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Subject: Admiring my brushwork

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MarkW
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Date Posted: 13:09:26 04/18/25 Fri

The school break-up for the Easter holidays was an excuse for my daughter and some of her friends to party round one of their houses. A deserved bot of fun after a busy term. Irene and I were unaware that the friend's parents were away. Red flag 1.

At 17, we gave our girlr a curfew time of 11:00, which we thought was more than generous. She stumbled in at 12:25. Red flag 2.

Yes, I did say 'stumbled in' - she was very tipsy, verging on plain drunk. Red flag 3.

She was in no state to be read the riot act. So Irene and I ushered her to the bathroom, and made sure she got to bed.

"That girl is getting her backside tanned tomorrow," I growled at my wife.

"If you don't spank her soundly, Mark, then rest assured she will be spending a very long time over my knee minus panties, when I get home from work" responded she.

We discussed the matter further before turning in to bed ourselves.

I was sorting out a tumble dryer load when the teen ambled into the kitchen. I heard grunts and groans as she poured some cereal out. Clearly the worse for wear.

Poking my head round the door, I enquired.

"Good night?"

She started, and had the good grace to look guilty.

"Yeah. it was," she muttered and sat to eat her breakfast.

"No alcohol consumed?" I asked pleasantly.

"No Dad, of course not. I know it's not allowed," she said a bit lamely. Red flag number er? Losing count now. Telling fibs.

A bare-faced lie like that alone is worth of a bare bottom spanking.

"Do your mother and I look like we were born yesterday?" I raged at her "You were nine sheets to the wind".

Denials, lies, on the defensive, on the offensive. The stroppy little madam was hell bent on an argument. After some to-ing and fro-ing, I'd had enough.

"Go get your mother's hairbrush," I told her. "NOW!" I barked when she did not move.

A teenage girl of 17 she may be, but my daughter received one of the soundest spankings of her life, the vast majority of it to her bare bottom. A very lengthy hand spanking, panties up, then panties down. Then a methodical hairbrush spanking that had her screaming and bawling. Her bottom was a vivid crimson when I finally let her up off my knee.

I left her hopping from foot to foot sobbing her eyes out, rubbing her sore bottom and pulling all sorts of faces.

"Don't be surprised of your mother puts you over her knee either when she gets home from work," was my parting shot as I left the room.

It was a few hours later that she joined me on the sofa and apologised for her behaviour. Feeling a bot sorry for herself, she leaned against me.

"Not dure what hurts more," she moans "my head or my bottom".

I can't help but smile, hoping fervently it is the latter.

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Re: Admiring my brushwork Cherie 14:30:44 04/18/25 Fri

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 11:59:17 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Mary 16:29:08 04/18/25 Fri

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:03:45 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Amanda J. 22:43:56 04/18/25 Fri

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- Amanda J (additional), 09:49:42 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:10:59 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Stephanie 12:29:24 04/19/25 Sat

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:18:05 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Lois 03:42:52 04/20/25 Sun

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:24:24 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Ivana 07:00:49 04/20/25 Sun

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:32:31 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Becky 13:48:52 04/20/25 Sun

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:38:56 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork Margaret to MarkW. 09:33:34 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:44:19 04/21/25 Mon

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- Margaret to MarkW, 04:09:50 04/24/25 Thu

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Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:39:21 04/23/25 Wed

Re: Admiring my brushwork Kelsey 23:57:57 04/22/25 Tue

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- MarkW, 12:49:33 04/23/25 Wed

Re: Admiring my brushwork -- Kelsey, 16:07:13 04/23/25 Wed

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>The school break-up for the Easter holidays was an >excuse for my daughter and some of her friends to >party round one of their houses. A deserved bot of fun >after a busy term. Irene and I were unaware that the >friend's parents were away. Red flag 1. > >At 17, we gave our girlr a curfew time of 11:00, which >we thought was more than generous. She stumbled in at >12:25. Red flag 2. > >Yes, I did say 'stumbled in' - she was very tipsy, >verging on plain drunk. Red flag 3. > >She was in no state to be read the riot act. So Irene >and I ushered her to the bathroom, and made sure she >got to bed. > >"That girl is getting her backside tanned tomorrow," I >growled at my wife. > >"If you don't spank her soundly, Mark, then rest >assured she will be spending a very long time over my >knee minus panties, when I get home from work" >responded she. > >We discussed the matter further before turning in to >bed ourselves. > >I was sorting out a tumble dryer load when the teen >ambled into the kitchen. I heard grunts and groans as >she poured some cereal out. Clearly the worse for wear. > >Poking my head round the door, I enquired. > >"Good night?" > >She started, and had the good grace to look guilty. > >"Yeah. it was," she muttered and sat to eat her >breakfast. > >"No alcohol consumed?" I asked pleasantly. > >"No Dad, of course not. I know it's not allowed," she >said a bit lamely. Red flag number er? Losing count >now. Telling fibs. > >A bare-faced lie like that alone is worth of a bare >bottom spanking. > >"Do your mother and I look like we were born >yesterday?" I raged at her "You were nine sheets to >the wind". > >Denials, lies, on the defensive, on the offensive. The >stroppy little madam was hell bent on an argument. >After some to-ing and fro-ing, I'd had enough. > >"Go get your mother's hairbrush," I told her. "NOW!" I >barked when she did not move. > >A teenage girl of 17 she may be, but my daughter >received one of the soundest spankings of her life, >the vast majority of it to her bare bottom. A very >lengthy hand spanking, panties up, then panties down. >Then a methodical hairbrush spanking that had her >screaming and bawling. Her bottom was a vivid crimson >when I finally let her up off my knee. > >I left her hopping from foot to foot sobbing her eyes >out, rubbing her sore bottom and pulling all sorts of >faces. > >"Don't be surprised of your mother puts you over her >knee either when she gets home from work," was my >parting shot as I left the room. > >It was a few hours later that she joined me on the >sofa and apologised for her behaviour. Feeling a bot >sorry for herself, she leaned against me. > >"Not dure what hurts more," she moans "my head or my >bottom". > >I can't help but smile, hoping fervently it is the >latter.
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