Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Frontier Doctor

© Guyspencer 2015

Frontier Doctor

In 1861, Samuel Stephens was a lonely young man. A city boy and a recent orphan, he was alone in the world. However his response to his loneliness was at least helpful, he buried himself in his studies at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine.

The medical schools of the day stressed Latin, which left their graduates able to fluently describe their patient's symptoms in a dead language, but little able to cure them. Of more practical use was Sam's hands-on experience in Philadelphia's hospitals, where he did everything from setting broken bones to delivering babies.

Only five years earlier, Sam's parents had died of a fever, leaving the teenager alone in the world and too young to run his father's business. Sam's family doctor convinced the boy to sell his family home and business to pay for his education. To the doctor's surprise, Sam chose medical school.

Sam did well in medical school, but his savings barely saw him through school. So the handsome man in his early twenties did what many medical school graduates do, he perused the advertisements in the medical journals of the day looking for a job.


Shortly before Sam's graduation, a doctor in a small town in Texas became ill. Perhaps because he was the only doctor in the county and there was nobody qualified to care for him, he died.

In a popular medical journal, an advertisement appeared in the name of the Mayor of the town of Trailhead Texas seeking a doctor for an established medical practice. The ad offered an “office with living quarters” free to a qualified physician.

To be fair, the townsfolk of Trailhead were looking for an experienced physician, not a wet-behind-the-ears recent graduate. Their last physician had been an older man who semi-retired to Trailhead from a big city practice.

To be equally fair, Sam had hoped for a better offer than that little office on the edge of nowhere. But Sam was nearly broke and in no position to choose. So he made the arduous journey to Trailhead.

For a city boy like Sam, Trailhead came as a cultural shock. The entire town had an unfinished look, buildings were mostly rough looking and unpainted. The town consisted of only two “streets”, a main street for business and a narrower street for homes. Both streets had random gaps, as if buildings were missing. The streets were paved with Texas dust and were liberally strewn with animal dung which was never cleaned up. It hadn't rained yet, but Sam had been told that the streets melted into a disgusting mixture of shit-laced slime when it did.

On windless nights the smell of the place could be downright oppressive, a pungent mixture of dust, smoke, animal dung, and outhouse.

Sam's new “office and residence” proved to be a two-room building. In front was the medical office, while the back room held a cot, a table, and a stove that served both for cooking and heat. Behind was a nasty outhouse and a rickety little one-stall barn. There was no horse, but that was OK because Sam could barely ride!

Fortunately, the office retained everything that his predecessor had left behind, so he was immediately equipped to see patients. The trouble was, they were few!

For the first few days, Sam had little to do except to acquaint himself with the town and it's occupants. Since Trailhead was so tiny, that didn't take him long.


Trailhead got its name from its location at the end of a cattle drive trail that lead to the famous Chisholm trail, a conduit to Kansas cattle markets and railroads. Every spring, ranches would round up their cattle and then combine them into giant herds for the long walk down the trail to market. So each spring the population of Trailhead would briefly expand until the tiny town seemingly burst at the seams.

Between cattle drives, Trailhead was a sleepy place.


Fortunately, Sam arrived at a “sleepy” time for the town, giving him time to meet the town's few permanent citizens, and to learn how the place worked.

Among the first things he discovered was that the town didn't work the way he had first assumed. He had received a letter from the town's Mayor accepting his application and offering him the use of the town's medical office. But he soon discovered that the “Mayor” was the town drunk and didn't actually run the place. (Although he could deliver a rousing holiday speech if properly sobered up.) The town was actually owned and operated by a diminutive but strong-willed and red-headed lady named Mildred Ross. Woman's suffrage was still a half-century away. So even in Texas it was unthinkable for a woman, even a rich woman, to call herself Mayor of a town. So the town drunk served as a convenient and complaint figurehead for the practical-minded woman.

So now Sam realized that Mildred was actually his landlord and “sort of” his boss, although she never once mentioned it.

A chronic asthmatic, Mildred was as weak in her body as she was strong willed. The town of Trailhead actually occupied a corner of Mildred's huge ranch, which is how she owned the town. Mildred had inherited the ranch from her husband, who had died in an unfortunate accident. However, “inherited” implies that Mildred had done nothing to earn her ownership, and that simply wasn't so. It was largely through Mildred's brainpower that her husband had managed to find markets for his beef and ways to get the cattle there. While her husband had been driving cattle to market over the new cattle trails, Mildred ran the ranch with an iron fist and made land deals that grew it. Now the Ross ranch (its brand a stylized “R”) was known throughout Texas.

Since her husband's untimely death, Mildred, with help from a trustworthy Superintendent, ran the Ross ranch. Running the town was merely a sideline for Mildred. Trailhead was important because its businesses were vital to the Ross ranch and other local ranches, and because it hosted the annual cattle drives.

Fortunately, Sam managed to quickly get into Mildred's good graces. No medical genius, Sam at least had the benefit of the very latest in medical knowledge. So where the last doctor couldn't help Mildred's asthma, Sam introduced her to a treatment, an herb called atropa belladonna, that actually relieved her coughing fits.

Trailhead was a tiny place, and the population was mostly young, male and healthy. Also, excepting Mildred, the few women of the town avoided Sam entirely except when desperately ill. It wasn't personal, just an understandable reluctance to show their bodies to a young man. So poor Sam had lots of spare time, and was barely making a living.

Fortunately, Trailhead lacked a veterinarian. The previous doctor had also served as the area's animal doctor and his reference books were still in the office. Sam studied those books and worked often at the town's livery stable to gain experience and confidence with animals. A city boy, Sam had much to learn before he could call himself a veterinarian!


Like most places in the American west, the few women in Trailhead were mostly either taken or not worth taking. Attracted by adventure and opportunity, couples and single men migrated west, but rarely single women. Thus, their scarcity. So single men, obviously including Sam, had a big problem finding mates.

Sam had only briefly been in Trailhead before spotting the town's one eligible and desirable female. She was quite unmistakable, a shapely but compact lady about his own age mounted on a huge spirited stallion galloping through town with her golden red hair streaming behind her. Shockingly, she wore man's pants. Equally shocking to this city man, she was riding astride her horse rather than sidesaddle or in a carriage as respectable ladies do.

As she passed by his office, she locked eyes with him just long enough to acknowledge his existence, and then she was gone. After that, he spotted her often, but she never again seemed to notice him. Although her bright red hair provided a clue, he easily learned her identity. She was Ethel Ross, Mildred Ross's daughter.

One day when Mildred came by for another batch of asthma medicine, Sam obliquely mentioned Ethyl. Mildred grimaced at the mention of her daughter's name, “That Ethyl will be the death of me yet! If only you had a medicine that would turn her in to a responsible adult. She runs around on that horse instead of tending to ranch business. I'm afraid she's going to hurt herself. That girl is as wild as a Texas thunderstorm.”

Her voice lowered, she added, “She doesn't think I know, but she likes cowboys a bit too much. I hope she doesn't end up in the family way.”

Sam had no reason to be jealous of a woman he hadn't even met, and he assumed that a poor city boy like him didn't have a chance with her. Still, his stomach twisted at the thought of her with another man.


Sam would never forget the first time he saw Ethyl close-up. Intent on buying beans, he had walked into the general store. He must have seen Ethyl's white stallion at the hitching post, but his thoughts were elsewhere. So he walked into the store and almost collided with Ethyl. The sight of her took his breath away! To a man used to seeing ladies only in figure-hiding outfits with multiple layers of petticoats underneath, the sight of this shapely pants-clad woman was a shock. Ethyl was a short woman, a younger and curvaceous version of her mother. Her face had delicate features and lightly freckled skin, framed by her mother's bright red hair.

Ethyl looked Sam up and down and said, “You must be the new doctor.” This wasn't Sam's best moment! He could only nod mutely. Not having received a response, Ethyl simply turned to finish her business with the clerk. Sam found himself staring at the delightful, but naughty, outline of Ethyl's buttocks, which were straining the seat of her pants. When he realized where he was staring, Sam blushed and quickly turned his head.

Embarrassed and aroused in equal parts, Sam fled the store, his need for beans forgotten.

Sam would never forget the sight of those buttocks. Thoughts of Ethyl filled the young man's nights. But still, tiny as Trailhead was, he seemed unable to meet her.


That all changed one day when a cowboy galloped up to Sam's office. “Come quick,” he yelled through Sam's open window, “Misses Mildred says that Ethyl is in a bad way.”

The cowboy's horse was too winded to immediately return to the Ross ranch, so Sam ran to the livery stable to hire a horse. (By now, he could at least remain in a saddle.) It was five miles to the Ross ranch house, and Sam rode as fast as he dared.

Mildred led Sam to Ethyl's bedroom, where he found her suffering cramps. Here again, Sam's medical training was easily equal to the task. In his hospital experience, Sam had seen this condition in women often. Ethyl was having a miscarriage.

There was no keeping the truth from Mildred because the evidence would soon be clear enough, so he was forced to tell her. The lady was instantly furious, but her Irish temper quickly passed. And then they got to work.


It was midnight before Sam returned home. In the process of caring for Ethyl, he had seen her most intimate parts, but it had been no thrill at the time. His mind had been totally on business.

Later however, was different. Now his nightly visions of Ethyl were anatomically accurate, and all the more tantalizing for it. Still, Sam glumly assumed that Ethyl's embarrassment would erase what little chance he had ever had with her.

To deal with typical small town rumor-mongering, Sam, Mildred and Ethyl had agreed that Ethyl's short-term malady had been “a severe digestive upset”. Sam had pledged complete confidentiality, and would keep that promise. However, one young cowboy had guessed Ethyl's diagnosis correctly. But there was little chance of him telling! A drifter, he lived in the Ross Ranch bunkhouse. The night of Ethyl's “sickness”, he disappeared without collecting his pay. He assumed that Mildred would discover who had gotten her daughter pregnant, and wished to be elsewhere when it happened!

So life quickly returned to normal for Sam. Or so he thought!


Besides being the town's doctor and veterinarian, Sam's predecessor had served another vital function; as a stand-in disciplinarian. The cattle business, especially long cattle drives, took Trailhead men away from their families for weeks at a time. Occasionally an older child would need punishing while his father was away, and the mother didn't feel capable. In that case, the old doctor would take the errant child to a convenient woodshed for punishment. The child was usually referred to him by the mother, but sometimes by the Sheriff.

The doctor usually punished boys, but didn't shrink from doing the same to girls. The only significant difference with girls was the mother's presence for propriety's sake.

Sam had only been in town a few weeks when he was asked to punish a boy, but he adamantly refused. Sam lacked the experience and the confidence for that job. Except for his own childhood punishments, he had zero experience with corporal punishment.


That changed two weeks later when Mildred appeared at his office to ask him to punish Ethyl!

“Sam I need your help,” she had said, “Ethyl is recovered now. I must deal with what she did, but I'm no longer physically able.”

Sam's eyes widened, “You can't possibly mean...”

Mildred's eyes hardened, “Yes, that's exactly what I mean. You've already seen the part of her that needs punishing, and you're the only person who knows why. So clearly you're the man for the job.”

Sam started to refuse, but one doesn't tell Mildred Ross “no” when she wants something. Mildred's forceful personality soon wore down Sam's objections.

Mildred's final argument almost closed the deal, “Don't worry about Ethyl. She's sorry for what she did and has agreed to accept punishment. But for reasons that I've explained to you, you're the only punisher she will agree to.”
Sam had one more objection, “Mrs, Ross, the problem is that my feelings for Ethyl aren't totally...”

“Professional?” Mildred asked with a raised eyebrow.

Miserably, Sam nodded.

“I saw your face while you were caring for Ethyl, and you only saw a patient in need of your help. As for your 'unprofessional' thoughts regarding Ethyl, I'd be concerned if it were otherwise! You are young, male and human. Ethyl is both single and a fine specimen of young womanhood. Still, you're the man for the job. I promise, Ethyl won't hold it against you. She knows that the punishment comes from me.”

Sam was helpless against Mildred's personality. He reluctantly agreed to appear at the Ross ranch house the following morning to punish Ethyl.


Then next morning Sam rented a horse to ride to the Ross ranch. To his surprise, Ethyl met him at the door. Her freckled face blushed sweetly at the sight of him. This was the first time that Sam had ever seen her in a dress. It was a thin and plain affair. In the fashion of the times, it was nearly ankle length. From the way the dress conformed to her hips, Sam guessed that she wore no petticoats under it. When he realized that their absence was likely purposeful to facilitate her imminent punishment, Sam's heart galloped.

“Welcome,” Ethyl said as she stood aside to allow him to enter, “I appreciate you coming, and I'm sorry for my part in dragging you into this business. Mother is in the parlor. We've sent the help off for the morning, so this will hopefully be private.”

Before she could turn, Sam took her arm, “Are you sure that you want this Miss Ross? If not, I'll leave.”

Her eyes misted, “Please Doctor Stephens, my name is Ethyl. And yes, I consent. I fully deserve to be punished. It's the only thing that will repair matters between me and mother.”

“In that case Ethyl, lead on. And after your punishment, please call me Sam.”

She smiled sadly, nodded, and then gracefully turned. Sam followed her into the sitting room.


He found Mildred in the parlor, a grim look on her face. He gulped at the sight of a sturdy wooden armless chair that obviously didn't belong in the room. A large ivory hairbrush rested on the chair.

Mildred pointed him to a comfortable chair, Ethyl sat on the couch next to her mother. Mildred got right to the point, “Thank you for coming here Doctor Stephens. I know that you wanted no part of this, so I appreciate you accommodating us. Naturally Ethyl and I have already had a long and difficult talk about her behavior. So now she will explain to you why she must be punished.”

This came as a surprise to Ethyl! Hesitantly, she started, “Well, naturally it's about my silly and selfish behavior that got me pregnant, but it's more than just that.”

The normally self assured young lady choked back tears before continuing. She explained that her literal “roll in the hay” with that young cowboy, a ranch hand, had been about curiosity and thrills, not love. “So I childishly and selfishly risked everything, plus I messed up that man's life on a silly whim. I'm supposed to help mother run this ranch. As she ages, I'll need to take her place. I'm afraid I haven't done my part, but I'll do better after today. I'm truly sorry mother!”

Mildred nodded her acceptance of her daughter's confession and oath, “I love you Ethyl. But yes, we both have huge responsibilities to face up to. So I hope this is the turning point you need.”

Spontaneously, mother and daughter hugged. Sam felt embarrassed to see this private moment, but being here hadn't been his idea.

Mildred wiped a tear from her eye, “Shall we get on with it Ethyl?”

“Yes mom.”

Not mincing words, Mildred proceeded to explain to Sam exactly how to punish Ethyl. Ethyl would bare her bottom and lay across Sam's lap. Sam would give her a hard spanking, first by hand and then with the hairbrush. Both Sam and Ethyl blushed at her frank language and detailed description of the punishment she demanded Ethyl receive.

“Is that clear to both of you?” she finally asked.

Sam gulped, but agreed. Ethyl promised, “I'll see that it happens mother.”

“In that case,” the lady said, “I will depart.”

To Sam's astonishment, the lady stood, briefly squeezed Ethyl's hand, and then exited.


Through this entire family drama, Sam had seen no hint of the bratiness he had expected from Ethyl, but her former spirit still glowed in her eyes.

Sam spoke first, “I can't believe she left us alone!”

“As you can imagine Doctor Stephens, my mother and I have had some rather extensive 'discussions' about my behavior. She insists on this punishment, which I agree I deserve. The only concessions I asked for was that you be the punisher, and that it happen privately. Don't feel sorry for me! I've earned this. Also, neither I nor my mother will thank you if you go easy on me.”

Sam gulped, nodded, and then moved to the armless chair. He hefted the hairbrush curiously, and then placed it in a handy spot.

He watched Ethyl approach his right thigh. She blinked tears away, and then with almost a superhuman effort, she pulled herself together. She stood straight up and then looked him in the eye. “Assuming you do this correctly, I'll be shrieking and begging you to stop long before you finish the first part of my spanking. Ignore me and just do it!”

Her voice cracked, but then she continued, “As my mother instructed, be sure to bruise my bottom with that hairbrush. She must see results! Nothing can be settled between me and mother unless I'm properly punished. OK?”

Mutely, Sam nodded.

“Well,” she said as she gathered her dress behind her and then raised the rear hem high, “at least you won't see anything that you haven't seen before.”

Holding her dress above her waist at the rear, Ethyl awkwardly placed herself across Sam's lap.

It was clear to Sam that Ethyl had thought of everything in advance. As he had suspected, she was bare under her dress.


Ethyl's pregnancy, which she didn't even suspect until her miscarriage, had been a huge wake-up call to Ethyl. It had forced her to take stock of herself, and she wasn't happy at what she found. So this spanking wasn't only to make amends to her mother, it was also a way for Ethyl to make amends to herself. She had decided that after her punishment the childish “playgirl” Ethyl would be history.

As Ethyl bared her bottom and laid herself across Sam's lap, her head bubbled with a potent stew of emotions; self-reproach, contrition, fear, determination, embarrassment, and even strange feelings for Sam, an educated man whom she feared would never look twice at a country bumpkin like her!


The buttocks looking up expectantly at Sam were compact, pure white, and separated by a tight cleft. He knew that her horse riding had probably toughened them, but what did that mean? Did it mean that she wouldn't feel pain? As a doctor, he doubted if that could be true. He did know that this young lady was no fragile rose. She was obviously robust enough to safely take plenty of punishment. The thought gave him confidence.

“Here goes,” he warned as he raised his hand high.

Spanked often in his formative years, spanking certainly held no mysteries for Sam. However, this was the first spanking he had ever given. In fact, those clear instructions from Mildred had increased his meager spanking knowledge more that he had let on. So it was no surprise that his first efforts were quite artless. At first he used the heal of his hand more than the palm. He figured out the difference when his spanks didn't sound right. Also those first few spanks were to the same spot, igniting her right buttock into unimaginable pain.

Ethyl had planned to “tough it out” as long as possible before reacting to her punishment, but the unintended severity of those first spanks, all targeting the same spot, quickly changed that plan. She screeched and bucked, imparting a motion to her bottom that Sam found fascinating. Finally Ethyl found her voice and loudly begged Sam to spank her other side, a request that he quickly honored.

By the time that Sam had spanked her left buttock so that it matched her right, Ethyl was clearly in tears and wriggling her bottom with each spank. Ethyl's increasingly loud response to her punishment gave Sam confidence. He couldn't believe how bright red her bottom had become on the twin patches where he had concentrated his spanking. But that reminded him of Mildred's advice to spank the whole surface of Ethyl's bottom, not just certain spots. He noticed that the color served as a handy guide. Therefore he simply had to spank her bottom to an even red hue. So with rapidly increasing confidence and skill, that's exactly what he did.

By now Ethyl was shrieking and loudly begging for respite. As he had been instructed to, he closed his ears to those entreaties and simply continued to do his duty.

Remembering Mildred's instructions, Sam landed some experimental spanks on the backs of Ethyl's thighs. She shrieked even louder and kicked dramatically, in the process favoring young Sam with a peek at her most intimate anatomy. As a doctor, Sam was well acquainted with that body part, but had never before viewed it from that particular angle. The unexpected view stirred Sam in a very base way. In a single heartbeat, Sam's penis stiffened, causing him pain as Ethyl bounced and thrashed atop his rigid member. He wanted to adjust himself, but couldn't do so surreptitiously. Guilty at his inappropriate arousal, Sam accepted the pain as a penance and stolidly soldiered on with his task.


With a forgotten cup of coffee, Mildred sat in her kitchen and listened to her daughter's punishment. The young physician's efforts had sounded predictably uneven at first, but he soon found his stride. The first sounds of Ethyl's distress came sooner than she had expected. Now she heard the sharp clapping sounds of a spanking that was nearing its climax, along with Ethyl's shrill shrieks.

Finally came a relative silence. The spanks stopped, Ethyl's shrieks became sobs. Mildred assumed that the first part of Ethyl's punishment was over. She had wondered if the mild-mannered Sam was up to the job, but it sounded like he was acquitting himself quite well!

Mildred's motives for prevailing on Sam to punish her mostly-grown daughter included the ones that she had explained to him. Namely, Mildred really wasn't physically up to doing the job herself, plus Sam already knew the real reason for Ethyl's “illness”. Further, he had already seen her body. Finally, he was the only male whom Ethyl was likely to allow to “do the job”. But Mildred also had another motive behind selecting Sam, and this one overrode all of the others: By her reckoning, Sam was the best man for Ethyl. At least, he was the best man who was available in the small world of Trailhead Texas! Sam was both civilized and educated, simple facts that stood him head and shoulders above any other unmarried man in town. Also he happened to be good-looking, reliable, smart and personable.

She knew that pushing them together in this manner was dangerous. Ethyl might be angry after her spanking and push him away. Or they might retreat from each other out of mutual embarrassment. But the practical Mildred had decided that these were worthwhile risks. It seemed more likely that this shared intimate experience would draw them together.

Mildred put her hand to her mouth as the first impacts of the hairbrush rang through the house and Ethyl screamed out in pain. She peeked out the front window to ensure that nobody was around to hear the ruckus. But if they were, it was too damn late!


In his hospital experience, Sam had seen enough injured flesh to know when to stop spanking Ethyl with the hairbrush. It had taken him only minutes to spank her buttocks just beyond the bruising threshold. He expected that her bottom would carry painful marks for a few days. Young and healthy as Ethyl was, she would heal fast, and be back on her horse quickly.

His job done, he allowed the bawling lady back to her feet. When she stumbled, he quickly rose from his chair to support her. Ethyl misinterpreted his helpful gesture, turning it into a hug. Swaying together like a tree in a breeze, they embraced while Ethyl sobbed into Sam's chest. Finally Ethyl released him to rub her tortured bottom through her dress, which had fallen back into place.

“I suppose that you're mad at me Miss Ross. Should I leave now?”

“No!” she answered, “Please stay. I'm not angry, and please call me Ethyl. Now that I've been punished, may I call you Sam?”

“Yes Ethyl, I'd like that.”


It would make a dramatic ending if I could describe how the two fell onto the couch to make passionate love, but the truth was much more mundane. Once Ethyl regained control of her emotions and rubbed some of the sting from her posterior, they sat side-by-side on the couch. There, Ethyl actually thanked him for her correction.

And then they finally had their first conversation.

To Mildred's joy, Ethyl invited Sam for supper the next day. Horse riding was out of the question for Ethyl, so the two enjoyed a walk after supper.


Their unhurried and decorous courtship somehow restored Ethyl's somewhat tarnished reputation. The wedding was the biggest happening in Trailhead in decades.

Naturally Sam moved into the Ross ranch house after the marriage. He quickly became involved in the running of the ranch, so a new young doctor took over the doctor's office. Sam and Ethyl gradually took over management of the ranch from Mildred. Taking exactly the opposite roles that Mildred and her late husband had occupied earlier, Ethyl managed the outdoor part of ranching whilst Sam handled the business aspects.

The Ross ranch and the town of Trailhead prospered as never before.

The town drunk remained the Mayor, but Sam actually ran the town.

The “old” Ethyl never totally went away, but her brief illicit pregnancy and her subsequent punishment at the hands of her future husband had helped her shed her childish ways. Like her mother, Ethyl never lost her spirit, plus she retained a wild and impulsive streak. Therefore, she never lost the need for an occasional trip across her husband's lap.

But surely nobody would be interested in hearing about that!

© Guyspencer 2015

Friday, November 06, 2015

The Panty Choice

© Guyspencer 2015

The Panty Choice

Sandy pulled open her panty drawer. She had quite a collection of panties, because every morning the question of what panties to wear required serious consideration by the pretty teen. But today the question would be especially vexing and the possibilities were mind-boggling. You see, Sandy's private Christian school required uniforms. But the school didn't bother specifying regulation underwear for either boys or girls. Therefore, choice of underwear was one of the few ways for a girl to express her personality, even though undies didn't usually show. So that explains Sandy's extensive panty collection.

Sandy had several plain full-coverage panties folded on one side of her drawer. Those were mostly used for a certain time of the month, fortunately not a factor today. Hidden in back, were a pair of flossy G-string panties that she had secretly purchased. Those panties offered an intriguing possibly for today. Smiling wickedly, she dug them out for consideration.

A more conservative choice would be something from her colorful set of “daily” panties. Today was Wednesday, and the panties with “Wednesday” lettered across the rear happened to be bright red. For reasons that will soon become clear, she decided that red panties might be a bit too appropriate.

A pair of full-coverage but very sheer panties caught her eye. Those were a definite possibility! That they were two sizes too small to properly contain her flowering bottom only increased their charm. She tried them on and then looked at her firm little sixteen-year-old body in the mirror. No! They wouldn't do. The leg holes were too tight, causing huge panty lines, even though they molded her buttocks beautifully. Since her school uniform featured a loose skirt and a required slip, panty lines usually weren't a consideration, but today was different.

Today was different because something would happen that she had mixed feelings about. This afternoon, she had an appointment with that dreamy Mr. Russell, her school's guidance counselor. He had scheduled it for her usual study hall period. It was almost a sure bet that Mr. Russel would first scold her for sneaking out on yesterday's last period cheer meeting, and then he would spank her for truancy!


Sandy had no love of spankings. Her father had spanked her bare bottom last night after she had reluctantly handed over the letter from Mr. Russell. She had blubbered and screeched and kicked her way through that spanking. But afterwards, her parents had hugged and kissed her tears away. This morning, she couldn't detect any redness remaining in her bottom. In retrospect, she decided that her punishment had been fair enough.

But now she likely had one more spanking coming. She had never been spanked by Mr. Russell, but knew people who had. In accordance with school rules, he used only his hand. Boys had to drop their britches, but retained their underpants. For girls it was easier. Girls simply laid across his lap fully clothed, and then he flipped up their skirt and slip to expose their panty-clad bottoms for correction. Everybody agreed, he spanked hard! Few wanted to repeat the experience.

Honestly, she dreaded being spanked by Mr. Russell and was terribly afraid that she would blubber and act like a baby. But that's where her fantasy kicked in! Would he comfort her after her spanking? Just the thought of a hug from him made her swoon. Imagine if she could lay her head on his manly chest! Could it be the start of something bigger between them?

Also, since her spanking was bound to happen anyhow, how could she get Mr. Russell to notice her? Since she had to wear her school uniform, that only left her one fashion choice, her choice of panties. Normally it wouldn't really matter what panties she wore because only she saw them. But today was different, because today he would see them, even touch them. So today's choice of panties was crucial!


Mr. Russell was actually only a few years older than many of the students he worked with. He was a handsome young fellow, recently graduated from a Protestant seminary. He called his job a “ministry”, but actually it was just a job. Being a small religious school, his counseling duties included both academic and religious counseling, plus he served as the school's “enforcer”. As such, he often prowled the campus on his golf cart, keeping order and enforcing the school's rules. His duties included being the school's designated spanker.

He hoped to be Pastor of a big church some day, but for now this job sufficed. The school administration was actually delighted with his effectiveness. He had replaced an older sour-faced fellow who was ineffective because the students hated him so much that they wouldn't listen to him. They even plotted against the old fellow!

In contrast, perhaps because he was so young, the students wanted to please Mr. Russell. He got along OK with the boys, but he was aware that some of the girls liked him too much! Part of his allure was that Mr. Russell was not only “hot” looking and personable, but also unmarried.

Fortunately, the school had a rather comprehensive rule book. This made life easy for Mr. Russell because all he had to do was follow it. He pursued his “enforcer” duties with dedication and firmness, but also with a disarming smile and a friendly manner that told students that it was “nothing personal”.

He wasn't totally comfortable with his spanking duties, but that wasn't all bad. When he confided that to the Principal, the man had told him that he would rather have someone uncomfortable. So Mr. Russell did his best to be fair, but always went “by the book”.

With the optimism of youth, Sandy had honestly expected to get away with it. There was a big football game coming, the official homecoming game. It would be a hard-fought affair against another nearby Christian school, a long-term rival. So Tuesday the school canceled the last class period in favor of a Cheer assembly. Everyone was supposed to gather in the gymnasium bleachers to pump up enthusiasm for the coming game. The cheerleaders would show off their newest moves, the team would appear in full football dress, the coach would speak, and the band would play fight songs. Sandy, not a sports lover, found it all boring.

Having attended these things in the past, Sandy knew that all staff and students were required to attend. Since the assembly happened on school time, why not? But these were casual events. Students could sit wherever they liked and nobody took attendance. So it would be a simple matter to sneak off campus. Yes, that would technically make her a truant, but what were her chances of getting caught? It wouldn't be as if nobody had done it before! She had several friends who claimed to have successfully bunked off from assemblies. She had never heard of any of them being caught. And what's the worse thing that could happen to her? Sandy decided not to think about that!

So she tried it.

At the end of the seventh period, the Principal announced on the PA system that everyone should report to the gym for the cheer assembly. It would commence immediately after the eighth period bell.

Sandy gathered her books and then followed the crowd in the direction of the gym. She made a detour into the girl's room and then slipped into a stall to await her chance. Moments after the bell rang, all was quiet. Sandy emerged from the girl's room, looked around carefully to assure she was alone, and then carefully made her way to the rear of the campus. The instant that she walked out the pedestrian gate into the street, she officially became a truant. Sandy had never felt so free in her life!

She was still silently congratulating herself on the perfect crime when she heard a hum behind her. It was Mr. Russell's golf cart coming down the street! Running was out of the question, Sandy was no athlete.

“I figured someone would try it, so I watched,” he explained with an apologetic shrug and his usual disarming smile. “Sandy, I'm afraid that you have broken one of the school's biggest rules.”


So Sandy received an unwelcome golf cart ride. Mr. Russell drove her around to the front of the campus and through the front gate. With his hand firmly on her shoulder, he led her into his office. It was late in the day, plus there was no witness available for a spanking, so Mr. Russell gave Sandy that appointment for tomorrow afternoon to “discuss this incident.” She knew full well that the “discussion” would include a spanking.

Perhaps worse, he sent Sandy home with a note to be signed and returned tomorrow. Sandy had no doubt that would earn her a spanking at home that evening.

And sure enough, she was spanked that evening. The girl went to bed with a modestly sore bottom and a few last tears. She slept fitfully, her mind filled with thoughts of her meeting tomorrow with Mr. Russell.

So that brings us back to Wednesday morning, and back to Sandy, who is still standing undecided in front of that panty drawer. Time was short, she must make her choice.

None of her panties were thick enough to offer any credible protection to her bottom, and surely Mr. Russell wouldn't allow multiple pair, so protecting her bottom wasn't a consideration.

It was something that Evelyn Jones had told her that tipped the balance of Sandy's decision: Evelyn had been spanked by Mr. Russell on a day that she happened to be sporting a pair of very brief, sexy panties. As it turned out, Mr. Russell had simply delivered the rule-mandated spanking to her barely-covered nether cheeks without commenting on her panty choice. The girls had discussed this, and decided that Mr. Russell hadn't commented simply because he relied on the rulebook, but the book contained no rules regarding panties.

Tempted, Sandy fingered the G-string panties again.

If Sandy truly wanted Mr. Russell to notice her, then she must outdo Evelyn.

So Sandy made her choice. It was a choice that any responsible adult would feel duty bound to tell her was absolutely the wrong choice! Yet, decades later the adult Sandy would still think back and smile at her audacious act that morning.

You see, Sandy chose to go to school that morning wearing no panties at all.

© Guyspencer 2015

Brenda's Homecoming

© Guyspencer 2015

Brenda's Homecoming

It was a tough month for the Parker family. Brenda, the Parker's only offspring, had gotten pregnant and had undergone an abortion. A university Freshman two hundred miles from home, Brenda was technically an adult and hadn't involved her parents in the decision. Her and her boyfriend had chosen to terminate the pregnancy. The details had been smoothly handled by the university Student Health office.

Brenda's father, Henry, had stayed home to work, while his wife, Sara, had traveled to the state university to help her daughter through the trauma of the procedure and the recovery. There she had necessarily met Brenda's boyfriend, Sam Adams. Naturally, their relationship was strained and awkward at first. From the start though, Sara could see that the young man loved Brenda.

Sara and Sam spent several hours together in the clinic waiting room, anxiously waiting for news of Brenda. By the time the ordeal was over, Sam had won Sara over. She just couldn't help but like the young man. Further, he had convinced her that he fully planned to marry Brenda. Also, Brenda clearly loved Sam.

From the beginning, Sam had been apologetic. He told Sara that he and Brenda had made a terrible choice. In fact, he said that his decision to have sex without a condom was the stupidest, most irresponsible thing he had ever done. Sara didn't disagree!

Brenda was similarly apologetic, but she would eventually have to face her parents. Her parents still supported her, and by mutual agreement still held some parental control over her. The Parkers were a close family. Brenda was content to remain her parent's child, even though that meant the occasional spanking. She accepted it though, because she recognized that she still needed strict guidance to stay “on the straight and narrow.”


Sara stayed with Brenda for two weeks. While there, she rented a motel suite. Brenda stayed in the suite while she recovered, but still managed to attend most of her classes. Sara didn't immediately tell her husband, but Sam also stayed in the suite. After all, Sam and Brenda were adults. If they wanted to sleep together, there was little that Sara could do to stop them!

The Parkers had mixed emotions about their daughter's decision to have an abortion. Honestly, they had been relieved that the decision hadn't been up to them. On one hand, they felt sadness at the loss of a potential life, and a potential grandchild. On the other hand, they knew that this wasn't the time for Brenda to have children. Being a parent now would end her college education and greatly reduce the future prospects for her and her children. Far better that Brenda wait until she had been properly educated...and had grown up herself!

Also, Henry and Sara struggled with the moral aspects of the decision. Frankly, they hated the concept of abortion and questioned it's morality. But also, they hated the idea of their daughter ruining her life by having a baby so early. There was simply no right answer!

They were a close couple, so Henry was delighted when his wife finally returned home. It was the longest they had ever been apart. They enjoyed a long night together, trying their best to catch up on all of that lost sex, but inevitably failing.


At the end of that semester, Brenda came home to “face the music” with her parents.

Henry and Sara were actually grownup hippies. They had outgrown most of their hippie ways, but some of those attitudes and ideas remained. For one thing, they had no expectation that Brenda would abstain from sex while at the university. In fact, they knew that Brenda had lost her virginity in high school. They had always been direct with their daughter about such matters. Their problem with Brenda wasn't that she had sex, but that she had broken her promise to always use protection. Also, Brenda confessed that she hadn't always reliably taken her birth control pill, meaning that she had failed to keep that promise also.

Sara had done her best to remain nonjudgmental during Brenda's procedure and recovery, but just before leaving she had sat Brenda down for a serious talk. As always, they parted on good terms, but they also parted with the understanding that Brenda would face a serious spanking when she returned home at the end of the term.


So the big day finally came! At term's end, Brenda packed up and drove home. She looked forward to returning to the womb of her family, but dreaded the spanking she knew she had earned. Likewise, Henry and Sara looked forward to hugging their daughter, but dreaded spanking her.

Although she had no plans to duck that earned spanking, she did throw her parents a “curve ball”. In the passenger seat of her car sat Brenda's boyfriend, Sam!

Although they had only expected Brenda, the parents received the couple joyously. Still, there was bit of awkwardness as Sam and Henry met. Sam dodged any unpleasantness by saying as they met, “Sir, I owe you a huge apology, and I intend to deliver. But let's get one thing straight, we both love Brenda.”

The father responded politely, “Yes, we must talk, but any friend of Brenda's is welcome in this house.”

By previous agreement, nothing would be said that day about Brenda's punishment, so that bit of tension was left for another day.

To nobody's surprise, Sam and Brenda announced their “unofficial engagement” that evening. Their tentative plan was to marry after their sophomore year, and then continue school as a married couple. That put their wedding more than a year in the future. Particularly considering the long engagement period, the Parkers quickly (if not enthusiastically) gave their blessing.

Wisely, the parents allowed the couple to decide their own sleeping arrangements. The second floor of the house contained both Brenda's bedroom and a guest room. Sam and Brenda were adults, so the parents simply ignored the issue.


The next morning after breakfast, Brenda took Sam away to show him off to her friends. Before they left, her parents had a quiet word with her, and asked if she remembered that she had a punishment due. She spoke respectfully, “Oh I remember! I earned it, and I agreed to it, so I know it's going to happen. That usually happens in the evening, will it be tonight?”

“Well yes,” Henry agreed, “But what about Sam?”

Brenda dropped a small bombshell, “Sam knows about my spanking. Daddy, you and him really need to talk, so that's something you can discuss. He won't interfere with my punishment, so please allow him to be present. I want his support. But it's your decision.”


In the early afternoon, Sam and Brenda returned from meeting Brenda's old friends. All of them approved of Sam. To Brenda's pleasure, some seemed downright envious.

Sam sought out Mr. Parker, finding him in the garage, “Sir, can we talk?”

In a deliberate attempt to reduce the tension, Henry produced beers from an old refrigerator. They opened them, and then settled in old chairs. Henry looked at Sam expectantly.

Nervously, Sam started, “Sir, first I wish to humbly apologize. I love your daughter, and feel that it's my place in life to protect her and guide her. Instead I did the opposite. I got her pregnant, and I can't even call it an accident. I made a terrible choice. It was immature, greedy and irresponsible of me to make love to her without a condom. I'm so lucky to have her, so why couldn't I be satisfied to love her safely? I promise you that won't happen again until our marriage.”

Henry took a thoughtful sip before responding, “OK Sam, that puts us on the same page. What's done is done, so let's leave it be. Obviously you and Brenda love each other.”

Sam took a long nervous breath, and then jumped to the next difficult subject, “I feel that I'm more to blame than Brenda for her pregnancy, yet you plan to spank her. I should be punished, not her.”

Henry's face hardened, telling Sam that he wouldn't prevail with that argument. So he braced himself for Henry's rejection, “While I agree with your guilt in this matter, that doesn't excuse Brenda. She not only had promised us that she would take her birth control pills religiously, but she also promised us that she would only have sex with a condom. She broke both of those promises. So while I respect your attempt to take the blame and your apparent offer to take her punishment, that won't happen.”

Sam shrugged, “I didn't didn't really expect that argument to fly, so at minimum I should get the same punishment as her.”

“Perhaps,” Henry agreed, “but you need to talk to your own parents about that.”

Sam finished his beer, giving him a chance to think before speaking, “That won't work. My parents aren't spankers. Allowing me to accept the same punishment as Brenda would show that I’m both remorseful and serious. Also, it would help me with my guilt.”

Over a second beer, the two men continued to talk. Like his wife did earlier, Henry fell under Sam's spell. He liked the young man and instinctively trusted him.

An idea occurred to Henry. He couldn't clear it with Sara in advance, but somehow he knew she would approve. He discussed it with an initially incredulous Sam.

Finally they came to an agreement and sealed it with a third beer. Sam would receive the punishment he requested, along with a bit of training.

Meanwhile, Brenda nervously awaited news of the discussion. There were many possible outcomes, some distinctly bad!

Finally they came in from the garage. Neither man offered any information, but at least they seemed friendly towards each other. Brenda finally got Sam alone to pump him for information, but all he would say was, “You'll be spanked this evening. I'll be allowed to be there when it happens.”


Supper was a quiet affair. Sara tried false cheerfulness, but it fell flat so she gave up. Brenda helped her mother clear the table and then washed dishes. After that, she sat with Sam on the front porch, where they talked about anything except Brenda's coming punishment.

It was barely dusk when Sara stuck her head out the front door, “Go upstairs Brenda, and get ready for bed. Be in the living room by eight.

For the next twenty minutes, Sam sat on the front porch alone. Well not truly alone, he had butterflies in his stomach to keep him company!

Just before eight, Sam went back into the house. He found the shades closed in the living room, and a dining room chair sitting in the middle of the floor. Ominously, a hairbrush was on the chair. Just then, Brenda came down the stairs. She was wearing pajamas and had a “scared little girl” expression on her face. She winced when she saw the hairbrush. Despite their mutual nervousness, Sam thought Brenda looked absolutely darling!

Henry and Sara entered together. They sat together on the couch.

“I want you two to face us,” Henry ordered. Holding hands, the couple stood before Brenda's parents.

The ensuing “talk” was heartfelt. Without yelling, the parents poured out their heartbreak at Sam and Brenda's irresponsibility and the poor choices they had made. There were tears all around. Although they acknowledged Sam's guilt and responsibility, they reserved most of the blame for Brenda. It was Brenda who had broken promises to the parents, not Sam.

Also, they talked about the future. Both Sam and Brenda agreed that they would save unprotected sex for their wedding day. Also, Sam promised to watch Brenda to assure that the took her pills regularly.

“Speaking of Sam keeping an eye on you, that brings up something that your mother and I have been discussing. You need supervision at the university. In the past we couldn't imagine who to trust, but now we have Sam. He got off to a bad start, but he seems to be a nice reliable fellow. Brenda, we suggest that you accept Sam as your disciplinarian while you are at the university.”

Brenda gulped, and her head spun at the possibilities, but she finally agreed.

And then it was time for Brenda's punishment.

“Young lady, prepare yourself,” ordered Henry.

Sadly, Brenda reached to her waist. She pushed her pajama bottoms down beyond her hips. With a little wriggle, she dropped them to the floor. She stepped out, and then picked them up. Sam's eyes widened when he saw that she hadn't bothered with panties.

As she prepared herself, Brenda shed tears, but she also looked at Sam and blushed. The blush wasn't because of her nudity. Brenda's hippie parents had raised her to not be ashamed of her body. To Brenda, nudity wasn't humiliation, but simply part of the spanking process. Actually, the blush was because Sam was about to see her this way for the first time, as a big “little girl” about to be spanked by her parents.

Nude from the waist down, Brenda laid her pajama bottoms on the couch and faced her father.

Henry explained what was about to happen, “Brenda, I will first give you a good sound hand spanking. And then your mother will spank you with the hairbrush.”

Miserably, Brenda nodded her understanding.

Sara stood, leaving Henry alone on the couch. She picked up the hairbrush and then seated herself on the armless dining chair facing the couch.

Henry scooted himself to the middle of the couch and then patted his lap meaningfully. Sara gulped, but then hugged her father and whispered “I'm sorry daddy” before laying across his lap.

Standing awkwardly, Sam saw his fiancee's round bottom in a way that he never had before. Suddenly a whole new world opened to him. Until Henry had mentioned it during their private talk, he had never really considered spanking Brenda.

The young man felt an uncomfortable pressure. Trying not to be obvious, he reached down to adjust himself to accommodate his raging erection.


Before starting, Henry explained to Sam. “This punishment is about a serious matter between Brenda and us. So this spanking will be more than anything you should give Brenda yourself. Normally, two minutes of moderately hard hand spanks to her bare bottom will be sufficient to convey your point to her. Also, we will use a hairbrush, but you use only your hand unless we talk first, understand?”

Wide-eyed, Sam nodded.

“Pay attention to how her bottom changes color.” With those words, Henry wrapped his left arm around Brenda's tiny waist, and then let fly with a flurry of several hard spanks to the fullest part of her bottom.

Brenda bucked and twisted under the assault. Totally mesmerized by the color and motion show that was Brenda's bottom, Sam watched open-mouthed. He saw each buttock flatten in turn, and then ripple and pop back into shape as if competing with the other for more attention.

Brenda quickly became vocal, starting with “Owwww”, progressing to decreasingly coherent apologies and ardent promises, finally regressing to all-out bawling, and then her voice climbed the scale into a full-fledged screech.

Several times Henry paused to offer Sam pointers.

At one point Brenda succumbed to the temptation to reach back. Henry explained that he usually restrained her hand himself, but this time asked Sam to hold Brenda's hands. And then Henry started again, spanking faster and harder.

By the time Henry finally finished his job, Brenda had been spanked bright red from the tops of her buttocks down to almost the hollows of her knees. Sam noticed that as the spanking progressed, Brenda's cries became less loud, and her struggles waned as she approached exhaustion.

His job done, Henry lovingly rubbed the still-blubbering girl between her shoulder blades. “OK honey,” he said heavily, “it's your mother's turn.”

Brenda slowly climbed from her father's lap. By then she had recovered sufficiently to actually thank him and to receive a hug. Then she took the three fateful steps to her mother.

She hugged Sara and mumbled, “I'm sorry mommy. I love you. It's OK to spank me hard.”

And then Brenda laid herself across her mother's lap. Sara threw a leg over the back of Brenda's legs, and then asked Sam to hold her wrists. Still rigid, Sam turned away from Sara as he walked, but he only made his condition more obvious.

Mercifully, Sara did the job quickly and without ceremony, marking Brenda's buttocks and sit spots with that heavy plastic brush. Brenda screamed and bucked as Sam held her wrists tightly. Sara didn't give any special number of spanks, only enough to do the job well. Brenda sobbed for several minutes afterward, but recovered quicker than Sam expected.

Brenda's bottom hurt like hall, but that was partially balanced by the relief she felt that this long-dreaded punishment was finally over. Emotionally, she hugged Sam. She couldn't know, but Sam's tummy now churned harder than ever.

Fortunately Brenda wouldn't have classes any time soon, because sitting would be a painful experience for the next few days.


Once Brenda's sobs had decayed to mere sniffles, Henry spoke to Sam, “Well Sam, you can still change your mind.”

That exchange caught Brenda's attention, and confused her!

Sam responded, “That was certainly sobering to watch, but my mind is made up.”

“OK,” Henry said decisively, “Start by kicking off your shoes, and then remove your pants and underpants.”

Realizing what was happening, Brenda's mouth opened in surprise. “You don't have to do that Sam.” Brenda wailed. “I broke promises to my parents, but you didn't.”

“We can discuss this later,” Sam replied,“but now I have a debt to pay.”

Sam kicked off his shoes, and then looked at Sara and Brenda, obviously reluctant to drop his pants. “Mr. Parker, I've… I've...”

Henry spoke reassuringly, “Yes Sam, you have an erection. It's perfectly normal, so we won't think any less of you. We've all seem them before.”

Sam shrugged, and then lowered his pants and underpants together. At first he turned away, but then he had no choice but to turn back. In the process he displayed the impressive anatomy that had gotten Brenda pregnant.

For the second time that evening, Henry patted his lap. Awkwardly Sam obeyed, laying across the proffered lap.

Henry looked up at Brenda, “Hold your man's hands.”

Red-bottomed and bare-bottomed, Brenda knelt down and firmly locked hands with Sam.

Henry's voice was surprisingly gentle as he explained, “You 'will' cry Sam, so don't bother fighting it. Besides, it will help release your guilt feelings. Try not to struggle, that would only prolong your punishment.”

The spanking that followed was a carbon copy of what Brenda had so recently received, except that Henry started out harder and faster to quickly push Sam over an “emotional cliff”. It worked! Sam kicked, twisted, howled and bawled as Henry spanked his firm bottom and thighs beet red. Bravely, the young man made no attempt to escape from Henry's lap. Brenda held on for all she was worth, restraining Sam from the irresistible urge to reach back.

Henry didn't stop until Sam was finally totally exhausted and complaint. Then he finally released the thoroughly spanked young man. Brenda helped him to his feet, and ardently hugged him. Sam pushed himself free so he could prance and rub his bottom. His erection was obviously history, but his man-parts flopped as he bounced.

Finally he regained control of his facilities.

Never before spanked, Sam was frankly amazed at how much his bottom hurt. But unfortunately, he wasn't done.

With massive self-control, the young man faced Sara, who was still in that chair and still had that hairbrush. “I'm sorry Mrs. Parker. From now on, you can depend on me to properly care for your daughter. I'm ready for the rest of my punishment now.”

Brenda started to protest, but Sara stopped her, “Don't worry Brenda. He isn't as guilty as you, so I only intend to give him a sample of this hairbrush.”

She patted her lap, and then Sam laid across it. She adjusted him, but didn't bother to restrain his legs as she had done with Brenda. Again, Brenda took his hands.

Sam crossed his legs nervously as he waited. He heard Sara's voice. “Henry has already told you to only use your hand on Brenda. But just in case, you need to know what a hairbrush feels like. You'll only get four swats, but they will be memorable ones. OK?”

Sam didn't argue, “Yes Ma-am.”

Slowly, Sara applied one hard swat to the center of each of Sam's muscular buttocks, and then a similar swat to each sit-spot. At each one, Sam yelled and kicked, but then grimly braced himself for the next.

After the fourth swat, Brenda tenderly helped him up. The parents allowed the two lovers to comfort each other briefly. And then, hand-in-hand and with their red bottoms still on display, they were sent to share a corner for the next thirty minutes.

As Sam stood in that corner and held his fiancee's hand, he had a thought that would have been totally foreign to him only that morning, “I wonder how long it will be before she ends up across my lap?”

© Guyspencer 2015