Old-Fashioned Family

Old-Fashioned Family 3 and 4

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Old-fashioned family - Part 3

The next morning I woke up, and took my time in the shower. The last thing I wanted was to see any of the kids, but I was sure at least a few of them were sleeping in my house.

I walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast, trying my best to finish before any of the guests woke up, but I wasn’t fast enough soon the kids appeared into the kitchen. I had a hard time, not only due to my sore butt (which had improved somewhat overnight), but for the shame of knowing that each one of the kids had seen me while being spanked by my younger brother.

I was sure that it would not be long until the news were known by everyone in the village.

With breakfast finally done I left to take a long walk. I didn’t come back until mid-morning and by then the other kids had left only my brothers were in the house. My dad had gone to buy groceries and I started washing dishes while my brothers were watching cartoons on TV. It was probably my imagination, but I could feel their eyes on me, and a few whispers. I tried to ignore them and kept doing housework.

In the time that followed, especially over the course of that first week, I overheard jokes about the older girl being spanked. None of my friends said anything, much to my relief, but some classmates asked about it and I tried to avoid explanation, so slowly the rumor died off.

A few months passed, and the twins had a few more chances to put me over their lap, but not again in public, so I slowly got used to that.

The twins were 15 years old, and to my father’s point of view it was an important age for a boy. He saw them as old enough and responsible enough to be considered adults.

I recalled that when our older brother turned fifteen, things had changed. He began to take charge and was also granted the right to discipline either me or the twins kids on his own. My dad would likely term it a duty.

I wasn’t sure if it would be the same for the twins. David, after all was oldest among us, so there was some logic that he took charge of his younger siblings while dad was away. With the twins, they lacked the level of maturity David possessed at 15, but looking to recent events it was hard to deny I was being put under their charge too.

It was a Saturday, and the house had a crowd of visitors, numering about 25. There were our aunts, cousins and family friends. Again, there were many kids and a few of David’s friends had come as well. Dad was handling the barbecue, and most of the kids were in the pool.

I was wearing a summer dress with nylon shorts beneath. I’d have loved to wear a bikini or my swimsuit, but I got a spanking the night before and was still a bit sore and sensitive. I did not feel like wearing anything too revealing.

I’d been trying to help with the guests but at some point got time to myself. I lay on a towel with a few of my friends and we were talking. Well, to tell the truth, I was really trying to be brave enough to talk with Roger, a boy I had a crush on. He was nineteen years old, one of David’s besties. He was also the brother of one of my closest friends.

I was relaxing on my stomach, feeling the sun on my back, when suddenly I felt cold water all over. I turned to see my 11-year-old cousin with a bucket on his hands.

If I had just spent a few seconds to think and look around, I would have seen the twins a short distance away laughing out loud. But I just reacted without thinking , and before I knew what I was doing slapped my cousin’s face. I ran to the bathroom, leaving my cousin crying. The last thing I saw was some adults surrounding him.

Ok, I was in big trouble, but I was still too mad, I locked myself into the bathroom, took off my clothes and dried myself with a towel.

I heard my dad, sounding mad, telling me to open the door. I wrapped myself in a big towel and unlocked the door. As soon as I did I was dragged by the arm outside, noticing in horror as my towel fell to the floor but unable retrieve it as I was dragged back toward the yard.

There was no verbal scolding this time. Instead, I was dragged over my father’s lap and his hand began to smack my butt without mercy. I was already sore from last night’s spanking, I was scared about how fast this was happening, and I was fully aware of being fully naked in front of family and friends.

In no time I started crying, It wasn’t the hardest or longer spanking I’d had, but it felt excruciating, the hand falling and hitting my bottom while I tried to keep some dignity by covering my breasts as best I could it that position.

I kicked and yelped like hell. Looking for a source of support I found Roger’s face. My my humiliation made me wish die at that moment. I then saw my friends watching my mortification. I knew they felt sorry for me, but I also knew this was beyond their control, so I kept fighting and crying until my dad thought I’d had enough.

Then as suddenly as it had started it ended. My father ordered me to stand, told me to go to my room, get dressed and get back quickly.

So I did. I did my best to cover myself while running to my room – no spanking dance this time. I was certain I’d have to face some corner time. I thought I’d been allowed to get dressed only because having his teenage daughter in a corner, naked, in front of a crowd would be too much even for him.

I went to my room and slammed the door, still crying, feeling powerless and absolutely humiliated. I again I saw again Roger’s face and wondered what could he think of me, a girl of seventeen spanked naked over his father’s lap. Still sniffling, I put a new pair of panties, a bra and a clean dress.

I opened the door ready to go to the bathroom, and found my friends outside the room. I didn’t want to see anyone, but they didn’t gave me any option, so they helped me wipe the tear stains away and wash my face, and spent some time trying to comfort me. They said nothing about the spanking specifically, just offered comforting words. I then took a deep breath and went to face everyone again.

Once in the yard I could feel everyone’s eyes. I saw dad back at the barbecue, and slowly everyone resumed talking and doing whatever they were doing earlier.

In time, my aunt asked me to come with her. I followed her to the kitchen, where I found my cousin, and though it was his fault I also felt sorry for slapping him.

He took a while then ran and hugged me, crying and telling me how badly he felt. I hugged him back, and believe it or not I felt really better. His apology comforted me more than any other thing. I also apologized for slapping him, then my aunt joined us in a hug and we all went back to the party.

I was unable to face Roger, though. I was really sore, but It didn’t hurt half as much as the embarrassment. Though it happened fast, there was still plenty of time for all to look at my exposed body, and they all knew I was still spanked like a little girl.

I didn’t ask dad to let me go to my room, I knew that he would never allow it. Once the last guest left I got the belt and the corner time. I also had to apologize the twins for spoiling their birthday party.

On Sunday morning dad had to work, and he told the twins that they were in charge of “everything” during his absence, “Sofia, don’t cause trouble for your brothers.” His words made it clear that “everything” included me.

[end of Part 3]

Old-fashioned family – Part 4
The new order of things

The first days under the new arrangement, I discovered not being in charge was not that bad. I mean, I still had to do all the house chores, do my homework and all the things a teenager is supposed to do, but I didn’t have to keep an eye over the twins so I started to spend more time in my room.

On their end, the twins became more bossy, trying to show who was in control. For example, while in my room I wasn’t allowed to close the door so they could see what I was doing. They also made sure I had done my homework and asked about my tests.

They acted this way especially when they had friends over. At those times, they were particularly annoying, reminding me of chores, clearly to show off in front of their friends. But I didn’t mind at all, I had more time for myself, and while I did what was expected of me I had no reason to be afraid.

I think the first time they noticed that being in charge was not all laughs was one day when I was in the kitchen. I’d put the dinner at the oven and went to my room. After some minutes, I got a call from Maria, one of my friends, and I forgot about the oven timing. By the time my dad got home the kitchen was smokey.

That day I was spanked hard, of course, but for the first time, my father also grounded my brothers for something I did - they were in charge, and they were not paying attention.

My father would never spank the boys, in his prehistoric mind that was only for girls, but he grounded them with a no television and no friends for a week. This meant that they would not been able to go out that Friday.

Even with my sore bottom I felt somehow comforted. I got a lot of spankings due to their faults, and now, they were grounded for something I did.

Obviously , they did not feel the same way and increased their control. I was sure that they would take advantage of any occasion to take revenge. That week I was particularly careful, and they didn’t get a chance. The week passed without further problems, at least until that Friday.

That Friday I came back from school, changed myself into more comfortable clothing and started to make an afternoon snack for the kids and myself.

I had mine in my room when I heard the kids calling me. Waiting at the bathroom door, they pointed inside.

“Sofia! look at that mess, why didn’t you clean it?” said Alex. I looked inside, and yes, It’s was all messy, really messy, but the fact is that after I took my morning shower it was tidy. Then they used it.

“What the … what have you done?” I asked. “It was clean this morning, it is not my fault if you’re more pigs than boys!”

I could see water spots everywhere, toilet paper stuck to the mirror and elsewhere. It was surely done on purpose.

They looked at me: “Yeah, we had a little fight in there, but It’s your responsibility to keep the house clean, isn’t it?” I could barely believe it, and stared at them seriously.

“Is not my responsibility to clean your mess, I clean the house, yes, but only for normal use!” I was mad, but I was sure that I would be the one cleaning the mess. “Now let me alone! I’ll clean that, and you better keep your fights out of the house!”

They looked at me, but finally walked away while I started cleaning. I had to spend about one hour just to return it to its usual state. Then I walked back to my room, and tried to relax before starting dinner. I was on my bed listening to music when I saw the twins appear again. I took off my headphones and asked in an aggresive manner, “What now?”

“Did you finish cleaning, Sof?” Marc asked. I didn’t like when they used my short name, but wanting them to leave me alone I nodded, “Yes, It’s clean again, so just avoid messing it up.”

“Good, then come with us, we have to deal with your punishment.”

I opened my mouth wide, unable to believe what I just heard. I felt my cheeks burning in rage and suddenly exploded!

“What the hell! You’re the ones who messed up the bathroom, I cleaned it, so don’t think I’ll let you lay a hand on me! I don’t care who’s in charge, I won’t let two imps to lay a hand on me for something you did!”

I could see a grinning face “Are you sure Sof? You want us to tell Dad you disobeyed us, that you neglected one of your chores and rejected your punishment?” said Marc again. “And you insulted us; you called us imps,” added Alex.

That gave me something to think about, I knew Dad, I knew I would get the belt for that, but was not my intention to let them to think they were my bosses. No, better Dad or even David, but the twins? no….

Then I shrugged, I put my headphones back on and turned over my tummy, giving them my back and making clear that the discussion was over. I then felt a sudden weight over me, it took me a few seconds to realize that one boy had jumped on my legs, the other on my back. I fought, struggling and kicking, but found that the twins were stronger than I ever thought – they were growing teens, after all – and since they were two I was helpless.

I felt one of them pulling my shorts and panties down, I tried to hold them but the other one grabbed my arms and sat on them. Then I tried to cross my legs. I managed to avoid my clothes being pulled to my ankles, but they already had what they wanted, my exposed bottom cheeks.

In no time I felt the smacks on after another. I had plenty of stamina, so it wasn’t until perhaps 40 smacks that I found myself sobbing, my tears wetting the pillow.

The tears did not stop them. They gave me the longest spanking I’d ever had. I slowly stopped struggling and fighting, only trying to cover my bottom, but finding myself unable.

At long last, feeling each inch of my bottom burning like hell, they stopped, released me and left me alone in my room. I rubbed my sore bum, covered myself with bedsheets and cried.

I heard my dad coming back home. I didn’t knew what to expect, they had spanked me, but knowing dad, that would not be enough for him, so I can’t say I was surprised when I heard him coming to my room.

I’d already put my shorts on just in case.

“Sofia, follow me.”

That time I was allowed to explain myself, and I did. I said I wasn’t the one who made the mess in the bathroom; I said that I cleaned it. I also explained, dying of shame, how the twins had taken it upon themselves to spank me. Dad looked at me and shook his head.

“Sofia, you know is your duty to keep the house clean. If the bathroom was a mess, with it your duty to clean it, what would have happened if I got home to see that? I’d tell you that you would get punished, and so would your brothers since they were in charge.

“But they noticed before I got home, so tell me, who’s in charge when I’m not home, Sofia?”

I mumbled, I knew it, but it was too hard to say out loud. It was hard to say that my younger brothers were in charge. I opened my mouth, then closed it.

“Who is in charge, Sofia?” he asked again.

I knew what was about to happen. “T..they are” I mumbled
“Who, Sofia? I can’t hear you.”

My face turned red, probably as red as my buttcheeks, “They are!” I shouted.

My dad nodded, but wasn’t still happy. “They are what? Tell us Sofia, just so we can be sure that you understand.”

I found myself biting my lips, I could even feel the taste of my own blood, pushing my fists hard, and finally surrendered .

“T..they’re in charge dad.”

“Good! now that we’ve cleared the subject I want you to take the next step. I want you to go to your room, write a note, and what I expect to find on that note is an apology. Also I want you to write who’s in charge when i’m not home, and what will happen next time any of your brothers thinks you need discipline.“
Then, he took a pause to breathe.

“And what will happen,” he continued, “Is that you will take the punishment. Then, once I come back, if you consider the punishment unfair, you can tell me what happened. If I think it was unfair, I’ll take care of it with them, but if I find the punishment fair I’ll also take care of it with you, understood?”

I nodded, feeling myself against a wall, tasting salty tears mixing with my own blood.

“So, do you understand Sofia?” he asked.

“Yes Dad,” I answered, sure that I would not find myself out of trouble so easily.

“Good, then, you won’t leave your room until you’re called. Once you’re called, you’re expected to go to their room, read them the note, and ask them to punish you. Not for the bathroom mess, but for ignoring them. And you’ll accept the punishment won’t you?”
I nodded again, dying in shame. I saw my dad raise an eyebrow and I knew he was expecting a vocal anwer.

“Yes dad.. I will.”

He nodded, and in my mind’s eye I could see my brothers grinning with a hidden smile. “Good, and finally, before you go to sleep, I want you to go to the bathroom, and clean it until is perfect! And you will do it bare from your waist down, so you can remember what happens if you don’t take care of your duties, and don’t accept your punishments.” He then gave me a few seconds to acknowledge.

“Now go! And make sure your note is long and deep enough!”

And I went back to my room. I needed some time to comprehend what had happened. I had to write the note, hating myself that I was doing it. I had to write how sorry I felt for not accepting the punishment, for not being diligent with my duties. It took me a really long time do it, since I knew what they were expecting. I finally wrote about fifty lines of text stating that I knew they were in charge, that I had to accept their punishments, that I knew I acted badly today, and that I felt really sorry for that, swearing it would never happen again.

Then I had to wait again, a long time. I heard someone ringing the doorbell, and I thought it was a food delivery since I didn’t make dinner. I wasn’t called for dinner, as I continued to wait.
Then I heard steps, and finally I was called, biting my lip I took my note, ready for the last humiliation.

The door was closed, and I had to knock. “Come in.” I opened the door and walked inside, hearing the instruction “close the door after you.” They were sitting on one of the twin beds. They took their time, letting me to suffer, my eyes wandering around the room.

“Undress yourself from waist down Sofia, Marc said. This was not about curiosity, I knew, they had had plenty of chances to watch me in the past. This was about humiliation, about making me feel inferior, but I did as ordered. I kicked off my slippers, then I pulled down my shorts and stood in place, covering my bush with both hands while holding a piece of paper.

“So, I think you have something you want to read for us?” This was Marc, and I noticed that Alex kept quiet, letting his brother do the work.

Even being twins there were a few differences. Alex’s grades were always better, while Marc was best at sports. They probably had a hierarchy I’d never noticed before.

“Y.. yes I do.”
“OK, you have all our attention.”

And then I had to read, holding the note with both hands while I was unable to cover myself. I tried to cross my legs so at least they had not a direct view and I started to read, trying to keep myself under control.

I started to readiwith a steady voice, but while reading the humiliating words I’d written my voice began to tremble, and they made me to stop a few times, forcing me to repeat some paragraphs they could not hear, or that at least so they claimed.

By the time I finished, I was shivering. I hated the whole situation, and also knew it was about to get worse.

“That was nice, Sof, really nice, now, I think you want to ask us something?” Marc said with a big smile in his face.

And again, I found myself closing my fists tight, and knowing that I didn’t had a choice I began the next part.

“Please, could you punish me for not recognizing your authority before?”

And then again they made me wait, Alex still silent, looking at me, Marc also staring, and me looking down to the floor with the only wish that it would swallow me.

“OK,” Marc looked down, next to my feet, “take your slippers and hand them to us, one for Alex and the other for me, and leave the note on my desktop.”

I walked to his desk, aware of my partial exposure, bent over and took off both slippers, and then walked over to them handing one to each.

“Now get back to your spot, turn around, bend over as far as you can and try to hold your ankles.” I was never spanked that way, dad had never been imaginative, hand spankings over the knee, belt ones bending over with the stool, he never used any other implements, nor new poses, but this was a new order.

I did as told, finding the pose hard enough by itself, and also really exposing me. I tried to keep my legs together, but since Marc was telling me to go further and further down, I had to split them enough so I could reach my ankles as requested.

Marc was standing at my back until I reached the point he wanted.

“Ok Sofi, now get ready and don’t move. If you release your ankles I’ll start again.” He didn’t gave me time to get ready.
Before I could even take a breath I felt the slipper smacking my buttcheek hard, first one then the other. And then he stopped.

As usual I had no clue about how many swats would I get, and that didn’t help. I found myself grabbing my ankles really tight, determined to not give them the chance to restart for breaking position.

I faced the second and the third round of swats, already crying and begging The belt is the worst, but I was already sore from the recent spanking, so each of the slipper smacks hurt my already sensitive skin enough to forget about the shame I was feeling just seconds before.

I had to hold for two more rounds, by that time I was a sniffling little thing. I felt relieved when I saw Marc moving away. I didn’t move, waiting him to let me stand up, but instead of that I noticed Alex taking his place.

“P.. please, no more, stop!” I begged through tears and snorts, but they didn’t. Alex started to whack me, not as strongly as Marc, but enough to keep me crying, begging and sobbing, from the first to the last .

Finally Alex stepped away, and then he spoke for the first time.

“Sof, stand up, thank us and go clean the bathroom, let us know once you’ve finished so we can check your work.”

Without protesting, I stood up, thanked him and felt them hugging me tight, first Alex, them Marc. I didn’t knew if that was a way to comfort me or another type of torture, but the hug somehow worked. I stopped crying and walked, still exposing everything below my waist, to the bathroom where I took my time wiping my face, cleaning my tears and trying to compose myself.

It took about two more hours to again clean the bathroom, the kind of cleaning I did one time each month. I made a last check, and again knocked on their door.

“I’ve finished,” I said without waiting for them to answer, then they walked out, and checked my job.

“Well done Sof, now go to the kitchen, we saved some pizza for you, take it and go to sleep, tomorrow we will have a full cleaning day.”

I was so glad and tired that I didn’t even bother about my shorts. Dad was in his office, and the twins in their room, so I had dinner, still bare from waist down. I then washed the dishes and went to my room.

It didn’t take long before I was sleeping, obviously on my tummy.

[End of part 4]

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