The next morning I got up and immediately went to the mirror to check out my butt. Miraculously it was not bruised nearly as bad as I expected. All the redness had gone and there were only a few bruises from his fingers in the crack of my butt and on my inner thighs so close to my vagina lips I was amazed they weren't hit.

As I felt my butt I felt some excitement and began to wonder if I had exaggerated the amount of pain the spanking had caused. I began to think it had not been so bad and in some ways was better than being grounded because it was over quickly and there was no doubt my debt had been paid.

It had been very humiliating for his hand to be hitting my naked butt cheeks though and I dreaded facing him to remind me that I had been spanked like a little kid although as far as I was concerned now that I had boobs I was grownup.

I dressed in my school clothes, a blouse, pleated mini-skirt bra and since there were bruises in my butt crack that thong panties might irritate I wore my regular panties which covered my whole bottom.

I went downstairs hoping he had already left for work but he was sitting at the kitchen table watching Mom cook breakfast. I felt embarrassment for her since she was only wearing a sheer negligee that actually enhanced her nudity.

When I saw him I said, "Oh I thought you had left for work?"

"No it is a light day so I decided to take the day off to work on the remodel of the basement. How are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess. I still feel embarrassed to have been spanked like a little kid. I am grown now."

"Well. from now on you will be getting more grown-up punishments. Come here I want to check your butt to see if you need salve."

God he wanted to bare my butt again! I blushed and pleaded "Mom. Do I have to? I am okay."

She was no help. "It is for your own good Allene. If you have bruises the salve will help."

He grinned and said, "Turn around and back up between my legs."

I did blushing until I felt his knees brushing against the outside of my legs then he said. "Okay. Pull your skirt up to your waist."

I looked at Mom beseechingly but she just nodded.

I reached down to get the hem and slowly pulled it up unintentionally teasing him. Finally it was bunched around my waist and I stood there blushing in embarrassment waiting to see what would happen next.

He said, "Why are you wearing these? What happened to the collection of thong panties I bought for you?"

I shuddered hoping that was not grounds for another spanking and explained, "I have some bruises in the crack. I thought the thong may irritate them."

"I can understand that. Now let's see the bruises."

He slowly pulled down my panties letting me feel the waistband sliding over the round cheeks. It felt nice which just increased my embarrassment.

He began caressing my bottom and spread the cheeks to run over the bruises with his finger then slid his hands down to rub the bruises on my inner thighs oh so close to my vagina. It began to excite me in spite of my embarrassment.

He said, "I think a little salve will help fade the bruises. I have some here."

He opened a jar on the table and began caressing salve on the bruises but now the tips of his fingers were pressing and rubbing on my puckered anus I gasped as in spite of myself I began to get the same excitement I had from masturbation. It increased a lot when he moved to my inner thighs and his highest finger rubbed back and forth on the lips of my vagina My body began to tremble as excitement rose until he stopped to say, "You are very sensual aren't you Allene?

I was embarrassed he knew he was exciting me and could only mumble, "I guess so. That feels good."

"I know so. Your vagina is wetting my fingers. Now go on up and put on some thong panties."

By then my panties had fallen to the floor so I just stepped out of them to rush upstairs. I was so incredibly turned on I just flopped on my bed to caress my clit to go on to orgasm. After that I had to rest a moment enjoying the after glow then put on the sheerest thong panties I had happy that I had shaved off the rest of my pubic hair so the vee could fit snugly against the now smooth and silky lips.

I went downstairs and without being asked raised my skirt to turn slowly in front of him enjoying the excited look on his face.

He said, "What took you so long? You have missed the school bus. I will have to drive you to school."

I panicked sure that meant another spanking but he went on to say, "No problem. I have to go to the hardware store anyway."

We got into his Lincoln and when we werre out of the driveway he said, "Since you are so sensual I think you will enjoy the feel of the leather seat. Pull up your skirt so you can put your bare butt on it."

He was right! The soft warm leather felt almost like I was sitting on a naked person. I couldn't resist squirming a little to increase the feel.

He grinned at me and said, "I knew you would love the feel of leather. >From now on your punishments will be done with leather but it will not feel like that."

"Oh I won't need to be punished again. I'll be good. I promise."

"I know you will try to be good but you are young and will no doubt eventually make a mistake."

There was no sense arguing that point and remained silent. Actually at that point I did not really fear another handspanking but phase two was supposed to be much worse.

I asked, "Do we have to go to phase two if I make a mistake. If it is just a little mistake can't I just get another hand spanking?

"No. the reason for the phases is that you were not impressed enough by the first spanking if you screw up again. The phases will make it worse until you finally learn to be good."

I had trouble trying to concentrate in school all day and was often yelled at by teachers to pay attention but all I could think of was my spanking and guessing what phase two may be like.

When I got home Mom was planting pansies in a flower bed. She was just wearing tiny shorts and a halter and I had to admire her figure. Her tiny waist seemed to make her boobs and butt seem larger and rounder than they were.

"God Mom. You look great! I hope I can look that good at your age."

"Jesus Allene, I am only twenty eight but don't worry. You have good genes. My Mom looked good in a bikini when she was fifty."

That surprised me. I didn't even know they had bikinis in the old days but I was glad I didn't have to worry so much about getting flabby like some of my girl friends Moms.

I said hesitantally, "Mom. You have been to phase two. How bad is it?"

"Really bad! The handspanking was nothing compared to it. The strap on bare skin is much worse than a hand and also the sting and burn lasts a long time afterward. Please be good. Don told me that anytime you need to be punished I will too and I don't want phase two again."

"I'll be good. The handspanking was more than I want again. Where is Don?"

"He is in the basement working. Don't bother him he said he didn't want to be disturbed."

"Oh I won't. I want to stay away from him. He stares at me and makes me nervous."

"That is just because he thinks you are pretty. You should be flattered. I even get compliments because you are so lovely."

"Maybe. But it still makes me nervous."

That wasn't completely true. It did make me feel nervous and embarrassed when he stared at me in my bikini but I also loved the compliments and it was kind of fun to see a lump rise in his pants when we did aerobics.

She looked at her watch and said, "Oh God. I have to change and start dinner. Oh yes. I almost forgot. He bought you a present. It is a cute nightie. Why don't you change into it for dinner?"

I went upstairs and saw it lying on the bed. It was a baby doll nightie which I guess he thought was appropiate for a young girl but It was not like any I had seen. The ones at walmart had Disney chacters on it and was made of cotton. This thing was made of a white material that was so transparent I might as well have worn plastic wrap. The thong panties were of the same material and when I put them on you could see the lips of my pussy move when I walked. Even the second layer of the top didn't help much and my pink nipples showed easily. I thought about wearing a bra under it but I knew that would go over like a turd in the punch bowl so I resigned myself to the fact I would be nearly naked. At least I would have company since Mom would no doubt be in her negligee which was made of the same stuff.

It seemed like very week he was dressing me in less. I wondered when all pretense would be gone and I would have to be with him stark naked. I blushed at the thought then went downstairs hoping to be seated and hidden before he came back up from the basement.

It didn't work. When he came up from the basement he grinned and said, "Oh there are my girls. Stand up Allene so I can see if the nightie fits alright.

I stood up blushing then he came over to me to turn me around. He said, My God you seem to be growing everyday." He put his hands on my breasts and acted like he was smoothing the material as he said, My you are growing! This is a little tight. I will have to remember to go up one size."

I looked at Mom hoping she would tell him to stop because the material under his hands was rubbing my nipples and making them stiff to add to my embarrassment but she just smiled and said, "Yes. Soon she will be as big as me."

He let go of me and I quickly sat down to hide again and avoid seeing his staring eyes. He must have noticed my distress because he chuckled and said, "Allene is still bashful but she will get over that."

I didn't want to get over it. All through dinner his eyes roved back and forth from Mom to me. At one point he said, "God I am a lucky guy to have such pretty girls to take care of me."

I thought. For sure! I didn't know any guy who could make two girls dress any way they wanted.

After dinner he said, "The basement is finished. Follow me. I know you will be interested."

I didn't even know there was a basement and I would never have found it. He went to the panelled wall in the study and pushed, The panel went in then popped out to let his hand in to pull it open to reveal stairs.

We followed him down to a dimly lit large room. It had some strange furniture and it was scary to see ropes with leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling.

He said, "I think I have arranged the room nicely in the order of the phases. This is the spanking bench which I have kindly padded and covered with leather and this is the instrument for phase two. The tawse."

He held up a wide piece of leather that had been split into three thongs about two feet long. I shuddered thinking the comfortable bench would be little help.

He went on to say, "I noticed Alma had trouble remaining still for the tawse so as you can see I have installed wrist and ankle cuffs to keep you in position."

I looked down at the cuffs and saw they would be holding my legs apart to add the embarrassment of exposing my sex from the rear. I shuddered at the thought of that tawse so close to the lips of my pussy.

He hung the tawse back on it's hook and said, "This is for phase three."

He picked a thin whippy bamboo cane from the wall and swung it back and forth to make a whirring sound. I swear my butt stung just from the thought of it hitting me.

Then he pointed out a couple of 4x4 posts set in the floor with a crosspiece made out of a lathe turned post I recognized from the hardware store as a bannister post. It was turned to make hills and valleys.

He said, "I have found it best to have the buttocks and thighs tight for the cane so this will make you bend over at an acute angle. Lean over it Allene so I can make sure the height is right. I won't bind you but put your ankles and wrists close to the cuffs."

I shuddered and said quaveringly, "You won't hit me will you? I have been good."

"No of course not. I just want to check the height. Do it!"

I bent over it trapping my nightie top between my hips and the crosspiece. I was bent over so far my fingers touched my toes and I felt a strain at my thighs.

He came over to me and said, "Of course this will have to be out of the way."

He reached around me to pinch the top at my tummy and drag it from where it was trapped between my body and the crosspiece then dropped it. Nayurally gravity took over and it slid down to my head baring my breasts completely. While I blushed at this exposure he grabbed the sides of my hips to lift me slightly and push me forward. One of the hills slipped over my pubic bone to slide into the top of my slit and over my clitoris. I gasped and noted the slightest movement made the hill rub on my clit. It made me almost instantly wet and I was glad when he pulled me back up to say, "Now we will look at phase four and five."

He picked up a whip! It was made of four leather thongs coming out of a handle dangling ominously about three feet long. He handed it to me and said, "Feel it. I have soaked it in olive oil to make it soft so it won't cut your lovely skin."

I took it nervously and felt the thongs. True it was soft but the oil had made it heavy and I groaned thinking of the way it could bruise me.

He said, "Come over here Alma so I can show you how you will be bound."

Mom trembled and whispered. "Oh God." but went to him where he pulled her legs open to buckle cuffs around her ankles then her wrists. He went over to the wall and began turning a crank on a winch. The ropes to her wrists began pulling up her arms as they ran over pulleys in the ceiling about four feet apart.

Her arms rose slowly until they were tight and she moaned, "Enough. Enough! I can feel my vertabrae separating!"

He came around to her front and looked at her approvingly. She looked fantastic! The thin material of her negligee did not hide the fact that her breasts had risen to eliminate the little crease normally under them and her tummy had sunk in so far her ribs were showing. He began caressing her tummy and breasts then said, "Come over here Allene and feel how firm this makes her body."

I went over to her to feel her tummy which was tighter than she could have ever made it be just by sucking it in. She moaned and blushed obviously embarrassed her daughter was touching her.

He let her hang there as he explained. "On phase four you will be whipped on your back from your shoulders to your midd- thighs but in phase five you will be whipped both on front and back. Don't worry. I won't hit your delicate breasts and genital area hard enough to cause damage. Just enough to sting, burn and bring you to a dark red."

That was little consolation and I moaned fearfully, "Oh God! I will never do anything to bring me to phase five."

He smiled evilly and said, "Good because that could lead to Phase six. He pointed out a huge barrel he must have bought from a winery and said, "For this you will be bound face up and your breasts, stomach, and vaginal area will be stung with this little instrument I found at a sporting goods store. He picked up what looked like the smallest end section of a fishing rod. I realized the little line guide at the end could be directed to hit the most sensitive places of my nipples and clit. The thought was terrifying and I could only Moan, "Oh No!"

He began taking Mom down and she sighed at the release of the pressure on her joints as I looked around to see something else weird. It looked like the roof of a big dog house or something including the composition shingles with large granules of sand.

I had visions of being put inside it to reduce me to the status of a dog but when I asked him what it was for it turned out to be much worse.

He explained, "That is for detention while awaiting your turn for punishment. You will straddle it and I think you will find the sharp granular surface will be very uncomfortable."

That had to be the under statement of the year. Just the thought of that thing digging in to my delicate pussy and scraping my tender inner thighs made me let out a sob.

When she was loose we went back upstairs to my complete relief. Now that I had seen that awful place I knew I had to be good.

I was very good. I worked hard at my aerobics and found I was getting used to being so naked around him. I worked hard at school and did my chores with no argument.

That didn't mean Mom escaped. One evening after dinner he had her come over to him and put his hands on her butt to say, "My. Your bottom is cold. Should I warm it up for you?"

To my surprise she blushed and said, "I guess you should."

Without being told she pulled off the negligee to leave her naked except for the tiny thong panties and laid over his lap.

He began spanking her butt cheeks hard enough to turn them red while she gasped and moaned.

It seemed so unfair. She had done nothing wrong! I felt embarrassed for her and didn't want to be next so I went to my room still hearing the sharp "Slaps."

I couldn't understand how she could do that with no protest at all. I had AOL on my computer. I clicked on it. As usual the access number was busy so I used the 800 number. 800 numbers are free right?

Just out of curiosity I put "Spank" in search. I was amazed to see hundreds of sites show up. I I/M'd a boy I had met in a chat room and told him what I found. He said those were all spam sites that charged money and to go to Newsgroups to check out the Alt. sites which were free. I went there and found alt sex spanking. He had told me to ignore the spam and I scrolled down to find discussions and stories. I read gobs of them totally amazed that so many people were turned on by spanking or being spanked.

I turned it off finally and began to think about my spanking. I remembered that it hurt but mostly I remembered how turned on I got from the salve afterward. I began to understand why Mom had not protested.

The next morning he had left early for work so I had a chance to talk to Mom. I noticed she was still bashful because after he had left she had put on a regular house dress that hid her completely.

I said, "How could you let him spank you for no reason. Are you nuts?"

She blushed and said, "Oh that wasn't a punishment spanking. He can give easy spankings that are just exciting. I only fear the punishment things that really hurt."

It still sounds a little crazy to me. I was surprised he didn't take you to phase 2."

"Actually if I screw up again I will go to phase three which really frightens me. At least if you screw up I will be able to stay at phase 2 which is bearable. You will continue to be good won't you?"

"For sure. Phase two doesn't seem bearable to me."

I really tried to be good. I couldn't think of anything I did wrong. I had joined almost all the extra-curricular things at school to have an excuse to stay late to avoid him and thankfully he thought that was a good idea to prepare me for college.One night I was relieved when I got home from shool and he was in his office paying bills. That meant I had even more time to avoid putting on the skimpy clothes he would decide on for the evening.

Suddenly he came boiling out of his office yelling, "Allene! What have you done? The AOL bill is $200.00 it should only be $19.95. Have you been going to pay sites or using the 800 number."

I was scared to death. He was so mad his face was red. I shrank back and mumbled "I used the 800 number but it is free isn't it?"

"No, you idiot! That number costs six cents a minute. Alma damnit I told you to show her how to use AOL to do research for her school projects."

Mom cringed and said, "I'm sorry but she said she was getting along fine on her own."

"That is no excuse.You should have told her to avoid pay sites and the 800 number. You are lucky that I agreed to let you take the same punishment as her for her mistakes. Now get your asses down to the basement."

Mom and I began crying just at the thought of what was coming but followed him meekly to the basement.

When we got there shaking with fear he looked at me still in my school clothes and said, "You knew I was home. Why aren't you in your nightie. As extra punishment you will be punished naked. Take off everything. Even your shoes and socks."

That really made me blush. I mean the nightie didn't hide much but it was something. I began to sniffle but started undressing. Unfortunately I had worn a sheer blouse so I had put on a slip which meant the undressing would last longer. I hated the stares as my clothes came off one by one giving him the satisfaction of seeing a strip tease like I had seen on TV.

Finally I was naked and staring at the floor in shame. He said, "Alma. You too."

She let out a little sob and took off her negligee and panties then we stood in front of him to see his gloating face.

"Okay get over the spanking bench."

We laid over it side by side As he buckled on the cuffs I became even more frightened knowing there was no escape.

Finally we were fastened and he had grabbed our hips to get our butts just where he wanted them and I watched fearfully as he went for the tawse and brought it back.

I heard a "Whir" then there was a terrible sting and burn across the roundest part of my ass. We both screamed in pain. I thought his hand had been bad but it was nothing compared to this. He kept bringing it down over and over as we screamed and struggled against our bonds until he had covered every inch of us from the top of our butts to mid thigh. We finally became so exhausted we could only gasp at the final one that hurt terribly just where the thighs turned into butt.

He unbuckled us and carried Mom upstairs. I was so weak I just laid there feeling the burn for a while then went upstairs to get into the cool shower leaving the plug in to fill the tub.

I laid in the tub for a long time on my tummy but eventually the stings and burns went away so I could go to bed. It seemed so unfair but then I remembered a little notice had come up everytime I had used the 800 number but the print was so little I had ignored it and just clicked okay to make it go away.

Now that I was out of the tub my ass began hurting again.I remembered the salve that had helped after my spanking and went downstairs stark naked to get it. I heard them in their bedroom. Mom was making squealing noises but they didn't seem to be being caused by pain.

I stood in front of my three way mirror to put the salve on. My whole butt and thighs were a maroon color I knew would turn into bruises.

The next morning he yelled up to me saying, "You and Alma need some rest so I called the school to say you were ill."

God I was grateful for that. I was sure I wouldn't be able to sit in those hard chairs all day because my butt was throbbing.

We stayed in bed until nearly noon. Mom was making coffee when I came down and we drank it standing up. We compared bruises and I found I had actually been lucky to be close to him because she had caught the ends which had whipped around to get the sides of her thighs as well.

I said, "Oh God Mom. I don't think I could stand phase three."

"I don't want it either honey. For God's sake be good. There is some satisfaction though in knowing you have been forgiven isn't there."

"I guess so and at least it was all over pretty fast. I guess it was better than being grounded forever or have to pay back the money by doing some shitty chores."

Yes and he is proud of us for being so brave and not fighting him. He is going to pick up some gifts for us."

"Well, I said, No gift would make up for phase three.

Ah come on guys. You surely don't want this poor little girl to have to suffer through pahse three. loveya allene