Apologise, not that it did me much good

"I, I'm sorry," I found myself saying "I don't know what I was thinking. Of course Brad should fuck the twins if he wants to…"

It was the strangest feeling, I was still me, still the same girl my folks raised to know her own mind and stand her ground even to them. And at the same time I was nothing, lower than a dog to the men in my life. Whatever they wanted me to do, no matter how degrading, I would have to obey. I wanted to scream, to run away, to bravely stand up for myself but instead I offered my apology and sat meekly awaiting my family's judgement.

"Young lady, we raised you better than to cause such a scene," Dad told me his voice stern "I think it's about time I reminded you of your place in this family."

He stood and walked around the table to me unbuckling a wide leather belt. Had he been wearing that before? I couldn't be sure but I didn't think he had. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and dragged me to my feet before forcing me to bend over the table, planting my face between a bowl of green beans and the joint of beef. I whimpered softly but offered no resistance as he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down taking my panties with them. My face burned as he exposed my ass and pussy to everyone. In a moment of surreal detachment I wished I'd thought to trim my bush today. Like my personal grooming mattered at that point.

"Ah!" I squealed as Daddy's belt slashed a line of pain across my rump.

Again and again the strap fell on my ass and thighs while I wriggled in my father's iron grip. Through a haze of pain and tears I could see my whole family watching me. Rosa shifted uncomfortably in her chair and refused to meet my eye. Brad watching on intently clearly enjoying the show. The twins giggled together an odd mix of embarrassed and excited, like they'd acted as kids when movies would have kissing scenes. Brad, the little shit, leering as he filmed my humiliation on his phone. Most surprising was mom's reaction, she leaned in,her face flushed, licking her lips in nervous excitement. I could hardly believe it but it seemed my punishment was turning her on!

Finally after what felt like forever he finally relented leaving me a whimpering sobbing mess slumped across the family dinning table my ass a bonfire of pain. He leaned in close to speak in my ear one strong rough hand resting on my abused behind.

"Now don't make such a fuss," he told me not harshly but in a tone that expected obedience "I don't enjoy hurting you but I won't have you embarrassing this family. You have to learn proper behavior and obey your brothers and I without question."

I didn't care much for his idea of "proper behavior" but I liked the idea of more punishment even less.