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Skylar asked for some story captions for his pictures. Ever obliging, I delivered a story for the picture below.



"I can't believe them boys!" my father said, exasperated. "I gotta whole library filled with books, and all they do is play video games."

Looking up from my Mechanical Engineering textbook, I smiled. "I bet I can get Joe, Tom, and all their friends to sit in this library for a solid 30 minutes, right on the couch."

"How?" my father said. "That TV is dog gone busted. Ayn't worked for years."

I smiled. "I'll show you, but you have to do your part. And it will cost you $250."

My father laughed out loud. "What, y'all think cuz' I'm a truck driver and you're studying mechanical engineering, yer' smarter than me? Book learning is fine, but sometimes good old fashioned Southern wins the day, girl."

"That's what I'm counting on," I said. "You have to do your part, remember? $250, unless you're afraid to put your money where your mouth is."

I could tell my father was confused. He didn't know what I was up to, or that I had a motivation beyond the $250. He knew I was a bit on an exhibitionist, and liked prancing around in my bikini whenever the boys were over, even though I didn't really sunbathe. I'd act embarrassed when I caught them looking. Truth is, I have an embarrassment fetish. I think deep down my parents knew it, but it was never discussed.

He thought about it for a moment. I could tell he didn't like my attitude. "Fine. But I wanna full 30 minutes on the couch, from all of 'em. And if you lose, you wash my truck. You ayn't getting no $250 out of my pocket unless you earn it."

We shook hands and then I dropped the bomb. "Daddy, I failed Heat Transfer, and got a D in Thermodynamics."

"Bullshit," he said. "I saw yer' grades online," he said. "You got A's in both of those. You always get As!"

I smiled. "Maybe I changed them in the computer. Or maybe I'm lying. Either way, I deserve to be punished."

Putting my book down I moved the simple, yellow wooden chair that had filled my brothers (and once or twice, my) teenage years with dread. directly in front of the TV, facing the couch.

My father look confused, then smiled. "Fine. I'll play along. And don't look so smug. I'm about to teach you a real lesson, young lady."

"Put in some corner time, too, so we get the full 30 minutes," I said.

"Don't you worry none about that, smarty pants. This lickin's gonna last plenty long, till you've learned yer lesson, and you ayn't gonna want it to last any longer."

I wasn't surprised when my stern looking father skinned my jeans down to my knees. The look on his face was grim and serious, and I realized that whatever my original intent, I was about to get a real butt warming.

I didn't flinch until I felt his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.

"Please, Daddy, no! I'm an adult now. Not on the bare!"

"You're ayn't gonna look so adult with your brothers and their buddies and their pals grinning up a storm while they watch me paint your bare caboose red. Sometimes old fashioned Southern wins the day."

I glanced over at the study door, which was wide open, as were the windows and drapes of the study.

"Maybe we should close the drapes and windows,"I suggested.

"Look fine to me," my dad said. "Maybe some spectators will knock ya' down off that high horse of yer's. Besides, it's mighty hot in here, and it's about to get a lot hotter."

Outside I could hear a dog barking, something about a frisbee, and an ice cream truck playing DIXIE. I hoped the noise was loud enough to attract my brothers, but wasn't loud enough to attract any passerbys, who might be tempted to look through the windows, or walk in, Southern style, to enjoy the show.

I blushed as my father rubbed his hand all over my bare bottom. "You got quite the set of curves on you, young lady. I think the boys are really going to enjoy this show. So what was that first law of Thermy-Dynamics again?"

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only be converted from one form to another."

"Well, I think you've gotten too big for your britches, young lady," he said sternly. "I think it's time to convert some energy."

The first flurry of spanks came hard and fast, and I was soon kicking, crying, and begging for mercy.

"Geez, girl, if you kick that way, they're gonna see all the way to Christmas!," my father chuckled, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. "I got an idea-er. Where's that old hairbrush, Harry, anyway?"

I whimpered as Daddy turned slightly, and removed "Harry the Hairbrush" from its resting place on the old broken down TV table. Holding it up, my father wiped the dust off it and laughed. "You'd forgotten about old Harry, didn't you, girl, with your fancy college classes. But he's gonna teach you a little lesson in heat transfer."

"Please Daddy, not Harry!" I pleaded.

"Not so smart now, are ya', college girl?" he said, chuckling. "Well, the boys got their headphones on, and Harry's gonna help make sure yer' loud enough so they don't miss the show."

Harry was relentless, and I was plenty loud, as my dad might say. My father was going to make me earn my $250!

I cried and kicked as Harry reigned down fire. There was no need to act. Still, it was was at three minutes before I heard the stampeded of feet coming down the stairs. I had learned my lesson, but I still had 30 minutes to go. Humiliating as it was, I hoped some of it would be corner time.

Just for my edification, is corner time facing the corner naked, facing the room or a combination of the two?

Usually standing in the corner, with your bare spanked bottom on display.

Nice work on the bare, reddening without bruising, very sexy.

Joe, so love when you and Mr. Smith get together. You gave us another wonderful story and image and in response to Mr. Smith's question you produced another equally powerful image. So well done.
Yours truly,
Belinda

Any father putting his college aged daughter through a public punishment session, especially adding in good old "Harry" would likely be open to imposing a more outside the box corner time. Just saying. So my sick mind and I got to thinking.

Somehow Joe, Tom, and their three friends crammed themselves into the couch to watch the spectacle of my spanking. Daddy ordered thirty minutes of corner time while returning to his easy chair leaning back and putting his feet up. He advised that if the reddening on my hindquarters diminished he would heat me up some more with Harry to bring it back. I’d been standing there with my hands on my head, panties around my knees with my tushie on display for only a few minutes with the boys commenting on my coloring, hoping to see me back over Daddy’s knee.

The front door opened after a loud knock with Buck Haskins calling out, “Anybody home?”

“We’re in here!” yelled back Daddy.

Buck Haskins was a neighbor boy that grew up down the street. When his father passed unexpectedly in 8th grade Daddy took him under his wing, mentoring him. Buck became a truck driver in daddy’s business straight out of high school. Now in his late 20’s, he was a real hunk that kept himself in shape. Three years ago after I turned eighteen he called me out as a tease. I was prancing around in my bikini when he threatened to give me an old fashioned bare fanny spanking for my indiscretions. I threw it back at him daringing him to bend me over his knee, even going so far as to wiggle my ass in his face

I poked the bear, half hoping he’d act, teasing, “Buck, are you man enough? I don’t think so.”

He just muttered, “Girl, you got a real hitch in your giddyup.”

Looking back over my shoulder with a sultry look I walked out of the room with one last taunt and ass wiggle, “If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch big guy.”

I could tell by the thoughtful expression on his handsome face that he suspected my exhibitionist streak but wouldn’t act on it due to his respect for my father. Ever since that day I’ve put on a show for that man evolving to micro bikinis to get a rush out of him hoping he’d put me over his knee. Relishing every time a bulge appeared in his wranglers. It was just too easy to rile him up a little. For the last three years it was my favorite masturbation fantasy as I hoped he’d act but he never did.

Now he was going to see me like this! The embarrassment of being spanked and given corner time in front of my older brothers and their friends had already revved my engine like nothing I’d experienced before. Situated standing facing the wall none of the men could see my juicy pussy and the hard little diamonds sticking through my thin top. I’d been going braless teasing the boys when I challenged Daddy. Hearing Buck’s voice made my pussy throb out of control as I imagined his reaction.

I heard Buck’s footsteps approaching on the wooden floorboards and then they faltered, “Holy shit, what’s Belinda doing in the corner like that!”

Joe laughed, “Smarty pants sassed Dad and he tanned her hide real good.”

“We’re watching to see if the reddening goes down, then Mr. Nelson will put her back over his knee to bring back the color,” explained Freddy Hodges.

Mack Herbert glumly added, “It’s only getting redder though.”

“No it's not! I think the reddening’s going away,” countered Billy Hodges, sounding hopeful.

“No it’s not,” whined Tom.

Daddy said, “Buck, pass me one of those Shiner Bocks you got in your hand.”

I could hear Buck walking over towards Daddy, then the sound of the twist off cap quickly followed by another. The men took a couple of swigs of beer before Daddy broke the silence.

“What are you doing over here? I thought you were going line dancing tonight.”

“Couldn’t find a date so I brought over a six pack thinking we could watch the game.”

“That’s too bad, but I appreciate the cold one.”

Buck complemented Daddy, “Wilford, you did a hecka good job on her backside, reddening it nicely without any bruising.”

“That I did. Got lots of practice using Harry on the missus,” drawled Daddy, taking another sip of beer.

Sounding curious, Mack asked, “ya think her butt is warmer to the touch now?”

“Dunno, is it Dad?” asked Joe.

Billy eagerly volunteered, “I’ll do a touch test.”

“Naw, let Buck do it,” commanded Daddy, ending the debate.

I could hear Buck’s footsteps as he walked over and then felt his hand on my right buttock. Was that a slight tremble that I detected? He ran his big strong hand over my buttock and then over my hip to my stomach.

“I can’t tell the difference. Maybe the skin’s warmer right after the spanking,” hinted Buck, causing me to clench my thighs together as my panties fell around my ankles.

“I think the coloring’s going down a little. Warm her up. You wanna use the hairbrush or your hand?” replied Daddy, generating whoops of excitement from the boys on the couch.

“I’ll use my hand,” confidently responded Buck before commanding, “Hold still.”

Buck gave my ass a whupping something fierce. The sting was decadent, better than in my dreams as he brought tears to my eyes leaving me sobbing after the brief onslaught. Then he massaged my behind, rubbing away the sting. His touch made my body all hot and tingly all over leaving my vagina aching with need. I could feel my swollen pussy lips pulling apart as I began leaking like a sieve.

“Smells kinda funky in the corner here. Y'all might have a dead animal in the wall or something,” announced Buck, I swear I could hear him grinning as he said that.

“Maybe, maybe not,” drawled Daddy as Buck stepped away.

I could hear them sipping their beers as I stood there with fresh tears on my cheeks staring at that wall. In the silence that followed I could feel seven sets of male eyes glued to my glowing behind. The embarrassment only fueled my sexual arousal to heights I’d never experienced before.

Buck broke the silence, “You just gonna leave her there like that standing in the corner?”

Yup,” replied Daddy, before asking, “You got something better in mind?”

“Yes sir,” he replied before ordering, “Step back from the corner Belinda.”

I complied slowly, the panties around my ankles hindered my movement as I shuffled my feet moving away from the protection of the corner.

When I was a little over a yard away Buck ordered, “Stop! Put your hands on the wall and lean forward until your body is perpendicular with your legs. The lighting’s better there, that way we can better see if the coloring is changing.”

Without hesitating I complied. This new embarrassing position put my sopping wet pussy and little pink asshole on lewd display leaving nothing to the imagination. Somehow the movement into this new position caused me to squeeze my pussy like a wet sponge causing a small rivulet to run down the inside of my right thigh. My face flushed with embarrassment picturing the looks on the men’s faces when they took in this view.

“You can see all the way to promised land,” excitedly shouted Mack.

“Damn, that’s one runny gutter,” gushed Tyler Mathews, another one of my brother’s friends.

Tom ordered, “Touch your toes!”

Without thinking I complied, spreading my legs a little, putting my wet snatch even more as I felt my lips spreading open like petals on a blooming flower further fueling my embarrassment and corresponding arousal. Looking between my legs I caught them all staring straight at my wet pussy. Everyone but my father who was politely looking off to the side. Buck’s wranglers were bulging nicely causing me to blush nicely.

“Did Buck make her pee when he spanked her?” naively asked Billy.

“No you idiot,” started Tom, before Daddy cut him off.

“Buck, how about taking Belinda line dancing. She needs a break from studying Mechanical Engineering.”

“Aw Mr. Nelson, Belinda’s got twelve more minutes of corner time,” complained Mack.

“Yeah Dad, you said thirty minutes,” whined Joe.

“I’m ok cutting short the corner time if Buck wants to take your sister line dancing,” chuckled Daddy, the only one other than me that knew about our little bet.

I appeared to be the horniest skank in Texas when Buck politely asked, “Belinda, would you like to go line dancing with me tonight.”

I was literally panting like a bitch in heat as I sweetly replied, “Yes Buck, I’d love to go dancing with you tonight.”

“You got five minutes to get upstairs and get all gussied up for Buck,” ordered Daddy.

“Yes Daddy, I replied, pulling my panties up and scampering upstairs to make myself pretty for my big night with Buck.

“Wear that jean skirt of yours,” called out Buck, “And some cowboy boots. I like girls in cowboy boots.”

“And put a bra on,” yelled Daddy, “We can’t have you going out in public like that now.”

After quickly washing off my face and adding some make up, I put on my favorite firecracker red lace bra and panty set under my jean skirt, a sexy top that showed off my toned midriff and my cutest cowboy hat. Of course I wore cowboy boots. While getting ready I heard Joe, Tom and their friends running back upstairs to play more video games.

With butterflies in my stomach I calmly walked downstairs making a grand entrance. I was all eyes for Buck, taking in his appreciative stare as he looked me over with hungry eyes from head to toe in a way he’d never done before. Damn, I’d already soaked my panties. What’s a girl to do?

Giving me a knowing look, Daddy instructed, “Honey, don’t you embarrass me none on the dance floor when you’re with Buck. He’s responsible for you tonight and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

Blushing at the innuendo I sweetly replied, “Yes Daddy.”

Buck, if you have half a mind to, ya got my blessing to bring her back in the morning.”

“That’s right kind of you Wilfred. I might take you up on that offer,” replied Buck, undressing me with his eyes leaving the door open.

My pussy throbbed out of control hearing that exchange. Buck wouldn’t be bringing me home tonight if I had anything to say about it. I intended to ride that hunk like a cowgirl breaking in a bucking bronco all night long. Daddy was helping make my dream cum true and he didn’t even know it. Or did he?

Lobbing Harry to Buck, Daddy called out, “One more thing. Take Harry with you. A well spanked woman dances hecka lot better if you take my drift.”

Buck caught the hairbrush in his hand and in the same motion confidently swatted my hard on the ass propelling me out the door while saying, “Giddyap!”

Daddy won the bet leaving me wondering if he knew Buck was coming over, or did he get lucky. It looked like both of us were getting lucky tonight.

We all find inspiration in different places. The below video and picture was mine for short jean skirts, cowboy boots and bared healthy midriffs on a pair of long-legged blondes.

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