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Date : May 21 '94, 08:15                                                       
From : Joshua A Laff                                          60:100/0.0
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                         THE SHOPLIFTERS

	Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, that
all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of her stomach.

	"Why?" she thought to herself, "Why did I ever take that
dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store without
paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I'm going to get the
spanking of my life because of her!".

	Lisa need not have worried though, because just three
blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting was just
at that moment beginning to be played out.

	Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she was
always made to before her father came in to administer a
spanking. She could already feel the butterflies building in her
stomach that always accompanied the waiting.

	Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knew
he was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no real
surprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to go
upstairs to her room and get ready to recieve a sound spanking.
That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cotton
nightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, and wait
until her father came up.

	After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer's dad, came up
the stairs and into her room

	"Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself
before we start?". "Do you know how embarrassing it was to get
that call from the store manager, that my daughter, who was
taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?".

	"B-B-But Dad, I'm sorry, I-I won't ever do that again,
please don't sp-spank me, I'm too old for that now", stammered
Jennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since
she knew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded.

	You're also too old to be stealing from other people
Jennifer", said Tom. "You should have known better than to do
that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this got out,
that Tom Martin's daughter is a shop lifter? I'm just glad the
manager was nice enough to call me instead of the police.
Tomorrow you are going back to the store and apologize for
stealing from him, and you're going to pay him for the things
you tried to steal out of your allowance, do you under-stand?".

	Jennifer nodded, "Yes sir".

	"Now young lady, I'm going to give you a licking you're
not going to soon forget".

	She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbuckle
his belt and remove it from his trousers.

	Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finished
removing his belt and sat down. "Now young lady, take your
panties right off, and come here".

	"Oh please daddy, don't make me take my panties off",
she pleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last
bare-bottom spanking and she didn't want her dad to see her now
maturing young body, "let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad
enough like that".

	Tom wasn't having any of that though. "Listen my girl,
you get them off now, or I'll do it myself and that will add 10
strokes to your punishment, now don't argue with me anymore!".

	The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus the
idea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her make
her decision. Trembling, she did as she was told.

	Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which
only now were just starting to be lightly covered with hair, it
was so humilliating.

	Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the arm
and pulled her right across his lap. Taking her hands with his
left hand he put them in the middle of her back, and taking his
right leg, placed it over her legs to keep her from kicking and
falling off his lap, he wanted to make sure she got everything
she deserved. Also this centered her bare, defensless bottom
directly over his lap, pointing up perfectly for the severe
strapping he intended to administer to his naughty daughter's
bare backside.

	Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, the
rounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was about to
come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from between her
white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealed by
the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed getting
too old to be acting as she had been. She was already sobbing
softly at what was to come, but Tom was determined that this
lesson would not need to be repeated and that she would be
crying like a 5 year old when he was finnished with her. And to
this he held true.

	"You will receive 25 strokes", he said breaking the
silence, "and you will count each one out loud, do you
understand Jennifer?".

	"Y-Y-Yessir", she said. "Please not t-t-too hard"she
begged,"I won't do it again, I promise!", she pleaded. But her
pleas fell on deaf ears.

	"I know you won't do it again, not after I finnish with
you, you shouldn't have done it in the first place girl", said
Tom.

	The butterflies took flight in Jennifer's belly again
and her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of the
whipping that was about to begin, she knew that this time there
were going to be no half measures, that she was about to recieve
a hard spanking that would surely make her cry long before it
was over. And she was right.

	He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it landed in
the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.

	"YEOWWW!", hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but it
was no use, her father had her firmly in place,"one",she called
out. CRACK! the belt landed again, "OHHHH, that's two" WHAP!,
"OHHHH, th-th-three she cried", her bottom already felt like it
was on fire.

	"Please daddy..I'm sorry!"

	CRACK! "OWWWW, th-that's f-f-four, oh please it hurts".

	"It's supposed to hurt", was the reply.

	WHAP! "OOOOO, five", Jennifer was starting to cry by now.

	SNAP!, the belt landed again, "That's six", she sobbed.

	CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer's crying and
counting the strokes.

	Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,"This
will teach you not to take things that don't belong to you young
lady", he said raising his arm for another stroke.

	SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,"OWWWWW, th-th-that's ten", she
was bawling steadily now, "please no m-more, I'll be good", but
it was no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was
sobbing like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward.

	Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her to
stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about three
minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.

	Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands
rushed behind  her to rub her now very red and sore bottom."Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the stool
here with your head on your hands and your bottom raised and
your legs apart".

	Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt worse
because he had more room to swing the belt, and in that position
she wasn't able to clench her cheeks to ease awful sting of the
strap as it fell on her unprotected bare bottom.

	By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru- tions
. Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on her
dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and closing
her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations of her
fathers belt.

	Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt out of
the way exposing Jennifer's now angry red bare bottom, and
pushed it up to the middle of her back where it slid on up to
her shoulders. "Don't you move out of this position young lady,
if you do you will receive two extra for each one you moved on,
is that clear?".

	"Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy", she sobbed into her hands.

	Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her mother,
who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for the same thing
her daughter was now getting, only more severe for over-spending
this month again, but that's another story.

	As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,"hmmm", he thought,"she responds like her mom to the
strap too." Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.

	Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.

	SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub her
bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the sting
felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.

	"Put your hands back where they belong" snapped Tom,
"now you have two extra for moving." She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. "Pl-p-please no", she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.

	CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, "OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop", she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.

	WHISHHH SNAP! "OWWWWWW!!" she howled, "twenty-t-two",
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!

	"AHHHHH", her head snapped back, "t-t-twenty
th-th-th-three" she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears
were coming in steady streams now. "Please D-D-Daddy, I've had
enough, I-I d-don't need anym-m-more", she pleaded.

	"I'll be the judge of that young lady", he said.

	"Only two more to go, now stay in position and you won't
have to get any extra", said her father. Tom looked at the now
well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at him, almost
deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought of her
stealing came back and he decided that the full measure was due.

	HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it's target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,"that's twenty f-f-four" she cried, then realizing what
she had just done she got back into position, but it was too
late.

	"Didn't I just tell you not to move?" "Now you have two
more coming before the last one!"

	"NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in't m-mean to" she sobbed.
"I won't move anymore".

	"You know what you were told, and that's what you're
going to get young lady." WHISSHHH SNAP!! "OHHHHHH PLEASE!" she
cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! "I-I-I'M SORRY".By now it was hard to
hear her through her sobbing.

	"Now", said Tom, "here comes the last one." WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! "OOOOOOOOH" cried Jennifer, "twenty-five!"

	Tom looked at his prostate daughter's now red wealed and
firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to a
light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He didn't
particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was not going
to be the parent of a thief either. He told her that he didn't
like to punish her, but that until she could straighten up that
this was what she could expect in the future if it happened
again, only more severe. Then he left the room with belt in hand
to go take care of his wife's unruly back- side.

	Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes
sobbing and crying like the punished girl she was and then got
up, still crying, and went over to her mirror,"Oh", she sobbed,
"look at my poor bottom, I won't be able to wear my shorts for
weeks", she continued to look at the stripes and welts left by
her father's belt. "Ohhh,it's so hot", she said to herself, and
she noticed that she was getting hot feelings somewhere else
too, she almost always did after the edge had worn off the pain
from a good hard spanking.

	She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely
haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that she
hoped she could find someone to take her dad's place someday
when she got married to keep her in line the same way he did.

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Date : May 21 '94, 08:15                                                       
From : Joshua A Laff                                          60:100/0.0
To   : All                                 
Subj : ARCHIVE: shoplft2.Z mf,mild,sm                                        
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This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
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                  THE SHOPLIFTERS
                       PART 2       

	About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing
stool, Lisa's father George came into her room, she had been
waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.
She had recieved the same response to her story that Jennifer
had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk 
her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to
remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish
as a dare.

	George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer
in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the
time the paddle kept in Lisa's room was quite enough to keep
her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was
more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but 
the cane could do the same in two or three strokes.

	As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence.

	"My girl, after giving it some thought, I've decided that
you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was 
absolutely no excuse for what you did."

	Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father
continued, "Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and 
put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up".

	She didn't even bother to protest, she knew by now that it
would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was
possible.

	Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and
put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers  
arrival.

	As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her 
stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always
got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time
she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a
fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position.

	That was something she had noticed after the last
caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the
position she was made to recieve her caning in caused her to
display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse
than any spanking she'd ever gotten, it made her feel a little
randy too even through the pain.

	 About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open
and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,
and he was definitely bringing the cane!

	 She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past
experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really
in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling
sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey sting
of bamboo across her naked bum.

	 George walked in cane in hand, "Well young miss, we both 
know why I'm here, so let's get on with it shall we?"

	 "Y-Yes sir" she muttered.

	 "Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could have
ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off 
lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I'm going to
give you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cuts
across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you
will recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?".

	  18 strokes! "My bottom will never take it", she thought.
"Please daddy, I won't do it again, I'm sorry", she pleaded.

	  "Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time
it's going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning.

	  Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes
as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment.

	  She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows are
placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then
she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to 
grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up 
and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow.

	  Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly
she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms. 
Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillows
beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the 
past.

	 Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the 
flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,
and pushed it right up to her shoulders.

	 Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the 
elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled
them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view.

	 "Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting
this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?"

	 "Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard".

	 "Nonsense, if it isn't hard you won't remember your lesson,
and I promise you my girl you'll not forget this one soon".

	 Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across 
the center of his young daughter's shapley bottom, leaving a
bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one.

	 Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going
to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson
would be learned.

	 SWISSSHHH  CRACK!!  The pain seared across her unprotected
bottom like fire. 

	 "OHHHH, that's one!" Lisa gasped.

	 Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall.

	 HISSSSSS CRACK! 

	 "OWWWWW, two!", she yelped.

	 SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy
across her tender cheeks.

	 "OHHH-OHHH please!, that's th-three", she stammered, the
cane already starting to bring up the tears.

	 Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the air
between her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!!, then the
searing pain shot across her denuded bottom.

	 "AAHHHH, oh please", she cried, "please it hurts daddy!".

	 "I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also 
told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waiting
for you at the end."

	 "No,no, please n-not that, I won't forget again!"

	 "You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, and
you were told what you would get if you didn't." George said
as he raised the cane again.

	 SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding it's target.

	 "OOOOOO, th-th-that's f-five daddy",she cried.

	 "That's more like it." said George tapping the cane
on her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at the
point where the thighs and buttocks meet.

	 WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing 
Lisa to immeadiatly put her hands back there to try and rub 
her sore bottom.

	 "OWWWWwW", she wailed, "th-that's s-s-six!".

	 George looked at the sobbing girl's bare bottom, now
the two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white,
they had six angry red parallel lines across them.

	 Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed another
stinger across the broadest part of Lisa's naked ass.

	 "OHHHHH, th-that's s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I'm
sorry!", she implored.

	 George however had no intentions of stopping until she
had recieved everything that he felt she had coming to her.

	 Even as these last words were escaping her lips he again
brought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside.

	 CRACK!! "OHHHHHH!", she yelled, this time taking a 
few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the 
eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely able
to control her sobbing enough to count the strokes.

	 SWISSHHH CRACK!  WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landed
four more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place.

	 Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her ass
now covered from top to bottom with red lines, the first
cuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It was
taking almost half a minute for her to count the last two
strokes she recieved, and she still had six more to go!

	 George decided to let her rest for a few minutes to
regain some of her composure for the next six. While he was
standing behind her waiting and looking at his handiwork
so far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips of
her young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried.
This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister 
telling him about the feelings she got after being caned 
by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being 
caned now. Not to mention his wife's reactions after he
uses it on her.

	 "Now Lisa," he said, "you have six of the best still
to come plus two for the one you didn't count, you don't have
to count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still,
do you understand?".

	 "Oh please!", she began to sob anew,"please no more, I
can't take anymore, I'll be good now, I promise!".

	 "Yes you will when I've finished with your naughty
bottom, and you can take much more should the need arise,
now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment".

	 She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom 
already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry 
bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doing
just as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he had
passed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised her
now very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best.

	  George was not a cruel man, he normally would have
stopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson 
he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughter
is smart enough to know not to steal already, this time her
and her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had the
manager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police,
and what a mess that would've been thought George. No, he had to 
make sure that this would not happen again.

	  Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high 
and let it fall.

	  SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immeadiately
this time, right across the lower part of her buttocks.

	  "AIIEEE!", wailed Lisa,"oh please not so hard".

	  THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal,
as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes.

	  "AHHHHHH, I-I'm sorry, I w-w-won't d-d-do it ag-again,
oh pleeeease s-stop!" she wailed. But it would do no good, by 
the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutter
unintelligible sounds between her sobs.

	  After delivering the six, George told her that she had
two more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to her
crimson cheeks.

	  WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!!

	  Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of her
well marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hot
branding iron being applied to her poor bottom.

	  A long wail was all that escaped Lisa's quivering lips,
she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood.

	  As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticed
that her pink slit was now open to view between the now open and
puffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn't sure
why some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he 
thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight.
Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the building
tension from the caning he had just administered, this was one
of their favorite forms of foreplay. 

	  He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing,
they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass come
together, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink 
to angry red

	  George told Lisa that he hadn't wanted to punish her so
severly, but had no choice since she was old enough to know 
right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the need
arise.

	  Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that she
was sorry and it would not happen again.

	  He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying under
control, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplate
what had just taken place, and then left her alone.

	  Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto her
back, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt rough
on her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbed
her hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane.
She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharp
pain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her other
hand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. At
times she wondered if something were wrong with her the way she
got turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that's 
what worked with her that she would have to find someone who
would do that to her once she started going out with boys, until
then she could still rest assured of at least one a month here
at home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolled
over and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standing
behind her as she knelt down and raised her ass.... .

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Date : May 21 '94, 08:15                                                       
From : Joshua A Laff                                          60:100/0.0
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                       Ann's Spanking

	Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter
the room and give the inevetible order to strip and lay across
the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap
landing across her Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries of
pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she
remembered one of the many spankings she had recieved from her 
father many years ago.

	She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked
anymore. Ann's father had just started allowing her to go out with
some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home
no later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time
but never really worried about what might happen if she should be
later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a
week or so, after all, it had been almost 2 years since her last
spanking.

	Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly liked
and didn't pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before 
she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was 
waiting for her strap in hand.

	"Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked.
"Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be 
punished?"

	She didn't know what to say, "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not even
midnight yet, I didn't think.."

	"That's right, you certainly didn't", her father broke in, "and
now you're going to be punished, you had no right worrying your 
mother & me like that.".

	"I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of the
time".

	Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in her
father's hand.

	"You bet it won't happen again young lady," he said, "after I
get through with your backside you'll be sure to be in on time from
here on."

	"B-b-backside" she stammered, "you're not really going to strap
me now are you, I'm too old for that."

	"Nonsense girl, obviously you aren't old enough to follow my 
orders, and if you're going to act like a 10 year old you can 
figure on being treated like one includung having your bare bottom
strapped." 

	"Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties" he 
ordered.

	"Oh how humiliating!" she thought, "not only getting a strapping
but a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age."

	She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her dad
meant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way 
out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her
dad right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons
on her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them 
off, past her shapely hips and to the floor.

	"Panties too" said her father, and then lay down across the bed."

	"Please dad, can't I leave them on, it'll hurt just as bad," she
pleaded, thinking how embarrasing it would be for her to have to
expose her maturing body to her father.

	"You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!" he 
exclaimed.

	She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing her
panties and draping her body across the bed.

	"Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told.

	SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from
Ann's throat, OWWW!

	SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap landed again and again on
the unprotected cheecks until she lost count. The strapping seemed
to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes
or so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom.

	WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each stroke
causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th stroke
she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty 
girls do at these times, "PLEASE DADDY, I-I'M SORRY, I'LL BE A G-GOOD
GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!.

	The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her
ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand.

	"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?"
he asked.

	The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she had 
begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, and she
had almost forgotten that she was about to recieve another that would
surely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom's 
credit card to the limit without telling him.

	She could only shake her head and murmer a soft "no, but I'm sorry
Tom, it won't happen again."

	"I know it won't Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with your
bottom you'll think twice before charging our card up like that
again." "I've decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of
that, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed
with one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart."

	"Oh no Tom, not the strop, please!"

	The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it on
her before, it was thick and Tom had made sure to always keep the 
leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to use
it before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was being
punished for real.

	"Please, just use your belt,"she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears
as Tom was already getting it out of their closet.

	"Don't try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it and
there's nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and 
take down those panties," he commanded.

	Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking a
thumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her ankles
and straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the mattress
with one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be a
spanking she would never forget.

	Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Tom pulled her back until
her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes
sitting right at the edge.

	"Are you ready for your punishment Ann?" he asked.

	"Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry."

	WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning.

	"OOOOOOOOHHHH" Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!"

	Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across her
tender ass.

	"OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!"

	Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, briging it 
firmly down across both cheecks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK!
CRAACK!, SMAACK!.

	Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never
experienced a burning like this in her behind before, "PLEASE, NO MORE
TOM, I'M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!"

	Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddening
backside.

	WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE", was all she could say, 
her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce the
heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through
all of her crying Tom continued undaunted.

	WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find it's
mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the 
belt on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann's crying was 
one continuous wail.

	"OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!"

	But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time
Tom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, some
already turning a light blue with white weals on either side of 
where the strop had landed.

	As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent 
over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the 
bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to
the hilt into Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the last
time her pussy felt so hot or wet.

	As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into 
her and was surprised at how hot she felt, she came almost at 
once, and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips of
her toes to the top of her head it felt like. Tom fucked her from
behind like that until she came three more times, then he released
what felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some spilling
out around his engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom   
kissed the remaining tears from Ann's face, and told her all was 
forgiven, they both agreed however, that that was one of the most
intense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced.

	As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool clean bringing
it slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night and both
agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major 
infractions, and secretly Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that long
before he had to use it on her again.

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