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I'm standing in the corner, once again, with my hot red ass exposed.  It has been roasted most effectively by Tania, my just turned thirteen daughter.  Today was the first time that she roasted my bottom.  Tania did not have permission or direction from anyone to do such a thing but decided on her own that I – her father – was deserving of such discipline without any delay.

I know that both my mother and my wife would have come to the same conclusion if they had known the details of my MISconduct and most certainly would have done the deed had they been here.  It is just that it came as a shock for I have not been spanked by a girl, er, young lady since I was a teen.  I guess that it would be better if I start at the beginning.

I was raised in a family that believed in spanking a boy for each and every misdeed so that he would grow up to be a good husband, father and citizen.  The practice was such that only males got spanked and only females spanked.  In the rare case a girl did anything wrong or improper she would just get a gentle admonishment from her mother.  Yes, definitely unfair but that is the way it was.

I can't say exactly when my first spanking was but it certainly was before I started grade school.  All I can remember was what was common to all of them back when I was a little kid.  Mom would grab me and hold me with a vice-like grip so that I could not run away.  Then she would open (if necessary) my pants and yank them down.  Of course, that included my underpants.  Yes, they were tightie-whities as mother insisted (even until I got married) that is what little boys wear.  Things could go several ways at that point.  I might just get a few hard slaps from her hand or for slightly more serious offenses from her wooden spoon.  Serious issues got me over her lap and it was hard SPANK, SPANK, SPANK for a long time.  I cried every time she did that.

Only two things changed as I got older.  She did not have to grip me like I was an unfortunate rabbit caught by a hawk in her talons as I had learnt that running was counter productive for it earned me additional spanks.  Second, I was more aware that my modesty was of no import to any of them and knew I had to accept that.  It did not matter where we were or who was around for my pants and undies would come down and everything was exposed.  My sister, Karen, and her friends loved the show and always managed to be around for the show when I had been naughty.© YLeeCoyote

Mother even encouraged her because she would be a mother some day with her own boys to discipline.  That was also true for more immediate events.  She claimed that Karen also needed to learn how to spank because she had to spank the little boys she babysat.  Initially, it was just play like stuff for although I did lose my jeans but thankfully not my undies and she only delivered love taps.

By the time she was eleven she was beginning to show signs of puberty while I was much slower to start that wonderful change.  That gave Mom an excuse to take it the next step and pull my underpants down also.  "You are just a little boy, Ronny, so no need for false modesty."  I may not have had hair down there but I was a teen but this apparently did not count.  My kid sister got to see me officially as well all the observations that just happened.  This definitely emboldened her.

There was one point of agreement between Karen and me and that was that we did not want a babysitter even by another name.  We, actually mainly she, managed to convince Mom to leave us alone one evening.  That evening I made the big mistake of returning late especially since it was a school night.  Karen threatened to report my transgression unless I accepted the standard punishment from her.  She pointed out that would mean I could not go out but would also have to have a sitter and I would get spanked.  I gave in.

The orders came in rapid fire and soon I was starkers over my kid sister's lap getting spanked.  It was neither a strange nor unfamiliar position but it was the first time that our mother was not present and directing.  Karen gave me a right proper spanking so that I even cried a bit and then did some corner time.  It was a clever part of her plan not to be excessive so as to make me more compliant and it worked.  I knew I had been properly and justly punished so only more bad things could happen if I complained.

Similar things happened and a couple of her friends got in on the fun.  I was totally doomed once Mother learnt of it for she fully approved even wholeheartedly endorsing it and greatly praised my sister.  That was the beginning of many girls spanking me.  They were Karen's friends initially but the group expanded at parties and then to my girl friends.  A few boys spanked me at parties but generally they preferred watching the girls do it.

It seems that some things run in families.  Marty, my son, takes after me and my daughter after my sister, her aunt, with respect to spanking.  With the encouragement of both my wife and sister, Tania spanks Marty just as my sister spanked me.  He hates it, just like I did, but is powerless, just as I was, to stop it.  My wife has promised that she will spank me in front of Marty if I do anything other than tell him that it is right and proper for Tania to spank him and that he must accept it.

I feel sorry for my son when he incurs his sister's wrath because she is a superb spanker.  I was a witness a few weeks ago when they had a disagreement and she declared that he had disrespected her.  That, she insisted, earned a spanking and ordered him to fetch the hairbrush.  Marty did his best to apologize and begged her not to spank him but she was totally adamant.  So after a short delay, he did as he was told and soon was standing in front of her, downcast, and handing her the feared brush.

As she opened his jeans and lowered them to his ankles quickly followed by his underpants while she gave him a scathing lecture.  If it had been directed at me, I know that I would have been devastated.  Then Tania pulled her wilted brother over her lap, gripped him tightly and began to spank.  First, a few spanks with her hand which were definitely hard and even left hand prints.  That was followed with spanks with the heavy hairbrush that really packs a wallop.  In a few minutes he was crying.  I'm sure he was thinking about being careful what he says to her as he stood in the corner.  I was glad that I had not received that spanking as I too would have been crying.

Well, back to the present.  I'm parked in the corner.  My hands are on my head.  My ears are ringing from the lecture.  I am naked.  My ass is ablaze.  I feel like a little boy.  Tania has spanked me for the first time.  All sorts of things are passing through my head as my blazing hot butt is heating up the room.  I was supposed to have been home two hours earlier and have picked up some stuff at the cleaners (which is now closed).  My failure was compounded by the fact that I stopped and had a couple of drinks with my buddies on the way home.  That added two more offences – being irresponsible and driving after drinking (there a zero tolerance policy in effect).

I was only home for a couple of minutes before all my crimes became known.  Tania was absolutely furious; even worse than how my wife gets.  She recognized that I was a repeat offender and even promising to go in the morning to get the stuff didn't mollify her at all.  I quickly learnt that her lecturing skills far exceeded those of any other woman, young or otherwise, that I had previously encountered.  I was crushed in just three minutes like I was hit by a tsunami.  Thus I was feeling like I was a naughty little boy who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Tania kept at me as she saw what it was doing to me.  I was helpless under her onslaught.  She stripped me as I stood there helpless in front of her.  She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me.  I kicked off my shoes on her command without objecting.  Then she removed my pants and underpants making me step out of them.  Each time I lost an item of clothing, I felt even younger and more helpless.

The next thing was she pulled me over her lap.  "Naughty little boys get SPANKED in this house." she said definitively just like my mother had said it.  And I was just as helpless over my daughter's lap as I had been over my mother's lap.  The hairbrush was just as painful as she began to use it.

And the result was the same.  I succumbed to the pain and turned into a bawling naughty little boy being spanked.  That was all I remembered until I realized I was standing in the corner.  Again.  With my ass hanging out.  Regretting my crimes.  The only thing that was different was that it was my daughter who had spanked me.

There was one more humiliation awaiting me.  I suddenly heard Tania say "OK, your corner time is up …" and started to lower my hands when she finished with "… Marty."

As Marty left his corner and went past me I realized that he must have heard everything.  He confirmed it by saying "et tu, Pater." as he passed.

The End

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