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A Spanking Memory with The Belt

7/7/2016

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I talked before about a spanking memory I had with my mom, where she gave me a long session with her hairbrush for brattiness when I was 15. After a recent whipping from Tom, my mind went back to one of the last spankings I got growing up, this story involving my dad when I was 16.



​I had a strict curfew when I was a teenage girl. If I had permission to go out, I had to be back at home by 9 pm. Sometimes of course they let me stay out later, like if I had permission to spend the night at a friend's house. If I didn't get that permission though, it was 9 EXACTLY.

So one Thursday night I was out with one of my best friends. I wouldn't normally have been allowed to go out on a school night, but she had just gotten her driver's license and my parents eventually gave in and said I could go out for a short ride.

We were driving around playing music and laughing, having a good time. I don't know how, but I completely forgot about the time and she didn't drop me back off until close to 11. Walking to the door, I suddenly realized just what I had gotten myself into. 

Walking to the front door, I was just praying that one of them (most likely my dad) wouldn't be waiting for me when I got in. 

But as soon as I opened the door, my dad was instantly there. I froze. He hugged me and told me how worried he had been. That took me slightly by surprise and made me feel bad. I also thought for a moment that I actually had a chance of getting out of this one, even though I clearly deserved it. Satisfied that I was alive and healthy though, the questions started.

"Where did you go? Why did you stay out that late? Why didn't you at least call? And on a school night too!"

I had no good answers, and started crying when he told me to go to my room. He followed and when we got there he told me to bend over the bed. He raised the bottom of my dress over my back, and pulled up on my panties giving me a slight wedgie to expose more skin ... he always did that to give a thorough punishment without making me take down my panties in front of him.

I started crying even louder when I heard him unbuckle his belt. I looked back and started to say "No daddy please don't..." when he cut me off.
Belt Spanking Story


"I'm sorry, but no daughter of mine is going to have so little respect for the rules. Take your punishment now Katie. You're getting two dozen."



And with that, my terrible sentence had been handed down. Two dozen with the belt. I couldn't believe it. One dozen was bad enough but two dozen would be beyond bad. How was I possibly going to ...

Whooshing noise and instant pain. Then another three one right after the other. 

Let me tell you, I just howled to high heaven. Even screaming that loudly, I could still sense him moving farther to my left so that the belt would next slap the left side.

I tensed and then felt it explode into my butt four fast times. LASH LASH LASH LASH

I screamed even louder, pleading futilely with him to stop. I'm not sure how many times in my life I've been bent over a bed begging someone to stop spanking me, but this time I really meant it!

"Pleeeeeeease pleeeeeeeease pleeeeeeeeease..." 

He went right back to work at my right side, this time aiming lower and whipping my tender sit-spots and upper thighs. It was too much to handle. I jumped up and reached back, which was a big mistake as he pushed me back down against the bed and said the last two hadn't counted. I yelled "Noooooo" as he gave me two even harder ones at the top of my legs while I wailed in misery.


And that was just the halfway point.

You can imagine how I felt as he got ready to deliver the next set of four. I was bawling so hard I had no idea how I would take it. I had no choice though, it was completely up to him how long he wanted to whip me for. And I knew whether I liked it or not, another dozen was coming.

LASH LASH LASH LASH

I again wailed "Nooooooo" at the top of my lungs, and collapsed against the bed as he continued the next four licks on my other side. I cried and cried hysterically, the pain was so bad. There was no way I could take any more. I tried pleading again but the words wouldn't even come out. He gave the final four lashes as I continued bawling, far past the point where I thought I couldn't take any more.  

I collapsed on the floor, a sweaty tear-stained inconsolable mess. He leaned down to hug me and said, "Now there's a good girl, I don't want you to ever stay out past your curfew again, do you understand?"

"Yes sir I promise," I cried out through my hysterics.  

After about ten minutes of laying on my stomach crying, I finally made it to the bathroom and looked at my butt in the mirror. It was covered in bright red belt marks with raised welts.



The next day at school my first class was geometry. I sat down next to my friend from last night and winced painfully as I sat down. She smiled and said, "You too?"

She told me later that her mom had paddled her when she got back the night before. We had all the same classes together, and spent the whole day comforting each other and whining about how painful it was to sit :)    

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I just showed this post to Tom because he was asking me about the blog. He said, "Your dad really knew how to discipline you, it looks like I'll have to use the belt more often." Sigh ... I guess that is the price of my journalism!
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5 Comments
Torrance
7/8/2016 01:36:07 am

Hi Katie! Omg, I can't even imagine this pain!! You never came late, do you :)? I hope it was just a joke from Tom :)! I never was punished from my parents for any failing. They are divorced since I'm 14, and I had a loving but very unconstrained upbringing. I think it's the reason I want discipline from my husband. Is Tom always consistent "the way YOU want it"? Love Torry

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Katie link
7/8/2016 10:13:25 am

Hi Torry, Thanks for writing :)

No I never came late again!

Tom is very consistent, how about your husband?

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Torrance
7/8/2016 03:01:09 pm

Oh we will see. In the morning we were joking around, he Made fun of me and then it happen: "you a**hole" slipped out of my mouth! F**k! I immediately got big eyes, still laughing "oh no no no, i'm sorry! I didn't mean it! You know that!" Husband with evil grin "i just heard 'i'm getting a spanking in the evening' " Later in the day i sent him a whatsapp-message with sorry again etc, but at home he said this word is even as a joke to much, he knows i'm sorry and in the evening still more. *sigh :(* And now he's really serious, because i left him alone with tired, fretful toddlers and take a shower tho he said 'no, wait 'til they're in bed'...'Have fun when you're come out'. I'm so stupid. Sorry for the long Text, but i'm nervous :(. Hugs, Torry

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A pilot's wife
8/6/2016 01:42:45 pm

So glad to have found your blog. My husband of 14 years and I just started a DD relationship. It's only been 2 weeks since I first mentioned it and he jumped in with both feet gladly. It has brought an intimacy back they had long since disappeared from our lives. We are trying to start slow so I haven't gotten the belt yet but it has been mentioned. Really a great blog and I look forward to more posts!

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John Smith
9/5/2016 02:56:37 pm

Great story. It is supposed to have happened when the author was 15 and she says her current age is 27. Therefore the event should have occurred about 2004. The belting left the author's behind "covered in bright red belt marks with raised welts". This would have been noticed in school, for instance in physical education classes. It would be interesting to hear about the reaction from school teachers and classmates.

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