Eighteenth Birthday Blues

By Phil K

At the sound of her father’s car in the driveway Katie froze. All day she’d known she was in deep trouble – and now it was here.

This wasn’t at all usual. Normally, her Dad getting home was one of her favourite moments in the day. She’d run downstairs as he opened the front door, straight into his arms, and he’d hug her and say “Hey Katie – how’s my favorite girl?” But today seemed likely to be rather different.

And it should have all been so wonderful, too – because this was the week of her eighteenth birthday. An event she’d been looking forward to for ages.

How could it all have gone so wrong?

Her birthday itself, of course, was a big family occasion. Everybody had showed up, four generations from all over the country, and there’d been fun and food and dancing and laughter. That had all been great, everything she’d expected.

Then on the Friday Katie had arranged to go out for a celebratory evening with Angie and Ginny, her two best friends. A real girls’ night out. Which would have been fine. Except that at the last minute Ginny had rung up and said, “Hey, you know I’ve got my cousin Sammi staying with me? Would it be OK if she came along too? You’ll like her – she’s really cool!”

Sammi was from Chicago. She was 18 too – no older than the rest of them – but somehow she seemed it. Not that she made a big thing of how sophisticated she was – but everything she said seemed to reveal that she knew more and had done more than any of them, in their little Indiana town. And without anyone’s intending it, the evening had got more and more competitive, as all three of them tried to show they were just as cool and streetsmart as Sammi. Especially Katie. She was very conscious that, having only turned eighteen a few days before, she was by some months the youngest of them, and she was determined that no one was going to treat her as the baby of the party. Whatever any of the others were going to try, to do, to dare, she was going to be right up there with them. And she was, too, until things started getting rather hazy….

Just after midnight, three rather alarmed girls delivered Katie back to her house. Her beautiful new clothes, birthday gifts, were crumpled and soiled; her hair was a mess; and her breath smelled rankly of liquor and reefers. Angie and Ginny, one on each side, helped her into the hallway, with Sammi hovering nervously in the background. “Gee, I’m sorry, Uncle Dick, Aunt Betty,” said Angie (she wasn’t really their niece, but their two families had been close for years), “I think Katie’s a little… er….” She released Katie, who took a step forward and burped in a most unladylike fashion. “Hi Mom, hi Dad,” she slurred, “shwas a – great evening.” She burped again, and threw up quite spectacularly on the hall carpet, splattering her dad’s shoes.

“Ooops,” said Katie, and giggled.

Later that night, after Richard and Betty Campbell had cleaned up their beloved only daughter and poured her into bed, they had a serious discussion.

“But honey, you can’t!” protested Betty. “She’s eighteen – she’s much too old to be spanked!”

“Reckon so?” retorted her husband. “Well, that may be the thinking in your family. But I know Dad spanked both my sisters way past their eighteenth birthdays – and they were all the better for it. We’ve been letting Katie get away with far too much for far too long, honey – and tonight’s just about the last straw. D’you realise half the town must have seen her in that state? No, I’m sorry – but she’s got to be taught a real lesson this time. And I don’t know a better way to do it – and make sure it sticks – than a good old-fashioned across-the-knee bare-bottom spanking.”

“Bare bottom?” exclaimed his wife, horrified. “Oh Dick, no, you can’t – it’ll be too humiliating for her!”

“I bet it will,” answered Richard Campbell sternly. “That’s precisely why I plan to do it. Humiliation’s a key part of the punishment, darling. If she’s going to act like a naughty, irresponsible little girl then she’ll be damn well treated like one!”

“Couldn’t you just let her off with a grounding?” pleaded Betty. “I’m sure she won’t do it again.”

“We’ve let her off a sight too many times already,” said her husband grimly. “And what good has it done? Grounding’s useless – you know she’d only wheedle her way out of it. Let’s face it, Betty – we’ve spoilt that girl. You even more than me. In fact, my girl, I’ve a damn good mind to put you across my knee too. You’re way overdue, and I reckon it’d do you a heap of good!”

Betty blushed. In the early years of their marriage she’d more than once found herself turned over her handsome young husband’s knee to have her bare bottom soundly paddled. It hadn’t happened for a while though, and more than once she’d found herself thinking back to those loving disciplinary sessions with a nostalgic smile.

“Well, honey, if you think I deserve it -” she murmured demurely….

Katie, luckily, was dead to the world. Otherwise she might have been somewhat alarmed to hear, emanating from her parents’ bedroom, the sound of hand and hairbrush being vigorously applied at some length to her mother’s bare and still very shapely bottom, accompanied by yelps of mingled pain and excitement – and followed, in due course, by sounds of intimate activity of a rather different kind.

Though the next day was Saturday, Richard Campbell had to go into work. As owner and MD of his small but thriving company, he found he needed to work about one Saturday in four to keep on top of the paperwork – a small price to pay, he reckoned, for total independence and the satisfaction of running his own life. After breakfast he took leave of his wife with a warm kiss – and a swift slap on her still tender rear that made her jump and yip.

“Oww! Cruel beast!” she exclaimed, but hugged him warmly and kissed him again. “You know, honey,” she whispered, “we should do that more often. All of it….”

“You bet, my sweet brat,” said her husband, grinning, as he landed a matching swat on her other cheek. “It’ll be a pleasure! OK, darling, see you around 5.00. Oh, and tell Katie to be home waiting for me. I meant what I said last night, you know.”

Betty looked worried. “You won’t be too hard on her, Dick, will you?”

“No harder than she deserves,” he responded grimly.

Katie woke up well past eleven, feeling as though several small creatures armed with hammers were trying to demolish her head – from the inside. Her mouth tasted as though something rather slimy had crawled in there to die. “Euuurghhh!” she groaned, and hauled herself into the bathroom. About forty minutes later she emerged, feeling marginally more human, and made her way shakily downstairs.

Her mother was in the kitchen. “Hi Mom,” said Katie, slumping into a chair. “Hey, I feel pretty terrible. Guess I must’ve overdid it a bit last night, huh?”

“You could say that,” remarked Betty, none too sympathetically. “Young lady, d’you recall what state you were in when your friends brought you home last night?”

Memory started to return to Katie. “Oh god,” she groaned. “Did I…?”

“You certainly did, my girl,” said Betty. In a few brief, well-chosen phrases she described the events of the previous night. Katie sank lower and lower in her chair, her head in her hands. “Ohhhhhhh shit!” she moaned.

“Yes indeed,” said her mother, “and that is exactly what you’re in, daughter of mine, when your dad gets home. I’m disappointed in you, honey, but he’s downright furious. He wants to see you when he gets home this evening – and I don’t think it’s anything you’re going to enjoy.”

“Well, guess I deserve a real good scolding,” murmured the pretty teenager.

“If that’s all you get away with, young lady,” said her mother meaningfully, “you can count yourself lucky. Very lucky.”

Still feeling rocky, Katie did no more than pick at her lunch, then headed back up to her room. The forthcoming interview with her dad hung over her; it wouldn’t be any picnic, that was for sure. But what was the worst it could be? He’d scold her, of course, and she’d hate seeing the disappointed look in his eyes that his cherished only daughter could have let him down so badly. But then what? Probably she’d get grounded for a week or so; well, she could live with that, and in any case she usually managed to charm her way out of a grounding after a day or two. So it’s not really gonna be that bad, she told herself. But at the same time, there was something in her mother’s remarks that had her worried.

To stop herself brooding, she decided to phone her friends from last night and compare notes on how their parents had reacted. She phoned Angie first. No problems, said Angie; her mom had just groused a bit, but left it at that. Which was pretty much what Katie had expected. Angie’s mom, a single parent, more or less let her daughter do as she pleased. But then Angie added, “Hey, have you talked to Ginny? I phoned her about an hour ago and she sounded really strange. She wouldn’t say much, but I got the idea she was scared about something. You know, her dad can be pretty strict.”

When Katie called Ginny, at first she thought there must be something wrong with the phone. All she could hear was a strange gulping noise, as if the connection was breaking up. But then there came Ginny’s voice through the gulps and sobs. “H- h- hello?”

“Ginny? You ok?”

“Oh god, Katie, I – I – ” Ginny started sobbing again.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“It – it was Dad – he – he found out about last night – ” Ginny gradually managed to get her voice under some sort of control, though the sobs kept coming. “He – heard about it from someone who saw us in that last place we were in, where we met those guys? And then he phoned your dad at work. And he – he was so mad! He sent Sammi and me to our rooms, and then he went out and came back with this – this paddle he’d bought in Jenks’s hardware store….”

Katie had seen those paddles. Mr Jenks kept them hanging up above the counter of his store. They were of seasoned maplewood. On one side was inscribed “ Board of Education”. On the other was a drawing of a deer being followed by a bear, and under it the words, “For A Little Deer with a Bear Behind”. She’d always assumed they were a joke. Surely nobody these days would actually use something as archaic as that?

“Ginny,” she gasped, “you mean your dad paddled you?”

“You – you bet!” gulped Ginny. “And how! He’s never done that before! I mean – he’s spanked me, and even used his belt – but a paddle! Oh god, Katie – it really hurt! First he spanked me with his hand, then when my butt was all hot and sore he started in with the paddle! Owww! So hard – and for so long! Honest, I thought he’d never stop! I was crying and yelling and howling – all the neighbours must have heard! I thought my bottom was going to burst into flame!”

“And now – he’s spanking Sammi! Listen!”

Katie had been aware of noises in the background while Ginny was talking, but now as her friend held the phone away from her ear she could distinguish them clearly. Crisp, rhythmic smacks, the sound of a hard male hand making vigorous contact with a soft bare teenage female bottom, interspersed with desperate wails: “Owww! Oh please, Uncle Joe, that hurts! Oww-oww-owww! I’m sorry! Sorrysorrysorry! OWWWW! Oh please, no more!”

“Sammi is getting spanked?” It was impossible to imagine. Self-possessed, streetsmart Sammi from Chicago, who seemed so grown-up and sophisticated, turned over her uncle’s lap with her panties down and spanked on her bare bottom like a naughty little girl?

“He phoned Uncle Frank – her dad,” explained Ginny, “and told him I was gonna get spanked and what should he do about Sammi? Uncle Frank sounded furious – Dad put him on speakerphone, so Sammi could hear just what he said. And he told Dad, ‘She’s under your roof, Joe – she’s under your discipline. Give her just what you’re gonna give young Ginny – paddle that sassy little rear of hers but good. Oh, and tell her she’s due another good hard spanking when she gets home, for abusing your hospitality!’ So he – oh god, listen! I think she’s about to get the paddle!”

In the background the steady smacking sound had stopped. Tearful female whimperings – a stern deep male voice – and then a frantic wail: “Oh no, Uncle Joe! Please, no! Not the paddle! Not that! Please!”

Pause. CRACK!!

“Yeeee-OWWWW!” Even through the phone, Sammi’s squeal made Katie’s stomach drop. CRACK! “AieeEEE!” CRACK! “Yaa-HAAAH!” Again and again the cruel paddle descended. Absurdly, Katie found herself wondering which side Joe was using on Sammi’s defenceless rear end – the Board of Education side, or the bear-and-deer side? “Ginny,” she stammered, “I can’t – I mean, it’s all just too – I gotta go! Call you later, ok?” And she switched off the phone and lay back on her bed, her whole body shaking.

Surely these days everyone agreed girls were much too old to be spanked at eighteen? But then Ginny’s dad evidently didn’t – not by a long way. Poor Ginny. And poor Sammi. Thank heavens, thought Katie, that her dad would never do anything like that. Would he?

But what had her Mom been talking about?

Tormented by these and other thoughts, Katie drifted into a restless doze. When she woke, it was nearly five o’clock. As she listened, she heard the sound of her father’s car entering the driveway. All day she’d known she was in deep trouble – and now it was here.

As she got up off the bed, she heard her dad come in. She opened her bedroom door a crack and listened. From below, a brief conversation. The front door again. Had he gone away – maybe changed his mind? She dashed to the window. Her mother was marching determinedly down the drive with an air of, ‘OK, I want no part of this!’ Katie’s heart dropped. Then she heard her dad’s voice.

“Katherine – would you come down here now, please?” Uh oh. Not ‘Katie’ – the formal ‘Katherine’. Not good.

Panic. Anything to buy time. “Oh hi, Daddy. I’m not feeling too good. I’ll be down later, OK?”

His voice brooked no argument. “Katherine Jane Campbell – get yourself down here now.”

Oh god – her full name. This was bad.

Reluctantly, she made her way downstairs. Her dad’s voice came from his study. “In here, young lady.”

He was sitting at his desk, flicking through the mail. As she came in he glanced up and, without smiling, gestured to a nearby chair. She sat down, watching him unhappily. After a moment he put down the letters, looked at her and sighed.

“You probably don’t remember much of how you were when you got in last night, do you?”

“Not a lot,” she admitted shamefacedly. “But Mom told me.”

He nodded briefly. “Katie, I never thought I’d see you like that. Frankly, I thought you had more sense.”

“I’m really sorry, Dad. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I don’t think that quite covers it, young lady. Do you? You were in a disgusting state. You’d been drinking and smoking pot. And now I learn that you were seen in public with some out-of-town boys in a parking lot, behaving pretty shamelessly. No wonder your clothes were in such a mess.”

Katie’s face burned as the memories trickled back to her. Oh god, she thought, was that really me?

“This is a pretty small town. By now, I’d guess just about everyone knows what you and your friends were up to last night. How d’you think I feel, having to face them?”

“Oh Dad, I’m so, so sorry,” she groaned.

“Well, maybe you are. But nowhere near as sorry as you’re going to be, young lady. Katie, I’ve come to realise I’ve been far too lenient with you. Over the past two or three years you’ve been getting steadily brattier, sassier and seriously out of hand – and nothing we say or do seems to have much effect. Oh sure, you’re always promising better behaviour – but your promises don’t seem to count for much, do they?”

“Well, I think it’s time for a drastic change of tactics. Maybe I’ve been neglecting my duties as a father. Maybe this is something I should have done a long time ago. But from now on, young lady – and just as long as you remain living under my roof – every time you screw up badly like you did last night, or get out of line and start acting sassy with us” – he paused and gave her a hard stare – “then, my girl, here’s what you can expect. I intend to put you across my knee, take down your panties and give you a damn good spanking on your bare bottom. Starting right now!”

Katie gaped. “A spanking? But – but you can’t! I’m 18 – I’m much too old to be spanked!”

“Think so, my girl? Well, you’re about to learn different.” Richard Campbell stood up, moved over to the sofa and beckoned his daughter over. “Come here please, Katie.”

Reluctantly she stood up and came over to where he sat. “But Daddy….”

“But nothing, Katie. No arguments, no excuses. It’s too late for that. You’re going to get the spanking of your life, young lady – one that you won’t forget in a hurry. Now lower your jeans, please.”

Katie opened her mouth to protest again, but seeing the look in her father’s eye she thought better of it. Pouting sulkily, she unzipped her skin-tight jeans and lowered them to her knees. Taking her by the hand, Richard drew his teenage daughter down over his lap, positioning her with her plump young bottom uppermost, sweetly rounded and all ready for punishment.

All ready – except for one detail. Katie’s brief black panties, closely hugging her ripe rearward contours, left most of her bottom-cheeks exposed, and provided scant protection to those parts they did cover. But Richard knew that the psychological effect on his wayward daughter of a spanking administered on her wholly bared bottom would be all the greater.

“Right, young lady,” he said, taking the panties by the waistband, “we’ll just have these down.”

“Oh no, please, Daddy!” begged Katie. “Not on the bare! Please don’t!”

But Richard was merciless. “I promised you a bare-bottom spanking, my girl – and that’s just what you’re going to get.” Slowly but inexorably he peeled down the flimsy garment, down over the peachy mounds and halfway down her thighs, well clear of the target area.

Bared and defenceless, Katie’s shapely young bottom presented an appealing sight. Richard gently stroked the soft hemispheres, feeling them quiver at his touch as if trembling at the fate that was about to befall them. No question of it, he thought – he had been remiss in his duties as a father. If ever a girl was designed to be spanked soundly and often, it was this errant daughter of his. And he should have taken the hint and seen to it that, growing up, she received all the spankings she was so ideally shaped for and so richly deserved. Still, from now on he intended to make up for lost time.

Taking a firm grip with his left hand on the small of Katie’s back, Richard Campbell raised his right hand and spanked. Hard.

Smack!!

“Owww!”

Smack!!

“Owww!”

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

“Owww! Yowww! Oh Daddy, please, I’m – yeee-owww! – sorry! I promise I won’t – aaah-haaah! – do it again!”

“You’d better not, my girl – not if you know what’s good for you!”

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

“Owwww! Oh daddy, stop, please! Aaaah! Owww! Oh it hurts! It really – owww-owww-owww!! – hurts!”

“That, my girl,” retorted her father, still spanking away with unabated vigour, “is just what spankings are supposed to do!”

After only a dozen spanks, a warm pink blush was beginning to suffuse the pale mounds of Katie’s cutely rounded bottom. Richard paused briefly to admire it, then settled down to spanking her hard and steadily, smacking left and right on the jouncing young cheeks, taking good care to cover the whole shapely target area and paying special attention to her sit spot – the plump, sensitive undercurve where bottom meets thigh.

With each ringing spank the pretty teenager yelped and gasped, her legs kicking and her auburn hair tossing wildly. She could hardly believe this was happening to her – she, a sophisticated young woman of eighteen, being turned over her dad’s lap and spanked! Spanked good and hard on her bare bottom like a naughty little girl! It was indecent – ignominious – shameful! Even more incredible that her beloved daddy, who always adored her and called her his own little princess, should treat her like this!

But incredible though it might be, it was certainly happening. The stinging heat building up in her defenceless rear end was more than enough proof of that. Not since she was eight years old had Katie ever been spanked – and that had been a mere nothing, a few swats from her mother on the seat of her skirt, although she’d pouted indignantly about it at the time. But this was something else – a real honest-to-goodness old-fashioned bare-bottomed spanking, one designed to keep her nether cheeks hot and sore for a long time to come.

“Owww!” she wailed dolefully. “Oh please, Daddy, no more! Owww owww owww! Oh it hurts! I’m sorry, really – owwww! – I am! I promise I’ll – yoww-owww! – be good! Oh stop, pleeeease! Owww! Owww! OWWW!”

But all poor Katie’s pleas and protests were to no avail. With fierce resolve, Richard Campbell continued to spank his naughty teenage daughter’s soft, squirming cheeks. The warm pink blush that now suffused her pretty young bottom made it look even prettier – just as her mother’s had only the night before. Like mother, like daughter, he thought – how could he have been so obtuse? One of the first things that had attracted him to the 17-year-old Betty Morahan had been her cute rearward curves, temptingly emphasised by bottom-hugging denim. “Now there’s a girl it’d be a whole lot of fun to spank,” he’d thought – followed very soon after, when he discovered what a provocative little brat she could be, by “And boy – how she deserves it!” (And followed not long after that, as the secretly-delighted Betty lay yelping and squealing across her handsome young boyfriend’s knee, her peachy mounds jouncing beneath his stinging swats, by “Hey – this is even more fun than I expected!”) Some girls, the 19-year-old Richard Campbell had realised, just need to be soundly spanked on a regular basis, and are shaped accordingly by wise Mother Nature to give slow-witted males the necessary hint.

But somehow over the years, that piece of wisdom had unaccountably faded from his mind. Well, from now on he would make up for his lack of perspicuity – both as regarded his wife and his sweet teenage brat of a daughter. Spankings – good old-fashioned over-the-knee bare-bottomed spankings, laid on long and hard – were back on the house menu with a vengeance, and neither of the Campbell womenfolk would be allowed to forget it.

Not that Katie was currently in much danger of doing so. Already her all-too-vulnerable rearward curves felt about ready to burst into flame, and still her father’s palm continued to crack down remorselessly on the defenceless target area. Would he never stop? “Owwww!” she wailed. “Oh please, please, Daddy – yeee-owiee! – no more! That’s – owww! - enough!”

“I’ll decide when it’s enough, my girl,” responded her father mercilessly. But after a couple of minutes he did pause, and stroked the quivering, rosy mounds, now glowing hot to the touch. “That’s warmed you up very nicely, my sweet,” he told her, “so now your real spanking can start.”

“That wasn’t a real spanking?” thought Katie, bewildered. Her bottom, glowing hot and stinging like fury, certainly felt as if it had been spanked for real – and then some. Glancing apprehensively over her shoulder, she saw her father reach over and pick up from his desk the very same type of paddle that Ginny had described. Richard Campbell, it seemed, had also paid a visit to Jenks’s store. “Oh no, Daddy, please!” she wailed. “Not the paddle, please! My poor bottom’s so sore and tender already!”

“Exactly,” was her father’s unsympathetic response. “Once a girl’s had her bottom well warmed up by hand, that’s just when a good paddling can be most effective. As you’re about to find out, young lady!”

“Oooooh!” groaned Katie as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father raise the paddle high in the air. The next moment….

“Yeee-owwww!”

The pretty teenager yelped and squirmed desperately. Now she knew what her dad had meant about a ‘real spanking’! His hand had hurt plenty – but it was nothing compared to the paddle’s cruel kiss. On her already tender and sensitive rearward curves it stung like fire.

And over the next few minutes, Katie Jane Campbell went on to yelp and squirm a whole lot more. Relentlessly the hard wooden paddle rose and fell, deepening the vivid blush on her soft full jiggling bottom-cheeks until they glowed cherry-red. Frantically she begged for mercy, promising every kind of angelic behaviour. But as Richard Campbell well knew, when a naughty girl is having her bare bottom soundly spanked, she’ll promise damn near anything. And he was determined that this, his beloved but wayward teenage daughter’s first real spanking, should be one she wouldn’t forget for a long time.

So, hardening his heart, disregarding her squeals and increasingly tearful pleas, he continued to paddle her burning, quivering bottom for a good five minutes or more. Well before he finished she ceased to wriggle and squirm but lay submissively across her father’s lap, acquiescing in her punishment. This spanking was hurting worse than anything she had ever experienced, but in some strange way she felt utterly loved and cherished – yes, and protected even. This, Katie realised, was what she had needed all her life; this was what she deserved; and she accepted it.

At last her father put down the paddle, lifted the whimpering, sobbing teenager up off his lap and hugged her closely while she wept shuddering tears on his shoulder. “It’s over, Katie,” he murmured, “and I’m proud of you. You took it very well.”

She hugged him back, gulping through her sobs. “Oh Daddy, I’m so sorry – so sorry I let you down. And – and thanks for spanking me so good. I know I deserved it.”

He laughed warmly. “You sure did, honey. And remember – from now on, spanking’s back on the menu whenever it’s needed. I’m going to hang this paddle up here on the wall, just to remind you. But now get yourself back up to your room, and I’ll find some soothing cream to rub on that hot sore bottom of yours.”

The cream helped, and so did the touch of his gentle fingers, soothing the sting of her blazing bottom cheeks. But what consoled Katie even more, as she lay there afterwards (face down, of course) in the dark and quiet of her room was the knowledge that she was loved and cherished and utterly forgiven.

And, rather to her surprise, she found further consolation. As the pain of her spanking gradually eased, it transmuted itself into a glowing heat that suffused the whole of her nether regions. Unbidden, her fingers slipped down between her legs, and soon brought her to the most glorious, mind-blowing climax she had ever enjoyed.

“Oh wow,” she thought as she slipped into deep, warm, post-orgasmic sleep, “if that’s what spanking can lead to, maybe I should be naughty a bit more often….”