NEVER TOO OLD, PART 6
July, 1980
by Gene Hyatt

"But Davey," Melody Cromwell said in her best wheedling voice, "you want to see the concert as much as I do. It's not like we didn't try to get tickets for the night one. Dad'll let you off to go to the afternoon one. I know he will, if you ask."

"For the last time, I'm not going to use my relationship with your family to get special treatment at work. Your dad was nice enough to give me a job and a place to live for the summer and I won't take advantage of him. The Dead'll be back next year and we can go then. Now I don't want to hear any more about it...not one word," he finished as Melody opened her mouth.

He drew her close and kissed her pouting mouth, one hand going to cup a firm breast encased in her brief halter top.

Melody snuggled against him and placed her hand on the front of his cut off jeans. She squeezed gently and felt the growing bulge, "But Davey...."

He sighed and reached under his seat, "All right, Mel. I warned you. Get in the back seat."

Her eyes grew round as she watched him bring up the paddle. "Oh, no, Davey, please! Don't paddle me. I know I deserve a sore behind. I've been nagging you about the concert; I know I have. But I won't say another word. That one just slipped out. Please just use your belt. Give me a really, really hard and long one with that thing. Please, Davey, please!"

Even as she was pleading, she was moving from the front to the back seat of the four-door Rabbit. She had been sentenced to a spanking and she knew there was no more chance of changing his mind than there would have been her Dad's in the same circumstance. She only hoped she could talk him out of using that damn paddle. The holes in it really blistered her bottom and set it on fire for hours. In her twenty years of life, Davey's paddle was, beyond a doubt, the worst spanking implement she had ever felt. She couldn't imagine how his mother had stood to have it used on her all of
those years.

While she was getting into the back seat, Davey rolled up the windows and moved the seats forward. He climbed in after her. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes.

"It's the paddle. That was the fourth time in the last two hours I told you I didn't want to hear any more and you went right ahead and ignored me again. Now you know what to do. Get ready." His voice was low and controlled, but full of authority.

Melody knew when to stop. With a little whimper she slipped off her yellow jogging shorts and her mocs. Her pale yellow panties followed and as she kicked them off Davey caught a glimpse of blonde curls in the dim light from the safety flood at the back of the house. The halter top was now her only covering.

She gave him another pleading glance as she turned and folded her slender body over the back of the seat. She felt for the two pieces of foam that Davey kept in the trunk, and tucked one under her tummy and placed the other beneath her on the floor. Placing her forearms on the foam she wiggled forward until her bare behind was pointed almost at the roof of the car, her knees several inches off of the seat. With her head turned sideways and resting on her arms she was fairly comfortable, and though her position looked precarious, she was actually quite well balanced.

Davey had come up with this arrangement after several attempts to spank her over his knees. There just wasn't enough room that way; Melody's kicks and plunges were likely to bring one or the other of her ends in contact with the car doors or the handles there on.

Davey had found early in their relationship that Melody could be a real brat, nagging and wheedling to get her way, unless he took her firmly in hand when necessary. Coming from spanking families, Davey just naturally thought of using that method, and Melody just as naturally accepted it. Their schools being only one hundred miles apart, they visited each other frequently, and at almost every visit, Davey found it necessary to tend to Melody's bottom at least once.

"I don't see why we can't do this in the house," he muttered as he watched his soon-to-be-fiancee wriggle herself into position.

"No, Davey. Please. You promised. I don't want Dad to know you have to spank me. He might give me extras," she pleaded.

"Are you ok?" he asked as her wiggles stopped.

"Yes. Please, not too many."

"Spread your legs."

"Do you have to do that?" she complained.

"I don't want to get kicked in the chin again, or any place else, when you start kicking. Come on. Spread."

With a long moan, she complied and felt him grasp her right knee and pull it a little farther over, then quickly fasten the seat belt around it. A few seconds later he had imprisoned her left leg the same way.

With her bottom elevated as it was and her legs spread and secured, Melody was deprived of all modesty. And while she wasn't showing Davey anything he hadn't seen many times during their love making sessions, it was always different somehow when she was exposed for punishment. She moaned again in embarrassment, shivering as she waited for the first burning spank.

Picking up the paddle from the seat he tapped it lightly in his left palm while he made a quick survey of his victim's position. He didn't like to expose her to such an extent during a spanking but neither did he like being kicked. It was more embarrassing for her this way, but safer for him.

Some light filtered through the fig trees along side the driveway, enough to show Davey his target. The long valley that separated Melody's bottom cheeks was visible from the top to where it disappeared into the shadows between her thighs. An occasional movement of the leaves allowed a patch of light to illuminate even that recess, giving him glimpses of dark blonde hair curling over pouting, partially spread lips.

Under different conditions he would have been aroused by this sight of the intimate areas of the woman he loved, but sex was not his object at the moment. His only reason for exposing her was punishment -- punishment for her own good -- and while he didn't like doing it, he felt it was his duty -- a duty that kept their relationship on an even keel.

Finding everything to his satisfaction, he raised the thin paddle and brought it down with a quick flick of his wrist, landing it on the tender flesh at the bottom of the round cheeks.

A fraction of a second after the paddle splatted against her soft skin, Melody's legs jerked and her hips twisted trying to move away from the next, inevitable stroke. Her mouth flew open and she let out a sharp grunt that turned into a yelp of pain.

"Uhh! Ouhhhhh!"

Three more times the paddle made its horrible noise, echoed by Melody's chorus:

SPLAT! "Uhh! Ouhhh!"

SPLAT! "Uhh! Ouhhh!"

SPLAT! "Uhh! Ouhhh!"

Suddenly the car door opened.....

Jerry Cromwell was returning from his evening jog a couple of hours late because of stopping to help a friend down the street finish up a new wooden deck. As he jogged up his driveway he noticed Davey's car parked half way down it, along side the tall fig trees. He didn't object to the almost nightly ritual. He would rather have them park there than in some lover's lane subject to some pervert's attack.

He jogged onto the patio and stopped to inspect his prize roses. As he bent over them he heard car doors open and shut and assumed the kids were coming up to the house. He decided to meet them and tell them his surprise.

He stepped back onto the driveway and turned toward the car. Funny, he thought, it sounded like their doors but I don't see them. He continued on, then suddenly stopped as the same patches of light that illuminated Davey's target also enabled him to see the action taking place in the back seat. The sounds of the paddle and his daughter's vocal reactions reached his ears even through the rolled up windows and confirmed what his eyes saw.

He hesitated a moment then strode quickly to the car and opened the door.......

"I hope you have a good reason for this," he said as Davey paused in shocked surprise, the paddle raised for the fifth swat. Davey stared at him for a good ten seconds while Melody struggled to raise herself, finally got her knees on the seat and twisted to see her father standing in the doorway. Her hands automatically went to her hurting bottom as she felt her face go warm in embarrassment.

"Well?"

"I...I think so, Sir," was all Davey could come up with.

"Then I suggest you come in the house and tell me about it. If I think you're right you can finish her off there where you'll be more comfortable -- well at least you will be; I'm not so sure about Melody," he finished, staring at the paddle in Davey's hand.

"Yes, Sir." Suddenly Davey realized he was blushing and quickly bent and released the seat belts. Taking Melody's arm he pulled her from the car and began leading her after her father.

"Davey!, Wait! My clothes!"

"Later," and he continued to pull the half nude girl toward the house. Melody stumbled after him, her free hand trying to cover the blonde triangle between her legs.

They entered the den, blinking in the sudden bright light. Melody's mother glanced up from her book and raised her eyebrows in surprise. She quickly took in the paddle in Davey's hand, her daughter's state of undress, and the tear streaks down her face.

"Uh oh! Looks like someone's been a bad girl," she said, looking at Melody, then her husband, "Does Davey have permission to give our daughter bare butt spankings?"

"Not yet," Jerry replied as he sat on the couch next to Nancy and motioned the other two to stand in front of them.

They moved to do so, Davey looking grim; Melody looking down at the floor, free hand still in place, face red, breasts heaving.

"Ok, what did she do that made you think she deserved a paddling?"

Davey had recovered from his initial shock and had gotten his confidence back. He was fully aware of Jerry's strict disciplining of both women. Melody had described many of their spankings to him and he knew the things that Jerry considered spankable offenses. And one of those was exactly what Melody had been guilty of.

He explained what had taken place. "So you see, Sir, I don't think I had much choice," he finished.

"Is that what happened, Melody?"

"Yes, Daddy." Softly.

"You think you deserve what you were getting?"

"I deserve a spanking...with his hand...or maybe his belt...but...but not with that damn paddle; it hurts like hell."

He frowned at her choice of words, "I imagine it does, but I don't think the rules have changed lately to allow the spankee to choose the weapon. I think Davey is an intelligent and fair man and has your well being at heart, and from what I've seen of you two lately, I think he loves you very much." He turned to Davey, "How many were you going to give her?"

"I thought fifty would be enough. That's what Dad would have given Mom."

"Sounds fair to me. Why don't you pull that chair over here and take up where I interrupted you." He smiled, "Afraid it's not equipped with seat belts, but I'm sure you can handle her anyway."

"No problem, Sir."

Knowing her fate was sealed, Melody stood quietly in front of her parents while he positioned the chair in front of the love seat opposite them. When Davey released her arm her hand went immediately to her pink bottom which still stung form the four swats she'd received in the car. She kept her other hand over her puss. It was a silly gesture, really, since both of them were thoroughly familiar with all portions of her lower body anatomy -- her father as the result of delivering innumerable bare bottom spankings and her mother from watching most of them -- but it made her feel less vulnerable somehow.

Davey sat down and spread his legs. Looking at her he patted his left thigh, "Come on, Mel, time to ride the pony."

She offered no resistance. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible she moved to his side, straddled his bare left thigh and then bent forward so her upper body was lying on the love seat. Davey quickly placed his left leg over her outer one and clamped her inner leg with his right one, using it to also restrain her right foot. She felt his left arm encircle her waist like a band of steel and an instant later felt the bite of the paddle across the middle of both cheeks. Her reaction was the same as it had been in the car.

SPLAT! "Uhh! Ouhhhhh!"

She strained against Davey's leg lock, but he was able to hold her with little effort, the result of fairly regular workouts in the college gym.

When he paddled her in the car he worked fairly slowly because it was usually in dim light and he did not want to chance striking her on a dangerous spot. Now, however, his target was brightly lit and less mobile, and he took less than a minute to deliver the forty-six swats that were left of her sentence.

It was a short minute for the half-nude young woman whose bottom was being blistered. By the time it was half over, she was yelling with each swat and he had to tighten his arm about her waist even more to keep her upper body in position as her legs attempted to kick their way out of the vise in which they were imprisoned. Long before the last one landed, she broke out in uncontrolled sobs.

As usual when she saw her get a spanking, Melody's mother winced with each blow that landed on her daughter's squirming hind quarters. That the paddle did "hurt like hell" she had no doubt after witnessing Melody's reactions. She hoped that Jerry wouldn't admire its effect so much that he would add it to his arsenal. The extreme exposure of her daughter's pussy and bottom hole brought a blush to her face. Her husband had exposed them many times, of course, when he thought it necessary to extend a spanking to her inner thighs, but she was not sure she liked the idea of this young doing the same.

For his part, Jerry was admiring Davey's technique. He was seldom a spectator when Melody was being spanked, and he watched intently as her dark red hind quarters went through their dance. He was amazed at the effect the paddle was having on his usually stoic daughter. At this point in one of his hairbrushings she would only be grunting a little and kicking up a foot now and then. And even fifty with the three foot piece of harness leather on her pre-reddened but didn't cause her to yell as loud as she was now. Her hips bucked each time the paddle splatted against them; clenching to hide her bottom hole and then relaxing to expose it again. Her legs fought to free themselves but only succeeded in increasing the spread of her cheeks resulting in even more exposure of the spread lips. At times even the pink little cave peeped open.

Melody was well aware of what she was showing when she was in this position, but all worries about it had left her mind with the first painful smack. From that point on her only thought was to move in such a manner as to alleviate some of the fire and hurt in her butt, and perhaps, to cause Davey to land a few less-than-solid whacks. If that caused her to further expose herself so be it; as the saying incorrectly goes, she could have cared less.

After the last one landed, Davey kept her in position until her jerks and plunges had stopped, then removed his arm and legs. Melody lay still for a minute, sobbing, her wine red bottomtwitching, the cheeks still opening and closing. Then, remaining astride her pony, she sat up, threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

Davey hugged her, gently rubbing her bottom that quivered to his touch. He felt the little bumps that told him he had stopped, as he had planned to do, just short of really blistering her seat.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, Honey, but you asked for it."

"I know I did, Lover," she stammered, "Damn, I hate that paddle!" and she broke into fresh sobs.

As Melody continued to cry and Davey to comfort her, Jerry came over and retrieved the paddle from the floor. He hefted it in his hand, giving it a couple of swings.

"This thing sure works wonders; I suppose it's the holes that do it. I've never seen Melody carry on so after only fifty whacks with anything I've used on her. Did you say your Dad used it on your Mother?"

"Yes, Sir, as far back as I can remember. Once in awhile just his hand or belt, but usually it. He always punished Mom in their room so I never saw her get it, but I could sure hear it. She yelled louder than Mel does. After Dad died it was going to waste so I took it for Mel," he smiled, "but I don't think she appreciated the gift."

Jerry chuckled, "From what I just saw, I don't think so either. Did he use it on you, too?"

"No, it was just for Mom. He usually used a razor strop on me.  That didn't feel very good either."

"I know what you mean. That was Dad's favorite, too."

"You can borrow it any time you'd like."

Jerry glanced at his wife. She was staring at them with a worried look on her face. "Thanks, but I think I'll stick to my usual things." He smiled as he heard her breathe a deep sigh of relief.

He returned to the couch. "Seriously, Davey, I liked the way you handled the situation tonight. You showed good judgment in Melody's punishment. You gave her a little more than I would have, but I'm sure it didn't hurt her any. And you used a position that gave you good control without regard to what it did to her modesty.  That didn't hurt her any either. She knows she can expect to show off everything during a spanking. In the future feel free to bring her down here and give it to her any time you feel she needs it, whether we're here or not. And by the way, Nancy, Melody, now that I know that Davey comes from a spanking family, if he's around, he sees you get it just like he was a member of our family. No argument, Nancy," he continued as she opened her mouth to protest, "or he'll see you get one right now."

"I'll take you up on that offer, Sir. There's just not enough room in the car to get a good swing." He gave Melody's bottom one last pat and stood up, sliding her to her feet as he did so.

"Better get to bed, Honey, if you're going to play tennis with me in the morning," he said, wiping away her tears, "Court time's seven o'clock."

She sniffled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Call me at six, Hon," she said, starting toward the door, both hands gently stroking the painful skin of her rear cheeks.

Half way there she stopped as her father snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, almost forgot. I got something for you two."

She came back to stand expectantly beside Davey as Jerry stepped to his desk and picked up an envelope. He handed it to her and watched, smiling, as she opened it and pulled two pieces of cardboard. She stared at them in surprise, then threw her arms around him, "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you," she said giving him a kiss.

"A client asked me today if I had any Dead Heads in the family. I had to admit I did. I presume you two're free that night," he said with a grin.

Davey looked at the tickets, "Fourth row! Wow!" then he sobered, "These cost a fortune, I don't think I can afford them."

Jerry waved his hand, "Don't worry about it, they were free."

Melody stepped back from her father, and ruefully began to rub her bottom again, then started to laugh, "Maybe they were to you, Dad, but not to my butt."

The others laughed with her, then, with a light swat, Davey shooed her off to bed.