Then her father made her kneel on the chair, laying over the back of it so that her bottom, now pointed upward, was facing the rest of the room. Her sisters, brother and mother were going to learn the lesson, too - with front row seats. This type of behavior was NOT going to be tolerated in his house AND you were never too old for a good, hard spanking.
Her father did not waste any time. He pulled her underwear down low enough to expose her whole bottom, took one of her own sandals and began to spank her with it. Each swat echoed like a gunshot and her bottom cheeks immediately blossomed into fiery red orbs. He lectured as he spanked, emphasizing certain words with well-timed smacks against her scarlet bum.
It was difficult for her to stay still. She tried desperately to wiggle her bottom away from the onslaught but it didn't work. Every swat landed, exploding against her raw skin. The spanking continued until there was nothing but a steady stream of wet sobs and pleading apologies.
Sent to her room in disgrace, not allowed to pull her panties back up or lower her skirt to cover her blistered buns until she had completed her walk of shame upstairs. Downstairs, they could hear her muffled cries as she wept into her pillow. She had earned herself a helluva spanking and that's just what she received. There was sympathy lingering in the room, but no one denied that the punishment was deserved and fit the crime.
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