Last Day of School

By Dr. Discipline

Wednesday June 28, 2778

I ran across the street and into my house, clutching my bleeding and sore mouth. Mom was cleaning the living room when I burst through the front door.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

"Billy Morrison punched me in the face!" I cried.

Mom took me into the small downstairs bathroom (powder room) and washed the blood off my face. When I was clean she went into the kitchen and gave me some ice to put on my face. "Why did Billy punch you? What led up to it?"

"We were playing tag in the park, and I tagged him. Then a minute later he came up to me and punched me in the face. Then he said 'tag, you're it.'"

"And you did nothing to provoke him?"

"I don't know. I just ran past him and tagged him on the back."

Mom got up and went to the comm unit and called the Morrison house. She talked with Mrs. Morrison for a few minutes and got off the unit. She put her shoes on and instructed me to do the same. We left the house and walked down the street and around the corner to the Billy's house. Mom rung the bell and we were invited in.

Billy was standing in the corner. Mrs. Morrison asked mom and I to sit down, we did. Billy was called from the corner and Mrs. Morrison asked Billy to explain his side of the story.

"We were playing tag, and Seth was it. Then he slapped me on the back really hard to tag me. I got mad because he didn't get in trouble so I punched him. It's not all my fault, he started-"

Mrs. Morrison cut him off. "Is that true Seth?"

I looked down. "I did tag him on the back, but it wasn't hard."

Billy piped up: "Yes you did." He took off his shirt. "Look, you made a mark."

Mom, Mrs. Morrison and I looked. Indeed, there was mark there.

Mom spoke up: "I think both parties are at fault here. I think perhaps Seth got a little too boisterous and Billy reacted inappropriately."

"But mom" I protested. "I didn't mean-"

"Shush!" Mom ordered. "What do you think?" she asked Mrs. Morrison.

Mrs. Morrison replied: "I would have to agree with that."

"Well, that settles it. Now, what do we do with these two?" mom asked.

Mrs. Morrison smiled. "Punish them of course."

Billy and I were ordered to opposite corners of the living room while our mothers decided our punishment. I stood there miserable, trying but unable to hear what the women were saying. Then, after 30 minutes of time-out, Billy and I were called from the corner.

Mom and Mrs. Morrison were each holding our respective paddles. Billy's was slightly larger than mine, because he was a year older than me. Mom called me over to her and Billy's mom did the same. We were both quickly relieved of our pants and placed across maternal laps.

Our mothers had placed us so that we were facing each other. I watched Mrs. Morrison raise her paddle and bring it down on Billy's behind as I felt mom's paddle hit my bottom. I cried out as Billy did the same.

Mom was giving me quick hard swats right from the beginning. I howled and begged off, but it did no good. Mom continued paddling me for ten straight minutes. Billy didn't fair that much better. His mom was giving him equally hard spanks, and for just as long.

Mrs. Morrison stopped spanking Billy at the same time mom stopped spanking me. We both cried over our mothers' laps for several more minutes. When we were let up, Mrs. Morrison ordered Billy to apologise.

Billy walked up to me. "I'm sorry for punching you in the face."

I looked down. "And I'm sorry for hitting you on the back so hard."

"Good" Mrs Morrison said. "Now, both of you go back to your corners."

With no choice in the matter, Billy and I waddled over to our corners and stood there. After crying in the corner for another hour, mom said 'good-bye' to Mrs. Morrison and we left her house to return home. I was happy to leave, but I had to walk home bare from the waist down. It was humiliating to hear the other children laughing and jeering at me on how red my bottom was.

At home, mom escorted me to the cornerstool and placed me on it. She locked the ankle restraints and left the living room. As I sobbed and cried on the stool, I could hear her working in the kitchen, it sounded like she was finishing her cleaning. Then I smelt food being made.

Mom let me off the stool to eat my lunch, and then I was told to play in my room for a few minutes before my customary afternoon nap. I didn't feel much like playing, so I just lay on my bed until mom came in and told me get ready for my nap. She tucked me and left the room.

***

Mom woke me up by shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw her dark oak hairbrush in her hand. She sat on my bed, pulled me across her lap and started smacking me with the brush without so much as a word.

I kicked and howled as mom unleashed the fire of Hades on my backside. The smacks were very hard and the brush was quite painful. Mom held me tightly as she continued to tattoo my bottom red with the brush. I was beyond pain and just lay there as the brush continued punishing me.

Finally, after I was totally racked with sobs and my bottom felt like it'd been in a fire mom, let me up. I immediately started rubbing and soothing my tortured bottom. Mom quickly grabbed my hands and told me not to rub.

After calming down, mom handed me the shorts she took away from me that morning and left the room. As soon as she left I resumed my rubbing. I don't know why, it did very little to soothe the burning. I put my shorts and underwear back on, wincing as the elastic passed over my bum.

I took my colouring book and crayons, went downstairs and lay down on the living room floor to colour. Mom was talking on the comm and left me alone. I occupied myself until the girls came home from school. I remembered today was the last day of school. Report card day!

I looked up from my colouring when I heard Mary and Jessica enter. Both were carrying their report 'cards' (actually an encrypted data chip inside a large sealed envelope). Mom got off the comm and both girls handed their envelopes over to her.

"So, Lets see how Jessica did" mom said as she inserted Jessica's chip into the reader. "Not bad Jessica, you got a 'B' in printing and a 'B' in math. The rest of your grades are in the 'A's'. A slight improvement from last term. You will of course be getting two hand spankings." Jessica sighed at the news.

Mom took Mary's chip from her and put it in the reader. "And now for Mary."

"You got a 'B' in deportment, as well as in science. A 'C-plus' in writing, a 'C' French and a 'D-plus' in math." Mom looked up at Mary. "A 'D'?"

Mary looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, things were just getting so hard that I can't keep up."

"Do you remember what I told you before you rejuvenated?"

Mary shook her head. "No. That was five years ago."

"Well, I do remember." Mom said. "I told you that if you were going to rejuve back to such an early age to take star drive physics, that I would make sure you saw it though."

Mary bowed her head. "Oh."

"I told you that because I remembered that you always have had a problem following through on your commitments and you never stuck things out to the end. Well missy, you are in for a shock because I am not letting you drop out. You are going to graduate with your degree in star drive physics, even if I have to paddle the Chandler equations into your backside."

Mary started crying as mom continued her lecture. "You came to me five years ago and practically begged on your hands and knees for me to raise you so you could take star drive physics. You promised vehemently that you would see it through and that you wouldn't quit. And even though I had reservations, I agreed."

"Wait here" mom said. "I'll be right back."

Mom got up and went into her bedroom. Mary stood still and was crying with her head down. Jessica and I looked at each other for a moment. I'd often thought about taking star drive physics myself. It's a money field! The problem is that it's extremely hard work. The equations are maddening. But then again, I've always had a good head for maths.

Mom returned from her bedroom and handed Mary a PAD. "Read it out loud" mom ordered.

Mary cleared her throat and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I Mary Brown, being of sound mind and judgement wish to be rejuvenated to the age of six-years-old. I wish to be placed in the care of my sister, Rebecca Peterson and her husband David Peterson so I may study and learn star drive physics. I authorise and encourage my parents to see that I complete my studies to the best of my ability, by any means they deem necessary. Signed and witnessed on June 28, 2773." Mary returned the PAD to mom.

Mom reread the second last sentence, putting emphasis on 'by any means necessary'. "That was my condition, remember? I told you, no slacking off and no dropping out. And you agreed, didn't you?"

Mary lowered her head and nodded.

"You're going to get spanked and good for this. I promise you that. You're going to regret not sticking with the program young lady. I've noticed your grades slipping steadily all year. Not once did you ask for help from your father or me. Your teacher says here (mom pointed to the PAD with Mary's report card) that you never asked for help from her either."

Mary broke down and cried full-force as mom finished her long lecture. Mom pulled Mary close and undid her skirt, removed her panties and pulled the child across her lap. Mom pulled out her oak hairbrush (I wondered briefly where she kept it) and brought it down very hard across Mary's buns.

Mary bellowed and tried to kick her way out from under the punishing smacks. Her bottom quickly went from white to crimson. Her howls turned into sobs and then into quiet sniffling as mom continued the punishment.

Mom put the brush down after about five minutes of spanking. Even though it was relatively short, it was very hard. I could tell that Mary was in quite a bit pain and mom was clearly out of breath.

Mom pointed to the stairs. "Go to your room, get your level three pair of pain-ties and be back down here in two minutes, or you are going to be the sorriest little girl on this block."

Mary wasted no time. She quickly went to her room and returned 90 seconds later. She was wearing the pain-ties, but they were clearly too small for her. Mom ordered Mary to the corner and then turned her attention to Jessica.

"It's time to spank you now. You have improved a bit, but two 'B's' does mean you're getting spanked."

Jessica nodded with a sad expression on her face as mom pulled her close. Mom reached up and pulled down Jessica's panties and then placed the child over her knees. Jessica let out a little sob as she felt mom's palm hit her bare bottom.

Jessica tried to take her spanking like a brave girl, but she was unsuccessful. After a couple of minutes Jessica started to cry as mom continued spanking her. Jessica's spanking was no where near as hard as what Mary got.

Mom stopped spanking Jessica and held her for a minute. "That was for your first 'B'." Mom said. "You'll get your second hand spanking from me later. And of course your father will tend to you when he gets home." Mom handed Jessica back her panties. Jessica slipped them up under her skirt and on.

Jessica nodded as mom continued. "Now, do you two want to go out and watch the other kids getting their spankings?"

"Yeah!" Jessica and I exclaimed while Mary cried in the corner.

"Okay" mom said. "But be back by six."

Jessica and I nodded in acknowledgement as we went out the door. We found a small group of children and joined them in watching various spankings. Wendy Webber from Mary's class got it good for cheating on her moral & ethical behaviour final. Not a bright move at all. About 15 of us watched her get her bare behind toasted with the junior school cane.

There were a few other memorable spankings. A Y-repressed first grader named Marsha got two good switchings for her grades. Several of us watched from the living room as her bare nates and thighs were welted.

And one of Jessica's classmates, Karen, got a triple dose of the paddle for her mostly 'C' average.

We returned home at the prescribed time. Mom was making dinner and dad was lecturing Mary about her grades. Mary was over dad's lap and bare naked from the waist down, she had her head down and was sobbing. The redness in her bottom and the paddle in dad's hand told us we just missed something.

"You two are just in time" dad said. "I was about to give Mary the final part of her punishment." Dad picked up a switch laying nearby and patted Mary's bottom with it. Mary flinched as she felt the switch lightly tap her bottom.

Then dad raised the switch high and brought it down. Right onto Mary's sit spot. The ten-year-old looked like she would have jumped out of her skin if she could have. She fought like mad as the switch cracked her naked and red buttocks. She howled in agony and begged for dad to end her punishment.

Dad was being relentless with the switch. I could clearly see that Mary's bottom was bruised in several places and several good welts were forming. When Mary had ceased her struggles against her discipline, dad let her up and held her hands as Mary jumped up and down crying.

Dad escorted Mary to the cornerstool and sat her on it. "Now, you have one more switching coming, and that'll be before bed. First you are going to do some more corner time until dinner."

Mary cried and nodded as dad locked her ankles in the restrains. Dad called Jessica over to his side. "You got a couple of 'B's' didn't you?"

Jessica nodded weakly. "Yes sir. I really did try, just not hard enough I guess."

"You know what I have to do, don't you?" dad asked.

Jessica nodded and removed her skirt and panties without being told. Dad took her across his lap and started dusting her pink bottom with his palm.

"I just want you to know that [SPANK] that I am happy you pulled up you [SPANK] grades this term. I know you [SPANK] tried, but you [SPANK] know the rules."

Jessica tossed her head around and started crying as dad continued warming her buns. My sister cried and bucked over dad's lap as he moved the spanks a little lower to where her bottom met her thighs. Jessica was just starting some serious crying when dad let her up.

"Your mother is waiting in the kitchen to give you your second hand spanking." And then dad turned to me. "And I heard that you got into a little trouble earlier today."

"Yes sir. I was playing with Billy Morrison this morning and I got a little rough."

Dad pulled me close to him and quickly pulled down my shorts and underwear. I was laid across his lap and felt his strong hand pushing down on the small of my back.

I heard the rush of air and felt the paddle smack into my rear. I cried out in pain and tried to kick my way out. Dad was holding me rather tightly and I couldn't move. He continued to paddle my rear as I howled that I would play nice from now on.

When I was broken and sobbing, dad let me up and told me to stand in the remaining corner. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and did as I was told. From the kitchen I could hear mom putting the finishing touches on Jessica's second hand spanking. Then I heard mom order Jessica to one of the corners in the dining room, since all the corners in the living room were full.

Things were quiet for the next 30 minutes as mom finished dinner and set it on the table. Jessica, Mary and I were called from our corners and told to sit at the table. Neither one of us were wearing pants or underwear. Dinner was good, though I think I would have enjoyed it more if my bum weren't so sore.

During dinner mom announced that Mary and I would be going to be early tonight. Mary for her poor grades, and me for my behaviour that morning. When I finished eating and put my plate away mom took me up to the bathroom and got me ready for my bath.

Mom talked with me as she usually did during bath time. I took the opportunity to get something off my mind.

"Was Mary a bad girl when she was a kindern?" I asked.

"Not really. She had her moments, but she was far from being a Klaus Merkad*. Why do you ask?"

"Without meaning any disrespect, I know she's yours to raise, but you seem very strict with her by voluntaras standards."

"I'm strict with Mary because I have to be. She brings it on herself."

Mom put the washcloth and soap away and started to rinse off my body as she continued to explain.

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression from me on how I treat Mary. When Mary and I were growing up she always had a problem of sticking to her commitments. I knew that when I agreed to raise Mary that I would have problems with her schooling. That is why I originally didn't want to do it. But she is my sister and I felt I had a chance to make an impression on her life. So that it ultimately why I decided to take her in."

I nodded in understanding as mom drained the tub and began drying me off. Mom walked me into my room and dressed me for bed in my customary diaper and in a light pair of pyjamas before tucking me in and closing the door.

Even though it was still light out I was a bit tired. As I closed my eyes and settled down, I could hear Mary getting spanked in the bathroom. The spanking lasted a long time and I could hear Mary begging and pleading for the spanking to end. I also heard her promise to do better in school.

* Klaus Merkad is the recipient of one of the longest sentences ever handed down in the penitatas system. Klaus received 150 times 2.7 to 5.7 with y-repression for the rape and murder of 23 children, 6 of them kindern.

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