"Abby Lynne, come here. Your mother says you have not been listening to her instructions again. This is the last straw. You are going to be punished most severely, since you can't seem to get it through your head how important it is to do what we say."

"Daddy, I don't want to be punished. Mummy isn't being fair. She knew I had more important things to do than clean up my room right then."

"Abby Lynne, there isn't anything more important than doing what Mummy and I say. Come here right now."

Abby Lynne comes slowly into the kitchen, where Mummy and Daddy are both waiting for her. Expecting the usual spanking, she gives a resigned sigh.

Daddy says, "You'll be doing more than sighing soon. Come with us now." Daddy and Mummy head for the cellar stairs and Abby's heart skips a beat, while her feet feel paralysed. She has never been punished in the cellar before. What are they planning?

Daddy turns at the top of the stairs and gives her a stern look. "Abby Lynne, you have just made your punishment even worse. Come here RIGHT NOW!"

The paralysis broken, Abby Lynne walks toward the stairs, her heart beating fast. Daddy and Mummy stand aside to let her go down first. She begins to wish she had listened to her mummy. This is scary. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Mummy takes her hand and leads her over to the foot of an old chaise lounge.

"Down on your knees, young lady," Daddy says. Abby Lynne's heart is racing. What are they going to do to her? She kneels down, and Daddy says, "We are planning a much more severe punishment than usual, since the usual spankings don't seem to be getting through to you. To assist you in cooperating with this punisment, I am going to tie your knees to the legs of this chaise lounge. I am sure you wouldn't try to get away from a punishment that you know you deserve, but we must have you precisely in position for what we have in mind, so I will be helping to hold you as well as having your knees tied. First I would like you to remove your panties. You won't be needing them."

Abby Lynne blushes as she removes her panties while Mummy and Daddy watch. Maybe it won't be so bad... she _has_ been spanked on her bare bottom before. She feels very helpless as her knees are spread widely and tied to the chaise lounge, and very exposed, as Mummy carefully pins her skirt up out of the way, so her naked bottom feels the cool cellar air. Still, if it's only a bare bottom spanking....

Then Daddy carefully seats himself next to her, on the side of the chaise lounge, and the next thing she knows he reaches a hand down to each side of her bottom, pinning her down to the chaise lounge with his forearms, as his hands grip her cheeks tightly and spread them to expose her little crinkled bottom hole. This is _not_ something that has happened before. She squirms and wiggles and begins to panic. "Mummy, Daddy, please no! I will be a good girl!"

Daddy chuckles. "All girls say they will be good when a punishment is about to begin. This time, we mean to be _very_ sure that you mean it, young lady... in fact, throughout this punishment you will be continually tested on how well you can listen to us and carry out instructions. Now _stop_ that wiggling, my dear, or this punishment will be even harder and longer, and believe me, it is already going to be very hard and very long."

Abby Lynne stops squirming and begins to cry. "Mummy, please make Daddy stop. I really will be a good girl."

Mummy says, "Abby, I am sorry we have to do this to you, but I'm afraid it _is_ necessary. It's not just refusing to clean your room. There have just been too many times lately that you haven't listened to us, including that recent incident when you stayed on at the park after the sun went down. This is a _very_ dangerous thing for a young lady to do, and as you cannot demonstrate to us that you can listen when your own safety is at stake, we have determined to give you a lesson in listening to your parents that you will not soon forget."

Abby Lynne does not know exactly what is going to happen to her, but she is quite sure she is not going to like whatever it is! She manages not to squirm, but her little hole twitches a bit. It is not used to this kind of exposure or to someone trying to hold it open!

"Now Abby", Daddy says, "Please listen very carefully. During this punishment, you will not _say_ anything except what we tell that you may say. Spanking your bottom simply has not worked, as far as making you understand the importance of listening to us, so we are going to concentrate on spanking a more tender part of you this time. This is going to hurt terribly, but it is for your own good, so that you will learn to listen to us and obey. We do not expect you to be able to hold entirely still, which is why you are tied and I am helping to hold you down, but the more you struggle and try to resist your punishment, the harder your punishment will be. Mummy, I think we will begin with the groove strap. Please show it to Abby, so she will know what to expect."

Mummy picks up a wicked looking length of round leather, and holds it out where Abby Lynne can get a good look at it.

"Oh, please no!" wails Abby Lynne. "I really really promise to be a good girl and listen to everything you say from now on!"

"Abby Lynne!" Daddy says in a firm voice, "You have already proved that you are _not_ listening to us. Didn't we just tell you that you will not say anything during this punishment that we do not tell you you may say? Mummy, you had better show Abby Lynne what she will be feeling at any point during this punishment that we feel she is not listening to our instructions. Abby, if you feel a need to speak, you may thank us for helping you learn to listen, and remember, the only way out of this punishment is through it."

Mummy puts down the groove strap, and picks up a little lash of several strings of rawhide bound together. Raising her arm, she swings the lash down smartly, right in the tender middle of Abby's open bottom cheeks. Abby screeches and squirms wildly. "Aieeeee! Please no, it hurts too much!"

Daddy sighs, and says to Mummy, "She obviously didn't listen to what I said. I think you had better keep that up until she apologizes and asks us to please help her learn to listen to what we say."

Again and again the little lash falls, spreading little dots of intense fire all along Abby's sensitive groove. It hurts! "Oh please, I'm sorry I didn't listen. Please Mummy, please Daddy, please help me learn to listen!"

This lash stops, and Abby's little hole twitches, as it tries to deal with a kind of sting it has never experienced before. "All right", says Daddy, "you will now ask your Mummy nicely to please give you twenty good hard snaps with the groove strap, right on your little bottom hole."

"I can't!" wails Abby Lynne, "It will hurt too much!"

"ABBY LYNNE!!", thunders Daddy, "Do you remember what you will get anytime during this punishment when you fail to carry out our instructions? Mummy, I think you had better remind her, until she asks nicely for the next stage of her punishment."

Mummy picks up the little lash again, and begins swinging it down on the tender flesh, even harder and faster than before.

Abby Lynne begins to sob, and begs through her sobs, "Oh please, Mummy, please no ... oh how it burns and stings!" The blows come even faster, until Abby begins to truly realize that the only way out of this punishment is through it. "Please Mummy," she shrieks, "Please give me twenty hard ones with the groove strap, right on my little bottom hole. Please!"

The little lash stops, and Abby's shrieks and sobs quiet. Daddy says, "Good girl. Since you have listened to us and asked for your punishment, I will tell you some more things you _are_ allowed to say while you are being punished. You may _not_, under any circumstances, ask us to stop the punishment, but you may certainly thank us for it at any point. You also may beg us to help you to be a good girl and learn to listen to us, if you feel like begging. You may even tell us you will be a good girl, as long as you do not ask us to stop. Now, as Mummy gives you each lick, you will thank her and ask politely for the next one by number. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," whispers Abby Lynne.

Mummy picks up the groove strap. "Remember, Mummy," says Daddy, "These are to be quite hard, or I may need to demonstrate to you just what is meant by quite hard."

Mummy raises her arm and brings the groove strap slashing down on Abby's tender little groove and bottom hole. "Aaiiiieee!" Abby wails, then, remembering quickly, "Thank you Mummy, please give me number two!" Oh how it burns! How is she ever going to bear nineteen more? Slash! "Thank you, Mummy, please give me threeeee!" Abby Lynne cannot help squirming, and her little feet drum on the floor, but Daddy has her tightly in his grip, and there is obviously no escaping this dreadful punishment. Oh why didn't she listen to her parents? She makes it through number ten, thanking and requesting as she has been ordered, and then something snaps. "Thank you Mummyyyy, please give me number eleven, but pleeeeeease wait just a minute, just one little minute, oh it burns so fiercely".

Daddy is not pleased by this one single bit. "Abby Lynne, I am very disappointed in you. You were doing so well... I guess we need to demonstrate again what you will get when you do not follow instructions exactly during this punishment. This will continue until you plead and beg Mummy to continue your punishment with the groove strap and ask her to please make the last ten even harder."

Again the little lash comes whistling down, over and over, the sting greatly intensified by the sensitivity of the red and swelling flesh. It feels like a million bees are attacking Abby's bottom hole... stinging all along the length of her sensitive groove. As Abby sobs and wails, the lash comes down harder and faster. Will this nightmare ever end? The only way out is through..... "Mummy, please," wails Abby, "Please give me my last ten with the groove strap and please make them very hard, please oh please."

The lash stops. Mummy says, "Yes dear, I will continue your punishment with the groove strap, but I want you to ask your Daddy to please be sure that he holds you very firmly open for this."

"Please Daddy, please hold me tight and keep me open for this."

Daddy releases her from his grip for a moment and then renews his tight hold on her two bottom cheeks, holding them spread even more open. The groove strap comes down smartly. Oh how it stings! "Thank you Mummy!", Abby shrieks, "Please give me number twelve." Again and again the strap falls, each time seeming harder than the last. Abby Lynne feels like her bottom is being cut in two, but somehow she manages to keep thanking Mummy and asking for the next one. Finally number twenty comes streaking down. Abby screams her thanks and then relaxes a bit, thinking her punishment is over. "Thank you Mummy and Daddy for helping me to learn to be a good girl and listen, I promise I will be good from now on." she cries, hoping to be released and comforted now. She obviously has no idea what is in store or how frustrated her parents have become with her.

Daddy says, "Well, Abby Lynne, you took the first part of your punishment fairly well."

Upon hearing the words "first part" Abby Lynne realizes with a shock that her punishment is not over, and once more she forgets. "Oh Daddy, it hurts so much. Please don't punish me any more. I promise I will be a good girl and learn to listen."

"Abby," Daddy says in a resigned voice, "You have just proved again that you still do not know how to listen. Didn't I tell you, just a few minutes ago that you were not allowed to ask that the punishment stop?"

"Yes," Abby whispers, "I'm sorry."

"Well," Daddy continues, "I guess we will just have to give you another dose of the lash until you very nicely beg us to continue your punishment. It is not nearly over yet, and these rounds with the lash for not listening to instructions do not even count towards your total punishment. We intend to make _very_ sure that you have thoroughly learned your lesson about listening and doing whatever we say before this session will be over. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy," Abby murmers through her tears.

"Ok," says Daddy, "Mummy, please give Abby another taste of the lash, until she asks nicely for her punishment to continue.

The lash begins another burning reminder, but this time Abby makes the request very quickly! Mummy puts down the lash.

"Now Abby," says Daddy, "Just what _are_ you allowed to say while you are being punished?"

Abby thinks hard. "I can thank you for punishing me. I can say that I will be a good girl. I can beg you to help me be a good girl and to help me learn to listen."

"That's right", Daddy says, "You may also beg Mummy to spank you very hard... in fact if you do this, it may shorten your punishment somewhat, as it shows that you understand the importance of what we are trying to do here. You may also beg me to hold you very tightly and spread you very open. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now Mummy, I want you to show Abby the riding crop."

Mummy obediently picks up the riding crop and holds it where Abby can see it. It has a long somewhat flexible handle and a little folded leather slapper on the end.

"I am going to have Mummy flap that little slapper _very_ fast in your groove, Abby. We have brought down the timer from the kitchen. I think we will set it for two minutes and see if you can show that you are learning to listen by only saying things we have told you that you are allowed to say during this time. You will now ask us to continue your punishment."

"Please Mummy, please Daddy, please continue my punishment." Abby says, with a quaver in her voice. "Please help me learn to be a good girl and listen to you."

"Good girl!" Daddy says, as he again tightens his grip. "Mummy, please continue her punishment.

All of a sudden, that tender, red, and swollen area is bombarded by new sensations, as the little leather slapper goes to work, slapping back and forth faster than the eye can follow. This time the sides of Abby's groove are taking the brunt of the punishment, but the very tip of the slapper keeps grazing that little red bottom hole, so rich in nerve endings. "Aiiieeeeee!" screeches Abby, "Oh please, pleeeeease help me be a good girl. Pleeeeeeease... help me learn to listen to what you say! Pleeeeeeeease! I will be a good girl. I will I will I willlll!"

Abby has never felt pain like this before. She begins to realize how concerned her parents must be, to give her a lesson like this. She cannot help wiggling and squirming, and her feet are again drumming on the floor the little bit that her tied knees allow, but she strives to remember to say the right things. "Thank you Mummy... owowowowww... thank you Daddy... please hold me tight so Mummy can spank me very hard... owieowieowieeee.... please help me learn to be a good girl!"

How can it still continue? Surely two minutes must be up by now! It seems to go on forever, stinging, burning, until her whole reality is one focused flame... and then it stops. Abby sobs softly, not daring to hope that it is over... awaiting instructions.

"That's my good girl," says Daddy. "Mummy, I think we are beginning to get through to her. We'll see how well she takes the next part of her punishment. Did you remember to bring the big wooden spoon down?"

Abby, who well knows the burning of that big wooden spoon across her plump little bottom, feels fresh sobs welling up, as Mummy answers, Yes, dear, I have it right here."

"Good," says Daddy. "Now Abby Lynne, settle down. You'll have something new to cry about soon enough. I know this seems severe, but really it is for your own good. Now I want you to ask Mummy very nicely to please give you thirty very fast smacks with the wooden spoon, right on your bottom hole."

Abby hesitates... in her present condition that is _really_ going to hurt. Daddy is not pleased with the delay. "Mummy, I think you had better give Abby another reminder of what happens to little girls who do not immediately do as they are told."

Before Abby can gather her wits to respond, her inflamed groove is again attacked by those millions of vicious bees, as Mummy wields the little lash quickly and with deadly accuracy. "Oh pleeeeeease," wails Abby, "Pleeease give me thirty very fast smacks with the wooden spoon, right on my bottom hole. Pleeeeeeeease!!"

The little lash stops. Daddy says, "Since we had to give you another reminder to do what we say, we are going to make this next round of your punishment a bit more difficult." He releases Abby's bottom cheeks from his tight hold, bringing a fresh howl from Abby Lynne, as the two raw sides of her groove come together. Finding that her squirming makes it worse, she becomes very still. Oh, what is going to happen next? All of a sudden, Abby hears a jingling sound like sleighbells and feels Daddy's hands at her ankles.

"Abby," says Daddy, "I am tying these strings of bells around your ankles now. Since you needed a reminder about obeying, we are going to require you to cooperate further by keeping your little feet still through this next phase of your punishment. If at any point during the spooning we hear the bells, we will just have to start all over again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy," Abby murmers, even as she wonders how in the world she can manage to obey this one.

"These will be too fast for you to count, so we will keep track for you, but remember to keep your feet still. Now ask us to please continue your punishment."

"Please Mummy, please Daddy, please continue my punishment," Abby sobs.

Daddy again seats himself alongside Abby, and reaches to hold her cheeks spread wide. Her little well-punished bottom hole twitches and squeezes as she tries to steady herself to do what is required of her. Smack-smack-smack-smack... the blows come hard and very fast... oh how it burns. Finally Abby cannot control her feet, and one of them comes off the floor, creating a cheerfull little jingle. Without warning, Mummy switches again to the the wicked little lash, causing a jingling like a whole fleet of sleighs, while Daddy says, "You must beg us for another chance, child, and prove to us that you can keep those feet still."

Oh this is hard! It stings so _much_! Still, the only way out is through. Choked with sobs, Abby manages to still her feet. "Oh please, Mummy, please give me another chance. Pleeeeeease!!!"

Mummy stops. "That's my good girl. I will certainly give you another chance. You must learn to control your impulses and listen to us, dear. Now show us how good you can be."

The wooden spoon begins again, hard and fast. The pain is incredible, but Abby Lynne, though she screeches and wails, manages to keep her feet still. She is learning.

"Oh Mummy, thank you for helping me learn to listen. I will be a very good girl from now on."

"We are glad to hear that," says Daddy, "but we want to be _very_ sure that you will remember this lesson for a very long time. I think we must punish you at least one more time with the groove strap, to make very sure you will remember to listen. Two more minutes should do it if you are very obedient. To prove that you can obey, you will be required to continue to keep your feet still and on the floor, as well as only saying those things we have told you you may say. Now Mummy, this time I think you should alternate your strokes... first one on the right side of her groove, then one in the middle, then one on the left, then back to the middle, and so on. Make sure to do this accurately or I may have to demonstrate accuracy to you!"

"Yes dear," says Mummy, "You had better hold her very tightly so she cannot wiggle away in the slightest."

Daddy holds her down firmly and opens her as widely as possible. Her throbbing and burning groove is red and swollen, and her tight little hole keeps trying to open, to lessen the sting. She will not forget this lesson for a long long time!

The hateful groove strap whistles through the air and then connects solidly with the right side of Abby's tender groove. "Thank you Mummy!" she screeches, as she strives to keep those feet still. The strap settles into the pattern Daddy has ordered, as Abby shrieks and howls, "Thank you Daddy, thank you Mummy, please spank me very very hard, oh please Daddy hold me tight, please help me learn to listen and obey you, pleeeeeease help me be a good and obedient girl, please oh pleeeeeeeease, oh I will be _such_ a good girl!!!"

Somehow she manages to keep her feet still, as the strap whistles through the air again and again and again. Somehow she manages not to beg for the slashing fire to stop. Why did she ever even think of disobeying her parents? Oh how it hurts! The two minutes seem to go by so slowly. Surely the timer must be broken. Finally, when Abby doesn't think she can possibly keep still for another stroke, the timer rings, and the dread whistling stops. Abby continues to sob, though more quietly. She doesn't dare move. Can this terrible punishment really be over?

"Well, Abby Lynne, you took that last round of punishment very well indeed. I think this time you have learned your lesson well. What do you think?

"Yes, Daddy, I've learned my lesson. I am so sorry that I ever disobeyed you and Mummy. I promise I will listen and obey both of you in the future. I will be a good girl for you."

"Now we believe you," says Daddy. He relaxes his hold on Abby, unties her knees, and tells her to stand up, bringing forth renewed howls as her reddened groove closes, rubbing the sore and swollen surfaces together.

"Oh dear," says Mummy. "Abby Lynne, I think it will help your bottom to heal and feel better sooner if those cheeks don't rub together like that. I think you had better reach back and hold yourself open, child."

Abby Lynne feels very embarrassed to do this, but it hurts too much not to. Slowly she reaches back to grasp her own chubby bottom cheeks and pull them apart. It still hurts dreadfully, but less than when they rub together.

"Now Abby Lynne, I think you had better go back upstairs to your punishment corner in the living room and stand there with your nose in the corner and your cheeks held open for awhile, as you think about what you brought on yourself from not listening and obeying, and we had better not find that you have closed the drapes when we come up there!" says Daddy.

Without any protest or back-talk, Abby Lynne starts up the stairs, holding her bottom open and walking in a sort of careful waddle, with her legs spread wide, as she tries to lessen the painful friction of her red and battered groove and bottomhole. Mummy and Daddy smile as they watch her progress up the stairs, accompanied by the jingling of the sleighbells till tied 'round her ankles. It will be a very long time before Abby Lynne puts herself in danger by not listening to her parents!