"What did you just say, young lady!?" her father's voice boomed behind her.
Donna jumped and then froze. Even her brother's eyes grew wide in disbelief. Of all the rotten timing for him to come into the room.
"D-D-Dad, wait," Donna stammered, "I was-"
"You were nothing," he cut her off, angry and already turning red. He took firm hold of her arm and started pulling her away. Donna's brother disappeared, either excited at the prospect of his older sister getting into trouble or scared for his own backside. It didn't matter. Donna was busted and she knew she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it.
Before Donna realized what was happening, she was being dragged down the hall toward her parents' room. She wanted to wiggle away but was also afraid she would only make things worse for herself. She knew what was coming.
Donna was being marched, an unfortunate walk of shame, her feet barely touching the floor. Her arm hurt but she knew her bottom was about to hurt a lot more.
In the bedroom she noticed the windows were wide open and she cringed, wanting desperately to ask to close them but unable to find her voice. The neighborhood would evidently be able to hear every awful second of her embarrassment. Her father pulled her toward the bed, sat down and then began unbuckling her jeans himself.
"Dad, please don't spank me," she whined. "I'm too old."
There was probably some truth in what she was saying. It was doubtful that many other 18-year-old high school graduates on the verge of starting college classes were subject to spankings that summer, but Donna had used a forbidden word in a very vulgar way. Rules were rules and she still very much relied on her parents for money, support and a place to live.
"Young lady, it has been far too long since you've felt the sting of my hand on your butt and I aim to correct that right now. You've been begging for a spanking all summer."
Her pants and panties were shamefully yanked to her knees and then Donna was awkwardly bent over her father's knee. She wanted desperately to take her spanking quietly but knew it was futile. It was only later when she thought about how the bedroom door was left open too allowing for a full show for her brother if he dared to find the bravery.
In a sense, her father was also right. It had been years since Donna was last spanked and her behavior had been slipping. Even she would admit that she had gotten away with a lot in recent months. In a weird way, this spanking was almost overdue. Her father spanked hard too, clearly intent on making up for lost time, leaving two bright red handprints on each of Donna's cheeks with the first two spanks.
By the time it was over, she was thoroughly chastened. In fact, Donna was a sobbing wreck. She was allowed to run off to her bedroom where she promptly cried herself to sleep, red ass uncovered and pointed upward. But it was a spanking that her brother and some of the neighborhood kids talked about for years. A legendary butt blistering that no one who heard it would forget any time soon.
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