I was born just before Mom went into menopause. That seemed to be everybody's excuse for my being a klutz. I knew I was an accident. My youngest brother was four years older than me and my older brother had gone into business before I was born into this family of yuppies. My mom and dad were successful lawyers and my brother maintained a four point average so he could get a scholarship to college and law school. I don't know if I had a missing gene or what but it just didn't seem important to me to stay perfectly clean or to keep my room neat.

As a result at about eight Mom gave me a big lecture about how busy she was and that I should stay neat to ease her work and gave me a spanking. It was not that I was a victim of child abuse or anything since she only hit me hard enough to sting and burn my bottom and make it red for an hour or two.

That first spanking seemed to start a trend. The next week my brother gave me a spanking for playing with his model airplane before the glue had set causing a wing to fall off. He didn't hit very hard either but he had me lean over the footboard of his bed and used his belt which seemed a lot less personal than Mom laying me over her knee to spank me with her hand.

A little later I was painting on my dad's desk and spilled some paint on one of his reports. I couldn't complain about the spanking he gave me since I knew I should have done my painting on my own desk in my room. He also had me bend over the desk for his belt but he pulled down my panties before he started. This made it sting a little more but still not too bad.

This started a new trend. At dinner Dad said he had taken down my panties and turned my buns red for ruining his report. From then on my panties were always pulled down.

Even though the spankings began to last longer and hurt more I didn't really mind since it seemed to be the only time they paid any attention to me. I actually began to confess to things they may never have noticed. I confessed a lot to my brother because he took a lot of time with me when he spanked me. After he spanked my buns he would rub them lightly with his hands till the red faded. It really felt good and made little tingles in my crotch.

I averaged about two or three spankings a week. Mom noticed I was getting pretty good grades so decided I was ready to go into the fourth grade a year early. The school objected but she raised hell and had them give me IQ tests which they admitted was close to the nine year old's. The first week I brought home a test paper marked "D." She had a fit, telling me that I was smart enough to do the work and was just lazy. I tried to explain the other kids were ahead of me since they had third grade but she wouldn't listen.

She decided I had disgraced the whole family. After dinner we all trooped to my room. I was wearing a jump-suit so my skirt could not just be lifted so for the first time I was spanked naked. They gave me ten spanks each to make my butt really hot and I cried a lot. Then she said, "If you are going to act like a baby we will treat you like one." She made a diaper out of a towel and pinned it on me then told me to stay in my room and study. The diaper was really humiliating and I was ashamed I had cried so much.

I was really grateful when my brother came in later while I laid on my bed sniffling. He took off my diaper and put salve on my red bottom. This time the tingling in my crotch was stronger because there was some red between the cheeks of my butt and on my inner thighs real close to my pussy. When he left I touched my pussy to locate the tingle and found it made me real excited, then I got this great feeling of release.

I really tried to do better. I made it almost three weeks till I was given a math test. I had no idea what they were talking about. When I complained to the teacher she just said," I told you Monday this test was coming, and what chapter it was on. If you had questions you should have asked sooner." I guess I had not paid attention. I assumed it would be on chapter one and that was the one I read. My paper was marked "Failure." That was exactly what I felt I was and went home resigned to my spanking.

This time Mom said my spankings must not be impressing me and said they would give me fifteen each. On top of that she had bought a wide leather strap bigger than Dad's dress belt to use on me. I was wearing my jumpsuit so I ended up naked again. Mom was first and the strap hurt a lot more. I couldn't help jumping around and covering my butt with my hands. She said I was being a baby and left to come back with a pair of nylon stockings she tied around my wrists and over my door to tie to the knob. They weren't quite long enough so I was stretched up with my chest pressed against the door. You would think that would make it worse but not having to keep myself from trying to escape actually made it better. When she finished she said she had to make some calls and for Bill, my brother, to put on my diaper when he finished. Dad was next but he did not hit as hard, just fast then he left. I was crying like crazy. Bill began by rubbing my butt and said, "Don't worry Lena. this won't hurt much."

The rubbing made my crotch tingle and I began to want his spanking.

He pulled my footboard chest over to the door for me to stand on to take the pressure off my arms and let my hips go away from the door. Then he pulled my legs apart and began to hit me upwards lightly on my crotch. This just made tingles and I spread my legs open more and pushed out my butt to arch my back to let the strap get to all of my pussy. When he quit I began rubbing it while he rubbed my butt. I got this great release.

He said, "You have done that before haven't you?"

"Yes. Is it wrong to do it?"

"Not to me but you had better never let Mom or Dad catch you doing it. She had a fit when she caught me."

"You do it too?"

"Sure, it is great isn't it? Have you tried this?"

He put his finger in his mouth and turned me over on my back on the bed to stick his finger in my pussy then rub it in and out on my clit. It was a lot better than just rubbing the outside.

I giggled and told him it felt wonderful but asked if it would hurt my insides. "No. If it hurts you are pushing in too far or using too many fingers. If it doesn't hurt don't worry about it."

I told him I liked to have him spank me since it just stung a little and tingled.

"I like to spank you. It is fun to watch your lily-white butt turn pink then red but I have to get out of here before Mom and Dad wonder why I am in here so long."

I tried the new way to play with myself and liked it a lot. I still do. I don't know if all the stimulation caused it or not but I began to blossom. Hair began growing on my pussy and my breasts got bigger.

Now that I knew I could get nice spankings from Bill I was confessing things all the time until he began doing it whenever we were alone. It really was exciting because he made me feel good by having me get naked and telling me that I was getting a great body. Best of all he would rub my nipples while he spanked my butt and pussy until I would get orgasms. I really tried hard to avoid Mom's spankings though because she would just bare my butt and hit much harder which seemed to get worse all the time. even so I brought home another "Unsatisfactory."

To my surprise Mom just said, "That's alright. I know you need extra help. On Monday you will be going to a private school. A friend has her girl in there and she said she is now an "A" student. If she can do it you can. This is a very innovative school. Two grades are taught in each class. If you can do fourth grade work you will go directly to fifth grade and if in that class you can do sixth grade work you will skip to seventh. I am told that the girls are often doing eighth grade work by their fifth year. If they can do it you can. Best of all they do not have the wimpy rules of your school. They believe in spankings like me to make you work.