My Daughter Got Spanked In Front Of Her FatherWhen my daughter was in ninth grade, her grades were continuously dropping. My husband and I were bother very disappointed and already given my daughter several scoldings in an attempt to fix her attitude. However, that was no use. She was getting in with a bad crowd and by the end of the first semester, her highest grade was a D.
We were in the living room when I confront her about these grades. She claimed that it was none of my business. I could'n't believe that she would say that to me! I replied by saying, "Are you looking for a spanking, young lady?" She laughed. "A spanking," she said, in a belittling voice.
"You know that i go easy on you, since you're a lady, but I think a spanking is long overdue for these grades and this bitchy attitude of yours," I said.
"Bitchy? You're the *****," she yelled.
That was it. That was the moment that I knew she had to be spanked. "Take off your clothes," I said. She scoffed and started to leave the room, but I quickly grabbed onto her shorts and pulled them back. I looked down and noticed that we was wearing a thong. This concerned me greatly, because I never bought her a thong and I certainly didn't approve of a fifteen-year old girl wearing them. I yanked her shorts down and slapped her bare *** once. She yelled at me, claiming that I had no right to spank her anymore.
Suddenly, the front door opened and her father walked in. He looked surprised for a moment, but walked past us and said, "Are you finally spanking her, Janet?" I said yes and proceed to pull my daughter's shirt over her head. I then forced to her step out of her shorts, slapping her *** three more times in the process. Now, clad in only a bra and thong, I dragged her to the kitchen, where her father was. He was sitting at the table. I pulled up a chair and pulled her over my lap. I quickly unsnapped her bra, pulled off her thong and began spanking her with my hand. After a couple minutes of this, I stopped, because my hand was sore.
"Your hand getting sore, honey," asked my husband.
"Yes, could you fetch me something to effectively spank our daughter with? Perhaps a slipper?"
"Well, you want to teach her a lesson, how about my paddle?"
He returned a minute later with a medium-sized paddle and began to spank my naked daughter with it. This went on for ten minutes until her bottom was bright red and she was crying like a little girl. I decided that was enough and told her to go stand in the corner for an hour. She complained about standing there for so long, but I smacked her butt again and told her it would be two if she said anything else.
While her father and I talked, she stood there naked in the corner, feeling completely humiliated. At one point, we began laughing at her and making jokes at her expense. When that hour was up, I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, telling her that I only did that because I loved her dearly and wanted the best for her. She told me that she knew that and she would do better in school. I told her to get dressed and be back for dinner in an hour. My husband chuckled and gave me a friendly nod of approval, before he got up and left the room.
strictjanet68 41-45, F 60 Responses 36 Oct 2, 2011