u/FunFetishBabe

First off source of the image is real spanking network. Love them. Support them.

“So how was your day today?”
I was too busy, adjusting my boobs in my new bra to notice the question from the backseat of the car.
“Missy?”
”She’s too busy playing with her boobs to notice you” my step brother chimed in.
“Missy!”
“What?!” I shouted back, having only heard her yell my name… not having heard the rest of the conversation.
“Get your hands out of your shirt! I just asked you a question!”
“My hands aren’t in my shirt!”
“We both just saw you! I’m not gonna deal with his backtalk and attitude from you today! Am I clear?!”
No answer from me.
“IS THAT CLEAR?!”
“Yeah. Fine. Whatever.”
“That’s it! You’re going to regret this when we get home!”
“Looks like somebody’s gonna start off their time at home today with a sore butt hahaha” my step brother jested.
“Shut up! You’re still grounded anyway!”
“We don’t tell each other to shut up! Why do you always make me have to punish you worse?! And yes! He’s right! You’ll be fetching my spoon when we are home!”
I dreaded the rest of the day the entire ride home.
I knew she was gonna spank me because if she wasn’t going to, then I wouldn’t be getting the spoon. That’s the only thing she ever did with that spoon. I don’t think I ever saw her cook with it.
I wondered as we bumped along if I would be spared the decency of staying clothed for it.
Often times around that time I had Ben either Spanked over my clothes or taken to my bedroom to be spanked over my panties.
Whenever I got it over my clothes, everybody got to watch so I almost preferred to go and pull my pants down for it in my room.
But it wasn’t so long removed from times where everything came off.
I never really understood why my top needed to come off.
Although I always admitted to myself that it made me hyper aware of my situation.
I never knew what to focus on more:
My boobies bouncing around while I got whooped?
My pussy flailing around for all to see?
Or my butt? Not only exposed but on fire.
I just shrunk, melted, and tried to disappear. The laughter reminded me I couldn’t.

“Fetch my spoon. Now!”
My step brother laughed and took a seat on our couch.
I grabbed the spoon and started walking upstairs to my room.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“Upstairs? My spankings have been in my room lately?” I said, almost as a prayer.
“Yeah well, you’ve pushed your luck too far. Come. Now!” She said.
I didn’t dare defy her now.
I marched defeatedly to the living room. I shuffled my feet and held out the spoon.
She took it forcefully.
“Strip.”
So calm. So matter of fact. So simple. One little word and an eon of dread.
“You wanted to play with your bra instead of listen? Let’s see it. Strip to just that bra”
“Wha? Come on. Can’t we go to my room then? Please?”
“You wanna make it worse huh? You just earned a double”
A double in my house is where you get your butt busted, then a time out with your nose in the corner, then another spanking after.
I quickly started unbuttoning and pulling my pants down.
I was still kept in little stupid panties. Cotton briefs with silly girlish designs. I wanted to be in lace and thongs or boyshorts and such like my friends. But no. Same ones from forever.
He laughed from the couch.
“Nice panties hahaha”
“Please! Isn’t this enough?! Make him leave.”
“Don’t make me tell you again”
I quickly pulled my panties down wishing I could vanish
….to be continued.

This one ironically worked as a caregiver. Nothing like changing diapers while in diapers haha