She had been warned about being late and missing her curfew and she made the decision not to worry about it. She had gone out with her friends last night and they had been celebrating her recent birthday. She had just turned 21, could drink legally and was testing her wings out there in the big city. They had gone from one club to another and although she was conscious of her 2AM curfew, she had been having way too much fun to give it any serious thought. Especially when they had gone into that last place and she had met Dan. Just the way he looked at her made her quiver inside and she was all excited just to be in that place, one of the hottest bars in town, sitting next to this guy – a real hunk who knew his way around.

Her friends had left them alone once they started gazing intently into each other’s eyes. She was captivated by his piercing stare and she was quick to answer any questions that he put to her, stammering for answers at times but answering nonetheless. They were in the very back of the club on one of the couches and she was getting very comfortable with him. He was running his hands up and down her body, touching her breasts through the thin material of her dress and after a while started running his hands up and down her thighs, under her shorter than usual skirt.

They had not seen her go out dressed that way. She had taken a change of clothes with her and dressed at her friend’s house. They would never have approved nor allowed her to go out that way. They would have told her that no daughter of theirs would go out in public looking like the tart she looked like; that only slutty girls dressed that way and she would never be one of them. But now, in the comfort of the club, with this man of a boy turning her into a pool of desire, she was happy that she had worn the dress and her thigh high stockings along with her highest pair of heels. She looked like she belonged in that place and she was going to make the best of it for as long as she could.

Before she knew it, the time had flown by and it was closing time. She listened to Dan’s invitation to join him back at his place and as much as she wanted to go, reality was setting back in and she knew that she would have to go home and face the music. Any further delays and her situation there would become untenable and she was not yet ready to go out on her own. So they exchanged numbers, kissed goodbye, rather passionately, and she set off to find her friends only to find that they had already left. Some friends they turned out to be. Leaving her there stranded, late at night, to find her way home all alone.

 

The trip home seemed much longer than it actually was. Now, that the bliss of the past few hours was wearing off and the reality of the next few hours was starting to dawn on her, every second seemed like minutes and each minute seemed like hours. How would she be able to pull this off? How would she get away with this especially now that she could not change back into her other clothes, which were at her friend Amber’s house? What was she to do? She had few choices to make here. Her options were to not go home, which was something she was seriously thinking about, or just go home and face the music. How bad could it be? She was, after all, 21 years old and a grown woman. She had a right to have a life of her own, did she not? Somehow, she did not think that her parents would see it that way.

Her parents were strict by any measure of the word. She had been regularly disciplined as a child and that discipline, including bare bottom spankings, continued right up to the present time. Naturally, as she got older and wiser, she knew what things would set them off and she was cautious in avoiding doing them. Yet, every once in a while, she messed up and the drill was the same. She was called into the living room after dinner, her transgression was recounted and then she was put over one of their knees for a good sound spanking. Sometime it was Mom who took the lead and other times it was Dad. But they were always there together, showing a unified front. As she got older, it got more and more embarrassing for her. A grown woman of 20, now 21, being put over her father’s knee and spanked. First over her clothes and then the clothes were removed and she was spanked naked in front of both of them – and soundly at that. She remembered when she was 14 or 15, and her body had started to develop, how it made her blush all over when her naked ass was over Daddy’s lap and how she felt something hard underneath every once in a while. Back then, she had no idea what that was. Now she knew all too well. It was Daddy getting excited over the sight and feel of her naked young body. And as much as this upset her, in some ways, it excited her to know she had that kind of power. Mom used to smile also as she saw her writhing over Daddy’s lap giving her a clear view of her virginal pussy every time she kicked and tried to work her way off his lap. All Daddy did was laugh, grab her tighter and hit her harder. The lecture was mostly the same. They were doing this for me and it hurt them to have to do it. I was the one that needed to be taught to act like the young lady they knew I should and could act like. I cried openly as the spanks became harder and harder against my tender ass cheeks.

Then, after what seemed like an endless rain of smacks, Daddy would ease me off his lap and take my teary eyed face in his hands and tell me what a good little girl I was and how he hoped that they would never have to do this again. And, as much as it stung and I knew I would have trouble sitting for the next day or two, I enjoyed the love and attention that these spankings brought out.

 

But that was then and this is now. And as I took the cab home those last few miles all I could think about was “What I had gotten myself into this time.” They had been very specific about the curfew and she had nodded in agreement. “2 AM and not a minute later, young lady” Daddy had said and I had meekly given my assurance that I would be there. It was now almost 5:00 AM and the very best she could hope for is that they would be fast asleep and that she could sneak in unnoticed. As the cab turned the corner towards her house, she breathed a sigh of relief. There were no lights on in the house and perhaps she had truly lucked out. Maybe they had believed she would follow their instructions and had not waited up to see her arrive home. She would be able to tell, first thing in the morning, whether she had been right. In any event, they would not be seeing her in these clothes, an outfit she had bought especially for that night and kept hidden in the back of her closet. Even if they knew she had been late, it would be easier by the next morning. As the cab stopped in front of her house, she got out, paid the fare and silently slipped into the house, just dying to get undressed and go to bed.

She could not have been more wrong about anything. The lights out had given her a false sense of security. Not only were they awake, but they had been up the entire time. They were sitting on the living room couch, silently waiting for her to return. And as they flipped on the switch and saw how she was dressed, the look on their faces told her all she needed to know. They had already spoken to her friends who had come home hours ago. After some coaxing they had told her parents about Dan and that she had stayed to be with him, even though they had warned her about her curfew. There was no way that she was going to get out of this one easily.

The calm of her Dad’s voice belied the disappointment and distrust he was feeling. The look in his eyes said it all as he looked her over from top to bottom. The short skirt that showed off her long legs, the tight blouse that accentuated her proud breasts, the high heels that she was now quite uncomfortable wearing. Her Mom looked like she just wanted to cry and was the first one to speak. “We were so worried about you – You have given us the night from hell here” she said, a tear running down her cheek. “What makes you think you have the right to do this to us?” she asked.

She stammered, trying to think of something to say but no words came out. She knew they were right. She knew that she had let them down and now she was going to pay the price for doing it. She knew it would be a long while before they would trust her again. Next her Dad said, “And look at the way you are dressed – Just like a little harlot. No daughter of mine is going to look like that in public.” With that, he stood up, grabbed me by my long hair and pulled me over to where he had been sitting on the sofa. With little effort, I was over his knee, my legs flailing in the air, as he held me down, close to him.

 

The spanks began rapidly and there was no warm up period here. Dad’s hand kept going up and down on my ass like a piston. Spank, Spank, Spank. Each smack harder than the previous one. Each one covered a different section of my ass than the one before. Each one making me twist and turn just a little bit more. The whole time, they were both lecturing me on my misdeeds. “What were you doing out there?” they asked. “What did you let that boy do to you?” they kept repeating. Words did not come to me and I merely whimpered and cried as each new blow landed on my hot bottom, already red and tender through the thin dress and panties.

Mom spoke next. “Well, maybe she was fucking that boy” she said. “I wouldn’t be a bit surprised from the way she is dressed – I always say when you dress like a slut you act like a slut” said Dad. “Perhaps we need to inspect her and check this out for ourselves” Dad added. Mom nodded and came over close to where we were situated.

“Inspected” I thought, “What were they talking about.” I was soon to find out. Mom stood me up in front of Dad and started to remove my clothing, piece by piece. First came the low cut, tight blouse I had used to catch Dan’s eye. That was now in a heap on the floor. I was starting to blush, varying shades of pink standing in my sheerest bra in front of them. Next, Mom reached behind me and unhooked the bra, removing that as well and adding it to the pile. I started to say that I was too old, that I was a woman, that they could no longer do this to me. One look at them and I knew this would be useless and would only incite them further.

Mom grabbed the waistband of my skirt and unhooked it. Then she lowered the zipper till the skirt fell to the ground and had me step out of it. I was now dressed in only a tiny pair of black thong panties, see through at that, and those beautiful studded thigh high stockings I had worn, as well as my high-heeled shoes. The shoes were next. “It’s about time you came back down to earth” Dad said as the shoes were removed and tossed aside. I couldn’t even look at them now, standing there, nearly naked in front of them. I had done it to myself again and this time I had done it good. I had no idea what else this night held in store for me but I knew it was far from over.

Dad had this look on his face I had never seen before. And to hear my parents say “fuck’ was something I had never dreamed of. But here I was, in front of them, and Dad was staring at my titties quivering in front of him. His eyes went up and down my tight body and I could see he was getting excited just from watching me. I didn’t know whether to be excited or feel revulsion. All I could think of was what they might have in mind for me and what was this “Inspection” they spoke of. Well, I was about to find out. With one swift motion, Dad reached forward and pulled my panties down around my ankles and ordered me to step out of them. I was now totally naked and exposed before them other than the stockings, which, in my opinion, only made things worse. How could they be doing this to me? I was a grown woman of 21 and I would not put up with this. Once again, the thoughts never became words and I stood there, face down, sobbing, red ass for all the world to see.

This time Mom moved forward and grabbed me by my long hair and pulled me over to the back if the couch. She ordered me to bend over the back of the couch and put my hands down on the seat cushion. She also kicked my legs apart so that I was now on full display for the two of them. My pussy was wet from Dan having played with it under my skirt and the evidence of my lust was right there for them to see. They came over and each, in turn, felt the wetness of my pussy as their fingers passed across the pouting lips. I felt a shiver each time they did that and they could tell that I was at once hating and enjoying this whole experience. Mom was the one to say “We need to check her and see if he was inside her. “ I could not believe what I was hearing. This was my mother who was saying this. How could she do this to me, her only daughter. Dad nodded and held me down while Mom slowly started inserting her fingers into my wet and open slit. I jumped as I first felt her digits enter me then strangely found myself moving to feel more and take her deeper. Dad still had this weird smile on his face that I had never before seen. Mom continued to work her fingers into me, first one, then two, then even 3. At 3, I thought I was going to pass out. The sensations were so intense, unlike anything I had ever felt. I was still a virgin, as they would soon find out, intact and unblemished. The few times I had allowed any of the boys to touch me down there, it had not gone nearly as far as this was going now. But it felt so good. It was making me feel like I did when I played with myself in the shower, only deeper and more intense. They were opening up a whole new range of emotions that I had never felt before.

Once she was satisfied that I was still pristine, she removed her fingers and I felt a sudden emptiness. Mom then turned to Dad and winked and he got up and came behind me. “Perhaps he took her ass instead,” said Mom. “You should check that out”. I could not believe what I was hearing. These were my parents who were saying these things. They could not believe these things they were saying nor do these things to me, could they? And then I was to learn that they not only could, but would. The next thing I felt was Mom’s hands spreading my ass cheeks while Dad started working a finger into my tight little ass. “Damn, She is tight,” said Dad. Don’t think anything has ever been up here, but we will check just the same. Dad took a bottle of some liquid he had sitting on the side and put some on his fingers and on my ass. It felt cool as it touched my body. The next thing I felt was two of Dad’s fingers sliding into my tiny little ass and I started to cry in earnest. Not only did it hurt some but the anguish of having to go through this at the hands of my parents was so overwhelming to me. And at the same time, it was strangely erotic. I started bucking back to take his fingers deeper within me, noticing how that made him smile even more broadly.

After some time, they stopped this process, just as I was about to orgasm. I could have done that several times but knew instinctively that doing so would only cause additional problems for me. So, despite my need for release, I forced myself to hold off and not cum.

My ass was now sore from the attention it had received, both inside and outside, and I was long past being embarrassed. Just as I though this ordeal might be over, Mom grabbed me and threw me over her knee and started wailing away at my tender ass cheeks. “You will never do this to us again, will you?” No, I cried, No, Never. I will be the good little girl that you expect me to be and listen to Mommy and Daddy. No I will not misbehave. The words kept coming as the spanks kept coming. After what seemed like hours and hundreds of spanks from both of them, alternating between spanking me and lecturing me, they sent me off to bed to think about what I had done and to come up with an appropriate response for them in the morning. I was sobbing endlessly at this point as I promised to obey and behave and never again have to undergo this sort of treatment. I was allowed to leave the room, naked, and head off to the sleep that would come slowly and fitfully.

And, as I processed all the feelings I had felt in the course of the last few hours, I knew this would not be the last time any of this would happen to me; That I would find a way to make this happen again and again, and in the very near future.