Old-Fashioned Family

Old-Fashioned Family 1 and 2

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Old-fashioned family - Part 1

And there I was, waiting - waiting is always the worst, I hated hearing them talking, yelling and hushing while I was in my room waiting, waiting for what? Waiting for them, awaiting their decision, awaiting my punishment. They never asked for my version, they did not let me explain, no, they just talked, judged and applied the punishment. My only options were to accept it as expected, or to make a fuss, yell, cry, tell them it was unfair. But once I finished protesting I'd still have to take the punishment, and the extra for not accepting.

My name's Sofia, 17 years old now, I live at home, along with my father, the younger twin boys, Marc and Alex, they are 14 years old and then our older brother David he's 20 years old, he goes to highschool, so is not often at home. My Mom? well I'd prefer not to talk about her at this moment, she left us a few years ago. Well, now that you know me, you probably wonder what I've done to be punished.

On this occasion I was in charge of the boys, dad was still working and David was out with friends. We were watching TV and they suddenly began to fight, running one after another, both crying and laughing. I tried to stop them, yelled to stop, but they ignored me, so finally in frustration I put on my headphones and started to listen my music. I suddenly found Marc in front of me, crying. I took off my headphones, and could see him pointing at the other twin, on the floor, also crying and with blood on his forehead. I ran to him and told Marc to call our neighbour Ana, a nurse, while I tried my best to check the wound.

Once Ana came, the situation improved. She examined my brother, and said it was nothing serious. She put a plaster on the wound and comforted him. Then she stayed with us until dad came back home.

She explained to him what happened, and assured him that it was a small wound, nothing serious. After dad thanked her and Ana left our house, I could feel 6 eyes on me as soon as the door closed. Dad sent me to my room, and well, as I said, the waiting is the worst.

After some time Alex came for me. “Sofia, we're ready,” he said.

So I followed him, and I saw the family. Marc, with his little plaster on his head, dad, with his serious look and Alex, who just walked next to them, I was standing there, in the kitchen, while they stared at me for an eternity, then my dad started to talk.

“Sofia, I hope you agree that we have been lucky, fortunately this was just a small wound, but you will also agree that could be much worse. Due your lack of attention, Marc could have been severely injured.”

Then he looked at me, even knowing that there was not a question, I knew he was expecting an answer, so I nodded silently accepting the blame and looked down.

“OK then, bring the chair and get ready.”

Silently I walked to the chair and moved it at the center of the kitchen, then silently pulled my pants down, along with my panties and waited in place, covering my "shame" with both hands. I looked at dad surprised when I saw my brother Alex, sitting on the chair instead of dad, I even thought about arguing, but again, dad's face did not allowed any doubt, Marc got hurt for my lack of attention, so Alex should be the one applying the punishment, no need to ask, that was the way things worked.

My face flushed red, half shame half hatred, just knowing that I was about to be spanked by one of my younger brothers, I looked at him, and I’m pretty sure I saw an smile on his face, but silently stepped to his side and put myself over his lap, The scene could not be more ridiculous, I was taller than him, so I had to make an effort to keep myself there.

That time I started crying even before I felt the first smack on my bottom, from the humiliation. Then finally he started, he had already seen dad spanking me a lot of times so he knew how to do it, the speed, the cadence, the stops. One after another I felt that little hand smacking each one of my cheeks, at first without any effect, but he was young and full of energy, so what he lacked in strength he had in endurance. It took a while, but finally I was crying and sobbing due to pain. I even kicked, yes, even knowing that kicking and struggling only made things worse, and my dad helped him to hold me tightly in place.

I can’t tell how long I was there, but when he finished I stopped crying new tears, and was just sobbing and snorting, my butt burning like hell, burning enough to make me forget who had spanked me.

When they finally released me, I started jumping and rubbing my bum, with my only wish to get to the bathroom and apply something. Instead, dad, told me to get the stool.

Then I started to cry, crying like a little girl, crying like a desperate girl, I already knew the meaning of the stool, the stool meant the belt. I begged him, I begged them all, but again dad’s face didn’t gave any options, so I wiped my tears and walked over to get the stool, a long and short stool, placing it in front of the chair, while I saw Marc coming back to dad with the belt.

They never told me how many swats I was about to get, so I knew what I had to do, placing myself in front, one leg at each side of the stool, so my bottom was fully exposed for the belt. I bent over, elbows on the chair seat.

I closed my eyes and heard the belt swinging, and then the usual feeling, first the gasp, the impression, unable to breathe for a while, and then after some seconds the pain reaches the brain. I screamed; in time, you breathe again, grit your teeth, close your eyes, and again, gasp, stop breathing, pain, scream, that day I went through the stages 8 times, I did not cry, but screamed like hell. At last, I heard the words I’d been waiting for.

“Sofia, you may stand and apologize to your brothers, then you’ll stay in the corner until dinner.”

I stood up, and had to apologize to my brothers, one by one. “Please, I'm sorry for neglecting you while I was in charge, and I’m really sorry you got hurt."

They smiled and nodded, and then I walked to the corner, in the living room, and waited there, naked from the waist down, until dinnertime, well a bit before, since I was the one who had to cook. When dad released me I walked to my room to put on something more comfortable and went to make dinner.

It wasn't until after dinner and after I washed the dishes when I had time to go to the bathroom and apply something to relieve my burning butt.

I went to my room and and listened music until I felt asleep. The next morning I learned that the twins were punished with no TV until Friday.

(End of 1st Chapter)

Old-fashioned family - Part 2

The next morning I woke early. I could still feeling my butt burning. As I had my shower, got dressed and made breakfast the rest of the family started waking up.

We all had our breakfast together, as we used to do. I found it difficult to face Alex, but he seemed to have forgotten what had happened, so, after having our breakfast they got ready for school while I washed the dishes.

We lived in a small village, we three went to the same school, while our older brother attended a nearby college.

The twins, and myself walked to the school. On the way, we usually run into some friends, and this morning was no exception. In the end, we were ten or twelve walking together to school.

I was doing my best to hide the fact that with each step my butt rubbed my panties, causing me a reminder of yesterday's spanking. I was used to get my butt warmed, but it didn’t made it easier.
In our village spankings were not out of the ordinary, but while my friends had stopped getting them a couple of years ago I was still spanked often. I was sure some were aware of that, and I also knew some of them would notice my bad mood and clumsy walk, but again they avoided comment.

The rest of the week passed without problem. The kids behaved every day after school, and after a couple of days i was able to sit without difficulty.

Fridays were a special day at our village. Being a small place with everyone knowing each other, families would send kids to neighbors' houses. Sometimes they'd sleep over and the families took turns to care for them. On the average, we had lots of visiting kids at our house one time each month and a half - and that was trouble. But we had 5 more Fridays without the twins, so I considered that a good deal, since these were the only days I was able to spend time alone at home.

A couple of weeks later, on a Friday, a group was walking home made up of a dozen or so kids, and 2 of my friends.

My friends were not planning to stay too long at my house, but would help me manage the kids for a couple of hours.

My friends were helping me with the snacks as some of the kids played in the yard and some inside. I was doing the best job I could, supervising as I moved in and out of the house and serving drinks and snacks.

On one of my trips to the yard I saw the boys there starting a dare game. Marc was the proposing it, and the kids began to make dares. I went inside again for more drinks, and when I went back outside I could see my brother Marc, with a stone on his hand while another kid was standing in front of him. I could recognize the scene, they’d recently seen the film Braveheart, and they wanted to recreate one the the scenes, the one where they throw stones at another.

I shouted at them to stop, and I knew they heard because they turned toward to me. But Marc, instead of stopping, threw a stone. My heart skipped a beat; I could view the scene as if in slow motion as the stone missed the other boy my a hair.

In a rage, without thinking about it, I walked over to my brother, grabbed him by his arm and swatted his butt with all my strengh and anger.

The rest of the boys became silent while Marc began to cry and ran in to his room. My friends had heard me shout and arived on the scene. They told me that I did right, it was a dangerous game, and since the kids had ignored me while I was in charge the swats were the right thing to do. I felt better.

Later I tried to talk with my brother, but he yelled at me, so I left to take care of the other boys.

Later, once my dad arrived home, I thanked my friends for helping and they left.

After a time my dad asked me where Marc was. I explained what happened, I could see in his eyes he was not happy, but he left without a word and went to talk with him.

All the kids were now watching a movie, we had already ordered pizza from a nearby restaurant. I walked into the kitchen to do some cleaning before dinnertime.

In a while, my dad and Marc walked into the kitchen. I didn’t know what was to happen, but just seeing my brother’s face, with something like an evil smile , was sufficient to know I was in trouble.

Alex was with them, too, but as they'd not said anything I kept washing dishes. Finally my dad began:

“Sofia, come here, and repeat for me what happened before.”

I stopped washing, my legs trembled a little, but I managed to wipe my hands and walk over in front of them. I explained for a second time what happened. I could feel their gaze judging me as I talked, and by the time I’d finished some of the other kids had walked into the kitchen.

My dad was always serious, his idea of humor was a few chauvinist jokes he knew, but he had a special face for these situations, his eyes staring into mine and I'd feel I was being judged. I started explaning with a strong voice, but as I went on I lowered it, began to tremble alittle, and ended with mumbling that was sounding like nonsense.

As I finished, I had to wait, feeling all eyes on me, and even worse, feeling dad’s eyes.

“So, you spanked Marc in front of his friends? Did I ever spank you in front of yours?”

I shivered again, shook my head and tried to make excuses.

“I.. It was not a spanking, I mean, I just gave him a few swats, I.. I didn’t think that would be a problem, I mean, I told them to stop, and that was dangerous.”

Again the waiting with my sense of time passing different from everyone else assembled.

“Sofia, bring the chair here, and get ready to be spanked.”

I looked at him, and then at the crowd, I blushed just at the thought, and deeply hoped for an earthquake or anything else that would stop the madness. I felt tears falling from my eyes; I had learned not to argue with dad’s decisions, but that time I could not avoid it.

“B..but… that’s not fair…. what I was supposed to do? Please, can’t you let it go until tomorrow, or.. do it privately?”

I was there, arguing and begging, my voice already trembling, feeling the tears while looking around for any help, and I heard my dad raise his voice.

“Enough! You’ve already deserved a hand spanking, and the belt, not it’s your choice to accept it or not, If you don’t you’ll make things even worse. You, little lady, humiliated your brother in front of his friends, you spanked him without any right to do it, so now, you’ll get the same treatment! And if you don’t bring the chair and the stool here right now, and I can see your bare bottom before I have time for a second thought, I can tell you that you won’t be bare only from the waist down.”

I knew him very well, and if something was true about him it was that he always kept his word. I bit my lip and silently got for the chair, placing it at the center of the kitchen, then moved back to fetch the hated long stool. The silence on the room spoke volumes. I did my best to avoid everyone's eyes, wiping my tears one after another, knowing what was about to happen.

I thought to again try to explain that I gave my brother only a few swats over his clothing, that I found what was about to happen totally unfair, but I didn’t say a word as I knew if I talked again, I would have to face a public spanking without any clothes.

So I positioned the chair and the stool, put myself in the middle, and closeing my eyes took off my shoes and silently pulled down my shorts and panties in front of my family and the crowd of kids. Even with my eyes closed I could feel their gaze, and I covered myself the best I could.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Marc sitting on the chair, and I knew that I was again to be spanked by one of my little brothers. I should have known that each time some new way to punish occurred, it was repeated often, and usually became a tradition.

That time I promised myself to not cry, silly thing, I always cried, and I’d already cried a few minutes ago, but that was for indignation. I put myself over my brother’s lap, and felt my dad hold me tight again. I clenched my teeth, and tried to ignore the kids gathered round. They had come closer, placing themselves in a circle around me, ready for the show.

I felt the first swats, and thought he was teasing me, I was sure he was enjoying spanking his big sister in front of his friends. He would become a hero with his firends, and he took his time, first light, fast swats, then slowly each one harder than the last, one cheek, then the other.

I kept my eyes closed, my teeth clenched tightly, feeling my butt getting warmed. Then Marc stopped, and then spanks again began to fall, harder this time, slowly, giving me time to feel the full effect of each before the next. I tried to struggle, and felt my dad’s hands holding me tight as my nose beagn to run. Then, as I started to sob, my brother suddenly stopped.

I thought he had finished, but then he spanked me further. This time I could tell he put all his spirit on each one of his swats, and I whined and cried, quietly at first, but soon began to do so loudly as any pride I'd held onto was gone. I wiggled, kicked, creid, and whined in the crowded but at same time silent kitchen, hearing the repetitive sound of the smacks over my burning cheeks.

I tried to look at dad, begging him to stop it, but he ignored me. By the time Marc had stopped I was feeling small and helpless, a sobbing and snorting girl over his lap.

“Ok Sofia, I think that’s enough,” said Marc.

And I could only mumble a sincere “thank you,” really relieved, while I felt my dad release me, and I did my silly dance in front of a bunch of kids. I was not worried about being naked from waist down, at that time all I could think of was my butt. I knew that the worst part was still to come, the belt, but I was in too much pain to clearly focus on what was ahead.

I was given time to recover, and then was told to apologize, first to Marc, for smacking him in public, then, to shame me further, to the kids, for making them to watch such a pitiful show.

And I apologized, again conscious of my exposed situation, and tried to cover my intimate area the best I could. I apologized to my little brother - still sitting with a wide smile on his face - for humiliating him in front of his friends. Then I faced his friends, a whole bunch of kids, who had just watched me cry, beg, and do a dance of shame.

I apologized to them for the show they’d watched. I did this even knowing they had no problem with what they'd witnessed.

Then my dad sent me to the corner, and made me to wait there. Once he was back with the pizzas I’d get the belt, or not, depending on my attitude while he was out.

So, I had to wait again, exposing my burning butt to anyone who wanted to look. Slowly the silence moved to whispers, and then laughs while I stood there, wishing it were over.

I even had to stand still while I felt one hand on my exposed butt. I wanted to send them to Hell, but I was too scared of the belt, so I kept silent and still, feeling that hand, then another one, and another. Fortunately they soon satisfied their curiosity and left me in the corner, though a few came back to have a last look at an older teen’s bottom sore and exposed.

Finally dad came back, and after asking my brothers how I had been I was allowed to put my clothes back on. I did it feeling my cotton panties hurting my sore and damaged skin.

We had dinner together, and finally, after washing the dishes my dad allowed me to go to my room. I closed the door and cried again, in shame and in pain, then again put on my headphones to stop hearing the kids downstairs. Exhausted emotionally and physically, I soon fell asleep.

[end of Part 2]

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