I Get Spanked With A Belt
So I wrote in my last post that that spanking was one of two of the harshest spankings I have ever received.
This is the account of the second one which was easily by far the worst and the most embarrassing spanking of my entire life. It was also the last spanking I ever received. This is a story that only my family know about as I have never shared it before.
It all started the day of my 20th birthday. I was in my third year of University and still living with my parents making the trip to and from the campus each day to save money. I had many several good friends in the past three years (Sara had gone to a different university in a different province for those wondering). We were especially excited this year as my birthday fell on a Friday night. My best friend at the time Marie offered to let me spend the night at her place for the night and we were all excited to spend a night at the clubs generally acting like young girls in our 20s.
By this point in my life my parents had mellowed out a lot with my sister and I. Neither of us had been spanked since her last one two years earlier for staying out the entire night with her boyfriend. For me it had been even longer and I honestly couldn't tell you what it was for. My sister was in her first year of college and decided to live in the city with her friends and work a part time job. My parents were happy to have me still at home and the only thing they asked of me to do well at school and be respectful. The first part was no problem as I was always a good student. The second part was at times difficult especially as I got older and thought myself to be a grown woman.
My growing attitude problem and my actions on my birthday all came together into one last experience that set me straight one hundred percent from there on in however.
The day of my birthday came and I told my mother and father that I would be spending the night at Marie's. They both told me to be safe and call if I had any problems, and reminded me to be home by 4 the next day as they were planning a family dinner for my birthday as well. I told them I loved them as I quickly grabbed my overnight bag and headed off to school. The day went by quickly enough and Marie and I went to her apartment to pre drink and get ready for a night of partying.
Feeling quite adult now that I was officially in my 20s I had bought a little black dress that was skin tight and fell well above my knee. While My parents weren't crazy conservative about our clothing they did have some standards they held us too. This dress would have been absolutely forbidden in their household. I was feeling quite rebellious as I looked at the form fitting dress in the mirror and my girlfriends carried on about how
"Sexy" it made me look. Marie even lent me a pair of bright red stilettos that I was always envious of.
As the evening carried one we were having a great time drinking wine and gossiping about school or complaining about our professors until finally we decided to head to the clubs. I was never one to over drink and managed to stay at a manageable level of drunkenness. Perhaps in this one occasion I should have had one to many then I would have never made the decision I did later. As the night wore on Marie got drunker and drunker and by the time last call came she was full on drunk. I had always known Marie to be a bit of a mean drunk and generally didn't pay attention to what she said but as we got to her apartment she seemed to be making a point of getting under my skin. Marie was a bit like my sister in the sense that she knew how to say things without being outright mean about it, but still managing to be insulting. Incidentally My sister and I have been spanked harshly with a hairbrush by our mother on two occasions for getting into massive fights in public due to my sisters ability to get under my skin.
She was mostly carrying on about how shocked she was that I actually looked sexy for once instead of just looking...Blah (her words). Which in itself wasn't all that bad. I did have a casual sense of fashion that tended to just involve jeans and a sweater or t shirt. Then she dropped the bomb. "Perhaps if you looked like that more often Brad wouldn't have cheated on you" Brad was my ex boyfriend who I had broken up with only a month before hand after being with him since my freshman year because he had been sleeping with another woman. The wound was still pretty fresh and I had lost patience and outright called her a bitch for saying it.
Things quickly went down hill and we were in the street full on calling each other names. I told her she could fuck right off and stomped to her apartment without her. I waited for her to catch up and let me in for 20 minutes and finally sent a text asking her where she was so I could get my things and go home. She sent one right back saying she was at her boyfriends house and I could sleep in the hall way for all she cared.
I pulled out my phone and tried calling my sister but couldn't get an answer from her. I then went to call my parents before remembering what I was wearing. Now in hindsight I doubt they would have cared all that much. I probably would have gotten a long lecture about my outfit and my father definitely would have taken it away grumbling the entire time "Not while I'm under his roof" but I was full of emotion from fighting with Marie and
I will be honest I was drunker than I thought I was. As it was they didn't once even mention the outfit.
I pushed the phone back into my purse and pulled out my keys and decided to just drive home figuring I was sober enough. The drive home was about 45 minutes and I was very very lucky that I didn't get into an accident or get stopped by the cops. About 20 minutes into the drive I knew I had made a mistake as was drunker than I had thought.
Still I made the drive and tried to quietly make my way into the house, but that was pretty much the moment any luck I had ran out. My parents are usually heavy sleepers (something my sister and I often took advantage of in our teen years) but this night my mother couldn't sleep and happened to be in the living room as I stumbled into the house.
At first she was concerned thinking something had happened to me. Then as I stumbled over my words trying to explain that Marie and I had gotten into a fight she started to realize what I had done. Livid might not even start to touch how angry she was when she asked if I had driven home drunk. I tried to make excuses about how I tried calling my sister but she wasn't answering and that Marie was a bitch. She wasn't having it pointing out that she was awake and would have come picked me up. I then apparently had any survival instinct left in me just straight up leave my body as I replied with full on attitude that I was fine and got home in one piece.
Now I will admit that up until this point some parts have become hazy with time, I'm not 100% sure what Marie said exactly that night that caused us to get into such a fight but I remember this next part in vivid detail. If I was still drunk I sure as hell sobered up quick as my mother grabbed me by the ear and drug me up the stairs to my room. I tried fighting her off but apparently an angry mother is hulk like in her strength. I certainly wasn't dignified as I swore and demanded she let me go as she sat on the bed and pulled me
across her knee, hiked up my dress, hauled down my panties, and began spanking me like a child. I tried struggling but she had me pinned down with her legs and started yelling about how stupid I was being and how could I even think about driving home drunk let alone doing so, and then to give her such attitude about it as though I did nothing wrong at all.
She spanked me harder than I think she ever had minus two times she used a brush on my sister and I, and honestly this still might have been on par with those. It took no time before I was crying out and kicking. All the commotion of course woke my father who came stomping into the room demanding to know what was going on. My mother stopped spanking me and made me stand up with my dress around my waist and panties around my knees and
tell him why I was being spanked despite being a 20 year old woman who shouldn't need to be.
I honestly don't think I have ever felt more shame than I did standing there in that state admitting to my father than I had driven home drunk, and I don't think he ever looked so upset with me. He didn't yell he just told my mother that she should head to bed for the night. She nodded and left the room. He then looked at me and told me that he was far to upset to deal with this tonight and in my state he doubted the message would get
through. He then told me to go to bed and shut the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and immediately burst into tears. My hair was a mess and my backside had taken on a solid red hue. I remember crawling into bed crying about how my birthday had been completely ruined and sent one last message to Marie telling her I never wanted to speak to her again. As far as I was concerned this was 100 percent her fault.
When I woke up the next morning I groaned as my head pounded from my hangover and decided to take a shower before facing my parents. As I walked to the bathroom I could hear them downstairs murmuring but couldn't make out what they were saying. when I got into the bathroom I took a look at my ass and saw the still visible signs of a spanking on it. As I showered I felt myself getting incensed again. I was 20 years old, how dare my mother spank me! I thought to myself. By the time I got out of the shower I was fully prepared to let them know how little I appreciated her actions. As I stepped out of the bathroom my father called my name. I asked what he wanted...with a little bit of attitude as I was already puffing my chest ready to tell them I was an adult.
"You get dressed and you get down here immediately young lady." He replied. I didn't even need to see his face as the tone in his voice very much conveyed that I had crossed the line full stop. My stomach flopped and I quickly went into my room and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top and went downstairs.
I was greeted to he and my mother sitting at the table. In the center of the table was his leather belt. My stomach filled with butterflies as I sat down eyeing the horrid thing. This wasn't the same belt as the one he had used on us when we were younger either. This was one he had bought within the year it was a heavy thick but soft leather. My sister and I even joked one night after he got it about how happy we were that we didn't get spanked anymore.
My father did most of the talking which was rare as my mother was usually the one who lectured. He asked what I was thinking driving home drunk last night. I tried telling him it was all Marie's fault but he wasn't having it and asked how exactly it was Marie's fault that I didn't use the cellphone they paid for me to have for just this sort of reason to call them to pick me up. I sat in stunned silence realizing I had no answer for them.
They were right it wasn't Marie's fault it was fully my decision. So instead I started to argue that I was far to old to be spanked. Shockingly my father and mother agreed. I was too old to be spanked and they shouldn't even need to be weighing it as an option.
They continued however pointing out that I have had a growing attitude in the past year despite them paying for my tuition, car and phone not to mention the fact that I was still living under their roof. Then to top it off I did the extremely stupid thing of driving home drunk in the very car they paid for. They explained that as far as they were concerned I had proven that they couldn't trust me with the car. I tried to argue that I wasn't all
that drunk but my mother quickly shut that down saying that I stumbled into the house and was slurring my words.
This all left us at am impasse though. They wanted to take away my car but then I wouldn't be able to get to school as they both worked. So they gave me a choice.
I could move out and they would help me do so if that is what I wanted. Then I could live in town and be free to do what I pleased, but they wouldn't be able to afford to pay my rent on top of everything else so I would have to get a part time job and roommates. I also wouldn't get the car, it would instead be sold and put towards my tuition. This way they didn't have to worry about me getting behind the wheel drunk.
Or I could continue to live there but I had to get my attitude in check and start showing some level of graciousness. Also for at least the next month I was only going to be allowed to use the car to get to and from school. Otherwise I needed to ask them or a friend to drive me. We would revisit the issue after a month and see where things stood. I would also be getting a hard spanking with the belt.
My stomach churned as I weighed my options. I had a heavy work load from my program and a part time job would leave me with almost no time for any kind of social life. I had some money saved from summer jobs but not nearly enough to survive long without getting the job. The more I thought about it I also didn't want these to be the terms I moved out on. In truth I think knew that I fully deserved the spanking.
With a deep breath I agreed to be spanked. My mother and father nodded and my father picked up the belt and stood up. He motioned towards the stairs and told me that we best get it over with. My knees were shaking as I walked up the stairs fully aware of my father behind me holding his belt. There I was not 48 hours into my 20s and I was about to be spanked like I was 15 again. We entered my room and I shuddered as the door closed behind me.
"Pull your pants down and bend over the bed" He said sternly. I blushed deeply as I turned away from him and lowered my pants to my knees and bent over the bed and gripped the sheets.
I began hollering after the first stroke. This belt hurt far more than his old one and it took all of five strokes before I was crying and promising never to do it again. He continued for what felt like hours by the time he finished I couldn't do anything but cry as my backside throbbed, and burned. Finally he stopped and I laid on the bed crying and rubbing my swollen ass, shocked by the series of welts that met my fingers. My father then warned that he never ever wanted to have to do that to me again before leaving me to gather myself.
I was shocked and a little horrified when I saw my ass in the mirror. It was covered in crimson welts and bruises. He had never once spanked us that hard before.
Once I cleaned myself up and got dressed I went downstairs and once felt my face turn red as I was greeted by my shocked sister who had arrived for my birthday dinner at some point during my strapping. Later she admitted that our mother told her why I was being strapped and she fully agreed with our fathers methods while it was painful to hear me get spanked like that.
Personally I still think he went a little too hard on me. It was a full week before I could sit comfortably again. Although I was a complete angel for the rest of my time living with my parents after that, and to this day I won't even consider getting behind the wheel while drinking. [/b][/b]
This is the account of the second one which was easily by far the worst and the most embarrassing spanking of my entire life. It was also the last spanking I ever received. This is a story that only my family know about as I have never shared it before.
It all started the day of my 20th birthday. I was in my third year of University and still living with my parents making the trip to and from the campus each day to save money. I had many several good friends in the past three years (Sara had gone to a different university in a different province for those wondering). We were especially excited this year as my birthday fell on a Friday night. My best friend at the time Marie offered to let me spend the night at her place for the night and we were all excited to spend a night at the clubs generally acting like young girls in our 20s.
By this point in my life my parents had mellowed out a lot with my sister and I. Neither of us had been spanked since her last one two years earlier for staying out the entire night with her boyfriend. For me it had been even longer and I honestly couldn't tell you what it was for. My sister was in her first year of college and decided to live in the city with her friends and work a part time job. My parents were happy to have me still at home and the only thing they asked of me to do well at school and be respectful. The first part was no problem as I was always a good student. The second part was at times difficult especially as I got older and thought myself to be a grown woman.
My growing attitude problem and my actions on my birthday all came together into one last experience that set me straight one hundred percent from there on in however.
The day of my birthday came and I told my mother and father that I would be spending the night at Marie's. They both told me to be safe and call if I had any problems, and reminded me to be home by 4 the next day as they were planning a family dinner for my birthday as well. I told them I loved them as I quickly grabbed my overnight bag and headed off to school. The day went by quickly enough and Marie and I went to her apartment to pre drink and get ready for a night of partying.
Feeling quite adult now that I was officially in my 20s I had bought a little black dress that was skin tight and fell well above my knee. While My parents weren't crazy conservative about our clothing they did have some standards they held us too. This dress would have been absolutely forbidden in their household. I was feeling quite rebellious as I looked at the form fitting dress in the mirror and my girlfriends carried on about how
"Sexy" it made me look. Marie even lent me a pair of bright red stilettos that I was always envious of.
As the evening carried one we were having a great time drinking wine and gossiping about school or complaining about our professors until finally we decided to head to the clubs. I was never one to over drink and managed to stay at a manageable level of drunkenness. Perhaps in this one occasion I should have had one to many then I would have never made the decision I did later. As the night wore on Marie got drunker and drunker and by the time last call came she was full on drunk. I had always known Marie to be a bit of a mean drunk and generally didn't pay attention to what she said but as we got to her apartment she seemed to be making a point of getting under my skin. Marie was a bit like my sister in the sense that she knew how to say things without being outright mean about it, but still managing to be insulting. Incidentally My sister and I have been spanked harshly with a hairbrush by our mother on two occasions for getting into massive fights in public due to my sisters ability to get under my skin.
She was mostly carrying on about how shocked she was that I actually looked sexy for once instead of just looking...Blah (her words). Which in itself wasn't all that bad. I did have a casual sense of fashion that tended to just involve jeans and a sweater or t shirt. Then she dropped the bomb. "Perhaps if you looked like that more often Brad wouldn't have cheated on you" Brad was my ex boyfriend who I had broken up with only a month before hand after being with him since my freshman year because he had been sleeping with another woman. The wound was still pretty fresh and I had lost patience and outright called her a bitch for saying it.
Things quickly went down hill and we were in the street full on calling each other names. I told her she could fuck right off and stomped to her apartment without her. I waited for her to catch up and let me in for 20 minutes and finally sent a text asking her where she was so I could get my things and go home. She sent one right back saying she was at her boyfriends house and I could sleep in the hall way for all she cared.
I pulled out my phone and tried calling my sister but couldn't get an answer from her. I then went to call my parents before remembering what I was wearing. Now in hindsight I doubt they would have cared all that much. I probably would have gotten a long lecture about my outfit and my father definitely would have taken it away grumbling the entire time "Not while I'm under his roof" but I was full of emotion from fighting with Marie and
I will be honest I was drunker than I thought I was. As it was they didn't once even mention the outfit.
I pushed the phone back into my purse and pulled out my keys and decided to just drive home figuring I was sober enough. The drive home was about 45 minutes and I was very very lucky that I didn't get into an accident or get stopped by the cops. About 20 minutes into the drive I knew I had made a mistake as was drunker than I had thought.
Still I made the drive and tried to quietly make my way into the house, but that was pretty much the moment any luck I had ran out. My parents are usually heavy sleepers (something my sister and I often took advantage of in our teen years) but this night my mother couldn't sleep and happened to be in the living room as I stumbled into the house.
At first she was concerned thinking something had happened to me. Then as I stumbled over my words trying to explain that Marie and I had gotten into a fight she started to realize what I had done. Livid might not even start to touch how angry she was when she asked if I had driven home drunk. I tried to make excuses about how I tried calling my sister but she wasn't answering and that Marie was a bitch. She wasn't having it pointing out that she was awake and would have come picked me up. I then apparently had any survival instinct left in me just straight up leave my body as I replied with full on attitude that I was fine and got home in one piece.
Now I will admit that up until this point some parts have become hazy with time, I'm not 100% sure what Marie said exactly that night that caused us to get into such a fight but I remember this next part in vivid detail. If I was still drunk I sure as hell sobered up quick as my mother grabbed me by the ear and drug me up the stairs to my room. I tried fighting her off but apparently an angry mother is hulk like in her strength. I certainly wasn't dignified as I swore and demanded she let me go as she sat on the bed and pulled me
across her knee, hiked up my dress, hauled down my panties, and began spanking me like a child. I tried struggling but she had me pinned down with her legs and started yelling about how stupid I was being and how could I even think about driving home drunk let alone doing so, and then to give her such attitude about it as though I did nothing wrong at all.
She spanked me harder than I think she ever had minus two times she used a brush on my sister and I, and honestly this still might have been on par with those. It took no time before I was crying out and kicking. All the commotion of course woke my father who came stomping into the room demanding to know what was going on. My mother stopped spanking me and made me stand up with my dress around my waist and panties around my knees and
tell him why I was being spanked despite being a 20 year old woman who shouldn't need to be.
I honestly don't think I have ever felt more shame than I did standing there in that state admitting to my father than I had driven home drunk, and I don't think he ever looked so upset with me. He didn't yell he just told my mother that she should head to bed for the night. She nodded and left the room. He then looked at me and told me that he was far to upset to deal with this tonight and in my state he doubted the message would get
through. He then told me to go to bed and shut the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and immediately burst into tears. My hair was a mess and my backside had taken on a solid red hue. I remember crawling into bed crying about how my birthday had been completely ruined and sent one last message to Marie telling her I never wanted to speak to her again. As far as I was concerned this was 100 percent her fault.
When I woke up the next morning I groaned as my head pounded from my hangover and decided to take a shower before facing my parents. As I walked to the bathroom I could hear them downstairs murmuring but couldn't make out what they were saying. when I got into the bathroom I took a look at my ass and saw the still visible signs of a spanking on it. As I showered I felt myself getting incensed again. I was 20 years old, how dare my mother spank me! I thought to myself. By the time I got out of the shower I was fully prepared to let them know how little I appreciated her actions. As I stepped out of the bathroom my father called my name. I asked what he wanted...with a little bit of attitude as I was already puffing my chest ready to tell them I was an adult.
"You get dressed and you get down here immediately young lady." He replied. I didn't even need to see his face as the tone in his voice very much conveyed that I had crossed the line full stop. My stomach flopped and I quickly went into my room and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top and went downstairs.
I was greeted to he and my mother sitting at the table. In the center of the table was his leather belt. My stomach filled with butterflies as I sat down eyeing the horrid thing. This wasn't the same belt as the one he had used on us when we were younger either. This was one he had bought within the year it was a heavy thick but soft leather. My sister and I even joked one night after he got it about how happy we were that we didn't get spanked anymore.
My father did most of the talking which was rare as my mother was usually the one who lectured. He asked what I was thinking driving home drunk last night. I tried telling him it was all Marie's fault but he wasn't having it and asked how exactly it was Marie's fault that I didn't use the cellphone they paid for me to have for just this sort of reason to call them to pick me up. I sat in stunned silence realizing I had no answer for them.
They were right it wasn't Marie's fault it was fully my decision. So instead I started to argue that I was far to old to be spanked. Shockingly my father and mother agreed. I was too old to be spanked and they shouldn't even need to be weighing it as an option.
They continued however pointing out that I have had a growing attitude in the past year despite them paying for my tuition, car and phone not to mention the fact that I was still living under their roof. Then to top it off I did the extremely stupid thing of driving home drunk in the very car they paid for. They explained that as far as they were concerned I had proven that they couldn't trust me with the car. I tried to argue that I wasn't all
that drunk but my mother quickly shut that down saying that I stumbled into the house and was slurring my words.
This all left us at am impasse though. They wanted to take away my car but then I wouldn't be able to get to school as they both worked. So they gave me a choice.
I could move out and they would help me do so if that is what I wanted. Then I could live in town and be free to do what I pleased, but they wouldn't be able to afford to pay my rent on top of everything else so I would have to get a part time job and roommates. I also wouldn't get the car, it would instead be sold and put towards my tuition. This way they didn't have to worry about me getting behind the wheel drunk.
Or I could continue to live there but I had to get my attitude in check and start showing some level of graciousness. Also for at least the next month I was only going to be allowed to use the car to get to and from school. Otherwise I needed to ask them or a friend to drive me. We would revisit the issue after a month and see where things stood. I would also be getting a hard spanking with the belt.
My stomach churned as I weighed my options. I had a heavy work load from my program and a part time job would leave me with almost no time for any kind of social life. I had some money saved from summer jobs but not nearly enough to survive long without getting the job. The more I thought about it I also didn't want these to be the terms I moved out on. In truth I think knew that I fully deserved the spanking.
With a deep breath I agreed to be spanked. My mother and father nodded and my father picked up the belt and stood up. He motioned towards the stairs and told me that we best get it over with. My knees were shaking as I walked up the stairs fully aware of my father behind me holding his belt. There I was not 48 hours into my 20s and I was about to be spanked like I was 15 again. We entered my room and I shuddered as the door closed behind me.
"Pull your pants down and bend over the bed" He said sternly. I blushed deeply as I turned away from him and lowered my pants to my knees and bent over the bed and gripped the sheets.
I began hollering after the first stroke. This belt hurt far more than his old one and it took all of five strokes before I was crying and promising never to do it again. He continued for what felt like hours by the time he finished I couldn't do anything but cry as my backside throbbed, and burned. Finally he stopped and I laid on the bed crying and rubbing my swollen ass, shocked by the series of welts that met my fingers. My father then warned that he never ever wanted to have to do that to me again before leaving me to gather myself.
I was shocked and a little horrified when I saw my ass in the mirror. It was covered in crimson welts and bruises. He had never once spanked us that hard before.
Once I cleaned myself up and got dressed I went downstairs and once felt my face turn red as I was greeted by my shocked sister who had arrived for my birthday dinner at some point during my strapping. Later she admitted that our mother told her why I was being strapped and she fully agreed with our fathers methods while it was painful to hear me get spanked like that.
Personally I still think he went a little too hard on me. It was a full week before I could sit comfortably again. Although I was a complete angel for the rest of my time living with my parents after that, and to this day I won't even consider getting behind the wheel while drinking. [/b][/b]
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