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When Danielle’s father remarried, his young wife Elise insisted on a summer-long honeymoon in Europe. Dani wasn’t invited, of course: instead, she was sent to live with her stepmother’s relatives in Oklahoma, Aunt Connie, Uncle Ted, and her two new step-cousins, Rebecka and Timothy.
Dani knew her Aunt and Uncle were strict, some kind of reformed Christians, with very conservative views, but she was shocked when, after her first dinner at their house, Aunt Connie ordered Rebecka to strip to her shoes and ankle socks and bend over the back of the sofa for a spanking.
“This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.”
Rebecka was a pretty eighteen-year-old, barely two years younger than Dani, too old for a naked spanking, Dani thought, especially in front of the entire household. Lower lip quivering, Rebecka followed her mother’s curt instructions: pulling her dress off over her head, then skimming her flowered panties all the way down to her ankles.
Dani felt a quick shiver of excitement when she realized that the plump mound above the girl’s pussy was hairless, shaved perfectly clean. Rebecka had a sweet little body, narrow hips, slender legs, small, round breasts, the pink nipples achingly erect. Her tight gymnast’s buttocks parted as she bent submissively over the sofa, fully exposing her pink cuntlips from behind, the tight pink star of her asshole.
There was an odd, almost ritual quality to the whole thing, Dani thought, is if they’d all been through it a thousand times. Aunt Connie positioned her daughter just so, head down, knees wide apart, hands on top of her head. Rebecka began to weep softly and beg for leniency, the pitch of her voice rising a half-octave as Uncle Ted greased his middle finger with Vaseline, then pushed it slowly into his daughter’s anus.
“Please, Daddy,” Rebecka squealed, Uncle Ted’s big finger drilling into her rectum. “Please, not the ginger, not tonight! I promise I’ll be good!”
“They’re going to give her a ginger suppository,” Timothy explained, snickering, his prick tenting the front of his slacks. He was fourteen, a shy, slender boy who played chess and owned a set of instructions for making pipe bombs. “It burns really bad. In five minutes she’ll be begging for an enema.”
“Here it comes, Becky,” Uncle Ted said, removing a fat, gel-coated capsule from a foil packet. “Just a little something to help you remember those Bible verses.” He spread her taut buttocks, then firmly pressed the capsule into her greased asshole. She squealed, slender thighs twitching as he drove it deep into her rectum with his finger.
The capsule’s coating started to melt immediately. Rebecka moaned and pranced nervously from foot to foot, her father’s long, thick finger inside her as far as it would go, holding the terrible pill in place.
“She’s getting a little tight back here, Connie,” Uncle Ted remarked, rotating his finger deep in Rebecka’s asshole. “You know what Brother Joshua would say!”
” ‘A girl in training is an obedient girl,’ ” Aunt Connie recited. “I’ll make sure she’s back in harness when she goes to school tomorrow.”
Dani shot Timothy a quizzical look. Who was brother Joshua? What kind of training did they mean? Timothy only licked his lips and smiled enigmatically.
When Uncle Ted was satisfied that the suppository had melted completely, he worked his middle finger in and out of Rebecka’s asshole several times, spreading the caustic liquid inside her, instructing her to bear down as if she were having a bowel movement.
“Ohhh, Daddy,” she moaned, buttocks flexing, sphincter winking spastically open and shut around his finger. “Ooohhh, it burns!”
The spanking itself was quick and brutal, twelve hard strokes delivered with a flexible leather- wrapped crop, which Aunt Connie selected from among several paddles, crops and flails hung in an antique cupboard. Weeping openly, wailing for mercy, Becky squealed as the crop kissed her buttocks and upper thighs, each stroke leaving a long, crimson welt. Then she was told to stand in the corner, bent forward slightly to better display her whipped backside, hands still on top of her head. After twenty minutes, Timothy explained, she’d be given an enema and put to bed.
When the time came and Rebecka was led to the upstairs bathroom by Aunt Connie, Timothy motioned for Dani to join him, and they followed at a safe distance.
“You’ve got to see this,” he said. The bathroom door wasn’t quite shut, evidently the house had settled, and none of the doors closed all the way. A thin shaft of light fell across the hallway. Timothy positioned himself beside the narrow crack and gestured for Dani to follow suit.
Dani knelt down, peering into the brightly lit bathroom. A thick white bath-towel was spread out on the tile floor; Rebecka crouched there on knees and elbows. Aunt Connie sat on a low stool at her hip, smearing a plastic nozzle with Vaseline. The nozzle was surprisingly large, Dani thought, about seven inches long and twice the circumference of a man’s thumb, with a significant bulb at its tip. It was attached to a slim rubber hose, depending like a tail from a red rubber enema bag, which hung, in turn, from a tall chrome stand on wheels.
“Hurry, Mommy,” Rebecka moaned, reaching back to spread her buttocks apart, small breasts flattening into the towel. “Hurry and put it in me. I feel like I’m on fire!”
Dani knelt down, peering into the brightly lit bathroom. A thick white bath-towel was spread out on the tile floor; Rebecka crouched there on knees and elbows. Aunt Connie sat on a low stool at her hip, smearing a plastic nozzle with Vaseline. The nozzle was surprisingly large, Dani thought, about seven inches long and twice the circumference of a man’s thumb, with a significant bulb at its tip. It was attached to a slim rubber hose, depending like a tail from a red rubber enema bag, which hung, in turn, from a tall chrome stand on wheels.
“Hurry, Mommy.” Rebecka moaned, reaching back to spread her buttocks apart, small breasts flattening into the towel. “Hurry and put it in me. I feel like I’m on fire!”
Aunt Connie chuckled. “Hold your horses, young lady,” she said, working the bulbed nozzle past her daughter’s spasming anus. “We’ll see how enthusiastic you are about taking that second quart.” Rebecka groaned, toes curling as the big nozzle disappeared between her rounded buttocks. Dani couldn’t imagine having an object that size pushed into her asshole, yet Rebecka seemed to accept it fairly easily.
“Two quarts,” whispered Timothy. “Ever had two quarts of water squirted up inside you?”
Dani shook her head. The very thought made her sphincter tighten in sympathy.
“She’ll be running to the toilet for the next three days.”
Rebecka made little mewing sounds as the water began to flow, gurgling, into her bowels, the enema bag collapsing as it emptied. Aunt Connie smiled and worked the bulbed nozzle smoothly back and forth in Rebecka’s asshole, thoroughly irrigating her daughter’s burning rear canal.
Rebecka’s expression changed gradually, from one of relief at the water’s cooling effects, to heavy-lidded, open-mouthed arousal. Her hips began to roll slowly, meeting each long thrust of the nozzle; her inner pussy lips pouted open, pink and moist with nectar.
“Ooohhh, Mommeee,” she moaned, Aunt Connie working the nozzle briskly back and forth in her flooding rectum. “It’s making me, I think I’m going to…”
A fine blush saddled Becky’s narrow backside, and then she cried out, hips bucking comically, a sheen of cunt juice glistening on her inner thighs.
“For heaven’s sakes, Rebecca,” Aunt Connie scowled, pistoning the nozzle’s full length in and out of her daughter’s twitching backside. “You’re like a bitch in heat. You’ve just earned yourself a bedtime spanking, and another tomorrow morning.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy, I couldn’t help it!” Becky panted. Her youthful brow was furrowed, her lips pressed into a tight little “o.” Now that her climax was fading, she seemed to grow suddenly aware of the pressure building inside her. Her belly looked slightly swollen, Dani thought, the enema filling her up like a water balloon.
“Ooohhhh, Mommeee, ” Rebecka groaned at last, tossing her chestnut ponytail. “I don’t think I can take anymore!”
“Nonsense, young lady,” Aunt Connie declared. “You’ve still got most of a quart to go. Let’s get that backside up a little higher, so the water can run right down inside you.”
Becky did as she was told, drawing her knees almost to her chin, obediently raising her backside as far as she could. Anus pointed at the ceiling, face pressed into the fluffy towel, she produced a series of low groans as the warm water flooded her insides, encroaching deeper and deeper into her bowels.
“That’s a girl,” Aunt Connie crooned, still stroking the big nozzle in and out of Becky’s asshole. “Almost there, just a little more…”
And then the world ended, the sky rained fire and the earth opened up and swallowed them all, or at least this is what Dani found herself wishing, because at that moment, just as Aunt Connie squeezed the last half cup of water out of the red enema bag and into her quivering daughter, Timothy sneezed.
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From the age of 8 on, (it may have started earlier but I don't remember), my father would stick his fingers into my anus after and while he spanked me.

At 10 after a particularly savage beating in which I argued about it, my father came up to my room afterwards, under guise of making sure their was no damage, made me pull down my pants and underpants under threat of another beating and raped me, holding my head to the pillow, threatening me with death if I screamed or told anyone.

At 11 my father brought me down to his printing plant on a Saturday under guise of showing me his business and beat me and raped me.

At 12 my father took me on a trip with him to Philadelphia to buy some printing equipment, we stayed in a hotel and he beat me and raped me.

I grew up the oldest of three kids in a small town in NH. My parents were the hardest on me. I don't remember my brother or sister ever getting spanked. I got spanked a good number of times.

I have only a handful of memories before age 8.

The first spanking I remember was when I was 8. I don't remember what I did wrong but I do remember that my father really beat my bare bottom real hard for that in the bathroom.

The next spanking I remember was also when I was 8. I had gotten into my mother's perfume in my parent's room and she got angry with me and pulled down my pants and underpants and spanked my bare bottom real hard with her hand.

When I was in 3rd grade. Two boys and I got in trouble. The teacher kept us behind when the rest of the class went to recess. She pulled down our pants and underpants and took us over her lap and spanked our bare bottoms hard with a ruler. We had to watch each other get their bare bottoms spanked.

I was at a pediatrician friend of my mother's house playing with their two sons, who were my age. We were in their bedroom with our pants and underpants down around our ankles exploring each other's bodies. The father came into the room and got angry and gave each one of us a good hard sound bare bottom spanking with his hand in front of each other.

When I was in fourth grade a teacher told my parents that I needed more discipline.. They took it to mean that I needed to be spanked more. So they decided that I needed to get spanked every week for a number of weeks. So every week after my bath I would get my bare bottom spanked by my father with his hand.

When I was 10 I was out playing with a gang of younger kids. I made this kid pull down his pants and photographed his bare bottom. When the pictures came back from developing my mother noticed the picture of the kid's bare bottom and she got real angry at me and my parents confronted me with it and I tried to lie about it. It came out that I photographed that kid's bare bottom. They were furious. My mother was adamat that I get spanked and my mother insisted that my father spank me. My father was furious and went out to the garage and got a piece of 1x3. My brother and sister were there in the living room. My father made me pull down my pants and underpants and he beat me over his lap with that piece of 1x3 really hard for a good long time and when I cried he said that he would beat me harder. Then they let me get up and go to my room.

Another time when I was 10 I was playing doctor with this other little girl my age. She made me take off all my clothes and played doctor with me. She told me about a place where she had been where people went around without their clothes. We almost got caught When I got home I was around my brother and some neighbors. I pulled down my pants to demonstrate what she told me about and my brother ratted me out to my parents.

My parents got furious and dragged me in and confronted me. It came out that I had played doctor with the little girl and they were furious. My mother insisted that my father spank me I tried to resist. They insisted My father went out to the garage and got a piece of 1x3. My brother and sister and the neighbors were there in the living room. My father made me pull down my pants and underpants and pulled me over his lap and beat my bare bottom with that piece of 1x3 real hard for a good long time and when I cried they said to stop and he would beat me harder. Then they let me get up and go to my room.

The last time I got beaten was when I was 14. My sister was torturing me. They told me that I needed to be tough and not let them get to me. Well I got furious at my sister and punched her. She ran into my father and complained. My sister and my brother and a neighbor friend were there in the living room. My father got furious at me and he went and got a piece of metal bar. He made me pull down my pants and underpants and beat my bare bottom with that piece of metal bar real hard for a good long time. He apologized after the fact for losing control but not for the beating.

I don't remember how many times I was hit in each instance, but my gut tells me that it was a lot and the last 3 were for a good long time.

Every year on my birthday I would get a birthday spanking which was given over my clothes the number of years I was plus five for good measure.

From the time I was 12 on I got fascinated with spanking and spanked myself in private. As a teenager I would spank myself and jerk off. I drew pictures about spanking and wrote stories about spanking.

When I was thirteen I played spanking with a couple of neighbor kids. I gathered that they got spanked and we spanked each other over our clothes over our laps.

I had a conversation with my brother recently to check out my sense that he wasn't spanked. He said he was spanked 3 times up to the age of nine, no more than 5 swats to the bare bottom. By comparison mine were several magnitudes worse than his, particularly the last 3.

Thoughts and Suspicions about spanking

I don't have many memories before age 8 and not that many between 8 and 12. I did some journalling when I was with my first therapist and wrote down thoughts and suspicions about other spankings.

When I was smaller probably 6 or so and I was dressed up in some new clothes and I went outside and got them dirty and got spanked for it.

Incident at 7 when I was in the doctor's office and had to take off all my clothes and was left alone for quite a while and I don't know what happened but I ran outside naked. I don't know if anything happened, but I suspect I must have been most definitely soujndly spanked for it.

I recall getting a whole series of bare bottom spankings after my bath when I was 9 or 10 on Saturday. I have reason to believe these spankings may have been associated with a demerit system.

Strong Willed and willful. It was reported that when I was told to do something, I would do the opposite. Apparently if they told me not to do something I did it, so they told me to do things they wanted me not to do. I suspect I got spanked a lot around this.

7-9 My father would say "I'm going to come in there and spank you if you don't be quiet and go to sleep".
There may have been some incidents where I was bothering my mother in the store and she threatened me with being spanked on the spot there in the supermarket.

The spanking did very little for my behavior in 4th grade I got a D in conduct and Penmanship, and did a whole bunch of bad things nobody knew about.

I think. I definitely remember getting birthday spankings up to the age of 14. I remember being confused, humiliated and embarassed. They weren't on my bare bottom and they weren't hard, but because of the earlier incidents.
For me, I was constantly threatened with being spanked. There were always these threats around, and they carried out these threats as well.
From what I can tell, I was spanked a lot as a child. I believe I was one of the cases where it snowballs. It became I bel
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