Grown Daughter Spanked by her Father

It actually happened! I was spanked by my Daddy! Not everything I had hoped for, but pretty darned much! Certainly a real emotional release. Mom was there to watch and even "lend a hand". It all went smoothly and ended well for all concerned and with no harm done (except to my butt and thighs!).

If you are new to all this, I recapped how we got here in my last blog entry My Upcoming Spanking. Please read there if you want the background, and it links to earlier things leading up to it as well. Just to very briefly recap, I was bound and determined to become a "Disciplined Wife" to my husband, and I wanted my close family to know and somehow be involved. We talked about it a lot, and as Mom especially seemed sympathetic to my emotional needs, and Dad enjoyed teasing me in a good-natured way about my spankings, I eventually wound up by asking them, via Mom, if it was ok if Dad gave me a spanking. Mom and Dad agreed, and promised me a spanking a week later, which was earlier today.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, after having tea with me, my Mom checked with David before promising me my spanking. So my beautiful RAT FINK of a husband was in the know, and did not let on until after it was all over. I should have fucking guessed that Mom would have talked with him! So when he was showing them where on my ass he spanks me, what implements he uses, my safeword, and how hard he goes, he already knew that I was 'gonna get a spanking from Daddy. They talked this past week also, again unbeknownst to me. Mom asked David to borrow the hairbrush he uses on me as she did not think she had a suitable one.

And they talked more about how I need it to be "real" and hard, and my use of the safeword, and how anything I say or do or carry on outside of using the safeword is not an indication I need it to stop, despite appearances to the contrary. Apparently it was a three-way phone call with Mom and Dad huddling around their portable landline speakerphone. David sold it to them as me really craving the emotional release of a spanking from my real Dad as some kind of expiation of guilt for things I have done to myself over the years. He told them I was seeking the same level of emotional intensity that I perceived during my spankings as a child, which requires a serious spanking as a grown woman. There was discussion about my state of undress, and David said that I associated a bared bottom strongly with spanking discipline and would be disappointed otherwise. So David was assisting a lot behind the scenes to set this up, for which I am eternally grateful. He so looks after my needs in every way imaginable! I love him so, so much!!!!

So rewind to earlier today, before I know any of this, and there I am jabbering away to David asking him all sorts of questions about if he thinks my spanking will happen, how he thinks my spanking will go down, how I should behave during my spanking, what I should wear, and on and on and on, and he already knows all the answers and is not saying anything. I thought he was just being a good listener. Ha!

In the end, I decided to wear pants (jeans in particular), not a dress or a skirt. I know that disappoints some of you, but here was my reasoning. If Daddy did not tell me to pull my pants down, then when he told me to get across his knee I could pull my pants and panties down quickly myself, as if that was normal and expected for my spankings, and it would be awkward to get them back up again. Harder to do that with a skirt, as I'd have to be actively engaged in holding it up. My panty choice was a full cut white cotton with a touch of lace around the waist and leggings and tiny little flower print. I know, a bit "little", but the alternatives were either sexy or frumpy. For my top I had on a nice short-sleeved V-neck T-shirt that would not cover my butt. I was debating bra or no bra, but I always wear a bra and it would have been noticed by Mom especially had I not, and therefore risked sending signals I did not wish to send and might have jeopardized the vibe. So bra it was.

Just before we left, as a "sudden thought", David thought he should bring my spanking hairbrush to offer to Dad in case they didn't have anything suitable. Well that would be embarrassing, having David hand that over to Dad, but I thought it was a good idea so as to put a hairbrush spanking into Dad's head. I'm so dumb! That was prearranged.

As we got there, Sue was already there. As we greeted she said, "so, are you excited for your spanking? Is it really going to happen you think?" She seemed pleased about it for my sake, not angry. "I dunno. I hope so," I told her. "I think it will," she said. She had no more information than I at that time.

Dinner was surreal. All these people talking about perfectly normal things. How could they TALK ABOUT PERFECTLY NORMAL THINGS?!?! I didn't say much. My quietness was not commented on. I was always first to hop up to clear and serve. "I'll get that, Dad," took on a new meaning for me as I cleared Dad's plate from the table. I was starting to feel very submissive towards everyone at the table and was acting accordingly.

Once dinner was done and everything was put away, my Mom raised it for the first time that evening.

"Julie, sweetheart, I assume you still want to do this thing?" asked Mom.

I nodded my head affirmatively.

"Well then up you go to your old room and wait for your father and I. We'll be up in a minute." said Mom.

Oh gosh. It was happening.

I went straight upstairs without interacting with anybody. My room had changed since I was a kid. It used to have a small bed pushed against two walls, a desk in it, a couple of little chairs, a coffee table of sorts, and bookshelves. The room had been completely redone since I moved out. It was now dominated by a much bigger bed with a small makeup/dressing table at the foot, and a dresser-drawer off to the side.

I sat there on the side of the bed. Appropriately, my feet don't quite touch the floor. I was wondering what to do. Should I stand facing the corner? Should I do that with my jeans and panties lowered? Should I strip? I was nervous and in the end did nothing but sit there and wring my hands. My heart was beating wildly. This was unlike any other sort of anticipation for a spanking I had ever felt in my life before. There was no sexual element to it at all. I found myself regressing, in fact, into a "little girl" state, worried much less about anything I'd done, and much more about Mommy and Daddy coming upstairs to spank me.

What I learned later was that Mom and Dad had briefly consulted with Sue and David before coming upstairs. They wanted to confirm again with them that they thought this is what I really wanted, and if it was a terrible idea or not. David said that he and Sue were both super supportive and said that I was looking for some sort of emotional release that only a spanking from Dad could give me. Mom said that she thought it best that she should be going up with Dad. David and Sue agreed. David handed over the hairbrush he had brought to Mom.

Mom asked if they had any last minute advice for them. According to David, Sue independently told them to give it to me "bare butt" like I got when I was a kid, that it was important to me. David re-emphasized that I had a high pain tolerance and wanted a real spanking that would bring me to tears, and that crying out, saying I was sorry, and even asking for it to stop was part of what gave me my emotional release, and they could ignore that, and that I was responsible with my use of the safeword "red" that David assured them I knew could be used and respected. Sue agreed with all of that, and re-iterated how hard I wanted it. So all of that is largely responsible for the very decent spanking I was to imminently receive. Without that guidance, it might have been a joke, so I am grateful to the both of them for that.

After about five minutes of waiting I could hear footsteps on the stairs coming up to my room. My tummy did butterflies hearing that!

They both walked into the room together. I could see that Mom had my big dark wooden hairbrush in her hand. I guessed at the time that David was successful in encouraging them to use it on me. Oh boy. I felt my butt tingle at that. Though still not my pussy. There was no pussy tingle. I was a little scared and very embarrassed.

"Well let's you get spanked then," said Dad.

"Yes Daddy," I said, getting up off the bed.

Dad sat on the side of the bed where I had been. His feet easily reached the ground (Dad is 6' 2").

Mom was in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, with the hairbrush still in her hand. The door was not being closed. The spanking would certainly be heard downstairs by David and Sue.

"Lie across my lap," Dad told me.

What? My jeans were still up and fastened closed. It would be impossible to get them down once I was across his knee. I went to the clasp of my jeans and started to unfasten them, but then I caught Mom's eye and thought better of it. I couldn't just pull my pants down uninvited like that, in front of Mom and Dad. I decided not to top from the bottom at all and just do as I was told. If Mom and Dad had decided to spank me over my jeans, so be it.

Without lowering my jeans I went to bend across Daddy's lap.

"Take your pants down first," said Mom.

Oh Shit! What a roller-coaster. I stood back up, unfastened my jeans, and peeled them down to the floor. I was careful to leave my panties up. As I said, I had decided I was going to do exactly as they told me and nothing more.

"Take your jeans right off," said Mom.

Off? Why? I don't care. I'm doing as I'm told. I bent down to take my jeans off my feet. I had short ankle length socks on. I slipped those off at the same time as my jeans. I would feel self conscience with only socks on. Amazing my thought processes. THAT was what I was worried feeling self-conscious about???

I picked up my pants and folded them and placed them on the floor in the corner of the room. I also picked up my two socks and bundled them like I do after doing the laundry and put them on top. Now that I no longer had my socks to worry about (!) I got to feeling self-conscious in what I considered to be my somewhat childish cotton panties.

"Go across your father's lap," said Mom. Gee. Mom was really calling the shots. I resigned myself to getting spanked across the seat of my panties. That made sense after all. They did not offer much protection, and this preserved my modesty mostly intact and was more appropriate, for sure (if any of this could be called appropriate at all!).

I did as I was told and I lowered myself across Daddy's lap. His thighs were pretty long and he was sitting more on the edge of the bed, so I had no support from the bed. My toes were on the carpet on the one side, and my hands on the floor and my head near it on the other. I felt soooooo vulnerable draped like that. And so embarrassed!!!! Arguably this was more embarrassing than being naked. Especially with Mom there directing the action and seeing it all.

I felt Dad's arm wrap around my waist and his hand go under me at my tummy. He hoisted me up a little and pulled my panties down to mid thigh. It was going to be bare bottom after all!

I couldn't help myself. I said, "Daddy! No! Please!"

"Shush!" said Mom harshly.

Dad hoisted me up a bit higher across his knees so that my head was closer to the ground and my feet were off the ground. I could only imagine the view that Daddy and mommy saw of me. Oh blush!

Then Dad said, "Julie, I understand this is something you want very much so I'm going to do it for you the way I understand you want it. You have your safety word if you need it. Correct?" He called it "safety word" :-)

"Yes Daddy," I said. "Thank you," I added.

"Ok then," he said and slapped his hand down hard across my right cheek, low down onto the under-curve of my bum. SMACK!

"Ah!" I yelled out in surprise. There's usually a warm-up! But why should there be? The first smack was hard and then the next and the next and the next as well! Daddy strictly alternated butt cheeks and concentrated most down onto the undercurve, straying up a bit from time to time, but not lower.

I was getting spanked by my father! For real! A hard OTK bare butt spanking while Mom watched. OMG!!!!!!! The spanks were hard and each one genuinely hurt my butt. They also rang out like gunshots and I was sure the spanking could be plainly heard from downstairs.

I started kicking my feet and squirming in pain across Daddy's lap.

"Ah! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Daddy! Ow! No! Please! Ow! Ow! Ow!": that was me.

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he continued spanking me.

"YES DADDY!" I cried out as the spanks continued to rain down on my ass.

He paused for a moment and I heard him say, "give me that." All I could see was Mom's feet as she walked, handed him what was certainly the hairbrush, and then returned to the doorway.

Next thing I felt the wood across my bum. Daddy had not struck me yet, he just placed it there getting ready.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked again.

No no no no no no no I really didn't want it! At all! "yes daddy..." I meekly said.

Holy shit fuck! I said in my head as the wood exploded onto my backside!

"Ow Ow Ow No! Daddy! Please Ow! Ow! No! Ow! I'm sorry! Ow!" All the concept of me remaining quiet so that Daddy would not be spooked was totally out the window. The hairbrush really lit a fire!

Dad paused for a moment. Mom walked over. I felt Mom reach for my panties and pull them down my legs to beneath my knees. "A few down there," she said. Next thing you knew the back of the infernal brush started burning my upper thighs. I think I screamed out loud. I didn't care at all anymore if my vocalizations were such that Daddy thought it better to stop spanking me. Maybe he would have been right to! Little did I know at the time how well set up my parents were to continue my spanking regardless.

David said later he knew the exact moment my upper thigh spanking started, as the quality of my screeching changed considerably.

I honestly did not know what sort of spectacle I was making of myself. I was too concerned about the backs of my thighs!

When Dad paused again, Mom, who was still standing over me said, "here, give it to me." My panties by this time were more dangling around my ankles and Mom took them right off me. She came to beside my legs and pulled a bit on my right inner thigh, taughtening the flesh there. "Open a bit," she told me, and I spread my legs a bit.  This certainly had the efect of showing me off even more lewdly to my father. Why did she want that? She then smacked me right there, near where her hand was, on my right inner thigh, with the back of the hairbrush.

I started crying out anew, and I knew my legs were splaying and kicking like a little frog as Mommy spanked the inside of my thigh. They must have gotten an eyeful of very penitent daughter parts!

Mom then walked around to behind me, reached over with her left hand to pull the skin of my left thigh taught. "spread your legs a little bit more," she said. "You like putting on a show," she added. OH BLUSH! OH BLUSH! OH BLUSH! Mom seemed a bit genuinely angry at me manipulating matters with all the spanking nonsense so that Daddy could see my shaved-bare pussy. Funny that she made me show it more! I meekly spread my legs a little more and then Mom spanked the insides of my left thigh with the back of the wooden hairbrush.

"Mommy! Mommy! No! Please! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry! Wahhhhhhhhhh!"

Mom probably delivered a total of about twenty smacks inside both thighs. When she was done, she stopped spanking me and gave the hairbrush back to Daddy.

"Giver her a little more and that will be enough," she said to him.

Daddy gathered my legs back in with his left hand and re-hoisted me up over his knee. I felt very exposed still. Daddy started back in with the hairbrush punishing my sit spots over and over and over again.

"No! Daddy! Please! Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Daddy gave me another twenty or so and then called it quits.

I must admit that while the spanking hurt, it did not hurt that much to have me carry on so. The inner thighs stuff was brutal, but the lower butt stuff I was used to. But I wanted to put on a "show" to make sure Daddy looked good. I did manage to conjure up some tears. It wasn't hard.

"Alright, up you get," said Daddy.

I hobbled to my feet and immediately reached back to clutch my inner thighs from behind. Shit that stung! I was of course presenting a complete view to my Mom and Dad.

Mom picked up my panties from the floor where she had dropped them and helped me into them while Daddy watched. I was being dressed by Mom like when I was a little girl.

"Put your pants and socks back on, and come downstairs after you've collected yourself," said my Mom.

They made to leave. "Mommy, Daddy," I said before they left. They stopped at the doorway. I went up to Daddy and gave him a hug, and then I hugged Mom also. "Thank you, I needed that," I told them, my eyes still fresh with tears. They left to go downstairs to join David and Sue.

How did I feel? I felt relief. I felt a certain freedom and joy I would say as well, unlike from any other spanking I have ever received. I was happy! I rubbed my bum and my thighs a bit. I tried to burn every detail of my spanking into my memory. I got dressed and went to the upstairs bathroom I used to use as a kid. I washed my face to refresh myself. I found myself humming. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I went downstairs.

David noticed it right away. "Well you look very happy for a little girl who just got a spanking," he said.

"I'm feeling happy!" It was great. It hurt. A lot! It was a good spanking. But I really needed it.

"Well look at you, and after all that fuss you made," said my Dad with a chuckle.

"She sure did make a fuss," said Sue, "we could hear it from down here. Come on, then, Julie, show us the damage."

I suddenly felt myself blushing at that. We were done for the evening. "Sue... no..." I sort of complained.

"Julie, do as you're told," commanded David.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

With a big sigh I walked over to the fireplace, turned around so I was facing away from them, unfastened my jeans and lowered them to my ankles along with my panties.

"Happy?" I said. It was a bit snarky. I think David decided to punish me for that.

"No," he said. "Bend over and grab your ankles."

Ohhhh. He knew what he was doing to me. I am a total exhibitionist. For the first time since I was sent to my room for my spanking, I felt a tingle and a gush in my pussy. I very much hoped it didn't show! I bent over.

"Good job Dad!" said Sue, admiring his handiwork. My ass was red from the midline of my butt down to halfway to my knees, and the redness suffused in an uneven line into my inner thighs on both sides. Bent over as I was, I was totally exposing my pussy and my butthole!

"Pull your pants up, Julie!" said Mom, overriding my husband's orders. I did so with alacrity!

"Happy?" I asked Sue as I turned.

"Very," she said.

We sat down in the living room and Mom wanted to discuss and dissect the emotional side of my spanking. We did so in vague terms. I was unrelentingly positive about the experience. Mom said that she didn't enjoy seeing me and hearing me cry out, but she could see how it was cathartic for me. We asked Dad what he thought. We'll leave on his words:

"Oh well, sometimes a girl just needs a spanking I guess."