Friday, May 20, 2016

Two Bare Bottoms at Assembly

Two Bare Bottoms at Assembly

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© Guyspencer 2016

Author's Note: This story can be read by itself, but it's best enjoyed after reading both parts of “Maryanne’s Public Spanking”.

Lee Christian Girl's High School (LCGHS) was just waking up for the morning. The halls were still empty, save for a few students who come to use the library before class. David Hopkins, who serves as both the school nurse and the Dean of LCGHS, sat in his office staring at two referral forms. In red ink, Principal Flannery had scrawled the same punishment code on both forms, “CP2X, Public”. It was a code that had only been used once before in the history of the school. Two girls were in serious trouble, epic trouble! As usual, it would be the Dean's job to punish them, and it would happen this morning.

Although Dean Hopkins was the first contact for all school discipline issues, the Principal reviewed all corporal punishment cases before punishment. The Principal always interviewed the student before approving the punishment, and then specified its severity by scrawling a simple code on the referral form. By far, the most common code was “CP1”, the school's minimum corporal punishment. The Principal always wrote his punishment codes in red, and then circled and initialed them. “CP1” stood for a brief but brisk “tearjerker” spanking applied over panties. “CP2”, used rarely, specified the same punishment but bare bottom. For especially serious or repeated offenses, he might append an “X”, standing for “extra”. Thus “CP2X” was normally the school's most serious punishment. Sometimes an entire semester went by without its use.

However, there was one offense for which school rules specifically mandated a “CP2X” spanking, and specified that the punishment must be given in view of the entire student body. That offense was bringing illegal drugs onto the campus. That punishment had only been given once before, to a girl named Maryanne Rivers. Although both the Principal and the Dean had regretted the necessity of spanking Maryanne in such a public manner, it had ended the school's drug problem for more than a year. Now it was happening again!

Unusual as it may be, this school's policy of using hand spankings, rather than paddling, was based on a simple and defensible logic; it's the same punishment that most of the school's parents used at home.


This early in the morning, Mr. Hopkins could usually be found patrolling the campus. But today he waited in his office for his two charges to appear. He would use the first class period to prepare them for punishment. At the start of the second class period, the Principal planned to call a special assembly. There, it would be the Dean's job to punish two would-be drug dealers on their bare bottoms as the entire student body watched. As much as he hated to do this, he knew that this was a lesson that every student in the school needed to absorb. Spanking these two girls in this manner should teach a lesson that would save other students from the same fate.

He had just laid the referral form down when there was a knock at the door. After he called “enter”, Jean Cole timidly entered, followed by her father.

Mr. Cole shook hands with Mr. Hopkins, and then turned his attention to his daughter, “OK Jean, you did the crime, so now you've earned some serious lap time.”

She sobbed, “Yes Daddy, I know. Just like I promised you, I'll take my punishment like a big girl. And don't worry about me learning my lesson, I already have!”

As he gave his daughter a parting hug, he looked beyond her to the Dean, “As per your request at our meeting yesterday Mr. Hopkins, we resisted the temptation to spank Jean last night, so you have a fresh bottom to deal with. If you do a good job on her and especially if she cooperates with you, we might be tempted to decide that she's been spanked enough.”

Sudden hope in her eyes, Jean looked up at her father, “Really? Oh thank you dad!”

“Don't thank me yet!” Mr. Cole warned, “That's still to be determined by me and your mother.”

“I'll do my part!” Jean promised, “I'll be good as gold for Mr. Hopkins.”

“And I'll do my part also,” Mr. Hopkins promised ominously, “This young lady and her friend are in for serious spankings!”

“That's only fair,” Mr. Cole said, “She is a tough girl and she has certainly earned a sore bottom. I appreciate you working things out with the police so that the school punishes her rather than the courts. After all, she could have ended up in Juvenile Detention.”

“Think nothing of it,” Mr. Hopkins replied, “Jean is a good girl who simply acted on a terrible idea. We don't want to lose her as a student, and she certainly doesn't need to start adulthood with a police record against her.”

After one last handshake with the Dean, and after one last kiss to his daughter's forehead, the man reluctantly departed, surrendering his precious daughter to the not-so-gentle ministrations of school discipline.


Mr. Cole had no sooner left than the school's other nascent drug dealer, Gale Peterson, arrived. Escorted by her mother, the girl was distinctly teary-eyed. Mr. Hopkins sighed a quiet sigh of relief that both girls had actually showed up for punishment, meaning that this nasty business could be resolved soon.

With a tear in her eye, Mrs. Peterson gave her daughter a crushing hug, “Honey, you're in for some serious punishment this morning, but it's nothing compared to what happens to an adult for doing the same thing. Possession of illegal substances with intent to sell can get you hard prison time. Compared to that, a sore bottom is nothing! So take your punishment with all the grace you can muster, OK?”

Gale sobbed, “I'll do my best mommy.”

“Just don't disgrace yourself,” mother advised, “Crying is okay, but just obey every order you are given and no attitude!”

“Yes Mommy.”

After a final peck on her daughter's cheek and a last hug, Mrs. Peterson shook the Dean's hand, “Thanks for everything Mr. Hopkins. Tell the Principal that I appreciate how he kept my daughter out of court. I know she deserves punishment, and I trust you to teach her the lesson she needs.”

And then the mother reluctantly left.


As the Dean looked at the two uneasy girls, he mused that they seemed like an odd couple. They were a classic “Mutt and Jeff team”, with Jean tall, blond, full-figured and curvy, but Gale exactly her opposite; dark haired, olive skinned, short and pixie-like. Gale appeared at least two years younger than her real age, but was actually the “brains of the outfit”. She was so tiny that she tended to trigger a protective instinct in adults, something Mr. Hopkins silently vowed to guard against. Both girls must be fully and fairly punished!

In retrospect, it's hard to believe that such intelligent girls could have been so silly as to imagine they could get away with it. Both members of the school's Marketing Club, it was Gale who first saw a way for the two friends to put their marketing education into practice. A neighbor boy offered to supply her with marijuana cigarettes for a very attractive price. The girls figured out that they could quadruple their money if they sold them one-by-one at school. So, just as they had learned in their club, they developed a marketing plan. Their advertising would be word-of-mouth, and therefore free! Their undoing involved their security plan, which simply involved warning potential customers to not tell!

It's a credit to the trust and esteem that the students had for Mr. Hopkins that three separate girls told him about the pending drug sales at LCGHS. He shared his knowledge with the Principal (who already had heard something himself). The Principal talked confidentially to the police, who sent two female detectives to the school on the day when sales were to start.

The entire “take-down” was deliberately kept low key. That morning, the Dean intercepted Jean and Gale just as they entered the campus. He escorted them to the Principal's office and the waiting detectives, who quickly found a few low-quality homemade marijuana cigarettes on the girls. After interviewing the girls to discover their source, the detectives left, leaving the discipline of the two would-be drug dealers to the school. A drug sweep that same morning determined that there was no more marijuana on campus.

Since the school policy was unambiguous, determining the appropriate punishment was a “no-brainer”. Unless their parents insisted on withdrawing them from the school, they would be spanked bare-bottom at an assembly of the entire student body! So the Principal arranged hurried conferences with both sets of amazed and horrified parents. Once recovered from their shock and thinking clearly, the parents unanimously agreed that their daughters should be punished as per school policy. They would personally deliver Jean and Gale to Mr. Hopkins early the following morning.

So that explains why Jean and Gale were in the Dean's office that morning. Mr. Hopkins would use the first class period to prepare them for their punishment, which would occur at a special assembly planned for the second class period.


Mr. Hopkins took the girls one at a time to the part of his office that served as the school infirmary for a quick check of their vital signs and for a few confidential questions. Jean blushed bright red at one of those questions, but felt compelled to answer truthfully. Her answer presented Mr. Hopkins with a small dilemma, since it had proved to be an inconvenient time of the month for Jean.

Fortunately that's when Miss Evans, the school's PE teacher, arrived to assist Mr. Hopkins and to serve as the official witness.

Delighted to see her, he whispered his problem into her ear. “I'm the perfect person for that!” she soothed, “In PE I often help girls deal with that exact problem. I keep the necessary item in my purse.”

She took Jean into the little lavatory. Ten minutes later they emerged. Jean was blushing brightly, but Miss Evans brightly assured Mr. Hopkins that everything was sorted and that Jean would be able to remove her panties for punishment without incident.

Next they sat the girls down for a talk. Being careful not to lapse into lecturing, they discussed with the girls how they could have made better choices. To Mr. Hopkins, spanking was simply an extreme form of pedagogy. When spanking a student, he always ensured that she learned the proper lesson from the painful experience, otherwise a spanking was likely to be wasted effort.

Then they talked about what Jean and Gale's post-punishment life would be like. Their parents wanted the two girls separated, and Mr. Hopkins agreed. He would rearrange their schedules to separate them. Also, they were banned from the Marketing club. (From now on, that club would teach Ethics along with Marketing.) Finally, to keep the girls from being shunned, the Principal would communicate to all parents that Jean and Gale were not drug users, but basically nice girls who had made a bad choice and had paid the appropriate price.

Understandably, the girl's emotions were tender. Several times this conversation was interrupted when one girl or the other burst into tears. Thinking that it was best to get the histrionics out of the girl's systems, Mr. Hopkins and Miss Evans were patient with the girls, but unmoved by their tears.

And then, in broad terms, they informed the girls what was ahead of them. As it turned out, both girls had witnessed Maryanne's public punishment a year and a half ago. Still, Mr. Hopkins explained, “This will be embarrassing, and it will certainly make your bottom sore, but it won't harm you and it's nothing you can't handle. Once the assembly is over, so is your punishment. Except for your new class schedules, there will be no further reprisals against you and life will quickly return to normal for you.”

Still, witnessing Maryanne's earlier punishment had created certain expectations in the girls. Naturally they expected a hard bare bottom spanking. Mr. Hopkins wouldn't disappoint them on that account! But still, they would discover that their situation was different from Maryanne's, so their punishment wouldn't be exactly the same.

Next came the tender subject of panties! Miss Evans fielded this one, “Girls, as you know these will be bare bottom spankings. Because they are “maximum” spankings, you must remove your panties entirely, not just lower them. The good news is that you will be able to keep your panties on until just a few minutes before your spankings actually start. I know this is hard, so when we order you to remove them, don't even think about what you're doing, just automatically push then down and then step out. Got it?”

Both girls gulped and then blushed. Regardless of the lapse of good sense that had gotten them into trouble, the girls were no dummies. Gale spoke up first, “You don't mean that we must take them off in front of everybody do you? Maryanne didn't have to do that.”

Patiently, Mr. Hopkins' explained the facts of life to the girls, “Maryanne got herself into trouble by being negligent and careless. However, she never broke any law, and she clearly didn't intend to bring drugs onto the campus. But still, she was wrong and had to be punished. You girls, on the other hand, committed a criminal act and willfully brought drugs on campus! So you won't get the same deal as Maryanne. The procedure for your punishment will be different. In fact, you're fortunate that I can't spank you harder than I spanked her.”

That brought new tears from the girls, but no new protests.

Looking at his watch, he said, “Time is short, and we still have things to do. But let's decide something in advance. Would one of you like to volunteer for the first spanking, or shall we flip a coin?”

There was a pause as both girls considered. Hesitantly, Jane raised her hand.

“So Jane just volunteered for the first spanking. Is that acceptable to you Gale?”

Without enthusiasm, Gale nodded.

“Then let's get this show on the road,” Mr. Hopkins said in a businesslike tone. “Now I would like you two to use the bathroom. Even if you don't feel like it, try to go. After that, we will adjust your skirts.”

The girls had no idea what he meant about their skirts, but they obediently used his little lavatory, and then quickly emerged.

Now Mr. Hopkins voice turned firm and serious, “OK young ladies, your punishment starts now and continues until the last student leaves the assembly. From this moment on, you will follow every direction without protest, question or delay, and certainly with no attitude! Just do what we say! Understand?”

Nervously, they both nodded. “Okay then,” he said, “First kick off your shoes, and then face that wall with your hands on your heads.”

He pointed them to a bare wall. They obeyed.

The girl's school uniforms consisted of a dark vest, a light blue blouse, and a full pleated skirt that matched the vest. Mr. Hopkins had borrowed a handful of large safety pins from the Home Economics teacher. He handed half of them to Miss Evans. Standing behind Jane, he lifted the back of her skirt, and pinned it up high. He used two more pins almost under her armpits to pin up the sides. Then, noticing that the tail of her blouse covered half of her bottom, he pinned that up also.

When he was done, Jean's skirt covered her front like an apron, leaving her panty-covered bottom and hips on display.

Miss Evans did the same with Gale.

They stood back to admire the effect, noticing with approval that both girls wore modest panties. Startling as the display might be, the girls were actually less exposed than if they had been wearing modest bathing suits.

Then they marched the girls out the door. With tears already flowing, in stocking feet and with exposed panties, the girls padded down the empty corridor to the auditorium entrance.


Outside the large open double doors that lead into the auditorium, Mr. Hopkins stopped the girls. He positioned one miscreant to each side of the doors, both facing the wall with hands on heads. He and Miss Evans stepped back to judge the effect. The school's uniform was purposely designed to demurely obscure a girl's rapidly ripening figure, but now Gale and Jean's panty-covered bottoms were on full display! Unintentionally, that display served to emphasize the physical differences between them. Jean was more full-figured than her friend. Her bottom was significantly wider than Gale's, but her height was beautifully proportional to her width. Pixie-like, Gale was slim, petite, and bouncy, which gave her a fetchingly young and innocent look. Mr. Hopkins had no doubt that both girls must attract boys like magnets. It occurred to him that it's fortunate that no boys could see them displayed like this!

He checked his watch. Only two minutes to go! By now, the girls had obviously guessed that they were to be on display. They sobbed quietly, dreading the bell that ended the first class period.

The bell rang, and soon the corridors filled with girls streaming towards the auditorium. Mr. Hopkins stood near Jean, whilst Miss Evans guarded Gale. Their role for the moment was to ensure that their charges didn't bolt, whilst protecting them from teasing or other abuse. As gaggles of students approached the auditorium entrance and saw Jean and Gale, they all expressed shock. Apparently word hadn’t yet spread of the two girl's disgrace, or the purpose of today's special assembly. However, enough students knew of the girl's “marketing” plan, that they quickly guessed the truth.

Mr. Hopkins even saw fear in certain eyes. Those would be the students who had “placed orders” for Jean and Gale's wares. He had already extracted names from the girls. Since the drug deals hadn't been consummated, nothing official would happen to those students. However, he and the Principal would have a serious talk with each, and would communicate with their parents.

Principal Flannery arrived just as the last few students had entered. Coldly ignoring the two miscreants, he shook hands with Mr. Hopkins and Miss Evans and inquired if “everything was OK”. They assured him that all was ready. Pleased, he entered the auditorium and then walked purposely down the center aisle towards the stage. As usual, his very presence quieted the room.

Principal Flannery climbed to the stage, stalked to his podium, glowered at the class, and started the predictable lecture about how drugs weren't allowed on campus, and that he would do whatever it took to eliminate the scourge.

Halfway through his talk, he paused to call Jean and Gale to the stage, triggering a “walk of shame” down the auditorium's central aisle. The Dean came first. At ten-pace intervals came the two girls with their panties exposed in the rear and sides, their faces tense, red, and tear-stained. Miss Evans brought up the rear of the solemn procession.

On the stage, they arranged the girls to each side of the Principal.

Now the lecture continued, with the Principal directly lecturing and shaming the two would-be drug entrepreneurs. Soon they were openly bawling, the Principal's exact intent.

Finally, as he had done with Maryanne's case, Principal Flannery shooed all male staff from the room, and then turned the assembly over to Dean Hopkins before leaving himself.

The Principal left with some conciliatory words, “To our knowledge, neither Jean nor Gale are drug users. Neither are they bad people. After their punishment, we should assume that they have learned their lessons. So no teasing will be allowed, and it's perfectly OK to be their friend.”

With that, he left the stage, marched up the aisle and then closed the doors behind him. Mr. Hopkins broke the silence with the brisk words, “Jean and Gale, remove your panties.”

Remembering Miss Evan's advice to “Don't think about it”, Jean obeyed quickly by pushing her plain white panties to her ankles and then stepping out. However, Gale just stood there looking stricken, perhaps catatonic.

Miss Evans acted. She took Gale by the upper arm and whispered urgent words into her ear. Miserably, the girl nodded, and then reached for her panties. Soon both garments lay on the stage floor. The fronts of their skirts maintained the girl's frontal modesty, but their rear view was totally exposed from their waist down to their ankle socks.

As Mr. Hopkins slid the podium aside, he pointed to a sturdy chair in one corner of the stage, “Jean, fetch that chair for us. Put it where the podium was.”

So poor Jean had to fetch her own spanking chair whilst some two hundred of her schoolmates watched.

And then the three of them; Jean, the chair, and Mr. Hopkins, met at center stage front. Holding a microphone, Mr. Hopkins led Jean through a simple confession and an apology for the damage she had done to the school's reputation. She solemnly promised to never touch drugs again.

Satisfied, Mr. Hopkins took the chair, oriented it sideways to the audience, and then purposefully sat with his right hip facing his audience. Jean stood awkwardly, eyes wide, unsure what to do.

“Jean” he said pointing to the floor next to his right hip, “Come stand right here”.

She obeyed, her bare bottom now directly faced the audience.

He spoke in a voice that was almost kind, “Right over you go.” As he spoke, he pulled lightly on her arm. She bent at the waist, gradually putting her weight onto his lap. He guided her over a bit further, leaving her toes barely touching the hardwood stage floor and her bare bottom well elevated. Her golden hair hung down, puddling on the floor. Jean was no stranger to the corporal lap, so she automatically grabbed the chair legs for support.

He looked down to evaluate his target.


Mr. Hopkins was a happily married man, a man who got this sexual thrills at home. In a typical week, it was his job to spank several of the all-female school's students. So to him, there was nothing special or titillating about Jean's bottom. Still, he examined its structure with a professional eye, evaluating how much spanking it could safely take. It looked quite robust indeed!

Jean had a full bottom, with hips that were flowering into ladylike curves. At the moment that bottom was pure white, and unmarked. But soon it would look quite different.

Jean sensed when the man raised his hand. Her nether cheeks clenched in unhappy anticipation and her toes pointed. She heard a noise, and then suddenly her right buttcheek stung so badly that she lost her breath!

He started out the way he usually started a “maximum” spanking, with five fast and awesome spanks to each cheek, starting with the right. The slapping sounds resounded through the auditorium. Had he been able to concentrate on his audience, he would have seen many of the girls catch their breath at the grim spectacle. As it was, he only noticed Jean gasp in shocked and pained surprise. He was actually starting on the second cheek before Jean finally managed sufficient control of her breath to give voice to her agony. She shrieked, and then screamed, “Nooooooo Pleeeze!”

Naturally, the Dean ignored her entreaties and steadfastly continued on with his task. After those terrible starting blows, he reduced both the pace and the force of his spanks. And then he took several minutes to carefully spank every square inch of Jean's buttocks to a uniform bright red. As he worked, he was careful to miss nothing, even spanking around towards her hips.

By now Jean was bawling and struggling at full throttle. Naturally, Hr. Hopkins simply ignored her antics.


As Jean endured her spanking, Gale endured her own sort of hell. Miss Evans had positioned her facing the rear of the stage, putting her bare and condemned bottom on display, even though it was Jean's bottom that was presently the center of attention. So Gale couldn't see Jean's spanking, but she could hear every scintilla of it.

With a potent stew of fears, regrets, guilt and other emotions swirling in her mind, Gale swayed slightly in place. Although Jean had been an eager partner in crime, Gale felt guilty about leading her friend into trouble. Could they still remain friends even after this trauma and after being separated? Jean and Gale were “best friends”. They would try to remain friends, but the efforts of the school and their parents to separate them would be a powerful force.

Naturally, Gale quaked in apprehension of her own spanking, which was only a few minutes away. She tended to hyperventilate in stressful situations, so she concentrated on controlling her breathing. That was better than concentrating on her coming spanking!

Gale knew that she deserved to be spanked just as hard as Jean was now being spanked, and had no doubt that it would happen. The only bright spot for her was hope that this nightmare would have a quick and definite ending. She had been told that at the end of this assembly her school punishment would be over. If Mr. Hopkins marked her bottom well enough, perhaps her parents might take pity on her and not spank her again. More likely though, she thought sadly, they would simply delay her “home” spanking for a day or two until her bottom healed.


In the spanking chair, Mr. Hopkins was still hard at work on Jean. When he had finally spanked her buttocks bright red and checked his work for any missed areas, he shifted his target area to her sit-spots. If Jean was happy for this temporary respite on her bottom cheeks, it certainly didn't show! The Dean's attention to this new area animated the girl, making her cries more shrill, whilst imparting a new urgency to her horizontal dance.

This being a smaller area than her buttocks, it didn't take him long to spank it just short of bruising.

And then he started on her thighs! It's hard to tell the exact moment when a shrill wail finally becomes a scream, but it was immediately obvious that this wasn't Jean's favorite part of her spanking! Her legs, which before had only fluttered like a swimmer, now flew in all directions. Her ample thighs, which until now had concealed her most private places, flew open, exposing her secrets to the auditorium full of students. Fortunately, LCGHS was an all-girl school.

As usual, Mr. Hopkins took his time, assuring that he did a thorough job. He purposely had left her legs unrestrained. Experienced as he was, he had no trouble hitting a moving target, and Jean's flying legs offered opportunities for him to redden her tender inner thigh area. Although still loud and shrill, by now poor Jean was showing definite signs of exhaustion.

After roasting her thighs to his satisfaction, he carefully revisited Jean's buttocks, sit-spots and thighs in turn. His goal was to reignite her sting and to assure that he hadn't neglected a single square inch of her bottom.

Normally this spanking would be over now, but this was an “X” spanking, meaning “extra”. Therefore, in accordance with the Principal's instructions, he had carefully spanked every bit of Jean's “spankable territory”. Now there was just one task left. Mr. Hopkins wasn't one to scold while he spanked. He seldom even spoke while he was spanking. But this time he paused to speak.

“Jean,” he said loudly, “Are you getting the message? Will you ever mess with illegal drugs again?”

“No sir” Jean wailed, “Never again. I'm so sorry!”

Then he looked out at the audience, “What about you people? You're not here to be entertained! You're here to learn this lesson along with Jean and Gale. Do you all get the message?”

Two hundred female heads nodded vigorously.

“OK Jean,” he warned, “Just a bit more and then we're done.”

Jean felt the Dean's left arm hold her much tighter than before. He raised his hand high and then slammed it into the peak of her left buttock, giving an expert last-second flip of his wrist to add to the impact. And then he quickly repeated the process until he noticed a certain whitish tinge at his target area that told him that he had created an incipient bruise. Jean bawled, twisted and kicked as he quickly repeated the treatment on her left buttock, and then did the same to each “sit spot”, that area where buttock meets leg.

And so it was done, Jean had been spanked.

While Jean bawled across his lap, Mr. Hopkins continued to hold her down as he shook circulation back into his spanking hand. That final flurry had hurt his hand, but he still had one girl to spank.


He didn't rush the girl off of his lap. When she finally seemed responsive, he helped her to her feet. Although his heart went out to the distraught girl, he never offered visible signs of affection that might be misconstrued. The ever-helpful Miss Evans took her by the arm to lead her away. At the same time, she delivered a very nervous and reluctant Gale.

Miss Evans led the still-bawling girl to a spot on the stage, and arranged her with her spanked bottom facing the audience. She handed her a wad of tissues, and told her to stay put. She bounced and pranced a bit, but generally obeyed. Nobody had told her to keep her hands off of her bottom, but the tissues kept her hands busy for the moment.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hopkins turned his attention to Gale. She was a teary blubbering mess! Still, he picked up the mike and then patiently tried to lead her through the same confession/apology routine as he had done with Jean. Because Gale was already crying, this was less successful than before, but at least the delay gave time for the sting to fade from his spanking hand.

Finally he sat and urged her across his lap. As he evaluated this new target, his eyes widened. Except that her rear was similarly naked, Gale's bottom was totally different from Jean's! To begin with, the bouncy, petite Gale had much less bottom. Also, whilst Jean had a tight cleft in her bottom, Gale's buttocks, while shapely, were two separate entities with an intervening wide valley that concealed nothing. Similarly, Jean's thighs were fleshy enough to totally hide her “female parts”, except when she scissored her legs open. In contrast, Gale's thighs never touched each other.

So where Jean's rear anatomy served to discreetly hide her charms, Gale's actually framed her most intimate anatomy and presented it for everybody in the auditorium to see. On realizing this, Mr. Hopkins was once again thankful that he was the only male in the room.

Although Mr. Hopkins rarely touched a girl's bottom before spanking it, he discreetly palpated her flesh to ensure that his eyes weren't deceiving him. He quickly realized that Gale's bottom couldn't safely take as much spanking as he had just delivered to Jean. First, it was simply smaller. Second, there was less padding under her skin to absorb the punishment. Always inventive, he decided that if he couldn't make Gale's spanking the equal of Jean's, then he would make it drastically different! So he reversed his usual order.

As per his usual spanking procedure, he securely wrapped his left arm around Gale's diminutive waist. After a brief word of warning to her, he raised his hand high. He watched her bottom clench in anticipation, and then he let fly, landing his first spank...down low on her thigh! And then he continued. Working with only moderately hard spanks, he carefully spanked both of Gale's thighs to a cheerful shade of red, whilst temporarily forsaking her buttocks.

For Gale, the surprise was total and very unpleasant! She had expected Mr. Hopkins to start on her buttocks because everyone starts there! When her punishment started not there but much lower, Gale at first thought that there must be some mistake! She squealed, “Noooo, not there! That's not fair!” Naturally, he ignored her, spanking on implacably. After a final screech of “Please stop!” she lapsed into teary, sobbing incoherence.

Unlike Jean. Gale's feet couldn't touch the floor, which served to give her legs more range of motion to kick and scissor open, which offered her spanker more opportunities to spank her tender inner thighs, which made her kick even more! It's a vicious cycle, but one that works to an expert spanker's favor.

In her desperation she tried to reach back to protect her thighs, but quickly discovered that her arm wasn't long enough to protect the area in question. Mr. Hopkins noted the questing, ineffectually grasping hand, but ignored it for the moment.

When he had finally satisfied himself that he had thoroughly spanked her thighs, Mr. Hopkins trapped that wayward hand and then started work on her sit-spots. On Gale this was a vague area because her nether skin was so taut that there was no crease delineating where one area started and the other ended. As her sit-spots started to sting, Gale commenced wailing anew. That sting inspired a new movement of the girl, best described as an urgent horizontal dance. As she danced, her sock-covered feet fluttered in a swimming motion and her black pony tail bounced.

With her thighs and sit-spots done, he finally addressed Gale's untouched buttocks. Although Gale had originally been horrified when Mr. Hopkins had ignored her buttocks in favor of her thighs, now she was hardly pleased with the sudden sting on her buttocks. Soon she was yet again howling and bawling anew. To her former horizontal dance, she added a twisting motion as she ineffectually wriggled her bottom in a desperate attempt to dodge the man's punishing hand.

When Mr. Hopkins finally finished reddening Gale's buttocks, he returned to where he had started, Gale's thighs. Now his goal was both to satisfy himself that he hadn't neglected even the tiniest area, and to reignite the overall sting in that area. He carefully completed that area, and then did the same to her sit-spots and finally to her buttocks.

And then he paused.

As he steeled himself for the final flurry of spanks, he knew that this would hurt his hand again, but it had to be done. As he had previously done with Jean, he rapidly applied a flurry of hard spanks to mark Gale's buttocks and sit spots. Considering her lean bottom and his already tender hand, it felt like he was spanking rocks! Gale screamed, kicked and bucked. Despite his sore hand, Mr. Hopkins implacably did his duty.

And then it was done.

As he had done with Jean, he didn't rush Gale off of his lap. As she bawled her heart out, he looked out at his audience. He was pleased with what he saw etched on their faces!

He picked up the microphone to address the students, “OK two girls have been punished. Your job is to learn this lesson along with them. No drugs are allowed in this school! Does everyone get it?”

200 feminine heads nodded their understanding. “Good!” he said. “Remain in your seats and maintain a respectful silence until you are dismissed.”

Miss Evans tenderly helped the still-bawling girl to her feet. They gave Gale a few moments to prance and to blow her nose, before Mr. Hopkins ordered both girls to pick up their panties from where they were laying on the stage. Then he and Miss Evans helped their charges down the short stairway off the stage to the front aisle. Then, still holding their panties, he ordered the two sobbing girls to put their hands on their heads and to walk up the central aisle towards the rear of the auditorium. Gale scrunched her panties up in her fist, but Jean didn't think to do that, so her panties spread over her head like a bizarre bonnet as she walked. Everybody in the auditorium noticed, but the moment was so solemn that nobody even smiled at the sight. At the exit doors, he arranged one girl on each side of the doorway so that their spanked bottoms would be on display.

Finally he dismissed the assembly. As the students quietly filed out of the auditorium, they passed between the two exposed spanked bottoms. If the students weren't impressed enough by watching two punishments, that close look at the results should have done the trick!

As the last student left the auditorium, Mr. Hopkins closed the door to give privacy while they restored Jane and Gale's modesty. They had the girls put on their panties, and then they unpinned their skirts, letting them fall back into place.

As Mr. Hopkins had promised, that marked the official end of the girl's punishment. However, that didn't mean that they would receive the same aftercare that he had given Maryanne Rivers after her public spanking. As he had already explained to the girls, they were more guilty than Maryanne had been, so their treatment was different.

They walked the two still-sobbing girls back to Mr. Hopkins' office. There he allowed them a few minutes in his tiny lavatory to “freshen up”. Last year, Maryanne had been given an icepack treatment to her bottom, been allowed to use an analgesic creme, and had been allowed an entire class period to recover following her public spanking. But Jean and Gale received none of those favors. They put on their shoes, picked up their backpacks, and were sent straight to class. However, the Dean had allowed them one small kindness. When they protested that they wouldn't be able to sit, he informed them that their teachers already had the word to allow them to stand at the rear of the classroom. However, they would be be expected to participate normally in class.

The rest of the day was difficult for them, but nothing they couldn't manage. From that day on, both Jean and Gale were model students.


That left Mr. Hopkins with a list of three girls who had ordered marijuana cigarettes from Jean and Gale. Because those deals had been made off-campus and because Jean and Gale had been “taken down” before they had a chance to make any deliveries, the difficult decision had been made that these girl's hadn't actually breached any school rules. But that didn't mean that they would go free! Later that morning, Dean Hopkins summoned those girls from their classes. As they arrived in his office, the look of fear in their eyes was unmistakable. He walked the girls to the school's administrative office, where he separated them. One at a time, he escorted them into the presence of the Principal. Working as a team, they explained to each girl how close she had come to joining Jean and Gale up on the stage to have her bare bottom publicly spanked! And then, with the girl listening, they called her parents and told them everything. LCGHS parents tend to be very traditional in their discipline methods, and very supportive of the school, so each parent made it very clear that their daughter's bottom would pay the price.

So after school, those three girls went home to a certain fate. Sure that they had done a good day's work, Principal Flannery and Dean/Nurse Hopkins relaxed over cups of coffee.

With his boss suitably relaxed and happy, Mr. Hopkins seized the moment to display his swollen hand and make his case for permission to use an appropriate hand-equivalent paddle in the future. Fortunately for his spanking hand, he prevailed!

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Saturday, May 07, 2016

The Mother-In-Law Supper

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The Mother-In-Law Supper

After a promising courtship and first few months of marriage, George Murphy had turned out to be a suboptimal husband. Over the months of his courtship, he had pursued and wooed his now-wife with a single-minded purpose that had convinced everybody that he was great husband material. Looking back, perhaps folks had been blinded by his huge paycheck and his fast climb up the corporate ladder. Now, a year into marriage, Lane Murphy had come to fear that she was merely a trophy wife. She wouldn't yet admit that she regretted marrying George, but it was close. More and more, she leaned on her mother for emotional support.

Lane had reluctantly agreed to not work, but now she felt trapped at home. She had come to feel that George treated her more like a mistress or a concubine than as a wife. He would arrive home, expect the place to be spotless, expect a sumptuous supper followed by an evening of wild sex, and then disappear for days as he traveled on business or worked so late in his office that he simply slept there. Fortunately there were no other women in his life. He worked so hard that he had no time for them! The real problem was that George's job was “the other woman”.

Simply put, George was a great provider but a terrible soul mate.

Fortunately, George wasn't a totally unreasonable person. So even he understood that marriage involves certain responsibilities, things like accepting an invitation to dinner at his mother-in-law's house. Lane had asked him at an advantageous moment, and had received an unenthusiastic “yes”. So she had called George's secretary to officially schedule it. Truthfully, neither of them really looked forward to the evening, but Lane's mother wasn't a woman who was easily ignored!


Mary Sykes had raised Lane as a single mother. Lane's father had died when she was only eight. For reasons never explained, Mary never remarried, and never allowed herself to become “serious” with any one man. However, she kept an admiring and fluid group of admiring boyfriends! Call it what you will, but Mary's choice of boyfriends had something to do with their everyday usefulness to her. She almost always kept at least one plumber and one carpenter in the mix, and another regular was an excellent handyman who owned a truck. One of the group was even a lawyer.

We might call these guys “boyfriends” or simply “friends”, but the relationships always resembled friendship more than courtship. Lane never knew if her mother was intimate with any of them, (nor did she really want to know) but Mary certainly didn't screw the whole group!

So Lane grew up with this casual group of men around the house, giving her several male role models to choose from. There was little jealousy between the men. Sometimes two or three of them showed up for a weekend barbecue, or worked together on a repair project somewhere in the Sykes house. It was a symbiotic relationship. The men did things for Mary and Lane, and were happy to receive friendship, togetherness and food in return.

Throughout Lane's college years, and through the first year of her marriage, she had detected no change in this pattern. Her mother lived alone, but kept her little group of useful and friendly men, always keeping them at arms length.


On the appointed day of supper with Mary, George dutifully arrived home just in time for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Then they drove to Mary's house.

Mary met them at the door with a big smile. She gave Lane a motherly hug and kiss. Her greeting for George was slightly more restrained, but still friendly. The house smelled delicious! Lane detected the aroma of cooking beef, plus the unmistakable perfume of homemade bread in the oven.

Mary settled them in the living room, and poured wine. George smiled weakly at the sight of her cheap Trader Joe's Chardonnay, but he sipped it without protest. Mary excused herself to make final preparations. Soon she called Lane and George into the dining room. The main course was beef brisket, which must have simmered for hours. It was melt-in-your-mouth fantastic! Lane squirmed, hoping that George wouldn't compare this masterpiece to her own modest culinary efforts.

Somewhat to Lane's surprise, her mother started talking about one of Lane's childhood spankings, and how much good it had done her. Lane had told George that she was spanked growing up, so she was only mildly embarrassed at the story.

But then her mother continued, reminiscing about other times that she had spanked Lane in the process of raising her. Always, she mentioned how each spanking had solved some behavior problem and made Lane a better person. Lane squirmed, and tried unsuccessfully to change the subject. George listened politely. Sensing Lane's discomfort, he asked no questions and did nothing to encourage this line of discussion.

During desert, Lane finally spoke up. Her mother had brought up the most embarrassing, and the worst, spanking that Lane had ever had. This was an incident that George didn't know about!

In that tone that daughters use with their mothers, Lane tried to stop her mother, “Mother! Puleeze!”

Mary raised a finger, “Believe it or not, I'm not daft. I have a perfectly good reason for bringing this up, so just trust me.”

That left Lane with no choice except to listen to a story that she would much rather forget:


That incident had happened shortly after Lane's sixteenth birthday. Mary had reluctantly allowed car dating, but only under very restrictive rules; double dates only, authorized destinations only, and no side trips. “No side trips” meant “no lover's lanes”.

So imagine Mary's surprise to receive a knock on the door when Lane had supposedly been at a movie with a boy and another couple. She opened the door to find a police officer with a bedraggled and frightened-looking Lane. The police officer explained that he had found Lane “unclothed and in a compromising position” in the back seat of a car parked at a well-known lover's lane, along with the boy she was supposed to be watching a movie with. There was no sign of the expected second couple.

After sharply sending Lane to her room, Mary had a quiet talk with the policeman. Blushingly, he explained that he had shined a flashlight into the car, to find Lane half nude and with her boyfriend similarly unclothed and “ready for action”. Thankfully, the officer was of the opinion that the couple hadn't “achieved penetration”, but only because he had intervened. Also, the officer noted that the boy was wearing no “protection”. That really shook Mary because Lane wasn't on the pill!

Mary thanked the officer profusely. He left, seemingly happy to leave this embarrassing situation in Mary's hands.

After a delay to calm her nerves, she called Lane downstairs for the inevitable confrontation. By now the girl had changed into a nightgown. She was quite shaken, having realized how close she had come to losing her virginity and to possibly becoming pregnant.

To her credit, Lane held nothing back. She admitted everything. There never had been any “second couple”, nor any movie. They had hung out at an A&W drive-in until dark, and then had gone to park in a private place. Fortunately the inexperienced couple had chosen a well-known lover's lane that the police regularly checked. The police officer intervened in time to prevent a possible catastrophe.

“What were you thinking?” Mary asked plaintively, “It seems that you did nothing right tonight. You lied to me, you violated rules that we had agreed on, and then you put yourself into a compromising position. You were about to have sex without the slightest protection. You know that you can get pregnant after having sex just once, right?”

By now, Lane was beyond trying to minimize the damage. She could only “throw herself on the mercy of the court”.

So wisely, Lane highlighted her only favorable point, “I did one thing right tonight mom, I learned a big lesson. I almost screwed up my whole life. But now I'm still a virgin, but a smarter one. I'm truly sorry, I know I have punishment coming, but I promise this will never happen again!”

So they hugged, and then cried together. Finally Lane said, “Mom, it's okay to punish me now. Should I fetch the hairbrush?”

“I'm sorry honey,” Mary said regretfully, “But we need more than just the hairbrush. You've just earned your first taste of the belt Missy!”

So Mary told Lane where to find the belt. From previous experience, Lane already knew where to find the hairbrush. The belt had been her father's. Mary had saved it for this one purpose, hoping the need would never arise.

Lane returned to the living room with the dreaded items, where she found that her mother had closed the curtains.

“OK,” Mary said ominously, “You undressed for him, so now undress for me.” Lane had always been spanked on the bare. Always before, simply baring her bottom had been sufficient, but today her mother demanded more. So Lane lifted her nightgown and then pulled it over her head. Nervously, she removed her panties. She hadn't bothered with a bra, so that left her naked.

With no males living in the house, Lane's temporary nudity wasn't a big deal. Lane and her mother often saw each other in various stages of undress. However, her coming punishment certainly was a big deal! Lane's stomach churned as her mother positioned a chair and then sat, ominously brandishing the hairbrush.

Automatically, Lane stood next to her mother's right thigh. Mary pointed to her lap, so Lane obediently positioned herself. What followed was among the worst spankings of Lane's young life. The girl squealed and bawled as that nasty hairbrush repeatedly visited every bit of her formerly white and flawless buttocks and thighs. When it was over, poor Lane was exhausted and breathless, yet inconsolably bawling. All she wanted to do was hug her mother and cry into her shoulder.

It was hard for Mary to remind her distraught daughter that her punishment wasn't yet over. Telling her that it's “best not to delay,” she led the naked, red-bottomed and sobbing girl to an easy chair, and then laid her over its wide padded arm, presenting Lane's bottom for its first taste of leather. Lane buried her face into the chair's cushion, muffling her sobs and absorbing her tears.

Mary wrapped the belt around her palm to adjust the length, and then essayed a few practice swings into empty air. She pushed firmly between Lane's shoulder blades to hold her down, raised her right arm high, and let fly with the belt. Mary was inexperienced with a belt, so that first swat didn't connect well. Lane jumped, but was apparently little hurt.

The ensuing whipping wasn't severe. It consisted of perhaps ten swats, of which only half connected well enough to make Lane jump and shriek. However, those few swats left welts that Lane would feel for several days, and were sufficient to convey Mary's message to her!

Mary held Lane, allowing her to “cry it out.” They sat together for a long time. Finally Mary led the still-nude girl to her bedroom, and tucked her in for the night.

As it turned out, it had been a lesson well-learned by Lane. From then on, she dated responsibly. Even though her mother insisted that she keep an “emergency” condom pack in her purse, she had no use for them thru her high school years. Lane didn't take her virginity to the marriage altar, but she did keep it long enough to give it to her future husband, George.

That incident had been the only time that Mary had ever had reason to use that belt on Lane.


So over desert, Mary related the entire story. Ignoring Lane's blushes, she left out no detail. As he absorbed the story, George looked at mother and daughter with new respect. Everyone fell silent for a few minutes.

Finally Lane asked, “OK Mom, now will you tell us what this is about?”

Ignoring the question, Mary poured coffee all around. She carefully ensured that nobody was drinking when she asked, “Lane, did I ever tell you that I spanked your father a few times? It saved our marriage.”

Both Lane and George looked at Mary incredulously!

Lane screeched, “Whaaaat?” But then she back-peddled, “Um mom, maybe I don't really want to know.”

Mary held up her hand, “But this is the whole point of the evening, to show you how useful spanking can be. You see, at first your father had trouble remembering that he was married. It was a classic problem. He would stop at a bar on the way home, get talking to his friends, and be gone for the evening! Well, he faithfully promised he would change, but then did it again. That time he was so contrite that he offered to submit to a bare-butt hairbrush spanking if he ever did it again. Well guess what? Within two weeks he was bare bottom across my lap! That wasn't the last time either, but it was the beginning of the end of our marriage troubles.”

“But mom,” Lane asked, “Why do we need to hear this?”

Mary looked pointedly at George as she answered the question, “Because someone in this house needs a spanking.”

Lane looked from her mother to her husband, and then back to her mother. She scooted closer to George before asking, “Um mom, what's going on here?”

Mary answered with a question to George, “George, as I understand it, your corporate role is as a 'project man'. You start new projects from the ground up, and then nourish and manage them, right?”

Feeling on safe ground, George replied confidently, “Yes, that's a good description. I'm very proud of my portfolio of projects. Each one has a positive cash flow and stands to make the corporation big money.”

“That's great George,” replied Mary, “And once you get a project going really well, do you ever just let it wilt and die?”

“That would be silly,” said George, “As long as I'm responsible for a project, I have to foster it constantly. That's why I'm so busy sometimes.”

Mary furrowed her eyebrows. Lane cringed, knowing that her mother was about to strike, but she didn't yet understand how or why.

“Well George,” Mary started, “You made quite a project out of wooing Lane. And at first you paid great attention to her. And then you made a project out of finding just the perfect home, and getting it perfect. I had great admiration for the way you did all that. What I can't understand now is, why are you allowing your marriage to die on the vine? You just said that as long as you are responsible for a project you foster it constantly. Aren't you responsible for your own marriage?”

George's initial answer was so defensive, that it seemed ridiculous even to himself, “I work hard to give Lane everything she needs. How can you ask for a better husband than that?” As he heard himself talk, his voice lost conviction.

Mary's answer was soft, “George, my husband wasn't around in those early months of our marriage because he liked to hang out in bars. Most folks call that a bad habit, not an addiction. But George, you are addicted to your job. You're different than he was. In a way, you are better than he was! But the situation is precisely the same because you aren't there for Lane. Increasingly she feels isolated. Yes, you give her many nice things, but you deny her the big prize. She needs a soul mate. She needs you! I really like you George, but if you want to stay married, you must change.”

Feeling trapped, George looked into Lane's shocked eyes, and saw immediately that the evening's events were as much a surprise to her as they were to himself. He asked Lane, “Is this true? Are you unhappy Lane?”

She started to deny it, to cover her emotions as she had been doing the last several months. But her mother knew her daughter! Mary warned her, “Lane, before you speak, think! Your entire future happiness depends on the truthfulness of your next words. Don't say what you think you're supposed to say, but speak from your heart!”

Lane took the last two sips of her cold coffee before speaking. She couldn't look him in the eye, so she stared into the empty cup, “Yes George, I'm unhappy. Increasingly, I'm desperate. I've never felt so alone. I want a husband who comes home at night and wants to be with me. Mom was right that I need a soul mate, but I want it to be you.”

But then unexpectedly, Lane started to round on her mother, “You know mom, you're way out of bounds here. This is private between George and I, and you certainly have no right to spank my husband!”

Surprisingly, George came to Mary's defense, “No Lane, Mary has made a point, and she has put it into language I understand. Further, she has a legitimate concern. After all, how can she be happy when her daughter is unhappy?”

He turned to Mary, “OK Mary, you have identified a problem that I obviously haven't paid sufficient attention to. Also, you seem to have a solution in mind, perhaps a rather drastic one. But let's give it a fair hearing.”

“You might call it drastic,” Mary replied, “But it's something that your own wife has faced several times growing up, and I think it did her a world of good. I like the way you are facing up to this problem, rather than denying it or trying to move the blame. Are you man enough to face the consequences of your actions?”

George tried to appear unmoved, but actually his heart was pumping so hard that he felt dizzy. “Okay Mary, I'm ready to hear your proposed action plan.”

“It's a plan that hasn't changed since I was a kid howling and kicking across my own mother's lap,” Mary explained, “You atone for your past neglect of your wife by dropping your pants and laying across my lap for a memorable dose of the family hairbrush. And then, after the smoke has cleared, we three will have a sober talk about the changes you need to make. We will set expectations and agree how to measure success. Does that sound fair enough?”

To Lane's everlasting surprise, her husband turned to her and said, “If I do this will you forgive me and then work with me to help fix things between us?”

“You don't have to do this,” Lane replied, “And we could still work things out.”

He planted a kiss on his wife's forehead, “You know I don't do things halfway Lane. I've screwed up, and Mary has suggested a way to make it right. I want to stay married to you, so it would be foolish to pass this up.”

He turned his attention to Mary. His voice cracked slightly, “OK ma-am, you're in charge. What do I do?”

Mary pointed to the middle of the living room, “Go fetch an armless chair from the dining room, put it right there for us”.

Feeling very alone, George obeyed. After placing the chair he stood, awaiting his next instruction.

In answer, she commanded, “Use the bathroom if you can. After that, go check the dresser in my bedroom. You'll know the hairbrush when you see it. Bring it to me.”

He simply replied, “Yes Ma-am,” and then departed. Shortly later, they heard a far-away flush.

Soon he returned, and respectfully handed the hairbrush to Mary.

“Before you undress,” Mary explained, “Remember that we're all adults, so we're familiar with male anatomy. We're here to spank you, not humiliate you. However, I need you bare at least from the waist down.”

A stew of emotions ran through George's head as he complied, methodically removing first his shoes, and then his pants and underpants. His tails of his expensive shirt hung low, so he doffed it. He was sweating, so he completed the job by removing his t-shirt. Naked, he stood expectantly before the ladies.

Mary looked at George with admiration, “You really don't do things halfway do you?”

He shrugged.

George's body looked like the disciplined young corporate warrior that he was. Thanks to careful eating and missed meals from working late, George was lean. However, with no time to spend in the gym, he lacked muscle definition. Even though he spent little time in the sun, his Mediterranean olive skin gave him an outdoor look. The overall effect was actually quite pleasing to the ladies.

It had taken effort for George to overcome the natural impulse to cover his rather impressive manhood, but he stood with his hands to his sides. A question occurred to him: “Ah Mary, you said we were going to have a talk later. After you use that hairbrush, I doubt that I will be thinking very clearly”

Mary snapped her fingers, “I should have thought of that! Let's touch on the high points right now, and then meet early next week.”

George agreed, “That sounds good.”

Mary paused to collect her thoughts, “George, somehow you must rearrange your life to include your wife. That means normally leaving your office at five like everybody else. I know that you must travel, but you could afford to bring Lane along most of the time. I suggest that she serve as your unofficial road manager.”

Forgetting the incongruity of his situation for a moment, George replied, “OK, the travel changes make sense. I could have done that all along. But how do I manage to leave my office so soon?”

“Do it the way everyone else does it George! You have the earmarks of a classic micro-manager. You need to either hire an assistant, or simply empower your people to make decisions, and then hold them responsible for results. If you improve your management to use the talents of your employees, you will have more time. You might even be able to manage more projects and make your corporation that much more money!”

“Okay,” George agreed, “You’re sounding like a management consultant, but that hairbrush doesn't fit the image. Also, consultants usually don't give me butterflies here.” (He pointed to his flat stomach.)

He straightened himself up, “I guess I'm ready when you are ma-am.”

In a slightly strained voice, Mary said, “Then apologize to your wife, and then join me at the chair. We'll get this over with.”

Lane stood to embrace her husband. He pushed her away slightly so he could look in her eyes, and then he apologized for neglecting her. Her response was to pull him back to her. They kissed for a long time.

Finally Mary cleared her throat meaningfully.

Clearly embarrassed, George turned. His attempt to cover his erection only made it more obvious. Seeing the cause of his discomfort, Mary spoke comfortingly, “Like I said we're all adults here. That's perfectly normal, so just forget it and come over here”. She patted her lap for emphasis.


Rather clumsily, George put himself across Mary's lap, simultaneously presenting his bare bottom for correction, and relinquishing all control over the situation. His brain too clogged to notice details, he hadn't noticed that she had spread her thighs well apart to make room for his temporarily rigid manhood. However, his nose was close enough to the ground that he could smell the dust in Mary's living room carpet.

Mary tucked the hairbrush behind her. “George,” she said, “The next few minutes may not feel like a kindness, but they are intended to be. You won't believe how much a hairbrush hurts on an unprepared bottom. So I'll warm you up with my hand.”

“Remember,” she said, “This is to atone for your past neglect of Lane, and to impress on you the necessity for change. If one spanking isn't enough to make you change your ways, I'll supervise Lane as she applies your next spanking. Are we clear?”

George's answer came from down near the floor, “Yes ma-am”.

“Okay”, she warned, “Grab those chair legs and try to not reach back.”

George's eyes jerked wide open as his bottom felt its first spanks ever.

At first, George absorbed the punishment quietly. His mind was virtually swamped by a potent mix of emotions and new (unpleasant) sensations.

Lane watched her husband anxiously as his bottom showed its first touch of color. She knew what a spanking felt like, but George didn't. She had no idea what to expect from him. Many possibilities occurred to her: Would he chicken out? Get angry? Take it stoically? Beg for respite? Get emotional?

Naturally, Mary also observed George's reactions as she spanked his tight bottom. She wasn't surprised to see him try to hold out, to ignore the sting, and to pretend that his emotions weren't bubbling to the surface.

Her palm was starting to sting when she felt him squirm for the first time. Shortly later, he made his first involuntary sounds, first groans disguised as grunts, but later sobs disguised as gasps.

Knowing that she was finally making headway, Mary upped the ante. Ignoring her stinging palm, she spanked harder and faster, raining spanks indiscriminately over his buttocks. That breached his defenses! He shouted “Oh no!” and then his feet lifted and started a swimmer's kick in response to the burgeoning sting in his reddening bottom. Mary watched his right hand closely as it released the chair leg to started drifting up towards forbidden territory.

“Okay,” Mary gasped, “Just this last bit and then we'll let the hairbrush do the work.”

Mary had previously confined her attentions to George's buttocks, but now she attacked his sit-spots. Not expecting this new assault, George bucked and responded with a sobbing wail. After only about two minutes of diligent work, the hue of that area matched that of his buttocks. And then she stopped. Now it was “hairbrush time”.

Lane watched with interest, and with a bit of discreet arousal. She had been spanked many times, but had never watched a spanking. Naturally, she had intimate knowledge of her mother's spanking routines. She noted that Mary was about to switch to her hairbrush, but that she hadn't yet touched George's thighs, implying that area would be spared the kiss of the hairbrush. She guessed correctly, Mary was granting that not-so-small mercy because George was a first-timer.

George was seriously concerned as he felt Mary moving her legs underneath him. Soon his weight was only on her left thigh. He felt something restraining his legs, which he only later guessed was her freed-up right leg. He heard her speak, “George, you're having trouble with that right hand. So just put it in the small of your back.”

His brain was so addled that he didn't know which arm was his right. It turned out that he could reach back with only one arm though, because the other was blocked by Mary's torso. So he obeyed. He heard her actually thank him, and then she gripped his wrist to immobilize it.

Mary retrieved her hairbrush. Wasting no time, she raised it high and let fly with a flurry of spanks to the meatiest part of his bottom. Shocked at the sudden pain, George bucked and shrieked. It wasn't easy for Mary to restrain him, but she managed.

Almost instantly, George lost whatever restraint he had left. He bawled loudly and unashamedly. Indiscriminately targeting his buttocks and sit spots, Mary took only moments to finish the job, leaving his bottom spanked just short of bruising.

Mary held George in place until his cries decayed to mere sobs, and then motioned Lane over. Taking the hint, Lane went to George and gently helped him up. She steadied him as he bounced and rubbed, and then sat him down for a long cuddle.

Mary tenderly wrapped her arms around the two of them. Once again, George apologized to both ladies, and all was well.

Finally Mary wrapped up the evening: “Lane, George wouldn't enjoy the trip home, so you two use the spare bedroom. I'll have breakfast ready in the morning. He took his punishment like a man, so be good to him. Doctor his bottom, and then make love to my favorite sun-in-law until his eyes cross!”

Lane giggled at that last suggestion, but it described her intentions precisely. But there was another reason for Lane's mirth, a secret that she hadn't yet shared with her mother. She hadn't told her mother because it was news that George had a right to hear first.

George and Lane felt like honeymooners as they took the short walk to the guest bedroom and towards their new relationship.

As they walked, Lane wondered: Should she tell him about the pregnancy test? Or did George already have enough on his plate for one day?

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