Fessée Cul Nu

Originally from one of the amazing @oliviaasks 's videos.

J'ai peut être 24 ans, mais j'habite encore chez vous. Et je crois que cela me ferait vraiment du bien de recevoir une bonne fessée lorsque je le mérite.

Oui Maman ! Même déculottée, bien sûr ! Et même à la brosse à cheveux si j'ai vraiment fait une grosse bêtise 😨

Susie got spanked at home. 

They were real, hard spankings for real misdeeds. Most frequently, she was spanked for her attitude, but breaking the rules, especially coming in after curfew, resulted in plenty of sore bottoms too. If Susie swore or lied or talked back, she might get her mouth washed out with soap in addition to a spanking. Spankings were always given on the bare. No question. Afterwards, the soreness would linger for days and make sitting comfortably very difficult.

But Susie was not alone. Her sisters were spanked too. Often, Susie and her sisters got spanked together or, at the very least, in front of each of other. 

The ultimate punishment though was the strap. If you messed up enough to get a dose of that, you got it bare ass naked and you got it in front of the entire family. Everyone learned a lesson on the night of strapping. And since house rules applied as long as you lived at home, Susie, who was the oldest and most rebellious among her sisters, was bending over the arm of the couch to get her butt whipped well into her twenties. 

Well that certainly didn't take long.

Georgia missed curfew three times and earned herself a trip over her mother's knee. The fact that she was a college graduate and 22-years-old seemed to matter very little to her mother. Sure, Georgia argued and tried to talk her way out of it, but it was an argument she could never win. She knew the rules. She had, in fact, agreed to them knowing full well what the consequences would be when she decided to move back home in the first place.

So, it happened. Georgia got a spanking Sunday afternoon when her mother returned home from church. It was just like old times, bottom bare and very quickly beet red. First, it was her mother's hand and then came the dreaded hairbrush. Her butt was straight-up BLISTERED by the time it was all over. And that doesn't even account for the shameful begging and pleading and sobbed-out promises to be a good girl. 

And then it's straight to bed. Even though it's only 2 PM and the sun is still shining bright. Georgia's grounded for the rest of the day and not allowed out of her room. If her ass wasn't burning so much, maybe she'd remember to use her phone to check for apartments in town! 

Her mouth had a way of prolonging the punishment. 

A simple spanking just never seemed to be enough. Even standing in the corner, with her jeans and panties already around her knees and her arms folded behind her back, she would inevitably say something to reignite her momma's rage. Her sore, pinkish bottom would once again become the target and her momma would whale away with wild, burning smacks until she tired herself out. Both of them would feel the aftereffects for days, sore all over, throats raw from the screaming and the crying.

She was a hardheaded girl though and these spankings, as shameful as they were, continued long past a point when any of her friends or siblings were still subject to corporal punishment. All through college and even up to her mid-twenties, until she finally moved away from her momma's house for good. She never seemed particularly bitter about it though and later in life, she even remarked on occasion that she missed a firm hand in her life and appreciated a good butt whoopin'.

(And even after!)

A red-bottomed, blubbering mess, complete with tears and snot dripping from her face, left in total disgrace after being given a long overdue and damn good spanking.

After a good butt whoopin', it's easy to fall asleep. She is drained - emotionally and physically. There is also a strange comfort and familiarity with a pillow wet with her tears. Her spanking cleans the slate. Everything goes back to zero.