I first experienced the spanking fetish with an enemate who asked for a spanking after a series of warm enemas given to her in her interestingly historical Creole shotgun house in the French Quarter in New Orleans.
She went on to explain how she and her siblings grew up receiving bare bottom switching from her stepfather.
As a child, she had to go into their yard, cut a switch for her spanking and return inside where she would present the switch to her stepfather who would decide if the size of the switch was adequate for the punishment he was going to give her.
If the switch was adequate, he would take her into his bedroom and call her mother who would sit smoking a cigarette and watch as he ordered the child to lift her play dress above her waist and drop her panties to her ankles.
Her stepfather would precede to switch her bare bottom and the back of her legs until he was satisfied that she was adequately punished.
This was the fate of each child through high school and until they left home.
When my enemate was about 14, she walked into her parents’ bedroom one afternoon and encountered her stepfather spanking her mother who was fully nude.
Her stepfather saw her reflection in a mirror and called her into the room telling her that it was time she learned that adults also received spankings but for entirely different reasons.
She said she stepped inside their bedroom and stood with her back glued to a wall while she watched her stepfather spank her mother’s shapely bottom.
She hadn’t ever seen her mother naked except when she and her mother bathed together when she was younger.
For the first time, she realized that her mother had a beautifully proportioned body with ample breasts, a small waist and shapely hips that flared round and large.
In those days, the 1950s in the South, most houses didn’t have air conditioning and she could see the sweat rolling down her mother’s back and down her legs as her stepfather slapped her mother’s bottom.
Her mother was gripping the back of her dressing table chair, bent slightly forward which offered her butt cheeks at a prominent angle for her spanking.
After more spanking and a brighter red than she could remember receiving, her stepfather considered the spanking over as he held the woman my her waist and turned her from side to side inspecting his handy work.
Then he ordered her mother to stand facing the corner still fully nude. With her mother in place he called my enemate from the wall, told her to strip naked and lie over his lap.
His instructions immediately filled her with fear and she shook as she immediately began undressing as she was too afraid not to.
Because she was going through puberty, she was very embarrassed to be standing completely naked as he eyed her breast buds and the tuft of dark pubic hair that was starting to establish itself at her vulva.
He reached his hand out to the naked girl as she moved toward him. He held her by her arms and moved her from side to side as he inspected her as he had her mother just moments before. He smiled wickedly and pinched each breast bud and pulled at her tuft of curled pubic hair. Now her face was as red as her little butt was going to be.
Then he spoke, “Mother, turn around and look at your daughter, she’s becoming a full blown woman.” Her mother turned from her corner and looked at her daughter’s growing body as her husband turned the girl toward her gaze.
Her mother, nodding in agreement, said, “Yes. She’s going to be a beautiful woman.” Then she asked her husband if he was going to spank the child.
Nodding positively he said, “I am. She needs to learn to enjoy her spankings as we do. She’s seen how you take your spanking without crying out and without tears.”
Her mother responded by saying, “I want to watch but let me get a cigarette first.” At that moment, something shifted in the girl’s mind. My enemate realized at her young age that her mother and stepfather considered spanking a form of entertainment to be enjoyed and a reason grown people got naked together.
The stepfather nodded agreement that her mother could like up a smoke as he pushed my enemate aside, stood and started stripping off his clothes.
My enemate had caught glimpses of her stepfather nude going to and from his bath on occasion as she had her mother who never worried about hiding her nudity from her children.
What caught her off guard was her stepfather’s half erect penis that seemed huge to her childish understanding of male parts.
She had seen the tiny penises of boys in the neighborhood when they would hide together and look inside each other’s underwear. She had never encountered a grown male’s erection.
Puffing on her cigarette, her mother turned and watched as her husband took my friend over his naked lap with his now growing erection poking her stomach.
With my friend lying helplessly, her stepfather spread her tiny cheeks and inspected her pink anus before he spoke, telling her not cry.
Then he raised his large calloused hand slapped her bottom with a hard stroke that smacked so loudly that her whole little body jerked from the sound and the pain.
Afraid to make a sound, she endured another dozen hard smacks until her stepfather stopped the spanking and spread her cheeks again. This time he searched her labia and told her mother, “It’s happening. I can see her wetness.”
That’s what helped my enemate not to cry for the first time when spanked. Something was happening between her legs, a tingling feeling that transferred from her bottom to her little virgin pussy.
Her mother asked her, “Do you feel anything between your legs, honey?”
Now standing as her stepfather patted and pinched her blood red cheeks, she shyly nodded her head without looking in her mother’s face.
“Don’t be shy honey,” her mother said. “You are becoming a woman with grown woman feelings. You will appreciate this lesson as you mature.
“Now you can watch as I paddle your stepfather’s butt with my hair brush.”
My enemate’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open with her mother’s words ringing in her ears. She asked her mother if she could dress. Her mother told her no that these kind of spankings are best enjoyed if everyone was naked.
She nodded as if she understood but understanding would present itself momentarily.
She watched as her mother moved to her dresser, retrieved her long-handled wooden hair brush with its flat wooden back that she would apply to her stepfather’s butt.
Her stepfather had reached for his fully erect penis now pointing toward the ceiling and pulled on it back a forth as he watched his wife handling the paddle and moving toward her dressing table chair that she would bend her husband over for his harsh paddling.
With her stepfather bent fully over the back of the chair, her nude mother held her hair brush aligned with her husband’s bottom cheeks momentarily before drawing back and swinging the implement squarely against his slender hips.
He didn’t make a sound but the force of the lick rocked him forward. Settling back into place, her mother rocked her husband 20 more times with strokes delivered with all her mother’s might.
Her stepfather took the beating silently but my enemate noticed his extremely hard penis jumping as he stood bent over and gulping for breath. Then she noticed a white substance dripping down the length of his hardness.
His hips were starting to thrust back and forth as her mother ordered him to stand. He stood, grabbed his red and bruised hips as he turned around to her mother with his hips still bucking.
As he did, her mother took hold of his hardon and began stroking it. In less than a minute the milky white fluid shot into her mother’s face and her stepfather made his first sounds as he grunted a full squirting orgasm.
My enemate was in shock at what she was seeing and went into deeper shock when she saw her mother licking the ejaculation from her lips and raking it off her face and into her mouth.
Weak in the legs my friend was shaking when she felt a throbbing in her undisturbed young vagina and a fluid dripping from within.
Thinking she had peed herself with the throbbing that was subsiding, she looked between her legs apologizing for peeing on the floor, her mother smiled and told my friend that she hadn’t peed but had an unassisted orgasm.
Now my enemate looked at her mother’s red flushed face confused at what she had been told. Then she looked at the floor where her mother was standing and saw a puddle of fluid that had flowed from her mother’s thickly haired vagina.
Her mother sensed her daughter’s confusion and reached for her daughter to come into her arms for a mother’s loving hug.
As her mother hugged her quietly telling her she would explain what her body had experienced. She held her mother tightly as she watched her stepfather stroking his cock and milking the rest of the fluid from the head of now softening dick.
Releasing her daughter from her hug, her mother told her to go sit on the big king sized bed while she and her stepfather finish.
My enemate moved to the bed while still feeling sensations in her pussy but no pain in her still red butt.
She was as her mother retrieved two objects from her dresser drawer that resembled glass mushrooms. Her mother smeared some clear gel on the larger one as my friend’s stepfather bent forward and spread his hips.
Her mother used her left hand to spread his butt more until my friend could see her father’s hairy anus.
Positioning the mushroom with his anus she watched as her mother pushed and twisted what she would learn was a butt plug deep into his asshole until all but the base disappeared into his private place.
Then her stepfather stood, smiled a satisfied smile, hugged her mother before reaching for the other mushroom which her smeared with the clear gel before her mother bent forward, opened her butt cheeks and raised herself in position to accept her plug deep in her asshole.
My enemate, while recalling these things to, was obviously fluster by her story and reached her hand to rub her clit and labia.
More to come