The family paddle

Chuck walked into the room. In his hand he had the family paddle. He had made it in the garage when the girls were young, and would tend to use it only when the girls had really acted up. The paddle was about a foot long, and had three large holes in it to help Chuck swing it harder.

He wasn’t going to use the paddle, but after some convincing from his wife, he decided it was the right choice. She loved it when he used the paddle, hearing the loud smack and see the girls asses change color in a couple of swats. Something about it turned her on.

The girls were not nearly as excited to see the paddle. Their jaws dropped when they saw it in his hand. Instantly both of them had a tingling in their behinds as they remembered the last time they were unfortunate to receive the paddle.

“You two nearly gave your poor mother a heart attack today when she had to break up your little fight,” Chuck lectured, “I think the two of you have earned a date with the paddle tonight. Now, both of you get up and drop em.”

The girls reluctantly stood up. Facing away from their father, they wiggled down their tight skinny jeans and along with thier panties so that their cute, white cheeks faced their parents. Barbra gazed upon the four pale cheeks with a mix sense of arousal and pride. Her girls had grown into such hot teenagers. She wanted so much to give each of their bottoms a tight squeeze, but she knew it would be wrong. Still, she looked on with anticipation for their paddling.

“Bend over,” Chuck commanded. The girls bent downed and grabbed their ankles, exposing their tight lips in between their legs to their parrents. Chuck went over to Sarah first. He held the paddle out across her ass and rested it their for a moment. As he brought it up, Sarah took a deep breath in anticipation. “Oh my god, here it comes,” she thought to herself. Chuck swung the paddle hard right down on Sarah’s trembling fanny.

SMACK

“Ahhowwwww!”

Sarah cried out as the paddle struck her. She jolted forward for a moment and threw her hands to her backside, but she quickly return to position out of fear of disobeying her father. Chuck moved over to the side. He swung the paddle down on Shelly’s ass, which was now shaking as she awaited her turn.

SMACK

“OWWWWIE”

She yelled at the top of her lung’s. The paddle was much worse than getting a few slaps on the butt, and she knew it. Chuck continued to dish out the punishment on the girls.

SMACK

“OoowWWHhhhHowwww”

SMACK

“OWWW DADDY IM SORRRRRYYYY”

SMACK

“DADDDYYY PLEASSSSE!”

SMACK

“AhhhhOOWWWWW!”

The girls were now bawling. There bottoms already stung as if they were both stuffed inside a bee’s nest. Each swat brought out a cry and a plea to their daddy to have mercy on their behinds. Barbra licked here lips watching the poor girls get their just deserts. Each time the paddle struck they would shoot right up and cover their ass, but then get right back in position a moment later to await their next swat. It was as if she was playing peek-a-boo with their tushies.

SMACK

“AHHHHWWEWWOOWWW I’m SORRRYY!”

SMACK

“OWWWWHHHWWEHHWW”

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The girls butts were now officially tanned. Chuck took a step back for a moment to examine his work, as if he were an artist just finished painting two beautiful little portraits. “Alright girls, you can get up now.” The girls stood up out of position, both hands rubbing their burning cheeks as they danced around from the fire that was started on their bottoms. Chuck walked over and hugged his girls, giving each one a kiss on the cheek. “Girls, your mother and I love you. I hope we never have to have this ‘talk’ again.” The girls looked up at their father with their sad puppy dog faces and and nodded. “Alright then, you two say up here and think about what you did. Dinner will be in half an hour,” Chuck told his girls as he and his wife left the room.