“Paying the Price”

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By Carl Philip Michaels

“Don’t mind my daughter,” Evan Michaels told his guests as they came through the door, their eyes all drawn to the beautiful 18-year-old brunette in the corner. “She’s just paying off a little karmic debt for flouting the family rules.”

Isabella didn’t think it was possible to blush any more than she already was, but she was wrong. She felt her face flare as she stood in the corner in her special pajamas with the fabric in the back removed, her bright-red, well-spanked bottom completely on display. At age 18, it was incredibly embarrassing to be spanked and put in the corner with just her younger brother and sisters about, but now that her parents’ guests were arriving, it was so far beyond humiliating she couldn’t stand it!

Isabella was home from college on her first winter break, and she had indeed broken several rules straightaway, as a way of declaring her independence and adulthood. Unfortunately for her, Mom and Dad were having none of it. They felt that, if they let Isabella get away with it, her younger siblings would follow suit, and soon all order in the family would break down. Therefore, after the girl ignored her 11:00 p.m. curfew and came home with both tobacco and alcohol on her breath, they decided that she would spend her winter break in her old punishment pj’s and receive a bare-bottom spanking every evening. She would provide an excellent object lesson for the other kids that the rules applied to everyone, and that deliberately breaking them had very real consequences for the offender.

Each of the Michaels kids had a pair of punishment pajamas. They were the brainchild of their mom, Cyndi. She’d been trying to think of a way to spank her kids in the family room without compromising their modesty in front when she came up with the idea. She simply took a pair of scissors to one pair of each child’s pj’s and cut away the fabric that would normally cover their bottoms and the tops of their thighs. Then, when one of the children had earned a spanking, she would attire him or her in those pj's. She could then deliver a bare-bottomed spanking in good conscience in the living room with the whole family present, thus teaching the same lesson to all four kids with a single spanking! An hour of corner time would follow; the specially-adapted pajamas guaranteed that the miscreant’s hot, red bottom would be displayed as a warning to others.

Until now, none of the four children had been thus displayed in front of company, but there was a first time for everything. Isabella’s behaviour had represented such flagrant disregard of the family rules that it called for a special penalty, and she was paying for her sins in a most shameful, painful way this week. She was allowed to wear nothing but her old punishment pajamas, which guaranteed she would restrict herself to the house. Every two days, her parents insisted she wash the pajamas, leaving her naked as the day she was born until they were washed and dried. She was required to strip, put them in the washer, then stand naked in the punishment corner of the living room. Standing there stark naked with her parents and siblings around was awful. When the buzzer went off, she would dash to the washer, put the pajamas in the dryer, and return to the corner for the interminable length of time it took for the cycle to end. Once again alerted by the buzzer, the beautiful naked young woman would streak back to the laundry room and put the pj’s back on, grateful for the partial coverage they provided.

“Wow! That must have been one heck of a spanking!” observed Mr. Crawford from the bank. Isabella fervently wished that the floor would swallow her up and put an end to her humiliation, but no such miracle was in the offing. Instead, she continued standing stock-still with her arms crossed behind her back as required, hearing every comment made by every guest at her parents’ holiday party.

“Does she have to stand there like that all evening?” Mrs. Crawford inquired.

“No,” Cyndi replied. “Just until all the guests arrive.”

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be relieved when they do!” said Mr. Eagleton from Evan’s office.

“Hmm…I rather doubt it,” Evan replied. “Once they’re all here, she has to serve all of you, attired in nothing but an apron.”

Mr. Crawford whistled softly. “Man! It’s gonna be one long night for that poor girl!”

And so it was. When all the guests had arrived, Isabella was required to go to her room and change out of the pajamas and into an apron. No underwear, no socks, nothing else, just a kitchen apron that tied in the back, leaving her entire backside open to public view. Frequently as she served the guests, she would have to bend over slightly, and her pert, firm breasts came at least partially into view. By the end of the evening, very little of the girl remained unseen by her parents’ large circle of friends. It was the most humiliating night of her life, and she still had three days before going back to school. And three more days meant three more bare-bottom, over the knee spankings in front of her siblings. Never has a college student wished more fervently for classes to recommence!

© 2010 Carl Philip Michaels
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[baredbottom]

Well, this is a very nice idea. Since she was 18, I would have the front of her PJs cut out too, so that the guests could admire her vagina as well. If the audience of guests were only composed of males, they would be invited to spank her bare bottom over their knees, and otherwise grope and inspect as much as they desired.