The Family Hairbrush
Ellen picked up the family hairbrush from her bureau where it
seemed out of place among the plastic combs and vented hairbrushes
She held it and smiled at the reflections in the mirror of her
son and daughter-in-law behind her. She turned and spoke to them,
holding out the heavy wooden brush on her open palms.
"Alan and Melody, your daughter just turned seven, and I want
you to have this. Alan can explain to Melody what it's for, can't
Alan smiled and picked up the brush, holding it by the handle
and gently smacking his open palm with the back.
"Yes Mom, I do believe that Melody will apply this where it will
do the most good."
The hairbrush would change hands again, passed from mother to
child for generations. Its hard wooden finish kept smooth and
polished on many bare bottoms through the years. It was last put
to use years ago to Alan's backside when he was fourteen. He thought,
at the time, he was past the age where his mother could take him
to task. Alan had been called into his mother's bedroom that day,
and she had pulled him over her lap, tugged down his pants, and
removed any notion that skipping his chores and sassing would
get him treated in any way other than as a small child.
Ellen noticed her son's far away look and smiled. "I remember
the first and last time that hairbrush was used on my bottom.
The first time, I was the same age as your daughter. My mother
had caught me in a lie. Your grandmother had tried every form
of reasoning, but there comes a time when a child simply needs
to feel the heat in her seat. Oh, believe me, I protested that
first hairbrushing. I was appalled when your grandma took me firmly
by my hand, and marched me up the stairs to my bedroom. She had
me sit on my bed and wait for her to return. I thought perhaps
at the time she was going to wash my mouth out with soap, but
instead she appeared in the doorway holding this hairbrush. She
told me, 'Ellen Beth, I don't want to do this, but you have outgrown
your britches and it's time you learned how this family feels
about telling fibs!"
Ellen smiled at the surprised look on her daughter-in-law's face
and said, "Melody, when you spank your daughter with this brush,
remember to always tell her the naughty thing she is being punished
for, and then take her over your knee, lower her panties right
down, and spank her on the bare bottom. Don't spank any harder
or softer according to how much she cries. Spank until her bottom
is the color of a ripe strawberry, that way when she sits down
later, she will remember her lesson. Same with my grandson, when
he is old enough, he gets the hairbrush too. You will probably
have to spank them at least one time when they are older, just
because they will insist upon it. Isn't that right Alan?"
Alan couldn't help but blush, and then said with a grin, "Yes,
Ellen continued, "I also remember the last time this hairbrush
was used on my bottom. I was twenty years old! Don't laugh Alan,
as girls may mature earlier and not get into the same sorts of
mischief as boys, but the types of things they do, even at college
age, are best cured with a dose of the hairbrush. I think that
spanking was just what I needed at the time to fix my attitude."
Ellen turned to Melody and said, "I was very much like your daughter,
Melody, full of energy and pretty, and I knew it. See, being pretty
is one thing, and little girls get away with an awful lot when
they are pretty, especially with their Daddies. The thing is,
if they are pretty and know it? Well, then you are going to have
trouble on your hands. I had just turned twenty, and knew just
how to get my Daddy to spoil me. I was doing poorly in college
and not coming home on the weekends as I had promised, and when
I did finally come home, my mother really let me have it.
The funny thing was, Daddy just stood there and watched with a
big grin on his face, as if he approved! Imagine my surprise when
Momma pulled out this hairbrush and said I was going to get a
spanking. I pleaded with her and with Daddy, but the two of them
were firm, and the next thing I knew, I was over her knee and
getting my panties lowered just like the first time when I was
I thought I could take a spanking and not cry, I was determined,
but once this hard wooden hairbrush starts smacking down, stubbornness
is useless. I went back to college with a completely improved
attitude, and an understanding for how much my father and mother
loved me. They loved me enough to show me with this hairbrush
that if I didn't care about myself that they would always be willing
to spank my bottom till it was red and sore. That is what this
hairbrush is all about."
Alan handed the hairbrush to Melody, who turned it over and studied
the bristles. "Why, this hairbrush has never been used on hair!"
Melody felt shy when she heard the laughter from her husband and
mother-in-law. All this talk about spanking and panties being
tugged down, gave her an odd feeling. It reminded her of her own
childhood, when she imagined having parents with rules and consequences.
She looked up shyly at Ellen and said with a half-joking smile,
"Perhaps, you should teach me how to spank, since it's never happened
"You've never been spanked Melody?" Ellen reacted a bit more seriously
than Melody expected and looked concerned.
"No, and I am sure I deserved it at least a few times."
"I am sure you did! So why don't we remedy that right now? You
are never too old for your first spanking." Ellen smiled reassuringly
and took the hairbrush from Melody's hand. She pulled out her
dressing table stool, and seated herself. The older woman had
a firm look upon her face, yet there was a glint of humor around
the corners of her eyes.
Melody felt her stomach turn into a nervous knot. For some reason,
she wanted to do this, and be part of this family and it's traditions
and to feel loved and another part of her was afraid that it might
really hurt too much for her.
"I...I'm afraid I just couldn't." Melody started to back away.
Alan grabbed Melody's arm and brought her to his mother's side.
"Melody, you can do it and you know deep down this is what you
want. You are always telling me that you envy the family life
I had growing up with its rules and structure. Just think of it
as the spanking you always needed as a child."
"I promise you will feel better afterwards, Melody. Now don't
keep your mother waiting or I will have to give you extra." Ellen
laughed and patted the back of the brush on her upper thigh.
This was just enough convincing to have Melody lower herself down
across her mother-in-law's lap. Her hands reached out and touched
the floor, and her toes balanced her out on the other side. She
felt a loving hand gently rubbing her bottom through her skirt.
"Now Melody, you have been a very naughty girl, for many years,
"You know that in this family, no bottom goes un-spanked! That
means even this bare bottom of yours."
Ellen swiftly lifted Melody's silken skirt out of the way to reveal
her panties which were stretched tightly across her rounded and
"What a shame that you find yourself like this, a naughty girl
with her panties about to be lowered." Ellen chided.
"Ooooh, no, you don't have to really take them down do you? Oh,
please no. Please!"
"That is how we spank in this family, young lady, and these panties
are going south."
Ellen tucked her fingers into the waistband of her daughter-in-law's
panties and rolled them down slowly until they were just below
her bottom cheeks. Then Melody felt the cool wood of the hairbrush
rubbing along her bottom. She sensed its ascent and then anticipated
it's fall with a tight clenching of her bottom cheeks.
"Only very naughty girls clench, now relax back here."
Instead of the first sharp smack, she felt a gentle hand rubbing
and reassuring. Then once again the brush made its trip skyward,
but this time it landed on her relaxed bottom with a resounding
"Oooh, owww" Melody half laughed half cried out. Yet, by the fifth
and sixth smack she was kicking her feet off the ground and by
the time a dozen smacks had rained down splotchy angry marks she
was lifting her head and yelling.
"Oh mother please no more. Oh mommy please!"
"Do you promise to be a good girl from now on Melody Jane?"
"Oh yes ma'am, I do. I promise, I will!"
Ellen then tugged Melody's panties down just a bit more, and pushed
her slightly across her lap till her bottom was poking straight
into the air. Her entire bottom was the color of strawberries,
but with a lift of her bottom cheeks, Ellen exposed the bright
white vulnerable sit-down spot. With a dozen more smacks, Melody
When Melody rose to her feet, she found herself being hugged by
both her husband and mother-in-law. She was light on her feet,
and smiling as the hairbrush was handed to her again.
"You know what to do with this now, Melody?"
"Yes Mom, I do."
Melody was now part and parcel to the family hairbrush.
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