The Teasdale Family Tradition

Part Three

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Last Trip to the Naughty Corner

(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-teasdale-family-tradition_22.html)

Rebekah opened gift after lovely gift: blouses and skirts, dresses, more jewelry; all were meant to underscore the fact that she was indeed a woman and no longer a child. She felt a stab of melancholy for her lost childhood, but it soon passed, overcome by the thrill of imagining the vistas of her adult life to come. While she retained a bit of her self-consciousness about being the center of attention, everyone acted as if watching a naked 18-year-old opening presents was the most natural thing in the world. As a result, her nervousness fell away to a surprising degree.

She got to her last gift, and as she realized there was nothing left in the pile, she felt the biggest thrill in the pit of her stomach that she’d felt that day. In a matter of moments, she would be the star attraction in a series of robust birthday spankings! She gulped as she imagined herself stretched out over a series of laps while her mother documented the event with her camera.

Everyone oohed and ahhed over the last gift she opened, a beautiful sapphire bracelet from Aunt Marcie and Uncle Ken. “A most appropriate color, don’t you think?” her uncle observed trenchantly, to the amusement of all (Rebekah included).

“Gee, thanks, Uncle Ken,” Rebekah replied dryly. Her mother then made the announcement.

“On that note, it’s birthday spanking time, everybody!”

This was greeted with enthusiastic applause. An electric current seemed to pass through everyone in the living room, and the roller coaster inside Rebekah’s stomach made its deepest plunge yet.

“So...who goes first?” she asked nervously. Her dad chuckled.

“Sorry, dear; we all know how brilliant you are, so you can’t ‘play dumb.’ You tell us!”

She did know, of course. It was the family member who had most recently acquired birthday spanking privileges by turning 18.

“Why, Stephen Roderick Teasdale, of course,” she said with much more bravado than she felt. Stevie, the boy she’d played with growing up. The boy she’d once accused (with a 14-year-old girl’s cool self-assurance) of being “so immature.” A wave of cheerful laughter went through the room as Stephen rose and strode over, a cheshire cat grin on his face. Rebekah blushed as she stood and Melie pulled the mat out from under her.

The young man sat where Rebekah had been, eyed his cousin and patted his lap. “Let’s get this party started!” he said with enthusiasm.

“GROAN!” Rebekah exclaimed as she draped herself over her cousin’s lap with as much self-possession as she could muster under the circumstances. Her face was the color of a sun-ripened tomato. She heard the click of her mother’s camera and blushed even further, thinking about this moment being digitally captured forever. At least no one outside her immediate family and future husband would ever see it--a small consolation, since the eyes of the whole extended family were glued to the scene at this moment!

“Ready?” Stephen asked.

“As ready as I’m gonna beOWW!”

“ONE!” the family chorused after Stephen’s first, powerful swat to the center of his cousin’s bare behind.

SWAT!

“TWO!”

SWAT!

“THREE!”

“OWW!!”

It had been quite some time since Rebekah had been in this position, and she had frankly forgotten how quickly a well-applied palm could raise fire on a bare bottom. It stung like crazy, and Stephen hadn’t even reached double digits yet!

SWAT!

“FOUR!”

SWAT!

“FIVE!”

“AIEEE!!!”

Rebekah kicked her little bare feet and wondered how her tender behind was going to absorb this kind of assault from eleven more people. By the time her cousin had reached the teens, her rear end was already aflame. For his part, Stephen spanked hard and with gusto right to the end. It was considered a sign of lack of respect for the birthday girl to do anything less.

“And one for good luck!” the family called out.

SWAT!!

“OW! OHH!”

Nineteen down, two hundred and nine to go! Rebekah arose, her face a brilliant red, and kissed her cousin on the cheek as she vigorously rubbed her inflamed behind.

“Thank you, Stephen,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“You’re welcome,” he said, rising with a flushed face. “It was definitely my pleasure!”

Applause broke out for the vigorous young spanker, and he took an exaggerated bow that made the little ones giggle.

“Turn around, baby,” said Mrs. Teasdale, her camera at the ready.

The nice shade of pink Rebekah’s bottom sported brought some oohs and ahhs and more applause. Determined to be a good sport, Rebekah put her hand on her hips and stuck her spanked bottom out as her mother snapped the picture. This brought a great deal of good-natured laughter.

“Excellent job, son,” said Stephen’s dad as the young man resumed his seat.

“Next?” said Mr. Teasdale, surveying the room. Aunt Marcie stood and crossed the room to applause.

“Let’s see if I can get your little hiney the color of your present,” she said to her niece with a wink, guiding the girl expertly over her lap.

“Oh goody, Aunt Marcie.”

SMACK!

“ONE!”

SMACK!

“OWW!”
“TWO!”

And on it went. By the time Aunt Marcie’s turn was over, Rebekah was starting to lose some of her resolve. Her behind was blazing with heat, and she couldn’t help but jump up and down afterwards, rubbing the inflamed region with gusto. The assembled family applauded Aunt Marcie’s no-nonsense, vigorous swats, and the youngsters giggled at Rebekah’s impromptu little dance.

On went the ritual, until the sixth adult present--Rebekah’s other uncle--had taken the birthday girl over his lap. All eyes went to Mr. Teasdale for his special part in the unfolding festivities.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he intoned, “boys and girls. It’s time for this young lady’s behind to get a little rest. It is now my privilege to send my little girl to ‘The Naughty Corner’ for the last time! Off you go, baby!”

He punctuated this directive with a swat to his daughter’s behind. Gentle though it was, Rebekah’s bottom was quite well-cooked at this point, and she gave a little yelp as she trotted over to the infamous “Naughty Corner.” This was where she and her siblings had stood after spankings growing up, displaying their well-warmed behinds. In time-honored fashion, Rebekah folded her arms behind her back-- something her parents had made their kids do to help them avoid the temptation to rub. On the rare occasions that one of them had transgressed this rule, they’d been called back to go over the parental lap again for a quick reminder with the wooden hairbrush that hung from a hook in the corner. It never failed to make an impression, so to speak.

Rebekah hadn’t been punished in that manner since she was thirteen years old, nor was she being punished now. This was a bit of symbolism that was considered key to this rite of passage. After today’s festivities, Rebekah would no longer need to be put in “The Naughty Corner” in any sense by her parents. Instead, she was expected to exercise adult self-restraint and self-discipline.

The family refilled their glasses, enjoying the sight of Rebekah in the corner, her hot pink behind shining like a beacon into the room. Many comments were made, deliberately loud enough for her to hear:

“Nice to see two perfectly matched sets of cheeks, don’t you think?”

“I imagine she’ll find sitting down a bit of a challenge for a few days.”

“Definitely. And just think: her rump is only half-done!”

Rebekah’s ears burned at the running commentary; somehow, not being able to face the people making it made it all the more embarrassing. It took every ounce of her self-control to remain in her childish position at the confluence of the two living room walls. She reminded herself that this was the last time she would have to endure this posture; she looked at the spanking brush hanging from a hook in front of her nose and rejoiced in the fact that her tender bottom would never have to suffer that indignity again. Not that she resented her parents for her strict upbringing in the least: their strictness had always been tempered by great love and affection. That combination was the reason she was such a successful student with a solid sense of her own worth.

She did have six more laps to go over, however, and her behind was already quite sore. She thought wryly how good it was that that birthday spankings came after birthday gifts, and not the other way around. Otherwise, she’d have to open her presents standing up! As uncomfortable as this ten-minute final corner sojourn was, her rear end greatly appreciated the break.

[END PART THREE]

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