Through the years, daddy had me scared to step out of line.  I could hear the ass beating he gave to my sisters when they screwed up.  I walked a straight and narrow path until my teens.  But then, one day, I stepped in a mud puddle coming out of church.  I was scolded horribly, in the parking lot. I bawled all the way home, because i got the dreaded "we will discuss this at home" speech. My very first paddling.

I was sick to my stomache by the time we got home.  I was told to assume the position.  head into the seat of the chair in the cloet (set aside for just this occasion.  My anguish grew as daddy pulled the dress up and over me head, exposing my thin white panties.  He told me that this hurt him worse than it hurt me.  He told me to  count mypunishment out for him.  I often head the counting through the sobs of my sisters, but never knew why.

It took an eternity for the first lick to strike my tender ass cheeks.  It stung like fire.  So much so that i forgot to count.  the second lick landed, but i was still in shock from the first.  Then the third, then the fourth...by the fifth lick, I had finally mannaged to yell out "FIVE!" 

But daddy corrected me..."ZERO!"  "If you don't count, the lick doesn't count"

Another landed and I yelled out "ONE!"

By the time I had taken my 10 licks, I had a warm tingly feeling over all of the parts that Southern Baptist girl never talk about.  Daddy sent me to my room, in the waiting arms of my sisters

They asked me questions about thing I never thought of before.  They inspected my panties and confirmed that my punishment was infact NOT a punishment at all.  That night, they taught me all the things  girl needs to know in life.  They taught me what was leaking from my privates, they taught me about boys parts, and most importantly, hey taught me how to masterbate...which we did together A LOT.

It took about a week for the bruises on my ass to calm down nough to sit comfortably.  I was not a very good girl after that.  I required corporal punishment regularly, and I flipped my own switch dozens of times a day throughout my teen years.