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Maeve was in the upstairs bathroom at the Stewart house. She was wearing a black crop top that said “Vixen” and black lacy underwear. Definitely not something she wore in her mid-twenties, and had she worn this as a teenager her parents would have lost their minds. She wouldn’t have gotten spanked, of course, but she probably would’ve been grounded for quite some time.
But she, Tom, and Diane were trying to mix things up with the roleplays and while it wouldn’t be the first time her teenage character got spanked for a dress code violation, it was a new scenario.
Tom was spending a night at a hotel “on a business trip” although he’d be back tomorrow for the second round of spankings with his belt. Tonight, Diane as “Mom” would be handling the discipline.
Maeve was taking selfies, which also felt very unnatural. She took selfies of course - alone or with friends and family, but never dressed like…this.
Well…it was time to start. Maeve took some particularly suggestive shots involving sticking out her ass, knowing very well it would be sore and red soon enough.
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Maeve was smiling, throwing up peace signs, doing duck lips, anything she could think about. The crop top was cute - so were the underwear, but Mom and Dad would lose their minds (and she’d lose the ability to sit) if they caught her doing…any of this.
She was actually supposed to be getting ready for bed. She started the sink so Mom would assume she was brushing her teeth or washing her face or something and not get suspicious.
She also needed to hurry up so she could change out of this and into her briefs, plaid pajama pants, and Hello Kitty t-shirt, which were Mom and Dad approved.
Mom knocked on the door. “Maeve? What is taking so long? You need to get to bed, honey.”
Maeve turned off the sink. “Yes, ma’am.”
”You just started needing to use the sink? Maeve you’ve been in there nearly twenty minutes.”
”I’m…sorry Mom. I’m almost done,” Maeve said.
“You don’t normally lollygag like this,” Mom said. “Is everything alright?”
”Yes, ma’am.”
Apparently, Mom wasn’t convinced because the next thing Maeve knew, Mom had opened the door and was staring right at her, crop top, lacy panties, and all.
“Maeve Elizabeth!” Mom scolded. She noted the phone. “That’s why you were taking your sweet time - you were doing this…naughty photoshoot! Maeve!”
Maeve looked down. “I…I was about to put on my pajamas.”
Mom picked up the white briefs and held them up. “These,” she swatted Maeve’s butt once with her hand. “Should’ve been on that bottom from the start. And the top, Maeve, really? That is so inappropriate - you are in high school!”
”Yes, ma’am,” Maeve sighed.
Mom reached into her pocket and pulled out her own phone. “Bend over, let’s take a picture so your father can see what we’re dealing with.”
”No!” Maeve protested.
“But why?” Mom asked, taking Maeve’s phone out of her hand. “You were fine taking photos, bottom out, when you were the one doing it.” Suddenly, Mom frowned. “Were you going to send these to someone, Maeve?”
”No, ma’am,” Maeve shook her head. “Honest. I just wanted to…”
”See if you could get away with it?”
”I guess.”
”Apparently not,” Mom chuckled but she didn’t mean it. Mom put Maeve’s phone on the counter. “Now touch your toes, young lady.”
Maeve turned around, bent over, and touched her toes.
“You know what? I won’t take a photo.”
She wouldn’t?
”Let’s film this for your father.” A few seconds passed by and Mom started narrating like a damn YouTuber. “Hey honey - hope the business trip is going well. We miss you. Guess who was caught taking selfies in just a crop top and lacy panties? Our daughter. I’m about to spank her bottom, and I know you’ll do the same tomorrow, but I just wanted to show you exactly why she’ll be getting this punishment, as opposed to just telling you about it. She clearly wants to show it off, so that shouldn’t be an issue for her.” Mom reached out and patted her butt. Maeve cringed. “Anyway, we’ll see you tomorrow. Love you! Maeve, tell Dad you love him.”
”Love you Dad,” Maeve mumbled. Mom ended the video.
“Now, I will watch you change out of those and into your t-shirt and proper underwear, and you can bring your pants into my bedroom.”
”I won’t need pants tonight,” Maeve sighed.
“Well, still, put them in your bedroom - leave those naughty things on the bathroom floor, I’ll take care of them. Now, hop to it. Did you actually brush your teeth and wash your face?”
Maeve shook her head. Mom supervised not only the outfit change, but also the hygiene. She did leave Maeve alone to use the bathroom, but instructed her to come straight to Mom and Dad’s bedroom.
Maeve did. Mom was waiting on the chair, wooden hairbrush in hand. Maeve put herself over Mom’s lap.
“I can’t believe you, Maeve!” Mom scolded. She started the spanking. Maeve’s parents had never told her the number of swats (Mom’s weapon of choice: hairbrush) or lashes (Dad’s weapon of choice: belt) that she would get during a punishment, but she was sure each time they had a set number in their minds before starting to spank. Maeve had tried counting along but it was different every time. The one guarantee was the sore butt afterwards.
Maeve just stared at the carpet. Eventually, Mom replaced the hard hairbrush swats with soothing rubs, and used plenty of her lavender lotion that always made Maeve feel better: both with the calming scent, and the coolness against her sore bottom.
“You know better,” Mom helped Maeve to her feet.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
”I know,” Mom said. “Especially with that spanking you just got and the one coming. But for now, honey, let me rub your back as you fall asleep.”
Maeve accepted the back rub. That, coupled with the post-spanking exhaustion and soothing lavender, did the trick and she was soon fast asleep.
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The next day, Maeve went about her day wearing her bathrobe. Underneath was the offending outfit from the night before. Mom had read Maeve Dad’s text about it. He’d promised to whip her naughty bottom into shape, and asked for her to be wearing it during her punishment.
“You’ll have to wear the punishment panties as well,” Mom said.
Maeve cringed. She cringed at the word panties and she cringed at the “punishment panties” which was utilized for dress code violations. White frilly bloomers (Mom had made them herself) with “Maeve’s naughty little bottom” embroidered on the seat. She’d have to parade around in a t-shirt and those for a while after Dad spanked her butt.
“Yes, ma’am,” Maeve said, as calmly as she could despite wanting to jump out a window.
When Dad arrived, Maeve greeted him with enthusiasm. She had missed him, of course.
“Hey, Maeve,” Dad sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. “How was school yesterday?”
”Great,” Maeve said. “My math test was super easy. I’m sure I got an A.”
Dad kissed her forehead. “Of course you did! Did you get your essay back?”
”Yes sir - I got a 95,” Maeve smiled.
Dad beamed. “Good girl!”
Maeve beamed, too, although her smile soon faded. Dad seemed to read her mind.
“We’ll have lunch and then do your spanking,” He patted her bottom over the offending underwear and she squirmed a bit.
“Daddy, can’t we get it over with now?” Maeve pleaded.
Dad looked at Mom. “Well, alright then. Plant your hands on the ottoman, Maeve - after you take off that robe.”
Maeve slipped out of the robe and obeyed Dad. She heard him slip his belt out of the loops and come up behind her.
“Stick your bottom up higher, young lady,” Dad said. The doting Daddy was temporarily gone, although he’d be back during aftercare.
He was just a disciplinarian now.
Maeve obeyed and took each stinging lash. This time, she did count and counted forty. By the end of it, her bottom was screaming for aloe.
Dad rubbed her bottom. “You took that like a good girl, Maeve. Go upstairs and put on a t-shirt. I’ll come up with some aloe, and help you change into the punishment panties.”
Maeve cringed all over but mumbled a “yes, sir” and headed off.
Soon, she was sprawled on her bed: Sonic t-shirt on, lace underwear still (barely) covering her red bottom, and eagerly awaiting aftercare.
Dad entered soon after. “I know Mom already scolded you,” he said. He helped Maeve position herself over his lap and lowered the lace underwear. He wasted no time in applying the aloe, and she loved him for it.
“Yes, sir. What I did was inappropriate. I wasn’t going to send the pics to anybody - Mom watched me delete them and empty my phone’s trash. I just wanted to…try it.”
”Ah,” Dad said. “Makes sense. But you’re still a minor, Maeve. You still must follow our rules.”
”Yes, Daddy.”
Maeve could hear the smile in Dad’s voice. “I love when you call me Daddy, outside of trying to get out of punishment.”
Maeve smiled too, despite herself. Yeah, she did do that, relatively often, at that.
They waited for the aloe to dry and then Dad helped her slip out of the lingerie and into the dreaded bloomers.
Dad checked the time. “It’s 1:11. After dinner, you can take these off, put on some briefs, and pants.”
Maeve let out a breath but nodded, still over Dad’s lap. “Yes, sir.”
He patted her bottom and sent her on her way. She tried to focus on other things; her homework, practicing the piano, a chess game with Mom, reading her new book.
Finally, just before she went to wash dishes, she was told she could change out of the hideous bloomers. She apologized again to Mom and Dad, promised she wouldn’t do anything like that again, accepted their hugs, and dashed upstairs to her bedroom, nearly jumped out of the bloomers and put on her blue briefs and Mario pajama pants.
Much better.