Old-fashioned discipline- A spanking story #18+, NSFW

Jenny and John were high school sweethearts.  In a rush to get married, they were newlyweds by Fall of 1941.  Their lives together were a whirlwind of adventure…discovering sex together, learning to be husband and wife, and making plans for the future.  John signing up to go to war was NOT part of Jenny’s plans, but nevertheless, off he went.  He moved her in with his parents, and she would attend college and live with them until his return.

Jenny learned right away that her in-laws were quite strict.  One morning, she was headed out to class, and her mother-in-law sent her right back up to her room to change, stating that her skirt was too short.  Jenny wanted to argue that she was a grown woman and would wear whatever she pleased, but at 19 she was still rather meek.  Obediently, she went back to her room to change, slamming the door behind her like a petulant child to communicate her frustration.  When she returned, her mother-in-law warned against slamming doors in their home, stating that unless she wanted a “good talking to” she had better learn to control herself better. 

A few weeks later, Jenny and her friends decided to cut class and head to the beach.  The girls frolicked in the water, enjoying the sun on their faces, acting much like teenage girls rather than mature, college aged women.  Jenny knew her mother-in-law would disapprove so she took great care to change back into her college uniform and make herself presentable.  Her hair was still slightly damp underneath, but she doubted anyone would notice.

When she got to the house, she saw that her husband’s aunt’s car was in the driveway.  Aunt Marie was one of her favorite people and she rushed inside to greet her.  Excited to see her too, Aunt Marie hugged her tightly.

“Why, child…why on earth is your hair wet?” Aunt Marie asked as she pulled away from their embrace.

Jenny’s mother-in-law looked at her quizzically. 

Jenny was at a loss for words.

“Jenny?” her mother-in-law asked, waiting for the girl to answer.

Jenny knew she was caught red-handed and decided to be truthful.

“It was such a nice day today that some of the girls and I decided to go to the beach,” she said, with as much confidence as she could muster.

A look of anger crossed her mother-in-law’s face, but she said nothing for a few minutes.

Aunt Marie wasn’t sure what to make of this and just said, “Well, that’s nice dear.  But you probably don’t want to be skipping class too often.”

“Jenny,” her mother-in-law began, her voice calm. “Why did you put your school uniform back on after going swimming?”

Jenny did not know how to answer this.  Clearly, she had changed back into her uniform so her mother-in-law would not be privy to her afternoon adventures.

When the words wouldn’t come, her mother-in-law nodded. 

“As I thought… you were being deceptive, young lady.”

Jenny’s face turned bright red with the use of “young lady”. 

“Go to your room, Jennifer.  Walter and I will be in to discuss this with you when he arrives home from work.  For now, you will wait in there, and think about your misbehavior,” her mother-in-law’s tone was quite stern and left no room for argument. 

Jenny glanced at Aunt Marie feeling quite embarrassed to be spoken to this way in front of her.  Aunt Marie only raised an eyebrow and shook her head.  Her face red, Jenny quickly left the room. 

In her bedroom, Jenny lay across the bed in tears, holding a framed picture of her husband.  She kissed John’s picture and wished he were there.  She was so tired of living with his parents who watched over her like a hawk.  She was a grown woman!  A married woman, no less.

Well, she didn’t feel like a grown woman an hour later when her in-laws entered her bedroom.  Her father-in-law looked quite cross with her, and her mother-in-law had her arms crossed across her chest, smugly. 

“Jennifer Anne, I heard you skipped class today, young lady,” her father-in-law said, his voice hard.

Whatever insolence Jenny had been feeling disappeared with his stern tone.

Jenny looked at the floor, her cheeks warm.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say.

“That is unacceptable behavior, young lady,” her father-in-law scolded, looking down at her, his gaze unyielding.

“I, I am sorry,” she stammered, her heart starting to beat more quickly.

“We promised John that we would look out for you, young lady.  The deal was that you could live here with us while he is away if you were attending classes and bettering yourself.  I am not pleased to hear that you find it acceptable to skip class, a class where you are already struggling, to gallivant off to the beach on a weekday.  You have plenty of time for that sort of fun on the weekend.”

Jenny felt her eyes well with tears as her father-in-law lectured her. 

“Your husband, who loves you dearly, I might add…is away at war, Jennifer Anne.  He should not have to worry about you skipping your classes and frolicking about like an irresponsible teenager.  You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady,” her father-in-law’s words cut her deeply, and Jenny felt a tear slide down her cheek. 

“I am really sorry, I am,” Jenny cried.  “I won’t cut class again.”

“You most certainly will not, young lady, because I am going to give you a good reason not to repeat this misbehavior,” he let his words hang in the air between them.

Jenny looked at him wide-eyed, suddenly very worried.

“Jennifer Anne, you have earned yourself a good spanking, young lady,” her father-in-law announced.

Like a deer in the head lights, she looked from her father-in-law to her mother-in-law and back again, but their expressions were unyielding. 

“No, please… you can’t…” Jenny could barely find her words.

“Oh yes I can, young lady.  John and I had a long talk about how to curb your misbehavior before he left. And he was in full agreement that if you didn’t toe the line, that I would discipline you just like I disciplined our girls when they were living here.  John shared with me that he has spanked you for misbehavior before, Jennifer Anne, so I know you are no stranger to this sort of discipline.”

Jenny’s face burned in shame when she realized that her husband had shared with his parents that he had spanked her!  She remembered the occasion well, the lie she had told him, and the look on his face when he had found out.  Her husband had lectured her sternly and she had seen a side to him that she had never seen before.  And when he was done lecturing, he had taken her over his knee and spanked her bottom until she cried many tears of remorse.  She’d never been spanked prior to that, and she was in no hurry to repeat the experience.  But from the look on her father-in-law’s face, she may not have a choice…

“Stand up, young lady,” her father-in-law ordered as he moved across the room to her desk.  Turning the straight-backed chair around, facing the room, he sat down. 

Jenny stared at him, her heart racing.

“Right now, Jennifer Anne,” he said, his patience running thin for the girl’s nonsense.

Jenny stood up, knees shaky, feeling as if she were in a bad dream.  She looked at her mother-in-law but saw no sympathy there.  She slowly walked to where her father-in-law was seated, her stomach in knots.  She no longer felt like a married woman of 19, but more like a little girl of 9 or 10 who had misbehaved and would now receive her comeuppance.

Her father-in-law began to lecture her again, and soon Jenny had tears streaming down her face.  She knew he was right.  She had behaved horribly, not following through on her commitments and acting childishly, and while her husband was away at war no less.  She didn’t want a spanking, but she certainly knew she had earned one.

So when her father-in-law took her arm and guided her over his lap, she offered no resistance.  Her cheeks burned in shame as he lifted her dress and lowered her panties to mid-thigh.  She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, hoping it would be over soon.

But her father-in-law took his time.  He lectured her sharply while she lay bare bottomed over his knee.  He also spoke of his affection for her and how he was only doing this to help her to be a better person.  He made her wait for her spanking, wanting to make his discipline not only painful (as the spanking was sure to be) but also embarrassing for her.  She almost felt relieved when he started to spank her, but that feeling passed as quickly as it had come on.  Her father-in-law spanked hard, and she was soon crying in earnest under his palm.

He spanked her soundly, alternating cheeks, and landing spanks to the tops of her thighs as well.  She howled in pain, having no idea that her Aunt Marie was sitting in the kitchen, hearing the sounds of a well-deserved spanking drift through the walls.  The next-door neighbors could hear the spanking as well, as her cries drifted across the fence and into their back yard.  They smiled knowingly at one another, remembering some of the spankings they had doled out to misbehaving offspring.

Her mother-in-law watched as the girl’s once lily-white bottom turned a healthy shade of pink.  She knew that in no time at all, her husband would spank that bare bottom the color of two ripe cherries.  She felt strongly that Jennifer had earned this discipline and that a good spanking would do her a world of good.

Jenny could only kick and cry as her father-in-law held her easily across his knee with one hand and spanked her soundly with the other.  Her bottom was stinging beyond belief, her voice hoarse, and tears puddling on the floor beneath her face.  But her father-in-law continued to spank her, wanting to ensure she didn’t repeat this misbehavior in the future. 

After several more minutes he drew the spanking to a close, landing several sharp spanks to the girl’s sit-down spots, ensuring future obedience.  He allowed her to lay there sobbing for a bit before helping Jenny off his knee. 

“No rubbing, Jennifer,” he said, pulling her hands away from her burning rear.  “Into the corner, young lady.”

Jennifer obeyed immediately, instinctively knowing she was to hold up the back of her skirt.  At the age of 19, she stood with her nose in the corner, and her well-spanked bottom on display as her in-laws looked on approvingly. 

“Jennifer Anne, if we have a repeat of this behavior, I will paddle your bottom until you can’t sit down for a week…do you understand me, young lady?” Her father-in-law asked, sternly.

“Yes, Sir,” she cried.  “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I am going to hold you to that, young lady.  And tonight, you will be writing John a letter and communicating to him what took place today.  I am guessing he will not be pleased with you.”

The butterflies in Jenny’s tummy returned.  What would John think?  What would he do when he got back?

Jenny may not have realized it yet, but that letter guaranteed her a second spanking when her husband returned.  But that is a story for another day.

The End.

             


Hello, my kinky readers!

Hope you enjoyed this bit of naughty fiction… I know, I know… I’m so predictable! Another misbehaving girl getting a well-earned spanking over the parental knee. I just can’t get enough!

XOXO,

nora

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  1. Ooooh, nora, this is my favorite kind of story, and you told it beautifully. One can easily imagine that, in the era of the 40’s, this scenario could have taken place. Of course, we don’t, ahem, condone such things these days. That would be wrong. I also like the pictures you chose for illustration. 🙂

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    1. Smiles. Thank you, Franz! I LOVED this picture set when I found them and had to use them in one of my stories. While I know it is totally out of vogue to spank a grown woman against her will, I sure love to fantasize about these kinds of spankings! As you and I have touched on before, the idea of being held accountable, even if it means something you don’t want (like a spanking) is such a deliciously naughty thing! I really can’t get enough of these kinds of stories 🙂

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      1. Traditional discipline within family relationships without sexual motivation or interaction is a scenario that has fascinated me since early childhood. From a historical perspective or fantasy, I also never tire of the story. 🙂

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  2. Delicious as always Nora. Jennifer Anne and her husband remind me of my grandparents. Except my grandmother was the one in charge she was a college educated, painfully formal woman who I miss very dearly.

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      1. She was a force to be reckoned with I’ll tell you that. Things are great! My mom’s staying for a few more weeks but other than that it’s just me and the baby. I went on a date on Saturday. Her name is Caroline, she’s incredible and I hope to go on a date with her again. I had some sort of fancy mocktail, it was delicious and an expensive steak dinner. All in all life is so great right now! My baby is incredible, we had a prenup (the divorce attorney in me made us) so the divorce should be finalized by January at the latest. I’m really happy! How are you?

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        1. WOW! It sounds like life is going great, Grace, and I am so happy to hear this. Glad to hear that baby is well and making mama happy. And…how yummy! A date with a woman and a fancy steak dinner to boot. Life is good! All is well here. I am getting the second vaccine tomorrow, so I may be offline for a few days if it makes me ill. Other than that, nothing to complain about. Daddy gave me a good hard spanking a few days ago with his special strap… made my lady bits tingle 🙂

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  3. Oh wow. That was hot. I love the creeping feeling of misbehaviour, deception, and discipline. I can remember sweet moments in real life past that had deception and spankings. Ahh, the triggers. Great story.

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  4. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmm. My favoritist part, “I am going to hold you to that, young lady. And tonight, you will be writing John a letter and communicating to him what took place today. I am guessing he will not be pleased with you.”

    This is such a wonderful story.

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  5. Ha, you know we all love it! Not so predictable though, you do change the time frames and situations, so each story is fresh and different each time. Excellent characters, and as always, utterly believable scenario. Especially for that time period!
    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this my gorgeous sexy friend! 💖💖💖

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