I really like this one. I think it has a very original and interesting concept. A young couple gets into financial difficulties through irresponsibility and their parents help them out (after some severe joint discipline is applied). They loan them money, but insist on a strict monthly repayment schedule. If they are short, they must decide between themselves who takes the discipline and who watches. The kids argue over it each month. As always, it gets intense, but it ends very sweetly!
Partying
Kyle and Jessica had only been married for a few years, still reveling in the newlywed phase of their lives. They were young, in love, and convinced that adulthood meant freedom. Kyle had landed a decent factory job, and Jessica was still between positions after leaving her retail job before the wedding. Money was tight, but that didn’t stop them from acting like it wasn’t.
So when they were invited to an exclusive club downtown—one of those places with velvet ropes, VIP sections, and overpriced cocktails—they didn’t hesitate. “Just one big night out,” Jessica had said, gripping Kyle’s hand excitedly. “We deserve it.”
They dressed to impress, bought drinks they couldn’t afford, and partied harder than they ever had. The music pulsed through their bodies, and before long, they were accepting shots from friendly strangers, lost in the fun of it all. The night blurred into a dizzy haze.
When they woke up the next morning, the nightmare began.
Robbery
Jessica’s head pounded, her mouth dry as sandpaper. She groaned and turned over in bed, feeling Kyle’s arm draped over her stomach. Then she noticed the hotel room—not their apartment, but a strange, unfamiliar space. She sat up in horror, panic rising in her chest.
“Kyle,” she shook him. “Wake up.”
He groaned, rubbing his temples. “What… what happened?” Then, like a freight train, it hit them. Their wallets were gone. Their phones, missing. Kyle stumbled over to the nightstand, yanking open the hotel drawer. Nothing. Jessica ran to the door and checked the hallway—no one.
They managed to get access to a computer in the hotel lobby and logged into their bank accounts, only to find them completely drained. Every last cent, gone.
Jessica burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Kyle’s stomach twisted into knots. They had been scammed. Drugged and robbed blind.
There was only one option left: call their parents.
Consequences
The drive back to their parent’s home was miserable.
Both of their fathers, Robert (Kyle’s dad) and Peter (Jessica’s dad), had driven down together to pick them up. The silence in the car was suffocating. They arrived home and went into the house.
Their mothers, Linda and Carol, were waiting for them.
“Do you two have any idea how irresponsible you’ve been?” asked Peter.
Jessica lowered her head. “We know. We messed up.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Peter snapped. “You acted like reckless teenagers and put yourselves in serious danger.”
Kyle swallowed hard. “We—we just need a little help to get back on our feet.”
The four parents exchanged glances.
Linda, Kyle’s mother, spoke first. “We will help you.”
“But there will be consequences first,” Carol added.
Jessica’s stomach dropped. “What kind of consequences?”
Peter’s answer was blunt. “You both need discipline.”
Kyle’s heart sank. “Wait, you don’t mean—”
“Oh, we do mean,” Robert cut in. “You two are going to get spankings. Real ones. Right here, right now. Both of you at once.”
Jessica gasped. “You can’t be serious!”
“Dead serious,” Linda said. “And if you want our help, you’ll take your punishment.”
Kyle and Jessica exchanged horrified glances. This was humiliating beyond belief.
Kyle’s face burned with shame as he stood frozen, his stomach twisting into knots. He had imagined many embarrassing moments in his life, but never this—never standing in front of his wife’s parents, about to be disciplined like a naughty child. His father’s stern gaze made his knees feel weak. He wanted to argue, to insist they were adults, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t matter. Their parents held all the power right now.
Jessica, beside him, was trembling. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she gripped Kyle’s hand. She wanted to protest, to run, to do anything but stand here and wait for the inevitable. But the worst part was the realization that her in-laws were about to see her in the most humiliating position imaginable. Kyle’s father, her father-in-law, was about to witness her bare-bottomed and punished, just as her own parents would see Kyle.
Her mind reeled. How could they do this? How could they treat them like naughty children instead of grown adults?
Kyle’s own thoughts were a frantic whirlwind. My wife is about to see me spanked. My in-laws are about to see me spanked. This is worse than anything I could have ever imagined. He swallowed hard. His mother had always been the disciplinarian when he was younger, and the memory of her stern lectures before a spanking came flooding back. His father had rarely intervened, but tonight, both parents were involved.
“W-we’re too old for this,” Kyle stammered, his voice weak.
Peter’s face hardened. “Are you? Because from where I’m standing, you two don’t look like responsible adults. You got yourselves robbed because you acted like reckless teenagers. Maybe this will be a reminder not to make foolish decisions in the future.”
Jessica’s mother, Carol, nodded in agreement. “You embarrassed yourselves. And now, you’re going to experience some real embarrassment to make sure you never do anything this reckless again.”
Jessica wanted to crawl into a hole. Her own father, the man who had once held her hand as a child when she scraped her knee, was now about to see her in a way no daughter wanted her father to see her. Her face was already red, and she hadn’t even been put over a knee yet.
Linda stepped forward. “Let’s make this clear: This is not going to be some quick, symbolic punishment. You two are getting the real thing—over our laps, bare-bottomed, and soundly spanked. You’re going to feel this, and you’re going to remember it every time you think about making another reckless decision.”
Kyle’s hands clenched into fists. The idea of being pulled over his mother or father’s knee like he was a little boy again made his stomach churn. Worse, Jessica was about to see it. His wife. The woman who looked at him as a man, as her husband, was about to watch him humbled in the worst way possible. How could she ever respect him after this?
Jessica felt no better. She had always taken pride in her independence, in proving she was an adult. Yet here she was, about to be bared and spanked in front of Kyle’s parents. Her own father was about to see her punished, and her mother—her gentle, kind mother—was now a firm disciplinarian.
Her voice shook. “P-please, can’t we talk about this?”
Robert shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. You both want our help, and this is the price. You’re going to accept your punishment like the immature kids you acted like, and then, and only then, will we help you get back on your feet.”
Jessica squeezed Kyle’s hand tightly, her last desperate attempt to find strength in him. But he was just as helpless as she was.
Pants Down
Kyle’s father stepped forward. “Pants and underwear down. Both of you.”
Jessica gasped. “Wait—what?”
“You heard him,” Peter said firmly. “You drop them now, or you’re on your own.”
Kyle’s mouth went dry. His hands shook as he reached for his belt. Jessica hesitated, her body rigid. This was it. The moment their dignity would be stripped away along with their clothes. They had thought the worst part was getting robbed. They were wrong. This was worse. Much worse. But they had no choice.
Kyle’s hands trembled as he fumbled with his belt, his mind screaming at him to resist, to refuse. But he knew it was pointless. His father’s hard stare told him there was no way out of this, and the longer he hesitated, the worse it would be. Beside him, Jessica was frozen, her fingers clutching the waistband of her leggings, her chest rising and falling in panicked breaths.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered.
Carol folded her arms. “Fair? You’re lucky we’re even offering to help you at all after what you did. Now stop stalling. Both of you—pants and underwear down. Now.”
Kyle’s throat felt tight as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. His movements were stiff, mechanical, as if his body was trying to resist the humiliation that was about to follow. His jeans slid down his legs, pooling around his ankles, leaving him standing there in nothing but his navy blue boxer briefs. His face burned as he felt the weight of his parents’ and in-laws’ stares.
Jessica wasn’t moving. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head slightly.
“Jessica,” her father, Peter, warned.
She let out a shuddering breath and, with trembling hands, peeled her leggings down to her knees. Her pastel pink panties—lacy, delicate, and utterly humiliating in this context—were now on full display. The reality of what was about to happen settled deep in her stomach. She clamped her thighs together, feeling small, vulnerable, exposed.
Robert gave them both a long, expectant look. “The underwear too.”
Kyle and Jessica stiffened at the same time, their heads snapping up in horror.
Jessica was the first to break. “P-please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Can’t we—can’t we just keep them on?”
Kyle swallowed hard, stepping closer to his wife. “Yeah,” he said quickly, his voice thick with desperation. “I mean, we—we get it. We screwed up, and we’ll take our spankings. Just… please. Let us keep them on.”
Jessica nodded frantically. “Please, Mom, Dad—just let us keep them on. We won’t fight. We won’t resist. Just don’t make us do it bare.”
The room was silent for a long moment. The tension was suffocating.
Then, Linda let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Oh, you two,” she said, almost amused. “You think you can negotiate?”
Carol sighed, looking unimpressed. “Honestly, I expected more maturity from you both. You’re already going over our laps, and you still think you get to set conditions?”
Jessica’s stomach dropped.
Kyle’s fists clenched at his sides. “It’s not—” He hesitated, forcing himself to take a deep breath. “It’s just… this is already humiliating enough. Please, at least give us that much dignity.”
Robert let out a sharp laugh. “Dignity? Son, you lost your dignity when you let some strangers rob you blind because you were too busy acting like an idiot.”
Jessica’s father stepped forward, his voice like iron. “You will not be keeping them on. You will not be setting any terms. The only thing you will do is obey, or your fathers will remove them for you.”
Jessica whimpered, her fingers gripping the hem of her panties instinctively, as if she could somehow shield herself.
Kyle’s jaw tightened. He wanted to resist—God, he wanted to resist—but he could already feel his father’s hands on his waistband if he so much as hesitated. He could feel his wife’s shame beside him, her silent desperation mirroring his own.
Their choice was clear. They had no choice at all.
Kyle’s entire body felt like it was on fire. His hands hovered at the waistband of his boxer briefs, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. His mind was screaming at him to fight, to refuse, to do anything but obey this humiliating demand. But the looks on his parents’ and in-laws’ faces told him everything—they weren’t going to back down.
Beside him, Jessica trembled, her hands clenched into tight fists. Her pastel pink panties clung to her hips, the last thin barrier between her and complete exposure. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her mother and father were standing right there. Kyle’s parents were standing right there.
And they were going to see everything.
Linda, Kyle’s mother, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Well? We’re waiting.”
Jessica whimpered softly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Mom… please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Don’t make us do this.”
Her mother’s gaze was unwavering. “You’re already getting a spanking like a naughty little girl, Jessica. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts embarrass you the most.”
Peter, Jessica’s father, sighed in exasperation. “Enough of this. Both of you, drop them. Now.”
Kyle clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. His hands were shaking as they finally gripped the waistband of his underwear. He hesitated, his face burning hotter than ever. He knew that the second he pulled them down, there would be no going back. His mother-in-law would see him bare. And worst of all—his own mother, the very woman who had changed his diapers as a baby, would see him standing there like a helpless child once again.
Jessica let out a shuddering breath and reached for her panties at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that somehow, this was a nightmare she would wake up from. But when she opened them, all four parents were still standing there, waiting.
Her fingers curled around the elastic. Just do it. Get it over with.
With agonizing slowness, the two of them began to lower their underwear.
Underpants Down
The air in the room felt colder the second the fabric slid past their hips. Kyle’s stomach twisted as he felt the cool air on his now fully exposed body. His boxer briefs pooled around his ankles, and the moment they hit the floor, he instinctively clamped his hands in front of himself, his face bright red.
Jessica did the same, her hands flying to cover herself as best as she could. She squeezed her thighs together, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. Her parents had never seen her like this before—not since she was a toddler. And Kyle’s parents? His Dad? Oh God, they were looking right at her.
There was a long, heavy silence.
Then—a sharp tut from Linda.
“No,” Kyle’s mother said firmly. “Hands at your sides. Both of you.”
Jessica’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with horror. “W-what?”
Carol, her own mother, shook her head. “You don’t get to hide yourselves. You didn’t care about your dignity when you acted irresponsibly, so you don’t get to care about it now.”
Kyle swallowed hard, his hands pressing even tighter against himself. This couldn’t be happening.
Robert took a step forward. “We’re not going to tell you again. Hands. At. Your. Sides.”
Kyle’s legs felt like lead. His entire body screamed in protest, but he knew there was no getting out of this. Slowly, with every ounce of resistance in his body, he forced his hands to move. The second he did, a cold wave of absolute, soul-crushing humiliation washed over him.
He was completely exposed.
Jessica was trembling beside him. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her hands hovered in front of her one last time, her fingers twitching, her whole body rigid.
“Jessica,” Peter warned.
She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. But she had no choice. With a strangled whimper, she let her hands fall to her sides. Tears stung her eyes as she felt the full weight of her humiliation. She was standing there, completely bare, completely vulnerable, in front of her own father, her mother, and her in-laws.
Her mother was looking at her.
Her father was looking at her.
Kyle’s father, her father-in-law, was looking at her.
And she had never felt smaller in her entire life.
Kyle felt just as broken. His face was burning, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He didn’t dare look down—didn’t dare look at his wife, or at their parents, or even at himself.
“Much better,” Robert said coolly. “If you two want to act like adults, then you need to learn to face the consequences of your actions. Standing there completely bare before us is only the beginning.”
Bare Scolding
Jessica fought back the urge to squirm under Robert’s scrutiny, knowing full well that every little movement only made her nudity more obvious. Kyle, meanwhile, could barely breathe as Carol continued to examine him with quiet disapproval, making no effort to spare him the humiliation of his forced exposure.
“Look at you both,” Peter muttered, shaking his head. “Ashamed, humiliated… and rightfully so.”
Jessica’s knees wobbled, and Kyle clenched his fists to keep himself steady. They had never felt so powerless in their entire lives. Every instinct screamed at them to cover themselves, to protect their most private places from view—but they had been strictly forbidden from doing so.
Jessica’s stomach twisted in knots as all four parents stood before them, their gazes heavy with disapproval. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to cover herself, but she dared not move. She was standing with her vagina bare, acutely aware that Robert—her husband’s father—had an unimpeded view of her most intimate area. The shame was unbearable.
Kyle fidgeted beside her, his bare, exposed state just as humiliating. His own father-in-law, Peter, was looking directly at him, arms crossed, face stern. The fact that his wife’s father—an older, authoritative man—was seeing him in such an undignified, childlike state made his skin crawl with shame. The instinct to cup his hands over himself was almost overwhelming, but he knew better than to disobey.
“You’ve acted like irresponsible children,” Robert continued, his voice heavy with disappointment. “And so, you’ll be punished like irresponsible children.”
Jessica let out a shaky breath. She could feel Robert’s eyes lingering on her, as if assessing just how far she had fallen from the respectable young woman she had once been in his eyes. Knowing that her father-in-law could see the soft patch of dark hair between her legs, that he could see everything, made her feel dizzy with disgrace.
“You should be humiliated,” Carol added, her voice sharp. “Jessica, standing there with your privates on full display before your father-in-law. Kyle, standing there, completely bared in front of me, your wife’s mother. Tell me, does it feel like you’re real adults right now?”
Jessica’s lower lip trembled. Her entire body burned with mortification. Kyle was just as miserable, knowing that Carol’s eyes were on him, seeing everything his wife did in their most intimate moments. He wanted to disappear, but there was no escape.
Peter shook his head. “I can’t believe the two of you thought this was acceptable. And now, we’re the ones who have to clean up your mess.”
Robert stepped forward, his voice firm. “And let’s be clear—this isn’t going to be some half-hearted slap on the wrist. This will be a series of spankings you won’t forget. And you’ll take it without argument.”
Jessica swallowed hard, knowing what was about to happen. The idea of being spanked—already degrading enough—was made infinitely worse by the fact that her father-in-law and mother-in-law would be watching every second of it.
Kyle felt equally powerless. The authority in Peter’s voice made him feel like a helpless little boy, stripped of all dignity. He could feel the weight of Carol’s gaze on him, her eyes full of judgment as she took in every inch of his exposed manhood.
There was no escape. Their shame was only beginning.
First Spankings
Both men brought kitchen chairs into the living room and sat on them as the women took a seat on the sofa facing them.
“Over our knees,” Robert instructed.
Kyle lowered himself over his father’s lap while Peter guided Jessica over his knee. Their exposed backsides were positioned for punishment.
Kyle, now draped over Robert’s knees, felt a chill run through him as his position finalized. His bare genitals against his father’s rough denim jeans added a layer of discomfort. As he looked up in front of him, his wife’s bare bottom faced him dead on. He could even see right up her pussy and tight little bum hole that peeked out between her tight cheeks. He realized his father had the same view. His humiliation was complete as he realized his position mirrored Jessica’s, exposing him in ways he had never imagined before his family.
He watched helplessly as he saw Jessica’s dad raise his hand high, and then…
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a sharp gasp as her dad’s hand cracked against her bottom.
Kyle gritted his teeth as his dad’s palm also began delivering firm, blistering swats, to his rear end.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Both of them squirmed, but their fathers held them firmly in place.
“This is what happens when you act like irresponsible children,” Peter scolded.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Tears pricked at Jessica’s eyes. She kicked her feet, but Peter tightened his grip.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica’s breath hitched as the burning heat in her bottom intensified with every unforgiving slap. Her father’s hand was relentless, cracking down with methodical precision. Her legs kicked involuntarily, but Peter simply pulled her tighter against his lap, ensuring she had no room to wriggle away.
Kyle, over his own father’s lap, was no better off. Robert’s strong palm came down with unyielding force, turning his backside an angry shade of red. He gritted his teeth, trying to stay stoic, but as the punishment continued, his composure began to crack.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a small, choked sob as the fire in her backside became unbearable. Her face burned just as hot, knowing her mother-in-law and her own mother were watching her every flinch, her every desperate struggle.
“This is exactly why you’re being punished,” Peter scolded, his hand landing another blistering swat on the underside of her cheeks. “Because you refuse to think about consequences!”
Kyle whimpered, his fists clenched. The humiliation of being draped over his father’s knee, naked and squirming, was almost worse than the pain itself. He could feel Carol’s gaze piercing through him, watching his every reaction, taking in his exposed state as though he were nothing more than a foolish boy being put back in his place.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a full sob, her body jerking as the spanks landed mercilessly on the same tender spots. She could feel her tears spilling onto the floor, her vision blurry with shame and pain.
“I’m sorry!” she gasped, the words tumbling from her lips in desperation.
Peter didn’t slow his pace. “I’m sure you are. But you weren’t sorry when you were partying, were you?”
Kyle bit his lip, his pride warring with his humiliation. But when Robert landed a particularly sharp smack to the sensitive crease where his bottom met his thighs, he let out a sharp yelp.
“No more,” he gasped. “Please!”
But Robert simply shook his head. “Oh no, Kyle. You don’t get to decide when this is over.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica’s sobs came in full now, her body going limp over her father’s knee. Her bottom throbbed with heat, the punishment breaking down every ounce of resistance she had left. She was truly, thoroughly spanked.
Kyle wasn’t far behind. His resolve shattered as the spanking pushed him beyond his limits.
Tears trickled down his face. “Dad, please,” he whispered, voice broken.
Then, just as they thought it was over—
Peter and Robert helped their thoroughly spanked children off their laps, their movements brisk and unyielding. Jessica and Kyle stumbled to their feet, their faces streaked with tears, their hands instinctively flying to rub their blazing backsides.
“Oh no,” Carol’s voice rang out sharply. “No rubbing.”
Jessica whimpered, her hands hesitating in midair before she forced them to her sides, her fingers trembling. Kyle swallowed hard and dropped his own hands, his whole body shaking with lingering pain.
Second Spanking
“Now,” Peter said firmly to Jessica, “over your father-in-law’s lap.”
Kyle’s stomach dropped as Jessica turned toward Robert with wide, horrified eyes. She could barely breathe as she processed the order. She had just been thoroughly disciplined by her own father, the sheer humiliation of it nearly unbearable—and now she had to submit to the same punishment from her husband’s father? The very thought of it sent a new wave of shame crashing over her.
“You too, boy,” said Robert to his son. “Right over your father-in-law’s lap.”
Kyle felt momentarily physically ill. Being spanked by his own father was humiliating enough, but now he was expected to lay himself bare over Peter’s knee? The very idea of his wife’s father seeing—touching—his most vulnerable parts sent a shudder through him.
Jessica turned pleading eyes toward her mother. “Mom, please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Carol interrupted coldly. “And you will.”
Kyle looked to his own mother in desperation, but Linda’s expression was as firm as Carol’s. “This is happening,” she stated plainly. “Now, switch and get over.”
Jessica let out a choked sob, her body trembling as she hesitantly stepped forward. Her legs felt weak as she stood before Robert, her face burning hotter than her well-spanked bottom. She couldn’t meet his eyes. How could she? He had already seen every inch of her—had watched as her own father had reduced her to a sobbing mess—and now she was expected to submit to him in the same way.
Kyle was no better off. He looked at Peter, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. But there was no way out. Slowly, shakily, he turned and lowered himself over his father-in-law’s lap, his bare, punished backside positioned once again for discipline.
Jessica let out a soft, pitiful whimper as Robert’s hands settled on her hips, guiding her into position. The contrast between his large, strong hands and her trembling, vulnerable form was unbearable. She felt her toes just barely grazing the floor as he adjusted her over his lap, securing her in place.
Kyle, meanwhile, let out a shuddering breath as Peter’s hands settled on his waist. The feeling of another man—a man who wasn’t his father—handling him in such a way was deeply unsettling. He could feel Peter’s firm grip, the sheer authority in the way he held him in place. He was no longer Kyle, the grown man, the husband. He was nothing more than a misbehaving child about to be thoroughly punished.
Jessica, now in the rear position, looked up at her husband from her low vantage. His bottom was already a deep red, and, worse, she could see his testicles between his legs squished against her dad’s left thigh. She squirmed her legs realizing that her father-in-law must have had, and now has, a similar view of her!
And then, it began again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a strangled cry as Robert’s large, heavy hand landed on her already punished backside. The pain was immediate, sharp, and impossibly worse than before. Her legs kicked feebly, but Robert held her down with ease, his grip unyielding.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Kyle gasped, his back arching as Peter’s firm palm re-ignited the fire on his scorched bottom. The humiliation of being spanked by his father-in-law was unbearable, but the pain was even worse. Every swat landed with precision, each one emphasizing just how powerless he truly was.
Jessica sobbed openly, her body jerking with each punishing slap. She had thought her father’s spanking was bad—but this? This was unbearable. The sheer strength in Robert’s arm sent shockwaves of pain through her, each swat reigniting the sting of the punishment she had already received. She could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her backside swelling under the relentless assault.
Kyle let out a choked sob of his own, his fingers gripping Peter’s pant leg for support. The fire in his bottom was too much, the humiliation too great. He could hear his own breath hitching, could feel the eyes of Carol and Linda watching him, analyzing his every reaction, taking in every humiliating moment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica’s sobs grew louder as Robert picked up the pace, his palm landing harder, faster, with no sign of slowing. Her legs kicked wildly, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she wailed under the relentless discipline.
“I—I’m sorry!” she gasped, her voice raw. “Please, Daddy Robert! I—”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Robert said evenly. “But I don’t think you’re sorry enough just yet.”
Kyle sobbed, his entire body trembling as Peter continued to blister his backside. He could feel his composure slipping, his pride completely shattered. He was fully, utterly broken.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica’s entire body went limp over Robert’s lap, her sobs ragged and desperate. Her bottom was on fire, throbbing with an unbearable heat that seemed to sear into her very core. She had never felt so small, so powerless, so utterly disciplined.
Kyle was no better. His face was streaked with tears, his body weak from the sheer force of the punishment. He had never been spanked like this in his life—never been so completely reduced to nothing.
Jessica’s face burned just as much as her bottom. She could feel her legs kicking despite her best efforts to control them. She knew she was giving Robert a humiliating view of her most intimate areas, but there was nothing she could do. He had total control.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Both Kyle and Jessica were reduced to sobbing messes as their fathers-in-law delivered the final blistering smacks.
And just when they again thought it was over—
“Stand up,” Carol ordered.
Third Spanking
Jessica and Kyle shakily rose to their feet, tears still dripping down their cheeks.
Carol and Linda each picked up a solid wooden hairbrush from beside them.
Jessica’s stomach dropped. “N-No…”
Carol gave her a sharp look. “Do you want to test me, young lady?”
Jessica whimpered but said nothing.
The men stood and exchanged places with the mothers who sat primly on the spanking chairs, hairbrushes in hand.
“Jessica,” ordered her mother.
Jessica’s legs trembled as she moved toward her mom.
“Kyle,” ordered his mother.
Kyle turned toward her, his stomach tightening with fresh dread. Linda tapped the hairbrush against her palm, her expression unwavering.
“Over,” she said simply.
Kyle’s whole body shook as he lowered himself over his mother’s lap. It was bad enough to be punished by his father, but something about being draped over his mother’s knee, about being completely vulnerable before her, made his humiliation even more unbearable.
Jessica felt the same shame twisting inside her. She had already been soundly punished by her father and father-in-law, and now she was about to endure the same torment from her mother.
Carol wasted no time.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jessica let out a sharp wail as the unforgiving wood connected with her sore, swollen cheeks. The hairbrush was infinitely worse than her father’s hand. The impact was deeper, sharper, sending shockwaves of pain through her entire body.
Kyle didn’t fare any better.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
His back arched as Linda delivered a relentless series of blistering swats to his already bruised backside. He kicked his legs, but she simply held him down, ensuring he had no escape.
Jessica sobbed as Carol continued punishing her, striking the same sensitive spots over and over.
“You acted like a reckless child,” Carol scolded, punctuating each word with a searing smack. “And now, you’re being treated accordingly.”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Kyle’s breath hitched as his mother’s scolding cut through the haze of pain.
“You have embarrassed this family,” Linda said, delivering a sharp swat to the backs of his thighs. “Not only that, but you endangered your wife! Do you have any idea how foolish you’ve been?”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jessica’s sobs turned desperate. “Mom, please! I—I learned my lesson!”
Carol didn’t even hesitate. “No, young lady, I don’t think you have.”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Kyle was beyond words now, his body completely limp over his mother’s lap. The pain had broken him, leaving him nothing more than a sobbing, miserable mess.
Jessica wasn’t far behind. Her body trembled with each strike, her tears soaking the floor beneath her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spankings stopped.
Both mothers helped their sobbing children to their feet.
“Switch,” Carol said.
Fourth Spanking
Jessica let out a choked gasp, her entire body tensing in fresh terror. Her legs wobbled, and she turned to look at her mother with wide, tear-filled eyes.
“M-Mom… please,” she whimpered. “Please, no more! I—I can’t take it! I—”
Carol simply pointed at Linda’s lap.
Kyle, barely able to stand, felt his stomach twist in pure horror. The dads and his mother had already reduced him to a sobbing wreck, but now he had to endure another brutal spanking at the hands of his mother-in-law? His breath hitched as he turned to face Carol.
His lip trembled. “P-Please, Mrs. Harper, I—I’m so sorry, I swear, please—please don’t—”
Carol narrowed her eyes. “Kyle. You will do as you’re told. Or do you need another round?”
Kyle’s breath shuddered, his entire body quivering. He faced Carol’s lap, but his legs refused to move.
Jessica was just as frozen. “Mama Linda, please, I can’t—please don’t make me—”
Linda’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, she tapped the hairbrush against her palm, her patience clearly wearing thin.
“You do not get to decide when this is over, young lady.”
Jessica let out a soft whimper, her eyes darting to her father. Peter’s face was hard, unmoving. She was utterly trapped.
Kyle, still shaking, looked at his father-in-law with desperate, pleading eyes. “Mr. Harper, please, I swear, I—I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll never do anything so stupid again—” His voice cracked, barely more than a broken whisper. “Please don’t make me do this.”
Peter let out a sigh and crossed his arms. “Kyle, you should’ve thought about that before you put my daughter in danger.” He gestured to Carol. “Now get over her knee.”
Kyle’s throat tightened. His hands trembled at his sides, fists clenching and unclenching. He faced Carol’s lap, his face burning hotter than ever.
Jessica let out a strangled sob, looking over to her own mom. “Mom, please,” she whispered. “P-Please, I—”
Carol had had enough.
“BOTH of you. NOW.”
Jessica gasped, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
Kyle’s heart pounded against his ribs.
Then, slowly, shamefully, they obeyed yet again.
Jessica trembled as she lowered herself over Linda’s lap, her stomach churning with humiliation and terror. Kyle, his face streaked with tears, reluctantly bent over Carol’s knee, his hands gripping her ankle as he braced for what was to come.
Both mother-in-laws adjusted their grips, ensuring their new miscreants were completely secured.
Then—
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The heavy wooden hairbrushes snapped down with blistering force.
Jessica screamed. Her entire body jolted forward as Linda delivered a brutal swat directly to the center of her swollen, aching bottom.
Kyle let out a strangled yelp as Carol’s hairbrush smacked down with unrelenting precision, right over the welts left by his mother’s earlier punishment. His legs kicked helplessly, but Carol held him firm.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jessica’s fists pounded against the carpet as Linda continued her ruthless assault, the thick wooden brush igniting fresh fire over already scorched skin.
“You thought you were done?” Linda’s voice was sharp, each word punctuated with a searing swat. “You’re only just getting started, young lady.”
Kyle howled as Carol targeted the sensitive undersides of his cheeks, the sharp smacks sending white-hot agony through his body. His hips bucked involuntarily, his sobs raw and unrestrained.
Carol didn’t slow down. CRACK! “You were reckless.” CRACK! “Irresponsible.” CRACK! “And now—” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “You will learn what real consequences feel like.”
Jessica wailed. The brush felt like fire, scorching every inch of her battered backside. Her toes curled, her legs kicking wildly, her shame complete.
Linda didn’t let up. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Each searing smack landed with ruthless precision, leaving angry red blotches across Jessica’s quivering bottom.
Kyle was no better off. The brush was relentless, landing over and over on his raw, vulnerable skin. He howled, his sobs filling the room as Carol spanked lower, right at the crease where his backside met his thighs.
And then Carol said, “And don’t think you two are done after this,” she said, his tone casual, “you still have your fathers’ belts to face.”
Jessica let out a desperate sob, her whole body going rigid. No!
Kyle’s breath hitched in his throat. More?
Linda and Carol didn’t stop. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The hairbrushes continued their brutal work, landing swat after devastating swat as both miscreants cried and begged.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jessica screamed. The fire in her bottom was unbearable, the promise of the belt looming over her like a death sentence.
Kyle was lost. His body shook with ragged sobs, his mind barely able to process the relentless punishment.
Carol’s grip on his waist tightened. “I want you to think about that belt, Kyle.” CRACK! CRACK! “I want you to think about how much worse it’s going to feel after this.” CRACK!
Kyle let out a desperate, broken cry. “Please! Please, no more! I’ll be good, I swear! I—”
Carol’s voice was cold. “You should have thought about that before.”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jessica collapsed against her mother-in-law’s lap, completely broken. Her bottom throbbed with deep, agonizing pain, the bruises and welts forming rapidly.
Kyle couldn’t breathe. His body limp, his face pressed into the carpet, his sobs weak and pitiful.
Then, finally—
The hairbrushes stopped.
The room was filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged, broken crying.
But they knew it wasn’t over.
Because behind them—
Their fathers were unbuckling their belts.
Fifth Spanking
“Get up,” Peter ordered.
Jessica and Kyle could barely stand. Their bodies trembled, their faces soaked with tears, their backsides throbbing with deep, scorching pain. And yet, despite their complete and utter submission, their punishment was far from over.
Behind them, the sound of leather sliding through belt loops sent fresh waves of terror through their broken minds.
“Over the back of the couch,” Peter ordered.
Jessica let out a choked sob. No.
Kyle couldn’t breathe. It couldn’t get worse than this. It just couldn’t.
But the fathers waited without sympathy.
Linda’s voice was sharp. “Now.”
With great effort, the two broken, sobbing miscreants obeyed.
Jessica took slow, shuffling steps toward the couch, her pants and underwear still tangled around her ankles, forcing her to waddle with pathetic helplessness. She let out a humiliated whimper as she bent forward over the back of the couch, her swollen, welted bottom arching up high, fully exposed.
Kyle was no better off. His legs trembled as he limped into place, his shame on full display. The punishment had reduced him to nothing, but now he had to endure even worse. He bent forward, his burning backside sticking out beside his wife’s, both of them side by side, vulnerable, waiting for the worst to come.
Jessica sobbed into the couch cushion. Her bottom was already a deep, bruised red, covered in blotchy welts from the hairbrush. She could feel every pair of eyes behind her, watching, judging.
Kyle squeezed his eyes shut. His thighs shook, his fists gripping the couch cushions. He could feel the cool air against his beaten skin, his most private areas exposed with no way to shield himself.
And then—
SWISH CRACK!
Jessica screamed.
Robert’s belt lashed across the center of her bottom, the thick leather biting deep into already punished flesh.
Kyle barely had a second to react before—
SWISH CRACK!
He howled as his father’s belt whipped across his backside, a line of fire exploding across his skin.
Robert was merciless.
SWISH CRACK! A stroke to Jessica’s upper cheeks.
SWISH CRACK! A stroke to Kyle’s lower thighs.
Jessica’s legs kicked desperately, but her movement only made her humiliation worse. She knew what she was exposing, knew how vulnerable she looked, but there was no escape.
Kyle’s body jerked with each lash, his hands clenching the couch cushion for dear life. The searing fire of the belt was beyond anything he’d ever felt.
SWISH CRACK!
“This is what irresponsibility gets you,” Robert scolded.
SWISH CRACK!
“This is what happens when you act like reckless fools!”
Jessica’s sobs turned into desperate, high-pitched wails.
Kyle let out a strangled, gasping cry.
The mothers watched in silent judgment, their arms crossed, their expressions cool and unwavering. They had discussed this, insisted on this, as soon as they had heard. They had demanded this. And now, they bore witness to their decree carried out in full.
Carol’s lips pressed together in satisfaction as she observed her daughter’s disgrace. Jessica lay crushed and sobbing over the back of the couch, her swollen, welted backside arched high in the air, trembling under the relentless lash of the belt. Every time the leather snapped against her scorched flesh, Jessica let out a pitiful wail, her feet drumming against the floor in an undignified, childish display. She no longer had the luxury of modesty—every frantic kick only served to humiliate her further, exposing parts of her body that should never have been seen, making her shame all the more unbearable.
Beside her, Kyle was no better off. Linda’s eyes narrowed as she studied her son’s torment. He had once been so stubborn, so sure of himself. But now? Now he was nothing. Reduced to a sobbing, wretched boy, his face pressed into the cushions as his body jerked with every merciless stroke. His bottom was no longer merely red—it was bruised, swollen, mottled with deep purple welts that testified to his utter defeat. Linda watched as his toes curled into the carpet, his knuckles white from gripping the couch cushion, his chest shuddering with gasping sobs.
This is what they had needed. This is what they had deserved.
The mothers did not flinch as the belts continued to fall, Kyle’s father delivering each lash with deliberate, unwavering purpose. The sharp crack of leather against flesh rang through the room, punctuated by Jessica’s shrill cries and Kyle’s guttural sobs. And yet, despite the undeniable pain, despite the obvious suffering, neither mother felt even the slightest hint of pity.
No, this was justice. They had made their choices, and choices had consequences.
SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK!
The belt landed over and over, alternating between their swollen, welted backsides.
Jessica’s knees buckled, but she forced herself to stay in position.
Kyle’s toes curled against the carpet, his whole body shaking.
Then, after a dozen excruciating strokes to each of them Robert stepped back, his belt still coiled in his hand, his breathing steady and controlled. His work was done—for now. The belt had left its mark, deep and unmistakable, across both of their blistered backsides. But the punishment was not yet over.
Sixth Spanking
Jessica was sobbing uncontrollably into the couch cushions, her body trembling, her bottom a deep, burning red covered in thick, angry welts. Every inch of her backside throbbed, pulsing with searing pain. She barely had the strength to keep herself draped over the couch, but she dared not move. Not with her Daddy waiting behind her, his belt already unfastened, dangling ominously from his grip.
Kyle could barely lift his head. His face was streaked with tears, his fists clenched around the couch cushion as he fought for breath. His backside felt like raw meat—swollen, welted, on fire. The belt had stolen every last shred of his dignity, reducing him to nothing more than a sobbing, broken mess. And yet, he knew it wasn’t over. He could hear his father-in-law stepping forward, the quiet rustling of leather as he adjusted his grip.
“No,” Kyle whimpered, his voice hoarse and desperate. “No, please—Sir, please! I—I’ve learned my lesson—please!”
Jessica let out a strangled sob, twisting slightly to look back over her shoulder. “Daddy, no! Please, I can’t take any more! I—I swear, I’ll be good! Please, I’ll do anything!”
Their pleading was met with silence.
Carol’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “You’ll take every stroke you’ve earned, young lady.”
Jessica let out a pitiful wail, burying her face in the couch.
Kyle gasped for air, his voice cracking. “Sir—please, I—”
SWISH CRACK!
Kyle’s entire body jolted forward as Peter’s belt struck across his sit spots, landing right over the deepest, most bruised welts his father had left behind.
Kyle screamed.
Jessica’s sobs turned frantic. “NO! NO, PLEASE—”
SWISH CRACK!
Jessica’s shriek echoed off the walls as Peter’s belt snapped across the fullest part of her backside, the thick leather biting deep into already punished flesh.
“You should have thought about this before,” Peter’s voice was steady, firm, unmoved by their pleas.
Kyle kicked his feet against the carpet, his hands clawing at the cushions. “I did! I swear I did—please! No more, please—”
SWISH CRACK!
Jessica let out a sob so broken, so desperate, it was almost inhuman. Her feet stomped helplessly against the floor, her entire body convulsing in agony.
Peter didn’t slow.
SWISH CRACK!
“You weren’t thinking about consequences when you made your choices,” he lectured, his tone cold and sharp.
Kyle sobbed openly. “I—I swear, I’ll never—AHHH!”
SWISH CRACK!
The belt lashed across his lower thighs, a line of fire so sharp he thought he might collapse.
Jessica’s legs buckled. “I—I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” she wailed, her words dissolving into frantic, incoherent sobs.
Peter’s response was another lash of his belt.
SWISH CRACK!
“You’ll be good when I say you’ve learned to be good.”
Jessica’s voice rose into a wailing shriek as the belt struck again, leaving another deep, purpling welt across the most sensitive part of her backside.
Kyle slumped forward, his body limp and broken over the couch, his sobs raw and ragged.
Peter raised the belt again.
They had plenty more to learn.
SWISH CRACK!
Jessica let out another shriek as her father’s belt lashed across the sensitive underside of her cheeks.
Kyle sucked in a breath, his whole body tensing.
SWISH CRACK!
The leather bit into his sit spots, the pain blinding, scorching, unbearable.
SWISH CRACK!
“You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
SWISH CRACK!
“Grown adults, acting like foolish teenagers.”
Jessica’s feet stomped against the floor, her bottom bouncing helplessly with each agonizing stroke.
Kyle was reduced to helpless sobs, his entire body limp, too broken to fight back.
SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK!
The belt landed over and over, leaving deep, purpling welts across their already battered skin.
Jessica was wailing now, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Kyle was completely shattered, his body slumped over the couch, broken.
And then—
Finally, after another dozen each—
It stopped.
Jessica couldn’t move. Her backside was on fire, throbbing with deep, bruising agony.
Kyle couldn’t breathe. His whole body shook, his mind numb, his bottom nothing but searing pain.
Their parents let them cry, allowing the lesson to fully sink in.
Finally, Peter sighed. “Go stand against the wall. Hands on your heads.”
Timeout
Kyle and Jessica hobbled to the nearest wall, their hands atop their heads, elbow to elbow, their burning, swollen bottoms completely exposed.
The embarrassment was unbearable.
Their parents exchanged glances, their expressions softening slightly.
Robert sighed. “We love you both. But if you want to be treated like adults, act like it.”
Jessica sniffled. Kyle nodded.
They had definitely learned their lesson.
After what felt like an eternity to the kids, but was only a mere half hour,, the silence was broken by Peter’s voice.
“Alright, you two can pull up your pants now.”
Loan Terms
Their parents sat in the living room, waiting expectantly. There was no escape from what came next. Jessica and Kyle turned around, faces streaked with tears, and shuffled toward the couch.
Robert gestured to the loveseat. “Sit.”
“Assuming you can,” he added wryly.
Kyle and Jessica winced as they lowered themselves onto the cushion, their bottoms far too sore to comfortably rest. Jessica let out a small whimper, shifting uncomfortably, while Kyle bit his lip and tried to sit as lightly as possible.
Linda folded her arms. “Now, let’s talk about the future.”
Kyle swallowed hard, utterly humbled. “We—um—we really appreciate any help you can give. We’re desperate.”
Carol raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you are. But don’t mistake our generosity for a bailout. We are helping, but this is not a free handout.”
Peter nodded. “We’re going to chip in equally to loan you the money you need to recover. It will be enough to cover your rent for the next few months, replace your stolen belongings, and give you a bit of a buffer while you get back on track.”
“But it’s a loan,” Robert emphasized. “Not a gift.”
Jessica glanced at Kyle. “We understand.”
Carol went on. “We’ll be setting up a structured repayment plan for you two. Every month, you’ll make payments to us—equal payments. We will not tolerate any missed deadlines.”
Kyle nodded slowly. “Okay. That seems fair.”
Linda leaned forward, leveling them with a serious stare. “And if you do come up short one month, you’ll have to decide together who takes the consequences.”
Jessica blinked. “Consequences?”
Robert’s mouth twitched into something between a smirk and a warning. “If you miss a payment, one of you gets a spanking. You can choose who gets it amongst yourselves”
Jessica’s stomach dropped.
Kyle’s jaw tightened. “You’re joking.”
Peter shook his head. “Oh, we’re absolutely serious. I would have thought today had convinced you of that,” he added with a chuckle.
Linda tilted her head. “We just proved that discipline works. You won’t be reckless again, will you?”
Jessica shivered, rubbing her sore backside. “N-no…”
“Good,” Carol said. “But if you fail to meet your obligations, we will remind you.”
Jessica’s face turned crimson. The idea of being put through this again was horrifying.
The weight of responsibility settled over them. This was their reality now—earn back their trust, pay their debts, and avoid the consequences.
Jessica bit her lip. “We’ll be responsible. We promise.”
Carol gave her a knowing smile. “We’ll see, sweetheart. We’ll see.”
Aftermath
The ride home had been silent.
Jessica and Kyle sat gingerly in the back seat of his dad’s car, their battered backsides barely touching the seats, shifting every time the car hit the slightest bump in the road. Their bodies were still trembling from the punishment, their minds still reeling from the sheer humiliation of it all.
Neither of them dared speak.
The weight of what had happened, of what they had endured, was still pressing down on them like a heavy fog.
When they finally pulled up to their apartment complex, Kyle’s father, Robert, turned in his seat. “I trust we won’t be having another incident like this?”
Kyle’s stomach twisted. He turned to face his father, but he couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Jessica, beside him, let out a shaky breath. “No, sir.”
With one final glance at his dad, Kyle and Jessica stepped out of the car, their legs still shaky from exhaustion. His dad didn’t linger—he simply drove away, his message delivered.
And just like that, Kyle and Jessica were alone.
Kyle exhaled deeply, rubbing his face. “I—I still can’t believe that happened.”
Jessica didn’t answer. She just walked stiffly toward their apartment door, each step sending a fresh wave of throbbing pain through her bottom. She reached for the key, but her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped it.
Kyle stepped in to help, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
They stepped inside, and for a moment, they just stood there.
The apartment was exactly the same as when they had left. The pile of dirty dishes in the sink, the stack of unopened mail on the counter, the laundry basket still half-full in the corner.
But they weren’t the same.
Kyle exhaled sharply, shutting the door behind them.
Jessica didn’t even say a word—she just reached down and carefully peeled her leggings down, wincing as the fabric dragged over her swollen, welted skin.
Kyle’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
Jessica let out a shaky, breathy laugh. “I need to see.”
She gingerly turned, lowering her underwear next, before stepping toward the full-length mirror they had near the bathroom. The moment she caught sight of her bruised, battered bottom, she gasped softly.
Kyle, unable to help himself, stepped behind her, looking at the reflection.
His stomach dropped.
Her once pale, smooth skin was now a patchwork of deep, angry red and darkening purple welts. The spots where the belt had lashed across her skin were raised, raw, still throbbing.
Jessica shuddered. “Oh my God.”
Kyle ran a hand through his hair. “They weren’t kidding.”
Jessica turned to him. “Your turn.”
Kyle let out a small, weak laugh. “No way.”
Jessica gave him a look. “Come on. You saw mine…”
With a heavy sigh, he unbuckled his jeans, grimacing as he slowly lowered them. The moment the denim brushed against his raw skin, he let out a hiss. Then, with careful movements, he pulled his underwear down.
Jessica gasped softly.
Kyle turned slightly, glancing at himself in the mirror.
His stomach turned.
His backside looked just as bad—if not worse. The deep bruises had already started forming, angry welts striping his skin from the belt. He swallowed hard, the memory of being bent over the couch, completely exposed and helpless, flashing through his mind.
Jessica bit her lip. “They really meant business.”
Kyle let out a dry, humorless laugh. “No kidding.”
Jessica carefully pulled her underwear and leggings back up, whimpering softly as the fabric brushed against her skin, as Kyle did the same. “I can’t believe we let that happen.”
Kyle sighed, reaching for his own clothes. “Did we really have a choice?”
Jessica exhaled sharply. “I guess not.”
They both sat on the edge of the bed—carefully, trying to avoid putting too much weight on their sore bottoms.
For a moment, they just sat there in silence.
Then—
Jessica spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Kyle glanced at her. “Me neither.”
Jessica’s face burned. “I keep replaying it in my head. Standing there… having to take my pants down… knowing they were all looking.”
Kyle swallowed hard. “Same.”
Jessica hugged her knees. “I keep thinking about how I felt when Mom made me put my hands at my sides.” She shuddered. “Just standing there, totally exposed, knowing your Dad could see…”
Kyle rubbed his face. “And me in front of your mom. God.”
Jessica turned her head toward him. “What was worse? That, or the spankings?”
Kyle let out a breath. “No contest. The spankings.”
Jessica nodded, her lip trembling. “Yeah, I guess.”
They sat in silence for another long moment.
Then—
Jessica turned toward him, her eyes wet, tired, desperate. “Kyle?”
He looked at her. “Yeah?”
She took a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t ever want to go through that again.”
Kyle nodded immediately. “We won’t.”
Jessica let out a soft, broken laugh. “We can’t be late on that loan.”
Kyle chuckled weakly. “No kidding.”
First Month
Kyle and Jessica had never been more motivated in their lives. The memory of that humiliating punishment was burned into their minds—every swat, every tear, every second spent in that awful, vulnerable position. There was no way they were going to let themselves fall behind.
For the first month, they were careful. They budgeted every cent, avoided unnecessary spending, and Kyle even picked up extra shifts to ensure they met their first payment. When the due date arrived, they had just barely scraped together what they owed.
It had been close—too close. But they had made it.
Their parents accepted the payments without much fanfare, simply nodding in approval. There were no lectures, no warnings, and—most importantly—no punishments.
Jessica had exhaled in relief as they left her parents’ house. “One down. Only eleven more to go.”
Kyle had laughed nervously. “Yeah… let’s just hope next month isn’t this tight.”
Unfortunately, it was.
Second Month
The second month was even harder.
Jessica still hadn’t found steady work, and while Kyle had managed to pull in extra shifts, it wasn’t quite enough. By the time the payment deadline rolled around, they sat at the kitchen table staring at the numbers on Jessica’s laptop screen.
Kyle ran his hands through his hair. “We’re short.”
Jessica chewed on her lip, her stomach twisting. “By how much?”
Kyle sighed. “Fifty bucks.”
Jessica’s heart sank.
They had nothing left to scrounge. No more side gigs. No extra savings. They had paid rent, groceries, and utilities. There was no way to magically conjure up an extra fifty dollars before tomorrow.
Jessica slowly closed the laptop, looking at her husband. “So what do we do?”
Kyle’s face darkened. “You know what.”
Silence stretched between them.
They both knew the deal.
If they were short on a payment, one of them had to take the spanking.
Jessica swallowed hard. “Well… I mean… maybe you should—”
Kyle’s head snapped up. “Me?! Jess, I’ve been working overtime to get us this money. I picked up every extra shift I could find! You’ve been out of work, maybe you should take it!”
Jessica’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me?! I’ve been looking for a job every single day! I’ve been the one cooking, cleaning, making sure we don’t waste money! If anything, you should take it!”
Kyle scoffed. “Oh, sure, that makes sense. I bust my ass for extra cash, and my reward is getting my ass whooped? No thanks!”
Jessica crossed her arms. “Oh, and I’m just supposed to bend over for them?”
Kyle threw up his hands. “Someone has to, Jess! We don’t have the money!”
Jessica’s face burned. “Well, I’m not doing it!”
Kyle groaned. “Neither am I!”
They stared at each other, tension thick in the air.
Jessica clenched her jaw. “We can’t just… tell them we need more time?”
Kyle shook his head. “It won’t work.”
Jessica shuddered. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of last time.
Kyle exhaled, rubbing his face. “So what do we do?”
Jessica bit her lip. “We have to choose.”
Kyle’s stomach churned. Neither of them wanted to take the fall. But the deadline was tomorrow, and their parents weren’t going to budge.
One of them was going to be over a lap by the end of tomorrow night.
They just had to decide who.
Kyle sighed, reaching into his pocket. “We flip for it.”
Jessica blinked. “Flip what?”
Kyle pulled out a quarter and held it between his fingers. “A coin. Heads, I take it. Tails, you do.”
Jessica’s stomach flipped. “You want to leave this up to chance?”
Kyle gave her a tired look. “Do you have a better idea?”
She didn’t.
Jessica exhaled sharply, then nodded. “Fine.”
Kyle held up the coin between them. “Once it lands, no backing out.”
Jessica swallowed. “Deal.”
Kyle took a deep breath, then flicked the coin into the air.
It spun rapidly, catching the dim kitchen light before falling toward the table.
Clink.
The coin wobbled for a second before coming to a stop.
Jessica and Kyle both leaned forward, eyes locked on the result.
Tails.
Jessica’s heart stopped.
Kyle stared for a moment, then let out a long breath. “Welp.” He looked up at her. “Guess it’s you.”
Jessica’s mouth went dry. “B-but—”
Kyle shrugged helplessly. “Fair’s fair.”
Jessica’s face burned as she buried her head in her hands.
She had lost.
Tomorrow night, she’d be back over their parents’ knees.
Second Repayment
The air was thick with tension as Kyle and Jessica sat on the couch, waiting for the inevitable. They had gathered in Jessica’s parents’ living room, just like last time, their four parents seated across from them. The second repayment was due.
Jessica’s stomach was in knots. She felt clammy, her hands twisting in her lap as Kyle handed over the envelope.
Peter took the money and counted it out. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of bills. Then—
Peter’s voice cut through the tension. “It’s $50 short.”
Kyle’s jaw tightened. Jessica stared at the floor.
Carol raised an eyebrow. “Who’s taking the spanking?”
Jessica’s face burned hot. Kyle cleared his throat. “Look, we tried—”
“Who’s taking the spanking?” Linda repeated, her tone firm.
Kyle sighed. “We had a tough month, but we’ll make the payment next time. I mean, we’re only behind by—”
“Stop,” Linda said, cutting him off. “We agreed on the rules. Falling behind means consequences. You knew this would happen if you came up short.”
Jessica swallowed hard. “But we’re trying—”
Linda shook her head. “This isn’t about effort, sweetheart. It’s about discipline and results. Who. Is. Getting. Spanked?”
Kyle clenched his jaw. Jessica felt the weight of the question pressing down on her. She hesitated, glancing at Kyle, who still looked like he wanted to argue.
Carol sighed. “Who is it?”
Jessica’s stomach churned. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand. “We… we flipped a coin,” she whispered, her cheeks burning with shame.
Robert’s lips twitched into something close to satisfaction. “And?”
Jessica’s fingers curled against her skirt. “It landed on tails. I lost.”
Kyle exhaled, looking away. He didn’t want to watch this any more than she wanted to live it.
Peter nodded. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
Jessica’s heart pounded as Carol reached forward, taking her by the wrist.
“Stand up,” her mother ordered.
Second Punishment
Jessica obeyed, her legs shaky beneath her as she stood in front of them. She felt so small—like she was a misbehaving child rather than a married woman.
Her dad, Peter, gestured to her skirt. “Lift it.”
Jessica hesitated, her face going crimson.
Carol’s tone left no room for debate. “Jessica.”
With a shuddering breath, Jessica reached down and lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of pale blue panties.
Carol reached over, hooking her fingers into the waistband. Jessica whimpered softly as her mother tugged her panties down to her knees.
Jessica’s entire body burned with shame as she stood there, her skirt bunched in her trembling hands, her panties humiliatingly lowered to her knees. The air in the room felt stifling, heavy with judgment. She couldn’t look at anyone—not her mother, not Kyle’s mother, and certainly not the two fathers in the room.
Her father-in-law, Robert, exhaled sharply, the sound almost approving, while her own father, Peter, cleared his throat. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, knowing they were both looking at her now—at everything.
She had never felt so exposed, so small. She wasn’t a little girl being scolded anymore—she was a grown woman, a married woman, standing there with her bare pussy on display, waiting for a punishment she couldn’t escape.
Robert’s voice came next, deep and firm. “Jessica, look at me.”
Her stomach churned. She bit her lip, but forced herself to lift her gaze. Her father-in-law’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes held hers in place, as if daring her to flinch away.
“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” he asked, his tone as steady as ever.
Jessica’s throat felt tight. “Y-yes, sir,” she whispered.
Her own father shifted in his seat, his expression unreadable. Peter had always been a stern man, but she had never imagined he would be here for this—to witness his adult daughter standing half-naked, waiting for her discipline like a disobedient schoolgirl.
“Say it,” her father instructed.
Jessica swallowed against the lump in her throat. “Because… because we came up short on our payment,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Linda nodded approvingly. “And what happens when you come up short?”
Jessica’s lower lip quivered. She didn’t want to say it. Saying it out loud would make it even more real, even more humiliating.
Her mother didn’t let her hesitate. “Say it, Jessica.”
Jessica’s shoulders hunched slightly, her entire body burning with embarrassment. She inhaled shakily and forced the words out. “One of us… one of us gets spanked.”
Robert and Peter exchanged glances. Her father-in-law gave a slight nod, as if confirming that everything was as it should be.
“That’s right,” Carol said briskly. “Over my lap.”
Jessica’s heart pounded harder. The moment had arrived. There was no escape.
With legs that felt like lead, she stepped forward, the movement causing her lowered panties to slip further down her calves. She turned slightly, her eyes darting toward Kyle, but he looked away, his jaw tight. He hated seeing her like this, but he also knew better than to interfere.
As Jessica lowered herself over her mother’s lap, she felt a fresh wave of humiliation crash over her. The position was so vulnerable, so juvenile. Her bare bottom was raised, completely exposed to the room, to her husband, her mother-in-law, and worst of all—her father and father-in-law.
She clenched her fists against the carpet. She could feel the cool air against her skin, could sense their eyes on her, evaluating the sight of her positioned for discipline.
Her mother rested a firm hand on her lower back, holding her in place. “I expect you to take this properly, young lady,” she said, her voice as calm and measured as ever.
Jessica’s breath hitched. She barely had time to brace herself before the first crack of the spanking landed.
SMACK!
She gasped, her fingers gripping the chair leg. The sharp sting bloomed instantly, heat radiating across her exposed flesh.
A second swat followed, then a third, each one firm and deliberate. SMACK! SMACK! Jessica’s mortification only deepened as the spanking continued, each sharp smack echoing in the heavy silence of the room.
She knew they were all watching. She could feel their eyes on her. Every smack made her bottom jiggle slightly, a humiliating reminder of just how exposed she was.
Tears stung at the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t sure what was worse—the pain of the spanking or the unbearable shame of being punished like this in front of the men in her life.
By the tenth smack, her composure cracked. A small whimper escaped her lips.
Her mother paused. “We’re just getting started, young lady,” she said calmly. “And if you start squirming, I’ll ask your father to hold you down.”
Jessica’s face burned with humiliation. She didn’t dare move.
The next swat landed harder, SMACK! and this time, a soft sob broke free.
She knew there was no stopping it now. Not until they were satisfied that she had learned her lesson.
Kyle stared at the floor, his own face burning. He wanted to look away, but the parents had positioned him directly in front of the spanking chair so that he had no choice but to watch.
Carol’s hand continued coming down.
SMACK!
Jessica yelped, her fingers gripping her mother’s knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Carol spanked with sharp, precise swats, covering every inch of Jessica’s bottom.
Jessica sucked in a breath, already blinking back tears.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sound of each slap filled the room, echoing painfully in Jessica’s ears.
Then, just as she thought she might have a moment of relief—
“Switch,” Peter ordered.
Jessica was helped up, Peter and Carol exchanged places, and Jessica was immediately guided over his lap.
Kyle winced, watching as his father-in-law took over, his palm much heavier than Carol’s.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica gasped, her legs kicking slightly.
Tears welled in her eyes as the spanking continued. Her father was unrelenting, giving her just as many swats of his hand, if not more, that his wife had.
Robert was next.
Jessica’s bottom was already burning by the time she was bent over her father-in-law’s lap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Each of her father-in-law’s swats felt like fire against her tender skin. Robert was the largest and strongest of them, and she felt most like a little girl while over his firm lap, his large hand easily covering both of her tiny rear cheeks at once and sending shudders of sensation through her most shameful places,
By the time her mother-in-law Linda took her turn, Jessica was openly crying, sniffling between swats.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Kyle swallowed hard. He could see the redness deepening, the way Jessica’s bottom trembled beneath each strike.
When the final swat landed, Linda let out a breath. “There. That should remind you two to stay on top of your payments.”
Jessica was finally helped up, her legs shaky. Her skirt fell and her hands flew to her burning backside, rubbing frantically.
Peter cleared his throat. “Now, let’s talk about next month’s payment.”
More Repayment Terms
Jessica sniffled, pulling up her panties. “N-next month?”
Carol gave her a firm look. “Yes. You’re behind now, which means next month’s payment will be the usual amount, plus the $50 you missed this month.”
Kyle blinked. “Wait… what?”
Robert nodded. “You didn’t actually think we’d just let it slide, did you?”
Jessica felt panic rising in her chest. “B-but it’s already so hard just to make the regular payment! If we fall short again, and it gets added to the next month, and then the next—”
Peter nodded. “That’s exactly how it works.”
Kyle felt his pulse quicken. “That means it’ll just keep piling up until it’s impossible to catch up!”
Carol sighed. “Then you’d better make sure you pay in full.”
Jessica let out a helpless whimper, looking at Kyle for support.
Peter’s voice remained firm. “And just so you understand—what Jessica got today was a $50 spanking.”
Jessica’s breath hitched. “W-what?”
Linda nodded. “The severity of the spanking matches the amount you owe.”
Jessica’s stomach dropped. “You—you mean—”
Carol gave a knowing smirk. “If you come up more than that short again, the punishment will be worse. The more you owe, the harder, longer, and more humiliating it gets.”
Kyle clenched his jaw. “That’s insane.”
Robert shrugged. “No, that’s accountability.”
Jessica whimpered, fresh tears welling in her eyes.
Kyle exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “So if we don’t have the full amount next month—”
Peter’s eyes darkened. “Then one of you will be right back over our knees. And worse than this if its more than $50 short.”
Jessica’s breath came out in quick, panicked gasps.
Kyle let out a slow, resigned sigh. “Guess we better figure out how to make an extra hundred bucks.”
Jessica shivered, rubbing her sore bottom.
She knew they were doomed.
Third Month
The stress in the tiny apartment was unbearable. The deadline was here again, and once more, they were short.
Not just a little short—this time, they were short $150 in total, including the $50 they still owed from last month that had gotten Jessica spanked.
Kyle sat at the kitchen table, staring at the numbers on Jessica’s laptop screen, his fingers pressed against his temples. “We don’t have it.”
Jessica fidgeted, standing near the sink, her arms crossed. “We almost have it,” she tried.
Kyle scoffed. “No, Jess. We’re $150 short. That’s not ‘almost.’ That’s screwed.”
Jessica bit her lip. “Well… we knew this might happen.”
Kyle let out a sharp breath, pushing the laptop aside. “Yeah, but I thought you’d at least have found a job by now!”
Jessica flinched. “I am looking.”
Kyle leveled her with a hard stare. “For three months? And yet, somehow, you still found time to buy that stupid dress?”
Jessica’s face went red. “It was on sale! And I needed something nice for—”
“You needed to make our payments, Jess!” Kyle snapped, his voice sharp. “We are literally fighting to keep our heads above water, and you spent seventy dollars on a dress we can’t afford?”
Jessica clenched her fists. “I didn’t mean to make it harder!”
Kyle let out a dry laugh. “Oh, but you did! And now we have to decide who gets spanked for it!”
Jessica’s stomach clenched. “W-well, it’s your turn,” she muttered.
Kyle’s eyes flashed. “Excuse me?”
“We need to take turns!” Jessica insisted. “I took the first spanking! That means it’s your turn!”
Kyle’s jaw tightened. “Oh, does it? Even though I’m the one who’s been working overtime, picking up extra shifts, doing everything I can while you sit here and not get hired?”
Jessica’s mouth fell open. “That’s not fair—”
“Oh, it’s not?!” Kyle snapped, pushing up from the table. “I’ve been breaking my back to make these payments, while you not only failed to pull your weight, but actively wasted money!” He folded his arms. “So why the hell should I be the one getting spanked for it?”
Jessica’s face burned. “B-because… because it’s your turn!”
Kyle scoffed. “Oh, that’s your argument? That we just go back and forth like it’s some kind of rotation? Forget about who actually screwed up?”
Jessica flinched.
Kyle’s voice lowered. “I love you, Jess. But you are not putting me over their knees for your mistakes.”
Jessica swallowed hard. “Kyle, please…”
But she knew he wasn’t going to budge.
At an impasse, Kyle reached into his pocket.
Jessica’s heart stopped.
“No,” she whispered.
Kyle held up the quarter. “Only fair way to do it. And you’re lucky I’m giving you this chance again.”
Jessica felt her stomach twist.
Kyle rolled the coin between his fingers. “Heads, I take it. Tails, you do.”
Jessica hesitated. She knew she was pushing her luck—after last time, she couldn’t go through that again.
Kyle’s expression softened, just for a second. “Come on, Jess. I’m giving you a break here.”
Jessica inhaled shakily. Then, with a weak nod, she agreed.
Kyle flicked the coin into the air.
It spun rapidly, catching the kitchen light before landing on the table with a sharp clink.
It wobbled.
Settled.
Tails… again.
Jessica’s face drained of color.
Kyle exhaled, looking almost relieved. “Guess that settles it.”
Jessica’s hands flew to her mouth. “No… no, no, no…”
Kyle set the coin down and gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Jess. But fair’s fair.”
Jessica whimpered, already imagining what was coming.
She was really in for it this time.
Third Repayment
The moment Kyle and Jessica stepped into Jessica’s parents’ living room, they could feel the weight of judgment pressing down on them. Their four parents sat in the same arrangement as before, with Peter and Carol in the center, Robert and Linda on either side.
Jessica’s stomach was already twisting into knots. She knew what was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Peter folded his arms. “Well? Let’s see the money.”
Kyle sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out the envelope. He handed it over, watching as the parents counted it together, their faces darkening.
Robert was the first to speak. “You’re short.”
Carol nodded. “The base payment is $100 short and with the back payment that’s $150 this time.”
Jessica looked down at her feet, her cheeks already heating.
Linda let out a disappointed sigh. “What happened?”
Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “We tried—”
“Not hard enough, clearly,” Peter cut in, shaking his head. “Last month it was $50. This month it’s $150. You’re moving in the wrong direction.”
Carol gave them a long, searching look. “So? Who did you decide?”
Jessica gulped, then weakly raised her hand.
Silence fell over the room.
All four parents turned their gaze toward Kyle.
Robert arched an eyebrow. “Again?”
Kyle hesitated. “We… we flipped a coin.”
Peter scoffed. “You flipped a coin?”
Linda’s gaze was sharp. “So your wife is the only one who’s being punished for these short payments?”
Kyle shifted under their scrutiny. “I… I’ve been working overtime. I was the one bringing in the money. Jessica still hasn’t gotten a job, and she made a purchase she shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair for me to take it this time.”
Carol let out a huff, shaking her head. “So you let her take the fall.”
Kyle swallowed hard. “But we still flipped for it. It—it was fair.”
Peter gave him a skeptical look, but then turned to Jessica. “Well, you already know this is going to be worse than last time.”
Jessica’s throat went dry.
Peter nodded. “We warned you. A $150 spanking is going to be longer, harder, and more humiliating.”
Jessica let out a small whimper.
Carol gestured to her. “Skirt off.”
Third Punishment
Jessica’s stomach plummeted. “W-what?”
Linda’s voice was firm. “Take your skirt off, young lady. Right off.”
Jessica’s hands trembled as she reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt. With a deep breath, she unfastened it and let it slide down her legs, stepping out of it.
She stood there in only her blouse and panties, her face blazing.
Carol’s eyes didn’t soften. “Panties, too.”
Jessica let out a shaky breath, her fingers trembling as she hooked them into the waistband. Slowly, she lowered them down, her face burning hotter with every second.
Once they were at her ankles, she stepped out of them.
Carol patted the couch. “Lie down.”
Jessica blinked. “L-lie down?”
Linda nodded. “On your back.”
Jessica’s breath hitched. “I—I don’t understand—”
Carol gave her a knowing smirk. “Oh, you will.”
Jessica’s legs wobbled as she approached the couch. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her back, her exposed skin against the soft cushions.
Peter leaned forward. “Legs up.”
Jessica gasped. “W-what?”
Carol reached forward and took hold of her daughter’s ankles.
Jessica let out a soft cry as her legs were lifted high into the air, bent back over her body in the exact position used to change a baby’s diaper.
Kyle’s breath caught in his throat, his guilt mounting. He had thought last time was humiliating, but this… this was something else.
Jessica squirmed, already feeling unbearably exposed. “N-no, please—”
Linda tilted her head. “We told you this would be more humiliating.”
Robert nodded. “A $150 spanking means we raise the stakes.”
Kyle felt his gut twist as he watched his wife’s bottom—already a light pink from last time—tilted perfectly upward, completely vulnerable, her bare pussy gaped open and even her little brown bottom hole on full display.
Carol adjusted her grip. “And now… we begin.”
SMACK!
Jessica cried out.
Carol’s palm landed hard against her upturned bottom, sending a sharp sting radiating through her body.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Tears immediately pricked at Jessica’s eyes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Kyle clenched his fists, his stomach churning.
Then—
“Switch.”
Carol passed Jessica’s legs to Peter, Jessica’s dad.
Jessica let out a small sob. “No, please—”
Peter didn’t hesitate.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica’s wail filled the room.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Kyle swallowed hard. His wife’s bottom was rapidly turning a deeper shade of red.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Tears streaked Jessica’s face as she squirmed, her legs held firmly in place. Her father’s smacks were low on her bum, directly over her bum hole, only slightly above her humiliatingly displayed pussy.
Then—
“Switch.”
Peter passed her legs to Linda.
Linda didn’t hold back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica let out a desperate wail.
Kyle felt like he might cry just from watching.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica kicked helplessly, but Linda held her steady.
Then—
Robert took his turn.
Robert, Kyle’s dad, a construction worker by trade, held her high and Jessica screamed as his massive hand came down, landing with a resounding SMACK! across both upturned cheeks at once. The impact sent a fresh wave of blistering heat through her already burning backside and deep into her anus and pussy.
Her body jolted, her arms flailing as she kicked wildly. “P-please! No, stop! I—I can’t take anymore!”
Robert, his expression stern and unyielding, merely adjusted his grip. “You should’ve thought about that before you came up short again.”
Jessica bucked and twisted, desperate to escape the relentless punishment, but Robert was unfazed. His strong grip tightened around her ankles, lifting her higher, nearly suspending her in the air.
Kyle, watching helplessly from mere feet away, felt his throat tighten as his wife dangled there, completely at her father-in-law’s mercy.
Robert shook his head. “You will learn this lesson, young lady.”
Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand high and brought it down with another loud CRACK!
Jessica’s shriek filled the room.
CRACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Each swat landed with full force, covering both cheeks at once, turning them an even deeper shade of crimson.
She writhed in his grasp, tears streaming down her face. “Nooo! I c-can’t! I c-can’t take it!”
Robert exhaled, lifting her just a little higher. “Oh, you’ll take every last smack, Jessica. And you’ll remember this next time you think about wasting money.”
Then he continued.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jessica sobbed, her entire body trembling as her bottom took the full brunt of each punishing strike.
Kyle clenched his fists. He had never seen his wife so completely dominated, and worst of all, by his own dad.
Her father-in-law kept smacking, lowering her legs a bit to allow her back on the couch, but pushing her legs farther backwards this time, fully exposing her in the most intimate and humiliating manner possible.
Jessica jiggled madly as he smacked her small cheeks, his hand covering her bum hole, inches from her pussy as she squirmed in embarrassed distress.
By the time Robert finally stopped, Jessica was limp, her breath coming in shuddering sobs.
Robert slowly lowered her legs, setting her down gently—but not kindly.
Jessica lay curled on the couch, her body trembling, her hands clutching at her swollen, scorching bottom. Tears streaked her face as she hiccuped soft, broken sobs, her legs still wobbly from being held up like a misbehaving child.
Kyle stood frozen, his stomach in knots. Watching his wife get so thoroughly and humiliatingly spanked had been bad enough—but knowing he had let her take the punishment for their debt made him feel sick.
Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “That was a $150 spanking.” His voice was steady, almost bored, as if this had been nothing more than routine business. “I’d suggest you make damn sure you don’t fall behind again.”
Jessica whimpered softly, her face still buried in the couch cushion.
But Carol wasn’t done.
She stood abruptly, smoothing down her skirt before heading toward the kitchen.
Kyle frowned, watching her go. “Where—”
Linda smirked, shaking her head. “You’ll see.”
A few moments later, Carol returned—holding a large ginger root in her hand.
Kyle’s stomach dropped.
Jessica lifted her tear-streaked face just in time to see it—and immediately let out a horrified, whimpering “Nooo…”
Carol held it up, turning it slightly in the light. The thick, knobby root looked heavy in her grip, its twisted, uneven surface making its purpose all the more humiliatingly clear.
She walked back toward the couch, looking directly at Kyle and Jessica. “This,” she said evenly, “is what will happen if you owe more than $150 next month.”
Jessica let out a broken gasp. “N-no! No, please! Not that!”
Kyle felt like he was going to be sick.
Robert smirked. “Oh, yes. If you fall behind worse than this time, someone is getting a ginger figging before their spanking.”
Jessica shuddered, her sore bottom clenching at the thought.
Carol ran a finger over the rough surface of the root, still studying them carefully. “We warned you that each time it would get worse—more painful, more humiliating. So now you know. Next month, if you’re short by even a dollar more, whoever you two choose—right up their naughty little bottom—before we even start the spankings.”
Jessica let out a strangled sob, curling into herself.
Kyle’s face was white.
Carol turned the ginger root in her fingers again. “You have one month. I suggest you use it wisely.”
And with that, she set the ginger root down on the coffee table between them.
A silent, ominous warning.
Uncomfortable Drive Home
The second they got in the car and Kyle pulled out of the driveway, Jessica exploded.
“That was the most fucking humiliating thing I’ve ever been through in my entire fucking life!”
Kyle flinched at the sheer volume of her voice, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “Jess—”
“No, shut the fuck up, Kyle!” she snapped, whipping around to glare at him. Her face was still red—partly from crying, partly from rage, and definitely from the spanking she had just suffered in front of everyone.
She jabbed a finger at him. “I was fucking dangling by my goddamn ankles, kicking and screaming like a fucking baby, while your dad—your fucking dad, Kyle—was blistering my fucking ass in front of all of you!”
Kyle swallowed hard, his face heating at the memory. Yeah… that had been bad.
Jessica let out a furious breath. “I had my fucking legs up in the air, my bare ass out for the whole fucking room to see, while one by one, they all took turns beating my ass like I was some kind of fucking toy for them to pass around!”
Kyle exhaled. “Jess, I know—”
“Oh, do you fucking know, Kyle?” she shot back, her voice dripping with fury. “Were you the one with your fucking pussy and asshole on display for the whole fucking room while your father-in-law smacked the ever-loving shit out of you?!”
Kyle’s face burned. “Jesus, Jess, calm down—”
Jessica’s hands clenched into fists. “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down! Do you know how fucking degrading that was? I could fucking see your dad’s face, Kyle! He was looking right at me while he had me dangling in the fucking air like a fucking ragdoll and just wailing on me!”
Kyle inhaled sharply, keeping his eyes on the road. He could feel her rage like a physical presence in the car.
Jessica let out a shaky breath, her eyes burning with fresh tears. “I have never… been so fucking embarrassed in my entire life.”
Kyle didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.
Jessica turned away, staring out the window, seething. “And now they want to fucking shove ginger up our asses if we’re short again.” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Fucking fantastic.”
The drive became uncomfortably quiet after that. The only sound in the car was the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from Jessica, who sat with her face turned toward the window, her arms wrapped around herself.
Her bottom was still throbbing. She could barely sit still on the car seat, shifting uncomfortably every few seconds, flinching with every bump in the road.
Kyle kept his eyes on the road, his fingers gripping the wheel a little too tightly.
Then, finally, he exhaled and broke the silence.
“We can’t fall short next month.”
Jessica let out a bitter laugh, her voice still hoarse from crying. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Kyle shook his head. “I mean it, Jess. We can’t be even more short. Because if we are…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. The image of that ginger root sitting on the coffee table was burned into his brain.
Jessica tensed beside him. “I know.”
A few more moments of tense silence passed.
Then—
“…So who takes it if we don’t make it?” Kyle asked, his voice forcedly casual, as if it wasn’t the single most horrifying question of their lives.
Jessica turned her head slowly, blinking at him. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
Kyle glanced at her. “Well, yeah! We have to decide now.”
Jessica let out a scoff. “You should take it next time. I already got two spankings in a row!”
Kyle’s grip on the wheel tightened. “No way.”
Jessica’s mouth fell open. “No way? That’s all you have to say?!”
Kyle groaned. “Jess, I can’t have that up my ass! That’s—” He hesitated, his face turning red. “That’s gay.”
Jessica gawked at him. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”
Kyle shook his head furiously. “No! That’s—it’s just—I can’t! I won’t.”
Jessica was fuming. “Oh, but I can?!”
Kyle cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I mean… you’re a girl.”
Jessica’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
Kyle pressed on, eyes still on the road. “I’m just saying—it makes more sense for you. To have things… shoved up…”
Jessica’s face was flaming. “You’re saying because I have a vagina, it makes sense for me to have a fucking burning ginger root shoved up my ass?!”
Kyle cringed. “I mean, when you say it like that—”
Jessica threw up her hands. “How else is there to say it?!”
Kyle groaned again, rubbing his face. “Jess, come on! You know what I mean! It’s just—it’s just different for a guy!”
Jessica turned fully in her seat, glaring at him. “No. Explain. How is it fucking different?”
Kyle hesitated. “It just is!”
Jessica scoffed. “That’s not an argument! That’s bullshit!”
Kyle sighed. “Jess, I’m just not comfortable with it, okay? It’s not happening.”
Jessica’s voice was shrill. “And you think I am?! You let me take two awful spankings, Kyle! You watched them blister my ass twice! And now you’re saying if we fail again, I should be the one getting the fucking ginger root up my ass too?!”
Kyle exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel. “I’m saying we won’t fail again! But if we do… I can’t take that.”
Jessica was fuming, her bottom still burning from tonight’s punishment. “Well, neither can I!”
Kyle gritted his teeth. “Well, one of us has to.”
Jessica crossed her arms, huffing. “If it comes to it, we flip again.”
Kyle clenched his jaw. “Fine.”
Jessica turned back toward the window, furious.
Kyle exhaled, his mind spinning.
They were so screwed.
An Unexpected Expense
For the first time since the punishments had started, Jessica felt like she had things under control.
She had finally landed a part-time job at a local boutique, the hours weren’t great, but it was something. More importantly, she had gone full survival mode with their spending—no more impulse buys, no more eating out, no more anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Every single cent was accounted for.
And it was working.
By the end of the month, she and Kyle had managed to save enough for the full monthly payment plus the extra $150 they owed from before.
They were finally caught up.
Jessica had even let herself relax, just a little, thinking—maybe, just maybe, they were done with this nightmare.
Then… disaster: the car broke down.
Kyle came home that night looking like he’d seen a ghost.
Jessica immediately knew something was wrong.
She tensed, setting down the budget spreadsheet she had been working on. “Kyle?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the fucking car.”
Jessica’s stomach dropped.
She slowly stood. “What… about the car?”
Kyle let out a sharp breath. “It’s done, Jess. The spark plugs are shot. With the tow, it’s gonna cost us three hundred dollars to fix it.”
Jessica’s heart pounded. “Three hundred?!”
Kyle nodded, his face pale. “And I have to fix it. I need it for work. If I don’t get it back on the road, I lose my job.”
Jessica clutched the edge of the table. “Kyle, we don’t have three hundred dollars to spare!”
Kyle exhaled sharply. “I know that, Jess!”
Jessica’s hands trembled. “We were on track for this month! We had the full amount, with the back payment—”
“And now we don’t,” Kyle muttered.
Jessica shook her head, panic rising. “No. No, no, no. We cannot be short again, Kyle.”
Kyle clenched his jaw. “You think I want this?!”
Jessica’s voice cracked. “If we’re $300 short, Kyle, that fucking ginger root—”
Kyle winced.
Jessica whimpered.
Kyle exhaled, gripping the back of a chair. “Look, maybe we can figure something out. Maybe I can pick up more extra shifts—”
Jessica shook her head. “It’s two days before the payment’s due, Kyle. We don’t have the time!”
Kyle rubbed his face, looking just as panicked as she felt.
Jessica swallowed hard. “If you do, how much do we have left after the car?”
Kyle hesitated.
Jessica’s heart pounded. “Kyle.”
He exhaled sharply. “If I do extra shifts, what with deductions and taxes, we’ll be maybe $200 short.”
Jessica let out a strangled sob, gripping her hair. “We’re fifty bucks behind where we were last time!”
Kyle stared at the floor, his hands tightening into fists.
Jessica’s breath was shaky. “You know what this means, right?”
Kyle swallowed. “Yeah.”
Jessica shuddered, her body flashing hot and cold all at once.
Kyle ran a hand through his hair, looking miserable. “Look, we agreed to—”
Jessica’s head snapped up. “Oh, do not fucking say it.”
Kyle exhaled. “We agreed that if we couldn’t decide, we’d flip for it.”
Jessica lost it.
“FUCK THAT, KYLE!” she screamed, slamming her hands down on the table so hard that it rattled.
Kyle jumped.
Jessica was livid, her entire body practically vibrating with rage. “This is your fucking responsibility!”
Kyle’s eyes flashed. “How the fuck is this just my responsibility?”
Jessica let out a laugh—the sharp, bitter kind that was one step away from a full-blown breakdown.
“Oh gee, I don’t know, Kyle! Maybe because it’s YOUR FUCKING CAR?!”
Kyle stiffened.
Jessica pounced.
“Who drives it every fucking day? You!”
Kyle’s jaw clenched.
“Who’s the one who didn’t fucking maintain it properly?” Jessica snapped.
Kyle flinched. “Jess, I did maintain it—”
“OBVIOUSLY NOT FUCKING WELL ENOUGH!” Jessica shrieked, throwing her hands in the air. “Because guess what? It’s fucking broken! And now I’m supposed to have my ass fucking gingered and fucking re-destroyed because you didn’t fucking keep up with your goddamn fucking car?”
Kyle’s face burned. “I need it for work, Jess! What was I supposed to do?”
Jessica’s eyes blazed. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe REPLACE THE FUCKING SPARK PLUGS BEFORE THEY FAIL?!”
Kyle exhaled sharply. “Cars break, Jess! That’s just life!”
Jessica folded her arms, glaring. “Then why the fuck should I be the one to get gingered because of your fucking life problem?”
Kyle groaned, rubbing his face. “Jess, come on—”
“No! I fucking mean it! I took the first spanking, I took the second spanking, and if I have to be the one to fucking take the ginger too—I swear to God, I will fucking murder you in your sleep.”
Kyle rubbed his face, groaning. “Jess, please—”
“I am NOT taking three fucking punishments in a row, Kyle. You can’t fucking make me!”
“Jess… please… be reasonable… I can’t do that…”
Jessica was shaking. The panic, the rage, the sheer fucking unfairness of it all was boiling inside her like a volcano ready to erupt.
“Maybe we can flip?”
Jessica jabbed a finger at him, shaking. “I am not fucking flipping for this, Kyle. You are a fucking grown-ass man, and if your car is what put us behind, then guess what? YOU TAKE THE FUCKING FALL.”
Kyle swallowed hard, his stomach twisting.
Jessica’s voice dropped, her tone lethal.
“You let me take it twice, Kyle.”
Kyle’s hands curled into fists.
Jessica stepped closer, her face burning with fury. “You let me get fucking stripped, bent over, blistered, and humiliated twice while you fucking stood there and watched.”
Kyle flinched.
“Your father saw my FUCKING PUSSY!”
Kyle winced again.
Jessica’s breathing was ragged. “It’s your fucking turn.”
Kyle’s stomach sank.
For the first time since this started, he realized—
There was no way out.
Fourth Repayment
The moment Kyle and Jessica stepped into the living room, they could feel the weight of what was coming. Their four parents sat in their usual spots—Peter and Carol in the center, Robert and Linda on either side—expressions unreadable, but not unforgiving.
The routine was clear now. Kyle exhaled sharply and reached into his pocket, pulling out the envelope. His fingers trembled slightly as he handed it over to Peter, who took it without a word.
The parents counted it together, their gazes darkening almost in unison.
Robert was the first to break the silence. “You’re short.”
Carol nodded. “By $50 on the base, and the extra $150 you owe in back payments is nowhere to be seen.”
Jessica didn’t flinch—she had already accepted their fate.
Kyle, on the other hand, felt his heart hammer in his chest.
Peter sat back, crossing his arms. “What happened?”
Kyle scrambled. “The car happened!” He gestured wildly, as if that alone should explain everything. “I needed it for work—you guys get that, right? I couldn’t just not fix it!”
Linda raised an eyebrow. “And that cost you how much?”
Kyle swallowed. “…Three hundred.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed. “Well, that’s too bad, isn’t it?”
Kyle winced. “I—I tried! I picked up extra shifts, I—”
Carol sighed. “We don’t need excuses, Kyle.”
Robert’s tone was flat. “Who’s up this week?”
Silence.
Kyle felt Jessica’s glare before he even turned his head.
She was staring at him, arms crossed, daring him to speak.
Kyle’s mouth went dry.
Peter tilted his head. “Well?”
Jessica turned to their parents, eyes blazing. “It’s his fucking turn.”
Carol lifted an eyebrow. “Language, dear. Kyle?”
Kyle hesitated.
Jessica pounced. “His car broke, his responsibility, he made us fall behind.” She threw a hand up. “I am not taking the fall again!”
Robert let out a slow breath. “Kyle?”
Kyle’s face burned.
Linda leaned forward. “Your wife took two very strict and embarrassing spankings while you stood there and watched, Kyle.”
Peter’s eyes hardened. “Is it finally your turn?”
Kyle’s stomach plummeted.
He swallowed hard, his hands clenching.
He could feel Jessica boring holes into his soul with her glare.
He knew what he had to say.
Kyle exhaled shakily.
“…It’s me.”
Fourth Punishment
Jessica’s lips curled into something between victory and relief when Kyle finally admitted it was him.
There was no sympathy from their parents. No one told him it was unfair or that he could back out. The moment the words left his mouth, Carol stood up, smoothing her skirt.
“Then we’ll carve the ginger,” she said simply, as if she were preparing dinner instead of orchestrating his humiliation.
Linda nodded in agreement. “I’ll get a knife.”
Kyle’s stomach dropped as the two women disappeared into the kitchen. His mouth was dry, his pulse hammering in his ears.
Peter exhaled, shaking his head as he gestured to the couch. “Strip and bend.”
Kyle’s heart lurched. “Wait, what?”
“Strip, every stitch. Then bend over the back of the couch,” Peter clarified.
“What?”
Robert folded his arms. “Clothes. Off. Now. All of them.”
Kyle swallowed hard, glancing at Jessica, who stood with her arms crossed, her expression icy.
Kyle’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. Every fiber of his being screamed against it. He was a grown man, about to be stripped bare and bent over the furniture like a misbehaving boy. His father-in-law and his own dad were watching, about to whoop his ass raw, and the women were in the other room preparing a root that would soon be inside him.
His pride raged, but his fear won.
With stiff, shaking fingers, he took his socks off then pulled his shirt over his head. Then he reached for his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking in the silent room made his face burn with shame. He unfastened his jeans, hesitated for the briefest of moments, then pushed them down. His boxers followed, his hands clenching at his sides as he stood there, exposed, vulnerable, humiliated.
Peter didn’t give him a second to process. “Over the couch.”
Kyle’s stomach twisted. His feet felt heavy as he shuffled forward, his skin crawling with dread.
The couch was too open, too exposed. He couldn’t even hide his face in a cushion—he would have to bend over the back, his bare ass raised for whatever they intended to do to him.
Jessica had done this twice.
He shouldn’t be complaining.
But fuck, was this bad.
With a slow, reluctant motion, he bent forward over the back of the couch, gripping the cushions with white-knuckled fingers. His stomach pressed into the soft fabric, his bare backside on full display.
The air against his skin felt cold.
His father’s voice came from behind him, firm and final.
“Now we wait for the ginger.”
The Figging
The silence in the room was suffocating. Kyle stayed perfectly still, his face pressed against the back of the couch, his fingers gripping the cushions in a death grip. He could feel their eyes on him—his father Robert, his father-in-law Peter, and Jessica. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. His skin crawled with humiliation.
It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. He knew what was coming. He could hear the faint sounds from the kitchen—the scraping of a knife against wood, the occasional murmur of conversation between the women.
Then, finally, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the floor.
Kyle’s stomach clenched.
The women had returned.
Jessica was dead silent, but he could feel her presence in the room, watching.
Then, Jessica’s mom Carol’s voice cut through the tense quiet like a blade. “Oh my,” she said with a hint of amusement, “that’s not a sight you see every day.”
Kyle’s face burned.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body rigid as he heard Jessica’s mom Linda chuckle. “No, it certainly isn’t.”
Kyle heard the wet thunk as something was placed directly in front of him on the coffee table. He knew what it was. He didn’t need to look. His stomach twisted as the sharp scent of freshly cut ginger filled the air, stinging his nose.
And then—his mother’s voice, calm, measured, inescapable.
“Kyle.”
His fingers dug into the couch cushion.
She waited a beat. Then—
“Look at it.”
Kyle froze.
His entire body went rigid, his face already burning with shame.
“Go on,” Linda said, almost patiently, as if she were asking him to observe a piece of fruit in the grocery store. “I want you to see what’s about to happen to you.”
Kyle clenched his jaw. His pride fought against it, but deep down, he knew—there was no way out of this.
Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his head, forcing himself to look.
The ginger root sat on the coffee table like a sentence handed down in court.
It was big and thick, the tapered end carved into a smooth, merciless shape. The base flared just enough to ensure it wouldn’t slip too far, a perfect, humiliating fit. The freshly peeled surface was gleaming, damp, ready.
Kyle gulped, his breath coming in shallow, panicked bursts.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Linda’s voice was soft, but firm.
“That’s going inside you, sweetheart.”
Kyle shuddered.
Carol spoke again, closer now. “We made sure to carve it nice and smooth.”
Linda hummed. “Yes. Wouldn’t want to be too rough on our dear Kyle.”
Kyle was breathing too fast, his pulse hammering in his ears as he stared at the wet, gleaming ginger root resting on the coffee table. His face was already flaming, his hands clutching the couch cushion so tightly his knuckles went white.
Then he heard it—
A low chuckle.
Followed by another.
Kyle’s stomach twisted as his father let out an amused breath. “Well, son, you’re in for a real treat.”
Peter smirked. “Oh yes. That burn is going to be something else.”
Linda gave a small, knowing laugh. “It won’t feel too bad at first,” she said lightly. “Just a little tingle.”
Carol grinned. “But then it’ll really start to spread.”
Robert let out a short chuckle. “Oh, it’ll burn like hellfire, I promise you that.”
Kyle’s breath hitched, his muscles clenching involuntarily.
Peter shook his head with a smirk. “I bet he won’t last two minutes before he’s squirming like a worm on a hook.”
Kyle whimpered, his face red hot.
Carol tilted her head, still smirking. “I wonder what’ll be worse for him—the burn, or the humiliation of having us all watch it happen.”
Carol laughed. “Why not both?”
Kyle’s stomach churned.
He was so fucked.
Then Peter’s voice, calm, steady, in control—
“Jessica, would you like to do the honors?”
Kyle’s heart stopped.
Jessica blinked, her arms still folded tightly across her chest. She hadn’t expected to be given the option. She had been standing there, watching the scene unfold, watching Kyle, naked and bent over, watching her mother smirk as she picked up and then held out the ginger root for her.
Jessica’s heart was pounding. She had spent weeks suffering through these punishments while Kyle stood by, watching. He had let her be spanked twice, let her be held down, legs up like a baby, let her take the brunt of their failures.
And now?
Now he was the one bent over.
And he was about to understand exactly what it felt like.
Slowly, she uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, ignoring the way Kyle’s body tensed at the sound of her movement.
“…Fine,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm.
Kyle made a soft, panicked sound, but he didn’t dare move.
Carol smiled, pleased. “Good girl.”
Linda nudged the ginger toward her, the cool weight of it pressing into Jessica’s palms as she took it. The root was slick, freshly peeled, the sharp scent of ginger burning her nose.
Kyle’s breath was shaky, his fingers clutching the couch.
“Go ahead, dear,” Linda encouraged, stepping back.
Jessica took another step forward until she was standing directly behind Kyle, her eyes taking in the sight of him—his bare back, his tense muscles, the way his ass clenched involuntarily, knowing what was coming.
She waited for him to say something, to protest, to make one final argument.
But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He had lost.
Jessica took her time, letting him stew in his shame, before finally speaking, her voice laced with cold satisfaction.
“Now hold still, Kyle.”
And then—
She pressed the ginger root against his tight, trembling entrance.
"Go slow," Carol chimed in, her voice almost sickly sweet. "Nice and slow. Don't force it."
Kyle swallowed hard, his face already flushing with shame. Jessica hesitated, her hand shaking as she held the ginger root. She looked up at her mother, and Carol simply nodded, her expression unyielding.
"Just relax, Kyle," Linda advised, her voice tinged with dark humor. "It'll make it easier."
Kyle whimpered, his body tense and resistant. But he knew he had no choice. As Jessica carefully pressed the ginger root against Kyle's entrance, he let out a sharp cry of protest. "No, please!" he begged, his voice high and tight with fear. "I can't do this!"
"Shh," Carol admonished, her voice almost mocking. "Breathe, Kyle. It's not that bad."
Linda shook her head, her eyes hard. "You know the deal," she said simply. "This is the consequence of your actions."
Jessica bit her lip, her own eyes filling with tears as she slowly pushed the root inside him.
Kyle whimpered, his face burning with humiliation as he felt the ginger start to slip past his resisting ring of muscle. The stretch was intense, almost too much to bear, and he felt tears spring to his eyes as he struggled to accommodate the thick, unyielding root.
Finally, the ginger root was fully seated inside Kyle, only the flared base visible between his trembling cheeks. Jessica stepped back, her eyes downcast as she awaited whatever was next.
Forced to Watch
Peter pulled a small chair from the kitchen and placed it directly behind Kyle, positioning it so that Jessica would have a perfect, unobstructed view of her husband’s trembling, exposed backside.
He turned to his daughter, gesturing toward the chair. “Jessica, your punishment is to sit there and watch.”
Jessica’s mouth went dry. “D-Dad—”
“No arguing,” her mother, Carol, cut in, smoothing her skirt as she took a seat beside Linda. “You let your husband stand back and watch your punishments. Now you get to return the favor.”
Jessica’s face burned as she slowly moved toward the chair, hesitating before sitting primly. The seat was positioned just so, giving her a direct, unavoidable view of Kyle’s trembling, clenching backside.
And, of course, the ginger root, its carved base peeking obscenely from between his spread cheeks.
Jessica’s stomach tightened at the sight.
Kyle, still bent over the couch, whimpered, his hands clutching at the cushions. His entire body quivered, his thighs tensing and re-tensing as the ginger’s fiery burn began to spread, taking root in his most sensitive nerve endings.
Peter settled onto the couch, exhaling comfortably as he checked his watch. “Alright, Kyle. You’ll stay like this for thirty minutes.”
Kyle stiffened. “Thirty?!” His voice cracked in disbelief.
Robert nodded, standing beside Kyle. “That’s how long it takes for you to experience the full arc of the figging.”
Kyle let out a shaky moan, his legs shaking. “P-please, I c-can’t—”
SMACK!
Kyle yelled, his entire body jerking as his father’s hand came down hard across his bare backside causing the ginger root to vibrate deeply inside of him.
“No begging,” Robert said simply.
Kyle let out a broken whimper, his head hanging low.
Jessica’s fingers twisted in her lap, her face burning with secondhand humiliation as she watched her husband’s suffering grow.
The parents settled in, making themselves comfortable as though this was nothing more than a casual evening together.
Carol crossed one leg over the other. “Linda, how’s the garden coming along?”
“Oh, beautifully,” Linda replied, pouring herself a cup of tea. “The hydrangeas are finally in bloom.”
Meanwhile, Kyle twisted, his hips rocking uselessly, his muscles clenching involuntarily as the ginger’s fire intensified.
Jessica couldn’t look away. She wasn’t allowed to.
“Keep watching, dear,” said her mother, “the fruits of your misbehavior.”
She watched as his body betrayed him, watched the way his back arched, his toes curling, his hands clawing at the couch as his breath hitched in desperation.
Neither she nor Kyle had any idea what to expect—but it was only getting worse.
And he had thirty minutes of this.
Jessica sat in her little chair, hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes locked on the shameful sight before her.
The ginger root was clear as day, nestled deep inside Kyle’s clenching, struggling backside, standing out against his flushed cheeks as he twitched and squirmed, trying desperately not to move—but failing.
She should have felt sorry for him.
She didn’t.
Not after he had let her take two punishments alone. Not after he had tried to pass this one off on her, like it wasn’t his fault they were in this position.
No, this was his to bear. And she would watch. Just like he had.
Carol leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs. “See, Jessica?” she said conversationally. “Your husband’s learning a valuable lesson today.”
Jessica swallowed, trying to ignore the way Kyle’s legs trembled, how his thighs quivered, how his toes curled against the floor.
“How long has it been?” Linda asked, glancing at her watch.
Peter smirked. “Five minutes.”
Kyle let out a soft whimper, his hips jerking involuntarily.
His eyes went wide.
“Oh, I think it’s kicking in,” Robert mused, watching as Kyle’s muscles went rigid, his hands tightening into fists.
Kyle’s breathing hitched, his fingers clawing at the couch cushions, his entire body trembling violently as the burn inside him reached its peak.
Then, all at once, it hit him.
A raw, agonized wail tore from his throat as his hips jerked wildly, his legs kicking uncontrollably, his toes barely skimming the floor as his body arched in distress.
“Ohh—oh my god—fuck!” Kyle howled, his voice shaking, his thighs quivering as the ginger’s merciless fire spread deeper, igniting every nerve inside him like a blazing inferno.
His feet stomped against the floor, his calves flexing as he tried desperately to find some kind of relief, but there was none. The more he moved, the worse it got.
Robert shook his head, chuckling. “He’s really feeling it now.”
Kyle let out a broken sob, his hips rocking helplessly, his bare cheeks clenching and flexing in a hopeless effort to escape the fire burning inside him.
Jessica sat perfectly still in her chair, watching as her husband lost control. He had seen her suffer before. Now, it was his turn.
“Ohhh—fuck!—please, please, it burns! It burns!” Kyle wailed, his voice high-pitched and frantic, his legs kicking in the air, his feet stamping against the rug in sheer desperation.
Linda chuckled. “He’s just like Jessica was. Squirming like a little fish on a hook.”
Kyle let out a strangled cry, his toes curling, his head thrashing against the couch.
“Ohhh—ohhh god—please!” His voice cracked into helpless, choked sobs as the fire inside him roared, licking mercilessly at his insides.
Peter checked his watch again. “Only ten minutes in.”
Kyle still had twenty minutes left.
By the fifteen-minute mark, Kyle had completely lost control.
His sobs came in ragged, gasping bursts, his legs kicking wildly, his hips jerking helplessly as he twisted against the couch, his body desperate for any kind of relief that wasn’t coming.
“Ohhh—oh god—ohhh f-fuck—please, please!” he wailed, his voice breaking into something almost childlike, raw, pitiful. His toes scraped against the floor, his fists pounding weakly against the cushions, as if that could somehow help him escape the relentless fire inside him.
By twenty minutes in, he wasn’t just whimpering or crying out—he was in full, uncontrollable tears.
His shoulders shook, his chest heaved, and his sobbing breaths hitched with every quaking tremor that ran through his exhausted body.
“Ohhh—ohh god—I can’t take it, please!” he sobbed, his voice hoarse, his cheeks glistening as he buried his face into the couch cushions, humiliated, broken.
Jessica, who had been sitting still and prim in her chair, watching this unfold, suddenly felt a strange, uncomfortable twist of guilt deep in her stomach.
Now that she was watching him break down, hearing his hiccupping sobs, seeing his legs trembling from pure exhaustion, she felt… Humiliated. Not for herself. For him. For her husband, who was bent over the couch, blubbering, writhing, his backside twitching helplessly around the carved ginger root wedged inside him. For the fact that their parents were sitting there, completely at ease, watching him break down without an ounce of sympathy. For the fact that he was fully grown, a man, and yet he was reduced to this.
Jessica’s fingers clenched in her lap. Thank God it wasn’t her. She felt guilty for thinking it—but she couldn’t help it. She knew how helpless, how powerless, how pathetic it must make him feel. And as much as she hated seeing Kyle reduced to this, she was still so, so glad it wasn’t her suffering through it. She swallowed hard, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
“Keep looking, dear,” her mother said. Jessica’s eyes snapped back up.
Then—finally—at the twenty-five-minute mark, something changed.
Kyle’s cries softened, the wild kicking and frantic writhing easing into something more exhausted, weary, like his body had simply given up fighting.
The burn hadn’t gone away, not by a long shot, but the white-hot fire that had gripped him so completely was now fading into a dull, lingering heat. Still unmistakable. Still humiliating. Still there. But faded.
Kyle’s ragged sobs slowed, his legs twitching weakly, his body slumping forward over the couch in defeat.
His voice, when he spoke, was small, cracked, wrecked.
“Is it… almost over?”
Peter checked his watch.
“Five more minutes.”
Kyle let out a shaky, broken sob.
Extraction
Jessica stiffened when she heard her mother’s voice.
“Jessica, dear,” Linda said smoothly, as if she were asking for the salt at dinner, “time is up, go ahead and take it out.”
Jessica’s stomach turned.
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening in her lap. “Take it out?”
Linda nodded toward Kyle’s trembling, sweat-drenched body, still bent pathetically over the couch, his bare backside twitching from the aftershocks of his ordeal.
“The ginger,” Linda clarified with a small smirk. “It’s time to remove it. Then take it outside and toss it in the compost.”
Jessica’s mouth went dry.
She darted a glance at Kyle, who was still sniffling, his breath coming in deep, uneven pulls, his body limp with exhaustion.
He must have heard, must have known what was coming, but he didn’t argue. Didn’t protest. Didn’t say a word. He was too spent to fight it.
Jessica hesitated. The ginger root was still there, still shamefully visible, its pale, slick surface glistening under the light against Kyle’s bare bum.
She had put it in—now she had to take it out.
She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to stand. She bit the inside of her cheek, stepped forward, and reached out with steady hands, gripping the base of the root.
Kyle tensed, letting out a small, exhausted whimper as she slowly, carefully began to pull. The ginger slid free, and Kyle let out a shaky gasp, his body shuddering, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Jessica’s face burned as she held the slightly dirty, now-used root in her hands, feeling the slick warmth of it, the humiliating evidence of what Kyle had just endured.
She exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the way Kyle’s spent body slumped forward over the couch, his muscles trembling as the last of the burn lingered inside him.
“Stay right there, Kyle,” said his father. “You still have your whipping coming as soon as Jessica is back.”
Kyle whimpered.
Linda gestured toward the back door. “Out to the compost, dear.”
Jessica nodded stiffly, clutching the ginger like it was a grenade she needed to get rid of immediately.
She hurried through the kitchen, out the back door, and across the yard to the compost heap.
As soon as she was outside, she let out a deep, shuddering breath, staring down at the thing in her hands.
Then she hurled it into the pile, wiping her hands furiously on her skirt before standing there, staring at the dark compost, her mind spinning.
Kyle was still inside. Still bent over the couch. Still waiting. Because he wasn’t done yet.
Belt Whipping
Jessica walked slowly back toward the house, her hands still trembling slightly, her face hot with residual shame and guilt.
She had just thrown the evidence of Kyle’s punishment into the compost heap. Now, she had to go back inside and watch the rest of it.
Her husband wasn’t done suffering yet.
The moment she stepped back into the living room, all four parents turned to her as if she had never left.
Linda gestured to the chair behind Kyle’s bent, vulnerable form. “Sit back down, dear.”
Jessica hesitated, her stomach twisting.
But she obeyed.
As she lowered herself into the chair, she was once again met with the humiliating, shameful sight of her husband—completely naked, trembling, red-faced from crying, his bare, smooth, white backside fully exposed over the couch.
He hadn’t moved an inch since she left.
He wasn’t allowed to.
Kyle’s mom stepped up to him with a wet wipe and made several swipes up and down his cleft, then focussing on his anus. Kyle shuddered in mortification.
“All yours,” she said cheerily to the men.
“Now,” Peter exhaled, stretching slightly, “who should start?”
Robert rubbed his chin. “Well, I think, Peter, you should go first.”
Peter nodded easily, as if they were discussing who got the first slice of cake. “Okay.”
Kyle let out a weak, broken whimper, but he still didn’t dare move.
Robert smirked. “And I’ll finish him up.”
Jessica’s stomach sank. Poor Kyle.
Peter stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as he unbuckled his belt, the clink of the metal echoing loudly in the silent room.
Kyle shuddered violently, hyperventilating.
Jessica clenched her hands in her lap, watching as her father slid the belt free from his loops, folding it over with a casual precision that made her own backside sting in sympathy.
Peter gripped the leather tightly, testing the weight in his hand, then looked down at Kyle’s exposed, helpless form.
“Alright, son-in-law,” he said calmly, his voice steady and firm, “time for your first whipping.”
Kyle squeezed his eyes shut.
Jessica swallowed hard, folding her hands primly in her lap. She had no choice but to sit there and watch, her stomach twisting into knots as she watched her father step up behind her naked, trembling husband.
The room was so quiet that Jessica could hear the faint creak of leather as her father tightened his grip.
Kyle must have heard it too, because his whole body flinched.
Peter exhaled. “Alright, Kyle. You’ll be taking this like a man. No kicking, no fighting, and no getting up.”
Kyle let out a soft, shaky whimper.
Robert scoffed. “That’s assuming he’s got anything left in him after all that wailing.”
Jessica’s cheeks burned, her fingers tightening against each other.
Kyle had broken down. Completely.
She had seen it all—the whimpering, the begging, the sobbing, the frantic kicking—and now he was expected to hold still while two men whipped him raw.
Peter stepped forward, raising the belt high.
Kyle tensed, his muscles going rigid in anticipation—
CRACK!
The first lash landed hard, the leather cutting across both cheeks with a sharp snap, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
Kyle let out a sharp, strangled gasp, his body jerking violently, but he didn’t move from his position.
Jessica winced, her stomach twisting.
CRACK!
Kyle yelped, his hips rocking forward involuntarily, his toes curling against the floor.
CRACK! CRACK!
His breath hitched, his shoulders shaking as fresh tears welled in his eyes.
Jessica sat frozen, her heart pounding.
She had been here before.
She had felt that sting, had endured the fire, had struggled to stay still when every instinct in her body screamed to run.
Now, she watched her husband go through it.
Peter showed no hesitation, no mercy—he was deliberate, every swing measured and punishing, the belt landing across the same sore spots again and again, layering pain on top of pain.
Kyle gritted his teeth, his face contorted in agony, his body shuddering with every lash.
Jessica’s stomach churned.
She didn’t feel victorious anymore.
She just felt sick.
Then—after a final, brutal CRACK!, Peter stepped back, exhaling.
Kyle was a wreck.
His backside was striped red, his breathing shallow, his body shaking with exhaustion.
But he wasn’t done yet.
Robert stood up, rolling his shoulders. “Alright, son.”
Kyle let out a weak, broken whimper.
Jessica pressed her lips together as her father-in-law unbuckled his belt.
He was bigger than her father. And stronger. Kyle was about to find out what that meant.
Robert stepped forward, unbuckling his heavier, thicker belt with slow, deliberate movements, the metal clinking softly in the silent room.
Kyle let out a shuddering sob, his fingers twitching against the couch cushions.
Jessica swallowed hard, watching as Robert slid the belt free from its loops, folding it over just as Peter had—but with more weight, more power behind his stance.
Kyle’s red-striped backside was already trembling, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to control his breathing.
Robert adjusted his grip. “You ready, son?”
Kyle whimpered, his voice broken and weak.
“Y-yes, sir.”
Jessica looked down at her lap, feeling the same sick twist of guilt she had felt earlier.
She had wanted this—had been so angry, so furious that she hadn’t cared what it meant.
But now?
Kyle’s poor ass was about to be destroyed. And she had to watch.
Robert took one step closer, lifted the belt high, and—
CRACK!
Kyle’s entire body seized, a high, choked wail ripping from his throat as the leather snapped against his already brutalized skin.
His legs buckled, his fingers clawing at the couch, his face twisting in agony.
CRACK! CRACK!
Kyle let out a broken sob, his voice faltering as he tried—desperately—to hold himself together.
But Robert was just getting started.
CRACK!
Kyle kicked violently, his feet leaving the floor for a moment before he came crashing back down, his toes curling, his hips jerking as if he could somehow outrun the pain.
His breath hitched in shaking, gasping sobs.
Then—he broke.
“P-please! Please, Daddy—n-no more! P-please, I—I c-can’t!”
Jessica’s stomach dropped.
Kyle had never called his father that in his adult life.
But now, he was blubbering like a punished child, his voice barely coherent through his sobs.
Robert didn’t stop.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Kyle was sobbing uncontrollably now, his face buried in the couch, his entire body shaking with every breath.
Jessica’s throat tightened as she saw the tears and spit dripping onto the cushion, the way his shoulders heaved, the way his voice had turned raw, desperate, wrecked.
“Ohhh—ohhh g-god—ohhh p-please—I’m s-sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy, I-I’ll b-be good—ohhh please s-stop—”
Linda sighed. “Now that sounds like a little boy who’s finally learning his lesson.”
Jessica felt her face burn, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Kyle wailed, his legs trembling, his voice breaking into incoherent, hiccuping sobs.
Then, finally—after one final lash—Robert stepped back.
Kyle collapsed onto the couch, his entire body wracked with sobs, his breathing shallow, his thighs quivering.
Jessica let out a slow, shaky breath, looking away. She had never seen Kyle like this. And she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to again.
Whipped Timeout
Linda stood from her seat and walked deliberately toward her son, who was still collapsed over the back of the couch, his body wrecked with sobs.
Kyle flinched slightly as she approached, his breathing shallow, his hands trembling against the cushions. He was too spent to move, his backside quivering from the aftershocks of the brutal whipping.
Jessica watched stiffly as Linda reached out, her hand hovering just above Kyle’s deeply welted, crimson-striped backside.
Then, with gentle precision, she passed her palm slowly over his burning skin, as if inspecting a piece of work.
Kyle let out a weak, broken whimper, his hips twitching involuntarily at the contact.
Jessica winced.
Linda nodded in satisfaction. “That’s a thorough spanking if I ever saw one.”
She gave his raw, swollen bottom a few firm pats. Kyle shuddered violently at the sensation but didn’t—couldn’t—pull away.
Linda smiled. “You can stay right there, sweetheart. Thirty minutes of timeout, right where you are.”
Kyle let out a strangled whimper, his face pressing deeper into the couch.
Jessica’s stomach twisted.
“And you, young lady, you keep sitting just where you are.”
Her view was the same as before—but now, instead of watching Kyle struggle, she was being forced to sit and examine the aftermath.
Kyle’s bruised, welted backside was completely exposed in front of her, his skin striped deep red, his thighs still trembling slightly from the severity of his punishment.
She could see every mark, every place the belt had landed, every area where his skin was swollen and sore.
And she had to sit there for thirty full minutes and take it all in.
Linda and Carol returned to their seats, comfortable, calm—chatting idly as if this were a normal afternoon.
Peter checked his watch. “Clock starts now.”
Jessica stared at Kyle’s wrecked backside, knowing she couldn’t look away.
Kyle’s shoulders hitched with silent sobs, his thighs clenched, his toes curled—humiliated, broken, exhausted.
Jessica sat rigidly still, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her cheeks burning as she was forced to stare at her husband’s thoroughly whipped backside.
But it wasn’t just his bruised, welted ass she could see. It was everything.
Kyle was fully exposed in the most humiliating way possible—his legs slightly spread, his body still trembling, his genitals dangling helplessly between his thighs. From her angle, she could even see the cleft of his cheeks, the tiny, puckered opening nestled between them, still distended and slightly twitching from where the ginger root had been forced inside him earlier.
Jessica felt a fresh wave of secondhand humiliation crash over her.
Her mother had seen all of this. Her father had seen all of this. Linda had stood right behind him, inspecting him, patting his scorched bottom as if she were examining a child. And this was her husband. Jessica clenched her hands tighter, shifting slightly in her seat. She had been in a similar position before, but there was something so much worse about watching it happen to Kyle.
Seeing him bared like this, shaking from the pain, completely and utterly stripped of his dignity—it was almost too much to bear. And yet, she wasn’t allowed to look away.
Her mother had seen everything. And Jessica knew, without a doubt, that she had noticed every humiliating detail—the way his backside clenched and trembled, the way his thighs shuddered, the way his most private parts hung between his legs, completely visible to anyone who cared to look. Jessica’s stomach twisted painfully. She felt her face burning, shame creeping up her spine on Kyle’s behalf. If she was embarrassed, she couldn’t imagine how he felt. Yet there he was, blubbering, broken, bared in the most humiliating way possible, his manhood exposed, his body still betraying the aftershocks of what had been done to him.
The worst part? Her mother had been so casual about it. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before forcing herself to look straight ahead again. She had to sit here. And she had to watch. Every shudder. Every flinch. Every humiliating twitch. All of it.
Cold Cream
The thirty minutes dragged on in excruciating silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle or ragged breath from Kyle, who remained slumped over the couch, his legs trembling, his backside a searing mess of welts and bruises.
She had never felt so much secondhand shame in her life.
But then, finally, Peter checked his watch and sighed. “Alright. Thirty minutes are up.”
Kyle let out a shaky breath, but he didn’t move—probably because he didn’t dare.
Linda stood, stretching slightly, then walked toward the refrigerator.
Jessica frowned, watching as her step-mother opened it, reached inside, and pulled out a small glass jar. Condensation had formed on the surface. It was cold. And Jessica suddenly knew exactly what it was.
Linda turned, holding the jar in one hand as she walked back toward the group. “I put this in the fridge earlier,” she said idly, passing it to Jessica. “I figured it would be needed.”
Jessica swallowed hard, taking the jar hesitantly. The label read: Soothing Cold Cream. Jessica felt her face heat.
Linda patted her shoulder firmly. “Tend to your husband, dear.”
Jessica’s stomach twisted violently.
Kyle’s breath hitched audibly, his fingers clenching slightly, but he still didn’t dare move.
Jessica stared at the jar in her hands, then at Kyle’s wrecked backside, then back at the jar. She had to apply this. With her own hands. In front of everyone. Her cheeks flamed.
Kyle, still bare and trembling, let out a soft, humiliated whimper.
Jessica hesitated. She wasn’t sure which of them was more mortified. Her hands trembled as she dipped her fingers into the cool, thick cream, feeling its slickness coat her fingertips. The jar was cold, the scent of menthol and aloe filling the room, but the heat radiating from Kyle’s scorched, welted backside was enough to make her own face burn.
She knew all four parents were watching.
She could hear the slight shuffling of feet, the way Peter and Robert chuckled under their breath, the way Linda and Carol smirked knowingly.
Kyle was still bent over, his body wrecked with exhaustion, his muscles twitching involuntarily under her touch. His thighs quivered, his hips shifted, and his breathing hitched the moment her soft hands pressed against his raw, punished skin.
Jessica swallowed, feeling utterly humiliated as she began massaging the balm into his blistered backside, working it gently over the raised welts, feeling the heat of his body against her fingertips.
Then—
Kyle let out a sharp inhale, his entire body stiffening.
Jessica froze. For a second, she thought she had pressed too hard—that she had hurt him—but then she felt it. The way his hips twitched. The way his thighs clenched. The way something stirred between his legs. Jessica’s eyes widened in horror. Oh. No.
Kyle’s breathing quickened, his body betraying him despite the humiliating circumstances. He let out a low, strangled noise, his forehead pressing deeper into the couch cushions, his hands clawing at the fabric.
Jessica’s stomach flipped.
The men noticed immediately.
“Well, well,” Peter smirked. “What do we have here?”
Kyle let out a mortified whimper, his toes curling into the carpet.
Robert laughed outright. “Looks like he’s enjoying his ‘aftercare’ a little too much.”
Jessica’s face turned scarlet.
Kyle let out a muffled groan, burying his face deeper, his entire body tensing with shame.
Carol giggled. “Oh, you two better get home quickly.”
Linda smirked. “Yes, Jessica, you might have a little more work to do tonight.”
Jessica wanted to die.
Her hands shot away from Kyle’s skin like she had been burned, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Kyle was still trembling, still humiliated beyond belief, his arousal undeniable despite his body’s exhaustion.
Jessica snapped the lid back onto the jar, her movements frantic, her cheeks flaming.
“Well,” Robert said with amusement, “I think that’s our cue to let you two get on your way.”
Kyle let out a weak, mortified whimper, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Jessica grabbed his clothes off the floor, desperate to escape.
“Come on, Kyle,” she said quickly, voice shaking.
She didn’t care that he was still naked, didn’t care that his arousal was obvious, didn’t care that the parents were watching, smirking, enjoying every second of their humiliation.
They had to get out of there. Now.
Having a Hard Time
Kyle was a mess—his face still streaked with tears, his body shaky, his thighs trembling from exhaustion and shame. But none of that mattered in the face of his newest humiliation.
He was still hard.
Fully. Completely. Painfully.
Jessica could see it—everyone could see it—his arousal standing obscenely obvious as he staggered upright, still red-eyed and sniffling, still naked and trying desperately to regain some shred of dignity.
But there wasn’t any left.
His erection bobbed stupidly as he fumbled for his clothes, his fingers clumsy, uncoordinated as he tried to shake his pants out, his hands trembling too much to pull his underwear on properly.
Then—Jessica’s mom Carol’s voice.
“Oh, Jessica, you’re such a lucky girl,” she said, eying her son-in-laws fully erect member.
Jessica’s stomach lurched.
Kyle let out a broken noise, his hands fumbling uselessly at his waistband, his cheeks burning red as the parents erupted into laughter.
Robert chuckled. “Oh, son, you’re having a bit of a ‘hard time’ there, aren’t you?”
Peter grinned. “Looks like all that punishment didn’t take the fight out of him quite yet.”
Kyle let out a shaky whimper, his fingers fumbling desperately as he tried to force his underwear up over his shame, but his body was still weak, still wrecked from the whipping and the figging and the sheer mental toll of everything that had happened tonight.
And his damn erection wouldn’t go away.
Jessica watched, mortified, as Kyle bungled the entire process, struggling to get his feet through his pant legs, his fingers trembling too much to fasten his jeans properly.
Carol smirked. “Oh, Kyle. You act like you’ve never put your pants on before.”
More laughter.
Kyle groaned in shame, nearly toppling over as he staggered, his pants still bunched stupidly around his thighs.
Linda sighed dramatically. “Jessica, dear, maybe you should help him dress.”
Jessica’s face flamed.
“No!” Kyle blurted, his voice desperate, his hands moving frantically to get his pants up and fastened, finally covering himself, though the bulge was still undeniably there.
Robert shook his head with mock disappointment. “A shame, really. I thought that whipping would’ve left him limp as a noodle.”
Jessica pressed her lips together, trying not to scream.
Kyle wouldn’t meet her eyes.
Peter chuckled. “Well, I think that’s our cue to let you two head home. Looks like Kyle needs a bit of… attention.”
The parents laughed again.
Jessica grabbed Kyle’s hand, practically yanking him toward the door.
They couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
A Hard Scolding
As Jessica practically dragged Kyle out the front door, her cheeks were still burning, her stomach twisting with residual humiliation as she stomped toward the car.
Kyle stumbled behind her, his legs weak, his body still shaking from everything that had just happened. His bottom throbbed painfully, his face red, his mind still spinning with shame and exhaustion.
But Jessica wasn’t done.
The moment they got to the car, she whirled around, her eyes blazing, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
“What the fuck, Kyle?!” she snapped, her voice low but furious.
Kyle blinked, startled. “W-what?”
Jessica threw up her hands. “You got a fucking boner in front of our parents! Our parents, Kyle!”
Kyle’s face went scarlet, his stomach churning. “I—I didn’t mean to!”
Jessica groaned, rubbing her hands down her face. “Oh my God—do you even know how fucking humiliating that was?! I had to rub cream on you! They were all fucking watching! And then—and then you go and get hard?! In front of my mom?! Your mom?! My dad?! Your dad?!”
Kyle flinched, looking down at the ground, his face burning hotter than ever.
“I—I couldn’t help it, Jess!” he stammered. “I—I mean, you were—your hands were—”
Jessica let out an exasperated noise, pacing slightly. “So what, Kyle?! So what if I was touching you?! You were fucking bawling your eyes out not five minutes earlier, and then suddenly, boom! Full mast! I mean, what the fuck, Kyle?”
Kyle groaned, his hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know! It just… happened!”
Jessica stopped pacing, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Well, congratulations, Kyle! Because now my dad and your dad and both our moms all know exactly what turns you on!”
Kyle let out a miserable whimper, his face in his hands.
Jessica shook her head. “You should’ve seen them, Kyle. Fucking laughing at you, making fucking jokes! My mom said I was a lucky girl! Your dad said he thought you’d be too whipped to even get it up! Do you even fucking understand how mortifying that was for me?!”
Kyle’s stomach twisted violently, his humiliation crashing down even harder.
“I—I know,” he mumbled weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was embarrassed too… I’m sorry, Jess. I—fuck—I’m so sorry.”
Jessica exhaled sharply, her arms still folded tightly.
Kyle looked so pathetic, standing there, his face red, his eyes still damp from crying, his posture slumped, his hands wringing uselessly at his sides.
Jessica sighed, rubbing her temples.
“Get in the fucking car, Kyle.”
Kyle nodded quickly, scrambling to open the door and get in, desperate to get out of sight, away from the house, away from the memory of what had just happened.
Jessica walked around to the driver’s side, slid in, and gripped the wheel tightly, still fuming, still horrified, still embarrassed beyond reason.
She put the car in drive.
They needed to get home. Now.
Heartfelt Apologies
When they finally got inside their apartment, Kyle let out a shaky breath, stepping inside and rubbing his face with both hands. His body still ached, his backside throbbed, and his pride was in absolute tatters.
Jessica shut the door behind them and leaned against it, watching him with an expression that was… softer now.
Kyle hesitated, glancing at her warily. “You still mad?”
Jessica exhaled, shaking her head. “No. I mean…” She ran a hand through her hair. “I was, but that wasn’t fair. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry.”
Kyle blinked, looking almost surprised at the apology.
Jessica sighed, stepping forward, pressing a hand lightly to his still-trembling chest. “I was just so embarrassed, Kyle. Sitting there, having to watch it happen to you—then seeing you just get hard in front of them like that…” She covered her face with her hands. “It was so fucking mortifying.”
Kyle groaned, his ears still red from shame. “I know. I know, Jess. Believe me, I feel like absolute shit about it.”
Jessica peeked at him from between her fingers. “…But I guess I do think it’s kind of cute.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Cute?!”
Jessica grinned, dropping her hands, stepping closer. “I mean, my husband can’t even control himself. Just the slightest touch from me, and he’s rock hard.” She giggled. “That’s kinda hot.”
Kyle flushed deeper, stammering. “Jess—”
Jessica pressed closer, trailing her fingers down his chest, down his stomach, until she was right above his belt.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
She looked up at him through her lashes, her smirk teasing.
“…And besides,” she murmured, fingers hooking into his belt loops, “Mommy told me I had work to do.”
Kyle let out a strangled noise, his body reacting instantly as Jessica sank to her knees before him, her fingers expertly undoing his belt and unfastening his jeans.
His breath hitched, his hips jerking slightly, his heart pounding.
Jessica grinned up at him, pulling his zipper down agonizingly slow.
Kyle groaned, torn between arousal and residual humiliation. “Y-you’re evil.”
Jessica laughed softly, her hands sliding lower.
“Yes!”
Determination
Kyle lay on the couch, spent and relaxed in a way he hadn’t been all night. His muscles were loose, his body warm, and for the first time since that humiliating punishment, he felt like himself again.
Jessica curled up beside him, her head resting against his chest, her fingers idly tracing circles on his skin. She felt a little guilty for how hard she had come down on him earlier—but at least now, after everything, they were in sync again.
Kyle let out a deep breath, shifting slightly. His backside still ached, and his bum hole still burned, but it was distant now, a dull reminder of the hell he had gone through.
Jessica sighed. “We need to talk about the money.”
Kyle groaned. “Jess. Can’t we just… enjoy this moment a little longer?”
Jessica smirked, tilting her head up to look at him. “You wanna risk going through all of that again?”
Kyle flinched, his muscles tensing instinctively at the thought. “…Point taken.”
Jessica sat up, pulling a notebook off the coffee table. “Alright, so with my new job, your extra shifts, and if we’re really careful about spending—like, no eating out, no unnecessary purchases—we should be able to cover everything next month.”
Kyle nodded, relieved. “So no more ginger up my ass, no more spankings?”
Jessica bit her lip. “If we stick to this? Yeah. We should be fine.”
Kyle exhaled sharply, sagging into the couch. “Thank God.”
Jessica hesitated, then tapped her pen against the page. “…But.”
Kyle tensed. “But what?”
Jessica sighed. “But if something happens—and I mean, only if—and we end up short again…”
Kyle stared at her, his brows furrowing.
Jessica looked away, her voice softer now. “After what you just went through, Kyle… If it comes down to it…”
She swallowed, then looked back at him, resolute.
“I’ll take one for the team next time.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Jess, no—”
Jessica held up a hand. “Listen. It’s not fair for you to take two in a row. And yeah, I got two before this, but…” She shook her head. “I’m not gonna sit there and watch you break down like that again if I can do something about it.”
Kyle’s throat tightened. “Jess—”
She shrugged, forcing a small smirk. “Besides, after watching you tonight? I think I handle it better than you do.”
Kyle let out a weak laugh, rubbing his still-tender backside. “…That’s not funny.”
Jessica smirked wider. “It’s kinda funny.”
Kyle groaned, tugging her back down against his chest.
Jessica let out a soft giggle, wrapping her arms around him.
They weren’t out of the woods yet.
But at least this time, they had a plan.
Fifth Repayment
The next month’s reckoning was completely different from the previous ones.
Kyle and Jessica walked into the living room with their heads held high, their confidence restored, and—for the first time—they weren’t nervous wrecks.
They had done it.
Mostly.
Jessica handed over the thick envelope of cash, standing tall as her dad Peter and father-in-law Robert counted it out carefully, the same way they always did.
The room was silent as they worked through the bills.
Then Peter looked up, raising an eyebrow. “You’re short.”
Jessica and Kyle tensed, their stomachs clenching involuntarily.
Then Robert smirked. “By ten dollars.”
Linda, Kyle’s mom, clasped her hands together, beaming. “Well, that’s an improvement!”
Her mom Carol nodded, a hint of pride in her voice. “You two have done so much better this month. You’ve paid back everything you owed and only came ten dollars short of a completely perfect payment. That’s what we like to see.”
Her husband Kyle let out a huge breath, his shoulders relaxing instantly.
Jessica grinned, her chin lifting. “We worked our asses off.”
Peter chuckled. “And whose ass is going to be paying for that missing ten?”
Jessica didn’t hesitate.
She took a step forward, almost proudly. “It’s me this time.”
Her father raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Well, aren’t you taking this like a champ?”
Jessica shrugged, smiling playfully. “It’s only ten dollars.”
Robert chuckled, shaking his head. “Much better than the two hundred last time.”
Kyle winced hard, remembering exactly how that had gone.
Peter stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders. “Alright then, little lady. Let’s get this done.”
Jessica felt a lightness in her chest that hadn’t been there the last two times.
She wasn’t terrified.
She wasn’t humiliated.
She had earned this one.
It was just a ten-dollar spanking—a drop in the bucket compared to what they had suffered before.
She walked over willingly, standing next to her father as he patted his lap.
“Alright, Jess, over you go.”
She flopped down easily, her stomach against his thighs, her hands resting lightly on the floor, her bottom propped up in position.
Peter chuckled, resting a steady hand on her back. “Let’s do this properly.”
Jessica let out a small, nervous giggle as her father lifted her skirt, exposing her panty-clad bottom to the room.
Kyle blushed slightly, seeing his wife’s cute panty-clad bum over her dad’s knee. He glanced at his dad who gave him an A-OK sign and a wink regarding his wife’s shapely bum.
Peter patted her softly. “Ten little spanks, one for each dollar short.”
Jessica nodded, grinning.
Then—
Smack!
A firm but light swat landed on her panty-covered backside, enough to sting just a little, but nothing compared to the merciless punishments of before.
Jessica let out a soft yelp, then giggled.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each spank was gentle, more of a tease than a punishment, and the room’s atmosphere reflected it.
Linda smiled. “It’s nice to see them taking accountability without all the drama this time.”
Carol nodded. “They’re growing up.”
Robert laughed. “And they’re finally learning how to manage their money.”
Kyle watched from his seat, relieved beyond words that the mood was so different this time—that this wasn’t a humiliating ordeal, just a gentle, necessary correction.
Jessica grinned into her father’s knee, her bottom tingling lightly, but her heart light.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With the last swat, Peter patted her gently and let her up.
“All done,” he said, ruffling her hair.
Jessica hopped up, adjusting her skirt, feeling oddly good about herself.
She bent down and kissed her daddy on his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”
She went over to Robert next. “Your turn, sir,” she said, blushing and giggling. She was positively enjoying this!
Robert chuckled, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “Well, aren’t you a different girl from last time?
Kyle swallowed hard as he watched his wife playfully placing herself over his dad’s lap just as she had with her own father. It was surreal—Jessica, the woman who had once dreaded these reckonings, now embracing them as if they were a rite of passage.
Robert adjusted her slightly, flipping up her skirt and patting her bottom over her panties. “Well, since you’re being such a good sport about this, I suppose I won’t have to be too mean.”
Jessica giggled. “That’s awfully kind of you, sir.”
Kyle glanced at his mother, Linda, who was beaming with pride, while Carol, Jessica’s mother, smirked knowingly.
“I think she’s enjoying this a little too much,” Carol mused.
Robert raised an eyebrow. “Well, Jess, shall we?”
Jessica nodded, relaxing over his lap.
Smack!
The first spank landed just like before—firm but playful.
She let out a small gasp but quickly dissolved into giggles again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The next few swats came in a steady rhythm, more of a lighthearted reminder than true punishment.
Kyle found himself smiling. He had been so worried that these reckonings would forever be a painful, humiliating experience for both of them. But now, seeing his wife take her spanking with grace, it didn’t feel so bad.
Jessica yelped at a slightly harder smack and turned to pout at Robert. “That one was mean.”
Robert smirked. “That was for the attitude, young lady.”
Jessica giggled again, wiggling her hips playfully. “Yes, sir.” She then turned her head, grinning up at him.
“But are you sure this is totally proper, sir?” she teased, arching her back and lifting her bum enticingly. “Shouldn’t a real spanking be given on the bare?” she asked as she wiggled her backside.
Kyle choked on air, his face burning, while Linda and Carol exchanged amused looks.
Peter smirked. “Well, well, isn’t she getting bold?”
Robert chuckled, patting her bum lightly. “Fishing for a bit of extra attention, are we?”
Jessica only wiggled her hips again, giggling. “I do like to do things properly.”
Robert shook his head, but there was an unmistakable smirk on his face. “Well, far be it from me to deny you what you’re asking for.”
With deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jessica’s panties and began peeling them down, exposing her round, perky bottom to the entire room.
A chorus of giggles and chuckles filled the air as Jessica’s cheeks—both sets—flushed a deep pink.
Kyle gaped, helplessly watching his wife get exactly what she wanted.
Robert chuckled as Jessica again wiggled her bare bottom in the air, still perched over his lap. He ran a hand over her smooth, round cheeks, shaking his head in amusement.
“You know, Jess, I’ve seen some fine rear ends in my day,” he mused, patting her lightly. “But I think I might have just found the sleekest little model around.”
Jessica giggled, arching her back. “Oh? What kind of model am I, sir?”
Robert smirked, raising his hand. Smack!
“A high-performance, finely tuned piece of work,” he said, delivering another crisp swat to her bare skin. Smack! “Handles well, built for speed, and turns a few heads when she’s on display.”
The room erupted into laughter as Jessica yelped at another well-placed spank, but she was grinning, clearly enjoying every second of it.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Kyle groaned, rubbing his face, but Linda and Carol were giggling like schoolgirls.
Peter folded his arms. “Oh, she’s a show-off, alright. You take her out in public, and suddenly everyone’s looking.”
Robert grinned. “I bet she handles like a dream, too.”
He turned his head toward Kyle, who had turned a deep shade of red. “What do you say, son? What’s it like taking this little number for a spin around the bedroom?”
Jessica gasped, her mouth dropping open in exaggerated scandal—but she was laughing as she peeked over her shoulder at her blushing husband.
Kyle groaned. “Oh my god, can we not—”
Robert smirked. Smack! “Oh, come on now, no need to be shy! You get to take this beauty for a ride every night—how’s she handling?”
Jessica wiggled her bum playfully. “Yeah, honey, tell them!”
The room howled with laughter as Kyle sank lower into his chair, hiding his face in his hands. “I hate this family.”
Peter grinned. “Come on, son, is she a smooth ride or a little hard to control?”
Jessica gasped, kicking her feet in playful outrage. “Daddy!”
Smack! Smack!
Robert chuckled. “Well, I think we all know she’s got a bit of a wild streak.” He landed two more light, teasing swats. Smack! Smack! “But with the right maintenance, I think she’ll stay in top condition for years to come.”
Robert gave her one last pat, grinning. “Alright, sweetheart, that should do it. You can get up now—unless you’d rather show off a bit more?”
Jessica popped up from Robert’s lap, her skirt falling back into place, but her panties still tangled around her ankles. She beamed as she leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you for the lovely spanking, Daddy Robert,” she said cheerfully, her eyes twinkling.
Robert chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a real piece of work, young lady.”
Before Jessica could step away, Linda, Kyle’s mom, reached for her wrist, pulling her effortlessly toward the couch. “Oh, not so fast, sweetheart,” she cooed, sitting down, guiding Jessica over her lap, and flipping her skirt back up. “The boys have had their fun, but we all know how this works. All four of us need to take this little number for a spin.”
The room burst into laughter as Jessica squeaked, her bare bottom once again raised in the air.
Linda smoothed her skirt over her back and whistled appreciatively as she gave her daughter-in-law’s cheeks a firm squeeze. “Mm-mm, look at these glutes! All those squats are really paying off.”
Jessica giggled, wiggling her hips playfully. “I do try to keep it in shape.”
Linda smirked, raising an eyebrow at Carol. “You know, you did say last week that Jessica was the lucky one, after catching a glimpse of Kyle’s… arousal.”
Carol smirked knowingly. “I did say that.”
Linda sighed dramatically as she brought her hand down with a crisp smack!
Jessica yelped, but she was still grinning as another sharp swat landed.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“But, really,” Linda sighed wistfully, continuing the steady rhythm of spanks, “Kyle’s the lucky one. I mean, just look at her.”
Jessica kicked her feet slightly, giggling between her yelps. “Linda, you’re making me blush!”
Linda smirked, “Well, I’m making something blush,” she said, bringing her palm down again, admiring the faint pink hue beginning to blossom across Jessica’s bare skin. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Linda shook her head as she sighed dramatically. “You know, youth is so wasted on the young.”
Robert chuckled. “You jealous, dear?”
Linda gave Jessica’s bottom a particularly firm smack, smirking. “Oh, I’d kill to be twenty-five again with a tight little behind like this.”
Peter laughed. “Well, if you want a turn over the knee, I’m sure we can arrange that.”
Linda shot him a playful glare. “Don’t even think about it.”
Smack! Smack!
Jessica gasped, her laughter bubbling over. “Are you spanking me just because you’re jealous of my bum?”
Linda grinned. “Maybe a little.” Smack!
Carol folded her arms, shaking her head. “Ok now, let me have a turn!”
Jessica wiggled happily on Linda’s lap as the final spank landed with a crisp smack! before popping up once again, her skirt fluttering back into place, though her panties were still tangled around her ankles. She turned and pressed a sweet kiss to Linda’s cheek.
“Thank you for the lovely spanking, Mama Linda,” she cooed, batting her lashes playfully.
Linda laughed, giving her skirted bottom a playful pat. “Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart. Always a pleasure.”
Jessica turned, already knowing where she was headed next. She went over to her mother, Carol, who was already patting her lap expectantly.
Jessica sighed theatrically as she carefully laid herself down over Carol’s lap. “Alright, Mom, your turn.”
Carol chuckled, flipping up Jessica’s skirt to bare her already pink bottom. She took a moment to admire her daughter’s curves before running a hand over them appraisingly. She gave her bum a little squeeze before raising her hand.
Smack!
Jessica yelped, but she was still grinning, kicking her feet lightly as her mother continued to knead the soft flesh.
Carol hummed thoughtfully. “You know, sweetheart, since I’ve got you here like this, let’s talk about something important.”
Smack! Smack!
Jessica winced at the sharper swats. “Uh-oh. What’s on your mind, Mom?”
Carol smirked. “Grandchildren.”
Jessica gasped, twisting around to gape at her mother. “Mom!”
Linda and Peter burst into laughter, while Robert just shook his head, chuckling.
Carol continued, completely unfazed. “What? It’s about time, don’t you think?”
She traced a finger along Jessica’s lower back, then down to the gentle curve of her hips. “You’ve certainly got the hips for it. Childbearing hips, as they say.”
Smack!
Jessica squeaked, her face going bright red. “Mom, stopppp!”
Carol ignored her, parting her cheeks to display her tight little pussy from behind. “Now, it might be a tight squeeze coming out…” She paused for effect, then shrugged. “But isn’t it always?”
The whole room howled with laughter, while Kyle groaned into his hands.
Jessica let out an exaggerated wail, kicking her legs. “I hate you all!”
Carol just smirked. Smack! Smack! “Oh, hush, you’ll thank me when you’re bouncing a little one on your knee instead of being bounced over ours.”
Jessica groaned. “We don’t have the money for a baby yet!”
Carol tsked, shaking her head. “Pfft. You think we don’t know that?”
Peter nodded sagely. “You just focus on getting busy, and we’ll all chip in.”
Kyle made a strangled noise. “Sir!”
Robert laughed, patting his son’s shoulder. “You heard him, son. You two handle the making, and we’ll handle the funding.”
Jessica groaned, burying her face in her mother’s lap. “This is the worst conversation of my life.”
Carol just smirked, delivering a final, playful smack! before rubbing her daughter’s warmed bottom soothingly.
“You’ll thank me one day, honey.”
Jessica huffed, pouting. “Doubt it.”
Carol patted her gently. “Alright, up you go.”
Jessica climbed off her mother’s lap, her cheeks still burning, both from the spanking and the utter humiliation of this discussion.
Learning to Whom she Belongs
“Now then,” Peter, her dad, said, “There’s only one thing left to do. Kyle, my boy, you need to learn this young lady to whom she belongs,” he says as he stands and walks her over to his blushing son-in-law.
Kyle swallowed hard as his father-in-law guided Jessica to stand directly in front of him. His face was still burning from all the teasing, and now every eye in the room was on him.
Jessica, for her part, was still grinning, her bottom warm and tingling, her panties still around her ankles. She looked up at Kyle with those playful, teasing eyes, clearly enjoying the moment.
Peter gave his son-in-law a firm pat on the back. “Go on, son. Take charge. Show her who she belongs to.”
Kyle’s mouth went dry. He glanced nervously at his parents, then at Jessica’s parents, then back at his wife. Jessica smirked, arching an eyebrow, daring him.
He let out a slow breath, straightened his shoulders, and took her wrist. In one swift movement, he pulled her down over his lap.
The room erupted in cheers and laughter.
Jessica squeaked but didn’t resist. In fact, she wiggled happily into position. As Kyle raised her skirt her bare bottom wriggled more into the perfectly perched position over his knee, her warm pink cheeks on display.
Kyle ran a hand over her smooth skin, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded. “Alright, Jess,” he murmured, swallowing back his nerves. “I think it’s time you learned a little respect.”
Jessica giggled, kicking her feet lightly. “Oh no, whatever shall I do?” she teased.
Kyle shook his head, bringing his palm down in a sharp smack!
Jessica let out a small gasp but giggled again.
Kyle’s confidence grew. He spanked her again, a little firmer this time. Smack! Smack!
Jessica wiggled on his lap, peeking back at him with a coy grin. “Mmm, that all you got, honey?”
The entire room whooped with laughter.
Kyle’s jaw clenched. Oh, she wanted to play, did she?
He adjusted his grip, sliding a hand around her waist, pinning her properly over his knee. Then he raised his hand higher and crack!
Jessica gasped, her back arching slightly as the harder smack registered. “Oh!”
Kyle smirked. “That got your attention.”
Jessica let out a small, breathless laugh. “M-Maybe.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Kyle settled into a steady rhythm, his palm landing crisp and sharp against her bare bottom, each swat making her squirm a little more.
Kyle leaned down, his voice low. “You’ve been acting a little too proud of yourself tonight, sweetheart.”
Jessica let out a small gasp as he gave her another sharp swat. “Ouch! I’m sorry, sir!”
Kyle hummed thoughtfully. “Now I’ll learn you!”
Jessica pouted, kicking her feet. “You like having me over your knee.”
Kyle smirked. “Of course, I do.”
He slid a hand down, smoothing over the heat radiating from her spanked cheeks. “But you’re still getting a proper lesson.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jessica squirmed now, her giggles turning into soft yelps. Her bottom was turning a light shade of red, proof that Kyle wasn’t just playing around anymore.
Robert nodded approvingly. “Now that’s a proper spanking.”
Peter smirked. “Took him long enough to find his nerve.”
Linda clasped her hands together, beaming. “Our boy’s finally learning!”
Carol grinned. “Oh, she needs it, and he’s a natural.”
Kyle ignored them, focusing only on Jessica, who was now wriggling properly on his lap, no longer teasing—no longer quite so in control.
He leaned down again, voice firm. “You still think this is just a game, sweetheart?”
Jessica hesitated, glancing back at him, her playful smirk faltering. “N-No, sir.”
Kyle raised an eyebrow. “That’s what I thought.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jessica gasped, arching slightly as he landed three sharp, deliberate swats to the undercurve of her cheeks—the tenderest spot.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it!” she yelped.
Kyle smirked, letting his hand rest on Jessica’s warm, red bottom as she lay over his lap, her breathing just a little heavier now. He traced slow, teasing circles over her bum, making her twitch beneath his touch. Then, he leaned down, his voice low and firm.
“Now,” he murmured, lips grazing her ear, “let’s continue that discussion about having kids.”
Jessica stiffened immediately. “Kyle!” she squeaked, face burning even redder.
Kyle chuckled, rubbing her bottom in slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. You heard them—our parents already said they’d help out. The only thing left is for us to get started.”
Jessica groaned, wiggling in frustration. “Kyle, not in front of everyone!”
Linda let out a delighted laugh. “Oh, I love this. Kyle, darling, I think you’ve finally come into your own.”
Carol smirked, nodding in approval. “I’m impressed. He’s taking control nicely.”
Peter chuckled. “That’s my son-in-law. Remind her who’s in charge.”
Jessica groaned again, her face buried in her hands. “I hate this family.”
Kyle grinned. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t think you do.” He lifted his hand and delivered a firm smack! that made her yelp, her legs kicking. “Now, let’s talk about this baby thing.”
Jessica whined, turning her head to glare at him. “Kyle, not like this!”
Kyle chuckled, landing another sharp swat. Smack! “Oh? You seemed eager enough to discuss it earlier.”
Jessica squirmed, but there was no escaping his grasp. “I didn’t have a choice!”
Kyle hummed, tapping his fingers lightly against her heated skin. “Mm-hmm. And you still don’t.” He squeezed one of her cheeks, watching as she twitched beneath his touch. “Your mom thinks you’ve got the hips for it. What do you think?”
Jessica let out a frustrated little noise. “I think I don’t want to have this conversation while my bare butt is over your knee in front of everyone!”
Robert smirked. “That’s too bad, sweetheart, because it seems like the perfect time to us.”
Carol nodded sagely. “You’re already in the listening position, dear.”
Jessica groaned dramatically, her toes curling. “I hate you all.”
Kyle chuckled. “You keep saying that, but you’re still here, wiggling that cute little bottom.”
Smack! Smack!
Jessica yelped, her legs kicking as Kyle laid down two more crisp spanks. Her fingers clutched at his pant leg tightly, and he could feel the tension in her body. Not just embarrassment—there was something else. Something heated.
He leaned down again, his voice dropping into that firm, authoritative tone he knew made her shiver. “Now, tell me, sweetheart… do you want to have my babies?”
Jessica clenched her fingers, her breath coming out in short little puffs. “Kyle…”
Smack! Smack!
She gasped, arching her back slightly, her toes curling even more.
Kyle smirked, rubbing her tingling skin. “No more stalling. Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
Jessica squirmed, her face burning. “This is so unfair.”
Kyle landed one last sharp smack! to her bottom, making her yelp. “Say it.”
Jessica let out a small, defeated groan. “Fine!” she huffed, peeking at him from under her lashes, her face still glowing. “Alright. If they’re willing to help… then yeah. I guess it’s time we got going.”
The entire room burst into cheers and laughter.
Peter clapped Kyle on the back. “Good boy, you’ve got her right where you want her.”
Robert smirked. “Smart girl. That’s the right answer.”
Carol beamed. “Well, finally!”
Linda wiped away an exaggerated tear. “Oh, I’m so happy! You two are going to make the cutest babies.”
Jessica groaned, kicking her legs in frustration. “Can I get up now?”
Kyle chuckled, giving her bottom one last squeeze before helping her upright. As soon as she was standing, she reached down and yanked her panties back up, huffing indignantly. “You’re all impossible.”
Kyle smirked, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek, murmuring, “And yet, you just agreed to make a baby with me.”
Jessica pouted, her face still pink. “…Shut up.”
Bundled Out
Jessica barely had time to huff before her mother, Carol, stood up, clapping her hands together with an air of exaggerated authority.
“Alright, alright,” Carol declared, waving them toward the door. “You heard her, everyone! She agreed! That means you two need to get going.”
Jessica blinked. “What?”
Peter smirked, rising to his feet as well. “Strike while the iron’s hot, kiddo. No time to waste.”
Linda gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Oh my, yes! You wouldn’t want to cool down, would you?” She turned to Robert, nudging him with a grin. “Robert, honey, be a dear and get their coats. We need to get them out of here before they start overthinking it.”
Robert chuckled but obediently grabbed their jackets, tossing them toward Kyle. “Come on, son, you’ve got a mission now.”
Kyle caught them, looking as bewildered as his wife. “Are you guys seriously kicking us out?”
“Of course we are,” Carol said matter-of-factly, already ushering Jessica toward the door with a firm hand on her back. “We just spent all this time making sure you two were in the right mindset, and we are not going to let you sit around and change your minds.”
Jessica let out a scandalized yelp as her mother gave her a playful swat on the backside, pushing her toward the front hallway. “Mom!”
Peter chuckled, clapping Kyle on the shoulder. “Take her home, son. You know what to do. Oh, and consider your debt paid in full.”
“And as soon as you’re well underway, we’ll set up a monthly thing,” said Robert.
Kyle groaned, rubbing his face. “This is so weird.”
Carol folded her arms, nodding sagely. “Now, go on, shoo! That little vijayjay won’t make its own babies!”
Jessica gasped, spinning on her heel. “Mom!”
Linda waved them off. “Go, go! Make us some grandbabies!”
Kyle groaned but let himself be dragged out, pulling Jessica along as their parents literally herded them to the door.
Jessica squeaked as Peter opened it, practically tossing them out onto the porch. “Bye, sweetie!” he called cheerfully. “Go put a bun in that oven!”
Kyle winced as the door slammed shut behind them.
Jessica turned to him, her face still bright red. “I. Hate. Them.”
Kyle chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “You did agree.”
Jessica huffed, crossing her arms. “I was coerced.”
Kyle smirked, pulling her close. “Don’t you want to?”
Jessica peeked up at him, her face softening just slightly. “You really want this, don’t you?”
Kyle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his expression gentler now. “Yeah, Jess. I really do.”
Jessica sighed, letting her forehead rest against his. “…Okay. Then let’s go home and… put a bun in the oven,” she said with a grin.
Kyle grinned as well. “Good girl!”
Then, taking her hand firmly in his, he led her off the porch, heading toward the car.
Behind them, through the door, their parents burst into another round of delighted cheers.
Epilogue
On the way home, Jessica said “let’s stop off at the DQ to celebrate. Chocolate malteds?”
Kyle smiled, “maybe in a few days, sweetheart, after that repayment we’re dead broke.”
“I’ve still got a twenty in my purse,” Jessica said with a wink.
Omg I thought they were going to make him give her a baby fuck right then while they all watched!
ReplyDeleteSo close!
DeleteA much better way to teach how compound interest and carrying a balance on your credit card works than anything I came up with in teaching my kids and personal finance. :-)
ReplyDeleteI thought so!
DeleteNiece update. Niece is my wife’s side kick and usually just enjoys witnessing my spankings delivered by my wife.
ReplyDeleteBut I missed fitness targets while my wife was away so my wife gave instructions and watched remotely on zoom while my niece spanked me otk on the bare with her hairbrush. Technology.
Jessica happy going bare over daddy’s knee and flirting with him in her short skirt sounds autobiographical Ms Julie.
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DeleteNext chapter. Too bad Kyle’s sperm were infertile. So to get grandchildren Daddy and Daddy Robert had to step in and give Jessica their seed. Cuckold Kyle fluffed the men and mom guided their cocks into Jessica’s wet for daddy pussy. Jessica had never been able to orgasm from cock alone until her 2 daddies double teamed her pussy and red spanked bottom. Family fun.
ReplyDeleteYikes! 😳
DeleteHa typical by the end Jessica (really Julie) was wiggling her bottom and begging for it on the bare from daddy like a total SLUT.
ReplyDeleteI resemble that remark!
DeleteAnother great story! Are you still using chatgpt to write those or do you use another AI? I just came back to writing stories with AI and I feel like chatgpt often doesn't comply. I struggle having it write as explicit content as you do for example it often outright refuse to use words like "pussy" "dick" etc. so that's why I'm wondering how you do it!
ReplyDeleteYes, mostly ChatGPT as it’s the best story teller. I have a Plus account and I’ve “trained it” by adding a bunch of spanking stuff into memory. Then you need to start light and coax it, like don’t say “describe her pussy”, say “describe her embarrassed reaction to having her pussy seen”. Even so, you eventually hit a brick wall. Say “most private place”and then you can edit it to pussy manually. Also, every now and then a splice in an AI more ok with explicitly content, such as gab.ai or gptease.
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