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As you know, through a series of strange events I wound up getting myself spanked bare bum by my husband in front of my Mom and my Dad.

Yup. In the dining room, across my husband's lap, pants at my ankles, panties at my knees, my bare bum directly facing and not five feet away from my Dad. David reddened my bottom with 20 resounding smacks, and I started crying a bit from the emotions. You can read all about it in Honesty is the Very Best Policy.

It really wasn't a spanking for anything. I wanted to "come out" to my parents as a spanked wife, and I guess this was more demonstration than punishment as things turned out. Oh yes, there was a "thought crime" of me thinking I would do the coming out in a more theatrical manner with some dish breaking involved, but I didn't do it in the end. And there was a question of a bit of an argument about it with my husband. But if I'm being honest, the spanking I got was more because David asked on my behalf if I could be spanked in their house (the house I grew up in and where I was spanked as a child), and my Mom and Dad assumed we were asking if I could be spanked in front of them, and they agreed, and then David just went with that. So that's a thing, apparently.

My Mom especially was really understanding. She's into "alternative therapies" sorts of things, and I "sold it" as me feeling down and wanting to reconnect to my inner child. Hence the reason I was in a spanking relationship with my husband, and my craving to be spanked in an embarrassing fashion in my childhood home where they could know about it.

My older sister Sue (who is lesbian) knows all about my husband's and my spanking fetish, and even joins in pretty freely and enjoys the fetish herself. My recently getting into a more "disciplinary style" relationship with my husband is something she does not get, but "fine whatever" is her attitude. Sue elected to stay away from that Sunday dinner to give me and David some privacy to "come out". During the conversation Mom asked if Sue knows because Mom knows that Sue and I are very close. I answered that she did know, and then blurted that Sue has spanked me as well, which is true, but no reason that Mom and Dad need to know that, and really, really not my business to tell them.

Next day I called Sue to tell her all about the previous night's events. She was pretty surprised that I got myself spanked bare butt in front of them! I told her the whole story, and then I apologized to her for blurting out private information about her involvement. She did not seem terribly fussed. I reassured her that my comments were taken as me asking her to do it more for disciplinary reasons at my request. She laughed when I related Mom's comment that she thought Sue always wanted to spank me as she thought I got off too easy as a kid.

Sue really dug into all the details. She wanted the complete how, what, where, when, why breakdown. She wanted to know exactly where David placed the chair and which way it was facing. She wanted to know what I was wearing, and then when and how my pants were taken down, and likewise for my panties. She wanted to know if I thought Dad had a clear view of me as I was being spanked (he certainly did). She called me a total perv. She wanted to know how many spanks and how hard. If it was just his hand or did I get the wooden spoon, as she certainly would have given me the wooden spoon, or handed it to David had she been there. Was I red at the end? Did I cry? Was I wet? Did I need to stand in the corner? Was I facing them at any time with my pants and panties down? And all that. She also wanted all the details of all the conversation. She said she'd phone Mom and tell her we talked and get her thoughts and relay them back to me.

Two days later I'm talking again to Sue. She had had a nice long phone conversation with Mom, mostly about me. Sue said that Mom sort of defended my choices. That I was clearly feeling a bit blue and was escaping things by regressing to a more childish state with the "spanking nonsense". Mom said how I had used "baby talk" when discussing it with them. Sue asked why they let me do it in front of them> Mom said because David and I had asked and she saw no harm in it, and was actually interested to observe the dynamic. She said I was very much like a child. That the spanking was not very hard but that I was crying softly at the end, and seemed as if I had a burden lifted. So she thought it was fine. She also said "and anyways your father enjoyed the show." (!!!)

Mom asked Sue about her spanking me. Sue said that David and I were really very kinky, and she's seen more than a few spankings over the years as a favour to me, but the "real discipline" thing is relatively new. Sue said that I had a preview of that as I had pushed some inappropriate boundaries with her, and had payed the price with a long hard session with the big wooden spoon across her lap, which is what I had referred to.

So, Mom thinks I'm searching for my "inner child" through spanking, and Dad "enjoyed the show". Yeesh!

My thoughts with almost a week's perspective. My husband, my Dad, my Mom, and even my Big Sister to a certain extent, have merged into this one "parental figure". I kind of like that they all know. It makes me feel warm and comfy inside.

The spanking in front of my parents was out of the blue. I really was going there with zero expectation of any spanking happening. I was going to explain to them my choice to become a spanked wife, and to get a reaction and maybe lay some groundwork for something to happen slowly down the line. I wasn't even expecting an accepting reaction. So I really had to screw up all my courage just to go that far.

When David made me talk about my silly glass breaking idea, and my desire to be spanked outside of the home, I felt something was coming. When he then asked their permission to spank me there, my heart fluttered. But I really thought we would be going upstairs for my spanking, which is what we had discussed but discarded as being too risque, and would have been bad enough. Instead, my parents immediately assumed we meant right there, in the dining room, in front of them. I started hyper-ventilating at that point! David had the good sense to ask pants up or pants down, and my Dad had the bad sense to suggest that David needed to keep his eye on his work.

Dad didn't even need to think about that. He said that right away. I think he actually wanted to see his grown daughter stripped bare below the waist (and likely above the waist as well!). David, on the other hand, was a total perv and oriented me and bent me over in such that my Dad had a closeup view of my pussy writhing and winking at him from between my legs as my husband spanked me.

This is me.
And this is literally the view I presented to my Dad.

It's just too fucking embarrassing. I've been studying some photos of myself that I've posted in the past, like the one above. That is what he saw. Not only that, but that across my husband's knee getting my bum spanked, with the inevitable moving around of the legs that entails as the spanks start having more effect. What, the actual, fuck????

You know, the panties do not need to go down to the knees, right? You can perfectly well spank a girl with her panties pulled "modestly" down to just below the butt cheeks, right? Why did David have to pull them down to my knees???!!!! What kind of fucking point was he making anyways?

But that's what I masturbate to. The thought of my pussy writhing around under the belt as Daddy whips my ass. It's why I posted earlier this week Pussy Whipping. I've become a bit obsessed with the view I presented, and that my Dad objectively enjoyed. In my fevered thoughts it's a small jump to the pussy whipping I saw. I masturbated to those videos, imagining it was me under Daddy's belt.

I've been a very bad girl. Daddy strips me naked and puts me on the bed.  He gets out his belt and he whips me on my ass, my thighs, and even my butt hole and my crack!

One of the strokes grazes my pussy lips. "DADDY! FUCK! NO! NOT THERE!" What is this foul language? This disobedience. "Hold it open!" he commands.

I must hold my own pussy lips apart as he whips me there. Then I have to roll over and continue holding myself apart.

After I've been whipped to Daddy's satisfaction, he makes me stay there. I may not move an inch. He says Mommy will be up in a moment to apply lotion.

Mommy comes up with the lotion. I am shaking in pain. She goes "tsk, tsk, what have you done now, young lady? You know you shouldn't anger your father so. This is what you get when you do." Mom sits beside me and applies soothing lotion to my pussy lips. She parts me gingerly and realizes she needs to apply lotion even deep inside my vagina, and onto my clitoris.

"Mommy, Mommy, no!" I cry as her spreading the lotion begins having a sexual effect on me.

"Hush now," she says, "it's perfectly normal for a girl to feel that way after a whipping."

"Mommy, what's happening?"

"Shhhh. You're having an orgasm."

"No. Mama. No Please. I don't know what's happening! Oh God! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!"

My last, actual, masturbation session. Complete with me spanking my own pussy, and then me applying lube to my vagina imagining it is Mom's hand. And then cumming. BLUSH!