Front Yard Spankings

I've been fascinated lately by the concept of the "front yard" or "front porch" spanking as "extra" punishment. I know it's very impractical so has to stay in fantasy land, but OMG, what if?

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I think I was first introduced to it in a spanking story one of my readers said was his all-time favourite. I can't find it now, maybe somebody can point me to it once I describe it? I think it was called "Counting Down From Ten" or something along those lines?

It was about a single mother and her older teenage son. The son was getting increasingly lazy and unruly. There was some straw that broke the camel's back. Mom decided she would punish her son with a first-time ever spanking. He was reluctant and resisted but in the end gave in to matriarchal authority. She told him to take his pants and underpants down. He refused. She said she would count down from ten and if they weren't both down at his ankles by the time she ended her count, she would take him out onto the front porch for his spanking. He continued to resist as she counted down. She counted down as she dragged him by his ear towards the front door. She unlocked the door. He said "ok ok ok ok!". She said she still does not see those pants down and kept counting down. He very quickly pulled his pants down but left his underpants up. She kept counting down saying "I don't see those underpants at your ankles yet" and started opening the front door. He quickly pulled his underpants right down to his ankles, baring himself completely. She closed the door and locked it, took him into the living room, spanked him, and made him stand bare bum in the corner afterwards.

I thought it was so much more exciting and evocative that the front porch spanking didn't happen in this story. We are left to imagine it as being the worst thing in the world! You would actually have your pants pulled down, be put across your Mother's lap, and then be spanked to tears while anybody in the neighbourhood could watch and tease.

And I don't think it's only boys from their Mothers who are potentially at risk. If Daddy gets too fed up with Daughter's antics, she might find herself in the very same situation!

This sort of punishment is reserved for only when you have been at your absolute naughtiest and a example must be made. It is for when a naughty boy or girl has become too big for their britches. It will be a demonstration to the entire neighbourhood that in fact this "little" boy or girl is NOT too old for a spanking, and a spanking delivered in the most childish manner possible: across the knee and on the bare bottom. Modesty will not be a consideration. The only consideration will be imparting the most humiliating "last resort" lesson imaginable, regardless of who is there to see it.

A pen-pal of mine wrote me an email with a bit of a "Julie Spanked' fan-fiction story to this effect. He wishes to remain anonymous. I present it here with some additions of my own. If only!

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So Julie, are you going to be a well-behaved little girl who thinks twice before breaking the rules set for her by the adults... or are you going to be a naughty brat who can't keep a civil tongue in your little mouth?

When it's the latter, I'm sure you'll spend some quality time in the corner, told to push your pants and panties down to your knees, hands on your head, in the corner of the dining room, while the adults talk about what-ever-shall-we-do-with-her, it seems she keeps being a brat. You'll start to turn around to interject a suggestion and David will sharply correct you - Julie, get your nose back in the corner, we've heard enough out of you for tonight.

Your Mom - not Sue or David, who are playing into your kink - but your Mom, who isn't playing on the sexual side of this, will sigh heavily and say "no punishment is going to make an impression and change her bratty behaviour if it's not so memorable that it's actually shocking. She seems to enjoy being spanked. Let's see if she'll enjoy this..." She'll turn to your Dad and say "well, we talked about this - take her into the front yard, and whip her, right on the seat of her panties. I'll go post an event announcement now on the neighbourhood Facebook group so she'll have a good audience." Dad - "and I'll let Bill, the policeman who lives down the road know, to keep it all nice and legal."

The blood will drain from your face and you'll think, I didn't sign up for this and you won't be able to stop yourself "WHAT?" David - "I told you - not another peep. You're in enough trouble as it is!"

Your Dad will turn to David and say "I take it you agree, Son?"

"I do, Sir," David will say. "She keeps getting brattier and brattier, deliberately to get spanked, and honestly my patience, and my belt, is wearing thin. It's affecting all our relationships."

"You're absolutely right," Dad will say. "The other day when she drove up to visit she had a veritable temper tantrum on the front yard just because the neighbour had stopped his car in the mutual driveway to unload groceries. I think she did it deliberately to earn herself a spanking from me. I was too angry to even give it. Mother suggested after that I ought to have, and right on the front lawn at that. I think she was right."

"I completely agree, Sir. She needs to be made an example of."

"David! NO!" you will say, stomping your little foot and turning to face the room, covering your pussy with your hand, your bare bum hanging out. "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"Shush Young Lady!" your Mom will say, "you DO NOT speak to your husband like that!"

"I'LL SPEAK HOWEVER I WANT!" you scream, turning to face the room, stomping your feet, completely losing it.

"IN THE CORNER!" David rages standing up and moving towards you. He takes you by the arm, places you firmly back into the corner, and gives your bare bottom several hard smacks. You realize that you've pushed things too far and begin behaving. At least mom said it would be over your panties. It would be humiliating, but you figure you could handle that.

Your Dad will say to David, "That's the way it's done, Son. Give me a hand bringing around the saw horse from the garage" and then you'll hear the two of them walk outside. Sue will stand to start to clear and your Mom will stop her "Julie will clean up after her spanking - don't do her chores for the naughty girl." You feel very small, standing in the corner, knowing you're going to be publicly punished, and hearing your parents. You hear David and your Dad talking from the sideyard as they're carrying something around, and wonder exactly what is going to happen, is this really going to happen, or is your Mom just trying to scare you...

Your Dad comes inside and says "all right then, everything's ready, it's time. Julie, turn around." You turn around sheepishly, trying now to modestly cover your shaved pussy with one hand as you start pulling your panties back up your legs with the other. "Not so fast there, young lady," says your Dad. "Your Mom suggested you get your belt whipping over your panties, but given your outburst just now your husband and I have decided that we want everything off, now." David chimes in - "You heard him - NOW. You better be a perfect model of obedience if you don't want another and worse when we get home."

"Mommy... please!" you beg, hoping now only to be allowed to be whipped with your panties and top on.

"I'm afraid I agree with the men, young lady. You've acted up and mouthed off one time too many," your Mom would say, "There's nothing I can do to help you now."

"I won't! I refuse!" you'll say.

David will walk over with a scowl, pick you up, and throw you across his shoulder.

"Strip her, ladies" your Dad will tell your Mom and Sue as David holds you over his shoulder. Your Mom will head to your feet and remove your socks, pants and panties from around your ankles, rendering you bare from the waist down. As you wriggle and kick, you'll be showing off all your charms for all to see. Meanwhile Sue will be deftly removing your blouse and then your bra, stripping you completely, saying "you brought this on yourself, Sis."

David puts you back down onto your feet. You stand there with your hands desperately covering what they can. You are completely naked in front of your family, and soon to be escorted out to the front yard for your whipping.

Your Dad says "Mary, go get the strap - you know the one I'm talking about." Your Mom responds "yes sir" and goes up the stairs. You'll wonder about this later - was it naturally just playing along with a family led by a strict and in-charge father? Does she know the one he's talking about because they discussed this punishment before... or because she's been on the receiving end? These thoughts will come later - right now you're too busy blushing at being totally nude, wondering if this is *really* happening.

Your Mom comes back down the stairs and the moment of truth arrives. She hands your Father a thick strap. In fact, it's an old-fashioned razor strop!

"No. Not that. Please!" you beg, realizing what your Daddy has in his hand.

Ignoring you, your Dad walks over to you, grabs you by the ear, and begins marching you to the front door.

"No Daddy! Please! Please!" you'll beg as he drags you to your very public date with the razor strop. "I'll promise I'll be good! I promise! Please! Not the strap! Not outside! Not completely bare naked! Please!"

"Too late for promises, young lady, you've had this coming and now you'll be getting it," your Dad would say as he opens up the door and then pulls you out it.

You're outside, in the front yard, completely naked, being pulled by the ear by your determined Father, who is carrying a heavy leather razor strop in the other hand, about to whip your ass raw. Let that sink in a moment. A month ago you were seen by your family and the world as a 30-something year old married woman, living an adult life. Now - not just your family, but the entire neighbourhood will know that you may seem that way, but you're still really an unruly child or disobedient teenager who can only be kept in line by the promise of a painful and humiliating punishment.

There are already people gathering. Word had gotten around from Mom's quick Facebook event post.  Contrary to people staying away, they had actually turned out! Officer Bill was there as well, and gave your Dad a nod and a wink. There are also some older teenage boys present!!!

There's a saw horse sitting in the middle of the lawn with some rough material on top of it.

Your Dad marches you to the side facing the street, and bends you over it. He pushes your feet apart, so your legs are spread and David ties your ankles to the sawhorse legs. David then takes your wrists and ties each of them to the legs of the sawhorse as well.

*Everything* is on display, your pussy lips, your ass, your bumhole, your bare breasts visible directly through your spread legs, everything - to your Dad but also to the entire street.

"Oh my gosh, just look at her, she's wet, the trollop," one of the older women in the audience would say.

You blush in embarrassment hearing that, but know it is true. You could feel your pussy dampening from the moment you learned your fate and were stripped. As you were escorted outside you could feel the dampness squishing down there as you walked!

Your Dad asks you "Julie tell me where you are and what's about to happen."

You have never blushed so much and you sheepishly choke out "I'm bent over in the front yard, naked, so everyone can see me. You're about to whip my bottom."

"And why do you find yourself here?"

"Because I've been a naughty brat and have been nasty to everybody! Wahhhhh."

"And has it been deliberate young lady? Have you deliberately been a horrid brat in the hopes your husband or I put you across our knees? Because you're a spank happy brat? Is that it?"

"yes Sir!" you would wail.

"And you have been spanked, haven't you? Spanked by your husband, your sister, me, your mother even. But it's never enough for you is it? Never enough for the spank-happy brat. No matter how much we wear out our hands, hairbrushes, and belts on your bare bottom. No matter how much time you spend in the corner."

"It is enough! I'm sorry. It is enough!"

"Apparently not, because you continue your bad behaviour upsetting everybody around you and being an annoying pain in the ass! You were even a pain in the ass to our neighbours, weren't you?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Well, you've been a pain in the ass, so now I'm going to give you a pain in your ass. Right here on the front lawn in front of all the neighbours."

"Please no! Please!" you would beg.

"Too late for that. We'll see if this spanking will finally be enough for you to behave. You're getting your age in strappings. Get ready."

"NOOOOOO!"

SNAP! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Noooooo!

The very first blow with the razor strop raised a thick wide, rectangular of red band across your ass. The assembled audience gasped. There's no warm-up - this isn't sensual, it's punishment, and you know immediately that while the exhibitionism made you wet you are not going to enjoy this.

SNAP! AWWWWWWWW! You cried as the second stroke landed full across the middle of your bare bottom.

"Please Daddy! No! I'll be good I promise! Please!" you begged after only two strict whippings.

SNAP! Yahhaaaaaaaa!

"You'll be good after you get your age in strappings," your Dad says while continuing your strict whipping.

The audience is entranced as your Daddy paints thick red welts across your ass with his razor strop. While you are tied securely, you are not tied securely enough to prevent the inevitable exciting wriggling of your punished hind-quarters, or the bouncing of your bared breasts. Your legs are lewdly spread parting your pussy lips to display a most intimate view of your fuck hole. Even your bottom hole does not escape scrutiny, it being evident to more than several adults in the crowd that you are no stranger to receiving anal intercourse either.

SNAP   CRACK   WHIP    SNAP

You are crying big wet tears. Your Dad pauses and speaks to you: "It isn't what I want - to have to strip my adult daughter naked and whip her in public. But your mother and I are of one mind on this - we will not have a disobedient, badly behaved daughter, no matter how old she is. Whatever it takes to get through to you is what we will do. You belong to David, but when you're under my roof you play by my rules and get punished by me when you break them."

You feel the leather strap laid across your ass for a moment, and then another searing stripe on the top of your thighs. SNAP!

He whips you hard, over and over again, and your attempt to be stoic - you are in public - is quickly forgotten, as you plead with Daddy that you'll be a good girl, you'll never be naughty again, you promise, it hurts it hurts it hurts... but he's unswayed, and the leather mercilessly whips your ass and your upper thighs, till you're sure it's at least four times its normal size.

In the meantime, as others join the small crowd that has gathered in the street the newcomers are pointing at you saying "isn't that their daughter Julie" and "why, yes, it is - I wonder what she did to deserve that" and "wow, her ass is really flaming - she must have done something really bad" and "she must have gotten too big for her britches - and now she doesn't have any." The few teenage boys stand there silently, transfixed, staring at your red ass, your bare tits with their little rock hard nipples, your pussy lips, and your anal hole. They'll have a spanking fetish soon, if they don't already. They will have a wet dream imagining your Daddy left you there after your whipping for them to enjoy. You, however, hardly even notice your audience - all you can think about is the razor strop, how much it hurts, and how sorry you are.

Eventually, finally, it's over. David unties you. Daddy tells you to stand up and you slowly come to your feet, and then he grabs you by the ear, marches you back to the front door, and right before you walk inside he turns to the crowd and says "hopefully she learned her lesson." As you walk inside, you hear an older woman remark, "This gives me hope, you know. I thought no one knew how to deal with a woman when she's being a brat anymore..."

You're marched into a corner, told in no uncertain terms to keep your hands on your head, and the family sits down 'more comfortably' in the living room. David asks your mother, "Let me know when you want her to come out of the corner - I know you don't like it when she's there all evening." Your Mom replies, "Oh, thanks for asking, that's very considerate, but she's right where she needs to be for tonight."