Stories: Lee Academy by Gary [ 21 - 40 ]

Lee Academy

by Gary

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Part 21 - Toggle Original/Alternative

Note: When I wrote this originally,I thought about making it more embarrassing and humiliating but decided against it. I have thought about recently, and decided to write an alternate version. This is the original version.
—Gary

It was the Friday before Thanksgiving, and the school's students had all left for home. Beth was not going home until Wednesday afternoon, so she was still at school. In fact, she had agreed to stay over Mrs. Donovan's starting the next day, as the headmaster had to go out of town for a few days and didn't want to leave her boys or Colleen on their own.

Beth had left the school building and went to do some clothes shopping. She was glad for the break and decided to enjoy the afternoon. She started by strolling down one street, doing some window-shopping. She came to a pharmacy and went inside. Needing some greeting cards, she picked out a couple and went to counter to purchase them. As she put down the items on the counter, she had a “spur of the moment” impulse and picked up a pack of cigarettes and added that to the items she was purchasing. She left the store and took out a cigarette and lighted it immediately and continued on her way.

As Beth walked, and puffed, she stopped short in her tracks. For, standing in front of her was Mrs. Donovan, who had a shocked look on her face.

“ELIZABETH ASHLEY!!!! What is the meaning of this?”

There was another rule on smoking, however, that had nothing to do with the students. Each employee, as part of her employment contract, had specifically agreed to not smoke at any time, whether on school grounds or not, or even at home, if school was on hiatus. Beth turned pale. Without thinking, her hand reached back as if protecting her bottom and then, suddenly realizing she had done that, she quickly removed her hand. Despite that, Mrs. Donovan noticed and walked up to Beth.

“Hand me your cigarettes, Beth, and put out that one. I can't believe you would break this particular rule, young lady. I think we need to talk about this, so I think you better go back and wait for me in my office, or outside of it, to be exact.”

Beth blushed at being treated as a schoolgirl and complained. “You don't have to treat me like a little child. I apologize for smoking and won't do it again, but I need to do some shopping.”

Mrs. Donovan was astounded by Beth's attitude. But not for long.

“Young lady, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I won't put up with this kind of attitude, whether from a student, one of my kids or even a housemother, especially a housemother that should know better than to talk back to me.”

“What are you going to do, spank me?”

Mrs. Donovan smiled. The kind of smile that one should be afraid of.

“That is exactly what you deserve, missy. Maybe you have forgotten that lesson I gave you last year. And maybe you think you are too old to go back over my knees or that I won't do it right here and now. But, I don't think so.”

Mrs. Donovan walked up to Beth, grabbed her arm and pulled her over to her and bent her under her left arm. Then, flipping Beth's short skirt up, she smacked the seat of Beth's panties.

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

“STOP!! STOP IT!!”

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

“Now, will you do what you are told, or do I need to take you over to the bench over there and put you over my knees and give you a proper spanking with your panties down?”

“I'll go, I'll go!! Don't spank me any more!!” the tearful and red-faced housemother replied, wishing she could dig a hole for herself right then.

“Good, I'll expect you there while I return. And when you get there, I expect you to do what my assistant tells you to do as well. Now scoot!”

WHACK!

Sent on her way with one more smack, Beth turned around and headed back to the school, feeling more like a naughty schoolgirl than a grownup.

This is the alternate version.
—Gary

As Beth walked, and puffed, she stopped short in her tracks. For, standing in front of her was Mrs. Donovan, who had a shocked look on her face.

“ELIZABETH ASHLEY!!!! What is the meaning of this?”

One of the strictest rules at Lee Academy concerned smoking. As might be expected, smoking by any of the students at Lee Academy was rare, but the few times that a student got caught smoking, it merited a severe punishment. There was another rule on smoking, however, that had nothing to do with the students. Each employee, as part of her employment contract, had specifically agreed to not smoke at any time, whether on school grounds or not, or even at home, if school was on hiatus.

Beth turned pale. Without thinking, her hand reached back as if protecting her bottom and then, suddenly realizing she had done that, she quickly removed her hand. Despite that, Mrs. Donovan noticed and walked up to Beth.

Beth blushed at being treated as a schoolgirl and complained. “You don't have to treat me like a little child. I apologize for smoking and won't do it again, but I need to do some shopping.”

Mrs. Donovan was astounded by Beth's attitude. But not for long.

“What are you going to do, spank me?”

Mrs. Donovan smiled. The kind of smile that one should be afraid of.

“That is exactly what you deserve, missy. Maybe you have forgotten that lesson I gave you last year. And maybe you think you are too old to go back over my knees. But, I don't think so.”

Mrs. Donovan walked up to Beth, grabbed her arm and pulled her over to her and started to bend her under her arm. Beth, however, had other ideas and pulled away, or, rather, tried to pull away.

“Don't resist and make it harder for yourself, Missy.”

“Stop it, don't you dare spank me in front of everybody!!”

Beth continued to try and pull away from Mrs. Donovan, but the headmaster held on to her wrist and Beth found herself being propelled over to a nearby bench. As Mrs. Donovan sat down, Beth protested even more as she was pulled face down across the knees of Mrs. Donovan. Beth's face turned red, as she realized that she was about to be spanked in public for the first time in a number of years. She felt the back of her skirt being raised and in last ditch effort to preserve a semblence of dignity, reached back to try and prevent her panties from being exposed to the view of the growing crowd of observers.

“Stop that at one, young lady, or you will be really sorry!! Obey me or you will really be sorry!!”

That threat didn't deter Beth from trying to keep her skirt from being raised, but it didn't stop Mrs. Donovan from finally flipping up Beth's skirt.

“I warned you about resisting me, more than once and you failed to listen. Now you will find out the consequences that your stubbornmess earned you,” the exasperated headmaster declared.

Grabbing Beth's right arm, she pulled it away from Beth's seat and against her back, holding it firmly. Then with her right hand, she grabbed the waistband of Beth's panties and began tugging them down.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...please, noooooooooooo.” Beth pleaded, while at the same time, twisted to try and escape Mrs.Donovan' clutches. This was a final mistake on Beth's part, as Mrs. Donovan had enough of Beth's resistance and pushed her further over her left knee and put her right knee over Beth's legs, pinning Beth in place. Her behind now bare and sticking up in the air, Beth started crying at the humiliation she was feeling, even before she received any spanks. And then the spanking began.

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

“STOP!! STOP IT!!”

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

Mrs. Donovan ignored Beth's pleas and continued to smack Beth's upturned behind, as murmers, a few giggles and some whistles were heard from those observing the unusual scene being presented them.Beth was steadily crying when the spanks ended. Beth thought the embarrassing spanking was over, but was disabused of that notion when her arm was continued to be held and, at the same time, from her upsidedown view, saw Mrs. Donovan reach into her pocketbook.

She knew too well what that meant and shivered when a hairbrush was pulled out. Without further delay, Beth's spanking resumed, this time with the back end of the hairbrush. Each smack of the brush on Beth's reddened behind caused Beth to cry out and sob louder. After 25 hard spanks, the spanking ended. Still, Mrs. Donovan continued to press her arm against her back as well as continuing to keep her legs pinned.

“Now, will you do what you are told, or do I need to contine?”

“I'll go, I'll go!! Don't spank me any more!!” the tearful and red-faced housemother replied, wishing she could dig a hole for herself right then as well as hoping that she could finally get up and not be in such a childish position in front of complete strangers.

“Good, I'll expect you there while I return. When you get there, I expect you to do what my assistant tells you to do as well. Now scoot!”

WHACK!

With a smack, Mrs. Donovan released her hold on Beth's right wrist and then reached down to raise Beth's panties. Then relaxing her legs, she helped Beth up, which allowed Beth's skirt to fall down. Sent on her way with one more smack, Beth turned around and headed back to the school, feeling more like a naughty schoolgirl than a grownup, as she heard scattered applause from the crowd watching.

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Part 22

It wasn't a very pleasant walk back to the school for Beth. Her bottom stung from the smacking given her by Mrs. Donovan and she was embarrassed to be smacked in public like she was. And then directed to go to the office as if she was a naughty schoolgirl.

She got to the office and went inside. Sitting at the desk outside of Mrs. Donovan's office was Mrs. Marshall, the headmaster's Administrative Assistant.

“Hello, Miss Ashley, Mrs. Donovan will be here shortly. Don't bother sitting down, you are to stand in the corner until she gets here.”

Beth was about to sit down. Any question whether Mrs. Marshall knew why she was there was just answered.

“What? You got to be kidding! Jeez, I am not a little kid!!”

Before Beth knew it, Mrs. Marshall had gotten up and walked right over to Beth and grabbed her ear as if Beth was a little kid.

“You're going to find out, young lady, that it doesn't matter if you are a housemother or a student. Either way, I don't get talked back to. Every once in a while, a student that gets sent to the office to be disciplined thinks they can mouth off to me. This is what happens to them.”

Mrs. Marshall pulled Beth over to her desk and easily bent Beth over the side of it.

“No, No, please!! I'm sorry!!!” Beth pleaded, realizing what Mrs. Marshall had intended to do.

“It's a little late to be sorry, Miss Ashley. Smoking, indeed. It will be your behind that will be smoking pretty soon.”

Beth felt her skirt being pulled up and then her panties lowered to her knees, leaving her bare behind up in the air. As she was put bottoms up over the desk, Beth saw the assistant reach on the desk and pick up a ruler and Beth cringed, knowing the sting that a ruler can inflict on a bare bottom.

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

“OWW! OUCH ! OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”

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

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Beth wailed out in pain as the ruler stung her seat over and over again.

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

“Do you think you can do what you are told without complaining, or do I need to continue this spanking?”

SMACK!
SMACK!

Two more times, Mrs. Marshall smacked Beth, as Beth wailed that she would do what she was told but, please, stop spanking!!!

“That's better. You should have done what you were told the first time, so you could have avoided this spanking. Now, get up.”

Sobbing, Beth got up and found herself being taken over to the corner until she had her nose stuck in the corner. She felt the aide's hands working with her skirt behind her and soon realized that her skirt had been pinned up.

“You just stay like that until Mrs. Donovan gets here. She will not be happy to see you needed to be spanked before she 'talked' to you. And make sure you keep your hands away from your behind, unless you want to go back over my desk.”

With her behind stinging once more, Beth did as she was told, dreading the arrival of Mrs. Donovan It was the same feeling of dread that she felt when younger, standing in the corner waiting for her mom to punish her.

<CREAK>

She held her breath as she heard the office door open.

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Part 23

<CREAK>

Beth held her breath as she heard the office door open. As nervous and fearful as she was of Mrs. Donovan arriving, Beth was more fearful of somebody else walking through the door and seeing her in her present shameful position in the corner.

“Well, what do we have here?”

It was Mrs. Donovan, and Beth surmised that her red behind caught the attention of the housemaster. She heard Mrs. Donovan walk toward her and also heard Mrs. Donovan's scolding words.

“Didn't I tell you to do what Mrs. Marshall told you? I can see from your behind that you couldn't obey that request. It's like I am dealing with Colleen rather than someone who should know better.”

Beth felt Mrs. Donovan's presence right behind her. Then felt herself being pulled back a step and bent over.

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

“OOOWWW” “OOOOOOOOWWWWWWW”

Ten times Mrs. Donovan smacked Beth's bottom and then Beth found herself with her nose back in the corner.

“Mrs. Marshall, I'll buzz you when I want you to send Miss Ashley in. In the meantime, she is to remain in the corner.”

Mrs. Donovan went into her office, closing her door. Beth now had even more time to imagine someone coming into the office. It was about 20 minutes later that she heard Mrs. Marshall's intercom buzz and heard Mrs. Donovan ask for Beth to be taken inside Mrs. Donovan's office. And taken she was, as she heard Mrs. Marshall get up and walk over to her. Grabbing Beth's ear, eliciting a few 'ouches' from Beth, she took Beth out of the corner and brought her, hobbling, inside Mrs. Donovan's office.

“Thanks Brenda, for staying the extra time. Have a great Thanksgiving and I'll see you after the holiday.”

Mrs. Marshall reciprocated the well wishes of her boss and left, leaving Mrs. Donovan and Beth alone in the office.

“I feel bad, Beth, that I have to treat you like a naughty girl. You know the rules about smoking, yet since you obviously felt you wouldn't get caught, you just ignored them. Then, when I sent you here, you disobeyed me by not doing what Mrs. Marshall asked. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

“It's not fair!! To spank me in public like that!! And Mr. Marshall is a bitch!!”

“MISS ASHLEY!!! That is uncalled for!!! For that remark, you will be punished. As for being spanked in public, you are fortunate I didn't just put you over my knees and give you a bare bottom spanking right then and there. If you were Colleen, that is exactly what you would have received. Now, come over here!!”

Beth walked slowly over to Mrs. Donovan, not having any choice, with her panties at her ankles.

“You might as well step out of your panties, Beth,.”

Beth did as she was told. Then she found herself being taken over Mrs. Donovan's knees as her headmaster sat on a stool, not unlike the one in Beth's room.

“I like you Beth, but I am not going to allow you to do such an unhealthful thing, never mind it being one of the school's strictest rules. Maybe right now you won't want to hear this, but I like to think of you as my niece. Obviously, one older than Colleen, though your behavior today hasn't shown it.”

Then Beth felt something she was very familiar with. A hairbrush, now resting on her bare, upturned bare behind. She squirmed, causing Mrs. Donovan to further rebuke her.

“Stay still, Beth, I haven't even begun to spank you. I am afraid that this spanking will be a hard one, Beth. I need to teach you a good lesson. I would suggest you hold on to the chair rung, and not fight this too much, or I will have to pin you and it will be worse for you.”

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

Beth felt the hairbrush being lifted from her behind and then followed immediately by the first smacks of the brush. Mrs. Donovan was correct. The spanks starting out were hard. Remembering Mrs. Donovan's warning, she reached down and grabbed the chair rung as the hairbrush peppered her behind fast and hard.

The hard hairbrush spanks caused Beth to cry out in pain and her cries got louder and louder with each smack of the hairbrush on her bottom. She especially howled when the hairbrush smacked her bottom on her sit spot, which was really painful. Not a square inch of her behind was spared from the hairbrush. Beth's behind was now scarlet and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked anything but a grownup. She held on for dear life as the spanking went on seemingly forever until Beth just wailed and sobbed out of control.

Then it stopped. Beth continued to sob from the painful residue of the spanking, as Mrs. Donovan waited for Beth to calm down. It took a few minutes, but eventually, Beth's sobbing and choking ended, with Beth just sniffling.

“There, there,” Mrs. Donovan comforted, “I know it's painful, but you need to learn to obey the rules and not indulge in such a nasty habit. You may not realize it now, but it's for your own good.”

Right then, Beth didn't appreciate that the painful spanking she just received was for her own good, but thought it was the better part of valor not to say that to Mrs. Donovan right then. She knew that the hairbrush was still in Mrs. Donovan's hand and Beth still in position across Mrs. Donovan's lap.

“Now, I have a question for you and I expect the truth. Have you ever been punished for smoking before?”

Beth hesitated and then replied. “No, this is the first time.”

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

The hard spanks of the hairbrush again brought Beth to sobs.

“I don't appreciate lying, young lady. Now, get up.”

Beth, with help from Mrs. Donovan, got to her feet, shakily, and then found her ear grabbed and pulled to Mrs. Donovan's bathroom. She was stood in front of the sink as Mrs. Donovan turned the warm water on and grabbed a bar of Ivory soap. When the water was warm enough, she rinsed the bar. Bending Beth over the sink, she instructed Beth to open her mouth. At first Beth refused, but ten smacks of the hairbrush convinced Beth that she better do what she was told. Opening her mouth, Beth had to endure the awful taste of soap as the bar was inserted in her mouth.

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

Still bent over, the brush once again smacked her inflamed behind. Her sobs were intermixed with the choking and gagging from the awful taste of the soap. She was then allowed to spit out the bar and then allowed to rinse. Once again, he ear was grabbed and she was taken back to the office and the stool, where Mrs. Donovan sat down and Beth had to go back over Mrs. Donovan's knees.

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

“Are you ready to tell me the truth now, young lady? Or do I need to continue doing this?”

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

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!! STOP!!!!

“I'll....SOB...tell....sob.....the truth!!”

“Ok, Beth, I'll repeat the question. Have you ever been punished for smoking before?”

To emphasize the consequences of not being truthful, Mrs. Donovan rested the hairbrush on summit of Beth's bottom cheeks.

“Yes, yes, I have,” sobbed the poor housemother.

“You should have said that the first time, young lady, instead of lying. How many times were you punished for smoking?”

“Three times, ma'am.”

“Three times!!! So this makes four, then. Seems to me that you have trouble learning. Well, I haven't taught any classes lately, but I still know how to give out a homework assignment. What you are to do is, to go back to your room, and write out the details, in story form, of the three times you got caught. Now, I do not want just a few sentences, but a fleshed out narrative. As you sit on your chair, squirming, and writing the story, I hope it will remind you to straighten out your behavior. This assignment is due tomorrow so you will bring it with you to my house and I will read it there. I also expect you to be wearing a skirt tomorrow when you come over. Now, off you go.”

Once again, Mrs. Donovan helped Beth off her lap and stood her up. Reaching behind her, she unpinned the back of Beth's skirt and let it fall.

“You'll get your panties after school vacation is over. Now, scoot!!”

SMACK!

Sent on her way with one, final resounding spank, Beth hurried to the door and left Mrs. Donovan's office, glad that Mrs. Marshall had left. She headed for her room, thinking about the assignment she had just been given.

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Part 24

Beth hurried out of the office and walked briskly to the boys' wing. Mrs. Donovan's office was located in the center of the middle building, so Beth had to pass by classrooms and offices on her way back to her room. With students away, the school seemed pretty empty as Beth rushed around the corner and almost collided with Barbara Connolly and Mrs. Donovan (the teacher, not the headmaster).

“Hey, watch it......Beth! Why are you crying?”

“Mrs. Donovan spanked me!!!”

Barbara Connolly was stunned. “She spanked you? Why?”

Beth looked at the floor. “She caught me smoking while I was out shopping.”

“Smoking?! Beth, how could you? You know the rules!!!”

To Beth's shock, she felt Barbara grab her and pull her toward her. Then, putting her left knee on the low bench, she bent Beth over her left knee.

“Please!!! Don't spank me!!!” Beth pleaded.

“Don't spank you? You're lucky Mrs. Donovan didn't fire you.”

Beth felt her skirt being pulled up.

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

Beth howled as Barbara Connolly smacked her inflamed behind.

“I see that Mrs. Donovan really tanned your behind, Beth. Justifiably so.”

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

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”

“I see that I can't give you the proper spanking that you deserve, Beth. I think I ought to pay you a visit when Thanksgiving recess is over.”

“Please, Barbara, don't.”

Barbara ignored Beth's plea. “Yeah, I really think I ought to do that.”

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

While Beth was bent over and smacked by Miss Connolly's hard hand, she couldn't see Mrs. Donovan pull her hairbrush out of her pocketbook. Miss Connolly, however, did notice that, and kept Barbara bent over. Beth noticed, or rather, felt it, when she felt the first spanks of the hairbrush.

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

With the sounds of Beth's loud wailing, it was fortunate for Beth that there wasn't anyone else around. She sobbed loudly as the hairbrush smacked her red behind as she was bent over.

“Let that be a reminder to you, Miss Ashley. I think Miss Connolly has a good idea, to pay you a visit after you return. Maybe I ought to do the same.”

“Please, Mrs. Donovan, I've been spanked enough!!!” Beth pleaded through her sobbing, not believing how much she had been spanked already.

“I'll see, young lady, I'll see.” It was hardly a promise by Mrs. Donovan, but Beth had to be satisfied with that response as she was finally let up and the back of her skirt fell down covering her scarlet bottom.

She was sent on her way with an admonition to be careful whom she runs into on her way back to her room. As Beth walked briskly away from the two teachers, she kept an eye out on anybody coming out of an office, while at the same time, rubbing the seat of her skirt, trying futilely to ease the pain.

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Part 25

Beth finally made it to her room without running into anyone else, figuratively or literally. She couldn't believe she got spanked again, with the promise of at least one more spanking when she returned from Thanksgiving recess. Talk about paying a high price. She went inside and headed directly to her bathroom, where she ran bath water, and after removing her skirt, sat in the water to cool off her behind. Then drying off, she headed for her computer.

After putting her robe on, she sat down on her chair and almost jumped up as her sore behind made contact with the hard wooden surface of the chair's seat. As she winced, she silently berated herself and got up and grabbed one of her pillows and placed on the chair and sat down again. Her behind was still sore, but it was easier for Beth to sit down.

Sighing, she opened up Microsoft Word and thought for a few minutes, and mentally shrugged her shoulders and began to write...............

The first time that I got punished, or spanked for smoking was when I was 13. I was at my friend's Judy's house with seven other girls for a slumber party. Myself, I was dressed in a pair of boy type pajamas. We were downstairs in their finished basement, and, after watching a movie, and chatting and gossiping as girls will do, a pack of cigarettes was produced. Well, I had never smoked before, but thought, why not, and all of us decided to give it a try. The pack was passed around and we all took one and then we all lit them up.

Well, at that age, we weren't very smart. For one thing, we weren't on the alert for anyone coming downstairs. Secondly, we didn't give a thought to the smell that we were producing. I don't know whether the smoke of the cigarettes gave us away or not, but Judy's mother walked in, catching us all red-handed. To say she was surprised was an understatement. As for myself, I was in shock. My parents had warned me more than a few times that if I got caught smoking, my behind would end up the same way. I could picture myself over my mom's knees.

Judy's mom called her husband in and told him what happened. They told us to stay put and they both left. You can imagine how quiet we were, wondering what was going to happen. Judy was really nervous. I am sure she knew she had a spanking coming to her. What I thought would happen is that our parents would be called and we would be sent home. What I especially feared was my being picked up by my mom, since it was most likely that my mom wouldn't wait to take me home before putting me over her knees and spanking me. As time went by, I was getting more and more nervous. I could see my mom storming in, taking my pajama bottoms down and walloping me with her hairbrush in front of my friends.

Then we heard footsteps and I held my breath. Maybe everyone else did as well. It was Judy's mom and dad. Her mother spoke. She said that she had called our parents and it was decided that we weren't going to be sent home since it was so late. Then the other shoe dropped. She said that all our parents had agreed, since it happened at their house, that they were given permission to spank us. There were more than a few gasps heard as we took in that information. There was a few protests as well, including from Judy, whose face was turning red, but they were ignored. Then her mother said that either we co-operated or our parents would be called over to help. As you can imagine, I felt very helpless then.

Judy's dad left but returned shortly, holding a hairbrush. I got the chills, thinking about going over his knees and having him see my bare bottom, never mind anything else. Even the thought of him just witnessing me being spanked gave me the shivers. To our relief, however, he handed the brush over to Judy's mom but warned us that he would be upstairs if he was needed to help out. He then left and closed the door behind him.

That was a relief, but the reality of our situation became clearer when Judy's mom grabbed a chair and sat down. It was not a pleasant sight, with the hairbrush in her hand. She called Judy over to her, who hesitated, but when warned, slowly walked over to her mom. She stood in front of her mom as her mom lowered her babydoll's panties and put Judy over her knees. Her mom quickly began spanking and the sound of the hairbrush smacking Judy's naked behind seemed even louder in the room we were in.

It was hard watching her getting spanked. She was getting a hard spanking and knowing I was going to be spanked made it harder to watch. I could see exactly what I would look like over Judy's mom's knees as Judy kicked and sobbed from the painful hairbrush spanks. Judy's spanking seemed to go on for a long time, before Judy's mom finally stopped. She stood Judy up and pulled up her panties and told Judy to not to rub.

She then called the next girl over, Lisa, who pleaded to not be spanked. She was told twice to get her punishment, but only the threat of calling for Judy's dad made Lisa finally walk over to Judy's mom. Lisa was wearing a nightshirt and it was pulled up before Lisa was upended. Any doubt concerning whether I would be spanked on my bare bottom was erased. Then her spanking started and soon Lisa was wailing from the painful spanks from the hairbrush. Her spanking was just as sound as Judy got, and her behind got just as red.

As each of my friends got called over, put over Judy's mom's knees and spanked, I got more and more nervous waiting for my turn. In fact, I even had some tears, and I was not alone in that for those of us still waiting for our spankings. I was the sixth girl to be called over to be spanked. I wasn't a stranger to being spanked by someone other than my mom or dad, but not exactly in the circumstance I found myself in now. I was crying more and my stomach was doing flips as I walked slowly to my doom, or, rather, my spanking. I walked up to Judy's mom and stood in front of her as she reached over and tugged my pajama bottoms down. I felt so ashamed standing there, with my pj bottoms at half mast and my behind bare. I didn't have to stand there long, though, as I was guided to Judy's mom's right side and turned over her knees. I had a good look at the pattern of the rug as I felt myself being adjusted over her lap. I was both glad to have my turn and full of dread of it happening.

Then it started and she sure didn't spare me. She really walloped me with that hairbrush and spanked fast and hard. I was wailing, carrying on, kicking my legs and losing control as that hairbrush repeatedly smacked my burning behind. I am sure I didn't get spanked any longer than any of my friends that were spanked before me or those that would follow me, but while being spanked, it sure felt that way. Finally the spanking stopped, but I continued to bawl my eyes out, as I was helped up. Judy's mom pulled up pajama bottoms and warned me not to rub and called the next girl over.

As I stood there, it was very difficult to not reach back and rub, but I dared not to. I knew that at home being caught rubbing would mean another trip over my parent's knees and didn't doubt that it would be the same at Judy's and I sure didn't want to endure another spanking like I just got.

The final two spankings were given and us girls just stood there crying or sobbing, depending on how much time had passed since being spanked. Judy's mom got up and went to a closet and pulled out something. To our shock, she had a sorority paddle in her hand! She came over to us and told us to stand behind one of the sofas (there were two in the room). She had us stand in the order we had been spanked in, so I was the second one from the right on the couch I was in back of. She went over to the other couch, behind the girls there, and had them bend over, their bare behinds still bare. I could see that bent over the couch, their behinds were really sticking up and knew mine soon would be as well.

After baring the behinds and bending the girls at the other couch, she came over to our couch and went behind us. She bent over the girl to my right and I tensed waiting for my turn. I felt her push me over the back of the couch. It felt like my bottom was sticking up in the air. After following suit with the last two girls, Judy's mom picked up the paddle that she had placed on the chair. She walked over behind the other couch. Those of us bent over with me could see her and could see when she raised the paddle and smacked Judy's behind. Judy yelled out loudly in pain, her sobbing resuming once again. Four more times, her mom paddled her and she was really bawling. Then Judy moved over behind Lisa and paddled her five times, resulting in Lisa bawling.

Judy went down the line, each girl getting five spanks with the paddle and each girl bawling from the pain. I was no exception. She came behind me; I held my breath and SMACK! that paddle smacked my poor behind and I wailed. Like the others, I was bawling my eyes out by the fifth spank. Once all of us got paddled, Judy's mom walked around and stood in front of us, as we remained bent over.

She really lectured and scolded us, as if we were little kids. I am sure it was quite a sight, eight teenaged girls bent over couches, our behinds bare and red and all of us crying. Then Judy's mom told us we could get up and cover up our behinds and eight girls stood up and quickly covered up. Judy's mom left us there, and once she left, all eight of us rushed our hands to our behinds to try and ease the pain. We were ready to call it an evening, so we all got our blankets and pillows and went to sleep, or tried to. Myself, I thought about what was facing me at home the next day and it was hard to sleep, so I spent a restless evening, wincing whenever I rolled over onto my back.

Nothing more happened at Judy's house, and the next morning we all left for home. We were all a subdued bunch, none more so than myself. The walk home took longer than usual as I wasn't exactly in a rush to face my parents. I got to my house, and just before entering, I took a deep breath and went inside. My mom greeted me and she had angry look about her. I didn't have to go over her knees right away. Instead, she told me to go to my room and stay there. As I passed by her, she smacked the seat of my skirt and I hurried to my room to avoid another smack.

I was surprised to not be spanked right away. It was my mom's usual practice to not wait to spank us when we misbehaved, even if it meant additional embarrassment. I could only guess that she was so angry, she didn't want to spank me while she was in that mood. For that, I was grateful. I was in my room all day, with my meals brought in to me. But after supper, I was called out to the living room.

With my younger brothers there, I got the lecture of lectures about smoking from both mom and dad. Then dad came over to me and bent me under his arm. I felt my skirt raised and my panties lowered. The he started spanking, with his hand. No matter, his hand spankings still hurt plenty and soon enough I was crying hard. After giving me a good spanking, he stood me up and my skirt fell down. He went and sat down on the couch next to one of my brothers as my mom got up. She took me over to the chair and had me step out of my panties. Then she removed my skirt, leaving me naked from the waist down. Grabbing my arm, she sat down, pulling me over her knees. She told my brothers to pay close attention to see what the consequences of smoking would be.

She then began, fast and hard, and I was sobbing quickly. She really tanned my behind and I was so sorry that I even thought about smoking. Unfortunately, while my mom slowed her pace, she continued to spank hard and soon I couldn't think of anything but the pain I was feeling. I am sure I was quite the sight for my brothers, but it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before, and, sad to say, would see in the future. Mom continued to spank until I was one very sorry 13 year old. She then stood me up and to my shame, she grabbed my ear and pulled me to the corner where she put me, warning me to keep my hands away from my behind.

After having to stand in the corner for 20 minutes (it seemed even longer, as usual), I was sent to my room and to bed, as if I was a little girl.

Beth sighed and saved the file. She was getting hungry, so she got up, gingerly, and walked over to her kitchenette, another feature of her room, and took out some cereal and milk. Her mind began to think about what she would write about next.

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Part 26

Not very hungry, she finished eating. Then, after cleaning up, she sighed once again and returned to her computer. Back sitting on her pillow, she thought about the second experience she had getting caught smoking...............

I was now 16, and a sophomore in high school. It was after school and I was with a friend and we were walking home, near the center of town. As was our custom at times, my friend took out a couple of cigarettes and handed me one. This wasn't the first time and we hadn't gotten caught. Or, really, I hadn't gotten caught, since while his parents disapproved of his smoking, they never punished him for it. After getting away with it for some time, I thought I never would be found out. Not very smart, I guess.

Well, one day while we were walking home, and having a smoke, my neighbor, Mrs. Robertson, happened to drive by and saw me smoking. She knew I wasn't supposed to smoke and how strong my parents felt about it. It wasn't unusual for her to visit my mom in the afternoon, and many times she had been over my house when I got home. Other times, my mom would be next door. This particular afternoon, as I found out later, she had gone next door to see my mom and then returned to her house.

I walked into the house, thru our back door, as I usually did when coming home from school, and walked into the kitchen. Mom was there, and as usual, didn't beat around the bush. She asked me point blank, have I been smoking?

Well, I guess, not thinking that I had really been found out, I denied smoking. That was not a good thing to do. Mom said that Mrs. Robertson had seen me smoking. I again denied it and said that Mrs. Robertson must have seen someone who looked like me. Little did I know how deep a hole I was making for myself.

Mom said, “Oh, I guess our neighbor, who has known you for all your life, even to the point of having you across her knees, even as a teenager, wouldn't be able to recognize you. Let me call her and ask her to come over.”

I just stood there transfixed as mom went to the phone and called Mrs. Robertson and asked her to come over. Mom didn't say another word as we awaited my neighbor's arrival. I started to say something, but mom interrupted and said I had my chance to talk, so be quiet now. It didn't take long for our neighbor to arrive and come into our kitchen. Mom told her that I had said that she was wrong. She said “Oh really? Are you calling me a liar, young lady? I know very well it was you that was walking next to Neale Cooper, puffing on a cigarette. I think you are the one lying, Elizabeth Ashley.”

I knew there wasn't any way to talk myself out of this trouble, but just told them I was sorry, that I was just afraid of being caught. Mom said I was correct to be scared and that I would be VERY SORRY. Mom said that no only had I broken a very serious rule, but had lied and called Mrs. Robertson a liar as well. I tried to deny the last part, but, again, I was told to be quiet. Mom came over to me, grabbed my wrist, pulled me over to the sink and bent me over. I knew what was to come. She stood me in front of the sink as she took a bar of soap, rinsed it and inserted it in my mouth. It tasted awful and I was just about gagging. As I was bent over the sink, I felt my skirt being unfastened and then it dropped to my ankles. Then I felt my panties being tugged down, and they joined my skirt at my ankles.

SMACK! SMACK!

I got smacked hard twice. Then I was allowed to rinse. Then mom turned to Mrs. Robertson, “Janice, you should punish Beth for her calling you a liar. Please give her a good spanking while I get my hairbrush.”

Mrs. Robertson was very willing to do so. This wouldn't be the first time, either. She pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and turned it around. She then had me step out of my skirt and panties and grabbed my arm. She took me over to the chair, sat down and pulled me face down across her lap. As I looked at the design of the floor, I felt myself being adjusted to how Mrs. Robertson wanted me.

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

She started spanking, using the palm of her hand. But even that stung my 16-year-old bottom as she repeatedly applied that hand to my behind. She spanked rapid-fire, and soon I was crying and them sobbing from the hard spanks. Then the spanking slowed but not stopped, as Mrs. Robertson scolded me as she spanked. She didn't spare any part of my behind. As she spanked, I heard my mom's footsteps as she returned to the kitchen, holding, I knew, the dreaded hairbrush. Whether it was my mom's arrival or not that precipitated it, I don't know, but suddenly, Mrs. Robertson resumed spanking me rapid-fire as before. The result was renewed bawling. This part didn't last long, fortunately and Mrs. Robertson ended the spanking. It took me a few minutes to calm down some. Then Mrs. Robertson helped me up. I wasn't feeling any relief, however, as I knew my mom was holding the hairbrush, which I noticed when I was back on my feet.

I thought mom would put me over her knees right away and spank me, but, instead, she took my ear and marched me to an empty corner in the kitchen, warning me not to rub. As I stood facing the corner, Mrs. Robertson and mom talked about me, mostly about my penchant for getting into trouble. Needless to say, that also included talking about my penchant, for ending up over someone's knees, usually mom's, to get spanked. This wasn't news to Mrs. Robertson, as she knew first hand about that. I squirmed as they talked about me as if I was not there, embarrassed that, at 16, I was being talked about as if I was ten. It seemed like I was in the corner for hours, but it was probably about 30 minutes. Not that I was in any hurry to leave the corner, knowing what was facing me when that happened.

Well, it was going to happen some time, and, as I heard the conversation die down, I also heard a chair being pushed back. I blushed and shivered, as I heard my mom say, "I think we have kept my naughty little girl waiting long enough. It's time to blister her behind good."

Like when she put me in the corner, mom grabbed my ear and pulled me out of the corner and to the chair. Already with tears, I yelled out in pain, as I found myself being pulled across mom's lap. Once again, I had a view of the kitchen floor, with my behind up in the air, waiting for the painful hairbrush mom was holding. I squirmed, knowing that soon, I would be bawling my eyes out and howling in pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The first few spanks were painful, as I cried out in pain. Then, I heard the back door open and the spanking stopped.

Once again Beth sighed. She saved the file and got up. She needed to use the bathroom and didn't want to take even the slightest risk that the file would be lost.

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Part 27

Returning from the bathroom, Beth sat down and continued to write about her second experience of being caught smoking while growing up........

Mom had smacked me four times with the hairbrush when the back door opened. I wondered who would be coming in to see me across my mom's lap being spanked.

“Hi mom, Jimmy and I...........oh...”

It was my brother and Jimmy was our neighbor's son. Both my brother, Justin, and Jimmy were 12. Despite the numerous times I had been spanked in public or in front of my brothers and their friends, it still was embarrassing for it to happen, especially now when I was 15. It was strange, maybe bizarre, that there I was, across my mom's knees, being spanked in front of the two boys, when, at another time, one of my brothers could be across my knees being spanked, as my mom had given me permission to spank Justin or Jay, my other, younger brother, who was ten. When I babysat for them, I felt grownup, but not at all when getting my own behind spanked.

“Hi boys. Justin, your sister has been real naughty today. She was smoking and she also lied. You and your brother know how strongly I feel about both of those things. I THOUGHT Beth here knew that as well, but, evidently, I was mistaken. Just grab a snack and see what happens when you disobey.”

The boys went to grab a snack as my spanking resumed.

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

Once more, that awful hairbrush smacked my bare bottom hard. As mom repeatedly applied the hairbrush to my already tender seat, I was soon bawling my eyes out, kicking my legs and twisting to try to avoid the painful smacks of the brush. None of that did any good as mom just continued to spank, telling me that I better not fall off her lap, and applying the hairbrush to my 'sit spot' which really made me howl. I don't remember how long she spanked me, but I knew I was wailing and, I am sure, making a spectacle of myself, in front of Mrs. Robertson, her son and my brother. How embarrassing it was.

Mom finished the spanking off with five resounding spanks that left me out of control. Even with the spanking stopped, I continued to bawl for a minute or two before my sobbing began to subside. Mom kept me over her knees, as she scolded me and told me that my punishment wasn't over yet. Then, to my shame and still crying, she marched me to the corner, and put me face first in the corner, as if I was a naughty little girl.

I was kept in the corner for 20 minutes, though it felt like an eternity before mom told me I could leave the corner. To my dismay, she informed me that I had to stay bare bottomed and I also had to sit down at the kitchen table and do my homework there. Since the kitchen chairs were unpadded, it made for a very uncomfortable time as I squirmed as I wrote and studied. It wasn't any better at supper time, as my dad arrived home just before it was ready. Having come into the kitchen and seeing me sitting at the table with my books there, an unusual situation, as well as seeing me bare bottomed, he asked my mom what I had done.

Being told that I was seen smoking and that I had lied about it obviously didn't make dad very happy. And he then displayed his unhappiness by pulling me up off my chair and over to an adjacent chair where he sat down and pulled me over his knees.

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

My dad may not have used a hairbrush or any other implement, but he sure didn't have to. His hard hand together with my already sore behind combined to once again set my behind on fire, as I was spanked in full view of everyone, including my youngest brother, Jay. Dad then stood me up and “PLOPPED” me down on the chair, which was very unpleasant and caused me to jump up. It made for an very unpleasant meal as it was difficult to sit down and I continued to squirm during the meal.

After supper, I was sent to my room and told to put on pajamas and to remain in my room. Though “grounded” to my room, I was allowed to watch TV or listen to music. My parents didn't believe in using “grounding” as a punishment in of itself, though they might send you to your room after being spanked. So, you were never under any restrictions in those times when you were sent to your room. What happened many times in those circumstances was that mom, or once in a while, dad, would pay you a visit shortly before your bedtime. They would discuss, or, in reality, lecture or scold you for misbehaving, and then you would have your pajama bottoms lowered and you would be back over their knees, getting a sound spanking with their hand or with a hairbrush.

Waiting for bedtime to find out if I would get a bedtime spanking was nerve-wracking. I would be antsy and nervous. This particular evening was no exception, especially since mom had told me my punishment wasn't over yet. In our family, “punishment” meant “spanking”, and I did not think that she was talking about dad spanking me at supper time. However, the evening passed without a visit from mom or dad, and I went to bed thinking that mom had changed her mind.

Beth sighed, remembering this painful experience of her youth. Recalling this particular episode' was a reminder of her friend, who would walk home with her, and, more than occasionally, share a smoke.

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Part 28

Sighing once more, Beth resumed her “memoir” of her childhood experiences.............

Seemingly fortunate to be spared a bedtime spanking, and hopeful that my punishment (read: spanking) was over, I slept better than I might have if I had gone to bed with a freshly spanked behind. The next morning, mom and dad did not say or give me any indication that I had another spanking coming to me, so I left for school, thinking the worst was over.

I met up with Neale, my friend that I shared cigarettes with, during the day. The fact that I got spanked at home was not exactly a secret to many at school, so when I mentioned to Neale that I got punished the day before for smoking, he assumed that it meant I got spanked. Having very permissive parents, Neale felt guilty, knowing that he might have contributed to my punishment, but he just told me how sorry he was. What he didn't tell me were some thoughts that were building in his mind.

The rest of the school day went on as normal and I headed home. I noticed that Neale was not waiting for me just outside the school. I didn't have a real boyfriend at the time and Neale was only a friend and I enjoyed his company after school and sometimes at the school library doing homework. I figured, after what happened the day before, Neale would have assumed that I would not be having a cigarette on the way home from school and that I might want to walk home alone.

I entered her house through the back door as usual, and was startled to find Neale there.

“Neale, why are you here?” I thought that maybe Neale was there to tell my mom that he bought the cigarettes, not me.

Mom replied, “I am curious as well, Beth, he just arrived a moment ago.”

I could see that Neale was nervous.

“Mrs. Ashley,” Neale began slowly, “I understand that Beth got into trouble for smoking yesterday.”

“Yes, she did, Neale. That's one of our strictest rules, and not only that, she also lied to me and our neighbor.”

“I understand that Beth got.....ah....punished for it.”

My mom chucked. “Yes, Neale, Beth did get punished for it. In our house, naughty children get punished only one way. Do you know how she got punished?”

I blushed as my mom asked Neale that question. I noticed that Neale blushed as well,

“Yes.....I believe so.........”

Again, my mom chuckled. “Neale. I think it's time to stop beating around the bush, so to speak. The plain fact of the matter is, Neale, is that Beth got spanked very soundly yesterday, by our neighbor, her father and myself for her actions.”

While I assumed that Neale knew how I was punished, the outright way mom told Neale embarrassed me.

“MOM!!!”

Mom glared at me. “Young lady, I think you better hold your tongue.”

Rebuked, I just stood there silently, not wanting to provoke my mother any more. Meanwhile, Neale bit his lip and spoke up.

“Mrs. Ashley, I am very sorry that Beth got....ah....spanked. I feel I am guilty as well and if you wish to punish me, that is ok.”

Her mom looked startled. “Do you realize what I said earlier, about what “punish” means in this house?”

Neale nodded his head.

“So, you are asking me to spank you?”

Again, Neale nodded his head.

“Is this because you smoked as well, or because Beth got spanked for smoking?”

As if unsure how to answer this, Neale hesitated at first. “I guess, both, perhaps.”

“Tell me, Neale, have you ever been spanked before?”

“No, Mrs. Ashley.”

“That's too bad, young man. I feel it's something that is long overdue. However, if I do agree to spank you, I need to get permission from one of your parents. If you give me a phone number, I will call them. It's up to you now.”

I heard Neale take a large breath and let it out. Then I heard Neale give mom the number. As mom went to the phone to call, she told both Neale and I to go to the living room and wait there. Surprised at what was taking place, we did as we were told as I heard the number being dialed.

I could hear the sound of my mom talking, but could not make out what my mom was saying. I was astounded that Neale would volunteer to be spanked and wondered whether his mom, assuming that it would be his mom, since she would more likely to be home than his dad, would give my mom permission to spank Neale. I knew his parents were very permissive and didn't think they would agree to Neale being spanked. I really didn't know what to make of it all, and wondered if Neale knew what he was really volunteering for. Or did he just assume it wouldn't happen? I kept those thoughts to myself and just sat there, waiting to see what take place. A few minutes passed and then my mom walked into the living room. “Neale, your mom would like to talk to you.”

Neale got up and went to the kitchen. As with my mom, I could hear the sound of Neale's voice but not what he said. After a short time, I heard Neale hang up and he returned to the living room, looking pale.

I noticed the stern look on my mom's face and knew that Neale's mom had given permission. It was shocking. Mom got up, told Neale to stay right where he was, and she went into the kitchen. She returned promptly, holding an item that I knew all to well. It was mom's 'spanking hairbrush'.

I squirmed seeing that, feeling bad for Neale that he was going to get a taste of what I had received the day before. I could see Neale's eyes open up wide at the sight of what mom was carrying. My mom noticed it.

“I see you are surprised by my carrying this in, Neale.” She pointed the hairbrush at Neale. “At 16, for this offense, a little hand spanking is not enough, and, as you know, your mom said for you to be treated the same as if you were Beth's twin brother. Now, come over to this chair.” She indicated the large chair in one corner of the living room where many spankings had taken place.

As Neale walked slowly to my mom, I realized that I would be witnessing Neale getting his first ever spanking. I wondered if his pants would be coming down. I found out quickly when Neale stood in front of mom and she reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it.

“WHAT!!! What are you doing?” Neale protested.

“What do you think I am doing, young man? You don't think I am going to spank you with your pants up, do you? Beth never gets spanked on anything but her bare behind, and it will be the same for you, mister.”

“But, Beth is here...she will see me......”

“Yes, she will, won't she? Your behind won't be the first boy's behind she has seen. Don't worry; she has had the privilege to have her own bare behind on display while being spanked.”

I could feel myself turning red. While what my mom said was true, it was so embarrassing for her to say it to Neale.

“MOM!! How could you?”

“Hush, Beth.” Mom continued to prepare Neale for his first ever spanking as she glared at me. Undoing his belt, she unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his knees. Then, however, she got up and to my dismay, walked over to me.

“I told you yesterday that your punishment wasn't over yet. You might have thought otherwise when I didn't spank you at bedtime, but, I keep my word.”

The next thing I felt was mom grabbing my ear and pulling me up off the sofa I was sitting on. To my shock, I was pulled over to the back of the sofa and made to bend way over the sofa, leaving my feet dangling behind me and my behind sticking up in the air. To my further embarrassment, I felt my skirt being flipped up completely out of the way and my panties being pulled down and taken off.

“You just stay this way and see what happens to your friend.”

Mom left me in my bent over position and she returned to Neale, who was standing and fidgeting. Sitting down, she grabbed Neale's wrist and pulled him to her right side and then across her waiting lap, as Neale moaned.

Grabbing the waistband of his underpants, she slowly tugged them down until they joined his pants at his knees. Neale's face was turning red, knowing his bare bottom was on display to both me and my mom.

“You have had this coming for a long time, you naughty boy, you. This is long overdue. Your mom said to treat you as if you a member of this family and that is just what I am going to do. It doesn't matter that this is the first spanking you have ever received.”

Then the spanking began, not with the hairbrush, as I expected, but with mom's hand.

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

Neale gasped out as his behind felt the first ever spanks applied to his behind. I bet he couldn't believe how much the spanks hurt.

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

Spanking fast, mom repeatedly smacked Neale's upturned behind as tears started streaming down Neale's cheeks. then mom stopped the spanking and there was a pause in the spanking. What Neale couldn't see was mom picking up the hairbrush. I could see it however, and I cringed, knowing how hard it would be.

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

The hairbrush spanking began and Neale howled in pain from the very first smack of the brush. It caused him to twist and turn in an attempt to avoid the painful smacks but to no avail. He kicked and kicked, which only made it worse, as mom pushed him forward over her lap and put her right leg over his, causing his behind to stick up more and present more of a target to the hairbrush.

I cringed seeing that. I knew how much worse it would be now. Neale's behind was already on the red side from the hand spanking, but now it was quickly turning a dark red from being smacked with the hairbrush. Neale's wailing was getting louder and louder and especially so when the hairbrush smacked the lower part of his behind, his “spank spot”. Soon it was just one loud, continuous wailing on Neale's part and he sobbed, blubbered and was just out of control. Unfortunately, I knew how he felt and felt nervous knowing I would be spanked next.

The spanking finally ended. I am sure if felt like it never would to Neale, and he just continued to bawl like a little boy, even after the spanking ended. It was a couple of minutes before he was able to calm down just a bit. Mom released her right leg from pinning his legs and then told Neale what was about to happen.

“Ok, Neale, this part is over. I know it was painful, but spankings are supposed to be. Maybe you will think about your burning behind before you light up a cigarette. Now, what I am going to do is have you lift up and I will pull your underpants back up. Then, I will have you bend over the couch like Beth is right now and you will stay there while I tend to Beth. Under no circumstances are you to reach back and rub your behind, no matter how much you are tempted to, and I know you will be tempted. I would suggest you hold your hands in front of you. If I catch you rubbing, you will be going back over my lap for more of the hairbrush.”

As she told Neale she would, mom had Neale lift up and she pulled his underpants back up over his scarlet behind. I had a few tears of my own, as my own spanking was about to occur. Mom stood him up, and like he was a little boy, took his ear and marched him over to behind me and then over the couch next to me.

SMACK!

I heard the two smacks that mom gave Neale, and it told me that she had bared his behind once again. Then I felt my skirt being fussed with and then mom pulled me to my feet. I realized then that my skirt was pinned up in back.

I yelled out in pain as mom grabbed my ear and I found myself being taken out from behind the couch and over to the chair where mom had just spanked Neale. Quickly, she turned me over her left knee and I felt her right leg holding my legs in place. I had a few more tears, knowing that I was going to get a hard spanking.

As I laid across mom's knee, I looked over to Neale. He was still crying, but he was also looking at me, and I am sure, my behind, bare and upended over mom's knees. I could feel my face turning red, and soon enough, my behind would be as well.

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

Mom didn't start my spanking using her hand. I felt the hairbrush from the start. I yelled out in pain and soon was sobbing as the hairbrush repeatedly smacked my bottom. It was awful. Over and over, mom spanked, all over my behind as I began bawling my eyes out. I felt like I was on fire. No matter how many times I got spanked, and it was many, they all felt terrible and this was no exception. And when mom used that hairbrush on my sit spot, oh, did I scream out. Mom spanked me at least as bad as she did Neale, and I was one blubbering mess when she finally stopped.

Unlike with Neale, mom stood me up quickly while I was still bawling, and grabbing my ear, brought me back to the couch and over the back of it, next to Neale. I am sure we were quite a sight, bent over like that, with our behinds sticking up.

Mom didn't have to remind me to not rub. I knew very well that to do so would earn me a repeat performance, something I obviously wanted to avoid. I also was a little confused why we were bent over the couch. Mom told us to stay where we were. Like we would be going anywhere. She left the room and I was shocked when she came back holding a paddle. It was one of those souvenir ones that mom had picked up on one of our vacations a few years ago. On one side of it, the printing on it said “Heat for the Seat” and “Apply as needed”. Unfortunately, when mom bought it, she tried it out immediately on our bare bottoms right in the store.

Mom walked behind us, and I tensed, wondering who would be paddled first.

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

It was Neale who received sixteen smacks with the paddle. He was yelling loudly after each one.

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

Then it was my turn and, like Neale, I bawled with each hard smack of that paddle. Then mom grabbed us by our ears and pulled us up. Slowly, since Neale was hobbling with his pants and underpants at his ankles, mom took us to a corner and put us in the corner. This time she reminded both of us about rubbing and left us there. As we cried, in the shameful position we were in, I felt like a naughty little girl, rather than a sixteen-year-old teenager.

Beth looked at the time. It was later than she thought. She decided that she would write about the third and last experience next morning, before she left to go to the headmaster's house. She quickly made sure she had the spell checker on and saved the file. As she did so, she recalled that Neale's spanking that afternoon wasn't his last. His mom felt that if Beth's mom was going to spank him, than she would as well. Not only were there mornings when Beth noticed Neale squirming in his seat during homeroom, she also witnessed a few spankings at Neale's house when over there doing homework with Neale.

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Part 29

This is a follow up to the last chapter.

Neale Coper walked home slowly, stunned at what had happened a short time ago. Sixteen years old and he had just experienced his first ever spanking. But it had not been a parent's knees that he had been put over, but it was Mrs. Ashley, his friend's mom, that had turned him over her knees, bared his behind and given him a long and painful spanking. Then, to top it off, he had to stand in the corner with his friend, making it even more embarrassing.

As he walked home, his bottom still smarting from Mrs. Ashley's hand, hairbrush and paddle, he was very glad that his mom didn't believe in spanking. When he volunteered to be spanked, he never thought he would be spanked as hard as he was. He thought that perhaps Mrs. Ashley wouldn't even spank him at all. He was also surprised his mom agreed to his being spanked, as his own parents were very permissive. As he walked home, he wondered what his mom would say when he got there.

Neale walked into his house, apprehensive, and was greeted by his ever-pleasant mom.

“Neale, how are you?”

“Ah....sore.”

“What did Beth's mom spank you with, dear?”

“She used her hand, a hairbrush and a paddle, mom.”

“Oh, I am sorry, dear, really I am. It must have been really painful for you.” His mom hugged him as she consoled him. “Why don't you have some ice cream before you do your homework. I'll get you a pillow to sit on if you need it.”

That was the extent of his mom's reaction to his being spanked. Even his dad never said anything it and Neale figured that everything would remain the same in his household.

The next morning, Neale was just awakening when his mom came into his room.

“C'mon sleepyhead, time to rise and shine. I want you to come with me to the mall, I am sure I can find something to buy for you.”

Neale smiled to himself. Whenever there was some disagreement at home, invariably his mom would smooth it over by buying something for Neale, whether it be clothes, a CD or another game for his Xbox

Upon their arrival at the mall, his mom led him to a boutique, surprising Neale. He wondered what would be there that his mom would buy him, but he mentally shrugged his shoulders and followed his mom inside.

The owner of the boutique, a woman who appeared to be slightly younger than Neale's mom, greeted them.

“Good morning, may I help you?”

“Yes, I am looking for a hairbrush.”

“A hairbrush? I am not sure I have exactly what you want. Is it for fine hair or thick?”

Neale was taken aback by his mom's request. She couldn't....could she?

His mom chuckled. “Actually I am not looking for one to brush anyone's hair.”

Both Neale and the owner realized at the same time what the hairbrush was intended for.

“Oh, now I see, that kind of hairbrush.”

“MOM!!!”

“Be quiet, Neale.”

Neale was shocked by his mom's stern sounding voice. It was not something he had heard before.

“Is this hairbrush for this young man?”

“Yes, it is, I gather that a hairbrush is an appropriate implement to use for spanking?”

“Oh, yes it is. As a mom of two boys, I can tell you it is very appropriate. But, if you haven't used a hairbrush, what have you been spanking him with now? You haven't just used your hand, have you?”

“Oh, no. In fact, I have never spanked Neale.”

“Well, as they say, better late than never. As it turns out, I do have a hairbrush that would serve the purpose you want it for. Come with me.”

Neale felt his mom grab his wrist and together they followed the store owner to a glass case near the register. Looking at the case, Neale saw what he assumed was the hairbrush in question and he inwardly shuddered. The hairbrush was made of wood and large and he was sure it would be very painful if used to spank him.

The store owner retrieved the brush and handed it over to Mrs. Cooper. Holding it in her hand, Mrs. Cooper inspected the hairbrush, turning it over in her hand, and then holding the handle.

“It seems to fit the purpose, I guess, but, to be honest, I am not sure what to do, since I have never spanked him before or even been spanked myself. I haven't even seen a spanking. Neale got his first spanking yesterday by his friend's mom. He actually volunteered to be spanked because they were smoking together and she got spanked for it.”

“Well,” the store owner chuckled, “maybe I ought to take this young man over my knees and show you how it's done.”

Neale was horrified, but his mom wasn't. “You know, that's a good idea. Could you do that?”

“Well, I was really joking about that. Besides, I don't have a back room or a restroom to take him to.”

That didn't deter Mrs. Cooper. “Oh, that's ok. Neale has told me that his friend has gotten spanked in public herself.”

“MOM!!!! Please. Does dad know about this?”

“Yes, young man, your dad knows about this. He agreed to let this be up to me.”

Neale was feeling desperate. “You're not going to let this ‘fucking stranger’ spank me, are you?”

Both his mom and the store owner were shocked and appalled at Neale's vulgarity and it sealed his fate.

“If you really want me to demonstrate how to spank this naughty boy, I will.”

“Thanks, please go ahead. He deserves it.”

Neale blushed at the thought of being spanked by this stranger. He wondered about running out of the store, but just realized that his mom had moved right behind him making that choice no longer available to him.

“I have just the thing to help teach this boy a good lesson.” Going behind the counter, the store owner brought out a wooden stool. “Now, you could sit on a chair, couch or bed and put him over your knees, but for a boy his age, or size, a stool is much better because it leaves his arms and legs dangling, making him feel helpless.”

The store owner walked over to Neale and grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the stool.

“Neale, when you got spanked yesterday, did you take your pants down or were they taken down for you?”

“You aren't going to take my pants down!”

“Oh, yes, I am. That's the only way to spank a naughty boy or girl. Now, please answer my question.”

Reluctantly, Neale replied, “They were taken down.”

“Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?” Then turning to his mother, she went on.

“I also prefer to prepare my boys when they are going to get spanked. It really makes them feel like naughty little boys when they stand in front of me while I take their pants down.”

She followed suit by undoing Neale's jeans and then tugging them down to his knees, as Neale blushed.

“Now, if this was on of my own boys in front of me, especially at home, I would continue by taking down his underpants before putting him across my lap. But, in this case, I will turn him over my knees first. Ok, Neale, time to get across my lap.”

Instead of co-operating, Neale stayed where he was and spat out “NO!”

The owner sighed, “I guess you want to do this the hard way.”

Reaching over to Neale, she grabbed the waistband of Neale's underpants and pulled them down to join his jeans at his knees, leaving Neale exposed from his waist to his knees

Red-faced, Neale felt himself being turned sideways.

SMACK! SMACK!

Twice, the store owner smacked Neale's bare behind.

“That's for no co-operating. Now, get across my knees right now, young man, unless you want me to take you out to the bench in the middle of the mall. You'll be quite a sight walking out there, especially after I take off your jeans and underpants.”

Mortified by that, Neale complied and allowed himself to be led over to the right side of the owner and then was helped across her lap. After never being spanked before, he was now over a knee for the second day in a row.

“As to baring his behind, that's the only way to spank, in my opinion. You should alwasy bare a naughty child's behind, whether they are eight or eighteen.”

“Now make sure his behind is the highest part of him. There are also two things you can do if he resists too much while across your knees. If he reaches back, you grab his right wrist and hold it behind his back. If he starts kicking too much, push him forward a little and put your right leg over his. That will prevent him from kicking his legs. Especially when a stool is used, this makes his behind really stick up and make the spanks sting even more. As to the spanking itself, depending on the offense you wish to punish him for, you could just use your hand to spank him. In my case, I sometimes do that if the offense isn't as serious. Especially in public, it can be even more embarrassing to be spanked in such a childish way.”

Seeing Mrs. Cooper look a little doubtful, the owner continued, “Oh, don't worry, even your hand will make him cry. And since a hand spanking is sometimes considered a “nursery punishment”, it might make Neale feel more like a little kid than a teenager. For more serious offenses, you could start out with a hand spanking to warm his behind up before switching to the hairbrush. Or you can just start out with the hairbrush.”

All while the store owner was talking, Neale was over her knees, waiting for his spanking to start. He felt so exposed, his behind bare to this stranger, but grateful no one had come in after his mom and him. Thank goodness the store wasn't busy., or the owner might charge admission to view his spanking, he thought ruefully.

“I think I will start with a little hand spanking to warm him up. You will see that the spanks will still sting.”

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

“OWWW OUCH OWWW”

The first spanks fell and Mrs. Cooper could see that the spanks did indeed sting her son by his reaction.

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

Tears began streaming down Neale's cheeks as the spanks stung his bottom. Then the spanking stopped, telling Neale that the next part of the spanking was about to start, the more painful part, with the hairbrush.

“Could you hand me the hairbrush, please? Thanks. I won't make this part too long since it's important that you learn first hand how to spank your son.”

Mrs. Cooper handed the hairbrush to the owner. “Thank you.” Neale tensed awaiting the first smack of the brush and he didn't have to wait long.

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

Both the sound of the hairbrush smacking his bare bottom and Neale's louder sobs was heard outside the shop and a few persons came in to see what the noise was all about. Included among them was a mother accompanied by her daughter and son, both of whom appeared to be approximately 13 or so.

The owner applied a few more spanks of the brush to Neale and then stopped. Telling Neale to lift up, she pulled his underpants back up. Then spoke to those that had entered the store.

“I'll be right with you shortly, folks. This mother is about to buy this hairbrush and wanted a demonstration to make sure it works. So far it has, as you can see.”

Neale wanted to die right there, realizing people had come in and now he was the center of attention. He was helped up and he stood there, jeans at his ankles now, while his mom sat on the stool. His mother had paid strict attention while Neale was being spanked and felt she could do a good job now.

“Ok, son, over you go.” She indicated to Neale to go over her knees, which he reluctantly did, not wanting his underpants removed while standing up as happened before. Once more he was face down. As he did so, he and the others there heard the mom who had come in with her kids them scold them both.

“I have had enough of your attitude and arguing, both of you. Maybe I ought to borrow that hairbrush when they are done with it.” Both the boy and girl blushed and looked down at the floor.

Then, the interruption over, Mrs. Cooper received the hairbrush from the owner, and took a deep breath. And received further instructions.

“Now don't be fooled by Neale's crying. If you are going to spank, make sure it makes him feel truly remorseful. You will eventually be able to tell by his body language when you have spanked enough. I'll pay attention and let you know just before the time when the spanking should end.”

Getting her ‘final instructions’ the spanking began.

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

Fast and hard, the hairbrush smacked Neale's bare seat as yelled out in pain. His mom was a fast learner as she efficiently smacked the entirety of Neale's behind as Neale wailed in pain. He sobbed, and then bawled as the hairbrush left its mark. Mrs. Cooper continued to spank resolutely until the store owner interrupted.

“You did an excellent job. Your son has learned a good lesson. Now, to finish it off, there's one more thing to do.”

Neale sensed the store owner coming over to them. Then he felt her pat the lower part of his behind as she instructed his mom.

“To finish off, I always like to end the spanking with a series of spanks down here, right where he sits. Every time he sits down, he will be reminded of the price he paid for misbehaving.”

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

Neale really howled in pain as his mom smacked his `sit spot' with a series of hard spanks. Then he just sobbed and laid limply across his mom's lap as those shoppers who had come in stated to clap, causing Neale even more embarrassment and shame.

“An excellent job. Now, I imagine you will be buying this hairbrush?” Upon seeing an affirmative nod, the store owner continued, “Stand up your son and put him in the corner there while you pay. That's always a good idea after a spanking, if possible. It will be very embarrassing for him, which adds to his punishment.”

Neale was helped up and then marched to a nearby corner where was put, face first. Just as the day before by Mrs. Ashley, he was reminded by the store owner to not rub. Fortunately, his time in the corner wasn't very long, and he heard his mom come over behind him.

SMACK! SMACK!

Twice his mom smacked him.

“I expect you to behave yourself. Now that I know how to spank you and realize how much I neglected all your naughtiness all these years, I won't hesitate to immediately turn you over my knees and spank you every time you misbehave. I have a feeling you will be spending many more occasions across my knees with your behind bare.”

Then Neale felt his underpants and jeans pulled up.

“Ok, Neale, we can leave now.”

Grateful for that, but not wanting to look at anyone as they left, Neale looked down as they exited the store. He, however, had to look up toward the nearby bench in the mall. Because sitting on the bench was the mother from the store and across her lap was her 13 year old son, his jeans and underpants at her knees. The boy was already sobbing as her spanking had already started and his behind was already red from the mother's handspanks. Meanwhile, standing in front of them was the boy's sister, looking down, waiting her turn to be spanked, her panties down at her ankles and her hands behind her, holding her skirt up in back.

As they walked by the pair, Neale's mom nodded to the mother and gave her some advice.

“If I were you, I'd buy a hairbrush.”

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Part 30

Now back to the regularly scheduled story..........

It was the next morning. Beth had gotten dressed and had eaten breakfast. Once she had made her bed, she went over to the computer and sat down. As she opened Microsoft Word, she thought about the last time she got spanked for smoking. The last time, that is, prior to the previous day ............

At my high school, teachers and the headmaster were allowed to administer corporal punishment. This generally meant that a teacher could take a misbehaving student to the cloakroom, lower pants or raise skirts, bend them over a table that was there, and paddle the offending student's backside for a maximum of six strokes.

Depending on the teacher, and, or the offense, the student might return to class crying, or at the very least, sniffling. Not to mention a stinging seat. However, there were times that a student was sent to the office rather than being paddled by the teacher. This was to be avoided. Unfortunately, there were a number of occasions that I was taken to the cloakroom to be paddled throughout my high school years and they always left me crying. And, if my parents found out, I would be crying even more at home, because they had a rule. If you get spanked, or, rather, paddled at school, it would mean a spanking at home. At least it would if they found out.

Somehow, I had avoided a trip to the office until a couple weeks prior to the incident that that I am writing about today. I was 17 and a junior in high school. It was for skipping a class earlier in the day. Unfortunately, I was found out and was given a note to take to the office. With butterflies in my stomach, I walked to the office. I couldn't delay, as the time was put on the note, so I made my way to the office and gave my note to the headmaster's secretary who told me to sit down.

As I did, I felt fortunate that the secretary didn't smirk or give any indication of what I faced. She got up and went into Mrs. Bowman's office. She came out shortly afterwards and told me to go inside. When I did, Mrs. Bowman told me to close the door behind me, which I was glad to do. She looked at the note and then asked me whether I had anything to say in my defense. I didn't as I did commit the offense. She sighed, mentioning the fact that I had been a frequent visitor to cloakrooms but this was the first time I had been sent to her office. She said that she felt that any student should not have to be sent to her office more than one time during the four years of high school, and that I was fortunate that this was my first time in three years.

Meanwhile, I was nervous. I really didn't know how bad it would be, as no student sent to her ever really said what took place, other than saying it was awful. I stood there, as she cleared off an area of her desk and then put a pillow over it. She called me over to the desk and then bent me over it. Well, I thought, this wasn't any different from when I got paddled by a teacher. Then I felt my skirt being pulled up in back. Again, I thought, no different. Then...then I felt her grab the waistband of my panties. As I said to myself, oh...this is different, I felt them being pulled down, leaving my bottom bare. Feeling exposed, I saw Mrs. Bowman open a desk drawer and she pulled out her paddle. I guess you would call it a sorority paddle rather than a novelty one.

She walked behind me. Telling me that it would hurt and that it was ok to cry (like I had any choice in the matter), she put a hand on my back to keep me bent over, and I held my breath, waiting.

SMACK!

Wow! Did that sting!! A few tears came.

SMACK!

OUCH!!! More tears.

SMACK!

Crying. These spanks were hard!!!

She continued until she game me a total of ten spanks with that paddle. I was really sobbing hard. She walked around her desk and put her paddle away. She then told me to remain bent over. Once I had composed myself, she would allow me up and I would be allowed to go back to class. It took a few minutes and then she helped me up and told me to pull my panties back up and to go back to class. She signed my note, mentioned that it would be a good idea to go to the washroom first, and sent me on my way, telling me that she didn't want to see me in her office for disciplinary reasons again.

I had every intention of not making a repeat visit to her office. That one time was enough for me. At least it should have been. But, two weeks later, during our lunch period, my boyfriend, Kyle, and I snuck away to a spot where we thought we were safe and had a smoke. This wasn't the first time and we thought it was the perfect spot. Well, it wasn't. This particular day, a teacher surprised us. Seeing us, she took out a pad of paper and began writing a note. Knowing what that meant, I pleaded for her to punish us herself, but she said she had no choice but to send us to the office.

As we walked to the office, we were pretty quiet. I thought of Mrs.Bowman telling me that she didn't want too see me again and here I was being sent to the office just two weeks later. Let me tell you, I was really feeling sorry for myself. We walked into the outer office and handed the note to the secretary. I got a look that, to me, said, ‘you're here again?’ I kind of shrugged and she told us to sit down. She was in the office for a few minutes before she returned and she told Kyle to go in. Well, I thought, at least we were going to get paddled separately.

As I sat there, a few minutes passed. Then I was shocked. I could hear the sound of the spanks emanating from Mrs. Bowman's office. Then the sound of Kyle's wails as each spank was administered. I realized to my shock that the sound of my own paddling two weeks prior could be heard in the outer office and that the secretary, while not seeing me get paddled, could definitely hear it. I noticed that the secretary displayed no reaction, perhaps used to hearing naughty students get paddled by the headmaster.

Kyle got 15 spanks and he really was wailing. I could imagine him bent over the desk, his pants and underpants at his knees or ankles, and his behind red from the paddling. It was a few minutes before the door opened and Kyle walked out of Mrs. Bowman's office. He looked at me and I blushed and so did he, realizing that I had heard. I wanted to give him a hug, but gave him a sympathetic look and he grimaced and walked to the outer door. Unconsciously, I imagine, as he left, he reached back and rubbed the seat of his pants.

I waited anxiously, as I knew I would be next. It didn't take too long. The door opened, and Mrs. Bowman came out and told me to follow her inside. Looking down, I did as I was asked. She told me to sit down on the chair, which surprised me as I expected to be bent over the desk like the last time.

“It has been only two weeks since you were last sent to me, am I correct?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“I thought I mentioned that I expected that it wouldn't happen again, is that correct?”

Again I nodded.

“But here you are again. Smoking no less. My policy is that the second time a student gets sent to the office, I make a call to a parent. I have called and spoken to your mother and she will be here shortly.”

I was thunderstruck. This was terrible. Mom would find out I had been smoking again, which, by itself, would mean my behind would be smoking. In addition, she would find out I had been paddled in the office previously. I was in deep trouble.

“Perhaps you should go stand in the corner while we wait. You can think about your misbehavior.”

“Jeez”, I thought, now I am being treated like a little kid. But, I walked over to the corner and stood in it, face toward the corner, hoping Mrs. Bowman wouldn't make it worse by having me pull my skirt up, or worse, bare my behind. Fortunately, she didn't and I remained in the corner for about 20 minutes when I heard a knock on the door and then it opened.

“Well, well, I see you have her in an appropriate place to wait. Except when I put her in the corner, her behind is bare. I am very sorry Elizabeth has caused you so much trouble. She never told me she had been sent to your office to be paddled previously. And smoking. She knows that is something that I especially dislike and she has been punished for that previously. Come out of the corner, Elizabeth.”

I slowly turned around, looking down, not wanting to look at my mom.

“Tell me, Mrs. Bowman, are you allowed to spank naughty students, rather than paddle them?”

“Oh no,” I thought.

“Do you mean am I allowed to turn them over my knees and spank them, like they would be at home?”

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean.”

“I can only do that with the express direction of a parent.”

“From this point on, you have my 'express' direction or permission to put her over your knees and spank her bare bottom good and hard. In fact, I think you ought to do it right now.”

“Oh, mom, please.....” I pleaded.

“Elizabeth Ashley, if I were you, I would keep quiet and not make harder on yourself than it already is. You are in BIG TROUBLE, young lady. Mrs. Bowman?”

“If that is what you want, I will spank this naughty young lady. Come over here, Miss Ashley.”

Stunned at the prospect of being spanked, rather than paddled by my headmaster, I walked slowly over to her and found myself being taken over to a chair. She sat down and stood me in front of her. She reached behind me and I felt my panties being pulled down. She was going to leave them at my ankles until my mom asked that she remove them completely.

“You might as well have her step out of those, she won't be needing them for the rest of the day.”

So, I had to step out of them. Then I felt my wrist being grabbed and then I was turned over Mrs. Bowman's knees.

“You aren't going to just use your hand, are you?” I heard my mom ask her in a skeptical voice.

“Oh, no. Could you hand me the ruler that is on my desk? It will be the first time that it is being used for this purpose, but I know how much it can sting.”

As I was over Mrs. Bowman's knees, I saw my mom go over to the desk and pick up the ruler and bring it over. I had never been spanked with a ruler before, but I imagined it would sting.

Mrs. Bowman didn't waste any time. She immediately began spanking me with the ruler.

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

It was different from being spanked with the hairbrush. More stinging, I guess. She spanked my bottom repeatedly with that ruler and soon I was sobbing my eyes out. I never could imagine that I would end up over my headmaster's knees, rather than bent over her desk. It wasn't the fact that someone was spanking me like that that wasn't my mom or dad. That certainly happened a number of times. But just the thought of being put over my headmaster's knees like a naughty little kid was overwhelming.

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

She continued to smack my behind as I began bawling and pleading for the spanking to stop. She didn't stop, however, until my bottom was on fire. She stood me up and I so wanted to reach back and rub, but my mom's presence made me think twice about doing that. To make things even worse, though, mom made me thank Mrs. Bowman for spanking me, which I did, with my head hanging down.

I then found out that my punishment in the office wasn't done yet.

“Mrs. Bowman, may I borrow your paddle?”

“MOM!! NO, please.”

Mom just ignored my pleas and came over to me and bent me over the pillow which was still on the desk. Then I felt my skirt being raised once again. I was still crying from the ruler spanking and now I was about to get paddled.

Six times that paddled smacked my bare behind and I yelled out in pain with each hard smack.

“Ok, young lady, it's time to take you home.” Taking me by my hand, as if I was a naughty little child (as opposed, I guess, to a naughty teenager that I was) mom walked me out to our van, thankfully, not meeting up with anyone on our way there. When we got to the van, mom took me over to the passenger side. She showed me again how angry she was with me, as just outside the door, she bent me under her left arm. I felt my skirt being pulled up, and was bent over like that for a few moments, my bare behind facing the street. Meanwhile, I could feel my mom doing something to my skirt.

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

Then I felt the hairbrush, being applied to the lower part of my behind, where I sit. She gave me about 25 spanks and I howled in pain. I was then stood up, and I realized mom had pinned my skirt up in back.

“Get inside the van, Beth. Don't think your punishment is over yet, young lady.”

Bawling, I got inside and jumped up when my poor behind made contact with the upholstered seat of the van. I knew it would be very uncomfortable ride home, not to mention the prospect of being spanked even more at home.

Beth paused, and took a deep breath. Looking at the clock, she felt she could finish and still get to Mrs. Donovan's on time. At least she hoped so.

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Part 31

Beth paused, and took a deep breath. Looking at the clock, she felt she could finish and still get to Mrs. Donovan's on time. At least she hoped so.

It was an uncomfortable ride home. Mom was quiet, not even scolding me as she drove. I still had tears in my eyes as I squirmed, my bare behind in contact with the van's leather seat. It reminded me that my behind would soon be feeling even more pain.

To my dismay, as we drove up to our house and into our driveway, Mrs. Robertson, our next door neighbor and a close friend of mom, was outside, and came over. As I reluctantly got out of the van, I could see the surprised look she had when she realized that my skirt was pinned up in back.

“Beth? What on earth.....?”

I didn't have a change to respond as mom did that for me.

“This naughty little girl was caught smoking in school today and the headmaster called me because she was sent to her office for a previous paddling. Of course, this brat never told me about that.”

Then mom, to show Mrs. Robertson her displeasure with me, bent me under her arm, my bare behind facing the street.

“MOM!!! Please, take me inside and punish me there!!! Someone will see me!!!”

My pleas had no effect.

“Don't tell me what to do, young lady. All you need to do is behave and you won't have to worry about being spanked inside or outside. And don't worry, I will be punishing you inside as well.”

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

I felt mom's hand smacking my seat, and prayed that no one would walk by.

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

Mom then stopped spanking and just kept me bent over, as she chatted with our neighbor. To my shame, I heard the sounds of people walking by, and exclamations about my embarrassing position. This made me even more embarrassed and caused me to complain once again.

This was not a good idea. Mom did stand me up, but she didn't take me inside. Instead, she took me to the front steps, sat down and turned me over her knees. She didn't start spanking immediately, which I recognized as not a good thing. That was confirmed when the spanking did start.

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

I howled in pain as mom's hairbrush repeatedly smacked my already sore behind. Mom was not showing any mercy on me, telling me how angry she was with me by spanking me again so soon after I was spanked in school. Once again, I was sobbing loudly and no longer caring who might be seeing me as I was being soundly punished.

The spanking stopped, but I continued to sob as mom left me face down across her knees as she resumed chatting with Mrs. Robertson. With the spanking stopped, I was once again more aware of my surroundings and shivered as cars passed by, some making it obvious that its occupants had noticed my embarrassing position. I had to remain face down over my mom's knees while she chatted for about 15 minutes more, but it sure felt longer than that. Finally Mrs. Robertson excused herself and returned home. Mom stood me up, and grabbing my ear, took me inside and marched me to an empty corner and had me stand facing the corner as if I was 10, rather than being a 17 year old teenager. Warning me not to rub, she left me there. I had to stand in the corner for 20 minutes, and it was a long 20 minutes until mom came and told me I could go to my room.

I remained in my room all evening. At dinnertime, my brother, Jay, brought in my supper. He didn't say much, just telling me he felt bad for me. As I remained in my room and time passed, I was surprised I wasn't called out of my room to get punished in the living room. However, at no time did I think I was going to remain unpunished all evening.

Not too long before I usually go to bed, mom and dad came in. My heart sunk at dad's presence and my eyes opened wide when I saw mom with the hairbrush and dad holding the paddle. I was told to sit up on the bed (I was reading while laying on the bed.) and they both proceeded to scold and lecture me. I knew the lecture was over when mom pulled out the chair, sat down on it and called me over. I was now wearing pajamas and when I stood in front of mom, she lowered my pajama bottoms and turned me over her knees.

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

Once more, the hairbrush rained spank after spank on my bare seat.

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

As mom spanked and spanked, I knew that this was going to be a bad one. I sobbed, and bawled, as that awful brush continued to pound away at my burning behind. Then finally it stopped. I continued to bawl and I was left over my mom's knees until my crying had stopped.

Then I saw my dad walk over to my bed and place two pillows at the end of the bed. Once he had done that, mom helped me up and walked me over to the end of the bed and had me bend over the pillows, causing my behind to be sticking up in the air.

SMACK!

I wailed at the first smack of the paddle.

SMACK!

Dad didn't paddle fast. He allowed time for each spank to sink in and a few moments more before he applied the next spank.

SMACK!

Each paddle spank really got me howling. Whenever I got paddled, the usual custom was to get one spank for each year of my age. So, after I got the fifth spank, and there was a longer than usual pause, I was surprised.

“I think you have been punished enough tonight, Beth.”

I was relieved at dad's statement. At least I was until his next statement.

“You'll get the remainder of your paddling tomorrow morning before school. That will remind you to behave in school.”

I didn't know whether to be unhappy to have the rest of my paddling delayed or happy to not get the remaining 12 spanks right then. I knew I would have a stinging behind to take with me to school.

The next morning, I got dressed and ate breakfast. Mom then told me to go to the living room. Unlike the night before, this paddling would not be in private as Jay and Justin were there, dressed for school themselves.

Before the paddling, however, mom took me over to the chair and stood me in front of her and reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. She grabbed my arm and pulled me across her waiting lap. Almost immediately, she began spanking me with her hand. This juvenile punishment continued until I was sobbing.

“I hope you are learning your lesson, Beth. Be grateful I am not using the hairbrush on your bare behind instead of my hand. Now stand up.”

I did as I was told and mom grabbed my arm and led me to the back of couch. It was difficult to do so with my panties at my knees, but hobbing, I was able to manage it.

“Ok, Beth, over you go. Bend right over so your behind is nice and high. I want it really sticking up.”

I sighed and bent over. Over the couch, I was even more bent over than in my room, when I was bent over the two pillows. I could feel my behind really sticking up in the air, waiting for the paddle mom was now holding in her hand.

SMACK!

Mom didn't paddle as slowly as dad did, so after one smack, the next one came soon afterwards. I was yelling out in pain after each smack and I was really sobbing my eyes out.

SMACK!

It was awful, that paddle smacking my sore bottom while Jay and Justin watched their older sister get paddled. They stayed silent to avoid mom's wrath. They had learned long ago, with the help of a hairbrush or paddle, that they better not laugh, giggle or tease their brother of sister after a spanking, no matter how embarrassing or public.

SMACK!

The twelfth and final smack smacked my behind hard and I just sobbed and sobbed until I finally calmed down. I then felt mom help me off the couch and stood there as mom pulled up my panties. Right then, I felt like a little girl. Especially when mom lightly smacked my seat and told me, “If I were you, I'd be very careful about giving any of your teachers a reason to paddle you.”

She then hugged me and I left for school. I had to do more than be careful about avoiding the paddle at school. I had to be careful about sitting down and making it obvious that I had been spanked before going to school.

Beth took a breath and sighed. She was finally done. She saved the file and printed it, adding it to the other sheets that she had printed previously. Then she glanced at the clock. It was later than she thought. She got up fast, grabbed her bags and rushed out of her room. She didn't think it would be a good idea to arrive late at Mrs. Donovan's.

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Part 32

Beth got into her car and looked at the time and her face turned ashen. It was later than she had thought and she would have a problem getting to Mrs. Donovan's on time. It brought back memories of when she was a teen and late returning home. As when she was a teen, her behind tingled in anticipation or fear of what might happen.

To her dismay, Beth got to Mrs. Donovan's home later than she was asked to. She rang the bell and waited for the door to open. It was Mrs. Donovan who opened the door and let her in.

“Come on in, Beth. You do know I expected you here twenty minutes ago?”

As if she was 15, Beth looked down, “I am sorry, Mrs. Donovan. My reports took longer than I expected.”

“Well, I think I heard that excuse before when I was teaching. Now don't just stand in the doorway, come on inside.”

Beth walked into the living room. On the couch sat Mrs. Donovan's two boys, Tim and Sean and her niece, Colleen. They looked unhappy, seemingly not wanting to be there. After noticing the three teens, something else caught Beth's eyes. It was a stool, similar to those at the school, placed in the center of the living room. On the top of it, laid a hairbrush. She wondered, was it for her? She couldn't help but stare at it. But she was interrupted.

“You can hold on to your report until I ask for it, Beth. Come over to the stool, Beth.”

Beth blushed. “Are you going to spank me?”

Mrs. Donovan smiled. “Silly girl, of course I am. Don't you think you deserve it?”

“But.....they are here!!” Beth complained, looking at the trio on the couch.

“Yes, they are. They will see what happens when rules are not obeyed. And learn what will happen if they try smoking. Now, come over here, Beth.”

Sighing, Beth walked over to the stool. Mrs. Donovan stood in front of the stool and turned Beth sideways. She felt the back of her skirt being lifted and then, shortly, to her surprise, she realized that it was pinned up. She felt glad that she was facing the couch. Especially so when she felt the waistband of her panties being grabbed and then pulled down. They were pulled down to her ankles and she was instructed to step out of them.

Mrs. Donovan picked up the hairbrush and sat down on the stool. Pulling Beth to her right, she helped Beth go across her knees. Looking at Colleen, Tim and Sean, she expected them to laugh or giggle at the sight of her being put over a knee at her age. But they didn't, their faces still displaying unhappiness.

Beth quickly had something else to think about as she felt the first spank of the hairbrush across her upturned behind.

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

Twenty spanks were applied causing Beth to start crying. Then the spanking suddenly stopped.

“Hand me your reports, Beth. Let's see what happened when you were a naughty teenager.”

Her face red, she reached back with the large envelope she was holding and handed it off to Mrs. Donovan. She heard the papers being removed

Then, to her surprise, Mrs. Donovan began reading aloud her experience at her friend's slumber party. Beth, of course, remained over Mrs. Donovan's knees, and had no choice but to listen to what she had written about her first experience. The reading of her account was only interrupted by an occasional smack of the brush, keeping Beth's behind warm.

When she finished, Mrs. Donovan remarked, “That was quite an experience, Beth.”

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

Once again, Mrs. Donovan smacked Beth's seat twenty times with the hairbrush, causing loud wails from Beth. Then she continued, reading out loud about Beth's experience getting spanked at home by he mom and neighbor and the next afternoon, being spanked with her friend, Neale.

“I wonder if this Neale ever got another spanking?”

Beth never had a chance to respond as once again, she received twenty spanks with the hairbrush, causing even more wailing. Then Mrs. Donovan began reading about Beth's third experience. This time, Mrs. Donovan chuckled at the parts where Beth was paddled and later spanked at school.

“I see you were on the other end of the paddle or ruler when you were in high school, young lady. You were a really naughty girl. One that obviously didn't learn from her lessons.”

Then the spanking resumed and this time, the spanks didn't stop at 20. Instead, the spanking continued and Beth soon was bawling and howling in pain from the repeated application of the hairbrush on her now red behind.

Stopping the spanking, Mrs. Donovan proceeded to give Beth instructions on her responsibilities, ironically, while Beth was childishly bottoms up over her headmaster's knees.

“While I am away, I expect you to ensure that these three behave themselves. I know that you have already spanked Colleen soundly and I am sure you will have no hesitation in putting Tim or Sean across your knees for a good bare bottomed spanking as well. There's another point I want to make as well. The only punishment I use is spanking. I believe in punishing right when they behave, if I am present, or at least giving out part of the punishment right on the spot. I guess you are aware of that. That means that if you are out with any of them, and they misbehave, not only do you have permission to turn them over your knees and bare their behinds, I expect you to do so. If others see them getting spanked, well, they shouldn't misbehave when out of the house.”

Draped over Mrs. Donovan's knees, her behind still burning, Beth felt funny listening to her instructions. She was already aware that Mrs. Donovan wouldn't hesitate to spank in public and felt even more thankful that her panties weren't pulled down when she was caught smoking the day before. In some ways, Mrs. Donovan and her mother were similar. With no recourse, Beth remained bent over the knees of her employer as she continued to give instructions.

“You might have noticed that Colleen and boys seem unhappy. Well, they should be since they misbehaved while we were out shopping this morning. I gave them each a good, but short spanking when it happened, and promised them that they would get the rest of their punishment here. Once I finish your spanking, young lady, I would like you to turn each one over your knees and give them a good, sound spanking. That will also serve as a reminder to behave while I am away.”

Beth cringed when she heard Mrs. Donovan tell her that her spanking wasn't over yet. Her hopes that it was over was in vain. She felt Mrs. Donovan adjust her a bit, signaling that the spanking was about to resume.

Beth howled in pain as the spanking resumed with hard hairbrush spanks on the lower part of her bottom, where she sits. Each biting smack of the brush caused more anguish for the poor housemother.

“I hope I never have to spank you again, Elizabeth Ashley. Especially for smoking. Just a few more spanks and it will be over.”

Ten more spanks rained down on Beth's 'spank spot' causing her howling to continue unabated. Then it stopped.

“Ok, young lady, you can get up now.”

With a little help, Beth got up. She wanted so much to reach back and rub, but somehow resisted, intuitively knowing it wasn't allowed.

“Ok, Beth, time for you to discipline these three naughty children. Sit down and you can start with whomever you wish.”

Beth wasn't sure she could sit down, or wanted to.

“Can I have a pillow?”

Mrs. Donovan chuckled. “No, I don't think so, Beth. Your behind will remind you what happens when you disobey at the same time you are reminding Colleen, Tim and Sean of the same thing. Now, no more delaying.”

Beth was about to ask if she could unpin the back of her skirt, but realized that would be denied to her as well and didn't want to annoy Mrs. Donovan any further. So, taking a deep breath, she eased herself as gingerly as she could on the hard wooden seat of the stool. Even so, she jumped up from her behind's contact with the stool, and yelled out in pain. Then, taking another deep breath, she sat down once again, this time staying down. Steeling herself to ignore the pain, she called Colleen over, taking the oldest of the three on the couch first.

Standing Colleen in front of her, still crying, she scolded Colleen for misbehaving in the morning while she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them. Then taking her arm, she pulled her over to her right and helped her across her knees. Instructing Colleen to lift up, she grabbed the waistband of Colleen's panties and lowered them to the hollows of Colleen's knees. Reaching behind her, she picked up the hairbrush and without wasting any time, began spanking the teenager.

It didn't take long for Colleen to start crying from the painful smacks of the hairbrush. As Beth continued spanking, Colleen's crying turned louder and more anguished, and soon was bawling her eyes out from the painful spanking. Beth ended the spanking when she felt Colleen had learned her lesson. Colleen may or may not have appreciated it, but Beth didn't pay any extra attention to her 'sit spot', instead choosing to spank all over, leaving Colleen's behind equally crimson.

After pulling up Colleen's panties, she let the sobbing girl up, who stepped away but didn't reach down to pull her jeans back up.

“Ok, Timmy, your turn.”

Tim Donovan didn't like to be called “Timmy” but thought it would be an inopportune time to complain about it. Instead, with a little tear in his eyes, he walked over to his new babysitter. Blushing, he stood in front of Beth as she lowered his jeans. As much as it embarrassed him to stand there while his jeans were lowered by someone who he had never met before, it was still better than having to stand in front of his mom in the middle of the mall while she took his jeans down. It got even worse when he was turned over his mom's knees and his behind bared, prior to his mom giving him a short but hard spanking with the hairbrush.

As with Colleen, she turned Tim over her lap before lowering his underpants. Then she proceeded to give Tim his spanking, leaving Tim bawling. As with Colleen, she covered his behind before letting him up. Then, looking at Sean, she called him over. Having seen his brother and cousin get spanked, he already was crying softly as he walked slowly over to Beth. Hs jeans were taken down and he found himself being upended over Beth's knees. His behind was bared, and was spanked soundly, leaving him sobbing loudly. After his underpants were pulled up, he was stood up.

“Ok, everyone, it's time to go stand in the corner.”

Hearing their mom or aunt giving out instructions, Colleen, Tim and Sean walked over to separate corners, lowered their underwear and stood facing the corner obviously well-trained on what they needed to do.

Beth, meanwhile, stood there watching the three teens obey Mrs. Donovan.

“Now, Beth, why are you just standing there? I did say ‘everyone’ didn't I?”

Shocked that Mrs. Donovan meant her as well, she protested, “You mean... you mean, you meant me as well? NOOOOO!!!!”

Before Beth realized it, Mrs. Donovan had walked over to Beth, took the hairbrush out of Beth's hand and bent Beth over her left arm, like she had on the street just the day before.

“Why wouldn't I mean you? Didn't you just get spanked as well?”

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

The spanks re-ignited the burning she had felt earlier as Beth once again began crying from the painful spanks on her already very sore behind. Then she was stood up and felt her ear grabbed and she was marched over to the same corner where Colleen stood and put next to her.

As Mrs. Donovan went to get her suitcase for her trip, she left in the living room, a tableau of four well spanked and red bottomed individuals facing the corner, with the oldest, Beth Ashley, feeling more like a little kid than a grownup.

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Part 33

It was a peaceful few days for Beth and her charges. Other then an admonitory word here and there, it had not been necessary for Beth to have to turn any of the three over her knees.

This all ended on Tuesday when she went to pick up the three of them after school. They only had a half day, due to the upcoming holiday and there was no school the following day. A few minutes after she arrived at the front of the school, Colleen and Sean emerged and came over. However, Tim was not there. Colleen informed Beth that he would be an hour late since he got detention for talking too much in class.

Annoyed, Beth told Sean and Colleen that they would do a couple of errands before returning for Tim and then going to McDonald's for lunch. When they returned to the school, Beth got out of the car to await Tim's arrival. After a few minutes had passed, she saw Tim come out of the front door of the school and head toward her and her car.

As he approached her, she shook her head. “Tim, a half day and no school until next week and you have to act up in school? What were you thinking?”

Tim shrugged his shoulders. “What's the big deal? The teacher's a jerk anyway. Just leave me alone.”

Beth wasn't willing to ‘leave it alone’. “Not a big deal? Tim, you need to show more responsibility. Especially when you know I would be picking you up.”

Tim then dug himself a hole. “Just shut the fuck up, will ya? You're not my mom.”

Beth was shocked at Tim's language. “I may not be your mom, young man, but I am in charge and I do have permission, no, make that instructions to discipline you when you misbehave. And right now, you have just dug yourself a grave, young man.”

The next thing Tim felt was Beth's grabbing his wrist and pulling him over to the nearby bench.

“Wha...what are you doing?”

Beth chuckled. “I think you know very well what I am doing, or about to do. I am not going to tolerate such language and behavior. I was going to wait until we got home before turning you over my knees. But since you choose to express yourself like that, you can go across my knees right here and now.”

Beth pulled the teenager over to the bench and sat down, pinning him between her legs. She reached over and unbuckled his belt, slapping away his attempt to keep her from taking his pants down.

“Don't fight me, Tim, unless you want to make it even worse for yourself.”

Tim stopped resisting, realizing that his fate was sealed. In fact, as he stood there while his pants were being taken down, he already had a few tears, realizing his embarrassing predicament.

Once his pants were at his knees, Beth's released him from between her knees and pulled him over to her right side and over her lap. Tim was silently beseeching Beth to leave his underpants up. To his dismay and humiliation, he felt Beth's hand grab the waistband of his underpants and slowly lower them.

“Please, not here.” He pleaded.

Beth was having none of it. “Oh, your attitude is a little different now, young man. Well, it's a little too late for that. Maybe next time you will think before you speak.”

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

Quickly, Beth began spanking, smacking Tim's behind with the flat of her hand. From the first spank, Tim yelped in pain, and it got louder as more spanks fell. He didn't dare turn his head, as if the act of not seeing anyone, would translate to nobody walking by while in his embarrassing situation.

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

Beth continued to smack his bottom and Tim's tears changed to outright crying. Then the spanking stopped, and then it wasn't only his behind that was red when he heard a familiar voice.

“Well, well, what do we have here.”

It was same teacher that had given him detention. And now she was right there, seeing him getting spanked right in front of the school.

Beth paused the spanking, looking up. “Good afternoon, I am Elizabeth Ashley. I am taking care of these three while their mother is away for a few days, and she has given me complete authority to discipline them. I hope it doesn't bother you that I am spanking this naughty boy right here and now.”

“Oh no, not at all. Especially since I was the teacher that gave Tim his detention. You know, there are days when I wish I could turn a naughty student over my knees and give them a good sound spanking.”

Beth chuckled to herself, thinking that she was teaching at the wrong school. “I understand completely. As you watch me spank Tim, you can picture yourself in my place.”

Beth then turned to Colleen. “Colleen, could you hand me my pocketbook, please.”

Tim groaned upon hearing that. He knew what that meant.

Colleen got out of the car and handed the pocketbook to Beth, who opened it and pulled out her hairbrush, and gave the pocketbook back to Colleen.

Tim's teacher nodded as Beth gripped the brush and got ready to resume the spanking.

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

Both the spanks and Tim's cries were louder as the spanking resumed. Beth concentrated the spanks on the lower part of Tim's behind, where he sits, causing Tim to really cry out in pain.

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

Beth applied a final series of spanks, really causing Tim to bawl from the painful spanks and then rested the hairbrush on Sean's red behind.

Once again, Tim's teacher nodded her approval, wished all of them a Happy Thanksgiving, and left. Beth handed the hairbrush to Colleen and then raised Tim's underpants and then helped the sobbing boy to his feet. Quickly Tim pulled up his pants and with a hard smack from Beth, quickly got into the car.

The drive to McDonald's was quiet, with the exception of Tim's crying which gradually got less and less. By the time they had reached the local McDonald's, Tim no longer had any tears. He was pretty sullen, though, as the four of them went inside. Ordering, and getting their food, they went to an empty table. In a foul mood, Tim got the table and slammed the tray down, causing his coke to spill over the table and floor.

“TIM DONOVAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

Tim just stood there, shocked at what he just done. He suddenly realized that he had once again gone too far, and noticed how quiet the restaurant had become.

“Tim, clean up that mess right now.”

Tim nodded and got some paper towels and cleaned up the soda that was spilt on the table, the chair and the floor. After depositing the wet towels in the trash containers, he slowly walked back to his table.

Without any resistance, he allowed Beth to take his wrist and pull him over to her chair. He didn't even resist as she stood him to her right side and undid and lowered his pants to his knees. He then found himself being bent over Beth's lap for the second time that day. He knew what would happen next. He felt the waistband of his underpants being grabbed and then felt them being lowered to his knees.

Beth had already taken her hairbrush out.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Beth applied three spanks with the brush and suddenly stopped. She placed the hairbrush on the table, but kept the boy over her knees and resumed the spanking, but with her hand.

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

With his behind already sore from the earlier spanking, Tim soon was sobbing as Beth's hand repeatedly smacked his upturned seat. She smacked all over his seat, from the summit of the cheeks to the lower part where Tim's behind met his thighs. That especially caused Tim to howl.

The sound of the hand spanks resounded throughout the restaurant as the other patrons watched in amazement. For the younger customers, they squirmed a little in sympathy for the boy being childishly spanked, and with the hope that their parent would never resort to spanking them in public like that boy.

Beth's spanking seemed to go on and on and it was one well-spanked boy with a red behind when she finally stopped applying spank after spank to the bawling teen. She kept the Tim over her knees while he slowly regained some composure. She was surprised, and Tim embarrassed, by the reaction of most of the witnesses to the spanking. At first, she could heard the sound of a clap or two, and then more and more customers joined in giving Beth applause for the spanking she had just administered. She was embarrassed, in a different way than Tim, of course, by the attention to what she felt was a normal consequence to Tim's childish behavior. It was the reason she had put the hairbrush down and decided to use her hand to spank the naughty boy. She felt that his childish behavior merited his being hand spanked, a more normal punishment for a younger boy.

Finally, Tim stopped his crying and Beth raised his underpants and then stood the boy on his feet. She then pulled up his pants, raised the zipper and buckled his belt, further embarrassing the teenager and then Tim was able to sit down, though uncomfortably, and squirm while eating his lunch. As Tim sat down, Beth was surprised, but pleased when Tim apologized for his behavior. She was even more pleased when, on their way out after eating, he hugged her and apologized once again. Beth, though while pleased, couldn't help but wonder whether part of his apology was to somehow forestall any further spanking when they got home. Meanwhile Sean and Colleen ate quietly, not forgetting that the hairbrush still remained on the table.

When they got home, Beth allowed all three of them to go out and see their friends. They were all reminded of when supper will be and admonished to return on time. After all of them left, Beth got her book and read for a while, thinking about what she felt she had to do that evening.

All three returned home on time and they all ate supper that Beth had prepared. After all four of them had cleared the table and cleaned up the dirty dishes, she suggested that perhaps they all would like to watch a DVD that evening, which would be the last evening that Beth would be sitting for them. Tim looked surprised, thinking of what he thought might happen to him. He looked inquiring at Beth, who smiled.

“Tim, just watch the movie, and not think about later, ok?”

His fears confirmed, Tim nodded and joined the others in the living room. They watched “Cheaper by the Dozen”, the newer version starring Steve Martin and they all enjoyed it, even Tim, who temporarily forgot about what would happen later.

However, the movie had to end sooner or later and Beth got up. Tim looked at her, Beth nodded, and Tim got up, sadly knowing that he was about to punished. Beth walked out of the living room and Tim followed her until she got to the bathroom. She stepped aside and motioned for Tim to go in, which he did and Beth followed him in, closing the door behind her.

“Tim, you do know I must punish you further for your behavior today?”

Tim looked down, but nodded, “Yeah, I know. I am really sorry, Beth.”

“I know that, Tim. I realize that. But you were very naughty today. Now come over to the sink.”

Tim did as he was instructed and was standing at the sink, having a sinking feeling about what was going to happen. He felt Beth's hand begin undoing his belt and then continuing on to lower his pants which Beth instructed Tim to step out of. He then had to raise his arms as she took his jersey and undershirt off, leaving Tim dressed in only his underpants and socks.

Beth then turned on the water and let it run. Taking some Ivory Soap, she wet it and then told Tim to open his mouth. With tears in his eyes already, he did what he was told and the small bar of soap was put in his mouth. He resisted the urge to throw up from the awful taste of the soap as he was bent over and his underpants were pulled down in back.

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

Beth smacked Tim's bare seat ten times, causing him to cry out. Then she had Tim spit the soap out and then she pulled up his underpants. She got a glass of water and allowed Tim to rinse his mouth out. Telling him to pick his clothes up, they left the bathroom and went to his room, where she put his clothes in the hamper. She told Tim to remain where he was and she left the room momentarily, returning shortly with their ‘spanking stool’, one that Beth was familiar with, partly to her regret.

Sitting down on the stool, she called Tim over and then turned him over her knees. Tim was relieved that Beth had not returned with the hairbrush, but he was still dreading being spanked once again. She lowered his underpants, this time removing them completely.

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

Beth started spanking Tim with rapid-fire spanks, soon causing Tim to start sobbing. Not wanting to overdo his bedtime spanking, this spanking was not nearly as long as the one she gave Tim at McDonald's. Once stopped, as at McDonald's, she kept Tim over her lap until his crying subsided and then stood him up, with Tim facing away. She had him put his pajamas on, and then he turned around, and they hugged, with Beth patting his seat. She then helped Tim into bed and tucked him in. Before she left, Tim had a question for her.

“Will you be here when we get up?”

“Yes, Tim, I won't be leaving until right after breakfast.”

“I am glad. Goodnight Beth.”

“Goodnight Tim.”

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Part 34

The last thing Beth expected the next morning was misbehavior by her charges after Tim's spankings the day before. However, while Tim knew better than to put himself in jeopardy of going over Beth's knees again, that wasn't true of Sean and Colleen.

Even before breakfast, Sean and Colleen were sniping at each other and Beth had to warn them before they sat down to eat breakfast.

“If the two of you don't want “hot buns” for breakfast, you better stop this arguing.”

Despite the warning, they didn't stop while they were eating breakfast. Sighing, Beth pushed her chair back.

“Ok, Colleen, come over here.”

“Please, Beth, I'll be good, don't spank me!” pleaded the high school student.

“You're a little late for that, young lady. I warned you and you didn't listen. Now you are going to be punished for disobeying me. Now, I am going to ask you one final time, come over here, don't make me come and get you.”

With an exasperated sigh, as only a teenaged girl can come out with, Colleen relunctantly got up and walked over to her babysitter.

“I'd lose that attitude if I were you, Colleen.”

Beth reached over to Colleen, who had finally made her way over to Beth's chair, and undid Colleen's shorts and lowered them to her knees, and Beth had Colleen step out of them, leaving Colleen only in her panties from her waist down. Then grabbing Colleen's arm, she pulled the girl over her lap. Quickly, Beth grabbed the waistband of Colleen's panties and lowered them, baring Colleen's behind to the view of three others.

Putting her hand around the back of Colleen, Beth began Colleen's spanking, using only her hand. Quickly she applied spank after spank, as Colleen cried out in pain. Despite only using her hand, the hard handspanks soon had Colleen in tears.

Beth continued the spanking until Colleen was crying profusely and then stopped.

“Now, you can go and sit down and finish your breakfast.”

Beth raised Colleen's panties and let her up.

“Can't I put my shorts back on?”

“No, you may not. If I wanted you with them on, I wouldn't have removed them in the first place. No more discussion, sit down and eat.”

Colleen did as she was told and returned to her chair. Sitting down, she winced and, sullenly, began to pick at her breakfast. Meanwhile, Beth had called Sean over. Already resigned to his fate, Sean stood up and walked over to Beth. He knew that pleading wouldn't do any good and didn't want to make it any worse for himself.

He stood next to Beth as she removed his shorts, just as she did with Colleen and then, also like Colleen, found himself being turned over Beth's knees. His underpants were lowered and almost immediately after, his spanking began. Even quicker than Colleen, Sean was in tears and was crying hard. When she finished Sean's spanking, she pulled up his underpants and and stood him up, instructing him to sit down and finish his breakfast.

Hoping for no further interruptions, Beth went back to her own breakfast. That was the case, and Beth finished eating. After breakfast, her three charges cleaned up, Colleen and Sean still only in panties and underpants. Then, when finished, she had all three of them go to the living room.

To the dismay of Colleen and Sean, she marched each of them to a separate corner and, once facing the corner, she lowered Colleen's panties and Sean's underpants.

Telling them to remain there, and to keep their hands in front of them, she went to her room and packed, knowing that Mrs. Donovan would be arriving soon. Bringing her bag to the living room, she glanced at the two naughty children in the corner, seeing they were obeying Beth's instructions.

She then left the room momentarily, but returned shortly, with two items. One was the stool that Mrs. Donovan had sat in when she had spanked Beth upon her arrival and on which Beth had to sit down on with her own behind bare and well-spanked in order to spank Colleen, Tim and Sean on the direction of Mrs. Donovan.

The other item was Mrs. Donovan's hairbrush, which was used on Beth's behind as well as on the other three sets of behinds.

Walking over to Colleen, Beth grabbed Colleen's ear and brought her out of the corner and over to the chair. Yelping and hobbling, with her panties at her knees, Colleen had no choice but to accompany Beth to the stool, but still pleaded to be spared. Beth didn't verbally respond, but her actions did all the talking as she helped Colleen across her knees. Removing Colleen's panties, she then took firm hold of the hairbrush, and began the spanking.

While not a long spanking, it was long enough to result in Colleen sobbing loudly. She then stood Colleen up and escorted the sobbing girl back to the corner, reminding her to not think about reaching back to rub her red behind.

Then it was Sean's turn to have his ear grabbed and he was brought over to the stool. Over Beth's knees, his underpants were taken off and then his spanking began.

As with Colleen, Sean was soon sobbing loudly from the painful smacks of the wooden hairbrush which left his behind red. Then he was put back in the corner. Now there were two red behinds on display in the living room.

Colleen and Sean might have hoped that their corner time might have passed without their aunt or mother arriving while they were childishly displayed, but the sound of the front door opening ten minutes later dashed their hopes.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Mrs. Donovan exclaimed as she took in the sight of the bare bottoms of her niece and son. “I see someone couldn't behave while I was away. I am sorry, Beth, that you had to spank them. Did Tim behave, or did he have to go across your lap as well?”

Beth and Mrs. Donovan had a short conversation on what had taken place while she was gone. Mrs. Donovan had completely agreed with how Beth handled Tim's behavior of the previous day, including spanking Tim in front of the school and at McDonald's. She even considered giving Tim a spanking herself, but was persuaded not to by Beth.

Sean and Colleen weren't quite as lucky, as she went over to each of them, one at a time, and had them bend over under her left arm. Then taking the hairbrush from Beth, she gave each of them ten hard spanks with the brush, causing fresh sobbing from each of them.

Then to Sean and Colleen's relief, they were allowed to get dressed, Beth going to the kitchen to retrieve their shorts. Once they were dressed, it was almost time for Beth to leave. She went to her room to make sure she hadn't left anything behind and then returned.

As she got to the living room, Sean, Tim and Colleen rushed over to hug Beth, which greatly surprised and pleased her. After they all hugged, the three teens insisted on taking Beth's bags out to her car, and while they did so, Beth said her goodbyes to Mrs. Donovan.

“Well, Beth, I guess you made quite the impression on them, including Tim, who's not the worse for wear after getting spanked three times yesterday. Again, I want to thank you for helping me out, even with the unpleasant beginning.”

Beth winced at the memory of the spanking she had received when she had arrived at the Donovan's. She winced again when Mrs. Donovan reminded Beth of when Beth was in her office the previous week, about to be punished.

“Beth, you do remember when you were in my office what awful name you called Mrs. Marshall?”

Beth turned red, as she remembered that she had called Mrs. Marshall a “bitch” to Mrs. Donovan. She also remembered that Mrs. Donovan had said she would be punished for that. Was Mrs. Donovan going to spank her for that?

“I told you then that you would be punished for that. But, I am not going to be the one to punish you. When you return to the school, you are to pay a visit to my office, or rather, to Mrs. Marshall's office. You are to tell her what you called her and then ask her to punish you. I don't think she will be very happy with you.”

Beth knew that was a very huge understatement. She was sure that Mrs. Marshall would be angry with her and that Beth's behind would pay dearly.

“I would suggest that you obey me, Beth. Otherwise, it would mean another appointment in my office and you still would be required to get punished by Mrs. Marshall.”

Beth nodded. She knew that there was no other choice but to obey Mrs. Donovan. Not unless she wanted to give up her job.

As she turned to leave, Mrs. Donovan called her back and then went over to her and hugged her. Despite what Mrs. Donovan had told her, she felt pleased that Mrs. Donovan would hug her anyway. She went to her car, said her final goodbyes and left. It was time for her to return home for Thanksgiving and she looked forward to seeing her parents and even her brothers.

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Part 35

Beth's home was some distance away, so she didn't arrive until around 1:30. As she approached her house, she noticed that her mom was sitting on the porch, which wasn't unusual for her. Then she noticed that Jay, her younger brother was on the porch as well. As she drove in front of the house, prior to pulling into the driveway, she was startled by the sight of Jay standing there with his pants and underpants at his knees and her mom shaking a hairbrush at him. Wondering what Jay had done, she parked the car in the driveway. Taking two of her bags with her, she went to the front porch.

By this time, Jay was not standing, but across his mom's knees, and she heard him sniffling. She noticed that his behind was already rosy, but it seemed that it wasn't from any recent spanks.

“Hello Beth, welcome home. Your brother was very naughty in school and was sent to the office. He got spanked by Mrs. Bowman. You remember her, don't you, Beth?”

Blushing, Beth nodded, remembering her too well, especially that time when she was turned over her knee and got a painful ruler spanking on her bare bottom. She also wasn't surprised that Jay was getting another spanking by their mom. Feeling bad for her brother, she started to head inside when her mom stopped her.

“How was school, dear? Everything good? Your babysitting job turn out ok?”

Beth would later scold herself, but at that moment, Beth lied. “Yeah, everything is cool. It's a great school. No problem at Mrs. Donovan's.”

“That's good. Could you do me a favor and come over here for a moment, Beth?”

“Sure.”

Beth walked over to mom and then was shocked when she reached over to my shorts and began undoing them.

“Wha...what are you doing?” Beth stepped away.

“What am I doing? Don't step away. Everything is cool at school, huh? Is getting spanked by Mrs. Donovan ‘cool’? Is SMOKING cool? Or lying to me?”

“Mom!! Please, not here!!!”

“Young lady, I am going to bare your bottom and put you over the railing while I spank your naughty brother. If you prefer being bent over with your behind facing the street, keep on resisting.”

Beth sighed and stood there while her mom took her shorts and panties down. Then she had Beth bend over and grab her knees.

SMACK!

Once Beth was bent over, her mom gave her five hard smacks of the hairbrush and then told her to bend over the railing while she dealt with her brother. Before bending over, her mom handed Beth a pillow to bend over across. With no choice in the matter, she walked over to the railing, put the pillow over the railing and bent over it, knowing her behind was really sticking up in the air. As she looked behind her, she noticed that she would be able to see her brother's spanking, though upside down.

“You'll be interested to know, young lady, that Mrs.Bowman had to spank Jay for the same reason she spanked you. I guess, unfortunately, that Jay has taken after you at least in one respect. Jay, why don't you tell Beth what happened in Mrs. Bowman's office?”

“Oh mom, it's too embarrassing,” pleaded Beth's brother.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Five times, Mrs. Ashley smacked Jay's bare seat.

“You're in no position, young man, to disobey me. Maybe I ought to have you ask Mrs. Bowman to spank you again when you go back to school.”

“Please, no, mom!!” Jay begged.

“We'll see, now do what I said.”

Sighing, Jay, draped over his mom's knees, his upraised behind in the air, began relating to Beth and his mom what happened in the office.

“I was sent to the office and had to sit down in the outer office while the secretary went inside to talk to Mrs. Bowman. Then she returned, but I had to continue to sit and wait.”

“Yes, I know. Mrs. Bowman called me. I told her to go ahead and punish you and not wait for me to get there. Continue.”

Jay resumed his narration. “Eventually, the door opened and Mrs. Bowman called me in. She closed the door behind us and walked me over to a chair. I was surprised, expecting her to bend me over her desk. However, instead, she stood me in front of her and she lowered my jeans and then put me over her knees. She then lowered my underpants, leaving my seat bare. She then told me that you had given her permission to spank me this way, rather than by the usual paddling. She began spanking me with her ruler, fast and hard, until I was sobbing loudly. She didn't stop until I was bawling my eyes out and then she stood me up and put me in the corner, my behind still bared.”

Jay hesitated, which got him smacked five more times and once again prompted to continue.

“I was in the corner until you arrived. You complimented Mrs. Bowman on doing a good job. And told her that it was only the start. Then you came up behind me and smacked me ten times with your hand and then pulled my underpants and jeans up. Taking me by the hand, we left and went outside to the car where you bared me and gave me 25 spanks with the hairbrush. Then here where you got the stool and then Beth came.”

“Thank you, Jay.”

Then his mother began spanking and as Jay howled in pain, Beth winced at the intensity of it. Her mom was really whaling his behind and Beth squirmed and her behind tingled in anticipation of what she would be getting herself shortly. Beth could always tell when her mom was really angry. Instead of just spanking, she would spank hard and also scold and lecture during the spanking. And that was exactly what her mom was doing right now. Then, while the spanking was continuing, Beth, to her horror, realized that they were about to have company. Walking in front of her house was her brother and his friend, Jimmy Robertson and also Jimmy's mom, who were neighbors. Mrs. Robertson and her mom was close friends, and to her regret, had even spanked Beth on a number of occasions. Beth felt her face turn red as they approached the porch and came on up.

“Hi boys, hi Janice. Can you believe this naughty boy was smoking in school? He was caught and sent to the office where Mrs. Bowman turned him over her knees and spanked his naughty bare behind. Just like she did one time to this naughty girl. Beth hasn't learnt to not smoke either which is a big ‘no no’ at her school. In fact, she got spanked by the headmaster there for it and then she had the nerve to lie to me about it.”

Beth turned even redder than she was already as her mom told Mrs. Robertson about her misdeeds. She remembered all too well that day when Mrs. Bowman, with the permission of her mom, had bared her behind and put her over her knees and spanked her. She imagined that as embarrassing as it was for her, it must have been even more embarrassing for her brother.

The respite that her brother received ended as the spanking resumed together with his brother's loud wailing. He was really bawling when the seemingly endless spanking finally ended. She gritted her teeth as she saw her brother being stood up and the next thing she knew, he was bent over next to her. Not for long, though, as her mom grabbed her ear and brought her to her feet and over to the chair where she was turned over her mom's knees. Her face was red, and her behind was soon to be, especially after seeing how red Jay's behind was.

Her mom didn't waste time and her spanking began. As she expected, it was painful. Her mom spanked hard and fast at the start. Then slowed as she began scolding Beth, all the while applying spank after spank to Beth's reddening bottom. Beth cries turned to sobs and wails as the pain of the spanking increased. She really howled when her mom applied the hairbrush to the lower part of her behind, near her thighs, which her mom did much too often for her liking.

When her mom finally ended the spanking, Beth was one very well-spanked girl. One that felt more like a little girl than the grownup she thought she was. Although with all the spankings she had received recently, it was difficult to think she was too grown up. To her embarrassment, her mom stood her up and put her back over the railing, next to her brother, who was no longer crying but just sniffling. She was sure they were quite a sight, their two red behinds sticking up in the air to the view of her brother, his friend and their neighbor.

They were kept on display like that for about 20 minutes while her mom and neighbor chatted. Then Beth found out it was going to get worse.

“Justin, could you go inside and get the paddle please?”

Beth and Jay both groaned. With no choice in the matter, Justin did what he was told and went inside, returning shortly with their mom's novelty paddle. He handed it over to his mom who walked behind Beth and Jay, who clenched their behinds in anticipation.

SMACK!

Beth yelled out in pain as the paddle smacked her seat.

SMACK!

Then Jay got his bottom smacked and he yelled out.

SMACK!

Alternating, Beth's mom applied the paddle to each of them and continued until she had given both of them 25 hard spanks of the paddle, leaving both of them howling in pain.

Then Beth's mom handed the paddle back to Justin.

“Please return this, Justin. Then you and Jimmy can go to your room or downstairs in the TV room. You've seen enough.”

Justin took the paddle and he and Jimmy went inside, knowing to disobey would mean spankings for them. Once the boys had left, Beth's mom grabbed Jay's ear and stood him up.

Then talking to Jay and Beth, she warned the two of them.

“Don't think your punishment is over and you better not annoy me the rest of this weekend, or I'll turn you right over my knees and spank you good and hard.”

“Janice, could you bring Beth inside?”

“Sure.”

Jay felt himself being taken inside. Meanwhile, Janice Robertson grabbed Beth's ear and pulled her up. Beth tried to dislodge the grip on her ear.

“I'm coming, you don't need to grab my ear. Just leave me alone. Beth tried to pull away but it was to no avail and only made it worse for herself.”

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

“Do what you are told, and don't fight me, young lady. I spanked you when you were younger and I'll spank you now, if you don't watch out.”

The additional spanks caused more sobbing from the poor girl as she now let her neighbor bring her inside where she was stood next to Jay in what was a formerly empty corner. At her age, it was even more embarrassing to be put in such a childish position.

“Janice, did Beth do something to cause you to smack her or were you just giving some extra.” From her mom's tone, you could tell that she didn't mind either. Janice Robertson told her it was due to Beth resisting, which annoyed Beth's mom further.

“I think, young lady, that you would try and avoid making it worse for yourself. Maybe I ought to have Mrs. Robertson spank you at Thanksgiving Dinner tomorrow.”

“Please mom, don't do that.” Beth pleaded.

“We'll see. If you are fortunate, I'll just have her spank you earlier tomorrow. It will be up to you.”

Beth and her brother were kept in the corner for 30 minutes. Then Jay was sent to his room after his underpants and pants were pulled up. Beth felt her panties and shorts being pulled up and she was sent outside to bring her stuff. Beth did so, hoping no one was around that had seen her bent over or spanked. She brought everything in and she was sent to her room for the rest of the afternoon.

Beth was glad to go there, but she knew it wasn't over for her yet.

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Part 36

At supper, both Beth and Jay were subdued, as they squirmed a bit from the earlier spankings. They both expected that their spankings weren't over yet, and wondered how bad it would be. After supper, they were sent back to their rooms, which Beth didn't mind at all.

Later that evening, Beth and Jay were called out to the living room. Both walked slowly to the living room, heads down and nervous. When they got there, they noticed that mom, dad and Justin were there.

Beth also noticed that on the coffee table was placed her mom's hairbrush, the same one that had been applied to her behind, as well as her brother's, earlier that day.

It was her dad that spoke.

“You both had quite a day, haven't you?”

Both Jay and Beth nodded.

“You both know how we feel about smoking, yet both of you have defied us, more than once. Your mother informed me that she spanked both of you very soundly today.”

Her dad paused, as if passing sentence on them.

“I had intended to send you to bed with a pair of red behinds,” her dad continued, looking at the hairbrush that Beth had noticed as they entered the room.

“However, I have decided that you have been spanked enough for one day.”

Beth let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short-lived when her dad let the ‘other shoe’ drop.

“That doesn't mean that your punishment is over. Before you leave for school, Beth, you can expect to be spanked by either or both of us. How severely will be determined by your behavior the rest of the week. As for you, Jay, you can expect the same, plus an additional spanking on Monday morning before school. Maybe having a sore behind at school will help convince you how serious we are about this. Now, both of you, you are excused to your rooms.”

Both Beth and Jay turned around and quickly retreated to their rooms, before their parents had change of heart. She was glad to escape being spanked that evening, but wasn't very happy to hear that she still had more punishment facing her. Still, being honest with herself, she realized that she probably had it coming to her.

The next morning, Beth was sent next door to get some chairs. Beth had an inking, however, that there was another purpose for her errand as Jimmy Robertson was over her house and Mr. Robertson was at the high school football game, leaving only Mrs. Robertson next door. So, with some measure of dread, she went next door.

Mrs. Robertson invited her into their kitchen, Beth having knocked on the back door.

“Good morning, Beth. Your mom said you would be over for some chairs. There they are by the door. But, before you return, there is one bit of unfinished business, isn't there? I can see from the expression of your face that you realize it as well. I guess we should get it over with. Come over to the stool, dear.”

With a sigh, Beth walked over to the stool that was pulled out from the others by the high kitchen counter. Mrs. Robertson sat down and stood Beth in front of her.

“I'm sorry to have to do this, Beth.” Mrs. Robertson reached behind Beth and under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Beth felt more like a little girl about to be spanked, as she quickly recalled other times when Mrs. Robertson was preparing to spank her.

Beth then was helped over her neighbor's knees and her skirt was flipped up, baring her behind. The one thing that Beth was grateful for was that she hadn't noticed Mrs. Robertson's hairbrush. She hoped that she would be spared that.

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

Quickly, Mrs. Robertson started spanking and spanked rapidly, quickly causing Beth to cry out, even with Mrs. Robertson only using her hand. As she spanked, Beth's crying turned to sobbing, and shortly thereafter, the spanking ended. It wasn't a long spanking, but still left Beth's behind red, and her eyes full of tears.

“Ok, Beth, it's over. You can get up now. Unless you want more, that is.”

Beth quickly scrambled to her feet. She reached for her panties, but Mrs. Robertson stopped her.

“Not so fast, young lady. I am not going to send you back until you are fully composed, so you can spend the time until then in the corner.”

Beth found herself being led to the corner.

“Hold your skirt up in back, Beth. Don't let it fall down.”

SMACK!

“OUCH!”

As Beth faced the corner, her hands behind her holding her skirt up in back, Beth recalled that it had been a few years since the last time she had to stand in this corner. With the numerous times she was over Mrs. Robertson's house, it was not an infrequent occurrence.

Beth remained in the corner for 15 minutes. By the end of the 15 minutes, Beth was fully composed, with her behind tingling from the handspanking.

“Ok, Beth, you can drop your skirt and pull your panties back up. Here are the chairs that your mom wanted. Yeah, (chuckle), she really does need the chairs.”

Beth smiled weakly and taking the chairs, returned home, where nothing was said about what happened. The rest of the day, including Thanksgiving Dinner, at which her neighbors were present, was like any other Thanksgiving, eating too much and too quickly, followed by watching football on TV.

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Part 37

Friday saw the Ashley family, minus Beth's dad, go out to eat at a new restaurant that was located about 30 miles away. Beth's mom had heard good things about it and decided that it would be nice to try it. Unfortunately, Beth's dad couldn't make it because he had to work. Also with them was Jimmy Robertson, their neighbor, who was the same age as Justin.

They enjoyed the meal and then went out to mall to which the restaurant was attached to. As Beth, along with Justin and Jimmy, walked around, both Jimmy and Justin made some remarks about Beth getting spanked on the porch the previous Wednesday. That annoyed Beth, but she bit her tongue, hoping that the two high schoolers would grow up and cut it out. Beth's mom didn't allow teasing or wise remarks from any of her kids about any of their siblings being spanked, but she wasn't there to hear Justin or Jimmy talking.

Finally, she had enough, and left the boys and went over to her mom. Repeating what her brother and their neighbor had said, Beth's mom frowned in annoyance.

“I don't understand, Beth, why didn't you just turn them over your knees and spank them?”

“You mean, HERE?”

At that moment, Beth's mom had a strange look on her face, as if she knew something that Beth didn't.

“Let me show you what I mean, young lady.”

A shocked Beth Ashley found her hand grabbed and then was propelled over to a nearby bench where her mom sat down and stood Beth in front of her.

“Why are you doing this?” Beth, red-faced and fearful of what might follow, asked, in a pleading voice.

“Why I am doing this?”, was her mom's rhetorical response, as she reached over and yanked Beth's snug shorts down to her knees.

Beth moaned as she realized what her mom and others nearby saw, or didn't see.

“You know I don't approve of you wearing that, young lady. You might as well go without wearing panties. I told you before that if I ever find out, I would put you over my knees wherever we might be.”

Beth stood there dumbfounded, with only a thong keeping her from being totally naked from her waist down to her flip flops. She didn't stand long, as she found herself being taken over her mom's knees, her pale and practically bare behind sticking up. She didn't have time to be embarrassed by being spanked in the middle of the mall, nor did her bottom stay pale, as her mom raised her right arm and brought it down. applying a hard smack to Beth's upturned seat. This was followed by another hard spank and another. Even with her mom using just her hand to spank her, it didn't take too long for Beth to start crying and the handspanking continued until she was crying steadily. Meanwhile, numerous shoppers stopped and stared at the unusual sight of an older girl being spanked like a young child.

Mrs. Ashley eyed her daughter's reddened behind as she stopped the spanking. “I don't want to spank you too hard right now, young lady, since I want you to be able to sit down when you spank Justin and Jimmy. After you spank then, all three of you can come back here. We will need to have a further discussion about your dressing habits.”

Beth found herself being helped up and her mom, also standing up, pulled her shorts up over her sore bottom.

<SMACK!>

Sent on her way with a hard smack, a blushing Beth went back to where she had left the two boys, knowing that there was an arcade nearby. As she thought, she found them in front of a pinball machine. As she approached, Justin spotted his sister and noticed that Beth had been crying.

“Looks like someone had her behind spanked, it's getting to be a habit, being spanked in public,” chuckled Justin, with Jimmy joining in.

“You might think it is funny, but you won't in a minute. Come with me.”

“No way!!” declared her brother, aghast at the thought of being spanked himself in the mall.

Beth response was to grab an ear of each boy and pull them away from the game and out to a nearby bench. Unable to break loose, the two boys had no choice but to go with Beth. Already they were embarrassed to be treated like two little kids. Both boys were not strangers to being spanked in public, but it hadn't happened to them for some time and they both had hoped it would not happen again.

Beth walked over to the bench, and, not loosening her grip on their ears, warned the two boys.

“When I let go of your ears, you two brats, you are to stay right where you are and not leave. You know what will happen if you don't.”

Both boys sadly knew what Beth was referring to. They knew to leave or resist would mean a double spanking right there in the mall so they knew they didn't have much choice but to stay there and take their medicine.

They both hoped that Beth's mom wouldn't decide to spank them herself, especially in public. The spanking they were about to get would be embarrassing enough.

Beth released her grip on the two boys and took Justin's hand and brought him over to the bench as Beth sat down. She stood him in front of her as she reached over and began to undo Justin's shorts. Justin so much wanted to run away, but knew better and stood there as Beth lowered her shorts. This sight was witnessed by some of the same onlookers that had seen Beth laying across her mom's knees, getting her bare behind soundly handspanked. They were now shocked to see Beth now about to hand out a spanking of her own, apparantly to both boys as they couldn't help but notice a morose Jimmy looking down.

To Justin's relief, he was taken over his sister's lap before having his underpants lowered. He had no illusions that he would be allowed to keep them up for his spanking. As he expected, once face down, he felt the waistband of his underpants grabbed and then felt them being tugged down until his behind was completely uncovered.

Unlike her own spanking, Beth had no intention of using her hand on Justin's, or Jimmy's behind. Instead, she eached into her pocketbook and pulled out her hairbrush, the same one that was used on the bare behinds of her students.

Seeing this, Jimmy Robertson winced at the sight of the hairbrush in Beth's hand. Like Justin, he had the unfortunate experience of going over Beth's knees previously, though not recently, and knew how soundly Beth spanked.

<SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!>
<SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!> <SPANK!>

Beth began the spanking with hard smacks of the hairbrush to the summit of Justin's seat. Justin ritted his teeth, not wanting to make a complete spectacle of himself by sobbing uncontrollably. His goal got harder and harder as Beth continued to rain spank after spank on the quickly reddening behind. Beth spread the spanks around, not neglecting Justin's ‘sit spot’, the lower part of his bottom. Justin's resolve to take the spanking stoically dissolved in a flood of tears as the pain of the spanking overcame any chance of taking the spanking in a manner other than like a naughty little boy.

Suddenly, Justin burst into loud sobs as the pain was too much for him to bear. That didn't deter Beth as she was determined to get her revenge on her teasing brother. She continued the spanking until Justin lost all control and then she stopped, keeping Justin over her knees, her hairbrush resting on Justin's blazing behind as he slowly regained some composure. At that point, he felt his underpants being raised up until they once again covered his behind. Then he was stood up and Beth pulled his shorts back up, telling him to stand there and watch his friend, and her neighbor, get his punishment.

Jimmy, despite his age, was almost in tears already, seeing Justin's painful spanking and knowing he was next. There was also the embarrassment or humiliation of knowing that at his age, his behind would be exposed to the gaze of the numerous shoppers who had stopped to see sight of two 17 yr.old boys being soundly spanked by a girl not that much older than them. Relunctantly, he walked over to Beth when she motioned for him to stand in front of her. He stood there, almost whimpering like a little boy, as his shorts were taken down. At that point, Beth began scolding the poor boy, pointing the hairbrush at him as well as Justin in emphasis. Then, deciding that Jimmy had waited enough, patted her lap, indicating to Jimmy to lay himself across her waiting lap. Jimmy took a deep breath and bent over, and didn't resist as he felt his old babysitter adjust him so he was positioned just right for her to apply the hairbrush repeatedly to his bared behind.

And that's what Beth did as she began the spanking. Unlike Justin, Jimmy quickly began sobbing as the hairbrush repeatedly landed on his cheeks. This didn't gain him any relief as Beth continued to apply the hairbrush to Jimmy's poor seat as he howled in pain. He got a spanking just as painful as Justin's, and like Justin's, when she finished, she kept him across her knees, hairbrush on his behind, as he slowly stopped sobbing and just cried softly. Only then did she raise his underpants and then stand him up. His shorts then raised up, she warned them about reaching back and rubbing their bottoms and indicated for them to head back to where her mom and other brother were.

They walked back slowly, looking down and not wanting to look at anyone, as Beth walked behind them. As they approached the bench where her mom was, Beth noticed that Jay was standing next to his mom and that her mom was talking to some woman. Only when she got closer did she realize who it was and Beth was startled, and, strangely, very apprehensive as she suddenly remembered what her mom had said to her earlier.

Beth spanking Jimmy having spanked Justin in the mall

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Part 38 - Toggle Original/Alternative

Here's the newest chapter of Lee Academy. I happened to write two versions, of which, this is the first, and perhaps, more mainstream version, so to speak. The other version will probably be posted tomorrow.
—Gary

Beth was startled to see Mrs. Bowman, her old headmaster, there with her mom and Jay. As she arrived at the bench, she realized that her mom was scolding Jay for being rude to his present headmaster. Evidently, Jay had said something rude when his mom and Mrs. Bowman had run into each other.

“Jay Ashley, that was uncalled for, young man. You better apologize right now!!”

Instead of doing what he was told, Jay protested, saying he didn't do anything wrong. It was the wrong tack to take.

“That's it, You had your chance. You'd think you would know better than disobey me, young man. Come here, right now.”

Jay, realizing finally how precarious his position was, began to plead, but to no avail.

“No, Jay, I am not going to change my ..........”

Mrs. Ashley stopped in mid-sentence, as a thought came to her. She looked at Mrs. Bowman and had a question, or rather a request for her.

“Mrs. Bowman, since he was rude to you, perhaps you could do me the favor of spanking Jay. It will teach him a good lesson and allow me to punish this girl (indicating Beth) who had the gall of disobeying me by wearing thong panties.”

Beth turned red as her mom indicated her intention of publicly spanking her again.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Bowman had a response.

“Yes, I will spank this naughty boy. And, Beth, I am really surprised and disappointed in you. Wearing panties like that, and smoking! Have you forgotten the time I spanked you in the office for smoking?”

Beth didn't reply, just hung her head, feeling ashamed.

“Please, mom!! Don't let Mrs. Bowman spank me!! Spank me at home, but not here!!”, pleaded the teenager.

“Don't worry, you'll get your wish to be spanked at home. But you are going to be spanked right here and now, by Mrs. Bowman. Now, if you know what is good for you, you'll go over to Mrs. Bowman and take your medicine. You do not want to disobey me.”

With a loud sigh, Jay walked slowly after to Mrs. Bowman, knowing he had no choice. As Mrs. Bowman took his arm to bring him over to the bench that was facing the other bench, she was interrupted.

“Mrs. Bowman, take Beth's hairbrush, she won't have any further use for it this afternoon. Beth, hand Mrs. Bowman your hairbrush.”

Beth reached into her pocketbook, and took out the hairbrush that she had just used to spank both Justin and Jay. As she did so, she hoped her mom had not brought her own hairbrush with her.

Thanking Mrs. Ashley and Beth, Mrs. Bowman took the brush and then took Jay over to the bench, where she stood the boy in front of her. Meanwhile, Beth found herself being taken over to the other bench, and standing in front of her mom. At the same time, both Jay and Beth were having their shorts taken down. Beth, of course, wearing the thong, displayed her bare behind once her shorts were at her knees. She reached back to cover it up, but was disabused of that when her mom turned her sideways and smacked her a couple of times.

“Leave your hands at the side, young lady. You were the one who wore those, so now you can show everyone your bare behind.”

Then, again almost simultaneously, both Jay and Beth were turned over the waiting knees. Beth was already prepared for her spanking, and Jay was about to be as Mrs. Bowman grabbed the waistband of his underpants and tugged them down. This left two pairs of bottoms on display and about to be turned red.

Her mom dashed her hopes that it would just be a handspanking for her.

“Oh Beth, I hope you didn't think I don't have my own hairbrush with me. Just like when you were younger, I always carry it with me, in case I have to use on naughty children, just like today.”

Beth groaned as her worst fears were realized. Now that Jay's bottom was bared, both siblings were ready to be spanked, and they didn't have to wait long. Together, Mrs. Ashley and Mrs. Bowman raised their arms, hairbrushes in hand, and applied the first smack of the hairbrush on the waiting backsides.

<SPANK!>

“OOWW!!”

<SPANK!>

“OUCH!”

Both Beth and Jay yelled out in pain as the brushes smacked their upturned behinds. Both spankers didn't waste any time in following up with more spanks as they both applied the hairbrush firmly to each naughty child. Beth, her behind already a bit sore from her earlier spanking, quickly began sobbing from the pain of the spanking and Jay soon followed. Still, the spanking continued, smacking all over their bared behinds, leaving not an inch of the bottoms untouched, including where they sit, which caused even louder howls when the brush found that sensitive part of their seats.

As they spanked, the number of observers grew, startled by the sound and then the sight of dual spankings of what they thought were two teenagers. A couple of observers, parents themselves, even vocally encouraged both spankers to “spank them hard”, which they were already doing and continued to do. Meanwhile, the onlookers who were younger and accompanied their parents watched quietly, hoping their own parents would not get any ideas from what they were seeing in front of them. Those teens that were not accompanied by their parents thought it was amusing since it wasn't happening to them, and yelled out comments, and, as well, made the “shame” symbol, toward Jay and Beth, who were too busy sobbing and howling to notice.

Finally, the final spanks were applied and both Jay and Beth just hung over the knees, sobbing uncontrollably, their bare behinds glowing red. Only then did they notice the shaming symbol that some teens had been showing them, causing them to blush once more and to hang their heads, not wishing to make eye contact.

As they laid across the respective laps, their sobs slowly began subsiding, as their behinds still were on fire, they were scolded as if little kids, shaming them even more. Only when their sobbing had ended, but still crying, were they allowed to stand up, with Jay having his underpants raised first. Once stood up, Jay's shorts were raised up and fastened, as if he couldn't do it himself.

Beth was stood up as well, but before her shorts were raised, Mrs. Bowman came over to her.

“Bend over, Elizabeth, maybe a few spanks from me will help you remember to not smoke.”

Beth found herself bent under Mrs. Bowman's left arm.

Ten times, Mrs. Bowman applied the hairbrush to Beth's inflamed behind as Beth once again began sobbing.

“There, let that be a lesson for you, Elizabeth.”

Once she was able to be upright, Beth shorts were then raised, but not before her mom had made her nervous.

“Be glad I don't take these shorts away completely, young lady, and have you walk around showing up your panties. I'd be very careful if I were you, or your shorts could be taken off in a moment's notice.”

Beth looked down, fearful that her mom might change her mind. Once both Jay and herself were fully dressed, the Ashley family said goodbye to Mrs. Bowman, and they began walking to the exit, with Jay and Beth still crying, drawing stares from those they passed, unaware of what had caused the tears.

When they had arrived back at the van, and before Beth was allowed in the van, she was embarrassed further when her mom had her stand there while her shorts were removed. Then she was allowed to get inside. Both Jay and her squirmed on the ride home, especially Beth, with nothing between her red, sore behind and the car seat.

When they arrived home, Jimmy was sent home and Jay, Justin and Beth were told to go inside and go to their rooms, with instructions to put their pajamas on. They spent the remainder of the afternoon in their rooms and came out only to use the bathroom and subsequently, to come to the kitchen to eat supper. When supper was finished, they had to clean up and then were told to go outside to the front porch and face the wall, with their pajama bottoms lowered to their knees.

Moaning, knowing that they were going to be spanked again, they did what they were told and slowly, they made their way to the porch and stood facing the wall, lowering their pj bottoms, and putting their behinds on display for anyone walking or driving by. As they did so, they were joined by Jimmy, who was accompanied by his mom, Mrs. Robertson, who put Jimmy facing the wall, and lowered his pj bottoms.

They were like that for about 15 minutes when Mrs. Ashley came out from inside the house. Then both moms began scolding the four of them as they looked straight ahead at the vinyl siding, shifting their weight from one foot to the other as they were chewed out. With the four of them facing the wall, they were unaware of what was happening behind them, but did hear footsteps. When they were told to turn around, they realized what was in store for them. Over the railing, was four pillows, and they knew they would soon be bending over them.

“Ok, all of you, turn around and go over to the railing and bend over them. I want your behinds all sticking way up.”

Slowly, they did what Mrs. Ashley wanted, turning around and walking over to the railing and bending over it. As Beth found herself over the railing, she felt like her behind was the complete focal point, upturned as it was and knew it made for a good target. When all four behinds were in position, sticking up in the air, their punishment was about to start.

<SPANK>

Beth was the first to feel the initial smack of the paddle as her mom applied it firmly to her well-rounded and tightened seat. That was followed methodically by 24 more smacks of the paddle, as she howled in pain and soon was sobbing loudly. Then her paddling stopped, and then it was Jay's turn. He received 20 spanks that also left him howling and sobbing. Then Justin and Jimmy received their paddle spanks, but only 15, their offense not deemed as serious as Jay's or of Beth's. Then they had to remain bent over as they cried, interrupted by an occasional beep of the horn of a passing car or truck, the occupants of which having witnessed the sight of three boys and one girl bent over, crying, having obviously just been punished.

After 15 minutes of this, their punishment resumed, with Mrs. Robertson wielding the paddle. This series of paddlings followed the same pattern as the one applied earlier and once again had the four bent over victims sobbing, louder this time. When it was over, they were allowed up and Jay, Justin and Beth were allowed to go inside and told to go to bed, which they did quickly, as they tried to hurry inside while trying to pull up their pjs at the same time. In the meantime, Jimmy's pjs were being pulled up by his mom and she took him home, his ear firmly grabbed and tears streaming down his cheeks.

All four of them would be sleeping on their stomachs, after a long and painful day.

Alterterntive Inspired by Ron:
—Gary

“Jay Ashley, that was uncalled for, young man. You better apologize right now!!”

Instead of doing what he was told, Jay protested, saying he didn't do anything wrong. It was the wrong tack to take.

“That's it, You had your chance. You'd think you would know better than disobey me, young man. Come here, right now.”

Jay, realizing finally how precarious his position was, began to plead, but to no avail.

“No, Jay, I am not going to change my ..........”

Mrs. Ashley stopped in mid-sentence, as a thought came to her. She looked at Mrs. Bowman and had a question, or rather a request for her.

Beth turned red as her mom indicated her intention of publicly spanking her again.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Bowman had a response.

“Yes, I will spank this naughty boy. And, Beth, I am really surprised and disappointed in you. Wearing panties like that, and smoking! Have you fogotten the time I spanked you in the office for smoking?”

Beth didn't reply, just hung her head, feeling ashamed. Meanwhile, Jay pleaded to be spared the public spanking he was about to receive.

“Please, mom!! Don't let Mrs. Bowman spank me!! Spank me at home, but not here!!”, pleaded the teenager.

With a loud sigh, Jay walked slowly after to Mrs. Bowman, knowing he had no choice. As Mrs. Bowman took his arm to bring him over to the bench that was facing the other bench, she was interrupted.

“Mrs. Bowman, take Beth's hairbrush, she won't have any further use for it this afternoon. Beth, hand Mrs. Bowman your hairbrush.”

Beth reached into her pocketbook, and took out the hairbrush that she had just used to spank both Justin and Jay. As she did so, she hoped her mom had not brought her own hairbrush with her.

“Leave your hands at the side, young lady. You were the one who wore those, so now you can show everyone your bare behind. In fact, you don't need these shorts today anymore.”

To Beth's horror, she stood there as her mom had her step out of her shorts, leaving her practically bare from the waist down.

“Oh, please, mom don't, it's so embarrassing.” Beth pleaded.

“You should have thought of that when you decided to defy me by putting these on. I hope you don't do that at the school. Maybe you can get away with it there, but here, it's another story if I catch you wearing them.”

Then Beth saw her mom reach over and grab her ear, causing Beth to let out a yelp.

“Mrs. Bowman, please excuse Beth and I, we have an errand to attend to.”

“That's ok, I'll keep Jay's behind warm until you return.”

With a nod, Mrs. Ashley turned to Beth, “Ok, young lady, come with me.”

With no choice, Beth did just that, grateful that her mom wasn't hurrying, but red faced by her near nakedness in public. As they walked away, Beth heard the sound of a hand smacking a bare behind and Jay's yelping from the painful and loud smack. Nearby was a kitchen supply store and that was where Mrs. Ashley, and Beth, in tow, were headed. Beth wondered why her mom was taking her there, but continued to blush as she accompanied her mom. Seemingly zigzagging, or delaying, she and her mom walked thru a number of aisles until they reached one that had aprons on display. Telling Beth to remain right where she was, she let go of Beth's ear and began going thru the various aprons. Beth eyes opened wide as she realized her mom's intentions.

“Mom, you aren't going to.....?”

“Hush, Beth, you'll find out soon enough what I am going to do. Just be quiet.”

Her mom continued to look thru the aprons until she pulled one out with children's characters on the front of it.

“That looks about right,” her mom mused. Taking the apron with her, she once again grabbed Beth's ear and they left that aisle and walked over to where the store had spatulas and other kitchen implements. Beth stood there as her mom picked up one wooden spoon. Beth knew her mom wasn't looking for a cooking implement when her mom bent her over.

<SPANK>

Beth yelped in pain as the wooden spoon smacked her bare seat.

“Yes, that will do fine,” Mrs. Ashley remarked out loud to herself. She took Beth's ear and marched her to six items or less line. Beth turned even redder as the teenaged girl ran the two items thru the scanner and looked at Beth's current state of undress.

“Looks like someone's been real naughty today.” commented the girl, adding more embarrassment for Beth to endure.

“Yes, she has. Can you imagine this naughty girl wearing these indecent panties when she has been expressly forbidden to do so? She might as well not wear any panties at all.”

<SPANK>

Mrs. Ashley reached over with the wooden spoon and gave Beth two hard smacks. Then Beth found herself being bent over the counter, her behind sticking up in the air.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Beth wailed, to no avail as her mom replied with two more smacks of the wooden spoon.

<SPANK>

Then Beth felt her mom's hands around her and realized that her mom was putting the apron she had just purchased on her.

“There, now you can get up, unless, of course, you would prefer to remain like this. I could put a sign here to please smack this naughty girl.”

Not wanting to find out how serious her mom's threat was, Beth quickly stood up, grateful at least that the apron covered up part of her, but nothing of her bottom. Then, as before, Beth was taken by her ear, and she was marched back to the bench, where Jay was across Mrs. Bowman's knees, getting the occasional smack from his principal's hand. Mrs. Bowman looked up and saw right away Beth's new outfit, a childish apron and nothing else from the waist down.

“She looks really cute in that apron. I have just been warming Jay's behind to make sure he doesn't get a chill there. Seems like being across my knees for so long has him really squirming.”

“Well, he won't have to wait much longer. It's time for you to go over my lap, young lady.”

Beth felt herself being yanked over her mom's knees and now both her and Jay were upended in the middle of the mall. Beth reached back to cover up her bare behind, but her mom smacked her hard.

“Keep your hands away from your bottom, young lady. You were the one who wore that thong,so now you can show everyone your bare behind.”

Now that Beth had joined Jay in being turned over a pair of knees, their spankings were about to begin.

Together, Mrs. Ashley and Mrs. Bowman raised their arms, hairbrush in Mrs. Bowman's hand and the wooden spoon in Mrs. Ashley's, and applied the first smack of the hairbrush on the waiting backsides.

<SPANK!>

“OOWW!!”

<SPANK!>

“OUCH!”

Beth was stood up as well and Mrs. Bowman came over to her.

“Bend over, Elizabeth, maybe a few spanks from me will help you remember to not smoke.”

Beth found herself bent under Mrs. Bowman's left arm.

Ten times, Mrs. Bowman applied the hairbrush to Beth's inflamed behind as Beth once again began sobbing.

“There, let that be a lesson for you, Elizabeth.”

Back upright, Beth felt as if everyone was looking at her and her bare behind, which in this case, was true, at least all those who had stood there watching her and her brother get their painful spankings. Once Jay was fully dressed, they all said goodbye to Mrs. Bowman, with Jay, with prompting by his mom, thanking Mrs. Bowman for spanking him. Beth felt the collar of her blouse being grabbed, and as they began walking toward the exit, her mom 'spank marched' her by repeatedly smacked her blazing behind with the spoon all the way out of the mall and to the van. with Jay and her both sobbing, they both drew stares from those they passed, who wondered what the two teenagers had done to be spanked, and in Beth's case, undressed.

It was a very uncomfortable and squirmy ride home for Jay and especially for Beth who had nothing between her red, sore behind and the car seat.

“Ok, all of you, turn around and go over to the railing and bend over them. I want your behinds all sticking way up.”

<SPANK>

All four of them would be sleeping on their stomachs, after a long and painful day.

The Ashley Sibling and their neighbour Jimmy getting paddle on the frount porch by Mrs. Ashley

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Part 39

Here's the latest chapter after a long hiatus.
—Gary

It was the next morning, and Beth was awaken by her mom entering her room. Even in her sleepy state, her mom's presence alarmed her as this wasn't something her mom usually did unless it was to punish her. She did notice that her mom was not carrying her hairbrush, which relieved Beth.

“Good morning, dear. I think before you go to breakfast with your dad and brothers, we need to have a little talk.”

Sitting down, Mrs. Ashley called her daughter over to her. Sighing, Beth got up from the bed and went over to her mom, who lowered her pajama pants to her knees. Then, Beth found herself being put over her mom's knees, her bare bottom upturned.

“I know it has been a painful weekend for you, young lady. To be truthful, I had intended to make this final spanking before you return to school a very sound one, and do it on the front porch, like I did when you arrived here. However, I have changed my mind. I am still going to spank you soundly, but only with my hand.”

Beth was relieved by that news, even though she knew that her mom's handspankings still would hurt. She did feel fortunate, however, that it would be taking place in her room, rather than out front where anyone walking or driving by could see.

“When you return to school, I hope that it isn't necessary for you to be spanked. You're old enough to behave like a young lady, not like a naughty little girl who needs to be spanked frequently to behave. Is that understood, Beth?”

SMACK!

“OUCH!! Yes, mom.”

“Do you think that you make it thru the next month until the Christmas break without being spanked?”

SMACK!

“OW!! I can.” Beth promised, even though she knew it was a promise she couldn't keep.

Then her mom began spanking in earnest, spanking fast and hard. As Beth expected, the spanks were painful and soon Beth was crying and as the spanking continued, her cries turned to sobbing and wailing as the pain increased.

Then the spanking ended, or, rather paused.

“Remember what I said, Beth, no more spankings at school. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Beth lied once again, not telling her mom she had spankings coming to her when she returned to school.

“Good.”

Then she resumed the spanking and administered 20 resounding spanks to Beth's behind, causing Beth's sobs to reached their loudest.

Then Beth was stood up and her mom raised her pj bottoms and sent Beth on her way to get ready with one final smack to Beth's backside.

It was a tradition in the Ashley household that on either Saturday or Sunday morning, Beth's dad would take and her brothers out for breakfast while their mom stayed home and relaxed. This Saturday was no exception. Beth enjoyed the breakfast despite her warm behind. She even forgot about the lies and omissions she had told her mom.

When the four of them returned home, Beth went to get her suitcase and brought it to her car and put in the trunk of the car. When she returned to the house, her mom was now on the porch.

“Hi Dear. I just had an interesting phone call from Mrs. Donovan.”

Beth turned white at her mom's words.

“She wanted me to let you know that you are to see her aide, Mrs. Marshall, tomorrow morning and to be sure to wear a skirt when you go see her. Imagine my surprise when she told me the purpose your visit to her office.”

Beth looked down at the wooden floor of the porch. She knew she was in for it.

“I seem to recall that earlier this morning, you told me something that was obviously a lie. Is that true, young lady?”

“Yes, mom,” Beth replied in a hardly audible voice.

“What did you say? Speak up, young lady.”

“Yes, mom, I did, I was afraid of getting spanked worse.”

“You know better than to lie to me. Now come over here. When I am done with you, you will be a very sorry little girl.”

Beth walked slowly over to her mom and stood in front of her. Her mom had her take her sandals off and then her mom reached over and unbuttoned her shorts and tugged the tight shorts down and then completely off. She followed suit with Beth's panties, leaving Beth bare from the waist down. Then she grabbed Beth's ear and marched her to the wall of the house and faced her toward it.

“Just stay there, don't move and don't reach back.”

Leaving her facing the wall, Beth's mother went inside. Staying on the porch was her brothers and her dad, who scolded Beth on her behavior, making Beth feel even worse. Not very long later, her mom returned and Beth could hear her mom approach. Then she felt her ear being grabbed and she was turned around. She noticed that the stool was there also. Her mom took her over to the stool and sat down. Beth was turned over her mom's knees. She felt herself being pushed forward until she was bent over her mom's left knee and then felt her mom's right leg over hers. That raised Beth's behind so it was really sticking up in the air as she dangled over her mom's knee.

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

The spanking began and her mom didn't spare anything. The hairbrush smacked her behind hard and fast, as Beth yelled out in pain. That didn't deter her mom one bit as she continued to spank the rapidly reddening behind over and over. Beth had no choice but to remain as she was as she wailed, howled and sobbed from the painful smacks of the wooden hairbrush. Still her mom continued on, now concentrating her efforts on the lower portion of Beth's bottom, where she sits. Sitting down would not be a pleasant endeavor for poor Beth.

It wasn't until Beth's behind was blazing and fire red did the hairbrush spanking finally end, at least the fast part. Then her mom scolded Beth and smacked Beth off and on, keeping Beth's behind on fire and Beth herself wailing.

Finally, the spanks ended completely, and Beth hung limply across her mom's knee. She continued to sob loudly as she was helped up and even sobbed louder when she was bent over the railing, her behind sticking up once again in the air. She didn't know if anyone had walked by whilw she was across her mom's knee getting spanked, but now, facing the street, she would be all too aware if anyone did walk by and see her in her embarrassing state of affairs.

“Just stay right where you are, Beth. Your punishment isn't over yet. You'll think twice before lying to me again.”

Beth continued to sob as she remained over the railing. While bent over, a couple walked by and stared hard at Beth, shaking their heads. It was for 20 minutes, but it seemed longer before she heard footsteps behind her. She was thinking it was her mom, but not this time, it was her dad instead.

“Beth, I am really upset at your behavior. I was going to let your mom handle it, but lying like you did changed my mind. You should know better. Even if telling the truth would have meant a harder spanking, it still wouldn't have been as bad as what you are getting now. I hope you learn your lesson, Beth.”

Then Beth learned what she was in store for as she received the first spank and knew it was the paddle. Her dad gave her 15 hard spanks, reigniting the fire in her behind and Beth's howling. Then there was a pause, and then Beth heard her mom's voice.

“I hope you learn your lesson, Beth. You will be able to think about it while you sit down in your car and drive back to school.”

Beth's mom then began paddling and Beth howled with each hard smack of the paddle on her sit spot. Spank and after rained down on her upturned behind until 25 spanks were delivered. Even while being paddled, Beth couldn't help by see other walkers going by, one giving Beth the “shame signal”, a few others clapping and few drivers in their cars honked their horns, embarrassing Beth even further.

Finally it ended. Beth was stood up and she had to hug everyone, as she remained undressed from the waist down. "Can I put my shorts on?" Beth asked through her sobbing.

“No, I want you to feel your spanking for the entire trip to school.”

Then Beth's ear was grabbed and her mom marched her out to her car, smacking her behind with each step. At the car, her mom opened the trunk of the car, and put her shorts and panties inside, making them unavailable to Beth without Beth having to stop and get out of the car.

Her mom took Beth over to the driver's side, bent Beth over and gave her 25 hard handspanks and then helped Beth in, who jumped up when her burning behind hit the upholstered car seat.

Still sobbing, the very sore and uncomfortable girl began her trip back to school, squirming and twisting in a vain attempt to ease her pain.

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Part 40

The ride back to Lee Academy was not a very comfortable one for Beth. It was her good fortune that she had a map in her glove compartment that she was able to unfold and put across her lap, but there was nothing she could do to diminish the burning that she felt from her well spanked behind. She was also getting a little hungry, but she couldn't, or wouldn't leave the inside of the car until she arrived back at Lee Academy.

Finally, she arrived at Lee Academy. She felt that since the school was still on Thanksgiving break, she could open the trunk, get out and put her shorts on without being seen. The parking lot was on the side of the building, not the rear, as she would have preferred, but she hoped that her plan would work and no one would notice that she was bare from her waist down.

Removing the map from her lap, she reached over and opened the trunk from inside of the car. Then, taking a deep breath, she opened the door, stepped out and then hurried to the back of her car. She was bending over to reach for her shorts when, to her horror, a car pulled into the parking lot. Even worse, the car pulled over right next to Beth, and the right side window began to go down. Beth was about to put her shorts on when she heard the driver's commanding voice.

“ELIZABETH ASHLEY, YOU JUST STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE! STAY BENT OVER, I WANT THAT BEHIND OF YOURS STICKING RIGHT OUT!”

Beth couldn't believe her luck. Of all the persons to pull in, it had to be Barbara Connolly, who had promised her a spanking, and had now caught Beth in the compromising position of being bent over with her bottom bare.

Doing as she was told, Beth stayed bent over as Barbara Connolly parked her car. Then. getting out of the car, Beth heard the teacher walk toward her.

“It's not often that I find a housemother getting out of her car with a bare bottom. There must be a good reason for this, young lady!!”

Ms. Connolly then noticed the pinkness of Beth's behind.

“Oh, I see. Was it your mom who punished you, Beth?”

“Yes, Barbara.”

“I think you better call me Ms. Connolly when you are being punished by me. What did you do to warrant being sent here with your bottom bare?”

“I lied to mom that I had a spanking due me from Miss Marshall, Bar..I mean, Ms. Connolly.”

SMACK!

“OOWW”

SMACK!

“OOOOWWWW”

Twice Barbara smacked Beth's seat to remind Beth of how she should be addressed.

“Why is Miss Marshall going to spank you? For smoking?”

“No, Ms. Connolly, for calling her a bitch to Mrs. Donovan.” This time, Beth made sure she didn't say “Barbara”.

“That wasn't very nice, was it?”

“No, ma'am.”

“Well, if your behind is still showing the effects of your mom's spanking, I think I will put off the spanking I promised you until this afternoon. In the meantime, I think you need a spanking right now, for having to be bare bottomed like you are and to earn the right to put your shorts back on. Stay bent over, young lady.”

Beth sighed and stayed bent over. She felt an arm over her back, to help keep her bent over. She felt like her behind was really sticking out, which, truth be told, it was.

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

Barbara Connolly began spanking her. She alternated each smack across her of Beth's bottomcheeks, and smacked Beth hard. Methodically, she continued to smack Beth as Beth began crying from the stinging spanks applied by Barbara's hard hand.

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

Now Beth was sobbing and now longer cared that anyone could see her in her embarrassing situation. All she cared was the ever increasing burning she was feeling behind her.

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

On and on, the spanking continued until Beth was sobbing loudly. Finally, it ended, and Beth remained bent over, not daring to move and earning any more spanks.

To her relief, Barbara grabbed Beth's shorts, and Beth felt her shorts being put on her. Only then was Beth helped up so she was standing straight up.

“Ok, Beth, you may go to your room now. I expect you at my classroom at 3:00 this afternoon wearing a skirt. If you know what is good for you, you will not even be one minute late. Do you understand?”

Crying, Beth nodded her head, and she was allowed to get her bags and go inside the school, her behind once again heated up.

To be continued. (Beth wouldn't be late, would she? And if she was, what should her punishment be?)

Lee Academy

by Gary

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