Family Tradition Ch. 02

"You skipped out to go to that party I specifically told you you were forbidden to go to." He growled, "Isn't that right, young lady?"

It was, she nodded.

"And right after your spanking too. I thought we had discussed this then but I guess I was too soft on you." He was sad now, frustrated at his little girl for letting him down. "I'd best make sure you mind me from now on. No more disobeying your father to go get drunk with the town hoodlums. I'm going to raise you right if I have to whip your butt until the last Sunday!" His voice was raised now, almost bellowing and she stood in the doorway, shaking weakly.

"Travis!" He yelled. "Get in here, son."

Her brother in law appeared at the bottom of the steps, unaware of the situation before him.

"Your little sister Amanda has taken it upon herself to directly disobey her father despite getting a good bottom warming just last night. I think it would do her well if you show her how you take care of her older sister when she goes against you. She needs the hand of a man that won't give her any leeway. She needs to cry and feel shamed for what she's done." He looked proudly at his son in law. "I think you're just the man to provide that."

The man must think a lot of him if he chooses him for such an act, thought Travis. Spanking was a tradition in this house and putting him in charge of spanking his youngest daughter said a lot for how the older man regarded him. Knowing he must live up to the task, he looked at Amanda. "You heard your father. Come with me. You know you asked for this."

Mortified that Travis not only knew of her spanking, but would be giving her her next one, she followed meekly. The young girl took his hand and followed him to the bottom of the stairs.

"The woodshed," offered her father.

"Daddy!"

"No backtalk, now girl. From the way you disobeyed me it couldn't be anything less." He spoke to Travis now. "I punish them in the woodshed out back when they've really got it coming. You'll find everything you need in there; leathers, a nice paddle and several good spots to keep her bent over." He looked sadly at his daughter. "It has everything a man needs to spank a naughty girl properly."

She promised herself she wouldn't cry, at least before her punishment began but she felt her strength fading. Travis had to stop several times to allow her to regain her balance. She wished she had stayed home last night. A woodshed whipping was too much for her. It had been years since her last and she hadn't forgotten how much it hurt. Her backside felt scalded and she had trouble sitting for a week. All her friends teased her at school when she had trouble sitting at her desk. Even the teacher had given her a "just like a bad girl- serves her right" look.

Travis was familiar with the woodshed. He'd been here often to store farm equipment and hay bales. It was the perfect place to do some woodworking. He'd even repaired the birdhouse here. It was a large area, almost as big as the barn and had the fresh scent of sawdust and old leather. As far as he knew, no girl had ever been brought out here since he had known the family.

Amanda stood silently behind him as if hoped he would forget about her. He took her hand and directed her to a sturdy wooden railing about waist high. She was familiar with the spot and bent over without a word. She had a short skirt that rose to mid thigh when she bent. Travis lifted it and folded it along her back. There he saw she wore black panties bikini panties, something he knew her father wouldn't approve of. Knowing he would have to bare her, he tugged them down to her knees before he began. Her bottom showed the slowly fading spots of her earlier spanking. He could still make out a large handprint in the center of the girl's bottom, right on her crack.

There was a strip of worn leather that hung from a nail on the wall. It was the length of his forearm and Travis was sure he knew what it was used for. He ran it through his hands for a moment, noticing the supple feel of the aged leather and how soft it felt. He knew it could bring out fire in a girl's bare butt.

When he turned he saw Amanda shaking noticeably. The well shaped globes of her ass shook almost sexually and her thighs flexed in unison. He felt sympathy for her, this was very difficult for her and she'd made no attempt to put it off.

The feelings she had radiated from her as he placed his hand on the small of her back. She was afraid and a little upset about being in this position. Again she felt like a little girl but couldn't deny that this was uncalled for. She'd pushed her parents too far lately and her daddy had always been the type of man that kept his family in line.

Her ass, despite the telltale redness left by the spanking, was very pleasing to Travis. She was an athletic girl and her round ass was tight and full from exercise. One finger ran down the length of her crevice and he felt her open.

Not wanting to delay her punishment any further, he raised the strap and, in the moment before it fell, he considered how heavy it felt in his hands. It landed then, sending a blaze of pain across her back side and leaving a thick band of redness that crossed her from hip to hip. She yelled out, a loud braying sound. Her body flared but she held fast to the rail, aware that to move from the lash would only incur further punishment.

He paused for a moment, studying the reaction the girl had to the strap, as well as the mark left on her wide buttocks. Lifting his arm again, he drew the lash across his shoulder and slapped it down on her butt twice more, each time causing a loud crack that reverberated through the empty shed. She huffed and screamed out. Snuffling as tears began to flow. Travis didn't see them though he felt them. The strap was a powerful tool and he now knew why Mr. Hayes only reserved it for the most egregious of actions. His heart reached out to the girl. He knew the pain she was in must be terrible and felt sad that he was not even close to being finished.

She was allowed time to catch her breath and he stood behind her, the leather resting over his shoulder as the girl collected her breath, sniffled and cried. Travis couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of her full hips bent over in such a position. He remembered his wife upstairs and promised to take her to bed as soon as he finished his task.

Behind them, Mr. Hayes slipped in quietly. He'd heard the familiar sound of Amanda's cries and knew he should be with her at such a time. He'd never allowed anyone to lay a finger on his youngest girl and, though he trusted the man that took his place, it still hurt him to see her punished so harshly. He admitted that she'd needed it and he couldn't bear to apply such a whipping to her. He was thankful that the younger man could, since he wouldn't do justice to such a punishment. She was getting what she'd deserved now and he'd know Travis would see it through, no matter how much she kicked and cried.

Travis laid a flurry of strokes against the girl's waiting bottom. He watched as the marks grew thicker, pink turning to red and the red turning scarlet. She was crying pitifully now and Travis, happy that he was finished, hung the leather strap on its place on the wall.

Amanda cried, her sobs only broken by quick intakes of breath. It had been years since she felt this way, years since she cried so freely. The last time she had to was the last time her father took her to the woodshed, for swearing at him when they had relatives over.

Travis' hand felt warm and comforting on her marked posterior and she leaned into it, hoping for affection after the severe discipline. Mr. Hayes watched all this with interest and, when his son in law turned and saw the older man behind him, there was a paddle in his hand. With a nod he gave it to him.

The wood felt heavy and the homemade leather binding on the handle felt soft against his palm. The paddle itself was almost as long as the strap and sanded down to a shiny texture.

"Made it myself," said Mr. Hayes. "Carved it out of the tree the girls used to play under as children. One evening there was a thunderstorm. A bolt of lightning hit the oak and killed it. Took me all of two summer days to cut it down and haul it off, stump and all. I kept a bit for carving and firewood. That there is the deepest part of her, right from the center of her trunk."

Travis looked at it and felt as if he should be awed. It was impressive. When he swung it he could feel the weight drawing his arm forward. This could easily change a disobedient girls' attitude with only a few short swats.

"Time to finish the job," said his father in law. "You're almost done, son. Time to put the wood to her."

Travis said nothing but only nodded in agreement. Amanda's cries had eased only slightly and when he placed the flat of the paddle against her ravaged back end, they began anew.

"Please no more," she begged. "Please Travis, my daddy doesn't spank me this hard. No more...please?"

Her words touched him and he considered it for a moment then remembered the older man behind him, urging him on.

"Just stay still, sweetheart," he consoled her. "You need this and your father knows it." He swallowed, scared for the young girl. "I know it hurts but you've been punished this way before and know how to behave. Cry if you need to but stay in position and your paddling will be over soon. Be a good girl."

Paddling?! Just the sound of the word sent a shiver down her spine.

The hand resting on her lower back did nothing to assuage the fear she had. A quick gust of wind the brushed her rump warned her of the paddle's impact that struck a moment later. She cried out as the force of the wood pushed her forward. With only the greatest measure of willpower did she cling to the railing, her fingernails digging into the wood as she held her position.

She heard Travis breathing heavily as well though she failed to believe this was as difficult for him as it was for her. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she braced herself for the next swing. Two more landed and each brought out weak, high pitched wails that surprised even her. Her back end was tenderized, with bolts of sensation running through her delicate skin. She wanted to hang on but knew she couldn't. As the next strokes fell, she hung limply, her body relenting to the power of his paddling.

She became unaware of all but her sobbing. The sound of the paddle striking her soft flesh became background noise and she seemed lost. Tears collected on her upper lips and ran down her chin. Spanking had always made her feel loved and cared for, and she was thankful her family chose to punish her in that way but she always hated it when it came time for it. She felt twelve again, being strapped and paddled for peeking at the boys swimming at the lake. She felt like she was nine, freshly naked from the tub being taken over her father's knee for splashing.

The paddle fell still and, with the help of her father and brother in law, she was made to stand. Though her tears continued to run, her father had her look at her. The warmth in his eyes caused to her break down again and she fell into his waiting arms and sobbed openly on his shoulder. Travis knew his part was done and with a gentle pat on his sister in law's shoulder, he made his exit soundlessly.

With her father's assent, Amanda was allowed to remain in the shed. At first she looked around and breathed deeply. The scent reminded her of childhood and the coziness made her happy. Finding a thick pile of hay, she reclined to a corner and, with her knees pulled to her chest, napped in the solitude of the shed.