by Paula Andante
Stephanie Walden looked in the mirror and smiled contentedly. She was a happy coed, a freshman and an honor student at a prestigious university. She was happy about many things, happy with the appearance of the girl in the mirror, happy with the state of her life, and happy with her plans for the coming evening. She'd her first semester the previous day and was certain that she was going to get nothing but A's. Now she was back home for the holidays and three of her closest girlfriends were going to celebrate with her that night at her house. They were going to enjoy a girls-only party. It was Friday and there would be no boys tonight. Saturday was date night and they'd see their boyfriends then, but for this one evening, the girls were going to get together, let their hair down, and relax.
Stephanie was a tall brunette, a very attractive girl who combined the best of everything about American youth. She had always been at the top of her class academically, but had still found time to be a cheerleader and Vice-President of the student council in High School. Her outgoing personality and cheerfulness made her popular with her peers. Hher pretty face, long legs, pert breasts and luscious bottom assured that she was a hit with the boys. There was no steady boyfriend for Stephanie, however; she preferred to have nearly every boy who knew her fantasizing about her - and that is precisely what they did.
Her parents often heard compliments about the wonderful daughter they had raised and Stephanie's mother, herself a stunning dark-haired beauty, always replied to these compliments the same way. "My daughter has been raised to be an independent, responsible, and prideful woman, " she said. "She knows the place of a woman in her family and in society in general, and understands exactly what she is entitled to. " These words may not have been clear to some listeners, but Stephanie's father and her brothers knew exactly what they meant.
The fact was that Stephanie's Mom had raised her in a totally matriarchal environment, one in which all the important decisions, and most of the routine ones, were made by the woman in the house. The males of the Walden family understood their inferior status, they did as they were told and suffered the consequences if they didn't. Stephanie's father was a successful attorney, a man admired in the community for his wisdom and dignity. At home, however, his wife treated him like a little boy. She controlled every aspect of his life, even going so far as to choose his clothes, dictate his hairstyle, decide whom his friends would be and how he would spend his time when he was with them.
And whenever Tom Walden did anything that displeased his wife, she spanked him!
That's right. She took his pants down, turned him over her knee and spanked his bare behind until he was crying like a baby and begging for forgiveness. Usually she spanked him with her hand first and then with her hairbrush, a solid wooden one that she'd purchased long ago for the express purpose of inflicting punishment. She used other implements on him too. The strap, the cane, the wooden spoon, a ping-pong paddle and several other devices were all part of her arsenal and she used them whenever she decided her husband deserved them. Brenda Walden believed that all men are simply little boys who need a woman to tell them exactly how they should behave. "Men need strict discipline to keep them in line, " she often told Stephanie and she meant it. She'd taught her daughter that women were the superior gender and that it was a woman's responsibility to maintain loving control over the men in her life.
Stephanie was the only daughter Brenda and Tom Walden had, but she wasn't their only child. They also had three sons. Rob was three years older than Stephanie, a top student at an Ivy League college. After Rob was born, the Weldon's had decided to have one more child, hopefully a daughter. To their great surprise, Brenda had delivered triplets --two boys, Craig and Greg, and one girl, Stephanie. Brenda was a resourceful woman and had easily coped with raising four children.
The Walden children were all outstanding students, the boys excelling in athletics as well as academics. In short, everyone who knew them saw the family as a model of success. What the outside world didn't know was that Brenda had been spanking her sons since they were tykes. Their ages didn't matter. For the slightest offense, Rob, Craig and Greg found themselves draped over their mother's lap, feeling her strong right hand - and her trusty hairbrush - peppering their bare bottoms.
Stephanie looked in the mirror again and began to brush her hair in preparation for her evening with her friends. Noticing that the finish on the back of the brush was almost totally worn away, she looked at the nearly bare wood and grinned to herself. She knew very well what had caused the varnish to disappear! She couldn't help but remember what had happened on her eighteenth birthday, just a bit over a year ago.
Birthdays for triplets are always somewhat chaotic occasions. After all three people are celebrating and attention needs to be paid to each. They'd had a crowd of school friends in their yard for a party that afternoon, but the family was enjoying a quiet dinner when Brenda had told the family she had an important announcement to make. Rob was away at college, but Stephanie's father and her two brothers were there. Brenda had looked at her daughter with pride. "Happy Birthday, darling, " she said with a smile. "You've reached an important milestone in your life. As an eighteen year old, you are now an adult. " She then turned to her husband and her two younger sons. "Stephanie is eighteen now and that means she is old enough to relieve me of some of my responsibilities, " she'd intoned in a very serious tone. "From now on, she has my permission to discipline Craig and Greg whenever she thinks they deserve it. "
Stephanie had looked at her two brothers and smiled triumphantly. She'd known for a long time that this day would eventually come, but she'd not expected it to happen so soon. She and her brothers got along reasonably well, but as in all families, there were occasional spats and disagreements. What her mother was saying was that from now on, if Craig or Greg teased her or bothered her in any way, she'd be able to spank them. Things were definitely going to change in the Walden household!
The two boys had protested, of course. They were eighteen years old too and neither could believe their sister would be authorized to punish them. "You can't be serious, Mom, " Craig had replied incredulously. He knew his mother believed that women were superior to men, but in his eyes, Stephanie wasn't a woman yet. It didn't seem fair to him that his sister would be able to settle any disagreements they had by spanking him. He tried to explain this to his mother, but she was adamant. "If you don't want to be spanked, you'll simply make certain your behavior doesn't displease Stephanie, " she replied dryly. "You must learn that as a male, it's in your best interest to submit to the women in your life. "
"B-but she's not going to be able to sp-spank Greg and m-me on the b-bare, is she? " Craig asked in a tone of panic.
Brenda simply smiled at him benevolently. "That's up to Stephanie, of course, but I certainly expect that she will, " she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Spankings are always administered to the bare bottom in this house. You know that. "
Greg was as taken aback as his brother by his mother's words. He knew arguing would be useless though, so he said nothing at all. "This applies to you too, young man, " his mother said, directing her attention away from Craig. "Do you understand? "
"Yes, Ma'am, " Greg replied, too embarrassed to raise his head and establish eye contact with any member of the family.
Tom Walden, the esteemed attorney, was as surprised by his wife's announcement as his sons were. He knew Brenda didn't consult with him about matters such as this, and while he may have sympathized with his two youngest sons, he didn't dare utter a word. Tom was keeping a big secret from his children, a secret he hoped he'd never have to reveal.
The Walden boys didn't know that their father was spanked just as often as they were, and Tom wanted to keep things that way. Once, several years ago, he'd taken issue with a dinnertime decision that Stacey had made about their older son Rob's curfew and had spoken up in defense of the boy. After the children had gone to bed that evening, his wife had taken him to the soundproof rec room in their basement and angrily administered a very severe spanking. She'd used the strap on him that night -- after a very hard application of the hairbrush to his bare bottom. Afterwards, as he stood with his nose in the corner, his pants and underwear at his ankles and sobbing like a small boy, she'd warned him of the consequences of repeating this offense. "If you ever again dare to contradict me in the presence of our children, I will immediately take you over my knee and spank you while they watch, " she'd said in her sternest tone of voice. He knew she was serious, so he'd never again uttered a word of protest about anything his wife said to their children.
Naturally when Brenda announced that Stephanie was coming of age as a spanker, he remained absolutely silent, leaving his sons and daughter with the impression that he approved of everything she'd said.
So, Stephanie, at the age of eighteen, had begun to exercise spanking privileges over her two younger brothers. Her mother had provided some instruction, of course, but over time, Stephanie developed an approach to disciplining the two that was uniquely her own. She instinctively understood that her spankings were not likely to be more painful than those administered by her mother. She simply wasn't as strong as an older woman, so the likelihood was that a spanking from her would hurt less than one delivered by her Mom. On the other hand, she came to realize that being spanked by her would be more humiliating than the punishments her mother routinely doled out, and she vowed to maximize her brothers' shame and embarrassment whenever she had to "deal with " them.
The humiliation her brothers felt as a result of being spanked by their sister was obvious to Stephanie from the very first time she'd been involved in one of their punishments. As she continued to brush her hair, she couldn't help but recall that first spanking.
She'd come home late from school that afternoon only two days after her birthday. Cheerleading practice had run longer than usual, so she'd simply freshened up a bit before dinner and joined the rest of the family still wearing her cheerleader's outfit with its micro-mini skirt. Things were very quiet at the table, an unusual occurrence since her brothers were usually talking about some football game or other.
"Why so quiet, guys? " she asked innocently and was surprised when her mother answered rather than Craig or Greg.
"Your brothers are contemplating the spankings they are going to get after dinner, " she said in a tone of exasperation. "How many times have I told them not to play ball in the yard? You'd think they'd understand this simple rule, but apparently they don't. A football was thrown through the living room window this afternoon. Can you believe it? "
"I said I'll pay for the window, Mom, " Craig pleaded.
"Oh, you'll pay for it all right, " his mother said. "But you still don't understand, do you? It's not the expense of replacing the window that has me so upset with you. It's your outright disobedience! You know very well that you've been forbidden from playing ball in the yard, don't you? "
"Y-yes, Ma'am, " Craig stammered. "I 'm sorry ... "
"Not as sorry as you're going to be. Now eat your dinner! "
In a calmer tone, she turned to Stephanie. "I want you to assist in your brothers' punishments tonight, darling, " she said. "In the future I'm hoping that you'll be able to handle situations like this yourself, but it would be a good idea for you to see how I deal with them one time before I turn things over to you. "
"B-but, Mom, " Craig cried out instinctively.
" Be quiet, " his mother interrupted. "You are in no position to protest, young man. "
Stephanie smiled at the two red-faced boys, and then looked at her mother. "I'll be happy to help in any way I can, Mom, " she said pleasantly. She'd never actually seen her mother punishing her brothers. She'd heard the sounds of spanking, of course. She was familiar with the sound of a hand or a hairbrush striking bare skin, but she'd never actually witnessed a spanking. She'd heard her mother's scolding voice and her brothers' sobs and pleas for mercy, but this would be the first time she'd ever be present in the room when these things happened. She could hardly wait.
After dinner, her mother had looked at her two sons. "There's no need to go to your rooms for punishment tonight, boys. Since Stephanie will be involved from now on, you can be disciplined in the den. I want you to go there and prepare yourselves in the usual manner. Your sister and I will join you when we're ready. " Glancing at her husband, who'd sat silently through the entire meal, she added, "You'll clean up and wash the dishes, dear. "
"Of course, sweetheart, " Tom answered submissively.
"Come with me, my dear, " Brenda said to her daughter and Stephanie happily followed her mother to her bedroom.
Opening the top drawer of her dresser, Brenda smiled at Stephanie. "These are the punishments implements I use on your brothers. While you may over time want to develop a collection of your own, feel free to use any of these whenever you wish. "
"Thanks, Mom, " Stephanie said gratefully. She looked in the drawer and was amazed to see the collection of hairbrushes, straps, canes, rulers, and a few other devices she couldn't quite identify. "How will I know which ones I should use? " she asked in confusion.
"Oh, don't worry, " her mother replied patiently, "You'll know what's right when the time comes. A good rule of thumb at the outset is to punish them about twice as hard as your instincts tell you. You'll be inclined to be too lenient at first, but you'll soon learn that leniency only makes it necessary to discipline them more often. Don't be afraid to give them a good going over. Their bottoms are quite resilient and can take a sound spanking. "
Stephanie was listening carefully. Obviously there was more to this than she imagined. "What are you going to use on them tonight? " she asked.
"I don't think I'll need more than this hairbrush this time, " her mother replied. "The boys are being punished for an act of disobedience. While I don't want to minimize the seriousness of that, I have to admit that this is a relatively routine offense and therefore deserving of a relatively routine spanking. "
"I see, " said Stephanie.
"Of course, your presence is going to add a special dimension, " Brenda added with an evil grin.
"Neither of them seems happy that I'll be there, " Stephanie observed. "I heard you tell them to prepare themselves in the usual way. What does that mean, Mom? "
"Well, Stephanie, I believe in establishing a ritual around a male's punishments. It intensifies the boys' humiliation if they have to get themselves ready and wait until I arrive to deal with them. Right now, they should each be standing in a separate corner of the den, wearing nothing but their underpants, contemplating what's going to happen when we go in there. Just thinking about it is an ordeal, so in effect, their punishment has already begun. There's no hurry for us to get there; the longer they have to wait for us, the more their imaginations build up a dread of what's to come. "
"That makes sense, " responded Stephanie. "But why are they in their underpants? If you really spank them on the bare bottom, why aren't they standing there naked? "
"That's a good question, " her mother replied. "You will have to decide for yourself how you want them to present themselves to you for punishment. For myself, I've long been convinced that a male's punishment is greatly intensified if he has to suffer the indignity of having his behind bared by the woman who is going to spank him. "
"Yes, I can understand that. " Stephanie was beginning to realize just how much she was going to enjoy all of this. "So, you'll pull their underpants down, take them over your lap and spank their bottoms with the hairbrush. Then what? "
"Well, first of all, my dear, it will not be quite as straightforward as you make it sound. That's why I want you to watch me tonight, although I do think it would be a good idea for you to administer some portion of their punishments yourself. You'll see that an effective spanking is a combination of painful punishment and intense humiliation. Try to notice how I combine both with your brothers. As to what happens afterwards, again you can work out your own routine. I usually make them stand in the corner for a while; at least until they get their crying under control, and then I insist that they thank me for taking the time to deal with them. But you'll see, let's go downstairs and get started. " She retrieved a wooden hairbrush from the drawer and walked out of the room.
With a feeling of excited anticipation, Stephanie followed directly behind her.
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