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Detention with Corporal Punishment Part 2

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Detention with Corporal Punishment  Part 2

As Olivia stepped out of the school door, she was shocked to see two people that she really didn’t want to face, her mother and Miss Russell. There was no escape; Olivia’s mother waved her over. “I just came here to walk you home” her mother explained, “and I was lucky enough to run into Miss Russell. She tells me that you took your punishment bravely.” Olivia blushed and swiveled her head, hoping that nobody else was in earshot, and then looked at the ground in mortification. “I guess I got what I deserved” she finally mumbled. Realizing that she was being impolite, the girl redeemed herself my taking Sara’s hand, looking her in the eye, and saying “Thank you Miss Russell. What I got was fair.”

Slightly taken aback, Miss Russell said, “See me tomorrow about scheduling a makeup test. It will only be for partial credit, but it will help repair your grade point average. For the first time in two days, Olivia smiled.

As Miss Russell headed off towards the staff parking lot, Olivia stood up on her toes and kissed her mother, even though she was not entirely happy to see her there. Then the two walked towards home. Finally Olivia asked “Can you tell me what else Miss Russell told you about me?”

“Well” mother said, as if considering. “She said that she gave you a very hard spanking on your bare bottom” (Olivia blushed and looked around furtively), “…and she said that you are a very smart and very good girl who has learned a painful lesson “

With a bit of whine sneaking into her voice Olivia asked “I really did get spanked hard, and it still really hurts. You can even look at my bottom to see for yourself. Do I really need to get spanked again?” A sideways look at her mother’s tightly pursed lips gave the girl her answer; her bottom was still doomed to meet the family hairbrush.

Her mother confirmed what the girl already knew; “Yes, I do need to check your bottom, but that won’t get you out of your paddling.”

They finished the walk in silence. When they got home, her father was already there. After 3-way hugs and kisses, the parents sat Olivia down for a talk. “I can tell from the way you sat down that it will be at least a couple days before your paddling” her father explained, “so you will be on restriction until then.”

Her mother explained the rules: “When you come home from school, you will change to just your pajamas, then no TV, no phone, and no friends. When your bottom heals sufficiently, your father will paddle you. Expect to feel paddle marks for several days after that, but your restriction will be over after your paddling. Any questions?”

“No I guess not” said Olivia.

“Just one more thing” her father added, “If you break restriction even a little, expect to be spanked. That would delay your bottom healing, and so prolong your restriction. Fair enough?”

“That won’t happen Daddy” Olivia promised, “Your restriction rules seem fair enough to me.”

“Good” her father replied, “Then go change right now; just pajamas, no underwear. Then come back downstairs so we can check the damage to your bottom.

Moments later, Olivia was in her room, standing naked with her back to the mirror. No wonder her bottom still hurt so much! It was still bright red. Then her eye caught a tiny change in the scenery, something new was lying on her dresser. Her stomach flipped when she recognized her mother’s heirloom hardwood hairbrush. Mother had obviously put it there so Olivia could properly anticipate her coming punishment.

Dressed in her light pajamas, Olivia obediently returned downstairs to see her parents. Soon she was standing with her back to her parents blushing furiously. With her pajama bottoms around her ankles, her parents examined her bottom. “Well, that lady didn’t miss a square inch” her father commented, “but I don’t think you will have any serious marks when that redness fades. Should be back to normal in just a couple of days.” “Does it still hurt?” her mother asked solicitously. Olivia assured her parent that it still hurt “a lot”.

With that, life temporarily went back to near-normal for Olivia. The best way for her to crowd the dread of that hairbrush out of her head was to bury herself in schoolwork, so that’s what she did. Over the next days, she studied her Biology, and then aced her makeup test. She only got half credit for the makeup, but that beat taking a zero.

Of course, Olivia getting into trouble was the buzz of the school. It was embarrassing, but “buzz” was a short-lived phenomenon in her school. Actually, it turned out that the shameful episode actually improved her already enviable popularity. Somehow, the idea Olivia could be “bad” increased her “coolness”.


It was Olivia’s mother who decided to “up the ante” on Olivia’s punishment. “It shouldn’t be just bare bottom” she said to her husband, “she should be all bare”.

“Why?” Olivia’s father asked reasonably. “It’s the same spanking either way.”

“Of the two of us,” she explained patiently, “I am the one who was once a 13 year-old girl. I know from personal experience that naked is the best way to make a spanking more memorable for a teen girl, without actually spanking her harder or longer.” Reluctantly, he agreed.

Olivia’s restriction came to an end early the next Friday evening. Her parents called her down from her room and asked her to lower her pajamas so they could check her bottom. Her eyes suddenly full of tears, the girl said, “You don’t really have to check, I’m ready for the hairbrush.” “Show us” mother insisted. Reluctantly, the girl turned her back to her parents and lowered her pajama bottoms to her knees. Sure enough, her bottom was totally healed from her previous spanking.

“Let’s sit down and have a talk” father said in a solemn voice. Rationally, father discussed the incident, the lessons Olivia should have learned, and why she was to be punished. He turned to mother; “Anything to add?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She said.

He turned to Olivia, “Do you have any questions Olivia or anything you want to say before we start your punishment?”

With a crack in her voice Olivia managed;” No Daddy…and Mommy…except I’m really sorry and nothing like this will ever happen again.” She hugged her father, and then reached out to her mother to make a 3-way hug; they held it for a long moment.

In a husky voice, the father asked “What do you need to be ready for bed?”

The girl thought for a moment, surprised at the question. “Just a shower and b-brush my teeth I guess” she replied.

“Go do that” father ordered. “Dry yourself off, but don’t bother putting anything on after your shower. (Olivia’s eyes got wide) Then I want you and that hairbrush waiting on the edge of your bed, and I want you thinking about what we just discussed. We will be up to deal with you in a bit.

Waiting was hell for Olivia. She fiddled with the hairbrush, noticing the weight, the smoothness, and the rounded edges. Experimentally, she popped herself on the thigh and jumped at the sting. Glumly she rubbed the red spot on her thigh and tried to imagine her whole bottom stinging like that…only much worse.

When the father walked into the room and saw his naked daughter sitting on the bed, he blushed a bright red, which caused his daughter to do the same. Having been male all of his life he knew that the undraped blossoming female vision before him must be the fantasy dream of about 50% of the city’s population. Swallowing hard, he motioned Olivia off the bed, and sat himself down on the edge.


What can you say about a spanking? Nobody really wanted to be in that room, yet all three brought with them their fears, hopes, and expectations for the event.

The father was particularly squeamish about spanking his little darling, yet determined to do his fatherly duty, and do it well.

Olivia had mixed emotions. She didn’t want to be spanked, but she wanted her spanking and her restriction to be over and done with.

The mother was convinced that Olivia needed a hard lesson, but was anxious for the family’s life to return to normal. Normality couldn’t return until Olivia’s punishment was concluded.

The hairbrush didn’t seem to care one way or the other.

Father expected his daughter to lay herself across his lap when ordered to do so, and she did; obediently if not willingly.

He expected that hairbrush to scorch his daughter’s bottom like a blowtorch. Judging from her reaction to those first blows, it certainly did.

He expected his daughter’s shapely little bottom to bounce, and ripple, and clench, and try to twist away from the blows as it produced a color show that rivaled autumn leaves. He wasn’t disappointed. In fact, the girl’s movements were so vigorous that mother had to grab the girl’s legs to help hold her in place.

Naturally, he expected the process to be noisy, and it was! The hairbrush made a startlingly loud “pop” as it collided with his daughter’s firm buttflesh. But after the first few spanks, Olivia’s voice easily drowned it out.

Olivia’s mother saw her priorities as two-fold. First, she was there to protect her daughter by instantly stopping the spanking at any sign of injury. Secondly, she was there as sort of an “enforcer” to make sure that her husband didn’t weaken and let his darling off too lightly. She fully intended that her daughter receive the full treatment from that hairbrush.

Things did NOT go exactly as Olivia had expected. She had expected for the total experience to be pure hell, and in a way it certainly was! She totally “lost her cool” disgracing herself by wailing and begging for respite. The spanking left her bottom in far worse shape than the earlier one from Miss Russell. Her butt cheeks were a more mottled version of their earlier bright red, with little red spots where the hairbrush had threatened toy break the skin. Worse, her father had concluded the spanking with five scorching hot spanks directly to each sit-spot. Her parents intended her to feel this spanking every time she sat down for days to come. But the sore bottom was not the surprise!

Olivia’s surprise came first from her feelings in the minutes before her spanking; a strange mixture of fear, dread, and…anticipation. When her father told her she must be naked for her spanking that made it all somehow…better. After her spanking, when she had finally stopped crying and had gained control of herself, she was surprised at her feelings. They were feelings of pain, of being loved by her parents, and a very special feeling of…exhilaration. Olivia didn’t know it yet but these feeling would eventually blossom into a lifelong obsession.

After the spanking, Olivia’s parents tenderly held the still-naked girl until her tears finally slowed. Then mother washed the tears from her face, and together the parents tenderly laid her in her bed face-down, and then covered her nakedness with a single sheet. Wanting her spanking to “last”, they neither applied ice to her bruised bottom, nor offered her lotion to soothe the sting. After opening the windows that Olivia had previously closed to keep the sounds of her disgrace from leaking from the house, they turned out the lights, gave her a final peck on the cheek, and left her for the night.

Finally alone, Olivia sobbed a few last tears into her pillow and then turned her mind to exploring the strange new emotions swirling through her head. As it turned out, the exploring was not just mental. Olivia first reached back to gingerly explore the new texture of her bottom, and then her hand strayed to other places…

Although Olivia’s punishment was now technically over, her sore bottom remained for a few days. Each night she made her excuses then retired early, removing her pajamas before crawling between the sheets naked. In the dark, she would lay face-down with a wadded pillow under her hips. Then her hand “explored” as she mentally relived her spanking, clenching her butt cheeks to enhance the residual tenderness. Finally, a very special feeling would make her gasp as her bottom tossed as if she were truly being spanked again. Moments later, the girl would be sound asleep, drugged on natural endorphins. After a couple days of this, the girl was sore not only on her spanked bottom, but also in another very personal place. Part of her hoped to stay that way forever!

Needless to say, this did NOT turn out to be Olivia’s last spanking.


In the end, Olivia was able to repair all of the damage to her Biology grade. Of course, the makeup test had helped, but she needed at least 50 more points to guarantee herself an “A” in the course. Being a bright and personable girl, it only took a few weeks for her to worm her way back into her Biology teacher’s good graces. Finally, she wheedled permission to do an extra-credit project. It was to be a 2000-word research paper on a biology-related subject. It was to be typed, double-spaced, and written in the APA format with all references properly listed. Olivia wrangled a weekend trip to a college library and spent hours pouring over professional journals finding appropriate articles to cite. She spent pockets of change on copies at the library copy machine. Finally she proudly submitted her masterpiece to her teacher; “The Human Physiological Aspects of Spanking”. The teacher scratched her head at the surprisingly pro-spanking conclusion of the paper.
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Detention with Corporal Punishment  Part 1

Standing in the tiny lavatory that opened into Miss Russell’s office, Olivia fought to gain control of her tears. She had been sobbing uncontrollably for nearly ten minutes, but she knew that the only way out of this situation was to prepare herself as instructed and then go out where Miss. Russell, her school’s guidance counselor, was waiting to spank her. With a supreme effort, the girl finally choked back her tears and kicked off her shoes. With the room’s cheerful colors swimming through her tears, her hands finally fluttered down to the fastening of her skirt. The skirt dropped to reveal a pair of plain white panties straining to contain her budding young figure. The girl reached down, folded the skirt, and placed it on the toilet tank, the only flat surface in the tiny room. With great reluctance, the girl finally reached for her panties, peeled them down past her knees, and stepped out of them. This exposed the lower half of what was probably the most stunning figure of any girl in Emerson Junior High. She dropped the panties on top of her skirt. Since she was only wearing bobby sox, she was now sufficiently exposed for her punishment.

Following Miss Russell’s explicit instructions, the girl wrapped a bath towel around her tiny waist so that it would open in the back “like an apron”. It took two tries for her to get it to stay in place, but finally she managed. With her heart pounding like a piston and her mouth feeling like cotton, she opened the door and stepped out into Miss. Russell’s office.

Olivia was a girl who truly seemed to “have it all”. She had good looks, amazing intelligence, and a great personality, all combined with enviable popularity. Unfortunately, Olivia was in the middle of the worst week of her school life.

The whole thing started just before yesterday’s first period class when Olivia overheard her friends discussing the upcoming Biology exam. She had totally forgotten about it, and she had only one hour to prepare! All through her first hour math class, she had tried to cram biology while pretending to do math. She accomplished little. Olivia was the school’s top student, so averaging a failing grade into her GPA was unthinkable. In sheer desperation, Olivia make a truly unfortunate decision; she made herself a tiny “cheat sheet” for the exam.

Having never cheated on a test before, Olivia’s attempt was hopelessly inept. Her “life of crime” turned out to be short, unprofitable, and ultimately, very painful. Her teacher was so shocked to catch the school’s star pupil cheating on a test, that she didn’t even make a scene. She simply confiscated the unfinished test and the incriminating cheat sheet, and ordered Olivia to see her after class. Mortified, the girl simply put her head down on her desk for the rest of the class. This was the first time she could remember being in trouble at school…ever! Today would see the end of a perfect disciplinary record.

At Emerson Junior High School, the staff had two basic tools to handle student discipline problems. For minor offenses the teachers used a yellow referral slip to give a student after-hours detention. The student would be required to have the slip signed by a parent, then report after class the next day with the signed slip to serve the detention.

Major or repeated offenses were handled with much the same procedure, except the form was red and was titled “Referral for Detention with Corporal Punishment”. In this case the student still was required to report the next day to the detention room with the signed slip, but there was one big difference. Sometime during the detention hour, the “red slip” student would be escorted to the guidance counselor’s office for a spanking. Because of a long-ago bad experience with a too-heavy paddle and an injured student, the Principal did not allow the bent-over paddle swats over clothing that was common punishment technique in other schools. On the theory that many lighter swats was safer than a few heavy “thuds”, Edison’s rules specified punishment much like what most students received at home; a bare-bottom OTK spanking. Spankings were usually delivered by hand on the bare bottom, but in rare cases a light paddle was sometimes used. The school was too small to have a full-time Dean, so spanking duties fell to the school’s Guidance Counselor, Miss Sara Russell.

After class, Olivia could hardly face her teacher. Following a stern lecture, the teacher opened her drawer and extracted a red form. She filled it in, bearing down hard to make sure that all three copies were legible. The teacher tore off the top copy and handed it to Olivia, reminding her that she must get it signed by a parent and must report to detention the following day after class. The second copy, with the damning “cheat sheet” attached, went to the Principal’s office for approval. The teacher retained the third copy for her records.

Even though none of her friends knew exactly what had happened, the rest of Olivia’s day was a living hell. How could she tell her parents what she had done?

As it turned out, telling her parents wasn’t necessary. When she got home, Olivia could instantly see it on her mother’s face; the Principal had called. Soon Olivia was in tears as her mother expressed her disappointment to her daughter. Although theoretically subject to parental spankings, Olivia was as well behaved at home as she was at school, so several years had elapsed since her last spanking.

When her father came home from work, the “fireworks” started again. Olivia had to endure another lecture. The worst part came as her father finally signed the red slip. “You remember what I told you would happen if you were ever spanked as school?” he asked ominously. Olivia’s head shot up and her mouth made an “O”. She almost said something silly like “But I’m too old to be spanked”, but instead nodded miserably and repeated what her father expected to hear: “I get it again at home…only worse”. Grimly, her father agreed. “Yes” he said “that’s the rule and it’s never changed. We’ll give time for your bottom to heal from tomorrow’s spanking at school, but then it’s you, me, the hairbrush, and your bare bottom.” “Yes sir” Olivia responded miserably.

Sara Russell was one of the younger staff members at Emerson, and probably the best looking. She hadn’t noticed, but her tiny, shapely body kept several of the male faculty members in a perpetual state of heat. Sara was more aware of her effect on certain of the male students. To the students, Sara was known as “Miss Russell”, but to the staff and to herself, she was simply “Sara”.

Two years ago, shortly after Sara had graduated from a Master’s level counseling program, this Guidance Counselor position became available. Counseling was what Sara really wanted to do, but she had been resigned to teaching before landing a counseling position. She felt very lucky to have this job straight out of school, but she still almost refused it when she learned the full extent of her duties, which included serving as the school’s acting Dean. She certainly expected to be working one-on-one with students, but she never expected to be any school’s sole designated spanker! The idea of spanking the boys particularly worried her; was she strong enough? A junior high age boy is normally not at full adult strength and weight, but some would still outweigh her. Fortunately, rather than just refuse the job; she frankly discussed her doubts with the Principal. He offered her encouragement, and promised to be with her the first few times. Further, he arranged for the boy’s coach to assist if any boys gave her trouble.

In the end, it all worked out just fine. In a typical week there were anywhere from one to four “red slips” submitted to the Principal for approval. Most were approved. Parents had the right to refuse corporal punishment for their children, but Sara couldn’t remember it ever happening. In fact, she enjoyed amazing support from parents. It made things easier that Sara was not really in the spanking decision chain. A student could appeal a spanking to the referring teacher or directly to the Principal, but not to Sara. Further, the Principal decided the severity of all spankings, noting it on the red slip as he signed his approval. All spankings were on the bare bottom and were memorable affairs. Sara and the Principal had standardized on three basic punishments. First, there was a plain, but unforgettable, hand spanking to the buttocks. The second type was similar but longer, plus the target area was not confined to just the bottom. For particularly egregious offenses, the third type was the same as the second, but added a final peppering with a light hairbrush-sized paddle. The Principal simply noted “#1”, “#2”, or “#3” on the red form to specify which punishment Sara was to apply.

Sara had developed a spanking routine that worked equally well for either boys or girls. To properly do her job, she needed full access to a student’s bare bottom. For this reason, she insisted that skirts/pants, and underpants/panties always came off. However, she felt just as strongly those students had a right to their frontal modesty. For this reason, she invented a procedure that allowed private undressing in her tiny lavatory, and wrapping a rear-opening bath towel around the waist.

Of course, Sara understood that some boys might get romantic ideas about the prospect of lying bare-assed across her lap, but the pain of a real spanking immediately ended those notions. She often saw bulges under the towel as boys emerged from her lavatory for their spankings; but she just ignored them, knowing that any erection would deflate long before the spanking was over. Besides, the rough texture of the starched towels served to discourage erections.


After class the following day, Olivia obediently reported to the detention room. As usual, Miss Russell was there to collect the yellow and red slips, check them off against her discipline roster, and get everyone quiet and organized. Today, she was relieved to see that she had only one red slip to deal with. For a change, all detention students had arrived with their forms signed so there was no need to call any parents. As she took Olivia’s form, she told the girl to keep her books packed up; they would be leaving in just a few moments. With her tummy in turmoil, the girl found a desk, laid her backpack in front of her, and watched the other students prepare to endure a boring hour. Olivia would have given anything for her next hour to be boring!

When all was organized, Sara gathered the forms, turned the hall over to a staff monitor, and beaconed to Olivia. Miss Sara Russell’s heals tapped purposely on the oak floor as she led Olivia down the hall to her office.

In the guidance office, Sara followed her usual pre-spanking routine. She didn’t believe in lectures. Instead, she employed a sort of “constructive engagement”. Before a spanking, Sara tried to be supportive and understanding, while still firm and without offering the slightest hint of reprieve. She always took a few minutes to rationally discuss whatever incident had landed the student in trouble, and to help the student make better future decisions. Once the talking was done, she would send the student to her office’s tiny lavatory to “prepare”. After the towel-wrapped student emerged, she would apply a spanking the student was sure to never forget. She didn’t know if it was the talk or the spanking, but her methods usually solved behavior problems. Few students returned for a second session.

Forsaking her desk, Sara sat next to Olivia and engaged her in small talk until the girl finally relaxed a bit. When she felt the moment was right, she gently brought the conversation around to the business at hand. Pointing to the red form laying face down on her desk, she asked Olivia “Before I read this form, please tell me exactly what brings us here today?”

With tears glistening in her eyes, Olivia honestly told how she had forgotten to study for her Biology test and of her desperation when she realized that there was no way she could pass it. “And then Miss Russell” she blubbered, “I did something stupid and terrible; I tried to cheat.” “I see” said Sara as she turned the red form over and found the little “cheat sheet” still stapled to it. “So you were caught using this cheat sheet?” A fresh torrent of tears from Olivia gave the answer.

Sara spent a few more minutes calming Olivia down so that they could have a fruitful discussion about how Olivia could better have handled the situation. When that discussion had run its course, she brought the subject around to spanking; “Are you spanked at home?”
Olivia seemed to consider her answer; “Technically yes” the girl finally said, “but this is my first real trouble since I was eight”.

“I see” said Sara with real surprise, “And what did your parents do about this cheating incident?”

A new wetness sprang into Olivia’s eyes, “It’s what they are going to do…” she croaked.

“You mean that if you get a spanking at school you get another at home?” Sara prompted.

“Yes” Olivia sobbed, “Except it’s supposed to be worse than the spanking I get at school. Daddy said he is going to wait until my bottom heals from…from…what you do to me today…and then he is going to use a hairbrush on my b…b…bare bottom”.

Sara didn’t look the slightest bit surprised, “Yes,” she said, “I hear that a lot, so don’t feel like your parents are different”. “Anyhow, that’s your parent’s decision and they know what is best for you” she explained, “But my job is to apply the punishment that the Principal has decided you deserve.” Olivia stared at the floor and nodded miserably.

Sensing that the “talk” was over, Sara said in a businesslike tone, “well? Let’s get your punishment behind us so we can start over…OK?” Again, Olivia nodded sadly. After receiving instructions on how to prepare herself, Olivia went into the adjoining lavatory to disrobe for her punishment. While she waited, Sara turned her full attention to the red referral form. The Biology teacher’s summary confirmed what Olivia had told her, so that part checked out OK. Next she checked that the principal had signed his approval; that was OK. Finally, she looked for the shorthand that the Principal used to specify Olivia’s punishment. That was easy to find because he had written in an emphatic, bold scrawl: “#2+“. The “#2” meant a through hand spanking (not just the bottom) and the “+” signified “extra hard”. She nodded in agreement.

Sara had waited patiently for Olivia to get over her crying spell inside the lavatory. Normally she expected a student to be prepared and back out in just a few minutes, but Olivia had been in there crying loudly for the last 10. Fortunately there were no other “red slips” for her to deal with today, so she had time to wait. Her heart went out to the girl, but she avoided the impulse to “help” her, because to do so would deny the girl a valuable lesson on growing up. Olivia needed to work this out for herself. So she waited.

Finally there was silence. Minutes later, the lavatory door tentatively opened.

Olivia stepped out timidly. The girl was wearing her top, the towel, her bobby socks, and a “deer-in-the-headlights” expression on her face.

Purposely, Sara moved a chair to the center of her office and sat down. Without being told, Olivia stood in front of her, her eyes downcast and her stomach tied in knots.

Sara broke the silence: “The good news is that the Principal has chosen to spare you the paddle. I assume that’s because of your previously spotless record. You’re a smart girl, so you can guess that any repeat performance will have far worse consequences.” Olivia sniffed and nodded her understanding. Lifting Olivia’s chin and looking straight in her eyes, she delivered the bad news “You have earned a very hard spanking on your bottom and…other places. This office is soundproof, so make all the noise you wish, but please stay in place so we don’t have to prolong your punishment. Wide-eyed, the girl nodded her understanding. Are there any questions”

“No Miss Russell” the girl croaked, “I just want to say…I’m really, really sorry.”

“That’s a good attitude” Miss Russell replied, “But you realize that I still have to give you this spanking?” The girl made a choking sound and nodded her head. “OK then, she said briskly, “get across my lap so we can get this over with.”

It had obviously been a long time since the last time the girl was spanked, because she tried to lay across Sara’s lap in the wrong direction. Sara stopped her and guided her around to her right side and then straight across her knees. As was her custom, Sara positioned the girl carefully. She preferred the student to be as far out on her knees as possible; this seemed to help her “swing” and kept the student’s left thigh from being protected against her belly. She also preferred the bottom to be presented as high as possible. She pulled her feet in just a bit, which had the effect of raising Olivia so that her toes barely touched the floor. She noted that one of Olivia’s hands was on the floor, but the other was clutching a chair leg.

Next Sara tugged up the back of Olivia’s blouse and tucked it into the girl’s bra strap. Finally, like opening a present, she unwrapped the towel, leaving it trapped under the girl, but with the sides tucked away. This efficient procedure left Olivia’s posterior bare from her bra strap to the tops of her bobby socks. Sara pursed her lips at the sight of the girl’s ripening figure. She couldn’t help but notice that Olivia’s physical development was distinctly ahead of her classmates. Perhaps Olivia’s sudden forgetfulness and poor decision-making was the result of a premature flood of hormones? “Regardless” Sara mused, “Hormones have never been an excuse for cheating on a test.”

Olivia squirmed & sobbed, reminding Sara of her task. In a new and firmer voice, Sara said, “A spanking is a way that we teach pupils important lessons. What lesson is this spanking supposed to teach you?”

The girl choked and finally responded “Not to cheat?”

“Exactly” Sara replied. “Keep that in your mind and let the sting of this spanking imprint that lesson forever.” The girl grunted and nodded, which Sara accepted as agreement. The girl’s pale buttocks clenched as she felt Sara tense for the first spanks.

The spanking went much like dozens that Sara had given in the past. The girl tried to be stoic at first, but that only lasted for the first few swats. Soon she was bouncing & writhing on Sara’s lap, filling the room with lusty protests as Sara painted the formerly pristine bottom a cheerful shade of bright red.

Most would call Sara a random spanker because she constantly varied the area, the timing, and the force of her spanks. Had you asked, she would have told you that she was actually an “opportunistic spanker” because she used the natural movements of her “spankee” to spread her spanks over the entire target area. Where other spankers might keep their subject pinned down, Sara allowed more movement. For example, a twist in either direction simply exposed more unspanked hip area, while a scissoring of the legs allowed opportunity for a spank or two on the tender inner thighs.

Further, a sudden peppering of several hard and fast spanks in the same area could build the sting to a point that would drive a student to desperation. Or, Sara might actually pause for a few seconds, giving the miscreant a few seconds to catch a breath while simultaneously allowing Sara time to evaluate her handiwork. Alternatively, Sara might spend several minutes delivering her unsteady tattoo without respite while her subject squirmed, bawled, and kicked. In short, Sara was an expert spanker and whoever ended up across her lap would be a very sorry person. Olivia was certainly no exception.

Near the end of Olivia’s spanking, Sara had to require the girl to hold her legs wide apart so that she could finish “pinking up” the girl’s inner thigh area. Even though these swats were not as hard as the ones she delivered to the buttocks, she could tell from Olivia’s reaction that this was a particularly tender area. This part of the spanking (not necessary for a #1 spanking) always made Sara uncomfortable. It was bad enough when she was spanking a girl; (from this vantage point she could see Olivia’s anus, and could view enough female anatomy to tell that the girl was a natural blond) but it was that intimate rear view of the boys that made her blush every time. Regardless, Sara considered herself a professional, and she did her job to the best of her ability.

Once those inner thighs were properly spanked, a “#2” spanking would normally be over, save perhaps for a few finishing spanks. But in Olivia’s case the Principal had specified an extra-hard spanking, so Olivia still had a price to pay. Sara “collected” by spending the next two minutes increasing the sting of Sara’s already-bright bottom to a whole new level as the girl kicked screeched, & bounced. Finally, Olivia’s spanking was over; she had “paid the price”.

As was her custom, Sara kept Olivia across her lap, restrained by a single hand on her back, until her crying subsided and until she regained some of her facilities. When the time seemed right, Sara carefully re-wrapped the towel before letting the girl up. Once on her feet, the girl pranced a bit and rubbed vigorously with both hands, causing the towel to accidently drop to the floor, thus affording Sara an unwanted frontal view of Olivia’s budding figure. Sara shook her head. When boys did that she insisted that they instantly replace the towel, but she was naturally less uncomfortable with accidental female nudity.

Apparently forgetting her livid bottom for a moment, Olivia literally threw herself into Sara’s arms, blubbering and apologizing profusely, “I will never, never cheat again Miss Russell, honest I won’t. I am so, so sorry!” Had Olivia been a boy, Sara would have gently but firmly propelled him toward the lavatory to get himself properly clothed, but she felt safe giving Olivia a comforting, lingering hug.

“You must really think I am a baby” Olivia blubbered.

“No” Sara explained, “Everyone is different in how they react to a spanking, but nobody has ever gone across my lap without shedding real tears, even the boys.” It was then that Olivia realized that she had lost her towel. Blushing, she quickly jumped up, retrieved it, and wrapped it back around herself. Sara pointed her towards the lavatory, and her clothing.

Five minutes later, Sara and Olivia were retracing their steps back to the detention room. Of course, the other detention students already strongly suspected that Olivia had been taken out of the room to be spanked, so when she returned walking stiffly, red-faced with tears still glistening in her eyes, there was no further doubt. Soon the word would be all over the school; the school’s star student had been spanked. At that moment, Olivia was beyond caring. Olivia had to sit in a hard chair and pretend to do homework for another 20 minutes before detention was over. As they packed up their books, some nearby students asked her what had happened, but Olivia simply begged off
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Edna’s Contract for College

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Edna’s Contract for College

The title at the top said “Contract for College”.  It was a simple, straightforward document, freely negotiated between parents and daughter.  Bluntly put, Edna wished to continue living on her parent’s largess while they paid her way through college.  Some kids are enterprising enough to work their own way through college, but Edna just wasn’t grown up enough yet.  The parents wanted the best for their daughter, but the expense of sending her through college was a major sacrifice to them.  They didn’t wish to see their money wasted; thus the contract.  The contract allowed the girl to attend the local community college, while protecting the parent’s interests by stipulating minimum grades, demanding maximum academic effort and setting certain rules.  It also extended parental rights through the girl’s college years.  Edna knew exactly what that meant, but still the contract explicitly defined “parental rights” as the right to mete out punishments including grounding and even spanking if Edna breached her contract.  So now you know where this story is going…


All went well the first semester, but the girl began to occasionally rebel during the second, breaking her evening curfew while delaying her homework until last-minute frenzies which disrupted the house and produced inferior results.  After several warnings, the parents finally grounded the girl over an entire weekend.  The family’s rules for grounding were simple.  No leaving the house except for class or church, no entertainment, and no computer except for schoolwork.  The “grounding uniform” was pajamas.  No privacy was allowed except for normal use of the bathroom, so her bedroom door remained open.  Breaking any “grounding” rule meant an immediate spanking.  Additionally, the slightest show of “attitude” would cost one item of clothing for the balance of the day, always starting with the pajama bottoms.    

It was tough on Edna to be grounded.. Embarrassed for her younger brother and sister to see her in that position, she didn’t react well at first.  Shortly after breakfast on Saturday she gave her mother a bit of lip, and lost her PJ bottoms.  The rest of the day she was forced to flash her panties around the house.  After that little incident, she seemed to learn her lesson, so the rest of the weekend passed without incident.  The girl even took the opportunity to thoroughly catch up on her homework.

It was only three weeks later when it happened again.  On a Friday night, Edna overstayed her curfew  by more than an hour.  When she got home, her parents were waiting.  Edna was at first puzzled by her father’s announcement that she would only be grounded until Saturday evening. But her father’s plan soon became clear!   

“And then” he explained, “You will be spanked and sent to bed”.

The following day was hell for the girl.  The only thing worse than getting her first spanking in two years was being made to wait for it!   Shortly after lunch, things got worse.  The parents took the girl aside and explained that she had a simple choice to make; be spanked in front of the family wearing her underwear, or be spanked in the privacy of her bedroom without her underwear. 

“Don’t tell me now,” her father explained, “You will tell the whole family right after supper.” 

“How…how hard?” the girl started to ask.

“You’re a big girl, so you should expect a big spanking.” The father warned, “Other than that, the details are up to us.” 

That didn’t stop the girl from pushing her luck!  “Will it be with your hand?” she asked “Or…or?”  . 

The father cut her off immediately.  “If you want to keep those pajama bottoms, this conversation is over!”  Wisely, the girl asked to be excused and went to her studies.  

Edna’s mind worked on the problem all afternoon.  Should she take a private spanking on the bare or do an embarrassing, albeit covered, “lap dance” in front of the whole family?  How embarrassing would it be for her father to see her nude?  Her mind kept churning.  She must have changed her mind back and forth a dozen times!  In the process, she even thought back to that contract.  Was it really worth it?  She was now over 18, so she could always quit school and leave home.  On contemplating that huge step of giving up her future and then finding a job and her own place to live, she wisely decided to take the spanking and try to learn from the experience.

The pressure started to show on the girl’s nerves.  She slammed a door a bit too hard, so her mother took her PJ bottoms.  “Waving a finger in the girl’s face, the mother declared “Any more problems and the next clothing item you lose will be your panties, young lady!”  

The girl really doubted that her parents would make her expose herself for the rest of the day, but she wisely decided not to push her luck.  She gave her parents no more problems that day.

Supper was a quiet affair

After supper, the parents ordered the dishes removed before gathering everyone back around the table.  “I think you all know that your sister is in trouble” Father began, “she will explain to you exactly what she did wrong, and what she will do differently next time.  …and then she will tell you if she wishes to be spanked in front of the entire family in her underwear, or get it bare in the privacy of her bedroom.   

With only minimal prompting, the girl managed to choke out her story and then lapsed into silence. 

“You didn’t tell us the last part.” Mother prompted.  “With or without your underwear?”

Looking down, the girl finally mumbled “In my bedroom please.”

Looking at the brother and sister the father announced “I want you two to be seated in the living room at eight o’clock.  Your sister’s bedroom door will be wide open so you can hear her punishment, but she will be naked, so you may not peek.  You are to learn from your sister’s punishment so this doesn’t happen to you.  Unless you wish to share her punishment, you will not tease her…understand?  The children nodded solemnly.

Looking straight at the girl the father instructed, “Be in your bedroom, showered and ready for bed at eight. “  Still looking down, the girl nodded.  Nobody needed to tell her that’s when her spanking would happen.  

The evening seemed to drag for Edna, yet suddenly 8PM loomed all too large.  At 7:30 she took her shower.  Not really sure how to dress for a nude spanking, Edna donned a fresh bra and panties.  Then, leaving her bedroom door wide open (per the grounding rules) she sat on the edge of her bed to wait out the last few minutes. 

Shortly before 8, her brother and sister peeked curiously through her open bedroom door as they passed on their way to the living room.  Moment’s later; the outline of her father filled her door.  As soon as Edna saw the hairbrush in her father’s hand, she broke down into tears.

Speaking neither harshly nor apologetically, her father said, “Yes, you get the hairbrush, not just a hand spanking, and I’m afraid that you can expect a real blistering. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the sobbing girl to him.  She expected to be dragged right over his lap, but that didn’t happen.  Finally, her eyes cleared enough for her to see that the hairbrush was lying on the bed, and there was a sheet of paper in her father’s hand.  “Can we talk for a minute Princess?” he asked gently.

Edna nodded.

“Do you remember signing this contract Edna?”

She nodded again.

“Do you remember when the three of us hashed out every paragraph and every rule until we came to an agreement?”

Edna could only agree.

“Do you still think this agreement is fair for both you and us?”

After a moment’s thought, Edna nodded her agreement.

“Are your mother and I keeping our side of the agreement OK?”

With new tears in her eyes, Edna choked out “Yes”.

“Then you understand that you could have avoided this spanking by keeping your side of the agreement…right?”

It was like a flashbulb went off in Edna’s brain.  Suddenly she realized that she was entirely wrong.  Her parents weren’t imposing rules on her, these were rules that she had helped make for herself.  She had been acting childishly, selfishly, and even dishonestly.  With a flood of new tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and climbed into his lap.  Mother walked into the room just in time to hear Edna blubber, “I’m sorry dad, I don’t know what I was thinking.  When this is over, you won’t have any more trouble with me, I promise.”

Swallowing a lump in his throat, the father said, “I’m really glad to hear you say that, and somehow I believe you.  But you know I can’t reduce your punishment…right?”  Miserable, the girl nodded reluctant agreement.  “OK then Princess” the father continued, “your brother and sister are safely in the living room.  They’ll hear but not see.  Let’s get those undies off.”

Reluctantly, but obediently, Edna reached behind her to unfasten her bra.  She laid the frilly garment on her bed before reaching for her panties.   The girl shivered slightly as she stood naked before her parents.

As the father looked at the wholeness of his daughter for the first time in several years, he saw a shapely, pretty, compact girl who was fast approaching full sexual bloom.  Her firm breasts defied gravity, staying in perfect position without help from the bra.  Her waist was impossibly tiny; greatly accentuating the curves of her hips, and making her buttocks seem to swell fetchingly.  Her flat belly was decorated by a tiny navel.  A thin path of downy hairs led the eye down from the navel to a sparse delta of pubic hair that accentuated, rather than hid, her sex.

He viewed his daughter with the classic mixed emotions of a father.  He felt pride that his progeny had turned into such a perfect specimen, but also feared that every male within miles posed a distinct threat to his daughter’s future.

The girl squirmed and blushed under her father’s gaze, which pulled his mind back to business.  He said, “OK we have another decision to make.  I’m about to give you a very hard spanking with this hairbrush.  We can start right now, but that will be a huge shock to your unprepared bottom.  If you wish, your mother will give you a warm-up spanking, but that won’t reduce the paddling you get from me.    

Both parents found the girl’s response heartwarming and encouraging, “I’ve given mother a hard time that she didn’t deserve.  To show her I’m sorry I’ll go across her lap first, and it…it…it probably should be a…h…hard spanking.”

Eyes shining with tears, the mother sat on the edge of the bed and patted her lap.  Edna put herself into place.  “OK” the mother warned, “You get your wish, expect a nice hard spanking.” 

She started with spanks that were little more than mild slaps.  Mother gradually increased the force of the spanks until Edna started squirming and her bottom finally took a distinct pinkish tint.  No sounds had yet escaped Edna’s lips.

Without warning, Mother shifted her target area down to the sensitive area of Edna’s thighs and started delivering nearly full-force blows.  Edna bucked, squealed, exclaimed “Noooooooooo” and finally dissolved into genuine tears.  Having received the desired reaction, Mother shifted back higher and finished painting Edna’s twin orbs an impressive shade of red as the girl bucked squealed, and kicked.

Mother released the girl, who quickly recovered sufficiently to give her mother a tearful apology and a long hug.  Regretfully, Mother reminded the sobbing girl that her punishment had barely begun. 

In the living room, the brother and sister looked at each other.  They had both clearly heard a bare-bottom spanking, so they wondered if Edna’s spanking was over.  Mother had sternly told them to not move until they were released, so neither dared spy on the proceedings.

With Edna back on her feet, the parents changed places on the bed.  Father gave the girl a peck on the cheek, and spoke to her in a special firm, yet controlled voice that he only seemed to use when he was disciplining his children.  Soon, the nude, red-bottomed girl was draped across her father’s lap, and the hairbrush was raised high for the first blow.

The brother and sister’s eyes simultaneously got large when they heard the repeated “crack” of the hairbrush against their big sister’s bare bottom, and heard her anguished howl as their father did his parental duty.  Picturing the scene in Edna’s bedroom, the brother was ashamed of his feelings, and ashamed of the “boner” he hoped to hide.

Father saw no particular reason to draw out her punishment, so the spanking was given quickly and without respite.  Edna’s bottom quickly took on a spectacular range of colors.  It took less than five minutes for him to spank his daughter’s bottom the maximum that he deemed safe.  He held her in place firmly, his left hand holding her torso, his right leg pinning her legs down.  Held so tightly, she could do little more than kick her legs ineffectually while twitching her bottom.  Her bottom flattened with each blow, but each time, it sprang back into its proper shape as if inviting the next fall of the hairbrush.  Father’s last bit of business was to place several blows on each sit-spot.  She would be feeling those for several days.

When released, the blubbering girl did a brief spank-dance, but then curled up in her father’s lap for a good final cry.   

After a long 3-way hugfest with her parents, the girl finally recovered enough to apologize and assure them that there would be no more trouble.  Working as a team, they got her ready for bed; the father washed the tears from her face while the mother applied lotion to her livid bottom.  After final kisses, they turned out the lights leaving her face-down in bed.

Exhausted and drained, Edna slept.

Later that night, she half-awoke.  In her semi-dream state, she re-lived a sexualized version of her recent spanking.  This time her spanker wasn’t her father, but a blurry, idealized dominant lover; a lover still somewhere in Edna’s future.  She pulled her knees under her, thrusting her bottom high to receive the imaginary spanks.  Tensing her still-livid buns, she re-ignited a delicious burning from her previous spanking.  Her secret place lubricated, swelled, and tingled with desire.  Of its own volition, her hand found the dampness and did the job her lover would someday do. 

Satiated, Edna slept like a baby. 

This story has a happy ending.  Edna’s spanking wasn’t wasted.  Surprisingly, Edna really did “get it”.  Her grades improved enough over her sophomore year that her parents re-negotiated her contract to give her more freedom.  Showing even more confidence, they sent her to the state university to finish her degree.

At it turned out, this wasn’t to be Edna’s final spanking, but that’s another story.