A Real Spanking (F/M spank)

The First Real Spanking (F/M spank)
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I had been in a foul mood for over a week, and now my wife stood
before me, and I was deliberately not meeting her eyes. She had
dressed for the evening in a lime green wool tank and cardigan, a
simple little charcoal color silk skirt, dark hose and black pumps,
of which she has about a dozen pairs. These were her favorite pair
of comfy Halstons, which I lovingly take care of.

- Right, she said

She turned on her heel, walked through the kitchen and I heard her
descend the basement stairs.

I had been home alone most of the evening, while my wife had
attended a PTA meeting. We had both helped with the kids dinner. But
while the kids were in the bath she had slipped away. Bedtime was
OK, not too many crises.

But she was back late. It was 10:30. On another night I might have
picked up the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Washed the
dirty dishes. Tidied up around the house. Fed the cats and dog.
Tonight I had drank beer and left everything where it had been left.
I was watching hockey, which she knows I don’t really like.

She returned with her wooden hairbrush and the handcuffs. She
twirled the head dining chair around and sat.

- Get over here

I dismissiviely glanced and went back to the TV.

- I fucking mean it!

I labouriously got up from the couch and kinda sauntered over, at
the last moment thinking I would go get another beer. She caught my
wrist on the way past. She looked up, straightened her arms forward,
spinning me around. In one swoop she pulled my lounge pants and
jockies down to me knees. Just as i opened my mouth to indignantly
complain, she grabbed a handful of t-shirt on my chest and pulled me
across her left knee.

- I…

was all i could exclaim as i fell across her leg. It all happened so
fast, and I did not expect her to do this. I kindof twisted to get
up, intending to give her a piece of my mind. In twisting my right
hand came up to her knee so I could push myself upright. She grabbed
my forearm and snapped a handcuff around my wrist. Like an idiot I
then brought my left arm up and brushing past her leg to free
myself, was then caught by my left forearm and the other cuff
snapped on securely.

Really I deserved everything that came later, just for being that
stupid.

With my hands cuffed behind my back and my pants and undies gathered
at my knees my wife took hold of the chain between the cuffs, and
straightened her left arm, pushing the chain along my spine up to my
shoulder blades. The blinding pain, in the joints of my shoulders
and elbows was only relieved, comparitively, when the hairbrush
first landed heavily on my bare bum, with a loud crack like a
snapping twig.

After the first blow, and while i was still thinking about the blow
itself, I was shuffled and re-arranged over her lap. After which the
spanking really began.

I was bent over her left thigh. My forehead, after the shuffle, was
on the carpet, and the only other part of me touching the ground was
my toes. My full weight was on her leg, but she had set herself to
take my weight. Her right leg had come over the top of my legs,
trapping them. Then, with her left hand pushing the handcuffs up to
my shoulder blades, I was pretty much stuck until she let me go. She
had pulled her skirt out from under me, so i was laying over her
pantyhose thigh.

The blows rained down on my buttocks in rapid and heavy succession.

I am submissive, sexually, and my wife knows this. She indulges me
on occassion, but we do not have a 24/7 relationship, as it is
called. We just play sex games, for my benefit.

This was something new.

- I am not putting up with this any longer. *This* stops right now.

There was not need for further explanation. I knew what she was
talking about.

- Sorry Mistress.

I sobbed.

- Cut out that Mistress crap. I am not playng your pervy little
games now.

For emphasis, she redoubled her efforts on my ass. I knew I would be
bruised by morning,

Not much needed to be said after that. The spanking continued. Soon
my bum became numb and I concentrated on relaxing, and not clenching
my buttocks. She had taken care to cover my entire bum area, with
particular emphasis on the sitting areas, where she knew I would
continue to feel the after effects for days to come. At some point
she realised how far she was taking this and her ferocity began to
taper off. Maybe she felt she had given me enough. But I think she
had kind of got wrapped up in the act, and did not realise how hard
she was spanking me

I don’t know what i looked like back there, but very quickly she
stopped. She stopped pushing my hand cuffed hands up my back, took
the hairbrush in her left hand and began stroking my reddened
buttock. It felt like she was trying to wipe off the redness.

I also picture the scene as if I was watching. My beautiful, angry
wife, withe me bare assed over her nylon sheathed lap, her skirt
pulled up revealing her fabulous legs. With moist eyes and a red
bum, my dick began to thicken against her thigh. She felt it to. She
reached down, between my legs for confirmation. After this she
tutted derisively and pushed me off her legs.

I lay on the floor awkwardly, with my hands behind my back. It took
a few heave-ho’s to right my self onto my knees, head bowed at her
feet, similar to an about-to-be-beheaded pose. I looked up a little
and saw her shoe and nyloned foot. After a few seconds delay I bent
and kissed her foot gently. I waited a few more seconds and kissed
again, and again, and again.

Then I felt her hand stroke the back of my neck.

- That’s better. Things will be clearer from here on.

I sighed a heavy, contented sigh.

- Now you just stay right there. I have to try and find the keyes to
the cuffs!

HUH!!

Curfew

I was running as fast as I could. in fact I was so worried about
making curfew that I was going faster then I ever thought I could run.
hoping and praying that they would not lock the gate before I got
there. you see my parents are nutcases and they have us living at this
religous compound where we are supposedly waiting for God to come
back or something. Anyway I was going out for a jog but I had to make
it back before they locked the gate at ten. if I missed it I would be
in big trouble. I round the corner and pull up short. I was too late
by mere seconds as the gate slams into place. I run up and bang on it
begging to be let in. A voice on the intercom asks me to identify
myself which I do and I show my member badge identifying myself as a
member of the group. the guard looks up my name and tells me I am late
by half an hour. I objected and said but the gate just closed didn’t
it? no he replied I had opened it for a car. you are late by half an
hour yet again. I look down at my watch in shock and sure enough I
didn’t notice that it had stopped dead. the guard agreed to let me
into the guard house to get picked up. I call my parents and they are
furious because this is the third time in two weeks I missed curfew.
my dad comes in furious and orders me into the car. I get in and we
drive back to the children’s dorm where I stay with some of the other
girl’s my age. I am told to stay in the car as my dad comes around and
grabs my arm and I half walk and half dragged into a room set aside
for parents to punish thier kids. I beg him not to but he says I
deserve it for all of my sins against them and the group. he orders me
to kneel in the corner until he comes back. I get down onto my knees
and put my nose to the wall, and lace my fingers behind my head. I
know better then to move out of this postion or my punishment is
worse. he comes back after like five mintues with a heavy strap in his
hands. I had turned my head when he came in and he ordered me to face
the wall which I did. a few more minutes go by and my knees are really
hurting me and I am tempted to beg to be let up but I know what the
answer would be. finally I can stand it no more and I am about to say
something when my father speaks and orders me to my feet.. I struggle
to stand up as I turn to face him. he proceeds to give me this lecture
about respecting him and honouring the rules that are put in place for
my safety. he orders me to bare my bottom. I beg him to whip me with
the strap over my pants but the only answer I get is him grabbing my
arm and putting me firmly but not harshly face first across a table.
with one hand on the back of my neck he uses the other one to pull
down my pants and panties. grabbing the strap with one hand and the
other hand still on my neck he proceeds to whip my bare bottom
SWISH!!! SWISH!!! SWISH!!! goes the leather against my poor undefended
bottom as lines of burning fire are laid down by the leather upon it.
I start to scream and cry and beg him not to all at the same time.
SWISH!!!! SWISH!!! SWISH!!!! I am crying so hard now from the strap
that I start to choke. he stops and I am able to regain myself. when I
regain my breath he continues the whipping… SWISH!!!! SWISH!!!
SWISH!!!! as more lines of fire are caused by the strap and welts
begin to rise. SWISH!!! SWISH!!! SWISH!!! and my father starts to
lecture me again.. SWISH!!!! are SWISH!!! you SWISH!!!!! going
SWISH!!! to SWISH!!!! obey SWISH!!!!! now SWISH!!!!!!? I choke out a
yes daddy I promise…good SWISH!!!! then SWISH!!!! let SWISH!!!! us
SWISH!!!! never SWISH!!! have SWISH!!! this SWISH!!! talk SWISH!!!
againSWISH!!!!! at this continued assault against my poor bottom I cry
and scream as loud as i can and it doesn’t dawn on me for a good bit
that he has stopped… after I stop crying I am told that my
punishment is over as he hugs me and tells me I am loved.. I hug him
back.. I then pull my panties and gingerly my pants back on and I go
straight to my room. once I am in the dark room I stumble to my bed
and pull down my pants and panties again and go straight to bed atop
the covers while a cool breeze from the window cools my poor bottom..

Alexis

Potty mouth

I smoothed my green plaid skirt down as I waited in the Headmaster’s
office for my brother to pick me up. Naturally, I picked the best
time in the world to vandalize the bathrooms in the school. It was
the same month that my parents decided to go to Paris. I smirked a
bit, glad that I was finally kicked out of this hellhole of a
school. At least I’d get to go somewhere else or stay home until
Mommy dearest came home and begged the people to take me back. Or
bribing rather.

“I don’t find anything funny about this, Miss Parker.”

I snickered a little. “I do,” I muttered under my breath as I met
the Headmaster’s death glare.

Just as I was about to pop off something really Smartassy, the door
swung open and Ryan stormed through the door in his nice outfit, like
he was fresh out of a catalog for some private school. I guess he
kind of was, since he came to pick me up from Harvard. Stupid rich
boys.

He shot me the same glare as Headmaster and I cracked up laughing.

“What on earth do you find funny, Sarah Parker?” Ryan asked me while
I choked on my laughter. I said nothing so he just signed and looked
at the Headmaster. “I’m terribly sorry about this…”

The Headmaster nodded. “You will, of course, pay for the damages?”

“Certainly.”

The way they were talking made me crack up more. It was so much like
the scene from some cheesy movie where the rich kid got arrested and
the parent’s promised to pay as long as their kid didn’t get put in
jail. I guess it sort of was like that. The disadvantages of being
a rich girl.

Ryan looked back at me for a moment. “We must get going, sir. I’m
sorry about this,” he added nudging me a little.

I let out a snort. He wanted me to apologize but I wasn’t about to
do that… “Good luck trying to scrub that penis off your wall!” I
said, bursting into giggles again and standing up. Ryan practically
pushed me out into the hallway.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, stopping me and turning
towards me.

I couldn’t contain my giggles, especially with that look he gave me,
acting like he was my father or something.

He smacked me right across the face, causing me to stumble a bit. He
grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway. I had
finally stopped laughing and I was instead rubbing my face where he
had slapped me.

“I can’t believe you, vandalizing the school and then laughing about
it like it was a show on comedy central,” he scolded, still dragging
me. We were almost to the car by now, his angry legs walking at a
very fast pace. He opened the door to the passenger’s side of his
car and shoved me in then slammed the door and got in on his side. I
was still rubbing my face from that hit and I knew that I probably
had a red mark. He was right, it really wasn’t that funny anymore.
He was pretty pissed off at me.

He drove about 90 down the highway to our house. I feared for my
life and it was obvious since I kept ahold of my seat, praying
silently to God that we wouldn’t crash. Fortuantly, we didn’t. Or
is that unfortunate? At least if we would have gotten in a wreck
Ryan could have saved his breath and not yell at me, which is what I
was sure he would do once we got home. That was basically all he
could do, right?

Wrong.

He parked the car in our driveway and slammed his car door, then
waited for me while I still rubbed my face. I must have been walking
too slowly for him because in a matter of seconds he was beside me,
his hand on my back, pushing me forward. I stumbled a little bit but
didn’t fall and we finally made it into the house.

“Sit,” he ordered. I did just so. “What the hell were you
thinking!” he yelled. “Spray painting the walls, breaking the
windows, smoking pot in the bathroom! What the hell was going
through your mind, Sarah Parker!”

“Uhh,” I stuttered, overwhelmed by his anger. “I dunno..”

“You don’t know? Do you see these pictures!” he yelled and shoved
them in my face. I didn’t know where he got them nor did I ask. It
was a picture of black spray paint on the wall with the
words “HEADMASTER ALLEN SUCKS…” well you get the picture. There
were broken windows and obscene pictures all around and the bathroom
was half flooded. I would have complimented myself if Ryan wasn’t
shaking with anger in front of me. “And this,” he said, holding a
ziplock bag with a half smoked joint and a package of cigarettes
inside. “Do you realize all of this could be evidence used in court
against you? You could be fucking arrested and in jail for a few
years.” I wanted to argue and say that I could get bail. Or family
could pay any fine, but he knew what I was thinking. “I wouldn’t
bail you out. I’d let you stay in there a while, you’d deserve it.”
I said nothing. “Explain to me why in the world you decided to
vandalize the school.”

I looked up at him, his dark eyes blazing with anger. I gulped
silently. I knew exactly why I had done what I did, to get kicked
out of another school. But I didn’t realize that was I did was so
utterly stupid…

“That’s what I figured. You had no good reason to do what you did.
There IS no good reason to do this,” he said, pointing towards the
pictures again. He paced around the room for a minute. I sat there
nervously, my leg thumping. I had decided that he would probably do
more than just yell at me. Confine me to my room or something. Kick
me out of the house. Refuse to feed me for a week. “I’m going to
spank you.” I blinked. That wasn’t what I was expecting.

“But you can’t..” I protested.

“Wanna bet?” he asked. “Just watch me.” He proceeded to lift me off
of the couch. I struggled and tried to protest, but my efforts were
futile. He had his mind set on what he was going to do and he was
definitely going to do it.

“No,” I pleaded. “Ryan, you can’t. Please don’t. I’m sorry.”

“Stop struggling, young lady,” he demanded, staring straight into my
eyes and causing my heart to sink. “You are getting a spanking and
that’s final.”

“Nooooooooo,” I whined, trying to escape but he had a firm grip on my
arm. He plopped down on the couch and pulled me over his
lap. “Ryannn, stoppppp,” I begged.

“Stop struggling!” he demanded as my hands flew to my bottom trying
anything to keep this from happening. He moved my hands up but I
kept flying them back to my bottom. “SARAH!” he yelled. “Move your
hands.”

“Nooooo,” I whined, keeping my hands where they were. He lifted them
up and smacked my bottom hard. SMAAACK!!!!!!! “Owwwww!” I said,
struggling and moving my hands back to cover up where my brother had
just slapped my rear end.

“You are 16 years old, Young Lady. You know better than to do what
you did at school and you’re going to get punished for it. Now move
your hands.”

I didn’t move, just kept whining and pleading for him not to do
this. I felt him move a little and I looked back to see him
loosening his tie and finally taking it off.

“If you won’t move your hands,” he said, looking at me, “I’ll find a
way to keep them from your bottom.”

This caused me to squirm and wiggle more, trying to get off of his
lap and get away, just whining and screaming. His grip was too
tight, though, and I didn’t move very far. He finally finished
taking his tie off and tied it tightly around my wrists where I was
unable to block any type of spanking that was being administered. I
struggled and whined. “Please, Ryan. Don’t do this. I’m sorry. I
won’t do it again.”

“Damn straight you won’t do it again,” he said, lifting my skirt
up. “I’m going to make sure of that.” I felt his fingers between
the waistband of my panties and my skin and the next thing I knew my
panties were being pulled down to my knees.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” I whined, struggling and kicking more than ever at
this point.

“Stop it!” he ordered, spanking my bottom as hard as he could causing
it to tingle and sting.

“Owwwww,” I whined, trying to move my restrained hands.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!!

His strong arms slapped my bottom fiercely, alternating between
cheeks and sitspots, and finally landing just on my sitspots. He
spanked me more and more, harder and faster, a good 50 or so times
before I was crying and pleading and begging with all mercy for him
to stop.

“I’m sorry!” I screamed through tears.

“Good!” he answered and continued spanking me while I struggled and
gasped for air. My struggles finally died down and I sank my head
into the couch cushions crying as loudly as I could. He didn’t let
up, just continued spanking me.

“Are you ever going to vandalize anything again? Or smoke pot? Or
act like what you did was no big deal?” Ryan asked, emphasizing each
word with a harder smack than before.

“Noooooo,” I whined. “I won’t. I’m sorryyyyyy.”

“Good!” he stated and spanked me again and again, rapidly as I cried
and cried, my bottom throbbing like crazy and my head hurting from
all the crying. He finally stopped and I wanted to rub my bottom so
badly, but my hands were restrained and I couldn’t move. He just let
me lay there, sobbing loudly while my bottom glowed and ached.

He finally let me up and marched me towards the corner. My bottom
ached with each step I took. “Stand there facing the corner and I
don’t want to see you turn around at all, do you understand me?”

I muttered a “yes” under my breath and stood there, shifting from one
foot to another to ease the pain. I stared at the wall and tears
still streamed down my face, one after another, falling to the
floor. I cried because my bottom hurt and my legs hurt and my head
hurt and my stomach hurt from feeling so guilty for letting my older
brother down. I wanted just to hug him and tell him how sorry I was
and how it wasn’t funny and what I did really was bad. I guess that
was his intentions for putting me in the corner, because as I stood
there with a throbbing backside, that was all I could think about.

Finally I felt him untying the tie and my hands were free. He turned
me around and looked down into my eyes. “Sarah, I love you, little
sis. I know that you knew what you did was wrong. I don’t want to
see you getting into trouble like this. What if you had gotten
arrested?”

I nodded. “I’m sorry,” I blubbered, tears falling once more and
falling into his arms, burying my head into his chest.

“Shhhh, I know you are. I know, sis.” He rubbed my back and patted
it softly. “You need to tell Headmaster Allen that you’re sorry,
too,” he added and I nodded, my heart pounding because I honestly
didn’t want to tell him. “Maybe you can get back into school.”

“But I don’t wanna go back,” I murmured.

“Why not?”

I shrugged.

“Well, that’s not a good reason. If you can find a good reason, I’m
sure we can find you a new school for next semester. As for now,
you’re going to call HeadMaster Allen and apologize, right?”

I looked into his eyes. “Yes, Ryan, I’ll call him,” I said, hands
rubbing my red bottom. My brother let go of me and I tugged my
panties up and he walked me towards the kitchen where the phone hung
on the wall. The number was right there in front of me, staring at
me. My heart still pounded. “I don’t wanna call,” I whined.

SMAACK!

A sharp smack was landed on my bottom causing me to jump a few feet
and cry out in pain. “Okay, okay,” I said, dialilng the familiar
number.

“Headmaster Allen?” I said when the man picked up on the other
line. “I was just calling to apologize for what I did,” I said,
sniffling after nearly every word. He asked to speak with my brother
and I gave him the phone. I didn’t want to wait as they talked about
me, so I asked for permission to go to my room and lie down for a
bit.

I walked to my room wiping the tears out of my eyes the entire way
there. I stopped in my bathroom and took a peek at my throbbing and
stinging bottom, only to see that it looked as bad as it felt. My
face looked pretty bad, too. I wiped my face with a washcloth until
all of my makeup was gone and finally landed in my bed, exhausted.

By Nubby

Growing pains

Vicky has growing pains

Part 1

Vicky stamped upstairs, across the landing and into her room slamming the
door behind her making the walls vibrate. Then she threw herself face down
on her bed and beat at the mattress with her small fists.

Victoria Walker was just 13 and therefore now grown up and could do what she
liked couldn’t she? She wasn’t a child any more and she wasn’t going to be
told when she had to be home or when she could go to see her friends or when
to go to bed. Her parents didn’t want her to be normal, be happy. They just
wanted one of them robots what would do whatever they wanted and they could
switch it off when they was bored. Well she was grown up and was going to do
what she wanted now. She hated them. The mattress remained silent, neither
agreeing or disagreeing with her. She beat it again.

Downstairs decisions were being made. To her parents, Victoria had changed
overnight from a happy loveable little girl into a teenage monster. Like all
children she had misbehaved from time to time, but consistent loving
discipline and the occasional application of a ruler to their small
daughter’s bottom had kept her in line. She was well-behaved and polite in
company and her parents had been proud of her when compliments were
expressed about her. Until recently. She had changed almost overnight into a
‘know-it-all’, disobedient little madam.

Jane Walker had recently grumbled to her mother about Victoria, only to be
embarrassed by her mother’s reminder of what Jane had been like at that age.
Her mother also reminded her of the way she was cured of that kind of
behaviour and recommended the same remedy for Victoria. Jane had been
reluctant to consider a similar method, still aware after all the years of
how unpleasant that had been. Victoria was intelligent and normally very
sensible. It was a stage that would pass and she would talk to her as an
adult. After all, that was the way all the experts now recommended, wasn’t
it? Unfortunately, the experts hadn’t met her daughter and this latest
episode had pushed her too far. She telephoned her mother.

Upstairs, Victoria’s tantrum was abating and her mind was starting to take
control. She s’posed she had gone a bit too far that evening. But why
wouldn’t her parents realise that she was a young adult and should be
treated that way. Not all these stupid regulations about saying where she
was going and coming home at a certain time. Some of her friends said that
could go out and return home when they liked … midnight sometimes! Okay,
maybe they did exaggerate sometimes. She looked at her clock. She had been
in her room for a quarter of an hour. Someone would come up very soon. Then
there would be the same old lecture. Yakety-Yak. Then, she supposed she
wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of this one and mum would produce the
ruler. Well, she didn’t care. Joan of Arc was burned at the stake wasn’t she
‘cos she never gave up what was right. Well mum’s ruler wasn’t like being
burned like Joan, though it did sting quite a lot. She heard her dad’s car
start up and looked out of her window to see him driving away. She shrugged.
Well, he wasn’t going to be there so it would just be mum.

Downstairs, Victoria’s father was going out to his car and driving off. Mrs.
Walker went into the kitchen and washed up the dishes before getting out the
iron to press Victoria’s uniform for the next day. Victoria was small for
her age and as she looked at the clothes it was hard to believe that her
child had now reached her teenage years.

Upstairs, the time was passing slowly but inexorably. Victoria kept hearing
noises, sometimes like a footstep on the stairs and she tensed. But nothing
happened. Her resolve was slowly sapping away. ‘Come on! … If I’m going to
be spanked let’s get it over with!’ Her request was not answered. She
couldn’t have been forgotten could she? Mum never forgot, but she had never
been as long as this either. 25 minutes now. She sat up on her bed, picked
up a magazine and looked at it. But she couldn’t read. She hated waiting for
a punishment. She wanted it over with … yet she didn’t want it. Mum was
going to be really cross this time. A hand unconsciously strayed to her
bottom. … Maybe she had forgotten though? Maybe if she went and cleaned
her teeth and got into bed and pretended to be asleep when mum came up
nothing would happen? But if she went to the bathroom, mum would probably
hear her and be reminded. She would wait another five minutes then. The five
minutes turned into ten. Then she heard a car door close outside. She looked
out of the window. Her dad was back carrying something. Must have been to
the shops.

Downstairs, a key turned the latch on the front door and Mr. Walker came in.
He was met in the hallway by his wife and he handed her a thin parcel of
brown paper.

“Your mother says to remember the procedure and use it properly.”

Mrs. Walker gingerly unwrapped the parcel and shuddered as memories came
flooding back.

“Do you think we should give her another chance, Robert?”

“I think she’s already had that dear. And are you sure that you want to
explain to your mother why you didn’t use it after all? … Do you want me
to see to her instead?”

“N-no Robert, I know I have to do it. It’s just that she is just a little
girl … I wish the ruler could be enough.”

Upstairs, Vicky had sneaked out on to the landing, trying to listen to the
conversation from below. She could make out her parent’s voices but not what
they were saying. ‘Why don’t they just come and get it over with?!’ She was
getting scared now. Why had she been so stupid? Maybe dad would smack her.
He had done it once or twice and he made the ruler sting much more, though
he never gave as many as mum did. A door opened downstairs and Vicky shot
back into her bedroom and sat on the bed trying to look sorry.

Vicky has growing pains

Part 2

Jane and Robert mounted the stairs slowly. Vicky heard them coming and
trembled a little. She knew she had been very naughty and the next few
minutes were not going to be pleasant. The door opened and in came her
parents. She stood up at once.

“I’m sorry Mummy … I didn’t mean to .. it’s just ..that …. ” Her voice
trailed away.

“Victoria, I .. we .. are very disappointed with you. You knew what time you
should have been home yet you flagrantly disobeyed. You were an hour late
and when you were asked for an explanation you flew into a tantrum. What
have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mummy …. I just … well thought that now I’m 13 it would be
all right.”

“All right? … What has 13 got to do with it. You are a child and you will
do exactly as you are told, do you hear?”

“Y-yes Mummy”

“You know what happens when you misbehave. Pull that chair out and stand
behind it.”

Vicky stood a moment looking appealingly at her stern-faced mother and was
about to plead, then changed her mind and pulled out the chair from her
desk.

“Take your jeans and knickers down and bend over the back of the chair.”

Vicky slowly did as she was told and shuffled up to the chair and bent over
it, small hands gripping the edge of the seat. She looked to the side at her
mother and was puzzled that her mother was not holding the ruler in her
right hand as usual. Her mother looked at her father and nodded. Mr. Walker
produced from behind his back a cane which he handed to Vicky’s mother. Jane
held the cane gingerly at first as she remembered this very stick being
applied to her own backside so long ago. She held it between her hands and
tested the suppleness of the thin rattan. It bent easily still and when
released demonstrated its resilience.

Vicky, head upside down and looking sideways watched, eyed wide like
saucers. She half stood,

“Mum! .. You aren’t going to use that are you? … Pleeease! …. The
ruler’s enough .. I promise I won’t do it again … pleease!”

“Get back down at once Victoria! You have shown that you need something more
than the ruler now, perhaps this will teach you to do as you are told.”

Vicky got back down over the chair. Now she really was scared. She had heard
her mum tell her before how lucky she was that she didn’t get the cane like
her mum used to get at her age from grandma. And now she was.

Jane stood behind and to the left of Vicky, placing the end of the cane
across the lower fleshy part of the small bottom and adjusted her position.
Her hand was trembling. Victoria’s little bottom, neat globes now starting
to fill out nicely, seemed so vulnerable. The smooth tautened skin, so white
in contrast to the brown healthy legs below, would soon be marked. As she
looked the buttocks kept clenching in expectation of the imminent
punishment. Jane took the cane back, remembering her old tennis coach’s
instruction to keep her eyes on the ball. She kept her eye on the part of
her daughter’s anatomy which was to absorb the lesson. She looked at Robert,
standing impassively near the wall. He nodded.

The first stroke of the cane bit across both buttocks. Vicky, holding her
breath, felt it arrive. For a moment she was relieved that it was no worse
than the ruler. Then the stinging started to build up and burrow deep into
her tender young flesh. She had been determined not to show it hurt … that
she was grown up and could stand up to things. But this was like a dozen
wasps in a line across her bottom, stinging mercilessly. She heard a sound.
It was an ‘Aaarrgh!’ escaping from her tight lips. Her bottom wiggled
uncontrollably.

Jane waited for the squirming to subside. A thin white stripe had appeared
etched across the firm young mounds and was rapidly turning crimson.
Victoria had settled down again and Jane’s mind went back to her first
introduction to the cane at school. She’d had to wait while three of her
classmates preceded her in bending across a desk, looking very much like her
daughter looked now, though tight white knickers covered their bottoms. The
teacher hadn’t seemed to take the cane back far, but used a flick of the
wrist to impart momentum on impact. From the gyrations it had caused it
certainly had the desired effect. Jane would try to do the same.

She aimed for the under- part of Victoria’s buttocks, just above the crease
with the thighs. She took the cane back about three feet and then brought it
back, flexing her wrist as she did so. It worked to the extent that the cane
bit well into the taut skin, but her aim had been deflected and the tip of
the cane sank into the back of Victoria’s right thigh. There was a loud
squeal and Victoria leapt up rubbing her thigh furiously and tears trickled
down her cheeks. Jane told her to get back down at once. Vicky stuttered
that she couldn’t stand any more, it hurt terribly.

Jane knew the ordeal her daughter was going through, but she also knew that
if she didn’t insist on being obeyed this time, she would start to lose
control of Victoria in the future.

“Get back down at once Victoria,”

“I c-can’t mum .. pleease … it hurts too much … I won’t do it again ..
I’m sorry … pleeease.”

Victoria was hopping up and down while making her speech. Jane looked at
Robert.

“Hold her over the chair please Robert … let’s get this over with.”

“Come along young lady .. the sooner you obey the sooner it will be
finished.”

Robert held his hand out to his daughter and, eventually, she was coaxed
back over the chair with her father standing in front of her, his hands
firmly on her shoulders to pin her down.

Jane wanted to finish it too. She hated having to do this. Again she
measured the cane across the lower bottom and whipped in a sharp stroke.
Victoria tried to rear up but was held firmly by her father. At the other
end her legs kicked out and her feet drummed on the floor. Jane wasted no
time in applying a fourth stroke to re-energise the wild movements of
Vicky’s lower half.

It took a couple of minutes before Vicky subsided sufficiently for Jane to
say, “get up Victoria.” Robert released his daughter and stood back. Vicky
slowly and painfully got to her feet. Her hair was dishevelled and tears
streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled. A hand went to he bottom but was
quickly withdrawn as a touch on one of the weals awoke the wasps again.

“That was a taste Victoria. Next time you behave like that it will be worse,
do you hear?”

“Y-yes M-mum … I w-won’t do it again .. ever … p-promise. … I’ll b-be
g-good … ho-honest.”

” All right … now get yourself ready for bed and I’ll come up soon and
tuck you in.”

Jane and Robert left Victoria’s room. Jane took the cane to her bedroom and
hung it in the wardrobe before following Robert downstairs. She needed a
drink to wash away the nasty taste she had in her mouth.

Upstairs, Vicky dragged herself to the bathroom, splashed water on her face
and cleaned her teeth before getting into her pyjamas. She was still sobbing
and her bottom was still smarting intolerably. She tried to pull her pyjama
bottoms up but she was too sensitive to have the material near her skin.
With them at her ankles she shuffled to the mirror and twisted round to try
to see the damage. What she saw was four narrow crimson stripes burning deep
into her bottom. She couldn’t believe how such thin lines could hurt so
much, as if she had sat on some red hot wires. She climbed on to her bed and
automatically started to lie down on her back. Immediately she leapt up with
a loud yowl.

Half an hour later, refreshed by a drink and feeling calmer, Jane went up to
her daughter’s bedroom. She smiled at the sight of her little girl face down
on top of the covers, pyjama pants at her ankles, displaying her striped
bottom in all its glory. The very pose that Jane had adopted at that age
after a visit from the very same cane. How she adored her little girl.
Gently she bent over Vicky, putting an arm over her and whispering in her
ear. “I love you darling. It is all over.would you like me to put some cream
on your bottom to soothe it?”

Vicky turned her head to look at her mother and thought for a moment. “No
thank you Mummy. I know I was horrible tonight and deserved that spanking,
…. It was really awful and I don’t ever want it again…. But I don’t
think I should cheat and let you make it a bit better mum.”

Jane was overcome. Tears welled in her eyes and she hugged Vicky tightly,
kissing her over and over. “You’re a wonderful girl Vicky and I’m very proud
of you. Now try to get some sleep. Night dear.”

Jane walked quietly out of the room and down to Robert. Vicky smiled,
feeling secure. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.

Part 2

Jane and Robert mounted the stairs slowly. Vicky heard them coming and
trembled a little. She knew she had been very naughty and the next few
minutes were not going to be pleasant. The door opened and in came her
parents. She stood up at once.

“I’m sorry Mummy … I didn’t mean to .. it’s just ..that …. ” Her voice
trailed away.

“Victoria, I .. we .. are very disappointed with you. You knew what time you
should have been home yet you flagrantly disobeyed. You were an hour late
and when you were asked for an explanation you flew into a tantrum. What
have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mummy …. I just … well thought that now I’m 13 it would be
all right.”

“All right? … What has 13 got to do with it. You are a child and you will
do exactly as you are told, do you hear?”

“Y-yes Mummy”

“You know what happens when you misbehave. Pull that chair out and stand
behind it.”

Vicky stood a moment looking appealingly at her stern-faced mother and was
about to plead, then changed her mind and pulled out the chair from her
desk.

“Take your jeans and knickers down and bend over the back of the chair.”

Vicky slowly did as she was told and shuffled up to the chair and bent over
it, small hands gripping the edge of the seat. She looked to the side at her
mother and was puzzled that her mother was not holding the ruler in her
right hand as usual. Her mother looked at her father and nodded. Mr. Walker
produced from behind his back a cane which he handed to Vicky’s mother. Jane
held the cane gingerly at first as she remembered this very stick being
applied to her own backside so long ago. She held it between her hands and
tested the suppleness of the thin rattan. It bent easily still and when
released demonstrated its resilience.

Vicky, head upside down and looking sideways watched, eyed wide like
saucers. She half stood,

“Mum! .. You aren’t going to use that are you? … Pleeease! …. The
ruler’s enough .. I promise I won’t do it again … pleease!”

“Get back down at once Victoria! You have shown that you need something more
than the ruler now, perhaps this will teach you to do as you are told.”

Vicky got back down over the chair. Now she really was scared. She had heard
her mum tell her before how lucky she was that she didn’t get the cane like
her mum used to get at her age from grandma. And now she was.

Jane stood behind and to the left of Vicky, placing the end of the cane
across the lower fleshy part of the small bottom and adjusted her position.
Her hand was trembling. Victoria’s little bottom, neat globes now starting
to fill out nicely, seemed so vulnerable. The smooth tautened skin, so white
in contrast to the brown healthy legs below, would soon be marked. As she
looked the buttocks kept clenching in expectation of the imminent
punishment. Jane took the cane back, remembering her old tennis coach’s
instruction to keep her eyes on the ball. She kept her eye on the part of
her daughter’s anatomy which was to absorb the lesson. She looked at Robert,
standing impassively near the wall. He nodded.

The first stroke of the cane bit across both buttocks. Vicky, holding her
breath, felt it arrive. For a moment she was relieved that it was no worse
than the ruler. Then the stinging started to build up and burrow deep into
her tender young flesh. She had been determined not to show it hurt … that
she was grown up and could stand up to things. But this was like a dozen
wasps in a line across her bottom, stinging mercilessly. She heard a sound.
It was an ‘Aaarrgh!’ escaping from her tight lips. Her bottom wiggled
uncontrollably.

Jane waited for the squirming to subside. A thin white stripe had appeared
etched across the firm young mounds and was rapidly turning crimson.
Victoria had settled down again and Jane’s mind went back to her first
introduction to the cane at school. She’d had to wait while three of her
classmates preceded her in bending across a desk, looking very much like her
daughter looked now, though tight white knickers covered their bottoms. The
teacher hadn’t seemed to take the cane back far, but used a flick of the
wrist to impart momentum on impact. From the gyrations it had caused it
certainly had the desired effect. Jane would try to do the same.

She aimed for the under- part of Victoria’s buttocks, just above the crease
with the thighs. She took the cane back about three feet and then brought it
back, flexing her wrist as she did so. It worked to the extent that the cane
bit well into the taut skin, but her aim had been deflected and the tip of
the cane sank into the back of Victoria’s right thigh. There was a loud
squeal and Victoria leapt up rubbing her thigh furiously and tears trickled
down her cheeks. Jane told her to get back down at once. Vicky stuttered
that she couldn’t stand any more, it hurt terribly.

Jane knew the ordeal her daughter was going through, but she also knew that
if she didn’t insist on being obeyed this time, she would start to lose
control of Victoria in the future.

“Get back down at once Victoria,”

“I c-can’t mum .. pleease … it hurts too much … I won’t do it again ..
I’m sorry … pleeease.”

Victoria was hopping up and down while making her speech. Jane looked at
Robert.

“Hold her over the chair please Robert … let’s get this over with.”

“Come along young lady .. the sooner you obey the sooner it will be
finished.”

Robert held his hand out to his daughter and, eventually, she was coaxed
back over the chair with her father standing in front of her, his hands
firmly on her shoulders to pin her down.

Jane wanted to finish it too. She hated having to do this. Again she
measured the cane across the lower bottom and whipped in a sharp stroke.
Victoria tried to rear up but was held firmly by her father. At the other
end her legs kicked out and her feet drummed on the floor. Jane wasted no
time in applying a fourth stroke to re-energise the wild movements of
Vicky’s lower half.

It took a couple of minutes before Vicky subsided sufficiently for Jane to
say, “get up Victoria.” Robert released his daughter and stood back. Vicky
slowly and painfully got to her feet. Her hair was dishevelled and tears
streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled. A hand went to he bottom but was
quickly withdrawn as a touch on one of the weals awoke the wasps again.

“That was a taste Victoria. Next time you behave like that it will be worse,
do you hear?”

“Y-yes M-mum … I w-won’t do it again .. ever … p-promise. … I’ll b-be
g-good … ho-honest.”

” All right … now get yourself ready for bed and I’ll come up soon and
tuck you in.”

Jane and Robert left Victoria’s room. Jane took the cane to her bedroom and
hung it in the wardrobe before following Robert downstairs. She needed a
drink to wash away the nasty taste she had in her mouth.

Upstairs, Vicky dragged herself to the bathroom, splashed water on her face
and cleaned her teeth before getting into her pyjamas. She was still sobbing
and her bottom was still smarting intolerably. She tried to pull her pyjama
bottoms up but she was too sensitive to have the material near her skin.
With them at her ankles she shuffled to the mirror and twisted round to try
to see the damage. What she saw was four narrow crimson stripes burning deep
into her bottom. She couldn’t believe how such thin lines could hurt so
much, as if she had sat on some red hot wires. She climbed on to her bed and
automatically started to lie down on her back. Immediately she leapt up with
a loud yowl.

Half an hour later, refreshed by a drink and feeling calmer, Jane went up to
her daughter’s bedroom. She smiled at the sight of her little girl face down
on top of the covers, pyjama pants at her ankles, displaying her striped
bottom in all its glory. The very pose that Jane had adopted at that age
after a visit from the very same cane. How she adored her little girl.
Gently she bent over Vicky, putting an arm over her and whispering in her
ear. “I love you darling. It is all over.would you like me to put some cream
on your bottom to soothe it?”

Vicky turned her head to look at her mother and thought for a moment. “No
thank you Mummy. I know I was horrible tonight and deserved that spanking,
…. It was really awful and I don’t ever want it again…. But I don’t
think I should cheat and let you make it a bit better mum.”

Jane was overcome. Tears welled in her eyes and she hugged Vicky tightly,
kissing her over and over. “You’re a wonderful girl Vicky and I’m very proud
of you. Now try to get some sleep. Night dear.”

Jane walked quietly out of the room and down to Robert. Vicky smiled,
feeling secure. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.

By carol

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THE SPEECH IMPEDIMENT (F/f)

THE SPEECH IMPEDIMENT (F/f)
By: Juanoneone

Disclaimer: This is just fiction. Hitting children is cruel and
counter-productive.

Fifteen year old Nicole Fullerton plonked herself down in
a seat near the front and smiled at the dark-haired, tan girl
sitting to her left. “Hi!” she said brightly, flashing white
teeth “I’m Nicole”.
“Shut up!” hissed the other girl through clenched teeth,
keeping her eyes fixed on the blank chalkboard, despite the fact
that the teacher had not even arrived. Nicole wasn’t going to waste
her time being offended. She turned to her right and flashed her
smile again. “I’m Nicole. It’s my first year at this school.
What’s your name?”. The girl sitting across from her pretended not
to hear her, but just sat perfectly still, eyes to the front. Now
Nicole was getting irritated despite herself. She span in her seat,
and realized for the first time that the entire class of thirty
girls were still as statues. She turned to her left again, and
asked “is this a joke?”.
“Shut *up*!” hissed the girl again, never even looking
Nicole in the eye. Nicole frowned.
“*You* shut up!” she retorted.
“Nicole, listen very carefully and I just might save your
ass. Everyone in this room prayed never to be put in Miss Banks
class, but we are. For two years. Now keep your mouth shut and
never draw attention to yourself for any reason”. Nicole shook her
head in incomprehension, her blonde pigtails swinging. “I could
have been in any class, but I head the academic results were good
for Miss Banks. I was told she had Tourette’s Syndrome or
something, but I can ignore that”. A grim smile spread on the other
girl’s lips. “You *chose* to be in this class? You’ll regret it.
Now be quiet. If Miss-”. The door swung open suddenly. Nicole
snapped her attention to the front of the room, beginning to feel
butterflies in her stomach. Something wasn’t right here.
Miss Banks entered the silent classroom. She was a tall
woman, beautiful with icy blue eyes and blonde hair bound tightly
behind her head in a bun. She wore a neat gray tweed skirt and a
long-sleeved white blouse. Apart from a touch of red lipstick, her
fair skin seemed free of makeup. Her face twitched for a second,
one eye winking, as she scanned the room. She hiccuped. Miss Banks
began to walk up and down the rows, looking at the girls with a
steely gaze. The students tried not to lean away from her as she
patrolled. “I am Miss Banks” she announced “and I will be your
teacher for the next two years”. Her face twitched
again. “Spanking” she said quietly. Then more loudly “over that
time, we shall get to know each other very well. I expect the
highest standards of academic excellence, and in return, I offer the
highest standards of teaching. Bottom”. The girls hardly dared to
breathe. “I trust that we shall have a fruitful spanking. Excuse
me. I trust that we shall have a fruitful relationship. As most of
you have no-doubt heard, I do have a neurological speech
impediment. A paddle. A neurological speech impediment that causes
me, on occasion, to spank your bare bottom. That causes me on
occasion to bare bottom spankings. That causes me on occasion to
add words to my sentences. It has been my sad experience, over the
years, that certain girls find this a suitable inspiration for
mirth. Well let me assure you young ladies that I will not be
standing for mockery. I *will* have respect in this classroom, and
if you are not grown up enough to give me that respect, then I will
*make* you give me that respect. Anyone who thinks that it is funny
to laugh at my neurological speech impediment will bare bottom
spankings will soon be laughing on the other side of their face. On
the other face of their bottom. On their face. Will be facing
another spanking of their bottom. Will soon not be finding my
neurological speech impediment so very funny anymore”. Nicole’s
reason told her that this *had* to be some kind of joke, but her
instincts for self-preservation kept her perfectly still. She
wished that she had signed up for another class.
“You may have heard that I am strict. Yes, I am strict
punishment. Yes, I am strict, but I am fair skin turning to pink
and to red as it is slapped by my palm. But I am fair. Now, I
would be the first to pull down a girl’s panties. I would be the
first to admit that no class is ever perfect. You all have firm
young bottoms. Yet perfection is not what I seek. What I seek is
your personal best, and you *will* give me your personal best if I
have to *make* you. Those of you who behave yourselves will have
nothing to wear. Nothing to fear. On the other hand, I will not
stand for troublemakers. If you need to be punished, then I will
punish you. As much as I hate to, if necessary, I will resort to
the ultimate deterrent”. She paused, then said “spankings”, drawing
the word out slowly, as if unsure how to pronounce it. I do enjoy
administering corporal punishment. I do *not* enjoy administering
corporal punishment. However, if you force my hand slapping hard on
your bare red bottom spank spank however if you force my hand, then
I can and will employ it”. All eyes were locked on the teacher’s
face, their attention complete.
“You may even have heard that no girl has ever made it
through this class without having had her bare bottom soundly
spanked by me. That’s all true. But don’t lose sight of the reason
we are all spanking. Don’t lose sight of the reason I am spanking.
Don’t lose sight of the reason we are all here. Education.
Spanking you. Education. Bare bottom. What did you say?”. She
jabbed her finger at Nancy Gallagher, who had been absolutely still
and silent the entire time. Nancy’s heart froze in terror. She
started, shifting in her seat and then freezing in a new position,
eyes locked on her teacher’s face, above and to her right-
front. “Me, ma’am?”.
“Yes, you with the long dirty-blonde hair and the and the
brown eyes and the freckles. Bottom. What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything Miss Banks” answered Nancy in a
wavering voice.
“See me after class. Where was I? Education.
Spankings. Education. Those of you who excel academically *will*
receive the recognition they deserve to have their bare bottoms
soundly spanked. Receive the recognition they deserve. Much of the
material that we will be covering will be new to you, and nobody.
Nobody. No panties. Spankings. No panties. Spankings. No
panties. Spankings. Nobody understands better than I do that new
material requires new study habits. While the academic demands made
on you will be challenging, you will be relieved to hear. You will
be relieved to be spanked. You will be spanked. You will be
relieved to hear that I am a reasonable woman. A cruel woman. A
reasonable woman who will not expect more of you than you can give.
The discipline and skills that you learn in this classroom will be
invaluable to you in later life, whether in business, or academia,
or firm young bare bottoms, round and smooth, hot and red under my
palm as I spank and spank and spank. Or other fields. Spanking
Susan Gallagher’s bare bottom after class. Red spanking”. Susan
Gallagher’s jaw dropped in despair, but she shut it quickly and
fearfully. She tried not to let her eyes grow damp.
“You have no doubt read bottom. You have no doubt read
about the raising of skirts. Raising of the standards of living
over the last twenty years. Last twenty spankings. Years.
Spankings. However, what you may not have read, is that skirts are
raised for a spanking. Is that standards have been rising for a
reason. Hard work. Hard spankings. Hard spankings work. Work
spankings. Hard spankings. The hard work of the generations of the
past. If standards of living are to continue to rise in the future,
it can only be through the hard work of the generation who will be
the workers of tomorrow. I have a paddle. If the generation has
worked hard, things will go well. But nobody will prosper if no
panties. No panties for you. But nobody will prosper if nobody
works hard, long spankings. Bend over! Over my knee! Down with
your panties! What does this mean for you? It means that I will be
spanking you. It means that you must work hard. Working hard is not
a matter of degree. You either work hard or you don’t. Work hard
and you will get spankings. Work hard and you and I will get along
very well indeed. Spankings over my knee! But if you don’t work
hard, it is my duty to guide you back *on* to the path of hard
work. Strict spankings. You must do as you are told”.
“Punishment. Now is the time of the punishment. Now is
the time to seize the day. Sometimes I feel you lying over my knee,
panties down as I spank your peachy bare bottom. Your bare red
bottom begging for mercy. And the only time to seize the day is
*now*. Spank your spankings bottom. Spank it hot. When I make
you work, it is for your own benefit. Remember that. If you are
unruly, I will put a stop to it. If you behave yourself, I will
spank your bottom. If you behave yourself, and if you work hard,
which is really just a part of behaving yourself. Then I will spank
your bottom. Then I will recognize your bottom, just as you have
recognized my authority.
“Let us not forget that while we don’t face the same
challenges that our forebears had to face, our times bring new
challenges of their own. Whether we like it or not, our country is
now part of a global community. The competition is very real. If
citizens of foreign countries work harder than citizens of this
country, then they will overtake us. The Japanese have hot
spankings. The Japanese girl gets hot spankings. Hot spank. Hot
freeze. Freeze you!”. Her finger pointed at Alice Nakada. The
Asian girl tried to freeze, but cringed a little in her seat as she
looked up at Miss Banks with frightened brown eyes. “You with the
shiny black hair, cut to shoulder length. Soft. You with the brown
eyes. The Japanese girl bottom. The Japanese girl with the
bottom. You with the Japanese girl with the Japanese girl bottom
hot spankings”. There was silence for a moment.
“Yes Miss Banks?” Alice asked very quietly.
“Spanks. What were you just doing?”
“When Miss Banks?”
“Spank the little Japanese girl. When? When I
said `Freeze’! When do you think? Are you trying to try my
patience young lady? Now tell me at once what you were just doing”.
“I wasn’t doing *anything* Miss Banks” she swore. As far
as she could recall, the only thing she had been doing at the time
Miss Banks said “Freeze” was sitting perfectly still, praying that
the woman would not notice her.
“I see. Stay after class Japanese spankings”.
“I’m American Miss Banks. In case you… I’m an American
citizen. If that’s-” offered the frightened Alice in a small
voice. “It’s just that you said `Japanese spankings’”. She heard
the clock ticking for a couple of seconds, the world otherwise
frozen silently around her. She could feel a damp chill under her
collar. The chill grew into a cold tremor running down her
spine. “You said that we have to be competing with other nations.
And then you said that the Japanese girl gets hot spankings and then
you told me to freeze and-”
“Are you making fun of me?” demanded Miss Banks, hands on
her hips.
“No Miss Banks!” promised Alice desperately. “Its just
that Kyoko Toda over there was born in Japan”. Kyoko almost
squealed in rage and fear. The taller girl wore an immaculate
uniform, and sat with a perfect posture. Not a strand of her long
black hair was out of place. Her eyes locked with those of her
teacher. She passionately wished that her English was better. “I
am a good girl” she promised “beneficial spankings will please not
be needed thank you ma’am”.
“You be *quiet*!” snapped Miss Banks at her, stabbing the
air at her with her index finger. Kyoko gasped with a sharp intake
of air and flinched backward. Miss Banks turned her gaze back on
Alice Nakada. “Are you making fun of me girl with the bottom smooth
and just a little plump spankings are you making fun of me girl with
the Japanese bottom girl. Girl with the off with your panties. Are
you making fun of me?”
“Oh *no* Miss Banks” Alice assured her desperately.
“Because it seems to me that when I tell you freeze, and
you suddenly start telling me that some other girl has no panties
on, is Japanese with no panties Japanese, then you aren’t being very
respectful. I don’t stand for lack of respect. That would be bad
enough. But then you try to excuse your behavior by telling me that
*I* said bare bottom spankings. Telling me that *I* said that the
Japanese have hot spankings. That you deserve a hot spanking. That
bottom. Telling me that *I* said that in Japan, bare bottom
spankings on the bare bottom as you beg for mercy. The fact that I
have a speech impediment does not give you the right to wear
panties. Does not give you the right to make a mockery of this
classroom. Hairbrush in my drawer. You can stay after class every
day this week young bare bottom spankings and we’ll see what that
does for your attitude. Where was I before I was so rude. So rude
bottom. Before the comedian graced us with her bottom over my
knee. Before the comedian graced us with her wit. Where was I?
Born in Japan girl, you can stay after class every afternoon this
week too”. She suddenly jabbed her finger at Kyoko, making the girl
gasp in horror. She gaped. Her mouth moved a little, but no sound
emerged.
“Not another Japanese bottom from you young lady, or so
help me, you can stay after class every day for a month! I won’t
allow your panties in this classroom. I won’t allow strict
misbehavior. Obedient misbehavior. I *will* have Japanese
spankings. I will have appropriate Japanese girl spankings behavior
on the bare in this classroom from *every* student without
exception. It doesn’t matter *what* country you were born in -
here, you will do as you are told. I will *not* be mocked!”.
“You may think that I am strict with you, but believe me,
some day you will thank your spank. You will thankfully spank. You
will spank Susan Gallagher’s bare bottom as red as can be after
class. You may think that I am strict with you, but believe me, I
am strict with you. But believe me, one day you will look back and
take her panties down for what I have done”.
“Remember, there is only one teacher but there are two red
Japanese bottoms after class. There is only one teacher but there
are two spanked Japanese girls with their panties down. But there
are two ways you can relate to the teacher. You can be spanked over
my knee. You can relate as a bare spanked bottom or a spanked bare
bottom. You can relate as a prisoner to a jailer or as an obedient,
hard working student to a fair and reasonable bitch cruel bitch.
You can relate as a prisoner to a spanking jailer. You can be my
spankings prisoner. You can relate to me as a prisoner to a jailer
or as an obedient, hard spanked student to a fair and reasonable
authority”.
“Let me draw your attention back to the smack. To the
smack smack smack. Let me draw your attention back to the reason
you are in this class. Down with your panties. Education.
Learning. And learning, as you should know, requires your focussed
attention. Nobody will be napping in my slapping. No-one will be
napping over my knee. Nobody will be napping in *my* class. And
when I say slapping I mean your bottom. When I say napping, I mean
sitting there daydreaming, as if the knowledge were just somehow
magically going to transfer itself to your head”.
“I am in charge here. I run this classroom as I want to,
so as soon as you enter this room, you might as well bend over. So
as soon as you enter this room you might as well bend over and drop
your panties for a good spanking you naughty girl there’s no point
pleading with me young lady you’ve earned it and now you are going
to get it. Bad girl. Naughty girl. Spankings for you. Spankings
on your spankings. Naughty spankings girl spankings spankings. I
run this classroom as I want to, so as soon as you enter this room,
you had better be doing things *my* way. Look at the title for
today’s class in your syllabus: “Orientation”. The girls looked at
their syllabi obediently. There was no class titled “Orientation”.
The title for today’s class was “Bare bottom spankings on the
spankings bottom”. The girls all looked back up at their teacher.
None of them made a sound. “That means that today is the day you
orient yourselves, the day you find out how life will be in my
class. Oriental girl spanked across my knee, panties down, crying
from the pain of her richly deserved strict corporal punishment.
Crying from the spankings bottom of the crying from the spankings
bottom of the spankings bottom of bottom bottom. Just calm down.
Spankings. Calm down. Settle down. Bare bottom spankings bottom.
Take a deep breath”. The teacher stopped talking and took some deep
breaths. The class sat absolutely still, watching her with wide,
fearful eyes.
“Now, you should have before you a notebook of clean white
paper, at least three blue pens, and a rulers are for spankings.
And a ruler for spankings on your bare bottom, and a bare bottom
spankings ruler. Notepad, pens and a ruler are what you will need.
Oh – not just three blue pens. I almost forgot. You will also need
a pencil with sharpener, a black pen, and a red spanked bottom. A
black pen and a red pen, red like your bare spanked bottom. Listen
carefully this time. Pens – three blue, one black, one red.
Pencils, one with sharpener. There. Don’t you dare forget. I will
punish you if you forget. Five pens and a pencil – six writing
implements in all. *You*!”. Her finger extended directly at the
new girl, Nicole Fullerton. Nicole jumped in her chair as if a shot
had rang out. She quickly looked left and right in the vain hope
that someone else might be the target of the terrible finger, but
all eyes were on her. She returned her gaze to the cold blue eyes
above her, her heart hammering madly in her chest. “Me Miss Banks?”
she squeaked.
“Yes *you*! Girl with the long blonde pigtails and the
dimples and the expression on your face, you know the expression
like you are a naughty girl who needs a good spanking. Blonde girl
sitting there like you need a good hard spanking. Have you been
paying attention? Why don’t you tell me what I have been saying?’.
Nicole knew very well that she had been paying close attention. All
she had to do was disentangle everything. She took a quick deep
breath in a gasp and hurriedly answered “you are Miss Banks and you
will be my teacher for the next two years. You have high
requirements for us academically and demand a high standard of
behavior. We must always take you and your class seriously. You
are strict but you are fair. Girls who behave themselves have
nothing to fear, but troublemakers will be punished, and if
necessary, spanked-”.
“Firm bottom” interrupted Miss Banks, twitching slightly.
“We are here to be educated, which will require new study
habits, and the education we receive here will be very useful to us
in later life. You said that while standards of living have been
rising in this country over recent years, this is because of hard
work, and if standards are to continue to rise, more hard work will
be required, particularly given the international competition we
face. You are in charge and you will make us work and behave. We
must have a white notebook, three blue pens, a black pen, a red pen,
a pencil, and a ruler”. Miss Banks stood there, the left side of
her face occasionally twitching.
“That was very good” she conceded, and Nicole let her held
breath slowly escape from between her teeth. “You are new here
aren’t you?” asked the teacher.
“Yes Miss Banks. I am Nicole Fullerton”.
“Nicole Fullerton” mused Miss Banks, as if carefully
tasting the name in her mouth. “Yes, I remember. You have a
reputation for being intelligent, and a hard worker, and well
behaved”.
“I will work hard and do what you say, Miss Banks” Nicole
promised. Under other circumstances, she would have found the
conversation demeaning, but right now, all she wanted was to be
whatever the teacher wanted her to be.
“I’m very pleased to hear it. I think that you and I
shall get along famously”. Nicole could have wept with relief, but
kept her cool. “Thank you, Miss Banks” she said. The teacher
turned her back and began to walk back to the front of the
classroom. “Of course, I would be remiss in my duties as a teacher
if I didn’t ensure that my girls were as prepared for the outside
world as they can be. So often, it is the good pupil, inexperienced
in the ways of punishment, who strays from the right path. She
doesn’t know just how *painful* punishment can be, and so does not
always have the sense to fear it, as does the girl who has been
*made* good through administered discipline”. Miss Banks had
reached the front of the room, and span on her heel again to face
the class in general, and Nicole in particular. “Given this, it is
my unpleasant duty to ensure that you have sufficient experience of
being punished punished bottom bare bottom spankings. Excuse me.
Where was I? Spanking. Yes. Nicole Fullerton, it is my sad duty
to give you a spanking. Right here. Right now. Come to the front
of the class”. Nicole felt no fear. Everything was too unreal, the
world a dream about her. She put her pen down tidily against the
side of her notepad, and stood. Followed by all eyes in the class,
the girl slowly made her way down to the front where her teacher
waited. Miss Banks placed her chair away from her desk, and sat in
it, facing the class. “Bend over my knee like a naughty girl.
Naughty girl. Spank naughty girl” instructed Miss Banks. Still in
a dream of disbelief, Nicole walked to the woman’s left and gently
laid herself across her knees. She stared at the dull beige
carpet. Miss banks raised her blue skirt and laid it up over her
back, leaving the girl exposed in her little pink panties before the
class. Nicole bit her lip and crossed her ankles behind her. She
tensed all over and gasped quietly as Miss Banks took hold of the
sides of her panties and slid them down to her thighs, presenting
her bare bottom to the view of the thirty girls who sat as still as
statues, watching in helpless sympathy. “Take a good look at those
rounded white cheeks, girls” instructed Miss Banks “they will soon
be as red, as hot and as spanked as can be. Keep in mind that when
you are bad in my class, your bottoms will be treated exactly the
same”.
Miss Banks began to give Nicole her bare bottom spanking,
hard. The sound of the slaps filled the air as the woman’s palm
rained down across the poor girl’s naked behind. Nicole felt a fire
lit behind her and fought hard to choke back her cries, emitting
only the tinniest of yelps as her bottom burned. The girls watched
as her shuddering buttocks pinkened and reddened from slaps. Nicole
screwed up her eyes but tears broke out between her eyelids and
began to make their way slowly down her lightly freckled cheeks. “I
do enjoy this. I don’t enjoy this” Miss Banks told the class. “I
consider it an onerous duty that I must perform as Nicole’s teacher
to take her helpless over my knee, pull down her panties and spank
and spank and spank and spank that young bare bottom just as red as
can be as she begs and pleads for mercy. No mercy for Nicole. No
panties. Where was I? Yes. I do enjoy this don’t enjoy this. It
is a sad thing to have to spank and spank your pupils”. Nicole
clutched the legs of the chair in her pain, gasping and snorting as
she jerked with every smack. “How much sadder it is to know that
every last one of you, sooner or later, will be taken over my knee,
your skirts lifted up and your panties taken down, to have your
firm, bare young bottoms punished without mercy. Think about how
hot and red and *sore* your naked peaches will be! Think of how I
shall slap and smack and spank you! How you will cry as you lie
helpless on my lap, my palm striking cruelly again and again and
again onto your tender flesh. Oh yes. How sad. Duty is. Duty is
so sad”. Nicole’s breath came in ragged sobs now, her salty tears
dripping freely onto the carpet. Still the spanks came, hard and
fast. “But regardless of the spanking of the sadness of the
spankings, let us never lose sight of our ultimate goals and
ideals. Why is it that Nicole Fullerton spank will be spanked
today? Why is it that Nicole Fullerton will be spanked on so many
other days, being laid again and again and again across my knee, her
panties taken down by me time after time after time? Why is it that
she will be punished and punished again, regardless of how perfect
her behavior may be? Yes indeed. Let us never lose sight of that.
Let us never forget that bare bottom spankings spankings bare bottom
hot red bare bottom spanking. If we keep that in mind, then the
future cannot be but rosy bottom indeed”.

Skyy meets Nathan – Part 1 – M/f

I was going through attention withdrawals. Does that make sense?
Mike wasn’t paying a bit of attention to me anymore, but instead he
was out flirting with other girls, girls older than me, and Scott was
doing about the same. At least I still had Brian to talk to, the shy
quiet one. I mean, he and I talked a little, and he was so devoted
to his girlfriend, he wouldn’t even think about looking at another
girl, well, except me, but you know what I mean. Although it was fun
to talk to Brian, I still felt lonely, cause Brian just wasn’t Mike.
He wasn’t funloving and didn’t hang around me all that much. That’s
why I was ecstatic when Brian told me that his younger brother was
going to hang out with us for a while. We were stopping by Brian’s
hometown and he had promised Nathan, his brother, that he could hang
out with the band and get to ride on the bus and everything.

Now, Nate, he was a couple of years younger than me, and as far as I
knew, he could be as immature as some of the kids that I knew who
went to the junior high back where I was from. But I was definitely
going to give him a chance and hope that he didn’t have a girlfriend
so he and I could get a little closer than just friends. I kept my
fingers crossed that he was a Mike Jr.

The day that I met Nathan, I was really excited. We had been on the
bus for a good six hours or so and everyone was getting irritable
because they were all hungry. We had basically gotten sick of our
stash of pringles and Snickers bars. I was in the mood for a burger,
but it seemed to be only me. I think everyone else was just ready to
go to sleep without having to worry about falling off of their bed
from a sharp turn. I was good though.

We finally stopped at a restuarant where I instantly recognized
Nathan. He had the same kind of figure as his brother, the same
color hair and definitely the same eyes. He was wearing baggy jeans
and a T-shirt that said “EMO kid.” I giggled a bit because I thought
it was so adorable. He walked slowly towards us, letting out a
slight grin. “Hey there, little man,” Mike said, playfully punching
him.

“Heya,” Nate said, grinning the same adorable smile that Brian had.
I could tell that he was going to be my type of guy.

Brian gave him a slight hug then introduced us all, me being last, of
course. “This is Skyy, Scott’s little sis,” he said. I shook
Nathan’s hand, he grinning and me blushing furiously because he was
just so darn cute.

We all walked into the restuarant together and ordered our food then
talked over dinner. I found out that Nathan was 13, going on 14, he
and his mom were getting along great, he passed school with decent
grades, and his alltime favorite band was KoRn. I found it easy to
be quiet while he was talking, and while everyone else was, I guess
mostly cause I finally got that burger I wanted.

That night we stayed at a hotel and I got a room all by myself
because I’m special like that. I was excited because it was the
first time that I had gotten to stay in a room by myself. Usually I
shared a room with Scott, sometimes with him and another guy. But
this time he got me my very own room. I picked with him a little,
saying that I was going to jump on the bed and listen to my music
loudly, and Mike said that it Scott would do it too, cause he always
liked to jump on the bed in his underwear. I asked Mike if he jumped
on the bed in his underwear, too, and he said that he jumped on the
bed naked. I giggled and left it at that.

Nathan and I went down to the pool for a little while just to talk
and cause he didn’t want to go by himself and nobody else offered.

“I feel like I’ve been talking all night and you haven’t said a
word,” he told me, taking off his shirt and jumping into the water.

I shrugged. “I guess I don’t have much to say,” I said, sitting down
with my feet in the water. He went under water and came back up,
pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

“Well, I know you’re name is Skyy, and you’re 15, but uh, that’s
about all I know. Oh, and you’re Scott’s little sis.”

I blushed. “That’s about all there is to me,” I said.

“Nahh,” he answered, swimming closer to me then going back underwater
and blowing some bubbles. He floated on his back for a moment. “You
and your brother close?” he asked.

I thought about the incident on the first concert that we went to and
subconsciously. If that’s what you call close… “Yeah, I guess.”

“That’s awesome. Me and Brian are kinda close, but you know,” he
said, shrugging. “Brian’s more like my dad, really quiet and
reserved, and I’m more like my mom, outgoing and the class clown.”

I nodded. “Scott and I are basically the same.”

He smiled. “You’re pretty,” he said suddenly.

I knew I blushed like crazy when he said that. “Uhm, thanks…” I
replied, unsure of how to answer such a statement.

It was his turn to blush. “Sorry, that was completely random. I
mean, lots of girls think your brother is hott, and I was basically
saying that’s how you guys were alike…”

I nodded. “Well, you’re a cutie yourself.” I grinned and so did
he. He swam around a little more, finally talking me into swimming
around with him. It felt kind of weird, seeing as he was only 13,
and I was 15, but I didn’t let it bother me too much. He was
actually turning into that guy that I hoped he’d be. We swam around,
just talking and goofing around until we were kicked out at midnight,
when the pool closed. We both wobbled back to our rooms, shivering
from going from the warm water to the airconditioned hotel room.

“Goodnight, Skyy,” Nate said, staring into my eyes.

I smiled. “Night, Nate.”

*****

The next morning I arose happily to the loud banging on my door and
Mike’s ever so cheerful voice telling me to wake up sleepyhead. I
also heard Scott say that he knew they shouldn’t have given me a room
to myself. That made me smile and want to annoy them more, so I just
lay in bed, thinking about Nathan for a few minutes until their
banging got on my nerves. I stomped to the door and said, “Jesus,
don’t you guys know how to keep it down when one’s trying to sleep?”

Mike rolled his eyes in a girlish way and opened the door farther,
walking past me and bringing Scott with him.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I asked, irritated.

“We’re invading your room, mwahahahaha,” Mike said, plopping down on
my bed and flipping the tv on.

I glanced at my brother. He just shrugged and sat next to Mike,
watching whatever show was on MTV showing half naked girls jumping
around. “What’s the plan for the day?” I asked.

Mike was too enthralled into the television show to answer me so
Scott went for it. “We’ve got a band practice in a couple of hours.
Nathan wants to go, so I figured that you probably did, too.”

I blushed.

“I mean, so he wouldn’t be alone. Besides, I wasn’t too keen on the
idea of you staying here alone.”

I rolled my eyes. “Awwies, Scottsy, you know I can be alone. I’m a
big girl.”

Scott grinned. “So that means you’re going to go with us?”

I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see my
big brother practicing his guitar with his super cool friends.”

“Right…”

We all stared at the tv for a moment until Mike finally decided to
get up. “Mmmk, you can get dressed now, Shorty. We’ll leave ya
alone. See ya at the bus in 30? We’re going to eat before practice.”

I nodded and practically shoved them out of the room. I took a quick
shower then dressed in my favorite pair of pants and one of the band
T-shirts then tied my shoes frantically and ran out of the door. The
guys all congregated outside of the bus. They must’ve been waiting
for me.

“I’m here!” I shouted.

Mike grinned widely and Nathan tackled me in a hug. “It’s the Skyy!”
he said, hugging me tightly.

“Yes,” I said, nodding then following everyone onto the bus.

We had a fun lunch, Nathan, Mike, and I getting into a bit of a food
fight while Brian and Scott just laughed at us. We finally stopped
when Francis pointed out that we could get kicked out of the
restuarant for that. We looked around and saw some people staring at
us and decided to stop. That didn’t keep me from tickling Nathan.
He was so adorable when he sqeaked and bounced up in his chair. By
the end of the meal, Mike and Scott were tickling him, too.

After lunch we drove to the venue. It was approaching 4:00. We
parked in the huge parking lot and went inside, Nathan and I sitting
down on the floor in front of the stage. We played around for a
little while, giggling and poking one another. Finally we settled
down and listened to our brother’s do what they did best, play
music. It was really calming and relaxing and they were so good, it
made me proud of my older brother who had worked so hard to
accomplish what he was doing.

“Hey,” Nathan whispered in my ear, “I’m going to go to the bus for a
few minutes. I’ll be back in a little while.”

I nodded, wanting to follow him, but not really going to since I knew
there was a reason he was going by himself or he would have asked me
to join him. So I sat there alone for a few minutes, absorbing
myself into the music until they stopped and hopped off stage,
drinking some water. They all sat around the bar for a little while
and I sat against the wall, watching them, bored out of my mind. I
finally joined them and they talked to me about how they were going
to go to a bar down the street for a little while to kill time before
the show and asked if I’d be okay with Nathan and I just kind of
shrugged, still hating the fact that I was losing their attention.
They told me that they’d be back before too much longer because they
all still had to take a shower and everything. I nodded and stalked
off to the bus.

When I got inside I came across something that I wasn’t intending to
see. Yes, I was expecting to see Nathan, but not him going through
his brother’s stuff, coming out with a few twenty dollar bills. He
jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the roof.

“Oh man, Skyy, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were…”

“What are you doing?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.

“Er,” he says, a bit intimidated by my sudden angry appearance. He
put the money down and says, “I was just looking…” He crawled back
on the bed a little.

“You were taking Brian’s money?” I asked, a little shocked myself.

“Er, kinda,” he answered. “But I was going to give it all back.
Please don’t tell him,” he begged. He was so adorable I couldn’t
resist it. I hopped onto the bed next to him.

“You know, taking your brother’s money like that is really naughty,”
I said in a provocative voice.

He grinned. “I know, Skyy. I’m sorry,” he said, putting on his best
puppy face.

I sighed. “I know, Nathan. Just put the money back, okay?”

He seemed a bit disappointed, but I really wasn’t in the mood for any
type of playing like that, especially since I had just gotten spanked
a few weeks before and that was still fresh in my mind. He said
nothing, just put the money back and laid on the bed.

“What’d you want it for anyway?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted it and I figured
he had some to spare.” He stared at the ceiling and I laid down next
to him.

“The guys are all gone to some stupid bar.”

He nodded. “Figures,” he said. He rolled over and faced me, putting
his fingertips to my face. We looked into each other’s eyes for a
minute. “How far have you gone?” he asked suddenly.

I nearly jumped. “Excuse me?” I said. That wasn’t what I was
expecting to hear…

He blushed. “Nevermind.”

“How far have I gone? Like, with a guy?”

He nodded, face still beat red.

I let out a nervous laugh. “Uhm, well… I dunno…”

There was an uneasy silence and all of a sudden he kissed me. I was
a bit surprised at this, too, but I didn’t fight. I didn’t even
fight when he went farther than I wanted, slipping his shirt over his
head, and mine too. It all seemed to move in slow motion and I felt
a little drunk, but maybe that was because my heart was pounding
inside my chest so much that I could barely breathe. He seemed to
know what he was doing and I just followed along, not protesting
because I felt like it was the thing that I wanted to do, too. That
is, until all of my clothes were piled up with his and we lay there
together, his arm around me, kissing my forehead gently. We looked
into each other’s eyes again, wondering if this is what we wanted,
and I didn’t know if he did, because I didn’t know him that well. He
began to do some stuff that didn’t bother me too much. Actually I
kinda liked it. Kinda liked it until I heard the door slam and
someone exclaim, “What the FUCK?!?!?!?!”

Nathan and I both jumped a good five feet in the air. I noticed
Brian standing near us, the look of utter shock on his face. It
would have been funny if it wasn’t me, if it was in a movie or
something. Both of us blushed and I covered myself up with the
sheet. Brian turned around a little so Nathan could grab his boxers
and pants and put them back on. I heard him mutter, “oh my God,”
while he was turned around and I just kind of sat there, not doing
much of anything, still scared to death because we were caught.
Brian stood breathing, Nathan stood there in only his jeans, and I
sat on the bed, sheet wrapped around me. We stayed like that for
what seemed like minutes. Finally Brian turned back
around. “Nathan, come with me.” He looked at me. “Get dressed.” I
nodded as Nate followed Brian towards the front of the bus, shutting
the door behind them. I hurried and put my clothes on, my body
shaking all over with fear of what would happen. I put on my socks
and shoes last and opened the door, finding myself in the same room
as Nate and Brian. Brian was sitting down, head in hands and Nate
sat near him, a not-so-frightened look on his face. “I knew you guys
got along,” Brian began, “but I didn’t know that… Oh God.” He
looked up. “Sit,” he commanded and I did as I was told. “You two
stay right there and I’ll be right back,” he ordered, glaring at each
of us. We were a good distance apart so I guess he figured that he
could trust us for the couple of minutes he was gone.

“Oh man,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Nathan said. “It’ll be okay..” I could see him shaking
too and I wondered if he was convincing me or himself.

“I’m so embarassed,” I muttered, blushing once more.

“Me too.” He looked down at his feet and I looked at mine. We sat
like that for a while. My heart was thumping harder and harder with
each minute that passed. One part of me wished Brian would hurry,
the other wanted me to take his time. The anticipation was killing
me, but I really didn’t want to have to put up with the embarassment
again…

We heard the loud footsteps enter the bus again and both looked up.
This time it wasn’t just Brian, but Scott, too. I couldn’t look into
his eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Brian looked at me. “Care to explain, Skyy?”

I gulped. “Uh well… no, not really.” I knew he was glaring at me
before I looked up and saw it. “Well, uh… see… Nate and I were
kind of… fooling around,” I stammered.

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Fooling around like how?”

“Uhmmmmmm,” I looked at Nate, hoping he’d have a better answer than I
did. He didn’t. He didn’t look up from his shoes. “Like…
sexually…” I muttered, blushing and looking at my own shoes, not
because they were more interesting than the look on Scott’s face, but
because I didn’t want to see the look on Scott’s face.

“I walked on the bus and they were laying in the bed, and their
clothes were laying beside them,” Brian explained.

Scott approached me and lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked at
him in the eyes, not wanting to break down and cry in front of Nathan
and Brian. “Is that true?” he asked solemnly.

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. He let go of my chin and walked away. He
paced back and forth, causing my anxiety to increase.

Finally he looked at Brian. “I can only think of one way how to
handle this,” he said.

Oh man, I thought. I didn’t want them to separate Nathan and me.. we
had become too close..

Brian nodded. “Nathan, you know what would’ve happened to me if Mom
or Dad would’ve caught me doing that when I was 13.”

“I’m almost 14,” he said.

“Even if I was 14, they would’ve done the same thing.”

“But you’re not Mom or Dad,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not Mom or Dad, but I think that what they would do is what I
should do.”

Nathan gulped, still staring at his shoes.

Scott nodded. “And I will do the same because I have the feeling
that the same would have happened to Skyy if our parents caught her.”

I couldn’t think of anything put separating us forever. I hated this
feeling, my leg was thumping and I was so nervous.

“I’ll take Nathan first and you take Skyy first,” Scott said. Brian
nodded and it was then that it hit me what was about to happen.

“No,” I nearly screamed. “Are you going to do what I think you’re
going to…?”

Scott looked at me with that same stern look on his face. “Yeah, we
are,” he answered.

“Oh man, no… please…” I blushed again, not wanting this to
happen. It was bad enough being spanked in private by my older
brother, much less in front of a guy I had a huge crush on by HIS
older brother.

“Yes, Skyy. The more you resist, the harder it’ll be on you.”

I almost started crying again, but had to hold it back. I glanced up
at Nathan who was no longer staring at his shoes. He didn’t seem as
scared as I felt, but sometimes guys have better ways of hiding their
true feelings…

“Who’s first?” Brian asked.

I looked towards Nathan whom I knew wouldn’t have minded, but I
decided to speak up. “I will,” I said softly.

They nodded. “Okay then, pants down and over my lap.”

I blushed again.

“No need to blush,” Scott said, “everyone in this room has seen
everything before.”

That made me blush even more and I stood up to walk towards Brian. I
looked at him. He was that same adorable little quiet guy that I had
been scared of walking in on my last spanking, and now he was the one
spanking me. I didn’t like the idea of that. I unbuttoned and
unzipped my pants, watching Nathan as he did the same. Finally, I
pushed them there and bent over Brian’s lap, closing my eyes
tightly. There was a little silence, or maybe I just couldn’t hear
anything because of my pounding heart. I then felt Brian’s fingers
between tug at my panties and before I knew it they were down to my
knees. The slight breeze on my bare bottom caused me to shudder a
little. Especially since I knew that it would be a matter of seconds
before it was warm and aching. I was so nervous and still
embarassed…

SMAACK!!!

The first spank took me very much by surprised and I cried out. When
Scott had spanked me the first time, it was over my panties and by
the time it was on the bare, I had almost gotten used to the pain
that was being inflicted upon me. But with Brian, it began on my
barebottom and I had actually forgotten how much it stung.

I made sure that my hands were placed firmly on the floor. I didn’t
want to take the chance of moving my hands back because it seemed as
if Brian knew more of what he was doing than Scott. But I could be
wrong.

The next set of smacks were hard and fast, and I lost count after
five. I began twitching and moving around, trying to avoid him
hitting the same spots over and over, but it didn’t help any, just
caused him to have a tighter grip on me. I felt so ashamed and
embarassed because I knew that my older brother and Nathan were
watching me, not to mention that Brian was the one doing the
spanking. His spanks got harder and faster and after a while it felt
almost unbearable that I just had to cry and I was bawling like a
baby, begging and pleading for him to stop, promising that I wouldn’t
do it again. He gave me three final smacks, causing me to cry out
the most then rested his hand on my throbbing bottom. I cried a
little longer, trying to regain myself. I was about ten times more
embarassed at this point, but finally I stopped crying and Brian
instructed me to stand up. I lifted my panties but left my pants on
the floor. “Have a seat,” he said. I did as I was told, taking my
former seat after wobbling painfully over towards the spot. It took
much effort to sit down as my bottom stung. I looked towards Scott
who was now bidding Nathan to come towards him. I wiped my eyes and
sniffled, kind of scared to watch him get spanked, but I knew that
was part of our punishment as well.

To be continued…

Meeting of minds

Since her husband had left her for a younger woman Susanna had hit
one low after another. She had come to consider herself as
unattractive, middle-aged, and not in control of her own destiny.
What upset her most was she believed her two teenage daughters,
Sophie and Lucy, thought the marrital split was her fault. It seem to
her that reasonable communication had broken down and been replaced
by telling, black looks and occasional messages of the verbal or
written kind.

She put her daughter’s recent spells of bad behaviour down to family
tensions believing that things would improve over time.

Susanna could afford to live on her own with her daughters without
outside support. She had a well paid job in design that allowed her
the flexibility to work from home. Travel came with the job and that
she suspected may have provided the opportunity for her husband to
play the field. It also provided her a new network of friends which
she now activated inviting Liz around for dinner on Friday evening.
Liz new Susanna and her children well and was a good counsellor in
such situations. Arrangements were made and Susanna informed Sophie
and Lucy asking them both to be there. Reluctantly they agreed.

Sophie and Lucy discussed their parents impending separation in the
months leading up to the momentous event, and could have predicted
the outcome. To them, as they talked things over before bedtime, it
seemed that no one was communicating with each other. “Let’s face it
Sophie, Daddy hasn’t shown much interest in us for ages. He’s
probably too preoccuppied with his ‘friend’. But Mummy is distant as
well. Do you think she blames us for their splitting up?” Sophie
considered this for a moment. “I hadn’t thought about that. I know
it’s not exactly something to measure family harmony by but when was
the last time Mummy spanked either of us?” Lucy smiled, “I know what
you mean cos you have to care enough about someone to want to spank
them, so that would support my theory of blaming us wouldn’t it?”
Sophie nodded gloomily.

Friday evening arived and the four sat down for a meal. Susanna
always allowed the girls wine with meals but discouraged excessive
drinking. Liz sensed the uneasiness very quickly and guided the
company through the meal asking questions without being judgemental.

When the dishes were in the washer they sat down in the comfortable
lounge and there was silence. “OK”, Liz said, “Susanna I should have
told you this before but I’ve already had a chat with Sophie and Lucy
here, and I’ve no doubt you girls will know your Mum and I have had
many conversations about the current situation. So I’m going to ask
you to say exactly how you feel Susanna and I don’t want anyone to
interrupt. Then it’s over to you two.”

Susanna had a gulp of strong coffee. “I think you two blame me for
Daddy leaving. Your behaviour of late would have been intolerable
under normal circumstances but I have made allowances. However I have
been tempted on occassions to dish out a few spankings though now
you’re older I suppose I’ll have to put up with less control over you
two. There in a nutshell that’s how I feel and I’m sorry but none of
this is my direct fault.” Tears were in her eyes but she looked
across at Liz who smiled and nodded her approval.

Lucy looked at Sophie who was a year older at fifteen, gripping her
hand encouraging her to speak. Sophie began emotionally, “Oh Mummy we
thought you were blaming us and that your lack of interest was just
further proof. We don’t want control for ourselves we are still your
children.” Lucy piped up, “I’d have spanked us for some of the things
we’ve done and Sophie agrees, don’t you?” Sophie nodded and they both
leapt up to hug and kiss their Mummy who was herself in floods of
tears.

After the emotion had subsided and Susanna, Sophie and Lucy chatted
animatedly on the sofa, Liz reached down for her handbag. “Well after
all these admissions it would seem appropriate for the wrongs to be
righted, wouldn’t you say?”, she said brandishing a medium sized,
flat-backed hairbrush. Three astonished faces met her gaze before
Susanna gave a deep sigh, “Girls I believe we’ve all deserved this
for one reason or another!” Sophie and Lucy nodded the Lucy added
cheekily, “Age before beauty Mummy.”

Susanna lay across Liz’s knee and felt her bottom exposed as the hem
of her skirt was raised. The lowering of her French knickers was
quickly followed by the sharp sting as the spanking started and she
felt for the first time in a long while that everything would be OK.
She sneaked a look over her shoulder at her two daughters and thought
she would give them both a sound spanking first thing tomorrow
morning by way of a new beginning.

By David

The End

I let out a giggle

I was giggling so hysterically that I could barely get out of my
brother’s car without falling. It was two in the morning on a
Saturday night, I had just gotten home from this party at my best
friend’s house. I took my brother’s car, without his permission,
then went to this party and drank as much alcohol as I could get my
hands on, avoiding the fact that I’d have to drive home. Luckily,
the party was only a couple of blocks away from my house and I
managed to get there with only one tiny scratch on Ashton’s car.

I finally made it out of the car, still giggling to myself about some
absurd thought that passed through my mind. I walked towards the
house. Everylight was on, including the porch light, and I realized
that Ashton was home. Not knowing what time it was, I stumbled
inside, swinging the door open.

“Where the hell have you been!” he yelled when I entered, choking on
my own laughed.

I let out a giggle. “I went out for a little while, silly,” I said,
slamming the door shut and watching Ashton jump from the loud noise
it made. His dark eyes peered at me.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked softly.

“I just had a bit to drink, I’m really okay,” I said, then stumbled
nearly tripping, and fell into my brother’s arms, grinning up at
him. “It was fun. You should go drink some.”

“You drank? Then drove? My car?”

I nodded, a wide grin spread across my face.

“Let me get this straight. You STOLE my car, DRANK some alcohol,
then DROVE my car back home?”

I nodded, unaware of his apparent anger.

“I can’t believe you!” he yelled, letting go of me and I almost fell,
since I was practically counting on him for support.

“Wha…?” I asked, confused.

“Anastasia… You’re only 15… you don’t even have a fucking
license yet. And I specifically told you not to drive my car!”

I hung on the world “specifically.” I tried to say it a few times,
my words slurred together, but it didn’t work. Finally I gave up and
shrugged. “Oh well,” I said.

I stalked off towards my room, the hallway getting narrower and
slanting a bit, kind of like those fun houses that are at the fair.
Before I knew it, everything seemed slanted and I fell over, right
into the wall. “Owww,” I whined, holding my elbow.

Ashton appeared beside me and I wondered if he teleported. He helped
me up and let go again, only to send me crashing back down into the
wall. “My legs are broke,” I whined.

“No they’re not.”

“Yeah they are. I can’t walk. My eyes are broke, too. Can’t see
either.” I breathed heavily and tried to look at him and then
blacked out for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was in Ashton’s
arms being carried towards my room. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to your room.”

“Why?”

“Because your drunk.”

“I am?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” I blinked a couple of times but just allowed him to carry me
as everything went by me in slow motion. I remember looking at the
picture on the wall from Christmas when Ashton was 5 and I only 3.
We were so young then. It reminded me of how close we were. After I
looked at the picture I ended up on my bed and fell almost instantly
asleep.

I had the weirdest dream. Something about apparating like in Harry
Potter. Apparating from one side of the house to the other. Maybe I
just drank too much.

The next morning I woke in the living room on the couch, a trashcan
next to me and a pain in my stomach. I looked at Ashton who sat on
the chair beside me, staring. I tried to sit up but my headache kept
me down.

“What happened?” I muttered.

“What happened?” he asked, agitated. “You stole my car, went to some
party, got drunk, then drove home, in MY car.” His eyes were fixed
angrily on me.

“What happened after that?”

“You went to sleep then started sleep walking and fell down in the
hallway. I had to pick you up and you said you felt sick so you went
to the bathroom and puked everything up. So you slept in here last
night. And I slept in the chair.”

I nodded, realizing the pain in my stomach wasn’t just from the
alcohol, but also the guilt I felt. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

He just gave an exasperated sigh. “I can’t believe you,
Anastasia… I trusted you to stay here and not do anything stupid.
Instead I come home to find the house empty and my car gone. Do you
realize how worried I was?”

I shook my head.

“I was super worried. I didn’t know what happened. Had no idea
where you went. I tried calling your cell, but it was turned off. I
could only think the worse.”

My heart thumped inside my chest. “I’m sorry,” I muttered again, but
he just shook his head and paced around the room a bit. Finally he
just walked out of the door and I heard his car start up and he drive
off.

I had plenty of time to think about what I did wrong. I basically
just lay on the couch and stared at the blank tv and thought about
what I did, and regretted it, and wanted to go back and change it.

He came back home about an hour after he left with an angrier look on
his face. “Do you happen to know how I got that scratch on my car?”
he roared then slammed the door behind him.

“Uh,” I stuttered, he at this time was towering above me.

“You got a scratch on my car??? You stole it AND wrecked it, all in
the same night? And to top it off you drank and drove?” He growled
under his breath, basically not giving me the chance to explain
because I was sure he didn’t want to hear it.

“Look, Ashton, I’m sorry. I…”

“Give it up. Your excuses won’t work. Stand up!” he ordered.

I did as I was told, thinking nothing of it.

He still towered over me, his 6’1 frame being nothing compared to my
mere 5’3. “You knew that you weren’t supossed to drive my car. You
asked me time after time after time if you could, just to test out
your permit. And I probably would have eventually let you, as long
as I was in the car with you. But NO, instead, you stole my keys
from me and took my car out for a little joy ride and could have
killed yourself!” he yelled. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“I- I’m sorry, Ashton. I just wanted to go to the party.”

“I don’t care if you wanted to go to the party. You shouldn’t have
gone anyway because it had drinking. 15′s too young to be driving,
much less drinking.”

“But- “

“What the hell did you hit?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Great!” he yelled sarcastically. “Just fucking great. So now I
might have a hit and run following me around because my little sister
got drunk and drove my car.” He paused for a minute and took a deep
breath. “If Dad were here, he’d spank you so you couldn’t sit down
for a week, and that’s what I intend to do.”

My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” I whispered.

“You heard me.” I didn’t move. “I’m going to spank you on your bare
bottom until you can’t sit down for a week, so go ahead and pull down
your pants…” I still didn’t move, just stared at him in
shock. “ANASTASIA! I’m not talking to myself. Pull them down, NOW!”

I let out a while.

“Ashton,” I begged. “Please, don’t… I’m sorry.”

“If I have to tell you again, it’s going to be much worse…”

Ashton had never spanked me before… Never. And my parents hadn’t
much, only once or twice really. I just stared at him still in awe
and shock, not making any effort to move.

Finally he sighed heavily and sat down on the couch and pulled me
over his lap in a matter of seconds then landed four quick sharp
smacks on my upturned rear end.

“OW!” I screamed, his smacks taking me by surprise.

“When I tell you to do something, you will do it, do you understand
me?” He lifted me back up. “Now, pull down your pants.”

I rubbed my bottom but made no attempt to unbutton my jeans. Without
warning, he pulled me back over his lap and spanked me a good ten or
fifteen times.

“Oww!” I murmured after each one until finally he let me back up.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask you, Anastasia. If you don’t
do it now, I’ll do it for you.”

I was still rubbing my bottom, but the stern look he gave me told me
that I better go ahead and do it for myself. And the fact that his
hands moved towards his belt and I figured that his leather belt
hitting my bare skin wouldn’t feel too great.

I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, then slipped them
down to my knees and let out a while. I looked at him pitifully.

“You brought this upon yourself,” he told me and brought me over his
lap again, pinning my hands behind my back. I felt him tug my
panties down to my knees and I struggled a bit, but my struggles were
useless, because instead of pulling my panties back up, I was greeted
with a few more smacks. “The less you resist, the sooner this’ll be
over,” he admonished.

I tried not to resist and lay there as he finished pulling my panties
down then rested his hand on my barebottom. I shivered a bit,
dreading more than ever what was about to happen.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” he lectured, then slapped my bottom.

“Ahhh, owww…”

“I honestly can’t believe that you’d do something so stupid and
irresponsible.” He continued smacking my bottom harder and harder
each minute.

“Owwww, come on, Ash, that hurts..” I whined, wanting to move my
hands and protect myself from this pain, but it was useless. His
strong arms had my hands pinned and the smacks kept getting worse and
worse.

“I told you, I’m going to spank you so you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Please, Ash,” I begged. “I’m.. ow! Sorry.”

“Good. You better be sorry. And you’ll be more sorry when I get
finished.”

I whined again, and let out a big outcry when he began concentrating
on my sit spots.

“OWWWW! Ahhh, Ash that hurts!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “Good.” SMACK SMACK!!!! “It hurt me
when you came home drunk off your ass after driving my car.” SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!! “You could have gotten into a
bad wreck,” SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “and killed yourself or someone
else!” SMACK SMACK!

“Owwwwwwwwww, owwwwwww,” I whined, my entire bottom aching with pain
at this point and me squirming like hell to try and avoid getting
spanked in the exact same spot.

“If you EVER steal my car again,” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK!!! “I will take my belt off,” SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “and spank
you with it,” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “then get a switch out of
the backyard and spank you with that.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “Do
you understand me?”

“Yesss, owwwwwwwwwwwww, yessss I’m sorry!”

“And I don’t want you ever,” SMACK SMACK SMACK, “EVER,” SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK, “to drink and drive again.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“I won’t. Owwwwwwwww, it hurts I’m sorry.” I was trying to fight
back my tears but it wasn’t really working that well. My bottom hurt
so much and he was making me feel so bad.

“I’m really disappointed in you,” he added, finally ending his
lecture and allowing me to let it all sink in as he finished pounding
it into me.

He spanked me until I could feel my bottom glowing and my face was
swollen and puffy from crying and muttering apologies. He rested his
hand on my bottom and I sobbed silently into the couch.

“Young lady,” he said in the most serious voice, “I’m really upset
with you. You could have really badly hurt somebody… and I know
I’m being repetitive, but I want it to sink in how much you’ve put
yourself in danger. That’s why I spanked you.”

I let out a slight noise to signal that I agreed with him and we
stayed like that for a while, his hand resting on my warm bottom and
my face buried into the couch.

“Anastasia,” he said softly, “I love you. You’re my sister and I’d
never want anything bad to happen to you, okay?”

I nodded.

He pulled me up. “Go on up to your room and get cleaned up, then you
can wash my car and wax it until that scratch comes off.”

I tried to cry more, but he smiled at me, and I hoped he was
kidding. I quickly pulled up my pants and he gave me a slight pat.
I winced and hurried towards my room, going by the bathroom on the
way to wipe off my face that was all red and puffy and my eyes were
all glossy and I looked like shit. My bottom stung like hell, it
felt like it was on fire and I knew that I was a well spanked and
broken little girl. I’d never drink again, much less any of the
other stuff I did. I finally gathered myself and went to my bedroom
and lay down on my stomach for a while, wincing a bit because I was
still in pain. I finally fell asleep reminding myself to help Ashton
wax his car until that scratch came off.

By Nubby

Little House Fan Fiction

Little House Fan Fiction
Crystal is Crazy Part 1
By Christy

Twelve year old Crystal was relatively new to Walnut Grove,
and hadn’t made many friends. It wasn’t that she didn’t try, or that
she wasn’t nice; the problem she had was that she was never in school
consistently. She didn’t skip; she simply was extremely ill. She
would get violent headaches that plagued her so much that she wasn’t
able to leave her room. Her parents, while not being rich, weren’t
poor either, and had taken her to doctors, but they were all
perplexed at Crystal’s state. If she had lived a century later, she
would have been immediately diagnosed with having severe migraines.
At this point in time, however, such a thing was not known, so she
had to suffer.
It had been decided that she would do better away from the
noise and pollution and other stressors of the city they had lived
in, so her parents had promptly packed up all of their belongings and
headed off to small Walnut Grove.
The school year was already in session when they had come,
and Crystal had struggled to get caught up. Miss Beadle was more than
understanding, but it concerned her that the young woman was
extremely withdrawn.
One day, two weeks after she had just started going to her
new school, the children were let outside for recess. She retreated
to an old tree as was her habit, praying that she would just be left
alone so she could try to make up some of her school work. All of a
sudden, Nellie, Willy, and a few of their friends came up and
surrounded her.
Crystal cowered; she knew that just fed bullies’ hunger, but
she couldn’t help it!
“Well, well, well,” taunted Nellie, “if it isn’t little miss
Crystal. Where’ve you been? This is only the third day in two weeks
you’ve been in school!”
“Yeah!” piped up Willy. “I’ll bet you’ve been skipping!”
“I have not!” Crystal replied indignantly. “I’ve been sick!”
“Yeah right,” snorted Nellie. “My Ma says something’s wrong
with your head. You must be crazy!”
“I am not! I get headaches!” argued the young girl.
“Don’t lie!” yelled Nellie as loudly as she dared.
“Crystal is crazy!” teased Willie. Before long, half the boys
on the playground were gathered around the blond, taking up the chant.
“Crystal is crazy! Crystal is crazy! Crystal is crazy!”
Crystal felt tears welling up in her eyes, despite how
vulnerable it made her feel. This is part of why they had moved from
the city; all of the taunting and tormenting had been too much.
Supposedly it was supposed to be better here, but Walnut Grove was
proving to be no better than the eleven years of taunting she’d been
subject to in the city. Her adrenaline began pumping, and suddenly
all she could think about was giving Nellie Oleson and her brother a
big black eye.
At that moment, across the school yard, Mary and Laura saw
the throng of kids circling someone. They didn’t know who it was or
what it was about, but they knew it wasn’t good. “Laura!” cried
Mary. “Go get Miss Beadle! Hurry!”
Laura, who was ten at this time, took off, her legs
practically flying. Mary ran the other way, over to the throng. She
weaseled her way through the multitude, and saw the new girl raising
her arm to punch Nellie’s lights out.
“Crystal! Don’t!” Mary screamed, in order to be heard over
the noise of the chant.
The poor girl was shaking and crying by this time. She and
Mary were the same age, and Mary’s heart went out to the poor girl.
She put a comforting arm around her, easing the arm she had planned
to use to strike Nellie down, but didn’t attempt to get her through
the throng. She could just see Miss Beadle racing out of the
schoolhouse, and figured it would be best for her to see the crime
scene the way it was.
“What is the meaning of this?” she hollered over the roar of
the chant. Upon seeing their teacher, the kids immediately began to
back off. All of them, that is, except Nellie and Willie.
“Miss Beadle!” Nellie whined, ready to turn this whole thing
to her advantage. “Crystal here was just about to punch me and Willie
when you came out here! Aren’t you going to punish her?”
“Well it certainly didn’t look like that to me, Nellie,” Miss
Beadle retorted. “Crystal, would you please tell me what happened?”
Crystal was stuck. She didn’t want to get Nellie and Willie
into trouble, because she knew that they would be just that much
worse the next day. “I really wasn’t going to punch her Miss Beadle!
Everyone was making fun of me, and I was threatening them; honest,
that’s all it was. I just wanted them to leave me alone. Nellie was
the closest, that’s why it was her. Please don’t be mad at me, Miss
Beadle.”
Mary was shocked! She didn’t feel like she could tell on
Nellie, because she didn’t know exactly what had happened. She knew
there was more to this story, though, than this girl was telling.
Miss Beadle, on the other hand, bought it completely. If she
was completely honest with herself, she would admit that she was
favoring the slight-built young woman, but at that moment, it didn’t
cross her mind as such.
“Well, I’m sure that if you really didn’t intend to hurt
anyone, then there is no problem here. I don’t like the idea of
people making fun of you, though. Would you tell me who it was?”
Crystal was caught between a rock and a hard place. “I, it
was a lot of people, ma’am. It’s okay, really.” Mary could believe
her ears, and wanted to speak up, but not knowing anything about what
had just taken place, she felt it was really out of her hands.
“Well, then, I think recess is over for today, boys and
girls,” replied a surprised Miss Beadle.” Grudgingly, the class came
in out of the beautiful weather to resume their seemingly boring
lessons.
After school let out for the day, Crystal set out sullenly by
herself to go home. Mary signaled to Laura, and together they raced
after the dejected girl.
“Hi, Crystal, I’m Mary. I’m afraid we didn’t quite get
properly introduced earlier,” Mary introduced herself.
“And I’m Laura!” piped up the brown-haired tomboy. “I’m her
sister. Is it true you were going to slug Nellie Oleson one?”
Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know what I would have done if
Mary hadn’t come along,” she said. “I’ve put up with bullying my
whole life; I was told that it wouldn’t happen here, but they were
wrong.”
“What exactly did she do?” inquired Laura.
“Well, she started teasing me about just missing school, and
about how her mother says I have something wrong with my head. That’s
partially true, because I have this disease that gives me constant
headaches that keep me in bed all the time. That’s why I’m never in
school. Not because I skip. But then Willy started up a chant
of `Crystal is Crazy’ and I was just about to lose it when your
sister got to me.”
“Well, I think it’s too bad you DIDN’T give Nellie a black
eye. It would have served her right!” stated Laura.
“Laura!” admonished Mary. “I can’t believe you! Besides, the
last thing Crystal needs is a sore backside to accompany a sore head.”
“Huh?” asked a truly perplexed Crystal.
“Oh, don’t be silly! I’m sure your pa would skin you alive if
you beat up another girl, even if it IS Nellie Oleson,” replied Mary.
“Oh, don’t be so sure,” chuckled Crystal. Laura and Mary
exchanged looks. “My ma and pa don’t believe in spanking me.”
“Man, I wish I was you!” breathed Laura.
“No, you don’t. It isn’t fun… and, well, if I tell you
something, do you two promise not to tell anyone else?”
The sisters didn’t know what to think, but they shrugged. “Of
course you can tell us… everyone knows the Ingalls are the best
secret keepers in Walnut Grove!” said an enthusiastic Laura.
“Well… I wish I was more normal. My parents not spanking me
just alienates me from everyone else. Or at least it feels like it.”
“Oh, don’t let THAT bother you! I’m sure there’s one or two
other kids here who haven’t felt the burn of a spanking here in
Walnut Grove,” Mary said unconvincingly.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, and then suddenly
Laura broke out into a HUGE grin. “What’s so funny?” demanded
Crystal, whose sensitivity made her think that Laura was making fun
of her.
“Nothing… except… well, I probably shouldn’t be telling you
this…”
Now it was Mary’s turn to be concerned. “Laura,” she said
warningly.
“No, what is it Laura?” asked Crystal, whose curiosity had
peaked now that she knew that Laura’s grin wasn’t because of
something she had done.
“Well… we both want to see Nellie get a black eye, right?”
“Well, yes…”
“And YOU want a spanking, right?”
“Well, yes, but I don’t see how that would make any
difference! I already told you… my parents don’t believe in using
spanking…”
“Your parents haven’t been confronted by an angry Mrs. Oleson
yet, though, have they?”
Even Mary had to grin, now. If Harriett Oleson found out that
Crystal was responsible for hurting her darling little daughter, no
matter the reasoning, she would DEMAND that she get fair retribution.
“I don’t know,” replied Crystal, though. “My parents would
still probably get out of it.”
“No they wouldn’t,” said a laughing Mary. “Harriett Oleson
would not let someone who hurt her precious flesh and blood get away
with it. And even if Nellie doesn’t get in trouble, she’ll be
sporting a black eye for a while… and she’ll probably keep her
distance from you too!”
“That would be so neat… but are you SURE my parents would
have to actually spank me?”
“Well, if you really want a lickin’, yes, I KNOW this is one
way to definitely get it,” Laura giggled. She still didn’t understand
why someone would WANT a skinning, but if that’s what she wanted, so
be it. “If you do it right in front of Mrs. Oleson, there is NO WAY
you could get away with it.”
Crystal positively beamed at the thought of getting back at
Nellie. “I wonder what it would take to get Nellie in trouble too…”
she pondered.
“Well, you could always do it in front of BOTH of her
parents… Mr. Oleson wouldn’t let her get away with it… if you could
get her to tease you first, that is,” Mary mused.
“How?” she asked.
“Hmmm… well, I suppose you could ACT a LITTLE like you were
crazy… just dancing a little jig for no real reason. And if anyone
asks, we could say you were practicing for the barn raising coming
up,” schemed Laura.
“I LOVE the way you think!” exclaimed Crystal. “It’s set
then.”
“Crystal… I don’t know if this is such a good idea… you don’t
know how bad a spanking can hurt,” said Mary.
“EXACTLY… I need to know. Besides, it can’t be any worse than
my headaches.”
Mary was dubious, but she decided to keep her mouth shut.
“When should I do it?” asked the newcomer.
“Tomorrow is Friday. Nellie always has a bunch of her snooty
friends at the store then. We could walk over there with you,
pretending that we were looking for a birthday present for Ma. It
wouldn’t take much. With some luck, Nellie will fight you back; if
Mr. Oleson sees that, he won’t stand for it!” said Laura excitedly.
“Yeah, but what if he isn’t there?” asked Crystal worriedly.
“That’s not a problem. Friday is always the busiest day of
the week for the Olesons because it’s payday. Everyone is there;
Harriett can’t handle that many customers all by herself. And since
Mr. Oleson always takes the cash register when it’s both of them in
there, he will have a clear view out the window AND the door,” smiled
Mary.
“It’s settled, then!” exclaimed an excited Crystal. “We’ll
meet directly after school, give Nellie and her followers time to get
to the store, and then make our way over there! You guys are the
best!”

“Crystal is Crazy” Part 2
A Little House on the Prairie Fan Fiction

That night Laura and Mary went home and were VERY careful to
do all of their chores and homework promptly. They didn’t want to be
kept from staying after school for anything… there was no way they
were going to miss Crystal’s performance.
Once the family was gathered for dinner, Mary decided to make
sure that it was safe for Laura and herself to stay after
school. “Ma, Pa?” she began.
“Yes, Mary?” responded Caroline.
“Laura and I wanted to make sure it was alright for us to
stay after school a little bit tomorrow. There’s this new girl,
Crystal, and we promised to spend a little time with her. She’s been
out sick a lot and doesn’t have many friends.”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” replied Ma. “I have a fairly
easy day here, so as long as you aren’t out too late you may stay out
awhile. Is that alright with you Charles?”
“Of course it is! I’ve heard about this Crystal; it sounds
like she could use all the friends she can get.” Mary and Laura
breathed a sigh of relief; they were free!
The next day, Mary and Laura stayed by Crystal’s side during
lunch, so Nellie and Willie couldn’t start teasing her again. Recess
went without a single problem, although Nellie did manage to stick
her tongue out at Crystal once or twice when the Ingalls’ backs were
turned. Little did she know that she was only adding fuel to the
fire, and that she was going to pay for that more than she could ever
dream possible!
The afternoon inched slowly by, and finally the class was
released. Nellie and her friends had hung back for awhile, hoping to
catch Crystal by herself, but she had to stay and get help from Miss
Beadle, so they finally departed in the direction of the general
store. Laura and Mary, who had hung back in the rear of the
classroom, grinned at each other, and caught Crystal’s eye as she was
working with Miss Beadle. An excitement was fired up in those eyes
that had been so dull for so long.
Finally, about ten drawn-out minutes, the girls were free to
go about their way. They dashed through the door, and headed up to
Oleson’s Mercantile. As expected, the girls were hanging out near the
counter, gorging themselves on candy, and frankly making a pest of
themselves.
“Now, remember, Crystal,” Mary warned for the umpteenth
time, “you have to give Nellie fair warning, and a loud one, before
you hit her. Warn her that you aren’t crazy, and for her to leave you
alone. That will probably make her go after you all the more, which
is when you should attack her.”
“I know, I know!” Crystal laughed. “I promise not to blow it,
Mary!” Mary grinned.
Finally, Mary gave Crystal the `thumb’s up’ sign, and then
she and Laura “hid” a few feet away. They were still in clear sight,
but not to the other girls and Willie, who would have their backs to
them. They could still claim to be watching Crystal `dance,’ but
Nellie’s initial reaction would be that Crystal was dancing for no
reason at all, with no one watching.
Once they were in position, Laura grinned and nodded, and
Crystal went into a lively rendition of a jig. Just as planned, it
didn’t take Nellie long to spy the twelve year old. She motioned to
her friends, and naturally, Willie trailed after his sister as well.
“See, girls,” Nellie said snidely, “I told you SHE was
insane.”
“I am not, Nellie Oleson!”
“Yeah, right. Crystal, you really are pathetic. Is that why
they sent you to Walnut Grove? You were too pathetic to be around the
good city kids?”
“Nellie, I’m warning you…” said Crystal, playing her part to
the max.
“Ooh… I’m scared. What’re you going to do? Hit me? You’re too
weak and pathetic to even lay a finger on me….”
Crystal had a MEAN right curve, and she used it to hit Nellie
square in the side of the face. That had hurt! But she carefully hid
that from her opponent. And, just as Mary had suspected she would,
Nellie went at Crystal full throttle. Before long, the girls were in
a full tussle. At least Crystal was getting in some decent punches;
Nellie was satisfying herself with trying her hardest to pull
Crystal’s long, blond hair out. She did succeed in elbowing her in
the eye, but even that was an accident. In other words, Nellie was as
girly as she looked.
“What on Earth?” Nels asked Harriett as he looked out the
shop window.
“Why, it’s that insane girl! She’s beating up my Nellie!”
exclaimed Harriett.
“Harriett, I’ve told you before, she’s not insane, and it
looks like Nellie is doing her fair share of the beating up…” he
said. But Harriett didn’t even hear him, she was rushing into the
street to save her darling little daughter.
James Craiger, Crystal’s father, happened to be in the store
at the same time, unbeknownst to his daughter. He exchanged looks
with Nels.
“Yes, I’m afraid that is your daughter fighting with mine out
there. What do you say, should we go break it up?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” came the amused response. “Watching your
wife try and get in there without breaking her nails is rather
amusing.” By this time, both men were laughing so hard they had tears
running down their cheeks.
“I suppose we really should break it up, anyway,” said
Nels. “I just can’t believe this!”
“If I find out my daughter instigated it…” began James.
“No, don’t even sweat it. I’m sure it was my Nellie who
started it by making fun of Crystal. Now, shall we?”
Together the two men made their way out into the street, and
successfully broke up the fighting girls.
“What TOOK you so long, Nels?” demanded a very frazzled
Harriett.
“Oh, nothing, dear,” he replied, hiding his grin. That was
when he noticed the two Ingalls girls standing off to the side,
laughing their heads off.
“Laura! Mary!” he called out to them. “Do you have ANY idea
of what just happened here?”
“Well, yes, sir, I suppose we do,” replied Mary a little
warily.
“Would you please come inside, then, and help sort out this
mess?” he asked.
“Ah, yeah, sure!” replied Laura, ready to defend Crystal as
much as she could… at least enough to help her save face in front of
Nellie.
The party of seven went inside the store. “Could everyone
please leave the store for about half an hour?” requested Nels.
Everyone by this time knew what had taken place outside, and they
were more than happy to oblige. Before long, the store was deserted
except for the four girls and three very unhappy adults.
“Young lady,” snapped Harriett, “just what do you think you
were doing, beating up on my poor Nellie like that?”
“Now Harriett, I’m sure there is some rational explanation
for this,” replied Nels. “Laura, Mary, did you see the whole thing?”
“Yessir,” replied Mary.
“Would you care to clear up this big mess?”
“It all started yesterday at school,” began Laura. “Nellie
and Willie were teasing Crystal about her being crazy and her missin’
school all the time. Miss Beadle stopped it, but Crystal was bad
upset about it.”
“We were coming over to the store, today, to look for a gift
for Ma’s birthday with Crystal… or at least she was walking as far as
the store with us, then she was going to go home. But she wanted to
show us her jig for the upcoming dance,” Mary jumped in. “She used
Crystal’s dancing as `proof’ of her insanity. Crystal tried to tell
her what she was really doing, but Nellie kept making fun of her.
Before we could get there, Crystal had punched Nellie. Then Nellie
came after Crystal, and that’s when Mrs. Oleson came out.”
“Thank you Mary,” said Nels, but he was cut short by his wife.
“Don’t you lie to me, young lady! My Nellie would NEVER do
such a thing!”
“Harriett, something obviously provoked this young lady. Now,
the way I see it, we have two young ladies in the wrong. Nellie, go
up to your room; I’ll be up in just a minute to deal with you.”
James then added, “Yes, well I guarantee Crystal won’t be
going much of anywhere except church and school for quite a while.”
Crystal started to get a look of panic in her eyes, but she didn’t
need to fear.
“I’m sure you’ll also be giving your daughter a good tanning
as soon as you get home, won’t you, Mr. Craiger?” asked Harriett.
“No, Mrs. Oleson, I will not. My wife and I do not believe in
striking our child, not for any cause. Although I must say, my
daughter has had more than enough bullying in her short life. Do you
know how detrimental that is to a young person? If either of the
girls needs a good tanning, it’s your Nellie.”
“Why I never!” exclaimed Mrs. Oleson. “My Nellie did nothing
wrong!”
“On the contrary, my dear,” said her husband firmly. “She not
only fought back when she should have just come and told us about
being hit, she teased a girl until she felt she had no other resort
but to strike out. And I WILL be dealing with Nellie shortly.”
Laura, Mary and Crystal hid their smirks, but they made eye
contact. They had succeeded in getting at least one of the two girls
spanked!”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she screeched.
“Watch me, Harriett,” he said calmly.
Harriett took her frustrations out on the other party,
ignoring her husband’s last statement. “Mr. Craiger,” said
Harriett, “you WILL give your daughter that spanking! I won’t hear of
it any other way. She hit my daughter of her own accord! And if you
don’t, I’ll…you’ll… you won’t be allowed credit in my store!”
“Harriett!” admonished her husband. “I really am sorry,
James, don’t listen to her.”
James Craiger stopped short. He would not lose face with
their new neighbors this early in the game. “You know, Nels, perhaps
your wife is right. Maybe I SHOULD give Crystal a licking. I thought
we had brought her up better than this, but apparently our methods
have been too soft. Nels, if you would promise me that Nellie gets
what she has coming to her, I guarantee you that Crystal will get
hers tonight as well.”
“Well, Harriet, what’ll it be? Which do you want more? Nellie
to get away without my dealing with her, or to have Crystal get what
she deserves?” Nels asked his wife, a grin spreading across his face.
She didn’t have to know that he was still planning on dealing with
Nellie anyway!
“Nels…” she pleaded, but her husband remained stoically
impassive.
“It’s your choice Harriett,” was all he said.
“Fine! Take your brat and give her what she deserves! She
needs it far more than my Nellie does, that’s for sure! But if that’s
what it takes!” She then gave her “Harriet Oleson screech” which was
a very long and high pitched “Ugh!” and flounced out the door,
unwilling to hear what would happen to her daughter.
“I’m sorry if I caused a problem Nels,” apologized James.
“No problem at all! I would have seen to Nellie one way or
the other, but at least this way I’ll be able to live with the
Missus! Speaking of which, how is Catherine going to take this?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I think little miss Crystal here
has had this coming; besides, my wife doesn’t have to know any more
than yours.” With that, he waved goodbye to Nels, and headed for the
door.
“Good luck!” mouthed Laura to Crystal as she was ushered
roughly out the door.
“Thanks!” she mouthed back.
With that Mr. Oleson turned to the two young ladies. “Now,
what were you thinking about for your Ma?” he asked.
“Oh, that’s okay, Mr. Oleson,” Mary hurriedly said before
Laura could say anything stupid. “It’s not that important. You go
take care of Nellie.”
“Okay, although it would have been the least I could have
done, to wait on you, since you helped us out so much.”
“No, really Mr. Oleson,” she said just a quickly as before.
We’re fine. We… were shopping in advance anyway. Thank you. Goodbye!”
“Goodbye girls!” he called out. “Wait, would you put up
the `closed’ sign in the window for me?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Oleson!” smiled Laura.
Nels thought, wondering how to best deal with his smart aleck
daughter. It had been far too long since he had last dealt with
Nellie; he didn’t know how long it would be before he could again. In
other words, he had to make this impression last. First he picked up
a large, oval hairbrush, then set it back down. Then his eye caught
the glimmer of the buckle of a brand new belt hanging on the wall.
No better time to break it in, he thought, and he grabbed it,
stuffed it in his pocket, then headed resolutely up the stairs. He
made his way to his only daughter’s room, and then knocked sharply on
the door. “Nellie?” he called out.
“WHAT?!?!?!” she called out. Her tone just added fuel to her
father’s fire. He took a second to calm himself, then opened the
door. She was sitting at her vanity table, her face in her hands.
When she looked up, it was obvious that she had been crying; her face
was red, wet and puffy. It there weren’t traces of tears, he would
have thought it was just the aftermath of the punch.
“Young lady, lose that tone of voice,” he commanded, his
voice steely. She just sat with her nose scrunched up, her eyes full
of hatred. “It’s time you were taught a lesson young lady,” he said.
Now he could detect only the slightest bit of fear in her
face, but it was enough for him. He proceeded to go to her vacant
bed, where he took the mountain of pillows she insisted on sleeping
with, and stacked them one on top of the other on the edge of the bed.
“Father!” she shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing something I should have done a long time ago. Now
bend over those pillows, Nellie.”
“But, Father!”
“Do it NOW Nellie. Do not make this any worse on yourself
than you already have.”
“Mother’s going to hate you for this.”
“No she won’t, she told me to, in fact.”
“She didn’t!”
“When she gets home you can ask her. But by then, this will
already be over and done with. Now, we do it the easy way, Nellie, or
we do it the hard way. If I have to make you get over those pillows,
you will not like it.”
“Father, you don’t really mean it!”
“I am giving you until the count of three to get your bottom
up and over those pillows Nellie. One….” She still remained
seated. “Two….” still she remained seated. Surely he couldn’t,
wouldn’t?
“Three. That’s it Nellie, fine. We’ll do it the hard way
then. But let me tell you, you have now lost the privilege of keeping
your bloomers up.” With that, the muscular Mr. Oleson strode over to
his daughter, picked her right up out of her seat, carried her over
to the mound of pillows, and laid her across. In one fluid movement
he pulled her frilly blue skirt and her layers of lacy white
petticoats up on her back, and in yet another movement he yanked down
her remaining set of decency, her lacy white bloomers.
“Father!” she gasped, as she felt the cool air swirl around
her perfectly round cheeks.
“It was your choice, Nellie. Don’t give me that. Now,
whatever you do, do not put your hands behind you. God help us both
if you do.” With that, Nels grabbed the belt, doubled it over, and
took a step backward.
Without so much as a warning, he lifted his strong, right arm
far behind him, and with all of the strength he had, he delivered the
first blow. The shriek that elicited from Nellie’s mouth pierced her
father’s eardrums, and rattled the glass windows in their frames.
“Nellie,” he said fairly loudly, so as to be heard over her
gasping sobs, “STOP BEING SO MELODRAMATIC! YOU HAVE HAD THIS COMING
FOR A LONG TIME NOW. You have a lot more to go, young lady, so get a
hold of yourself.” With that the exaggerated sobs lessened somewhat,
and finally Nels was just able to make out what she was saying.
“I HATE YOU! I’m not being MELODRAMATIC, it HURTS!”
“Yeah, well brace yourself kid, `cause it’s only going to
hurt worse.”
He looked at the bright red, thin weal that had formed on her
mid-buttocks. He then stepped back, and let fly another lash, this
one landing an inch below the first. As the red began to spread,
Nellie let out another shriek, this time only slightly less intense.
Nels shook his head, trying to rid himself of the ringing in his
ears. He would be lucky to get this licking done; no sense being too
hard on her. Besides, she was only embarrassing herself, as over half
of Walnut Grove was milling around outside.
Finally he let fly yet another lash, this time having it land
in the tender area between thigh and buttock. He ignored the shriek
it produced, then went on down and hit her thighs. This really got
his daughter to hollering, but her mentally blocked it out. By now
her rear was beginning to look like the peppermint sticks she was
always filching from the store. Four stripes, and nowhere near done.
He then went back to the lower part of her bottom, laying two
more strikes right there in the crease. The reddish glow was becoming
more prominent, but he wasn’t done yet. He had decided to make this
lesson stay with her every time she sat down in the near future, and
he wasn’t going to break that promise. He attacked her thighs two
more times. By now, her screams were dying down to hoarse sobs. He
was surprised that she hadn’t reached back, but figured she was
gutsier than he had thought.
He decided to land the last five right back down on her
thighs and bottom crease; a few small bruises would hardly do her any
harm; she would be forced to think of this every time she sat down
for a few days, anyway. If he could keep her behaving better for just
that short period of time, it would be worth it.
He laid each one on with as much force as he had, leaving her
with one swollen, red, and just slightly bruised rear and pair of
thighs. If he had been caught doing what she had done as a boy, he
would have gotten much worse than a stroke per each year of his life,
but to Nellie’s unaccustomed backside, he decided to let go at that.
He felt that she should be aware of this, however.
“Nellie?” he asked.
“What?” came her muffled response.
“I’m sorry that was necessary, but you should know I let you
off easy. You should have gotten twice that.”
He got no response from her, so he assumed she was simply not
speaking to him. “Well, when you are ready, come downstairs and I’ll
get you some ice for your eye. You’re going to have a nice black eye
from this.”
“Can’t you bring it up here?”
“No, Nellie, I can’t. I don’t want you using it on your
backside.” With that he went and pulled up her bloomers, and it was
when he reached up to pull down her skirts that he realized his
mistake. Her skirts were so long and so full that they had pinned her
arms down, prohibiting her from reaching back like he had been almost
relying upon. He finished lowering her garments, and left the room.
Nellie’s last thoughts were: My father is SO naïve.

Crystal is Crazy Part 3
A Little House Fan Fiction

James Craiger roughly grabbed his daughter by the arm and led
her out to the waiting wagon. Crystal was excited at the chance of
finally getting what she had always dreamed of, but she was also
becoming slightly worried. She had never seen her father this livid
before.
“Just wait until we get home, young lady,” he growled. “How
I’m going to explain this to your ma I just don’t know. But you are
going to pay for this. I thought we’d taught you better than this!
Maybe we’ve been too easy on you. Is that it? Should we have been
spanking you all along? Should we continue to do so?”
Crystal wisely kept her mouth clamped shut; these questions
seemed to require no real response, and she didn’t want to get into
any deeper trouble. She already was scared. She had no idea how this
was going to go.
The closer they came to their large farm the more she became
worried. Tears were beginning to start to trickle down her fingernail-
scratched cheeks, causing them to burn. She brushed fiercely at them,
but they didn’t go unnoticed.
Finally they made it to the end of the line. James hopped out
of the wagon, briskly walked around to the other side, and lifted his
daughter up and out. He left the team hitched up; it wasn’t terribly
hot out, and they could stand it. Once again he roughly took her by
the elbow and led her into the house.
The smell of freshly baked apple pie greeted them as they
passed through the threshold. Julia, Crystal’s brown-haired mother,
turned around from putting the finishing touches on a pie with a
large smile on her face. That smile quickly disappeared at the looks
coming from her husband and daughter.
“What’s the matter? Why, Crystal! You’re hurt!” she cried,
running over to inspect the scratches left by the Oleson girl.
“It’s nothin’, Ma,” she replied quietly.
“Oh, isn’t it, Little Miss Crystal?” her father instigated.
“Papa, don’t make me tell her!” Crystal cried out.
“James, what on Earth is going on here?” demanded Julia.
“Our daughter got in a fist-fight with none other but Nellie
Oleson over just a little teasing,” he replied grimly.
“Just a LITTLE teasing?” cried Crystal indignantly.
“Young lady! You will speak only when you are spoken to,” her
father said harshly.
“Crystal, go up to your room while your father and I decide
on your punishment,” sighed her mother.
“You don’t have to,” she replied quietly.
“Go on,” urged her father with fire raging in his eyes.
“Mrs. Oleson insisted that Papa… oh please, don’t make me say
it!”
“You WILL say it young lady, or it will be considerably
worse,” he replied harshly.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad, sweetheart,” coaxed Julia,
totally oblivious to what her daughter was trying to say.
“Ma, Pa has to spank me,” Crystal said sadly, so softly that
she could barely be heard.
“Oh no he does not!” she retorted.
“Actually, dear, I do. Harriett Oleson is making me. And
quite frankly, I think our daughter is asking for it!” a very angry
James said.
Crystal immediately worried. Had her father said that “she
was asking for it?” Did he mean in the literal sense or not?
“Do you really think that is such a wise idea, James? Sure,
she’s been getting a little out of hand, but I don’t think Crystal
has been asking for a spanking!”
“No, Julia, her attitude has gotten to be too much. I don’t
care if she is sick; she has to know right from wrong. And if
confining her to the house as punishment doesn’t get through to her,
then maybe a little pain will.”
Phew, Crystal thought, he hadn’t meant that she’d literally
been ASKING for it, asking for it. Just that she’d been deserving it.
“Crystal, go on up to your room. I have to unhitch the team,
and then I’ll be up to deal with you.” With that, James strode back
outside, slamming the door shut on his way out. Crystal broke into
sobs.
“None of that, now, Crystal. I’d be getting up to your room,
if I were you. I wouldn’t want your pa catching you down here when
you’re supposed to be up there. You’ll be alright. Sure, you’re going
to be hurting for a while, but you’re a tough young lady. You’ve been
through so much pain, you can certainly get through this.” With that,
Julia gave her daughter a quick, comforting hug and planted a kiss on
top of her head. As Crystal turned to go upstairs to her room, Julia
landed a swift smack to her daughter’s backside.
Crystal slowly made her way up to her room. She had no
brothers or sisters, and so she had many things other children did
not, including her own room. She didn’t know what to do, or how her
father was going to do this. She had heard about different ways kids
got it, of course. She hoped he wasn’t going to grab one of the
straps from the barn while he was out there. How she’d be able to
tolerate that was beyond her.
Finally she just sat down on her bed and waited, tears
glistening in her eyes. After about ten minutes she heard her father
stomping up the stairs. The tears that were welling up in her eyes
spilled out as she heard him twist the doorknob.
What she saw scared the living daylights out of her. In his
right hand was a switch.
“Papa, no!” she cried.
“Don’t give me that. You’ve had this coming a while, and I
intend to deal with your impertinence here and now. In fact, you are
getting two spankings young lady.”
“But Papa!”
“Don’t `But Papa’ me, and DO NOT INTERUPT me, young lady, is
that clear?”
“Yessir,” she sobbed.
“You’re getting one spanking for all the times you have
misbehaved in the past and we’ve allowed you to get by with your
actions, and then you are getting a totally separate one for what you
did today. You embarrassed both your ma and me, and I won’t have my
daughter getting into fights, no matter what the cause may be. Now,
go over and get your hairbrush.”
Slowly, as if in a dream, Crystal stood up, walked over to
her desk, and opened the ornate drawer. With shaking hands she
withdrew the large, oval, oaken brush. She reluctantly made her way
over to her father and proffered the weapon to him. He strode
purposefully over to her bed, set the switch down, and then perched
on the edge.
“Come over to my right, Crystal,” he said calmly and
meaningfully. She hesitated a moment, and then made her way over to
him. “I’ll let you choose. You can keep your bloomers up for one of
the spankings. Which will it be?”
Crystal was stunned! She hadn’t had any reason to believe her
father would make her show herself to him! She didn’t have any clue
which spanking would hurt worse, so she randomly chose.
“Uh, I’ll keep them up for the hairbrush, I guess” she said
foolishly.
“If that’s your choice, fine.” With that, her father crossed
his legs. “Bend over my knee, Crystal,” he commanded not altogether
unkindly.
Slowly she lowered herself in the unfamiliar position. As
soon as she was safely balanced, she felt her skirt and petticoat
being raised, uncovering her buxom, bloomer-covered bottom.
“Give me your right hand, Crystal,” her father demanded, and
she readily, although extremely confused, obeyed. He took it in his
left hand, and pinned her arm behind her back, restricting her from
reaching back to interfere with her punishment.
With that, he raised his right arm, which held the heavy
hairbrush and brought it down with a WHOOSH, and then it made contact
with her prime right “sit spot.”
Crystal kicked her right leg, and let out a cry. The spank
burned its message deep into her backside. Why had she wanted this?
She had no idea. But now there was no backing out of it… and it
sounded as if her father wanted to continue to spank her for her
misdeeds!
She was brought out of this reverie by another swift SMACK,
this time on her left side. It too left a burning imprint, and she
let out yet another cry. Not SCREAMS, like Nellie, but just loud
cries, the norm for a spanked child.
Her father went back to her right side, landing the hairbrush
right on top of the previous strike. Her cries elevated, and her
father could just barely see a hint of pink through her thin white
bloomers. He didn’t let this deter him from his task, however, and
let the hairbrush land hard on the left side, then the right, and
then the left again. By this time a hint of red could CLEARLY be seen
through her undergarments, and her legs were kicking futilely.
Never had Crystal felt such pain; even her headaches seemed
like nothing compared to this. Of course, any amount of pain you feel
always seems much worse than it is at the time you are experiencing
it, but she couldn’t help but to feel that this was the worst she’d
ever felt! She felt awful for causing Nellie pain, for being a pain
to her parents, and simply, she just felt punished. This was
something new to her; her confinements had done nothing to make her
feel like she was in the wrong. They had only managed to make her
angry at her parents. For the first time ever she felt true, complete
remorse for what she had done. And she felt that she was paying the
price, and that once this was over, she’d be in the right again.
Her father kept alternating sides, never shifting to another
spot. As he laid the sixth and final swat to her left side, he
literally felt the heat radiating from her punished posterior. He set
the brush down, and gently rubbed his daughter’s back. He murmured
comforting words in her ear until she finally could keep from crying
out. He knew she could hear over her soft sobs, so he spoke.
“Okay, baby girl, we’re halfway through. I promise to make
this last part quick, okay? I need you to stand up, though.”
She was utterly confused, but she shakily obeyed. He steadied
her as she righted herself. Then he, too stood up. Crystal rubbed her
seat, all the while watching her father’s every movement.
James was setting her pillows up quite similarly to how Nels
had recently done for Nellie, although he would never know it. After
he had piled three fluffy pillows into the world’s softest
skyscraper, he patted them a few times. “Go ahead and bend over those
pillows, honey.”
Crystal gradually minced her way over to the mound, and,
after taking a deep breath, bent over them.
“Now hold onto the other side of the bed,” her father
instructed. She hastily obeyed, finding that it provided a little
extra support. “Crystal, I’m going to have to ask you to do something
very difficult, okay? I know you can do it though. I need you to not
reach back during this part of your punishment. I will have to give
you an extra stroke if you do, okay? I don’t want to hurt your hands.”
She nodded her agreement, all the while sobbing into the
quilt. Her father came up behind her, raised her skirts, and, after
taking a deep breath, pulled down her bloomers. Crystal sucked in her
breath as she felt the rough cloth being pulled down over her sore,
swollen cheeks, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
James reached over and grabbed the switch. He had promised to
keep this quick, and he intended to keep his promise. With
strengthened resolve, he snapped the switch across the backs of his
daughter’s thighs. This time she let out a little screech, but she
clutched the quilt for all she was worth, promising herself not to
reach back. And, unlike Nellie, she could if she wanted to.
James didn’t give her more than a second’s rest in between
strikes, and quickly landed the third, fourth and fifth strikes, one
below the other, each eliciting a slightly louder screech. He thought
that just maybe she would get through this first licking without any
extra strokes, when, after the sixth stripe was added to the mix,
causing her thighs to look like the red and white portion of the
American flag, she started to reach back.
The pain had become so intense, she had forgotten the rule.
Thankfully, he didn’t hit her as he wasn’t planning on striking for
another second or two, but he did catch her.
“Crystal!” he thundered ominously. “Put that hand back! We
were half done, but now we still have seven to go.”
“No!” she cried out as she reached her hand forward again,
but she was cut short by a flurry of three hard strikes. James took a
second for a breather; he was perspiring heavily. Finally he reached
back, and quickly let fly the last four strokes before she could
reach back again. By this time, she was broken, just lying across the
pillows sobbing.
James gently pulled her bloomers back up, and sat next to
her, softly stroking her hair. He was quite taken aback when she said
once she had caught her breath, “Thank you, Pa.”
“What?” he asked.
“Thank you for finally punishing me how I needed it. I know
you love me enough to do it now.”
“You thought we didn’t love you?” he asked, unbelieving.
“No, I knew you loved me, but… I’ve always seen kids get
punished and stuff, but have things go right back to normal once
their licking was over. It felt like you and Ma always held a grudge
against anything I did.”
“Why didn’t you ever say that?” he asked.
“I thought you would think I was stupid… and I was scared.”
“Of the spanking or our reaction?”
“Both.” she replied quietly.
“I’m sorry we let you down, sweetie,” he said genuinely.
“That’s okay. I love you Pa.”

Watching Josh

* Watching Josh*
“Josh, come inside. It’s lunchtime.” Annie Taylor was watching her godson and nephew, Josh. She had heard he was a handful, but didn’t realize how much until now. Her sister-in-law, Danielle, had not spanked him yet. She’d been more apt to use time-outs and groundings. Thus far, Josh had nearly flushed his gold fish down the toilet, made an unholy mess out of the kitchen, and threw a fit in the middle of the grocery store; attracting way too much attention to the usually reserved Annie.
Her patience was running thin, and her blood pressure rising.
Josh continued to kick the ball around the yard.
“Joshua Francis!”, she snapped, suddenly feeling like her mother.
Joshua kicked the ball violently into the garage, sending a box of tools crashing to the ground. He trudged his way up to the back door.
Annie opened it, fuming. “Joshua Francis, when i say it’s lunchtime, you better march your backside in here.”
He made a face at her, and she escorted him by the ear to the table. “Sit!”
He blew bubbles in his milk. She rustled his hair, and went back to cleaning the counter top. He really was a good kid. He was just being a devil lately.
“You know Josh, you need to be a good boy and respect your elders. Otherwise, i might end up having a rather heated conversation with your bottom.”
“Yes, ma’am”, he said through gritted teeth.
She put a plate of grilled cheese in front of him, and went back to cleaning the dishes.
Josh suddenly screamed, “Ewww, Annie! You put too much butter on it!”
“Oh, i’m sorry,” Annie said, trying to find her patience, “I’ll…”. She was about to say “I’ll make you a new one.”, when he spat it out and smashed the plate in peices.
“dumb ass”, he muttered under his breath.
“Okay, that’s it.”, she said, drying her hands on the nearby towel, “I’ve had enough of your tantrums.”
She marched over to the chair and pulled him off it, standing him on the ground in front of her. She took a hold of his upper arm, till he was on his tiptoes, and landed 5 whacks on his blue-jeaned bottom.
“Owwwwwwie!”, he screamed and squirmed.
“You’ve been a very very bad boy. you’re going to stand in the corner and then you’re going to get the spanking of your life.”
“She dragged him over the the corner, popping his bottom every few steps.
When they reached the wall, she said, “Hands at your side.”
He obeyed.
“Nose to the wall, young man!”, and she put his nose in the crook of the wall.
“10 minutes and not a second less.”
She gave him a glare,set the oven timer for 10 minutes, and sat down at the table. She flipped through a magazine, watching, as every few moments; his buttocks clenched with anticipation.
Before the 10 minutes was up, he started blubbering.
“Save those tears, mister, you’ll need them.”
After 10 minutes, she went over and took him by the collar and marched him to the center of the living room where she had placed a chair. She sat down on it, and spread her legs a little bit. She scooped Josh up, and flipped him over one knee. with the other, she locked him in. She pulled out his underwear.
“Now, you’re going to get the punishment that fits the crime.”
She raised her hand and smacked his upturned bottom.
“OWwwwwwwie!”, he flailed his arms, since he couldn’t flail his legs, “Stoppp! im sorry!”
It’s time Josh got a spanking, because he’s been a bad boy for Annie all day!”
She continued to spank him, about 10 more times, before she let him up.
He stood up shakily.
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Josh’s dad.

“Josh, go stand in the corner.”
He hesitated.
” Now!”, she said,sharply.
He scuttled over to the corner.
Annie walked over to the door. it was the longest walk of her life. she was shaking. “oh my god!!!”, she thought to herself. Had she done the wrong thing? Would her brother be angry and never let her see him again?
She opened the door.
“Jeff, hi!…what a surprise to see you home so early.”
“Are you okay?”, he asked, concerned.
“Um, Yeah. Jeff, i’m fine.”, she said, spacing out, and biting her lower lip. it was her classic “i’m screwed” demeanor.
Jeff gave her the same “look” that she had given Joshua.
“Okay, okay. dont give me that look, jeeze!!!! I’m not 12 and smoking in the bathroom anymore!!!!
Jeff chuckled, “Okay, sis. OBVIOUSLY something is wrong, ’cause you’re squirming like a jellyfish. Don’t make me turn you across my knee, “like i used to.” he added, for good measure. She wouldn’t put it past him, either, so she took a deep breath and said,
“Ummm, it’s funny you should mention a spanking…”
Annie started crying, and unfolded the events of the day.
He listened, nodding silently. Then, like a crash of thunder, he said “Josh said THAT to you? Oh, just wait. i’ll take care of this.”
Jeff lumbered into the kitchen, where Josh was standing in the corner.
“Joshua Francis Callahan, front and center.”
He walked over, scuffling his feet, his head hung at his shoulders.
“Did you say that to your Aunt??”
“Yes, sir.”, he muttered.
“Okay. i see. obviously, i haven’t taught you manners.this will be lesson number one.”
He yanked his jeans and batman underwear down to his ankles. jeff, who was 6’3 and 190 pounds found it was not difficult to flip Josh under the crook of his arm,leaving his backside in full view, and perfect aim.
He revealed an already pink bottom. “You’ve been very bad.” He started slapping his bare bottom, with the palm of his hand, which was more than enough, while josh kicked and screamed. After about 15 swats, he set him down and pulled up his pants.
“You are officially grounded young man!”
“No!” he said, stomping his feet.
Jeff calmly put a foot up on the couch and flipped him over his thigh.
What * SMACK* did *SMACK* i * SLAP* just * THWACK* say?* SLAP*
“I have to stand in the corner and i’m grounded.”
Very good! * SPANK*
He led him to the corner, where he stood with his nose to the wall. “oh, and dont get too comfy, mommy will be home in a few hours.”

***Josh’s mommy came home later that night and made dinner. Josh had been up in his room. He got called downstairs, quite sternly. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“No, mommy.”, as he gave her his most angelic smile.
“No mommy?Well, i think there’s some things i think we should talk about.”
She turned him around so that he was facing the table and she was standing at his side. she bent him at the waist and swatted him bottom 10 times before taking him back upstairs, popping his backside with each step, as further punishment.*****