Chapter 1
Sandra was the youngest of four children of not very prosperous farmers. Childhood was a blend of school work and farm work, with little time for play.
Discipline was strict although, for some reason never explained to her, while the boys were punished by switchings, strappings and spankings, the girls were not. Instead, they were punished by being obliged to kneel for long periods on a wooden floor while reciting prayers, and in other equally unpleasant ways.
When Sandra reached the age of thirteen, she came to envy her brothers. When they had punishment coming, they were taken to the parental bedroom or to the woodshed, and she would hear the sounds of beating and pained crying, but then it was all over.
"Aw, it isn't so bad," her brother Ted told her one day. "Sure it stings like mad, especially when it's a switch or Dad's belt, but then it's over and doesn't hurt anymore. In fact, a licking leaves your bum cheeks all sort of tingly, like pins and needles. I don't like getting a licking, but the feeling that stays in my bum afterwards is so nice that it almost makes the licking worth it. While Mom or Dad is laying it on, I try to think of how it will feel later and that helps."
It was the first time Sandra had ever heard that there could be pleasure connected with a beating and it had a considerable effect on her.
The following day, while she was in the kitchen with her mother, preparing dinner, Sandra tried to bring about a change in her style of discipline.
"Mum," she asked, a little timidly, "why is it that when the boys are bad they get lickings, but I don't?"
"That's easy," her mother told her. "It's because you are a girl and girls' bodies are different."
"But our bums are the same as boys', aren't they?"
"Yes, they are, but it's worse for girls to show their bodies as they would have to do for spankings."
Sandra couldn't accept the alleged logic of that and tried to press the matter. She stopped when told that one more word of such evil talk would earn her a one hour session of prayer with her bare knees on the hard floor of the kitchen.
Only Sandra and her brother Ted, then fifteen, remained at home. The older boy and girl had left as soon as they reached the legal age. Sandra's father had died a few years before. By changing to raising chickens, rather than general farming, it was possible for the three of them to run the farm and make a decent living, selling chickens and eggs in a nearby city.
A few evenings after her mother's refusal to discuss changing her method of punishing her, Sandra felt a surge of excitement on hearing her mother tell Ted that she would take him to the woodshed and beat him after he had finished his evening chores.
The excitement kept growing . . . the girl and she went into the woodshed just before supper with an exciting purpose in mind. After checking inside and outside the old building, she convinced herself that there were more than enough cracks through which she could quietly hide outside and watch Ted getting his licking.
In addition to seeing his bare behind, she would also, for the first time in her life, see a penis, something that had been carefully hidden from her up to that point.
She was restless all through the evening meal, then hurried with the dishes and other chores so that she would be finished before Ted and free to sneak to the back of the shed to watch her brother being beaten on the bare bottom.
During the last few minutes preceding the trip to the woodshed, Sandra kept out of her mother's sight, afraid that her excitement would show.
"All right, young man," she heard her mother say to the boy after a little while, "light the lantern now and we'll get to the woodshed for a good bottom warming."
Ted made no protest, but lighted the lantern and, a minute later, walked out the kitchen door, closely followed by his mother. Her heart pounding, Sandra waited until the shed door closed behind them, then hurried toward the building, her bare feet quiet on the dewy grass.
Going to the widest of the many cracks in the wall, Sandra put an eye to it and watched her brother taking his pants off. At the sight of his penis and scrotum, she became so excited that she thought she would faint.
"How are you going to do it, Mum?" she heard her brother ask.
"I'll take you across my lap for a nice spanking first," he was told, "then use the strap to touch you up and make you dance a little. I think that'll learn you a lesson."
The woman sat on the old chair that was kept in the shed and surprised Sandra by pulling the hem of her dress so high up her thighs that the girl could see a lot of her bloomers. She added to the surprise then by pulling the legs of her bloomers higher to show even more of her big, smooth looking thighs.
The woman patted her thighs and the boy walked to her, his penis swaying and further exciting the peeping girl, making her feel a hungry twitching in her crotch, wondering if that was the kind of feeling her brother experienced in his buttocks after a spanking.
"Now don't try to be brave or you'll get a lot more smacking," the woman told the boy as he draped his naked form across the big, white thighs, his behind nicely presented. "I want plenty of squirming and crying," she went on, patting the smooth cheeks all the while.
Sandra saw her mother's face shine with wild excitement as she squeezed both nether cheeks, then raised her right arm high and commenced spanking.
Right from the start, Ted cried and squirmed, his body rubbing across the woman's thighs. As she spanked, she continued to scold him while he cried and rubbed back and forth across her thighs.
Sandra had never seen her mother act or look so excited, the front of her dress rising and falling from her labored breathing as she slapped, scolded and panted.
''Take that on your bare arse . . ..SPANK ... and that. .. SPANK . .. SPANK. . . How does it feel to be getting a good . . . SPANK .. . arse smacking? That's it . . . SPANK . . . plenty of rubbing and squirming . . . SPANK . . ..Your arse is good and red now . . . SPANK . . . and I'm going to make it a lot redder . . . SPANK . . . SPANK . . . SPANK!"
Pausing in the spanking, the woman rubbed Ted's red nether cheeks as she commented on the heat and color of them. After that, she resumed scolding and spanking, using over and over again the two words "bum" and "arse."
Sandra noted, excited by the sound of them as well as the sounds of the slapping hand on the red, smooth looking buttocks of her brother.
When her mother stopped spanking, fondled the hot looking rounds for a little while, then pushed the boy off her lap, Sandra thought of hurrying back to the house. Something about the look on her mother's face made her change her mind.
From her dress pocket the woman took a heavy bonnet. She pulled it over the boy's head, backwards, then pulled it over his eyes and nose, tying it tightly at the back of his head. The purpose was obviously to blindfold him, Sandra reasoned, but she couldn't understand why.
The boy was guided into position so that he was bent a little from the waist, his hands gripping at the top of a half wall, his behind excitingly arched.
Sandra was barely able to hide a gasp of shock as she saw her mother pull her dress up above her waist and pin it there. With that, she pushed her bloomers well down her thighs. As she moved around the room, Sandra felt perspiration run over her body as she viewed her mother, bare, front and back. The sight of the wide triangle of curly hair on her big belly shocked the girl, the sight of the big, white buttocks and the deep crack between thrilled her and filled her with an urge to see that behind getting spanked, the big cheeks being slapped from white to pink to red.
Her eyes wild with excitement, the woman fumbled in her crotch for a minute, then inserted a finger in her vagina and began rubbing. As she did, she picked up the doubled belt and began strapping the boy's red behind.
After the first slap of the belt, she stared at his behind for a full thirty seconds as she fingered her clitoris, then gave him another cut with the leather as she went on fingering. In all, he had received seven or eight slaps with the doubled bent when the woman threw her head back, gave a few more fast rubs in her vagina, and the belt fell from her hands.
For a few seconds, Sandra thought her mother had gone into convulsions, but the wild jerking stopped and a look of ecstasy came over her face. Putting her right hand in her crotch, she gave herself a couple of rubs, then unpinned her dress and allowed it to fall into place. Sandra was struck by the fact that she had not pulled her panties.
Going to the boy, his mother began fondling his buttocks with both hands, commenting on the warmth and smoothness of them.
"There now, that's Mummy's good boy. You took your bum smacking very well, dear, I'm very proud of you. Promise me you won't go away like your no good brother did, that you'll stay with your mum and take your lickings like a good boy. Think of it, you'll be a great big man and you'll still come to the woodshed and strip naked for your mum to spank your bare arse."
"Yes, Mum," the boy sobbed, "I'll always stay with you and I'll take my lickings when you want me to."
"What a dear sweet boy you are, Ted. When you're a bit older, more of a man, you're gonna enjoy life with me a lot more. Later, after Sandra leaves home and we're alone together. I'll give you a few spanks with my hand now to keep your bum warm for a while longer. I'll just hold onto you like this."
Her hand went around the boy and closed around his penis. Holding him that way, she gave him a shower of spanks which made him sob again.
Sandra saw a look of surprise come over her mother's face and when she looked at her brother again, she saw that his penis had grown bigger and that, as he straightened up, it stood straight out instead of dangling as it had earlier.
"I'm sorry, Mum," he sobbed, "I couldn't help it. It just happened."
"That's all right, Ted, dear. You're growing up now. It wasn't your fault. You just go to the toilet now, you know what to do to make yourself feel good all over."
Ted jumped into his pants, closed them and, picking up his shirt, ran from the shed. Sandra heard him go to the toilet and close the door behind him. She wondered what her mother had meant, what he was going to do in the toilet to make himself feel good.
She watched as her mother again pulled her dress up and pinned it, guessing that she was going to finger her vagina again.
Instead, the woman went to the workbench and picked up the candle from the candlestick that had been put there not long after her father died. She had often wondered about it, had asked her mother but had gotten no answer.
Holding the candle lovingly, the woman ran it through her hand then, opening her crotch wide, she guided it to her vagina and pushed it deep inside, sighing so loudly that it was more a groan which caused Sandra to tremble violently with excitement.
With her right hand the woman worked the candle in and out while her left hand fondled her massive white buttocks, sometimes rubbing, sometimes patting as though spanking lightly.
After a little while, her body began jerking again, as violently as it had done when she'd fingered herself. When the jerking stopped, she sighed again and slowly pulled the candle out of her vagina and replaced it in the holder.
When the woman caught her bloomers and pulled them up to cover her behind and crotch, Sandra decided that the show was over and it was time for her to hurry back to the house.
"You don't look so sad," she said to her brother when she talked to him later, after she had more or less composed herself, "for a guy who got a licking."
"No," he grinned, "I'm not sad. Like I told you before, strappings and spankings ain't so bad once you get used to them."