tears started almost immediately but Peter
kept going until he knew the punishment had gotten through. He paused for
a few moments to rest his arm and turned the brush over to rub the bristle
side across the hot bottom. The bristles against the over-sensitized flesh felt
like sharpened nails to Michelle. She could feel the nerve endings in every
inch of her bottom. The heat seemed to start at the surface and move all
through her body. To her embarrassment, she was experiencing another kind
of heat. Just as when her boyfriend had played domination and submission
games, Michelle could feel the her nipples harden still further and her bare
pussy become squishy and wet.
Peter turned the brush over and tapped the smooth side against the end of the
plug sticking from the hot bottom. Michelle gasped at each tap. The shock
waves seemed to travel right to her clit.
"Do you know why this is in you Michelle?" asked her father. Without
waiting for a response, he answered himself. "It's to remind you that
irresponsible sex play is not acceptable. There are many worse punishments
than just a spanking and if you don't change your ways, you're liable to find
out about them. You might find not only your bottom spanked but perhaps
also right here, across your anus with a thin strap or perhaps a spanking a
little lower. Peter rubbed the bristle side of the brush right up between
Michelle's thighs, letting the soft bristles rub along her bare pussy lips and
clit. Some of the bristles found their way between the engorged lips making
Michelle moan despite herself. Peter smiled. Like mother, like daughter, he
thought. Michelle's reaction to her punishment was the same arousal Susan
displayed whenever she was spanked and teased.
"All right, I'm going to finish your spanking now." said Peter With his left
hand at the small of her back, Peter resumed spanking the already hot
buttocks. Now virtually every smack caused Michelle's hips to buck
upwards. Peter slid his hand lower, grasping the end of the rectal plug firmly
as he continued spanking.
For Michelle, the rush of sensations were like information overload. The
feelings in her pussy, her anus, deep in her rectum, her breasts and nipples
and, of course, her bottom all seemed to crowd in at once she knew she was
bucking her hips higher and higher and that the rectal plug was jiggling in
her as her father held it firmly. She knew that her knees were splayed wide
showing her soaking pussy. It embarrassed her but she couldn't help it. Her
orgasm, when it came, was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She
cried out again and again, her cries of passion mingling with her cries from
the spanking. As she calmed a little, she realized the spanking had stopped.
Had her father noticed? Oh God, that would be the most humiliating if he'd
seen her cum.
Peter would have had to have been deaf dumb and blind to miss Michelle's
orgasm and he was not. Also, he had pretty much expected it as that was
about when Susan would have cum also. Peter took Michelle by the arm and
led her from the garage. The thin, short nighty had long since fallen over
Michelle's head onto the floor, leaving her now completely naked. In a few
moments, Peter had put Michelle into the corner of the living room with her
red, bare bottom still on display and the rectal plug still twitching between
her buttocks from the spasms still working through her body.
"You'll stay there until you're told to go dress." said Peter, inflicting the
final embarrassment on his daughter. "I also want you to know that I agree
with your mother and that if you misbehave again, you can expect
punishment just like this."
Peter turned to Susan, who had been standing watching the whole time. Yes,
the Carolson family was in for some big changes!
