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The downstairs kitchen smelled of fresh toast and coffee as Maya sat at the dining table. Biting down on her lips, she pulled her knees to her chest. On any other day the scent would have been comforting, but today it only made her stomach feel even worse.
It wasn’t like she had the time to think about that at the moment though, she thought. Chewing on the end of her eraser Maya looked over at the worksheet set out in front of her. She promised herself she’d finish her math homework before dinner, but the pages of the exercise stared back at her still half-filled. All the while, the clock ticked away above her head, and she counted down the number of minutes she had left until the conversation she had been dreading all afternoon.
It wasn’t a very reassuring length of time. Across the room, her mother appeared from behind the counter with her mouth pressed into a thin line. Not in anger like so many other parents would have done, but in a weary sense of disappointment that had been building for the last couple of weeks ever since the start of the fall semester.
“Maya, we talked about this,” she said softly, setting the kettle down.
“I know,” sighed Maya.
“And you’ll only make your father even more upset if you don’t get your grades up soon,” she said.
“But it’s so hard,” complained Maya, “How am I supposed to do anything when I don’t even understand what’s going on?”
“Have you tried going to the extra makeup lessons after school?” said her mother.
“I have, but no matter how hard I try it’s just, well…,” said Maya.
She looked up in frustration as the words hung in the air, and the exhaustion only seemed to grow. Like a hollow ache in her chest, and all of a sudden she couldn’t help but wish that she had studied a little more.
But she hadn’t, the same voice whispered. She had been up all night reading through her collection of fantasy novels instead, and now it was only a matter of time before they were due to receive her report card in the mail. The thought made her throat tighten in dread as the shame rose up, not just from the questions she missed but also for letting her parents down, and all of a sudden the kitchen felt way too small as her mother reached over to pull out a chair.
Her chair, she thought. The spanking chair. The one she hadn’t seen ever since she was little.
“If you can’t seem to get past it,” said her mother, “Then maybe a different approach might help?”
“Umm…,” said Maya.
“Or do you have another idea instead?” she said, brushing the hair from her face, “I don’t want to do this any more than you do, but sometimes it seems like it’s the only way you learn.”
She glanced over again as Maya bit down. Somewhere across the counter she could hear the distant hum of the refrigerator, and the air seemed to thicken as her pulse sped up. But just because she hated the feeling of being punished, she thought again, that didn’t mean her mother was wrong. She really needed to get her grades up soon. Otherwise her education would suffer, and her father would be even more disappointed than he already was. Which, seeing as he was the one who was in charge of her releases ever since her body had started to grow…
Slowly, Maya lowered her gaze. Part of her wanted to argue that this time was different, and she was already trying her best. But once the excuses started to come there would be no stopping herself anymore. And if all it took to fix this was a couple of patient strokes across her rear so she could focus on getting back to work, then the answer was rather simple, wasn’t it?
The scene played out inside her head. It was a lesson they had been through multiple times before, and it wasn’t like her parents were angry either way. They never got like that when it came to her. Just that despite how much they loved her there was no way to put aside the feelings of guilt, and she hesitated as her mother gently reached over to pull her across her lap with her head hanging down.
Staring at the floor, Maya blinked against the lump in her throat. And then again as she felt the back of her skirt being lifted up. The movement was a gentle one, but bent over at the waist like this it was impossible to ignore the soft touch of the air against the back of her thighs as she brought them together.
When the first blow came, the impact lasted less than a second. Maya inhaled sharply as the numbness spread across. The sound that followed cut through the kitchen, and she gasped as her hips jumped forward.
“Ow!” she cried.
“And what else?” said her mother calmly.
She moved her hand back around, and it was only against the threat of another stroke that Maya remembered to count. Else the number would only reset, and then they'd have to start all over.
“One,” she sighed.
“And then?” said her mother again.
“Thank you for giving me a spanking,” said Maya, blushing hard.
There wasn’t a chance to focus on the embarrassment though as the second one landed with a sharper sting than the first, right across the back of her legs where she would feel it the most, and she winced as her feet kicked up. Her panties were still there to protect her from the worst of the blows but it was only a matter of time before her mother reached over to pull them down as well, and then with every last inch of her still developing body fully exposed to anyone looking on from behind, it might as well be the end of the world.
"Two," she groaned, her voice catching.
Smack!
“Three,” she said.
Smack!
“Four,” she said.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Oww!” she cried, “Ow, ow, ow…!”
One after another it never seemed to stop. Each one seemed to catch her at just the wrong time, and shifting in place she tried to ignore the pain spreading across. Like always though, no matter what she did nothing seemed to work, and she grit her teeth as the tears started to fall. Like, why couldn’t she just be good at math for once? How was it fair that her classmates got to pass and she didn’t? Even after she spent hours poring over her textbooks it still didn’t make sense, and the frustration only made the impacts feel even more pronounced.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
At least at ten, they finally stopped for the first of their breaks. Just in time for her to pull herself back together as her mother reached over to examine the results, and Maya gripped down with her hands at the shame. Especially as the touch moved between her legs to brush against a certain part of her down there, and shifting in place against her mother’s lap she desperately snapped them shut.
Was it obvious? Could she tell? Maya squirmed again. By now the heat had started to build, and all of a sudden she was reminded of the other reason why she hated being spanked. But just because she could already feel the tell-tale signs of stickiness gathering inside of her that didn’t mean her mother could do so as well, could she? Even as she felt another pair of fingers hook into the back of her underwear to slowly drag them down her legs so that there was no way for her to hide the evidence anymore.
This time, when they picked back up again, it was impossible to stop herself from squirming as the blows rained down. First to the left and then to the right as her mother lifted her hand, and as the punishment moved inward to span both her cheeks before landing against the tiny little gap at the top of her thighs where the delicate lips of her privates could just be seen, it was almost as if her body was unable to take it anymore.
Smack!
“Oww!” cried Maya, “Stop, no more!”
“Hmm?” said her mother, “What was that?”
She looked down mid-stroke, and immediately the world seemed to freeze. Both from the effects of the spanking, and the slickness between her legs that threatened to leak out. But that didn’t mean it was over just yet. Far from it as the timer continued to move, and already it was growing hard to count.
Were they at seventeen strokes now, or was it eighteen? Biting down on her lips, Maya tried to remember. Get it wrong once, and she would only earn herself another dozen more. Getting it wrong twice though meant that they would be moving over to the couch next so her mother could place her on her back with her feet lifted up, and then with nothing left to cover her sins as she was forced to reach down with her hands and spread herself apart…
It wasn’t something she wanted to think about at the moment. Not when her parents had made it abundantly clear that proper little girls like her weren’t supposed to touch themselves down there, and if they ever found her breaking the rules the consequences would be far more severe than just another round of punishment with her bottom stuck out. Even if she promised them that it was just an accident, and that she had even stopped herself at the very last moment right before she could go over.
But never mind that. There were far more important things to worry about for now. Like the next step of the process that always came afterwards, and she tried to think of anything else at all besides the fingers roaming across her cheeks again as they threatened to slip further down.
Hopefully, her parents wouldn’t check her too closely today, she thought. Not when they were still less than a third of the way through, and the silence continued to drift for another short minute as her mother reached into one of the cabinets to take out a jar. Like every other time they did this, and past that there was nothing she could do as the cold touch of the Vaseline slowly moved inward in search of her backdoor.
Slick… slick… slick…
The sound echoed out again as Maya kept herself still. Whether it worked though was hard to tell as the very tip of her mother’s fingers made it past the tightness of her ring, and the punishment plug that followed a moment later didn’t help at all. Measuring out at just a little over three inches in length the fat rubber cylinder was just the perfect size to slip past her rear, and she groaned at the feeling of her anus stretching apart. Bit by bit until her body refused to take it anymore, and then with one last squeeze of her muscles the entire length of the toy was drawn all the way inside with the flared end of the base nestled snuggly against the edges of her hole.
“Oh!” she gasped.
Oh was right. Taking a deep breath, Maya tried to relax. Between her thighs another invisible spasm saw a crystal-clear drop of fluid leak out, and she pressed her legs together as her hips rose up. By now there was no way to pretend, and she whined at the pitiful sense of emptiness that lingered behind her g-spot.
Already, the heat was starting to reach the breaking point. All of the right feelings in all of the wrong places, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so close. Too bad then that her mother didn’t seem to notice as she put aside the lubrication again before looking back down.
“Ready to start again?” she said.
In response, Maya let out a groan. Every little movement seemed to echo straight into the plug, and the last thing she needed was to be reminded of how many strokes they had left before they were done. Or how her panties were still stretched out between her knees with nothing left to cover her two most intimate places as a girl, and she blushed as the shame returned.
It didn’t really matter a moment later though as her mother raised her hand, and then it was back to the usual routine of her spanking as the blows fell across.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack!
Smack!
Each one was like an iron pressing against her skin as she called out. They were at twenty now, were they? Or was it still nineteen, since the last one didn’t count. And with the plug filling up her rear passage, each one that landed only made her muscles squeeze down around the base of the toy without meaning to. Like she was stuck on the very edge of a cliff with no way to jump across, and closing her eyes against the frustration she tried everything she could to distract herself.
If only she could focus for just a single moment, she thought, she would be able to force herself back together. And if only she could ignore the awful sense of fullness coming from entirely the wrong place as the plug made its way another inch deeper past the tightness of her backdoor…
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Oh!” cried Maya again.
The walls of her tunnel let out a twitch. By now, the only thing she could focus on was the heat trapped inside her core.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I can’t… it’s not,” she cried.
“Hold it in,” said her mother, “Just a little longer.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“But it’s too much!” she begged.
“Nonsense,” said her mother, “You’ve been through worse before.”
“But not like this,” she cried, “I can’t stop it anymore!”
Famous last words then, as the count slipped into the twenties and then the thirties as the punishment continued. Gripping down with her hands, Maya desperately held on. Her body was at its limits now, and stuck there against her mother’s lap with her legs kicking behind her, she sobbed as she felt the plug moving around inside of her hole. Almost as if the device had a mind of its own, and as her mother brought her hand down for the very last time with her fingers landing across the base of the toy, it was only through sheer force of will that she remembered to bite down hard against the inside of her mouth.
Smack!
“Forty,” she cried, her voice cracking. “Thank you for the spanking.”
Inside, the climax rose up to stop just before the edge. Slowly, it teetered against her strength as she continued to cry out, inch by painful inch as every last one of her muscles tensed up, and against the sensitive mass of her g-spot and the stiffness of her clit it was with a distant sigh of relief that she felt it finally dying back down. Only just barely though, and then with her head still swimming from the sharpness of the denial, she gasped as her mother let her go.
There, that was it, she thought. The spanking was finally over. The soft touch of the room felt impossibly warm as she climbed to her feet, and for the first time in a while she allowed herself to breathe. The struggle had been close. Way too close for comfort, and bent over at the waist with her panties pulled down like that it was only through a miracle that she managed to stop herself from going over. Though whether that was a good thing remained to be seen as the tiny little bump at the top of her privates let out another twitch, and reaching for her underwear she carefully pulled them up.
Slowly, one inch at a time…
The thin layer of the fabric pressed against her as Maya let out a groan. Once her body got like this, it took quite some time for the heat to calm back down. Especially as her walls continued to move against nothing but empty air, and the weight of the punishment plug didn’t make it any better. But it wasn’t like there was anything she could do about it at the moment with her mother still standing there in front of her, and once she was fully presentable again she turned back around.
The position was something that she had been taught a long time ago. Hands at her side, her feet placed shoulder width apart, and not a single expression of disobedience on her face as her mother looked over.
“Feeling a little better now?” she said.
“A little,” mumbled Maya.
“And how about your homework?” she said, “Do you think the spanking helped?”
“I suppose,” she sighed.
Her mother smiled again as she pressed her legs together. The warmth of her expression remained the same as ever. Past that though there wasn’t much to do but to get back to it, and shifting in place Maya looked over at the table. The worksheet was still lying there where she left it along with her pencil and her eraser, and walking over to take a seat she slowly picked it up.
The equations stared back at her, firm and uncaring. Like they always did, and she winced as her bottom made contact with the hard wooden seat of the chair. Following that was another soft twinge of frustration as the plug pushed its way another inch deeper into her rear, and gripping down with her fingers Maya took a shaky breath.
What was the rule her teachers told her about in school again? Always multiply the coefficients inside the parentheses first before dividing it by the denominator? Picking up her pencil she tried to make it make sense, and the results stared back at her a moment later.
There, that was simple, wasn’t it? Solve for X, and the answer was seventeen over twelve. Now she just had to do the exact same thing another dozen or so times before she could move on to the next section of her textbook.
Slowly, the sun crept past the window outside as she made her way down the page. The clock ticked away above her head, and bringing her legs together underneath the table she tried to ignore the wetness still leaking out past her folds. Bit by bit the fluids seeped into the fabric of her underwear as it clung to her skin, and by the time dinner came around she almost felt tempted to reach down with her fingers.
Almost being the key word here. There was a brief moment of weakness, and not a single second more in spite of the toy still pressing against her. But that was just the price of being a good girl who didn’t touch herself where she wasn’t supposed to, and so despite the absolute sense of desperation boiling over inside of her and the tightness of her anus squeezing down against the base of the plug, Maya said nothing as her mother called out to her from the kitchen.
Almost certainly, she thought, her parents would know if she tried. And against the prospect of another round in the spanking chair with her bottom turned bright red, it was probably for the better that she focused on her homework in place of the feelings that would be plaguing her for the rest of the night.