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I entered through the back door of the house to find my Father sitting at the kitchen table carving a bar of soap. I had been in such a good mood up until that time, I had a date for the night with a boy from school and I was on cloud nine. I dropped my backpack on the floor and stood looking at my father. I hadn't seen him carve soap since my mother had passed on 3 years earlier.
I sat at the table across from him and looked at him with sad eyes. I knew when my Father was carving soap someone was to get punished and my Mother was long gone so I knew the soap bars were meant for me.
I had never been Soap stick punishment stories to them but I remember hearing my Mothers sobs in the night and I would spy on her and Dad to find out why. One night I saw my mother kneeling on the floor in the corner with her bottom bright red and she had a big thing sticking out from her bottom. I could tell that it was a soap bar and she was crying as she knelt there. One time I saw her on all fours with a tube stuck into her butt hole and her bottom was damn near black and blue. I was now looking at a small water glass that housed one of the soap bars.
It was carved in a form of a T and it sat on the edges of the glass with its tip sticking down into the water about an inch. The tip was thinner but it widened at the top and he had notches in the soap so that the T was made. Along with the one in the glass one was sitting on the table and he was working on a third. He said that you have been tardy to your classes a lot Your first period class and your class after lunch.
A shiver went down my spine. Oh god they called him to tell him about my tardiness. I had just gotten my and he gave me the old pinto to drive, I found myself late to a lot of classes because I enjoyed driving around with my friends.
I bowed my head and looked at my hands that were in my lap clinching each other until my knuckles were white. You are grounded for a month and no car for the rest of the school year. He kept working on the soap bar and said "I can and I will young lady It used to be your mothers". I slowly got up from the table and picked my backpack up from where it was dropped and headed to the hall where the phone was. I called my friend and told him I was grounded for being tardy from class and had to cancel our date.
I was crying as I hung up the phone. I started up the stairs and I wondered what he had in mind for my punishment. I usually got spankings is all on my bare bottom with his bare hand, but this time would be different I could just tell. I guess he thought I was old enough to endure what my Mother had for years. I remembered my mother would plead with him not to use up all the soap bars for her punishment. She would sit and watch as he carved each one, knowing that she was to be punished for burning dinner or over spending the budget.
When I entered my room there laying on the bed was the white cotton nightgown that my Mom would where from time to time as she got punished. I grabbed it and held it to my face and cried into its soft worn fabric. I could smell her scent on it and it made me even more afraid of what was to happen to me. I slowly took off my clothes Soap stick punishment stories thought about how long it had been since I had been punished. Had it been five or six years. Tears rolled down my face as I pulled the garment over my head and down over my body. It was slightly baggy but it fit, and I then felt that the back had elastic in it so it fit snug around my waist.
I pulled at the back and found that I could open it so that my bottom could be exposed. I looked in the mirror and cried some more as I could see my Mother standing there. I slowly descended the stairs and found him sitting in a chair in the middle of the room with the coffee table at his feet and the soap and cup sitting there. I also saw a large bag hanging from a nail by the corner of the room and a large beige tube looped around it with something big on its end.
I slowly walked over to his side Soap stick punishment stories he took my hand and pulled me over his lap so that my bottom was up in the air. I was now looking at the floor and I held onto the chair legs. He shifted his leg and placed one up onto the table to heighten my bottom even more. The elastic was now cradled in the crease between my bottom and my upper legs, and held there so that he had a full view of my unblemished bottom.
I felt his callused hand on my bottom and then he raised it and landed it right in the middle of my butt. I tried to lunge forward to escape the pain that shot through me. The spanking came hard and soon my bottom stung and felt on fire I tried to squirm away but all I was able to do is tighten my grip on the legs of the chair and cry.
He gave me a few more smacks and I cried out with each. He then stopped and rubbed my bottom with his hand and it was so sore his callused hand hurt it as it rubbed. I struggled to get up but he held me tight. He eland forward and took something from the table. I feared it was a soap stick and I protested. I cried for him not to put it in me remembering my Mothers sobs. But I was just answered with three more quick hard slaps.
I took a deep breath as I felt his fingers of his hand separate my cheeks wide and I struggled to close them and he spanked me with three hard swats again. I groaned as I slowly let go of the muscles in my bottom and let him spread my butt cheeks to expose my most private part. He had never done this before and I was quite embarrassed that my Father was looking at my hole. My red sore bottom was now parted and my hole was well exposed. Daddy please" I then felt something hard and mushy at my backside at my private little hole. I felt some pressure as he pushed it part way into my anus.
I felt more pressure and the mushy part was now in me and I could feel the hardness of the soap stick move into me. Oh god Oh Daddy It burns As I pushed so did he and the stick widened my anus even more. I cried and pleaded with him and I tried to sit up against the burning pain that was growing in my bottom.
He just kept his arm tight around the small of my back and he was now pulling and pushing at the soap stick in and out of me. The burning grew and I was sobbing as he pushed the stick into me and the T's head fit Soap stick punishment stories my butt cheeks and up against my sore anus. He then rubbed my bottom and lifted his hand and swatted me several more times.
As each slap hit my bottom the burning went deeper into me filling my bottom with a stinging pain. But I was answered once again with three more hard swats. He then pulled me up and my Soap stick punishment stories went to my bottom but he held them to my side and took me to the corner where my mother used to kneel. I cried at the pain and the embarrassing position that he wanted me in.
I bent over and got on all fours and placed my face into the corner so that my head was right up against the walls. I could feel my tears drip from my face and I sobbed just like my mother had. The gown held its position below my buttocks so that I was fully exposed to him. My anus pulsed with the pain.
I tried to push but not to much so the stick would come out. Your just like your Mother I would give her an inch and she too would take a mile Now you are following in her footsteps and if you don't get into line you will have to get punished just like she did.
He lectured me while I sobbed in the corner and my bottom burned with the melting soap. Oh now I knew why my Mother had sobbed so hard during her punishments, she was hurting inside and out. I started to squirm and shift my body as the soap made its way deeper into me. He continued to talk to me about my behavior and then he came up behind me and pulled the stick out part way, I could tell that it was now much smaller but it burned even more as he pushed it back in so it locked between my cheeks. I kneeled there for what seemed like hours before he came back to my exposed burning hole and took the top of the T from my cheeks, and pushed the rest into my rectum.
Please it hurts too much. I then felt something cold and mushy at my bottom again and he slowly pushed it into me. He then went on to explain what a enema was and that they can be used to punish girls that are bad. He told me how he was going to give me a nice big enema so that I will remember to get to class on time. We were both quiet for a while except for my grunts, groans, and my sobs. I tried to breath Soap stick punishment stories lessen the burning that grew deeper and my colon trying to reject the soap that made its way inside of me.
I would take another spanking anytime over the feeling of having to Soap stick punishment stories but refused to do so. Oh how I felt for my Mother as I kneeled there just like she had so many times before. I was now crying for her to help me as the burning increased. I then felt my Father at my rear and he parted my cheeks to inspect the second soap stick. He took it from my bottom and broke the top off and then reinserted the two pieces with his finger. I then felt something cold at my hole and I looked around to see the tube descending toward my bottom.
I need to go real bad. I felt the tip of the nozzle slowly enter into my anus and I screamed out as it burned and widened my hole.
I groaned as the nozzle stretched my small anus and it felt as if I would tear in two. I then felt my anus clamp down around a small portion of the nozzle and I sighed with relief. I placed my head back into the corner and felt the cool water take some of the burning away. The water was running in very slowly and I could feel the coolness rise with in me.
I could tell that he went and sat back in his chair and was watching as my bottom filled with the cold water. The feeling was different Soap stick punishment stories first but soon I started to cramp and feel full. I was on my hands and knees with a tube up my bottom and I started to grown as the cramps got worse and my tummy growled to be released. I sobbed as the cramps worsened and my legs began to shake along with the rest of my body.
I just couldn't believe he was doing this to me. I could feel my insides twist and turn with the soapy water and I continued to cry as the water slowly filled me up. It took about 20 minutes before I heard him clamp the tubing. I felt the nozzle being pulled from me and I got up as soon as it was out. My belly bulged with the water and I bent over and held my tummy as I raced for the bathroom. I sat down hard on the stool and exploded with milky white water, and stool.
I cried out as the soapy water passed my anus into the bowl. It burned just to go to the bathroom, but wave after wave of fluid escaped me, and I started to get light headed, I thought I might pass out. I slowly made my way to the couch where my father sat. He took me in his arms and held me on his lap so that my head was on his shoulder. I Soap stick punishment stories still crying because of the humiliation and the burning in my bottom.
I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked into his face "But Daddy I have learned my lesson and I won't do it again. So I had to punish her each night until she knew that I was serious. I had been tardy nine times to my classes I couldn't think of going what I just went through nine nights. I laid my head back on his shoulder and cried as he rubbed my back. Since it's the weekend you can have two punishments on Saturday and Sunday If you want to get them out of the way?
I thought for quite a while crying even harder at the thought. I then nodded my head and he patted my back as I sat on his lap. I soon feel to sleep in his big arms, I awoke on my bed and him standing over me. I got up onto my knees so that my chest was on the bed, he slowly pulled the elastic band down to expose my bottom.Soap stick punishment stories
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My First Soapstick Punishment