Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 9:
Katie Pays The Price

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Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 9: Katie Pays The Price

19-year-old Katie Bucci is driving her boyfriend Bart Ludwig to the airport. She borrowed her father's car after her mom told her she couldn't. Katie is going to be a sophomore in college; she boards away at school although her college is near her home. Her boyfriend, who she just met this summer, is going into his junior year but at a college halfway across the country. He is leaving to go back to school, which is why Katie is driving him to the airport. He asked her to drive her and she said yes because she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could.

In The Car On The Way To The Airport:

"Katie, thanks again for driving me. I knew if my mom had to take me, there would have been no end to her crying in the airport seeing me off. She gets so emotional sometimes. After you told me you didn't think your dad would let you borrow the car I thought I would have been stuck with her," Bart said.

"You're welcome. I like you and am going to miss you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can" Katie replied. "But my dad didn't let me borrow the car. I asked my mom and she told me no, dad would have said no too so I just took it."

"Boy, here I thought you were a 'goody two shoes' and yet you took your dad's car. Aren't you afraid you are going to get into trouble?" Bart teased, thinking it was no big deal.

"I am not afraid of getting into trouble. I KNOW I am going to be in BIG trouble when I get home but you are worth it" Katie replied. Then she muttered to herself, "I'll probably remember the trouble every time I sit down for the next week."

"Katie, that's sweet. You're willing to get into trouble for me. But what did you say? I couldn't hear you?" Bart asked seriously.

"I am not sure I want you to know" Katie replied.

"Know what?" Bart asked.

"The kind of trouble I am going to be in."

"What?" Bart asked, "Is your dad going to ground you or take away your driving privileges? What difference does that really make? How can he anyway, you're nineteen. And aren't you leaving for college in a few days anyway?"

"No, my dad won't ground me or take away privileges. He knows that would be useless," Kate answered.

"So what are you worried about? You aren't going to get punished at all." Bart said.

"Oh, I am going to get punished all right! Just not the way you think, that is all" Katie said.

"Well then how are you going to be punished?" Bart asked the inevitable question.

Katie hesitated a moment then replied quietly, "I am going to get spanked, that is how."

"You're what?" Bart asked in surprise.

"I'm sure my dad is going to give me a spanking. That's what!" Katie said a little defiantly, almost daring Bart to make something of it.

They were quiet in the car for a while. Katie was embarrassed at her admission but Bart was just pondering his response. Finally he said, "I thought your parents believed in spanking. I recognized some of the signs. Brittany got a spanking after we left the pool the other night didn't she?"

"Yes she did, how did you know? And what do you mean you recognized some of the signs?" Katie asked in surprise.

"I mean my parents believe in spanking too when we get out of line, so once you made me think about it, the signs were there all along. For example, you and both of your sisters wear 'boy cut' swimsuit bottoms. Do you know how rare that is? Most girls as pretty as you three would be showing off everything they could possibly get away with. My sisters do the same thing - they say it hides the marks from a spanking if they just got one. And the way Brittany was acting and watching your dad, I just knew something was up."

Katie was laughing in embarrassed relief "You mean you still get spanked too?"

"Well I haven't been spanked in quite a long time" Bart answered, "but I guess I could still get it. It would really be my choice though - my parents always say that as long as we live under their roof we have to abide by their rules and take their punishments if we don't. I guess that is fair but at my age my choice would be to take it or to move out. I would probably take it. Living away at college really helps things though."

"Boy, my parents say almost exactly the same thing about living under their roof and them paying the bills and all. That line must come from some parenting book or something. It is the same with me, it is my choice. I can follow their rules and take their punishment or I could move out. A spanking hurts and is embarrassing and all but overall my parents are great. I really love them. They are fair about things too. I wouldn't want to move out."

"I feel the same way about my family. My parents are great. They never spanked us when we didn't deserve it and we always knew what we were doing when we got into trouble" Bart replied.

"You keep saying 'us and we'. I guess you mean your sisters and brothers. You're the oldest aren't you? I saw them around but I never really got a chance to meet them or talk with them. How old are they? Do they get spanked too? Who does the spanking in your family?"

"I didn't realize it but I guess we didn't spend much time at my house this summer. I have gotten to know you so well and I like you so much that I just assume you know my family. I guess you don't" Bart replied. "Let's see. I am the oldest and I am 20. Going in order, my brother Jacob is 17, Becky is 15, Joey is 13 and Sara is 11. All of them are subject to spankings too. I don't think Jacob really gets spanked much any more but he is still subject to it. Becky, Joey and Sara certainly do. They each got at least one spanking while I was home this summer. Sara got three or four while I was in the house, she might have gotten more I don't know about, mom calls her a 'real terror' and I can believe it - kid stuff but it really gets on my parents' nerves."

Katie had to interrupt him, "Your sister got at least three or four spankings in one summer! Your parents mustn't spank very long or very hard. When I get spanked, I am on my best behavior for months and I know my sisters are too. It hurts so much that we don't want another one for a very long time. Just the threat of a spanking has us changing our behavior!"

Bart smiled ruefully, "Oh, believe me my parents spank long and hard. I am the same way you are. Sara must have a very tough little butt or else she just doesn't care that much. You know my parents actually spank us on the bare bottom? There is absolutely no protection between your bottom and whatever they choose to spank with. It stings something fierce!"

It was Katie's turn to smile, "I know what it is like to have your bare bottom spanked. We never get it any other way. Do your parents have a routine? What position do they make you get into? What do they use on you? Who spanks, your mom or your dad?"

"Hey, lots of questions here," Bart said grinning. "Are you willing to share how you get spanked too?"

"Of course, now tell me," Katie answered impatiently.

"Well," Bart answered. "I wouldn't say my parents have a routine. If one of us does something wrong sometimes they would march us up to our room and spank us there, sometimes they spank right where you are. Sometimes we would be sent to our room while they 'discussed' our misbehavior first, then they would come up and spank us or call us down and spank us. If we were out we might have to wait until we got home, although I got spanked in the backseat of the car one time and Joey got spanked at our Aunt's house. Well anyway, no routine other than they would spank us.

"Like I said, always on the bare bottom. When I was little, they would take my pants and underpants down. When I got older they would let me do it. Up until I was 14 or 15 it was usually lying over one of their laps unless I did something really bad then I had to lean over the bed for the paddle or the belt. Since then it has always been leaning over the bed. My mom usually uses the back of a hairbrush, which stings really, really bad. My dad usually just uses his hand - which is bad enough - or a folded up belt, which is wicked bad. Either one of them occasionally uses the paddle.

"My sisters and brothers get it pretty much the same way. Sara is still just getting it by hand now because she is still young but I am sure my mom will switch to the hairbrush soon just to make more of an impression on her."

"Boy I think your parents and my parents read the same book!" Katie said. "Their techniques are real similar. About the only differences are that we almost always get spanked in my dad's den if we are at home. My dad usually just uses his hand but sometimes he uses a strap or a small souvenir paddle. The strap is awful, I only got it once but that was enough. The paddle is kind of small and each individual swat isn't much worse than his hand but because he isn't hurting his hand when he spanks with it he spanks a LOT longer and that really puts a fire on your bottom. The other difference is that my dad does most of the spankings, I mean my mom still does if he isn't home but my dad gives most of them."

"Do you get embarrassed that your dad sees your bare bottom? Does he see your privates too?" Bart asked.

"I get embarrassed just to be getting spanked at my age. I am actually mostly embarrassed that I let him down in some way. The fact that he sees and touches my bottom isn't that big of a deal, I mean he's been spanking me since I was little. He doesn't look at my front - usually he lets me wear a long shirt and when he gets me in position he just flips the back of it up" Katie answered truthfully. Then she asked, "What about you and your mom? Is it embarrassing to be seen that way for you?"

"You know Katie, I think we were meant for each other," Bart answered. "It is exactly the same for me. I mean she is my mom and all. So what if she sees me bare? I am embarrassed to be spanked too and ashamed that I disappointed my parents somehow.

"The funny thing though," Bart went on. "Mom has this thing about sitting down and having you stand in front of her while she gets ready to spank you. Then she lectures you with your pants down around your ankles. I always felt ridiculous like that especially when I got bigger than my mother. There I was with my pants down around my ankles completely bare from the waist down, looking down at my mother while she wagged a finger in my face and lectured me, she made me feel like a very little boy no matter how big I really was. And let me tell you, when she started to spank it didn't take long before I was crying like a very little boy too!"

"I know exactly what you mean, Bart" Katie said. "My dad does exactly the same thing. He gives you the lecture with you standing in front of him about to get spanked. I feel so silly but I am so worried about the spanking that I don't really listen to him anyway. The worst thing though is that he has this thing he does - when I am bent over his lap with him about to start spanking me he rests his hand on my bare bottom, sometimes he even rubs it a little bit and he always asks, 'Do you know why you are going to get a spanking?' and he waits for an answer, then he asks 'Are you ready for your spanking?' That is the stupidest question ever! I mean really, there I am bent over his lap, bare bottomed and all, with his hand on my butt, I don't want to get spanked but can't he tell I am as READY as I am ever going to be! What does he expect me to say, 'uh no dad I am not ready. Maybe we could reschedule this for some other time?'"

Bart and Katie were both laughing at this. Then Katie asked Bart, "Are you ever, well, are you ever? I don't know how to say it."

"Do you mean, was I ever arousing during a spanking?" Bart said.

"Well, yes. Were you? What did you do?" Katie asked.

"I was never aroused during a spanking, they hurt too much. When I was about 14 though and my mom was getting me ready, I couldn't help myself. Mom ignored it though. That was when she started having me bend over the bed instead of over her lap. Believe me though, once she started to spank, it went away really fast.

"What about your dad? Did you ever notice anything on him?" Bart asked.

"I was never really sure. Sometimes when I am over his lap, something kind of pokes my side but it could just be something in his pockets. I know I am his daughter and it might sound kind of sick but he is still a man and I am a woman - I would think it a little strange if he weren't a little aroused by my nakedness. He never took advantage of me or spanked me if I didn't deserve it" Katie replied.

When they arrived at the airport, Katie parked the car and walked Bart to the gate. The plane was ready to board so their goodbyes were brief. They promised to e-mail, chat and call each other often. In their drive to the airport they had found out something else that they liked about each other.

The drive home wasn't as pleasant for Katie. She couldn't get her mind off of her impending punishment.

Meanwhile In The Bucci's Kitchen:

Amanda Bucci asks her husband Steven, "Steven, I thought you didn't want anyone driving your car."

"I don't want anyone driving it" Steven Bucci answered. "The check engine light came on. I know it isn't serious but I want to have it serviced before any unnecessary miles get put on it. Why do you ask?"

"Didn't you let Katie borrow it? She asked me but I told her no. The car is gone so I figured you told her it was okay," Amanda told her husband.

"Oh boy," Steven said and he and his wife shared a knowing look.

Later, In The Den:

Katie had changed into a long t-shirt that came down to about the middle of her thighs. She was still wearing her panties but you couldn't tell by looking. Except for a toe ring on her left big toe she wasn't wearing anything else.

Katie is a very pretty young woman. She has long, light brown hair that she lets hang down freely to the middle of her back. Her skin is tan from the summer sun and her father's Italian heritage. She has a shapely, well-toned body; in fact you could call it an athletes body because she is in fact an athlete. She earned High School Varsity letters in Field Hockey and Lacrosse. She is attending college on a full Lacrosse scholarship.

Despite being 19 years old and being physically a full-grown young woman, Katie looked like a little girl as she stood before her father. He was sitting on the couch and she was standing between his legs. He was giving her a lecture about proper behavior and how much she was loved and how much her misbehavior disappointed him. Katie was looking down, nodding her head and sniffling.

Finally Kate's dad told her to put her hands on top of her head. When Katie did, he reached up under her t-shirt, grabbed the top of her panties and lowered them to her ankles. Without being told, Katie stepped out of them. The t-shirt kept her bottom and privates covered and she was glad for that. Then Katie's dad ordered her over his lap.

Katie lowered herself across her dad's lap. Her head went to his left. The couch supported her chest and legs. She stretched her arms out in front of her. She was unconsciously clenching and unclenching her bottom cheeks in anticipation of the spanking to come. Her bottom was centered over and propped up by her dad's lap. She hated the indignity of getting a spanking, particularly at her age but she knew she had it coming. In fact she knew she had chosen it.

Her dad pushed the bottom of her t-shirt well up on her back exposing her rear end. He noted that her bottom cheeks were really white in contrast with her tan legs and knew he would be changing that color shortly. Kate's bottom is round, well shaped, muscled but not overly so; it is a healthy, young woman's bottom.

Kate's dad then placed his right hand on her bottom and rested it there while he gave her a lecture and asked her if she knew why she was going to get a spanking and knew how she was expected to behave. He had started doing that when she was six or seven and she was about to get a spanking. He had continued the practice over the years only now he did it because he knew it just thoroughly embarrassed his daughter and added to that aspect of the punishment.

With his hand resting on her bare bottom, Kate's dad asked her the question she hated, "Katie, are you ready for your spanking?"

Katie meekly answered, "Yes, daddy" and her father picked up the small paddle and the spanking began.

Katie's father had bought the paddle in an amusement park's souvenir shop when Katie was about 10 years old. She had been acting like a spoiled brat the whole day and desperately needed what her parents called an "attitude adjustment" - their favorite euphemism for a spanking. When her father spotted the paddle he couldn't resist buying it for spelled out on it, in big, bold letters was "Attitude Adjuster". The paddle is on the small side - only about 12 inches long and about 3 � inches wide but it is sufficient to give his hand a rest and give a bare bottom quite a sting. Katie hadn't felt it that day, for her father felt his hand was still quite sufficient and it truly was. In fact the paddle was unused for several years and still only gets brought out on 'special' occasions.

This day was 'special' and Katie's father raised the paddle high above Kate's upturned, bare bottom and brought it down sharply right across the roundest part of her cheeks. Katie only gritted her teeth and tensed her whole body - just like when she was little, she was determined not to cry at all. Her father began a systematic paddling of her bottom. He started just below the very top of her crack and smacked it working downward � inch at a time allowing the paddle to overlap the previous spot, he kept working downward with overlapping smacks until the whole paddle struck the top of her thighs and then he started at the top of her bottom again. He did this over and over again. He wasn't spanking hard, in fact, he was doing little more than letting the paddle fall onto her bottom - it was the constant repetition that was building a tremendous sting in poor Katie's upturned bare bottom.

The pain in Katie's bottom was intense and she was getting desperate. She still was not crying out but she was now making a steady moaning noise, sort of like a continuous "Owwwww�" and her legs were twitching up and down from the pain. Her whole body was as rigid as a board.

Her father knew she was trying not to cry. She always tried not to show how much it really hurt. He knew though that it hurt. He also knew that before he stopped spanking she would be crying uncontrollably. Once she reached the point of uncontrollable crying he would spank just a little longer and then he would stop.

He decided to do some 'touch up' hand spanking for a while and cover the areas the paddle wasn't reaching. He knew his hand didn't sting quite as much as the paddle but that Katie absolutely hated what he was about to do. With his left hand he separated Katie's bottom cheeks and with his right spanked the inner parts of her cheeks. This caused Katie to start some painful yelping with each smack. After her inner cheeks were turned a bright red he started to smack the inside of her left thigh with his hand - Katie's painful response told her father that she was about to break down and cry.

He picked up the paddle again and continued his relentless spanking this time varying where he struck. He covered the sides of her bottom as well as the tops of her thighs.

Finally Katie couldn't hold back any more and she burst out in a flurry of anguished cries and tears. She swung her head from side to side and started seriously scissoring her legs. She reached back with her hand to try and cover her bottom. Her father was ready for all of these moves and he simply grabbed her wrist in his left hand, pinned it to her side and effectively held her tight while he continued to spank and spank.

Katie was in agonizing pain that she thought couldn't possibly get any worse but with every strike of the paddle it did. She was unconsciously trying to get away from her father and the pain - a no-no by the family rules but her father simply held onto her and continued to spank. Finally, without her even knowing she did it, her whole body relaxed, her crying turned into simple whimpering and she lay placidly over her father's lap as she took her deserved punishment.

Her father noted the change - the surrender if you will - immediately and he knew the lesson had been learned. He paddled one more time from the top of her bottom to the top of her thighs and he ended the punishment.

He let Katie cry herself out lying over his lap. As he did so he looked over his daughter's bottom. It was mostly a deep cherry red with splotches of purple at the high points of her bottom. The top of her thighs were red as well and since these went below her tan lines even from her boy cut swim suit, he knew they would show if she went swimming. He gave her bottom a little rub with his hand and noted the heat his spanking had generated, he also noted that her bottom was no longer smooth but now had blotchy bumps to go along with the color change. As bad as it looked and felt now, he knew her bottom would be fine in a day or two.

When Katie had cried herself out she asked if she could get up. Her father helped her stand up and when she did she immediately threw her arms around him in a big bear hug and apologized profusely for taking the car and his having to spank her. They told each other they loved each other. He told her that all was forgiven. She sat down on his lap and he held her close. She rested her head against his chest - she felt loved and protected in her fathers arms like that. It was a close, loving time for both of them and they stayed together and chatted for quite some time.
 

The End