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I could see pale blue clouds laced with a delicate pink soaring past the window as I entered my bedroom. It was 10pm and my stomach was turning. Early yesterday morning as the post hit the doormat my mind was focussed on one thing; finding the letter containing last semesters' grades and hiding it. Unfortunately, as I approached the newly delivered mail I saw my father stooping to pick it all up. I could clearly see my university's crest stamped on the corner of the envelope. His eyes lit up.

'Jenny, these must be your grades!' he said, handing me the letter, 'Come in here, your mother and I will want to see how well you did!'

I must have looked as devastated as I felt as my father cheerfully said, 'I'm sure you did great!'

I followed him, dragging my feet, as we moved into the living room. I knew I'd done badly, my tutor had already emailed me telling me I'd need to attend summer classes and retake my exams.

I sat heavily on the sofa and began to tear apart the envelope.

'Oh come on!' my mum moaned, wanting to hear the "good" news.

Unfolding the results I saw immediately that I'd failed over half of my classes and mentally berated myself for partying too hard and hardly attending seminars. Without a word I handed the sheet to my dad.

His face fell as he took in the results before handing them to my mother. She was equally confused.

'Jennifer?' my father's tone was fierce, 'What is the meaning of this?'

'I'm really sorry, I've already talked to my lecturer, I can resit the exams and I'll study harder!'

'I pay for you to attend the best university around here, don't charge you rent to live at home and this is how you repay me?' he blusters.

'Oh, Jennifer…' my mum whispers, shaking her head.

'I'm really… sorry,' I hang my head.

'That will not do, young lady,' dad snaps, 'I know I haven't spanked you in months, but prepare yourself; tomorrow evening I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget!'

'Please don't spank me!' I cry, 'I know I've done a terrible thing, please don't spank me!'

My pleas fall on deaf ears and my father slams the door as he leaves.

Standing in my bedroom, my bare toes digging into the carpet, I am waiting for my parents to enter and being my punishment. I am already wearing my Punishment Panties. I haven't been naughty enough to warrant a punishment in them for a long time.

My mother and father came up with the Punishment Panties together. They are a regular pair of white cotton knickers with the crotch cut out. As I stand, hands on head by my bed as I was ordered, I can see myself in my full length mirror. My pink shaven pussy is framed by the stark white fabric. I shiver.

I can hear my parents coming up the stairs and I prepare myself.

There is a gust of cold wind as they open my bedroom door. I see my mother's eyes flicker over my outfit; a tight creamy-pink pale vest and the white Punishment Panties. My nipples stand to attention from the cold and they are visible through the thin fabric of the vest. I shuffle my feet.

My father doesn't look at me. He stands looking out of the window and begins, 'I am so disappointed.'

My mother nods in agreement.

'We feel that our regular spanking punishment is not enough to demonstrate just how ashamed we are of the abysmal grades you have received this semester, therefore we will be mixing it up a bit.'

I gulp as he turns around, finally surveying my humiliating position.

'We will be spanking you with this.'

I examine the tiny plastic strip my father is holding. I feel a wave of relief flood over me as I realize that it could barely cover half of one ass cheek!

'Jennifer, sit on the edge of your bed, and keep your legs open.' My mother instructs.

I shuffle to my bed, my bottom sinks into the duvet as I sit. I keep my hands on my head and can still see myself in the mirror.

'Now, I want you to lie back, keeping your legs open,' mum continues. The relief I felt earlier washes away as I realize what is about to happen.

My parents have seen my bare bottom before, and have seen my pussy only once; the first time the Punishment Panties were used. Lying back on my bed and keeping my legs spread takes all of my motivation. I know that they will punish me more if I don't comply. My thighs are shaking from the strain of trying not to close my legs.

'I see you have shaved your privates,' my mum says, 'I guess we will be able to see the results of the punishment better that way!' I close my eyes in shame.

'I know you aren't naive enough to be unaware of the punishment you are about to receive, Jennifer,' my dad snaps, 'Make no mistake, it will hurt, and it will be embarrassing.'

With that he sits beside me on the bed, moves the plastic strip over my pussy and holds it there. I look up and can see exactly what is about to happen in the mirror opposite me. With his free hand my dad grips the tip of the implement, pulling it up quite high before letting go. It snaps back into position, smacking my bare pussy.

A harsh stinging sensation overwhelms me, my privates feel as if they are on fire!

'Owww!' I moan, trying to close my legs.

'You may not close your legs until I say so,' dad says, spanking my pussy again.

For the next few minutes all that can be heard in my room is the sound of the implement as it snaps back into position, spanking my pussy and my groans of pain. Every so often I glance towards the mirror and watch as my pussy receives more spanks.

The skin around my slit is now glowing pink, a stark contrast to the white panties, and the pale skin of my thighs. Tears begin to trickle down my face, rolling into my hair as the spanking continues.

A few times my legs fly closed as the spanks sting more and more. I sob as my father pulls them apart.

'I hope you understand that this punishment is our way of demonstrating just how upset we are at your poor performance,' my dad snaps, punctuating the last two words with particularly hard smacks.

I sob an apology and gasp in relief as he says, 'These will be the last five.'

They were by no means the easiest spanks I have ever taken; I sobbed harder with each impact and on the fifth I brought my hands to my pussy and closed my legs, my cool hands feeling great on the throbbing skin.

'We love you, Jennifer,' my mother says, 'We are just very disappointed in you.'

They both leave the room together, closing the door and leaving me alone.

After my sobs subside I shuffle towards the mirror and inspect the damage. My pussy is a dark pink and very swollen. I pull down the Punishment Panties and kick them into a corner. My poor punished pussy stands out against the rest of my clear pale skin and I touch it with a finger, wincing.

I take a bottle of lotion down from my shelf, sit back on my bed, gingerly spreading my legs and apply the cool ointment to my aching slit. Rubbing it into the hot skin I let out one last sob and promise myself that I will never upset my parents that badly again.