After several excruciating hours of waiting, Mary’s grandfather finally arrived.
She could hear him downstairs talking to her mother. It had been many years since she had last gone over his knee, but she distinctly remembered crying very hard during that previous spanking. She also had a memory of the sting afterwards being so much worse than anything she felt after a punishment from her mother.
Nervously, Mary paced around her bedroom, awaiting her fate.
She felt like a fool. She had already taken her skirt off and was wearing just her top and white cotton panties. Her ass still tingled from the wild, flailing smacks her mother had given her during that shameful chase up the steps. Mary kept telling herself that she was much more upset about her elderly grandfather seeing her naked from the waist down (she had no doubt she would be spanked on the bare) but deep down, she was afraid that she would cry from the pain too. Technically, Mary was a 19-year-old woman, but she was definitely a big baby when it came to things like that.
And then, finally, there were footsteps on the stairs.
Mary’s heart raced like it was trying to burst forth from her chest. Under her arms were damp with sweat. Her grandfather ascended the staircase much slower than Mary’s mother, but it all seemed to go so fast anyway. Time was running out! Her bedroom door was opening just as Mary was wildly considering climbing out of her window.
“Hello, Mary,” her grandfather greeted her. His voice was low, firm. It was clear that his aim was to be polite but not cheerful. It was a voice that let Mary know there was urgent business that needed attending to regarding her bare bottom.
“Your mother has told me what happened,” he continued, “And I’m not interested in hearing your side of things. Both she and I are very disappointed in your behavior and we expect more from you, especially at your age. We both agree that a spanking is in order.”
“But-” Mary tried to interject.
Her grandfather held up his hand.
“I know you probably think you’re too old,” he said, stopping her protest dead in its tracks. “But age has nothing to do with need. You need to be disciplined and so you shall. Besides, when your mother was your age, I tanned her bottom thoroughly on several occasions.”
This was news to Mary and though she was intrigued for sure, it did little to ease her mind in the moment.
Her grandfather moved across the room and sat on her bed. Mary blushed when it dawned on her that she was just standing there in her underwear and then the blush darkened when she realized her panties would soon be coming down. She knew her mother was likely listening in on the proceedings and the injustice of it all brought tears close already.
“I’m going to spank you over my knee, with my hand” he told her, “and then you’ll get the strap. Then, we’ll have no more business like the kind we had today. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Mary managed, her lip quivering.
“Lift your shirt, Mary,” he said.
She complied and then her grandfather was grabbing hold of her underwear. He yanked them to her knees and suddenly she was standing there in front of him, exposed. She could feel herself blushing wildly once again, very nearly dizzy from it all. He slowly guided her over his knees and though it was a relief to conceal her frontal nakedness, there was still something so shameful about having her bare bottom up in the air. It was downright childish, as well as humiliating.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she heard a weak voice say. It was her own voice, but it didn’t quite sound like her. She sounded so timid and far away.
Maybe the old man had lost something over time. Maybe he couldn’t spank very hard anymore. Maybe-
Mary howled. Her punishment had begun.
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