Small town girls: life in the 1950s (for RussianBunny)

[Renton]

Jordan leaned against the back of his chair, giving Olive room to get as comfortable as she could across his lap. This was a position she'd been in more times that Jordan could think to count. "I know you are, honey," he said as he lifted her skirt. He then slid her undergarments down to her mid-thighs. Bare bottom spankings were a matter of course in this house. Jordan didn't see any harm in baring his own flesh and blood's bottom for necessary discipline, and as a strong man he had no desire to spank her too hard and cause welts or bruises that would go well beyond discipline. He also knew it was no doubt embarrassing for her as her pale cheeks were exposed, but it was all part of the punishment.

Normally, Jordan would have Olive state why she was being spanked at this point, but he felt they'd gone over that already. It wasn't like she was a child who sometimes needed to be reminded beforehand.

"I'm going to begin now," Jordan said, raising his hand and bringing it down with a firm SMACK on Olive's right cheek. He then gave her left cheek an equally hard smack, and began to spank Olive's bare bottom in a hard, alternating pattern, swatting one cheek then the other, as he warmed Olive's bottom in preparation for the spanking to begin in earnest.

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Becky looked down until she felt her mother's hands cupped around her face. She nodded in response to Jennifer's question. "Yes mama," she said, her eyes already wet with tears.

He mom then patted her lap, and she knew the routine well. She climbed over Jennifer's knees and did her best to get comfortable. It wasn't easy, being full grown and over her mom's lap in this position, but she was surprised at how well this position was suited to someone full grown. She grasped the chair's leg with her right hand after she went over, something she always did. For some reason it made her feel a bit more secure during a spanking, and it helped keep her hand busy so she wouldn't feel compelled to reach back in case her butt really started to hurt.

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Olive remained silent as her father bared her for the spanking. It was always embarrassing to be in such a position, no matter how old she was, but she also knew her father would never hurt her—and there was a difference between being disciplined and being hurt.

She gave a small nod of understanding when he spoke, before she let out a loud yelp at the spank. She alwasy forgot about how hard her father's hand was whenever she was good, but she was always quickly reminded of it when she got spanked. However, when his hand continued to come down, not wanting to seem like a crybaby, Olive gripped her hands into fists and tried to keep quiet.

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Jennifer waited calmly for her daughter to get over her knee, before she lifted her skirt up and tugged down her panties. Of course, it was probably embarrassing for any teenaged girl to get a spanking over their mother's knee, but that was the way spankings were: bare-bottom, and over a knee. (Of course, after a certain point with her son, he had grown literally too big for him to be spanked over her knee, and her husband took over with his discipline—but that was besides the point.)

Putting the brush into her spanking hand, Jennifer brought it up without warning and back down across Becky's rear, setting up a steady pattern.

[Renton]

As Jordan spanked Olive, he kept a close eye on the color of her bottom. He figured getting her backside good and red was justified in this instance, and as her cheeks changed from pale to pink, he picked up the pace of the spanking.

His hand came down on Olive's right cheek with a quick, hard SMACK SMACK SMACK. Then he did the same to her left cheek, spanking harder, faster, occasionally changing the number of spanks per cheek but always swatting at least three times before switching. This heightened the sting considerably compared to swatting one cheek then the other.

The goal, and this was always difficult for Jordan, was to spank Olive until she cried, before wrapping it up. He knew Olive was an earnest girl, but also proud. She was prone to trying not to cry, but Jordan felt that it was important for her to have that emotional release, and it was a good signifier that the spanking had done its job. So he continued to gradually increase the intensity of the spanking, as Olive's cheeks turned increasingly red.

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Becky closed her eyes when Jennifer bared her bottom. It was deeply embarrassing, even if she knew it served a purpose beyond embarrassment. At least it was her mother and not her father spanking her, she thought but at 18 it was embarrassing to be bare bottomed across anyone's knee.

The first smack from the hairbrush made Becky yelp. She closed her eyes and did her best to keep from crying. But Becky was a bit of wailer during spankings. Her sister and brother always had more resolve than she did. Her tears tended to come early, the spanking not stopping until she was sobbing. The hairbrush stung terribly against her bare skin, and as Jennifer settled into her rhythm of steady spanks, Becky felt the first silent tears trickling down her cheeks.

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

One thing Olive always hated about getting spanked was that she was always crying by the end of it. She knew there was an emotional release behind it, along with it keeping the lesson instilled in her mind longer, but the act of crying was always painful from the puffiness of her eyes to how sore her face felt afterwards.

And it didn't help that her father was very good at making a spanking painful.

When Olive's bottom was a very dark pink, almost red, she felt tears slip from her eyes and her shoulders were shaking from how hard she was trying to hold them back - which lasted perhaps maybe ten seconds before she started to cry.

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Unlike some parents who spanked their children until they cried (although she had done this technique with her first two children), Jennifer knew better than to do that with Becky, who was prone to crying early on. Some kids, after all, had higher pain tolerances, while Becky's was incredibly low: at least, when it came to getting a spanking.

But that didn't make it any easier to listen to, having to hear her daughter cry while she was spanking her bottom with the hairbrush as it quickly turned pink under the stingy spanks.

[Renton]

Jordan knew that Olive was really feeling this spanking when he saw her start to practically vibrate. He knew she didn't like to cry, but he felt it was a necessary aspect of the punishment, and he continued to lay faster and harder smacks on her bare cheeks until he heard her sobs finally break.

As he customarily did when this happened, he paused the spanking briefly, as if to take stock of the situation. Olive cheeks were bright red now, and he could feel heat coming off them. She was no doubt a very sorry girl, and this had been a sound spanking. He wanted to give her a moment to catch her breath before finishing her spanking.

"All right honey," he said. "Your spanking is almost over. You've taken it well, and I know you will learn your lesson from it," he said, gently patting her cheeks with his right hand to signal the "grand finale" of the punishment. He raised his hand in the air and began to spank her once more, fast and hard, for a solid thirty seconds. Jordan focused on the lower halves of Olive's buttocks, making sure the undercurves of her cheeks ended up as glowing red as the rest of her bottom. After delivering the last few hard spanks, Jordan finally stopped. He patted Olive's back gently, saying only "It's over sweetie," letting her cry herself out and regain her composure before saying anything else.

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Becky's tears were flowing freely very quickly, even more than usual given how guilty she felt coming into this spanking. Her bottom was alight with burning pain, and she didn't make any effort to resist or fight back. She felt she deserved this, and she lay across her mother's lap, gripping the chair leg tightly and lightly kicking with her calves more out of reflex than anything else. Jennifer knew how to work the hairbrush, and she felt like not one inch of her plump cheeks had been spared as the spanking wore on. Soon she was sobbing like a newborn baby, her cheeks wet with tears, muttering an "I'm sorry mama, I'm so sorry" every few spanks, just like she used during spankings as a child. It was at this point that Becky really had lost her resolve, perhaps the point that someone with a higher pain tolerance might finally start to cry. Becky had been crying since the first few swats, but the change was still unmissable for someone who knew Becky's patterns as well as Jennifer.

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Of course, the last minute or so of the spanking was definitely the worst part. Everything was sore, your tears did nothing to aid it, and you knew there was only a little bit left, but it feels like it will never end.

Thankfully, for Olive, it did end though, even if she was certain she would never sit down again. (At least for the next few days.) When her father had brought his hand down for the "finale", she had let out a wail from the pain, and she continued to cry and try to catch her breath when he finished.

It took a while, but she eventually managed to slowly catch her breath, and when she felt she was composed enough (when her sobbing lowered to a more reasonable amount of crying), she said, "D-Daddy, I-I'm so sorrryyyy..."

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Jennifer did know her children quite well. For her son, when he began to cry, it was time to stop. For her older daughter, it was when she finally went limp. For Becky, it was when her crying took on another sort of tone, when it was clear it was time to stop.

And stop Jennifer did, letting the brush fall to the floor, and she carefully righted her daughter's clothing. She knew it might hurt a little, but she also knew it would help heal her pride a little, no longer being bare over her mother's knee. (Of course, being clothed with a very sore bottom over your mother's knee was no better, to be honest.)

"It's all over, sweetie," Jennifer said, rubbing her daughter's back comfortingly. "I forgive you..."

[Renton]

Jordan pulled Olive's panties back into place gently and fixed her skirt. He helped her to her feet and stood up, pulling her into a hug. "And I forgive you, sweetie," he said, kissing Olive's cheek. "I think you've learned some valuable lessons today. Do you agree?" Jordan was a firm disciplinarian, but when the spanking was over his main goal was comforting his sobbing daughter. It gave him no pleasure to see her cry, after all.

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Becky needed a minute or so to compose herself. She scarcely noticed her mother fixing her clothing, but she appreciated it nonetheless, and her bottom was throbbing so intensely right now that the fabric touching her skin made little difference. Finally, she stood up slowly, groaning as she did, her hands shooting to her bottom. Finally she bent down and gave Jennifer a hug. Sometimes Becky could be grumpy after a spanking, if she felt it wasn't deserved. In cases like this, where she really did feel guilty, she was very clingy and in need of comfort. "I'm so sorry, mama," she said, burying her face in Jennifer's shoulder. "I made a fool out of myself, in front of everyone." While her bottom was still burning, Becky felt the weight of guilt in her chest was gone. A good long sobbing session would do that, especially if it was brought about by a thorough spanking. Becky would never admit it, but she knew that spankings were useful to her in this regard. She wasn't... glad that her mom still spanked her, but she felt that they did help alleviate her guilt and help her move on from a mistake. Gently and gingerly sitting down on the side of her bed, she leaned against Jennifer's shoulder and wrapper her arms around her mother, saying nothing, just letting herself be comforted.

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Olive, very grateful that the spanking was done once and for all, practically squeezed onto her father as she cried against his shoulder. She nodded a little at his question, but for the most part, she merely soaked up his comfort (which helped quite a good deal) as she continued to cry out the pain in her rear and what remained of her guilt, and she knew she would be safe and her father wouldn't rush her until she was ready.

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Jennifer was glad when her daughter decided, instead of being angry, to hug her - and she happily returned the hug back. Carefully adjusting herself, so she could properly hug the teenage girl, she held Becky close as the girl buried her face into Jennifer's shoulder, and Jennifer rocked back and forth a little. It was comforting for the both of them, to be this close to each other after a spanking.

She kissed her daughter's head. "I'm sorry I had to spank you, darling, but I'm glad you've learned your lesson, and I know you won't be doing this again." She was thinking to herself, of what to tell the maid to make for their meals tomorrow - Becky's favorite things. Yes, it would be spoiling her a bit, but she'd been properly punished, and every mother had a right to spoil her daughter, right?

[Renton]

Jordan gently rubbed Olive between the shoulders, letting her get her tears out. It took a good long time, but he had no desire or need to rush her. She'd been properly punished, and she needed to be nurtured and cared for now.

When Olive was finally composed, Jordan let her go. "Honey, I want you to go up to your room and contemplate what's happened today, until it's time for supper, all right?" he said, kissing her forehead. This wasn't an addition to the punishment. Jordan saw it as a chance for Olive to clear her head. He also wanted to have a chat with Jennifer, whom he presumed was finishing up a similar punishment with her own daughter right about now. He wasn't really considering forbidding Olive from being friends with Becky, but given that their daughters had been involved in this incident, he wanted to get their takes, and to call the mother of the girl whom Olive had punched as well.

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Becky nodded when her mother said she had no doubt she'd learned her lesson. "That's for sure," she said with a slight smile, some her usual demeanor starting to return. She finally let Jennifer go and stood up, groaning as she rubbed her throbbing bottom. "I think I'm gonna take a bubble bath," she said, thinking of her favorite de-stresser. When she'd had a bad day she would take a long bubble bath and then relax in bed with a pile of magazines. She felt she could use that right now. She headed for her closet to pull out a towel. "Mama, please don't think poorly of Olive for this," she said. "She really was only trying to help me."

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Rubbing at her eyes as she stood, Olive nodded as her father told her to go to her room, although it sounded more like a request. It was very typical of her punishments with her father: the spanking, then the cuddling, then time for both of them to reflect (usually more on Olive's part), before they went back to the way everything normally was.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, giving him a small, final hug, before she headed upstairs. Once she got to her room, she laid down on the bed, on her stomach, hoping to herself that her father wouldn't forbid her from seeing Becky again. She was her only friend! And she didn't want this ruining what could be a wonderful friendship.

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Standing from the bed as well, Jennifer listened quietly as her daughter spoke. She let out a small smile, then she said, "Honey, from what you've told me today and yesterday about Olive Driver, it's clear to me that she is a good person for you to be around, although probably a little misguided on occasion like most teenagers." After all, as today showed, Becky was occasionally misguided as well, and that didn't make her daughter a bad person.

"You enjoy your shower, honey, and come down for dinner when I call, alright?" And she gave her daughter's head a kiss before she headed downstairs to the kitchen.