Punishment was being administered in the Condon household. Fifteen-year-old Mark Condon, his trousers and shorts well-lowered, was facedown across the bed as his husky father swung the black leather razor strap.

Swish! Swish!

Mark groaned slightly, his bare buttocks already streaked with eight or ten stinging red stripes.

"You were told not to go swimming in the river, weren't you, young man?" Matt Condon asked, once again raising the strap.

"Y-yes - Dad," his son grimaced, tensing his backside for the next lash. Swish! Swish! Swish!

As the stinging leather strap whipped across his fast-reddening backside, Mark wished that he and his pretty sister Rose had never seen that darn river. Of course, they had gone in on a dare. However, the keen sharp eyes of their nine-year-old sister Arlene had seen them and reported it to Mama. Arlene was sore in more ways than one. Earlier that morning she had her little panties taken down for a good taste of the hairbrush from her mother and in tattling on Mark and Rose had found a sweet bit to revenge. Now Mr. Condon was administering sound discipline for disobedience.

Swish! Swish!

Again and again the razor strap stung Mark's bare bottom.

"Oooohhhh! P-please ... Dad ... not ... s-so ..... h-hard! Ouch!"

Swish .... swish ...

Slowly, and so that each stroke carried effective authority.

To Mark, a whipping from his father was something to be dreaded - and yet, it left a funny feeling of excitement. He knew it was a father's duty to punish naughty children and he would do the same when he became a parent.

Swish!

Mark winced. The only consolation he could find in his stinging buttocks was the fact that his pretty sister was also going to get a licking.

After twenty sound lashes Mr. Condon stopped the spanking.

"Pull up your pants and then go tell your sister to come in here."

"Y-yes - sir," said Mark, pulling his shorts and trousers over his reddened hillocks.

Dark haired Rose Condon, nervously rubbing her hands together, sat outside the bedroom door. Rose was thirteen and the prettiest girl in the neighborhood, and already endowed with a trim young figure.

The sound of the falling strap had stopped. Rose's heart pounded with fear and she felt little trickles of perspiration coursing down between her pert breasts. Soon it would be her turn to enter the room of punishment.

Her father had spanked her before and she had dreaded it each and every time. For minor sins he had merely pulled up her dress and whaled her thin panties until she thought they were on fire. Her lips trembled and again her heart pounded wildly. She well knew that going swimming in the river would not be considered a minor sin. She also knew that she wouldn't get off with just a pantie spanking this time. She'd get the licking the same way Mark had gotten his - on the bare bottom. She wished she were dead.

Mark came out of the bedroom, quite happy that his punishment was over and that his sister was just about to receive hers.

"Dad wants you," he sort of grinned.

Rose bit down on her lip, entered the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She shivered slightly as she saw the razor strap in her dad's hand.

"P-Please, Daddy," she begged, knowing that her pleas were futile, "don't whip ... me."

Mr. Condon ran the strap through his hand as he scowled at his pretty thirteen-year-old daughter. This was the part of the punishment that was always the worst, the icy stare.

"Aren't you as guilty as Mark?" he asked.

"Yes - Daddy," she answered.

"Do you think it would be fair if I whipped Mark and not you?"

Again Rose's soft lips trembled. "No, Daddy."

Mr. Condon motioned towards the bed with the strap.

Before placing her young body face down on the bed, Rose again gave her father an imploring look. She was on the verge of tears.

"Do I have to, Dad?" she asked with her hand on the waistband of her panties.

"Slip them down," he ordered tersely.

"But .. Oh, please, Daddy, don't ..."

"Across the bed, young lady," her father ordered.

"I'll hate you for this, Daddy!" Rose fairly screamed as she placed herself on the bed, bottom up.

"I'm doing this for your own good, young lady," Mr. Condon informed his daughter.

"Someday you'll thank me for thinking enough of you to discipline you."

Rose wasn't too sure of this at the present time. All she could think of was that horrid old razor strap spanking her bare posterior. Three times before in her young life she had been whipped with that strap and hadn't liked it at all.

With hands trembling, Rose reached down and raised her dress and slip again, her already curvy buttocks pouting up from beneath her thin white panties.

"P-please ... Daddy," she begged, hands in the elastic of the panties.

"Do I have to do it for you, young lady?" Mr. Condon asked, a bit angrily.

Rose pushed the panties down to the backs of her ivory white thighs, baring her dimpled teen-aged bottom.

Her father raised the strap. SWISH! "Oooohhhh!"

SWISH!

Daddy .... p-please!" she sobbed.

Two red stripes adorned the curvy white hillocks.

SWISH!

"Ouch! "

SWISH!

"Oh .. p-please! Ouch! Ooohhh ... p-please! ! "

Swish ... swish .. swish ....

Not wishing to show any partiality, Mr. Condon whipped the bare bottom of his pretty daughter just as hard as he had Mark's.

Swish ... swish ... swish ... the razor strap continued to paint red stripes across Rose's quivering hillocks.

"I-I .... w-won't do ... it ... a-again, Daddy!" she wailed. "P-please .. don't .. w-whip ... me .. a-anymore! Oh ... please!"

But Mr. Condon didn't stop until he had administered the twenty sound lashes.

"Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" he asked, surveying the striped and reddened buttocks of his daughter, having himself a feeling of satisfaction.

"Yes, Daddy," Rose sobbed.

"Then dress yourself and come downstairs," he told her, leaving the bedroom.

Still sobbing, Rose reached back and tenderly caressed her smarting seat before pulling her panties back up. Then with her strapped buttocks burning like all the fires of hell, Rose went down to join the others.