There are still plenty of parents who believe in the tried-and-tested parenting methods that have been around for thousands of years. But many of them simply don’t dare to do what they think is right. Quite simply because no girl will remain calm when the leather strap hits her bare flesh. But there is a very simple method to put an end to their urge to communicate.

„Get them ready!“ was Dad’s order after he had read the letter. It was one of those letters that you could tell at first glance came from some authority. This time it came from the grammar school that the daughter of the house attended. It told the shocked parents in meagre words that their daughter had tried to cheat on the last exam and had therefore received the worst mark a teacher could give. Not only was that bad, but the fact that Marina’s promotion was now in jeopardy, as she was a notoriously lazy student and her grades looked rather worrying.

After the girl had received a couple of firm slaps in the face, she spoke up. She had stuck little yellow cheat sheets on her thighs because she knew she wasn’t sufficiently prepared for the exam. It seemed to be a perfect trick, because no teacher would dare push up a student’s skirt to check if she had a cheat sheet. At first, everything had gone well. But when the teacher went through the rows to collect the work, it had happened. One of the pieces of paper had come loose and fluttered right at his feet. That wasn’t just the end of her dream of a good grade. She also knew that she had a real problem.

Her mother knew what to do. She grabbed the girl roughly by the arm and took her to the back of the house. „Go into the bathroom, relieve yourself and undress,“ was the order and the still quite young-looking woman wore an extremely satisfied expression on her face. Marina had become increasingly difficult recently and had come close to being spanked several times. So far, it had only been minor insolence and she had only received a slap in the face. But now she was due and her mother hoped that the girl’s father would beat her up like she had never experienced before.

When the girl came out of the bathroom stark naked and with a pleading look on her face, her mother directed her straight to her room. As always, it looked like a mess. There were clothes lying around everywhere and the box with a leftover pizza was still lying on the desk, stinking. „Clean up first!“ The cheater was told, who certainly had other things to worry about in this situation than putting her scattered clothes back in the wardrobe. But she didn’t hesitate. She obeyed. Naked girls always obey and do as they are told.

She is almost a woman, her mother realized as she watched her daughter restore the neglected room to a presentable state. When the daughter becomes a woman, the relentless ageing process begins for the mother, she realized with resignation. Marina’s hips had widened considerably and her bottom had taken on an unmistakably feminine shape. Her breasts had also almost reached their final shape and were already calling for a bra.

Was it actually okay to punish a girl that age like a small child? Yes, it was, she justified to herself. She was far from being an adult and her father was absolutely right: as long as she was still living under his roof, he would continue to raise her.

When the room was tidied up, the bed was also free of a pile of clothes that had probably been lying there for days. And this bed was about to be the focus of the punishment the little girl was about to receive. She knew the ritual, because it wasn’t the first time her father had trimmed her with the leather strap. And she also knew what was about to happen.

Mother reached into the linen cupboard and took out one of the girl’s panties. She crumpled them up and stuffed them into the teenager’s mouth. And so that she had no chance of regurgitating the intimate garment, mother took a collar, knotted it tightly and the girl was no longer able to utter an unwanted sound. This was important because the family was known for their old-fashioned parenting methods and the neighbors whispered about them. But a girl who screamed and shrieked at the top of her lungs could quickly cause those same neighbors to call the police indignantly. After all, nowadays it was frowned upon to hit disobedient girls and even a harmless slap in the face could very quickly result in the youth welfare office being called.

Father had caught exactly the right moment to enter the room. He overlooked the pleading in his daughter’s eyes. „Tie her down,“ were his only words and he pointed to the bed with its iron headboard and footboard.

Marina was probably already too frightened to think about resisting. So she passively allowed both her wrists to be tied to the head of the bed. Her foresighted parents had attached two leather loops there, as they should be on every teenager’s bed. „Leave it,“ her father interrupted her when the girl’s mother tried to secure her ankles in the same way.

The inevitable sermon was delivered at a higher volume. The naked girl, deprived of her freedom of movement, repeatedly squeezed her buttocks restlessly as her father insulted her and called her a liar and a cheat. Mother stood by with her arms folded and was visibly satisfied.

Then the punishment began. Father used a heavy leather strap for this, which was menacingly thick at one end and became increasingly thinner at the other, splitting into two tongues. He struck hard right from the start and made his daughter’s provocatively beautifully shaped bottom move violently. He loved it when she couldn’t leave her position but was free to react to the inevitable blows, throwing her lower body back and forth violently and kicking her legs wildly. A girl must feel what it means to be punished, was his opinion. And Marina was at an age where you had to hit hard to reach her consciousness.

A specially made leather strap like this was ideal for this. He had discovered it in a small grocer’s store in Thailand on his last men’s vacation and still remembers the knowing look on the old shopkeeper’s face, who had of course immediately guessed what a white man from the West would want to use such a leather strap for. A strap had the decisive advantage that it conformed perfectly to the contour of the buttocks on which it landed. And it could not leave any permanent marks, but merely drew a broad welt on the skin, which would swell up considerably later, but would disappear again the very next day. The two tongues at the thin end of the strap had the diabolical task of penetrating even the hidden and particularly sensitive corners of the female body, eliciting particularly sharp screams.

Marina had almost completely developed from a girl into a woman, he realized with satisfaction, and there were definitely sexual sensations that rose up in him. Those thighs and those buttocks simply had to feel the strap from time to time. And he felt a secret diabolical pleasure when the strap also provided the inner side of her thighs with glowing welts and occasionally even reached her pussy. A woman is made to bear children. It was the task of a father and husband to chastise the flesh entrusted to him when there was reason to do so.

After a while, the strap only hit areas of skin that it had already affected once before and Marina responded to this additional torture by rearing up violently and pulling with all her might in her restraints. She wouldn’t be able to sit for at least two more days, her father noted with satisfaction. But now it was Friday evening. By Monday she would be mostly healed and able to go to school again. Besides, she wore jeans most of the time anyway, so a few bruises on her thighs were no problem.

He had not counted and therefore did not know how many blows his daughter had received with the punishing leather strap. But he noticed that her reactions were fading and she was only reacting cautiously to each further blow. He knew this was the moment of resignation. It was the phase in which her entire lower body was just one fiery burn and further blows no longer triggered any violent reactions.

He let go of her.

„Get rid of her,“ he instructed as he looked towards his wife. She was approaching forty, but she still had many of the assets that had made him want to marry her. She was slim, but still had distinct curves around her midsection. She had relatively small but still firm breasts that showed no tendency to sag. She always shaved carefully and the sight of her – whether clothed or naked – never failed to have an effect on his cock.

„I’ll be expecting you in half an hour,“ he added.

Any woman in this situation would of course have known that her husband had the hots for her. And any woman with half a brain would have known that chastising an adolescent daughter has an effect on a man. But Marina’s mother also knew that this request meant more than the words suggested.

She went into the bathroom to get ready. He wanted her clean and fragrant down to the last pore. He loved to drive her crazy with his tongue and enjoyed it when she took his cock in her mouth until it had grown to its full hardness and size. But he could also take her hard and demanding and reserved the right to decide which of her two orifices he would use until the last moment. Above all, however, he had his own ideas about parenting and was firmly convinced that it was always the mother who had the greatest influence on a growing daughter. And if the daughter had misbehaved, then it was largely the mother’s fault.

That was exactly what he was thinking at that moment. Marina had taken her spanking. She would stay in her bed for the rest of the day and lick her wounds. He could still see her restraints being removed. She writhed in pain and clutched her battered bottom with both hands. „You deserve this,“ her mother said, a satisfied smile playing around her lips. „I should spank your ass every day,“ he added. „Every fucking day. For a whole week.“ He, too, was fully satisfied with the chastisement she had received from his hand.“

He went into the bedroom and put the leather strap back in his drawer. Instead, he took out a black, multi-tailed leather whip and placed it demonstratively on one of the bedside cabinets next to the bed. When a daughter was punished, a real man could not do without punishing her mother.

„You know I will punish you too,“ were his words as his wife stood before him. She was wearing one of those gauzy negligees that showed more than they concealed. She wanted to seduce him, turn him on, offer herself to him, he realized. He walked slowly around her and enjoyed the sight of his daughter’s mother while his cock stood stiff and demanding in front of him. Then he approached her. He slipped the spaghetti straps of her only garment over her shoulders, causing the flimsy fabric to slide unsteadily along her body and slide to the floor. He slowly pushed the naked woman backwards in front of him until they reached the large bed. Then he gave her an energetic push and caused her to fall backwards onto the silver-colored sheet.

She bent her legs and spread them. Vulgarly, invitingly and with a lasciviously seductive smile on her lips. Her cunt looked at him like a gaping wound. He looked at the thick bulges of her outer labia and the moist, shiny pink skin between her open labia. He enjoyed the sight of this beautiful flower that was just waiting for him to make it blossom. He bent down to her and began to work her greedily with his tongue. He sucked, bit and sucked the center of her womanhood. He explored the moist folds between her legs and penetrated the sour-tasting depths of her almost wet opening. She had her eyes closed and both arms stretched out wide. Her breathing was heavy and her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

When he let go of her, a palpable disappointment flitted across her face and a longing restlessness gripped her body. But he had promised her something and he was a man who wouldn’t let a horny woman stop him. So he leaned over to his bedside table and reached for the whip. He covered her mouth with his left hand and took it out with his right. Seven thin leather straps left their hot mark on her well-prepared labia. A muffled cry escaped her lips and her thighs snapped together, desperate to remain in their defensive position.

„Open up,“ he said, his muffled voice sounding soothing and warning at the same time. She hesitated for a few moments and then did as she was asked. She always did what he wanted and this time, too, she showed the obedience she had been taught since childhood.

He struck again, causing her to writhe in pain as she used all her strength to keep her thighs open. Before she could digest the pain, he struck again, this time hitting the inside of her right thigh in particular. A third blow also made her left thigh flush and she seemed to be out of her mind with pain. Her legs closed automatically and she received a particularly severe blow on her flank, which she could barely take. He gave her a few moments to get back into the required position and two more blows followed exactly on the spot he had caressed just before.

Then he let go of her. He threw the whip to one side and bent her thighs wide apart to get a good look at his work. Her vulva was swollen. Her maltreated flesh quivered. He bent down to her again to continue where he had left off. His hands slid possessively under her buttocks. Her face was wet with tears, but he could feel the pain gradually turning into pleasure. He put his phallus on and inserted it into her.

He knew that’s exactly what a real woman needs. She wants to be stroked gently. But she also needs to feel the heat of chastisement. She needs a hard cock that drives her mad and a merciless whip that draws welts on her skin. She wants to be loved, dominated, taken and beaten. All in good time and all for good reason. She appreciates a man who shows strength and can sometimes be rough with her. A father who is strict with his daughter and can strike mercilessly when she deserves punishment. A master of the house who has everything under control and does not tolerate resistance.

He fucked her as intensely as a man can fuck. He systematically drove her to orgasm until she could take no more and he had to cover her mouth with both hands so that her screams could not be heard throughout the house. He climaxed himself and poured his hot semen into her until his cock began to shrink and the love juice ran out of her unhindered.

He turned to the side, exhausted and satisfied. Satisfied as a father, as a husband, as a man in general.