NEVER TOO OLD 2
Christmas, 1966
by Gene Hyatt

"Young lady, get up here! Now!"

Twenty-five year old Nancy Cromwell nee Jackson jumped in surprise as she quietly slipped in through the front door and heard her father's voice from the top of the stairs. At three o'clock in the morning she had expected him to be asleep, not waiting up for her to get home as he had always done before she had gotten married seven years ago. Now, home for Christmas from California with her six year old daughter (her husband had had to stay behind at the last minute) the circumstances and the expression in her father's voice suddenly took her back to her unmarried days and without thinking she automatically responded as she had always done.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I'm late."

She closed the door and started up the stairs, her mind in a whirl. Only seven years ago the present circumstances would have lead to a spanking, bare bottomed over her father's knees. "But he can't be going to do that," her mind said. "I'm married and a mother. I know I said I'd be home by midnight but I'm a grown woman. I can stay out as late as I want to." Then another part of her mind said, "But you know you're late and he's worried about you so you deserve a spanking just as much as you did when you were eighteen if not more so since you're really old enough to know better now."

She glanced up at her father. The expression on his face triggered the old response in her and her behind started to tingle as one hand went automatically to rub it through her coat. Her mind in turmoil, she dropped her eyes and continued her climb.

She reached the top of the stairs, her eyes still downcast. Her father grabbed her by the wrist and started for his bedroom pulling her along the hall. Automatically she held back. And then something in her mind clicked and she was eighteen again and home late from a date and knew she was going to be bare butt spanked before being sent to bed and her only wish was to get the embarrassment and pain over with as soon as possible. She knew arguments and excuses were useless. Ever since she could remember, her father had set the rules and a violation meant a spanking, always bare bottomed; sometimes for a really bad one in her birthday suit. And no excuses were accepted. It didn't matter if her date's car had a flat that made her late or if someone spilled liquor on her dress so she smelled like she'd been drinking even if she hadn't. Her father never asked why she had broken a rule. It was just "up", "down", and "over" and a blistered butt to remind her not to do it again.

Mr. Jackson placed a chair in the center of the room and sat down. He motioned to his blond daughter to stand in front of him. Numbly, Nancy obeyed.

"Since your husband isn't here, I'm responsible for you. You've broken a rule so I'm going to spank your bare butt. Get ready!"

It had been over seven years but her mind and fingers remembered. Her eyes filled with tears as her fingers fumbled with her coat belt and then the buttons. She slipped it off her shoulders, laid it on the bed, and then stepped out of her high heeled pumps. Reduced to her real height of five feet two inches, she again stood in front of her stern faced father.

"Up!" her father said, never one to waste words, and a tear made its way down her cheek as she stooped, grasped the hem of her tight fitting, royal blue, wool skirt and slowly raised it and the light blue slip beneath it to her waist revealing the tops of her light blue panty hose. She dreaded the next order she knew was coming but her years of training would not let her protest even at her age.

"Down!" ordered Mr. Jackson and she tucked her skirt and slip up into her belt and then with a tremulous sigh slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panty hose and pushed them down to the junction of her thighs. A few blond curls peeped over the edge of them.

"To your knees!"

"Yes Daddy," she sobbed and finished pushing them down, one hand going to cover her blond pussy as she straightened up, and the other going to her now bare behind where it rubbed slowly in anticipation of what was to come.

"Over!" Slowly the young mother hobbled to her father's side still trying to retain some of her modesty by keeping her hand in place although she knew only too well that in a very short time she wouldn't care in the least what part of her anatomy her father saw. Her only concern would be the burning pain in her bottom and how long it would keep up. She reached his side and awkwardly folded herself across his lap, feeling the rough corduroy of his pants against the bare skin of her tummy and thighs. She supported herself with her hands, her long hair brushing the floor. At her other end, her legs waved in the air not quite long enough to touch the floor. Not wasting any time Mr. Jackson, as usual, reached for his daughter's panty hose and slipped them all the way off dropping them on the floor in front of her as an added reminder that he was looking at her bare behind. The picture in her mind brought a fresh sob from her as she realized she was one expanse of bare skin from her waist to her feet, the California tan on her legs and back forming a sharp contrast to the white of her bottom cheeks that were normally covered by her bikini bottom when she sunbathed.

He rested his hand on her bottom. "You know why you're getting this." It was a statement not a question but Nancy answered anyway.

"Yes, Daddy," and then finally surrendering completely, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I deserve a spanking on my bare bottom for being late even if I am twenty-five years old." It was a standard formula which her father accepted silently. Slowly he raised his large, heavily callused, carpenter's hand from her bare bottom and at the same time leaned his left arm across the small of her back to hold her down.

Feeling her father's hand leave her butt cheeks, Nancy couldn't restrain herself from pleading as every naughty girl about to be spanked has done, "Please, not too hard, Daddy!" as she squeezed her legs together and clenched her cheeks. A second later the hand returned to her butt with the seeming force of a pile-driver. Her body stiffened as the sting burnt her bare skin and a loud grunt was forced from her throat. Her first spanking in seven years had begun.

During the next four or five minutes Mr. Jackson gave his bare bottomed daughter ample demonstration that he had not forgotten any of his techniques since the last time he had had her in this position. For the first minute he was content to slap her bare cheeks in methodical fashion, working up one side and down the other with a steady slap, slap, slap as he watched the white skin turn pink on its way to the proper shade of red. He noted with the experience of an expert that Nancy's bottom was not as firm as it used to be. It shook with each slap as she crossed and uncrossed her ankles trying to dissipate some of the heat building up in her loins.

For her part, Nancy was fairly quiet during this first part of her punishment. She had suddenly realized that the door was open and that her daughter was asleep (she hoped) in their room across the hall, that door partly open too. The last thing she wanted was her daughter witnessing her shame so she managed to confine her reactions to the slaps of her father's hand landing on her butt to soft grunts and moans as she kicked her feet and swung her legs.

Having brought the entire surface of bare skin to a nice shade of dark pink, Mr. Jackson varied his technique. His daughter whispered a soft "Oh, please," as she felt his left hand take hold of a portion of her butt flesh and cup it in to a tight bulge. The next second his right hand slapped the bulging mound. Her whole body shook and a loud "owwwwwh!" escaped her lips. He delivered four more to the bulging flesh before changing the position of his left hand and creating a new mound of pink flesh which he treated to another five, heavy slaps.

As her father continued to create and slap the tight mounds of flesh on her already burning bottom, Nancy began to sob in earnest. Tears ran down her face and dropped onto the rug. Her legs splayed apart and slapped shut again as she pleaded, "Please!...please!...please!..." Paying her no heed, her father continued until he had created six red spots, three on each cheek, against the dark pink background.

Giving his wildly squirming daughter no respite, Mr. Jackson began the third phase of her punishment. He forced her legs apart by pushing the outside one off of his lap, then sticking his right leg between hers and over her outside one, brought his knee up tight against her crotch.

"Please, Daddy! Not that!" she cried as she felt the rough corduroy press against her pussy. Ignoring her, her father now took his left hand and pulled her red cheeks apart as far as he could, exposing the brown hole hidden there and the pink slit below it. Using the fingers of his right hand, he began to slap the still white inside of his daughter's bottom crack from the top down to her pussy lips, turning it as red as the rest.

This last assault on her dignity and bottom took all of her control away. Heedless, now, of her sleeping daughter she began to cry and yell and plead for her father to stop the rain of spanks to the tender inside edges of the crack separating her quivering bottom cheeks. Unable to kick with his knee thrust between her legs, she beat her fists on the floor as tears ran from her eyes and mucus from her nose. Mr. Jackson finished the last trip down the inside of his daughter's butt crack. Swiftly, he pushed her farther up over his lap, shifted his right leg again so that now the bright red butt cheeks were bent over his left knee only with his right leg clamped over both wildly kicking legs. Without wasting a second he began the final minute of his daughter's punishment and brought the color of the madly squirming cheeks to a dark, angry red with at least sixty final, hard swats; his hand sinking into the red flesh with each one.

This final attack on her hindquarters caused Nancy to almost turn herself inside out as she jerked her body in time to the mighty blows of her father's hand as they landed in seemingly unending sequence on her bare, burning butt. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed across the parental knees, hanging limply, sobbing loudly, as the final two dozen slaps brought only reflexive jerks of her hips. At last her torment was over. As her father released her, she rolled to the floor, her hands reaching for her scalded bottom. Heedless of her nudity, she writhed on the floor at his feet, sobbing and rubbing just as she had after her last spanking a week before her wedding seven years ago.

Her father watched her for a few minutes, then ordered, "Stand up!" Slowly she managed to struggle to her feet to stand in front of him. Not caring now that her pussy was on display, she used both hands to massage her burning butt which continued to twitch as it began, ever so slowly, to cool down.

"Did that teach you a lesson?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes, Dad-d-dy!" She stammered.

"Then take your clothes and go to bed!"

Quickly she bent and picked up her panty hose and shoes, grabbed her coat from the bed and stumbled out the door and across the hall, her glowing bottom waving good-by to her father who had already replaced the chair and was undressing for bed.

Still sobbing, Nancy quickly stripped and crawled into bed with her back to her daughter. Suddenly she felt a small, cool hand on her burning behind and a small voice said, "Why did Grandpa spank your bare bottom, Mommy?"

Blushing as she realized her daughter had indeed witnessed her punishment, she quickly turned, gasping as her sore bottom rubbed on the sheet, and gathered her daughter into her arms. "For the same reason Daddy spanks you, honey. Because I was naughty and because he loves me."

"But you're so big, Mommy."

"Big girls need spankings, too, honey."

"Daddy says he loves both of us but he only spanks me."

Suddenly Nancy realized what had been missing form her life and marriage the past seven years. No one had set any rules and told her to obey them. "You're right, sweetheart, but that will change when we get home. I'm going to ask Daddy to spank me too when I'm naughty."

"Can I watch you get spanked like you watch me?"

"I guess that's only fair, now you go to sleep or I'll ask Grandpa to tend to another bare bottom tonight."

"Yes, Mommy," and with a long sigh her daughter closed her eyes and the two of them were soon asleep in each other's arms.