Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 1:
Brittany's Spanking

‘That’s odd.’ I thought as I hung up the phone again. That was at least the fourth time today I couldn’t get through. It was only about two o’clock Friday afternoon but I wanted to talk with my girlfriend Tricia about our weekend plans. I had been trying since last night to call her. ‘Oh well’ I thought, ‘I’ll just walk over and talk to her in person.’ I wonder if they know their phone is out of order?

Tricia only lived two houses down so the walk there was a short one. Mrs. Bucci answered the door when I knocked.

“Hi, Mrs. Bucci. I was wondering if I could talk with Tricia. I have been trying to call her since last night but your phone seems to be out of order.”

“Sure you can see her, Andrew. But what do you mean our phone is out of order?”

“Well every time I call, it seems like someone answers. I can hear muffled noises in the background for a few moments, then the phone gets hung up.”

Mrs. Bucci got a funny look on her face and said that she would check on the phone situation. Then she said that she was just about to ask Tricia to walk to the grocery store for a few items for supper that evening and would I be kind enough to walk with her and help her carry the packages back.

I had the feeling that Mrs. Bucci liked me. She also invited me to stay for supper and for a swim in their pool. Of course I accepted.

Tricia and I had been friends since my family moved into the neighborhood three years ago. We were in the same high school and would be starting our junior year in just two weeks. We were both sixteen but neither one of us had our license yet.

Tricia was, in my mind, a classic Mediterranean beauty. She had her dad’s coloring (all 4 of his grandparents were Italian and had immigrated to the US). Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length; her eyes were a deep chocolate brown. She was tall and shapely – her breasts fit nicely in my hand when I had a chance to cup them. Her bottom filled a pair of jeans to perfection, pert, round and strong all at the same time. She was tan from all of her time in the summer sun.

Tricia was a cheerleader. She had been captain of the JV squad last year and was sure to make Varsity this year. However, other than looks, she had none of the stereotypical cheerleader attributes. She genuinely liked helping people and was still in the Girl Scouts. She took an interest in students who weren’t “jocks”. (I was the starting shortstop for the Varsity baseball team last year but didn’t consider myself a “jock”.) In fact we were both what my parents called “good scholars”. We were both taking several honors courses this coming year and were looking forward to being in the same classes together.

Our neighborhood still had a small, locally owned grocery store that hadn’t been taken over by one of the mega-supermarket chains. It provided after school and summer jobs for many of us. The store was only about a half of a mile away. Tricia’s mom didn’t need much, just some hamburger buns and chips and since Tricia and I were enjoying walking and talking together we took our time getting back.

By the time we got back, Mr. Bucci had already started the grill. Tricia’s little sister Brittany, little brother Tom and my kid brother Jimmy were in the pool being looked after by Tricia’s older sister Kate and her boyfriend. Kate was home from college for the summer but it didn’t seem she really spent much time at home and, as it turned out, she and her boyfriend were going out for dinner and a movie just as soon as Tricia and I got back to take over watching the “little ones”. I ran home to get a swim suit and Tricia went to her room to do the same. By the time I got back, Kate and her boyfriend had left and Tricia was in the pool getting splashed by the “little ones” and thoroughly enjoying it.

The “little ones” weren’t really so little. Brittany was twelve, Tom and Jimmy were both nine. The three of them were excellent swimmers having grown up with pools in their backyards but Tricia’s parents were sticklers about pool safety and wanted them watched. Tom and Jimmy had become best friends and did everything together, Tom was a baseball fan and absolutely idolized me – particularly when I played catch with them.

We were only in the pool about fifteen minutes when Mrs. Bucci called to us and said to get dried off and come in for supper. We all quickly dried off and then went into the house to get changed. Jimmy, Tom and I used Tom’s room and we were the last ones to get to the table and sit down.

As the food was being passed around I noticed that Brittany was wearing a pair of lightweight pajamas. I jokingly asked her if she was planning on an early bedtime. She blushed and just stared down at her dinner plate.

“Tell Andrew why you are in your pajamas, Brittany.” Mr. Bucci said. Brittany just continued to stare at her plate but her face got redder.

“Brittany, Andrew was one of the people you hurt. Now tell him what is going to happen.” Mr. Bucci said, somewhat sternly this time.

“I am going to get a spanking after supper. I had to change into my pajamas so I would be ready.” Brittany said, almost in a whisper. She was still blushing but she started to eat her hamburger as though nothing was unusual.

In fact the rest of dinner passed uneventfully. It did seem as though nothing unusual was going to happen. After supper we all pitched in to help clean – all of us except Tom and Jimmy who disappeared somewhere in the vicinity of Tom’s room to play.

When we were about finished, Mrs. Bucci said, “I’ll finish up in here. Andrew, why don’t you and Tricia go out on the back porch and talk? Brittany and her father have something to attend to.”

“Brittany, go wait for me in the den please.” Mr. Bucci said to his daughter as Tricia and I were walking out the back door. I turned back in time to see Brittany shuffling off down the hallway with her head hanging down.

As soon as we got outside, Tricia turned to me and said, “Let’s go watch.” I had no choice in the matter as she grabbed my hand and walked us around the side of the house to the den’s window.

“Daddy never adjusts the blinds. I guess he figures that with the bushes around no one can see in anyway but I saw Brittany sneak into the den earlier and close the blinds. I went in after her and opened the bottom so we could peak in.” Tricia said to my surprise.

I had never seen anyone get spanked before. In fact I had never been spanked. My folks just didn’t believe in it – at least my mom didn’t – my dad told stories of how he was spanked as a kid and that he thought we should get spanked too but he deferred to my mother’s wishes.

Tricia was still holding my hand as we crouched down to peer into the window. The den was one part of the Bucci’s home that I had never been in. It was brightly lit, one wall was completely covered with books, there was a desk and chair, a small sofa and a lounge chair.

Mr. Bucci was sitting on the edge of the sofa, which was directly facing the window. Brittany was standing right in front of him so her back was towards us. She was fidgeting and standing first on one leg and then the other. She had her hands clasped behind her bottom almost protectively. I could tell that Mr. Bucci was saying something to Brittany but couldn’t hear what he was saying, every now and than Brittany was nodding her head.

“What is he saying?” I asked Tricia.

“Oh. Just the usual stuff about behaving and did you know what you did wrong and what you should have done differently. And that he loves you or else he wouldn’t spank you. Watch, it’s going to start soon.”

I looked back inside. Tricia must be right. Brittany had stopped fidgeting and moved her hands to her sides. Mr. Bucci reached up to the waistband of her pajamas and lowered them to her ankles. He said something and Brittany stepped out of them leaving her completely bare from the waist down.

Brittany showed all the signs of becoming a pretty woman when she grew up. She had more of her mother’s coloring than her father’s. Her hair was light brown almost blonde. Her skin, though not fair, was not as dark as Tricia’s. Her legs were tan from the summer sun, which served to call attention to her much lighter, bare bottom. Her bottom was shaped almost like a boy’s although certainly having more of the fullness of a young girl’s.

Mr. Bucci took hold of Brittany and draped her over his left thigh. Her head and chest were on the couch, her legs were between his. Brittany’s bottom was bent and propped slightly up. Mr. Bucci clamped his right leg over the back of her left leg and his left leg over the back of her right. His left arm was across Brittany’s back and he was holding onto her hip.

Mr. Bucci said something to Brittany that I couldn’t hear. Tricia said that he was asking her if she was ready. I don’t know what Brittany answered but I guess Mr. Bucci was ready because the next thing I knew his right hand came down hard right in the center of Brittany’s upturned bottom.

While I couldn’t hear any of the conversation they had, I heard the sound of the smack and Brittany’s yelp of pain. Her right hand shot back and covered her bottom.

“Uh oh, Daddy doesn’t like that.” Tricia said.

Mr. Bucci took Brittany’s wrist in his left hand and pinned it to the small of her back. I thought to myself that not only is her arm pinned, she is completely pinned and helpless. There is no way she can do anything except lie there and take whatever spanking her father decides to give her. I even thought that if I were lying there like that with my legs and arm being held there would be no way I could get loose either.

While I was thinking, Mr. Bucci was spanking. He was swatting different parts of Brittany’s bottom with each spank. First one bottom cheek than the other bottom cheek, right at their roundest part. Then spanks down lower on each cheek, then spanks on the top part of her bottom. Soon he was spanking the very lowest part of her bottom and the very top’s of her thighs. He even spanked the sides of her bottom. There was no particular order or rhythm that I could see; he was just spanking every part of poor Brittany’s bottom.

Brittany certainly wasn’t quiet while this was going on. At first she was yelping each time her father’s hand landed on her bottom. I thought I could hear some pleading going on as well. As the spanking progressed her cries blended together until she was just bawling her eyes out.

Her bottom was undergoing an interesting transformation. Her cheeks were jiggling with each swat and what started as a creamy white in sharp contrast to her tan legs had turned first pink then bright red. Her bottom, although a different color, was now darker than her legs!

After what seemed like a long time to me and what must have seemed like an eternity to Brittany, Mr. Bucci stopped spanking. Brittany just continued to lie there and cry. Mr. Bucci sort of had a grin on his face as he placed his right palm next to her bottom and looked at both – he must have been comparing their colors! Her bottom certainly was colored. The very rounded part of her bottom was the darkest color - sort of a blotchy, dark red. The rest of her bottom faded evenly to deep pink near the very top of her bottom, the sides and the top three or four inches of her thighs.

After a minute or two of letting Brittany cry herself out, Mr. Bucci helped her stand up. She immediately threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. He sat her down on his lap and cuddled her as you would any hurt child. I could see that they were talking again but couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Let’s go.” Tricia said, and led me back to the porch.

“That was some spanking.” I murmured as we were walking.

“No. Dad let her off easy.”

At this comment all I could do was grunt in surprise.

When we got back to the porch we sat down. I poured us some lemonade that Mrs. Bucci had left out. After a minute or so Brittany came outside. She had her pajama bottoms back on. Her hair was all messed up and her face was tear stained but she actually looked happier than she had all evening. She bounced right up to Tricia and gave her a big hug and said, “I’m sorry.”

Then, to my surprise, she came over to me, gave me a hug and said, “I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?” I asked.

“It was me that was hanging up the phone. I thought it was pretty funny at the time. I guess it isn’t so funny now.” She sort of grinned as she rubbed her bottom.

“Certainly I forgive you Brittany. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Well daddy and mommy thought so. I just wanted to apologize. Anyway goodnight.” Tricia and I said goodnight as Brittany headed back inside.

I turned to Tricia and said, “Wow that was some spanking your father gave her for such a minor thing.”

“I told you dad went easy on her. That wasn’t really much of a spanking. I don’t think daddy really wanted to spank her. It was mom – Brittany has been acted nasty towards her all week, I think the phone business was the final straw, mom just wanted her spanked. I think dad thought it was kind of funny but was a little surprised she would do something like that her age.”

I still couldn’t believe the spanking I had just seen was an ‘easy’ one. “How can you say that wasn’t much of a spanking? Her bottom was all red and she was crying pitifully.”

“Well Brittany sure can turn on the tears when she wants to. I think she thinks dad adjusts his spanks to how loud you are crying but I can tell you from experience that has nothing to do with it. I’ve gotten spanked longer and harder than what Brittany just got and I’m sure she and even Tom have too. Why just the last time dad spanked me he used the paddle!” After this revelation, Tricia got suddenly quiet but she continued, “It’s kind of embarrassing, you won’t tell anyone what I just said will you?”

“No, of course not.” I promised, but I was curious now and wanted to know more. I had thought spankings were for little kids and Brittany was pushing the upper age limit for a spanking.

“Do you still get spanked?” I asked.

Tricia grinned at me and asked, “Are you sure you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“Well it’s not like I get spanked a lot or for just anything, but yes if mom or dad decided I deserve a spanking, I’d get spanked. The last time I got spanked was when we got back from our family ski trip in January – I wasn’t doing my share of unloading the car and got mouthy with my mom. I ended up over my dad’s lap, kind of like you just saw Brittany. That was what, seven months ago?”

“But don’t you get grounded or have extra chores or get privileges taken away? Aren’t you too old for spankings?” I asked in surprise.

“I guess I’m not too old for a spanking since I could still get one. Even my older sister could still get spanked. My parents say that as long as we live in their home we have to abide by their rules and be subject to their discipline. It is not as bad as it seems though, I prefer getting spanked to those other things you mentioned. Sure a spanking hurts, it is supposed to but it is over and done with in a few minutes. You are punished and it is done, groundings take forever.”

I was still surprised that she got spanked and said so. She grinned at me and said, “Didn’t you ever wonder why I don’t wear skimpy bathing suits and only wear those with ‘boy cut’ bottoms?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it I do.” I added rather sheepishly that “I kind of always wanted to see a little more of your cute bottom.”

Trisha grinned and said, “It’s something my older sister taught me. It is kind of an embarrassment protector. You saw how red Brittany’s bottom is and how dad spanked the tops of her thighs and all. A lot of that redness would show outside of a skimpy suit – I enjoy swimming too much not to swim the day or two after a spanking but I wouldn’t want to be embarrassed if my friends saw my spanked bottom so I only buy ‘boy cut’ bottoms just in case.”

“What is it like getting spanked? I mean I’ve never been spanked. You even said Brittany’s spanking wasn’t much but it sure looked and sounded like it hurt a lot.” I asked.

Trisha grinned again and said, “I didn’t think you got spanked from the questions you have been asking and the way Jimmy sometimes acts – he sure could use a spanking! Anyway I will try and tell you what it is like but remember hearing about it isn’t the same as feeling it!

“Sometimes I think the wait before a spanking is the worst part. When I’ve been caught doing something wrong and been told I am going to be punished with a spanking. I start wondering. How bad will it be? I wonder if it will hurt – I mean I know it will hurt but sometimes you sort of forget how much it really hurts. Will I get it with the paddle or the strap or just by hand? The waiting can be agonizing just by itself.

“Then when I am alone with daddy in his den and he is talking to me, sometimes I don’t even know what he is saying, I just know that he is disappointment with me and I feel so bad because of it. Then he either takes down my pants and panties or has me hold up my skirt while he takes down my panties – it’s just so embarrassing. It didn’t used to be but it is now that I am older, I know he has seen everything before but I still hate it.

“I never know until the last moment how I am going to be spanked. Daddy has us get into one of three positions most of the time. Either over one leg like you saw Brittany, lying flat across both of his legs or bent over the back of the lounge chair. Sometimes he has me get into other positions like bending over and holding my knees but usually not. Sometimes too when he is giving me a really long, hard spanking he makes me change positions, like from over his leg to over his lap or over the chair. He says this makes it easier for him to spank all parts of my bottom.

“The worst position to be made to get into is bent over the back of the chair. Daddy only does this when he thinks I really need a long, hard spanking. Each individual spank hurts more – I guess because he can swing his arm better.

“Over his one leg is really the easiest position. He holds me down so I can’t struggle too much and that makes the spanking easier to take. Daddy doesn’t like it if you try to get away or protect your bottom with your hands. Daddy says ‘you have earned your punishment, you should take it bravely’. Sometimes if you do try to get away or protect your bottom daddy adds extra spanks – he lets your bottom cool off from what he was originally spanking you for and then he spanks you again – that really stinks but I haven’t had that happen in a very long time, I learned quickly that the more I cooperated during the spanking the easier it would be!

“Over his lap is just kind of uncomfortable. I am kind of just dangling there looking at the floor. Now that I am bigger my hands reach the floor on the one side but my feet are still off the floor on the other. I just feel like I am going to fall off. When he is spanking, even though I know I shouldn’t be moving, I can’t help sort of bouncing and bucking from the pain and I know that if I fall off daddy will think I am trying to get away and he will just spank more.

“Most of the time daddy spanks me with his hand. Sometimes he will use a wooden paddle he bought at a souvenir shop years ago. That paddle really hurts! When he spanks with that he usually starts spanking with his hand then uses the paddle and then finishes with his hand. When he uses the paddle I am almost always bent over the back of the chair.

“Daddy also has an old thick leather belt that he says his dad used on him. He has threatened me with it but I never got spanked with it. Kate did once a few years ago and said that the pain was unbelievable – she let me look at her bottom and it sure was marked, it wasn’t just dark red it had mean looking purplish stripes too.

“When the spanking first starts it stings a little and you think ‘this isn’t so bad, I can take this’ then it starts stinging more and more and before you know it you are yelping and crying. Pretty soon you can’t think of anything except how much it hurts back there and that it can’t possibly hurt any more – but it does hurt more and more. Than it sort of reaches a point where it just plain HURTS and keeps on hurting and you are doing nothing but crying and wondering if it will ever end and if it will ever stop hurting.

“I think daddy has learned from all the spankings he has given, where on your bottom it hurts the most. If he thinks you’ve been particularly naughty he sort of concentrates on those areas. On me it is right at the top of my thighs where my bottom ends and thighs begin, spanks there are a killer especially if he starts hitting the inside of my thighs! Brittany hates getting spanked on the sides of her bottom; you heard how much louder she yelped when daddy spanked her there. Kate said she thought the worst spanks came when daddy spread her bottom cheeks apart with one hand and spanked the inside of each cheek. When he does that to me I barely even realize it, when I think about it afterwards I am a little embarrassed by it but I still think the spanks to my thighs are the worst.”

I was fascinated at this point but still had to stop Tricia and ask her, “Tricia isn’t your father a little cruel? I mean it is the year 2000. How can he love you and make you hurt like that? What does your mother say?”

Tricia was a little angered by what I asked, “Daddy cruel? Daddy not love me? Cruel would be if he let us get away with being bratty, irresponsible children. He loves me and the entire family very much. That’s why he spanks us when we deserve it. You saw Brittany hug him after she got spanked and you saw how happy she was when she came out here and apologized to us. That is the way it is! When he is finished spanking me I feel very loved and cared for. He NEVER spanks me unless I deserve it and know what I did wrong, getting spanked clears the air. I am forgiven as soon as the spanking is over and I do the same thing Brittany did, I hug him and get cuddled. It is the best time.

“Mom used to spank us and she still spanks Tom. In fact her methods are pretty much the same as dad’s. She is kind of small though and she says dad’s spankings are much more effective. She sure is right his spanks hurt a whole lot more than mom’s ever did. He just kind of took over spanking me when I was around 11, same thing with Brittany and I guess Kate. He spanked when I was little too so it wasn’t much of a change just that mom rarely does now. Mom would still spank if dad were away on a business trip or something. I know that they both discuss our misbehavior before any decision is made about how we are going to be punished – like I told you about Brittany getting spanked tonight, I think it was all mom’s idea. I think mom even helps dad decide how long and how hard the spanking is going to be and I’ll bet dad is more lenient than she is.”

Just then Jimmy came out and said that mom called and wanted him home in bed. Since he was afraid of the dark he asked me to walk him home. Seeing as Tricia and I had plans to get together the next day we decided to call it a night. I called into the house to thank Mr. and Mrs. Bucci for their hospitality, kissed Tricia on the cheek and said goodnight. As Jimmy and I walked home, I had an idea of what I would be thinking about tonight and Tricia and I would be talking about tomorrow.
 

The End