I am seventeen now and I can't remember when I haven't been spanked or punished in some way. It goes back as far as I can remember.

This is not a problem for me. My problem is trying to convince the police and juvenile authorities that I am not mad at my parents or our church for receiving punishments that I deserved and were good for me. It seems the more I try to convince them the more they think I need to go to a nut house and the more they want to throw everyone I know and love into jail.

As I say it started a long time ago as I was spanked for something I did or for some special occasion such as birthdays, religious holidays, and sometimes just because I asked for them.

It did not seem strange for me to be naked for the punishments as my mother and all the other girls or women were naked for their punishments as well.

When I asked my mother why my brothers or other boys and men were not spanked she explained that men fed, clothed, protected and guided us through life. Therefore they could do no wrong and did not need punishment. Also, if they were punished we would lose our respect for them as that would make them fallible.

The first spankings were not something I dreaded as they would only hurt for a little while and then I would be hugged and kissed and told how beautiful and brave I was.

The first real change in my reactions came about on my tenth birthday. I was just starting to form breasts and get some hair on my crotch.

After a scrumptious dinner of all my favorite foods I opened my presents. They were all nice but I saved the box from the whole family till last as it was always the best.

When I opened the last box I found a thonged whip my father had made by braiding six leather thongs around a broom-stick handle leaving six loose thongs about three feet long.

My Dad said you are a big girl now. You can have a whip just like your Mom's. No more baby hand spankings. Everyone applauded and congratulated me. I had never felt so proud and grown-up.

My dad grinned and said, "Are you ready for your Birthday spanking."

When I agreed he told me to take off my clothes and bend over the back of the couch. Up to then I had always been spanked on someone's lap, bent over the couch or chair and occasionally by putting my arms around one of my brothers necks from behind while he bent over to lift my feet off the ground. I liked this the best as they always took off their shirts and I liked feeling their skin next to mine as I squirmed from the spanks.

"Daddy, you said I was a big girl now. Can I be tied to the rafters like mom?"

Mom reminded, "Janie, if you do that you know you can get hit in front as well as the back of your legs and bottom."

"Yes I know but isn't it better to have them spread around."

"Well, Yes it is for me, but you will find your front is more sensitive."

"I want to do it. I want to show you that I am a big girl now!"

My dad looked at my mom and nodded then they led me out to the barn where the ropes with sheepskin padded straps hung down from the rafters and from anchors in the ground.

When I had removed my dress and panties which were the only clothes I ever wore they commented on how pretty I was and how my body was looking more like a woman's everyday. I felt proud and sucked in the baby-fat on my stomach and pushed out my budding breasts as much as possible.

They hung me from the straps with my toes just touching the ground and my legs wide spread to reach the posts driven in the ground. Again they admired the way I looked saying being stretched takes away all the baby-fat. I felt even more proud and excited. The anticipation was killing me. I swear if they had admired me hanging there any longer I would have begged them to start the spanking.

The birthday spankings meant ten lashes from each of them. My Mom as usual started first as she always hit the lightest. The whip did not hurt as much as callused hands and being hung up seemed to add a new dimension. All her lashes landed on my back or upper bottom. They stung. but not enough to bother me much.

My dad hit the lower part of my butt and upper thighs. The occasional thong that went into the crack of my butt or to my inner thighs created a new sensation. I felt a kind of shock and hot flash to my crotch that seemed very exciting.

When my twelve year old brother Tommy, put all his in a descending line from my chest to my crotch I felt like asking for more as every lash below my belly-button increased the exciting feeling.

When my thirteen year old brother Joe, saw me pushing my crotch out for him he took the hint and put seven of the ten below my belly-button or across my pussy.

When they let me down I had a sheen of sweat on my whole body and I was kind of shuddering as they kissed and hugged me. It was different now. Althouhg as always I enjoyed the out pouring of lover that always followed my punishment I thought how much better it would be if they were naked too so I could feel their skin against my hot tingling flesh. My dad asked me if I was all right since I had never reacted like that before. I just moaned that I was fine.

Later on I explained to my mom my sensations of being on this great threshold of feelings and that I felt like I had barely missed something wonderful.

"Janie, You are even more grown-up than I thought. Those are adult feelings that provide a reward to you to make up for the pain you are enduring. You are really close. One of these times you will cross over that threshold and experience feelings so wonderful I can't describe them to you. To make it even better each time you cross the threshold it will make it easier to get across next time."

I could hardly wait till my next "training session" and have to admit I planned to earn enough demerits to get me over. Forty had almost done it so I planned to get between fifty and sixty next time. My sessions were usually on a friday with Mom's on saturday. If they felt I did not have enough demerits in one week they would extend it to the next week. I had always tried my best not to get demerits as I received compliments and sometimes presents when I was good. Now compliments on my bravery and the pain leading to pleasure seemed more important. Demerits were given me for not doing chores, getting dirty, etc. The points that added up fast came through school. I had to bring all my homework and tests home and every point less than a 100% earned a demerit. Not all demerits earned a spank. I could also work off some demerits with extra work if it was available, missing meals, being tied up in strenuous positions, and other choices as they occurred to the family. I usually preferred the spanks as it was all over sooner. My brothers always seemed to come up with the meanest alternatives like being spanked with stinging nettles, or a limb off the thorn tree, sticking pins in my butt, having me take an ice bath and others. I had always rejected these things as I knew what spanking felt like and did not want to try unknown things especially since the alternatives had penalties. If I couldn't stay in the ice bath for five minutes I would still get my spanking or if I asked them to stop any other method before it was over it would not count.

Speaking of my brothers, they had never paid much attention to me up to now except when I was being spanked. Now it seemed they were around me a lot. I don't know if it was the new experience of spanking my front or the fact I was growing breasts. One of my birthday presents was a bikini bathing suit Joe had ordered from mail order. They had never gone swimming with me before but now they asked me to join them every day and seemed to watch every move.

A few days later at our swimming hole on our farm Joe said, "That swimming suit doesn't look like the one in the ad in Playboy. I guess your boobies and butt are too small for it."