For two girls convicted of flogging, the hour of X inexorably approached. In the morning they were taken to the garage and forced to wash the car. Girls, wiping car windows in a darkened garage, listened with fear to every sound. They guessed that an unusually severe punishment awaited them today. In the time allotted for washing, they did not fit. Parents decided to use the car is not intended.

Svetlana was placed on her belly on the hood of Daddy's “Volga”, her hands were pulled with paratroop sling lines to the car door handles, and her legs were tied to a slightly crumpled bumper. In this position, her butt strongly stood up. On top of that, everything was removed from the girls, except for the body crosses. The metal was cold at the beginning, but after a few minutes it warmed up from the Svetkina body and stuck to it unpleasantly. As Svetlana did not try to distract herself, thinking of something else, her thoughts returned to the imminent inevitable punishment, or to those executions that she managed to get in her life. Sveta, turning her head, could see her cousin. She was tied to a garage beam so that she could see her sister’s execution in all details.

Svetlana closed her eyes, wishing that the offensive punishment, which she and her sister were to endure, was left behind. Why did they deserve such a severe punishment? The answer was not too difficult. Already a year as Svetkin dad taught her how to drive a car. But the dashing independent trip in the company of her sister Nina by car without permission led to the saddest consequences: she lost control of the light and crashed into a lamppost, crushed the bumper and broke the headlamp. Despite the fact that the girls had already repented and asked for forgiveness, the parents considered that their offense was sufficient reason to punish a more severe one than a reprimand or even a father's belt.

I must say that on the day of the accident they were not beaten - they just rejoiced that the girls were still alive. The decision to punish was taken at the extended family council the next day.

And now Sveta, naked, was lying on a crucifix on the hood, awaiting punishment, exposing to anyone who entered the garage her ass. As the instigator and driver, her parents appointed a harsher punishment, so Nadia was tied in such a way that the form of the punished sister helped fix the flogging effect for a long time. Nadia, her cousin and companion in misfortune, was fifteen years old: she was small, pretty — she was not at all like an older sister, who was already quite formed as a woman.

How will I smack? - thought Sveta waiting, - how are they going to do this? Regret or not? Her knees were trembling, and in the lower part of the abdomen there was a strange sucking feeling from excitement and uncertainty. memories of how bad things happened during and after punishment usually made waiting more doubly.

Svetlana's home punishments were not always like the one that was coming. Her parents adhered to strict rules and firmly believed in the benefits of harsh upbringing, with the result that Svetlana often found herself on her mother's lap with her skirt up and bare ass. For easy misconduct a girl received a portion of slaps on her knees from mom or dad. Do not give a lot, but you must give on time! - Mom told her, slapping her naked body. Requests and pleas were not taken into account. Punishments for more serious crimes were usually postponed until the end of the Saturday dinner.

Evening punishments on Saturdays were usually carried out by Pope Svetlana. He often invented a variety of poses and, from his own experience, he knew perfectly well how his waiting for punishment worked on his daughter and tried to set things up so that the punishment was stretched over time and made more effective from it.Mom without special ceremony just put her on her knees, and her father then forced her to bend over the chair, then lie down on the bed with her stomach, or even force her to get up, wrapped her shirt over her head and tied it in a knot. In this position, the blows were especially sensitive. Sometimes, putting her on the bed, mom, remembering her own youth, placed a sofa cushion under her ass. For whipping my father used a narrow or wide belt, depending on the seriousness of the crime. Unlike his mother, his father undressed her completely. With the advent of puberty and the appearance of breasts and pubic hair, this has become especially offensive to the young girl.

After the evening whipping, she must put a corner on her knees. Usually this was done in the living room. The "criminal" was put her nose in the corner with her hands on her head, and everyone entering the room could see her crimson, freshly slapped ass. The girl was very ashamed when her aunt and uncle came to visit and saw her naked body in the corner. But Nikolay, the father of Sveta, believed that this strengthened the educational effect of punishment, that Svetlana would not soon wish to shame again.

Fortunately, the punishment in the presence of an uncle was applied relatively rarely - and only for serious offenses. Three years ago, when Svetlana turned twelve, she first met the rods and the “whipping machine”. Sveta has long been asking her father for a sports simulator, she promised to study well and be obedient. Father with the prize bought her it, and as it turned out, in order to get it, Sveta snatched several pages from her diary. The simulator was not taken away from her, but her uncle had carved several parts for the simulator at the factory and even polished them.

But Saturday hour "X" has come. Svetlana was brought by her mother to the simulator. Mom took off her clothes, the girl had to stand naked, with her hands above her head, while her father gave her a lecture about the damage she had done with her lies and how to behave a decent girl. “Well, Svetlana Nikolaevna,” he said, “you have to pay for the pleasure of deceiving parents. Sveta was the first to see soaked in an old trough (in which she was bathed when she was small) long rods. Sveta's father took them out and, passing them through a clenched fist, shook off the water, then waved them, whistling through the air, checking for flexibility. The light turned red as a cancer. Svetlana remembered how ashamed she was, remembered the pulling feeling in the lower abdomen and how her nipples suddenly tightened and stepped out. Sveta liked to look at her breasts in a mirror, noting with pleasure how they are becoming more and more. And now, when she stood naked in front of her father, she wanted them to disappear altogether, but they, on the contrary, increased!

After the end of the lecture, Svetlana had to get acquainted with her new “whipping bench”.

Her father ordered Svetlana to walk up to the bench red with shame and, pressing on her neck, made the girl lie down on a bench trimmed with leather. Svetlana felt the skin on the simulator seat become sticky from her sweat. My father fastened Svetlana's waist with a wide belt and secured her wrists in brand-new brackets. Then the same fate befell the ankles. As a result, Svetlana could not move even a centimeter, and her buttocks turned out to be strongly bulged and arched, opening the crotch and anus to the gaze of her parents.

Svetlana clearly remembered how before the beginning of the spanking her mother began to lubricate her ass with petroleum jelly.

“This petroleum jelly, Svetlana, and you will soon understand, will help you to remember this lesson for a long time,” my mother said.

Lubricate the ass invented Uncle Sergei, brother of Svetka dad. Sharing educational experience with her parents, he said that the belt or the whip after lubrication lay more tightly on the body, causing great suffering, and that the time on the body remains less bruises.

The father waved the rod with a whistle a few more times, admiring how the daughter squeezed his buttocks for fear, then almost gently held the rod several times over her body, from the shoulder blades to the heels, strongly pressing the flat bar to the body.

Then the father said: "Get for a lie!". And raising his rod high above his head, he whistled him down onto a defenseless body. After the first “burning kiss” of papa’s rod, the feeling ...