Mother's Hair Brush Spankings were always on the bare.

Mandy had always been a very thin girl, without much padding to her young bottom. She was 17 years old and pretty small, five foot five, and only weighed 115 pounds. She was very conscious about being thin, and she often wished that she could gain a little weight. While her girlfriends complained about their big bottoms, Mandy would look wistfully at the way their behinds filled out their tight blue jeans. One day when she had returned from the store with a bag full of new jeans, she confessed to her mother that she wished she could gain five pounds right on her bottom. Her new jeans didn't stretch across her bottom cheeks the way she wanted them too. She wanted to have something back there to wiggle, and something back there to show off when she went bowling! Her mother simply smiled and patted her cute little behind. "Don't worry, I am sure as you get older your behind will grow. Nice round behinds run in our family. You need to gain about ten pounds and you will see. You know, if your behind were bigger, it would mean that instead of a hand spanking, you would be punished with the hairbrush. Do you still want a bigger behind?" Mandy blushed and said, "Even if it meant getting the hairbrush, I would rather not be so skinny!" That was when Judy started to help her daughter gain weight. She knew that if she made meals with butter instead of margarine, and packed an extra cookie or two in her daughter lunch, and encouraged her to have ice cream near bed time, that ten pounds would find their way right to her daughters behind! They would measure her hips each week, and have her stand on the scale to check her weight. Little by little Mandy's behind turned from Ethiopian Butt into a full-fledged Hairbrush Girl. It was quite some behind too! When Mandy bowled, people from six lanes to the left and six lanes to the right would stop and stare. When Mandy walked down the street she would hear whistles coming from buses and cars. When Mandy went shopping for clothes, she would look at herself in the mirror and smile. Mandy was a hairbrush girl! On her next birthday, when she turned 13, Mandy came to her mother wearing a cute little pleated skirt that smoothed out in the back as it covered her new bubble butt and she handed her mother a hairbrush. Her mom looked confused at first but then Mandy explained. "Mom, I have always wanted to get a good sound spanking from you, with a hairbrush. My entire life I was given hand spankings when I was being punished, and they did hurt very much and always taught me to behave, but I always felt as if I was missing something. I haven't needed a spanking since I was ten when I was caught sneaking out after bedtime. I really wish you would give me a real spanking with a hairbrush for that right now." Mandy's mother could see from the look on her daughter's face that this was something she wanted very much. Mandy was always a good girl and never asked for something that was beyond the family's means to give her. She stared at the hairbrush and then at her daughter wearing the cute plaid skirt. What else could she possibly do?? "You know what this means, don't you Mandy?" Mandy's voice sounded very young when she said, "Yes mommy, you are going to punish me." "That's right, and I am going to punish you just like I would have when you were ten if your bottom had been big enough. So that means I am going to pull up your skirt and lower your panties." "Yes Mommy," Mandy squirmed and her bottom started to tingle. Mandy's mom sat on a sturdy desk chair and pulled her daughter across her lap. Mandy's hands went to the floor to steady herself and her legs bent and her feet faced the ceiling. Mommy then placed her hand on Mandy's ample young behind and gave it a few pats with her hand. She started warming the seat of her skirt, spanking first one cheek and then the other, her hand keeping to the plaid material of the skirt. She would stop and rub, noticing that Mandy's behind was nice and firm under her skirt.They would measure her hips each week, and have her stand on the scale to check her weight. Little by little Mandy's behind turned from Ethiopian Butt into a full-fledged Hairbrush Girl. It was quite some behind too! When Mandy bowled, people from six lanes to the left and six lanes to the right would stop and stare. When Mandy walked down the street she would hear whistles coming from buses and cars. When Mandy went shopping for clothes, she would look at herself in the mirror and smile. Mandy was a hairbrush girl! On her next birthday, when she turned 13, Mandy came to her mother wearing a cute little pleated skirt that smoothed out in the back as it covered her new bubble butt and she handed her mother a hairbrush. Her mom looked confused at first but then Mandy explained. "Mom, I have always wanted to get a good sound spanking from you, with a hairbrush. My entire life I was given hand spankings when I was being punished, and they did hurt very much and always taught me to behave, but I always felt as if I was missing something. I haven't needed a spanking since I was ten when I was caught sneaking out after bedtime. I really wish you would give me a real spanking with a hairbrush for that right now." Mandy's mother could see from the look on her daughter's face that this was something she wanted very much. Mandy was always a good girl and never asked for something that was beyond the family's means to give her. She stared at the hairbrush and then at her daughter wearing the cute plaid skirt. What else could she possibly do?? "You know what this means, don't you Mandy?" Mandy's voice sounded very young when she said, "Yes mommy, you are going to punish me." "That's right, and I am going to punish you just like I would have when you were ten if your bottom had been big enough. So that means I am going to pull up your skirt and lower your panties." "Yes Mommy," Mandy squirmed and her bottom started to tingle. Mandy's mom sat on a sturdy desk chair and pulled her daughter across her lap. Mandy's hands went to the floor to steady herself and her legs bent and her feet faced the ceiling. Mommy then placed her hand on Mandy's ample young behind and gave it a few pats with her hand. She started warming the seat of her skirt, spanking first one cheek and then the other, her hand keeping to the plaid material of the skirt. She would stop and rub, noticing that Mandy's behind was nice and firm under her skirt.Then Mommy lifted Mandy's skirt to reveal a pair of pale pink cotton panties. They barely covered more than just her bummy crack and creased down the middle indicating that Mandy was clenching her bottom cheeks. Mommy patted and rubbed her panties for a few moments until her daughter relaxed and then changed the hairbrush to her spanking hand, and rubbed the smooth wood of it across the panties. Mandy grabbed hold of the chair legs and let out a deep breath. She was finally getting what she knew she always needed, a sound hairbrushing. Mommy raised up the hairbrush and brought it down with a firm smack, followed quickly by another. "Oooooh! That hurts!" Mandy gasped. "A spanking is supposed to hurt!" Mommy grinned. After the hairbrush landed on one cheek and then the other. The panties got smacked and little red spots started to appear right below the elastic at the bottom of her daughter's panties on her pale white skin. Mommy naturally had become curious to see just how beautiful her daughters behind had grown, so without too much hesitation she tucked her fingers into the waistband of the little pink panties and tugged them down. "Oh mommy no not on the bare!" was Mandy's instinctive reply. Mommy smiled down at her daughter's luscious derriere. It had two cute dimples near the top, and it flared down from her very tiny waist where her skirt was crumpled and pulled up and out of the way. Her panties framed the lower part of her plump bottom and then two long legs, which had a downy covering of light hairs angled down to Mommy's right. When she started smacking Mandy's bottom with the brush, she noticed how firm and tight her behind had grown. It jiggled just the right amount, but only with the hardest of blows. When she stopped to rub, her daughter wiggled around on her lap, almost purring from relief. Finally Mommy decided that the end of the spanking should be coming soon. Her daughter's behind was getting near the perfect shade of red, and since she had never been spanked this hard before, there were small red spots starting to raise up here and there. "Now I am going to give you 21 swats for your birthday, and if you are a brave girl during every one, I will give you some lotion on your bottom too." "Yes mommy, yes!" Mandy lifted up her head and clenched her teeth determined not to scream or yell. Twenty-one hard smacks came down, and Mandy kicked her legs silently back and forth. Before her eyes, Mandy's bottom went from red to maroon. There was no denying that Mandy would be feeling this spanking for the rest of the week everytime she sat down. After the last smack, Mommy sent Mandy across the room to fetch the lotion, and Mandy almost skipped across the carpet and then ran back, her panties still down, as she snuggled once again across her mother's lap. Mommy patted and rubbed and smiled when she heard Mandy coo as the lotion soothed her very hot behind. Once the lotion had been fully rubbed into her hot skin, Mommy returned the panties to their upright position and smoothed her plaid skirt down. When mother and daughter stood and hugged, it was a special moment and Mommy's hand traveled down her daughters back and gave the girl's bummy a little pat - as if to say, you are never too old to be taken over my knee, and your bummy is just the right size for the hairbrush!

 

When the Strap Comes Down

Principal Outlaw probably needs to review his hiring practices. Nikki is the third reform school teacher to have disappointed him in the last year. Nikki is a former student of the school who seemingly turned her life around. After being sentence to Ridel Reform School 11 years ago, she went to college, got a teaching degree and became a teacher for the school. However, Nikki is caught on camera at a local department store showing the girls in her class how to shoplift. Needless to say the Principal is very upset and fires Nikki but Nikki begs for her job back and agrees to take a spanking.So a Spanking she gets, first over the knee she gets a long hard hand spanking, poor Nikki, she is crying before her panties even come down. Then she goes across the spanking bench for twenty hard ones with the strap, she is balling her eyes out before it is done. 

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Busted Mya & Destiny

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Destiny is the boss stripper at the club. When Outlaw is not busy she is in charge of discipline but things go seriously bad. Her new girl Mya has a bad turn with an undercover cop, she offers to sex him for money. This puts both Mya and Destiny in jail and when Outlaw bails them out, well to say the least he is not very happy. Outlaw makes them wait for their punishment. Mya is especially nervous because she has never been spanked before. Destiny, who is really upset that she is going to be punished for something Mya did decides that she is going to "spank the hell out of little Mya".

 Soon Mya is over Destiny's knee getting a good spanking. However this doesn't really satisfy Destiny and soon she bares Mya's bottom, has her get up on all fours then straps her pretty bottom until Mya is sobbing. Outlaw shows up and tells them that they are both going to be disciplined, pretty little Mya begs for mercy because her little bottom is already sore and red. If we know anything about Outlaw is that he is not very merciful when a spanking is earned. Both girls are spanked and strapped hard until they are in tears. Destiny must assume the position and is given a hard whipping with a rubber hose. After she is done, she takes the board of education to Mya and promises her this is what she will get if she ever does anything like this again. 

 

Here Come the Tears

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Sierra was fired from her teaching position at the Ridel Reform School because she was a bad influence on the girls. She'd been a maid at the school for the past several months. However she kept her nose clean and even completed classes at the local Junior College. She talks Dr. Bridgewater into letting her enter the Student Nursing program that the school runs. As a condition of her education she required to attend a Rehab program and go through regular UA testing. Sierra amazes everyone and for the first 6 months she holds it together with flying colors, however after the 6 months cracks start to appear. She doesn't complete Rehab under questionable circumstances but Dr. Bridgewater tells she'd better be perfect for the next 6 months. That very evening the good doctor catches her on her phone and ignoring a patient. He promises her the spanking of her life. Like all naughty girls Sierra is crying uncontrollably by the time he is finished and she gets her tiny little butthole fucked as well.

 

Strap on Lesbians Get A Spanking

Bre Lickit and Amber Payne are two naughty Lesbians. Scheduled to be spanked for coming to work late (or missing work altogether) these naughty girls are caught playing with each other with sex toys. The boss had made them wait for their spanking to reflect on their bad behavior, not to play with one another. He decides that it is time for a serious spanking, to give these two naughty girls something that they will never forget. First they are made to spank on another over the knee first by hand then with a couple of paddles, then he spanks them with paddle, prison reformatory strap, and crop until both girls butts are bright red with deep belts. Both girls are crying real tears before their punishment is over. Very hard spanking action on two lovely butts. Outlaw gives them a lesson they will never forget. 
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A Well Deserved Paddling.

Oh, chile, let me tell y’all ‘bout that time back in 1960 when I was thirty-six years old and got myself in a heap of trouble. Name’s Ruby, and I ain’t proud of it, but I done got mixed up in an armed robbery with some no-good fellas I thought was my ride-or-dies. We hit a little bank out in the sticks, thinkin’ we’d get rich quick, but law caught up faster than a coon dog on a scent. Judge looked down at me from that big ol’ bench, bangin’ his gavel like he was drivin’ nails, and sentenced me to two years on a work farm down in Georgia. “Hard labor’ll straighten you out, girl,” he said, all stern-like. Wasn’t no cushy prison; it was sun-up to sun-down pickin’ cotton, hoein’ rows, feedin’ hogs, and sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But the worst part? That one time—and thank the Lord, the only time—I got my butt paddled by the farm boss for runnin’ my mouth and slackin’ off.

See, I’d been there ‘bout three months, and I was bone-tired, y’all. My back ached from bendin’ over them fields, my hands blistered up like raw meat. One hot afternoon, Boss Man—Mr. Harlan, big ol’ white fella with a face like weathered leather and arms thick as tree trunks—come hollerin’ at me ‘cause I was leanin’ on my hoe instead of choppin’ weeds. “Get to work, Ruby! This ain’t no vacation!” he barked. Well, I was feelin’ sassy that day, mouth runnin’ before my brain could catch up. I turned ‘round and said, “Why don’t you try swingin’ this hoe y’self, old man? See how you like it.” Ooh, the look he gave me coulda curdled milk. His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my arm, marchin’ me straight to the barn like I was a wayward child.

We got inside that dusty ol’ barn, smellin’ of hay and manure, and he shut the doors with a boom that echoed off the walls. “You done sassed me for the last time, girl,” he growled, pullin’ out this big wooden paddle from behind a stack of bales. It was flat as a board, ‘bout two feet long—mean-lookin’ thing, like somethin’ outta a nightmare. I started backin’ up, heart poundin’ like a drum, but he pointed to the wall. “Hands on the barn wall, feet apart. You gonna learn respect today.” I knew better than to argue no more; them work farms wasn’t no joke, and refusin’ could mean worse. So I planted my palms flat on that rough wood, butt stickin’ out a bit, feelin’ the denim of my jeans pull tight ’cross my backside.

First thing he did was grab the hem of my plaid shirt—it was one of them flannel ones they issued us, all faded and tied at the waist from the heat. He yanked it up in the back and knotted it high, right ‘bove my belt loops, so it wouldn’t get in the way. “Gotta have a clear target,” he muttered, steppin’ back to eye me up like I was a side of beef. My cheeks burned with shame, standin’ there exposed like that, even though I still had my jeans on. But he wasn’t playin’; he wanted nothin’ blockin’ his aim.

Then it started. He wound up that paddle like a baseball bat, and the first swat landed square on the bottom meat of my butt—right where the cheeks curve under, y’know, that sittin’ part that takes the worst of it. CRACK! It sounded like a gunshot goin’ off in that barn, echoin’ loud enough to scare the chickens outside. The sting hit me like fire, shootin’ through my whole body, makin’ my knees buckle a tad. I yelped, “Ow! Lord have mercy!” but he didn’t let up. Swat two come right after, same spot, aimin’ precise as a sharpshooter, paddlin’ that tender lower curve where it hurts the most. Each one was severe, y’all—no love taps here. He’d swing full force, the paddle whistlin’ through the air before it smacked my jeans with that thunderclap noise. By the fifth

, my butt was throbbin’, the denim doin’ little to soften the blow; it felt like he was beatin’ right through to the bone.
He kept countin’ ‘em out loud, slow and steady: “Six… seven…” Every swat targeted that same bottom meat, overlappin’ just enough to build the fire hotter. ‘Round ten, I was dancin’ on my toes, grippin’ that wall so hard my nails dug in, tears streamin’ down my face. “Please, Mr. Harlan, I’s sorry!” I cried, but he just grunted, “You gonna work proper from now on.” The paddle kept comin’, each one like a explosion—CRACK! CRACK!—the sound bouncin’ off the rafters. By fifteen, my legs was shakin’, and that lower butt felt swollen, like it was twice its size, the pain radiatin’ up my back and down my thighs. He didn’t miss once; always that precise aim on the fullest part, makin’ sure I felt every bit of it.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he got to twenty-five. The last few was the hardest, him puttin’ extra oomph in ‘em, like he was drivin’ the lesson home. When he stopped, I slid down the wall a bit, sobbin’ quiet-like, hands still planted but my whole body tremblin’. He hung the paddle back up and said, “Let that be a warnin’. Now git back to work.” I nodded, wipin’ my face, and hobbled out, untyin’ my shirt with shakin’ fingers.
Oh, lawd, how bad my butt hurt after? Chile, it was pure agony. For days, I couldn’t sit without wincin’; that bottom meat was bruised deep, purple and black like overripe plums, tender as a fresh burn. Every step sent jolts of fire through me, like sittin’ on hot coals. Sleepin’ on my side was the only way, and even then, the ache woke me up. Bendin’ over in the fields? Forget it—I worked twice as hard just to avoid more trouble, but each move reminded me of them gun-shot swats. Took near a week for the swellin’ to go down, and even longer for the soreness to fade. I ain’t never sassed back again, that’s for damn sure. That paddlin’ straightened me out better than any sermon. Life on that farm was rough, but it taught me—sometimes the hard way’s the only way.