A little while ago I posted some Sassy Bottoms art and one of the pictures had four youngsters being spanked. I issued a challenge to anyone to write a story around it. Phil took up that challenge and Four for Spanking is the result. I do hope you enjoy.
Three of Sassy's pictures that capture the spirit if not the actual scenes from the story.
Frances Puccinelli, third grade teacher at
Middleview Elementary School, was beside herself. She was an excellent teacher and well loved
by both students and colleagues alike.
She wasn’t the strictest teacher at the school (that position belonged
to Eleanor Mannheim, who taught the sixth grade and kept a wooden paddle
prominently displayed in her classroom for use after school or sometimes even
during class if warranted) but she was a no-nonsense teacher who didn’t
tolerate much in the way of classroom misbehavior. She really loved her students and was
reluctant to punish them, but she expected order in her classroom. She sometimes swatted the more rambunctious
ones on their bottoms, bent over her desk in front of the class, with her hand
but usually she assigned extra work or writing lines on the blackboard after
school. Occasionally she administered
spankings in private after class as well.
Frances was young, only twenty-four, and
very beautiful and many of her male students (and even some of the girls) had
open crushes on her. She got a lot of
kidding from other teachers about the boys that followed her around like
puppies to do her bidding. She was flattered, but a bit uncomfortable for a couple of reasons by this, not just the gentle
teasing from her colleagues. It made it
harder to discipline them when they stared at her with adoring eyes and she
felt a little guilty when they cried. This was only if she spanked them of course; writing lines, while
difficult for them as they were still learning to print and still couldn’t
spell, didn’t cause tears and her crushes didn’t mind staying after to do
chores of various kinds for her. It was
almost a reward for them, so she felt the need to spank them to really punish
them.
Owen Reilly was eight and one of her
“crushes”. He was a kind and
hard-working little boy, but quite mischievous and even daring in his
misbehavior and, to her despair, she often found herself having to keep him
after school.
The old-fashioned school
was private, though not exclusive and had an equally old-fashioned discipline
policy. Teachers were allowed to spank
as they saw fit, as long as it wasn’t excessive. Bare-bottomed spankings weren’t allowed in
class and were expected to be carried out in private.
Frances was the oldest of five children and
had helped raise her younger siblings and was taught by her mother that the
only proper way to spank was on the bare bottom, and she was quite a formidable
spanker if she wanted to be.
Even Eleanor
Mannheim, observing one of her spankings, had congratulated her on her
technique. She was a bit prudish and
dressed conservatively: knee length skirts, never any shorter and she always
kept her blouses buttoned up to the top. She was rather naïve about sex and men in general and couldn’t understand why so
many little boys had crushes on her. Anyone else could have told her that her abundant black hair that she
kept mostly up and her startlingly lavender eyes that reminded people of
Elizabeth Taylor, her kind demeanor and her beauty might have had something to
do with it.
Frances had been patrolling the hallways
during lunch period after she noticed several of “her” children missing late in
the period in the lunchroom. It had been
raining and all the kids were inside and it worried her that Owen and at least
a couple of other boys weren’t evident, so she elected to nose around to see
what they were up to. She noticed a
girl, one of hers, named Cheryl Tunstall, looking around warily, and then
slipping into a storage room that Frances knew was vacant and should have been
locked.
She immediately approached the
room, looking around for other children. She listened at the door before opening it and heard muffled voices and
giggling. Opening the door suddenly,
Frances was treated to the sight of three of “her” girls standing with their
skirts pulled up and their panties pulled down facing in her direction. Facing them and away from her was Owen, pants
and briefs down and bare bottom visible. The girls gasped and tried to cover up as she came in and Owen spun
around in surprise, revealing his little penis dangling limply. His eyes went wide and he immediately tried
to pull his pants up, finally succeeding after some awkward maneuvering. All of them looked down in shame as she
approached them, eyes narrowed in anger and disapproval.
“What’s going on here?” she demanded
loudly. They all shuffled their feet and
wouldn’t look at her. She recognized the
other girls as Louella Louise “Lulu” Jones and Molly Madison, two girls who
were very well behaved and never in trouble.
She immediately focused on Owen as the instigator of this outrage and
stood in front of him, hands on hips, frowning and speaking sternly to the
cowering boy.
“OWEN REILLY! What is this about? Why are you and these girls in here with your
underwear down and your bits showing?
What is the meaning of this,
young man?” she said angrily.
Owen,
knowing he was in trouble and knowing he had no excuse, muttered his answer,
looking at his shoes.
“Nuthin’, Miss Puccinelli,” he mumbled
guiltily.
Her eyebrows nearly reaching
her hairline, she replied, “NOTHING?” she hissed, “is that really what
you want to say to me? Standing there
with your pants around your knees and your little thing exposed to these young
ladies? And you girls! Showing off your private parts to him! What were you thinking?” she said harshly.
All of them looked down, two of the girls starting to cry, and Lulu
looking wildly around as if for an escape route. Owen just stood quietly as she scolded them
about their shameful behavior. Now she
was even surer that he was responsible for corrupting “her” girls and she grew
angrier. He really was a sweet boy but
now she was determined to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget and teach
the girls to stay away from him.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Owen!”
she said pointedly to him, surprising him with her seeming focus on his
actions. He retreated a little from her
fury, as did the girls. Molly and Cheryl
sniffled a bit while Lulu looked even more panicky. She cleared her throat and spoke their fate.
“All of you will stay after school today
and you will be spanked, by me, over
my knee, on your bare bottoms!” she intoned.
“If you want to show each other your private parts, you can see each
other get it on your bare backsides!”
She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that lunch period was nearly
over. Telling the girls to get back to
the classroom, she mentioned to Owen to stay behind.
“Owen, I am so ashamed of you!” she said, shaking her head sadly. “I didn’t think you were this kind of
boy! To pressure these girls into
showing you their private parts! What a
bad boy you are! How could you do
this?”
Owen shook his head in denial,
starting to protest that he wasn’t at fault. When he started to speak, she shushed him dismissively, knowing that the
mischievous boy must have been the instigator. She grabbed him by the collar and marched him back to class with her and
shoved him inside. All the other
students, having noticed the three, clearly upset girls, widened their eyes at
their angry teacher propelling Owen towards his seat and waited to see what
would happen.
Frances pointedly avoided any mention of
what happened and carried on with their lesson for the day as if nothing had
happened. During the afternoon break,
all the other kids were allowed out but the guilty four were kept behind and
scolded further.
“All four of you will stay here after
school lets out and sit your little behinds at your desks and wait for me to
come fetch you, do you understand me?” she said sternly.
They all nodded sombrely.
The rest of the day went uneventfully. The lesson finished and Frances assigned some
homework to her pupils and dismissed them, with the exception of, “Owen Reilly,
Molly Madison, Cheryl Tunstall and Lulu Jones!” who were directed to remain
after class. They all avoided looking at
each other or their classmates as they filed out of the classroom. After the others had left, Frances told them
she had to “make some arrangements” and ordered them to remain in the room and
stay at their desks and warned them not to talk or get into mischief. As soon as she left, the girls started
whispering to each other.
“What do you think she’s going to do to
us?” hissed Cheryl to Molly.
Molly
shrugged her shoulders.
Lulu stared at
the door in dread.
Owen sat quietly.
“Owen!
OWEN!” Molly and Cheryl hissed to him. He turned to them. “Do you think
she’ll really spank us?” they both
whispered looking at him imploringly. He
looked at them and shrugged.
“Yep!” he said matter-of-factly. “She’s done it to me a few times
already. Me and Eddie Burke and Tommy
Matthews and…”
They interrupted him with
frantic questions.
“Bare bottom? With your pants pulled down?” they inquired
fearfully. He nodded his assent and they
asked if it was over her lap and if it hurt.
He smiled ruefully and said, “Yes” to both questions.
They looked at one another in alarm.
Lulu, meanwhile, rocked back and forth
repeating “No, no, no, no…” to herself, at first quietly and then with increasing
volume and desperation.
They all looked
at her with some concern. Molly and
Cheryl had, of course, been spanked by their mothers and had found Miss
Puccinelli to be kind and friendly in class so they weren’t too scared, but Lulu
was a “virgin” and had never been spanked and she was terrified, tears already
running down her face.
Owen asked her
what was wrong and she finally explained she’d never been spanked before, much
less on her bare butt. She shivered and
bit her lip, looking at him as if he might save her or something. The other two girls wrinkled their noses at
her “acting like a baby”. Owen tried to
reassure her, explaining that it wasn’t as bad as he got it at home. Cheryl and Molly were relieved by that a
little, but Lulu was still very concerned, trembling and whining that she
“couldn’t take it”. Owen patted her on
the back and put his arm around her. Molly and Cheryl looked at one another in surprise. Frances came back in suddenly.
“Now what?” she said, seeing them huddled
together. “I thought I told you to sit
quietly and not talk!” she said sternly, hands on hips.
Owen stood and approached her. “Lulu’s scared, Miss Puccinelli,” he said
quietly, “she’s never been spanked before,” he almost whispered.
She looked at him in surprise, wondering if
he was trying to pull something. Then
she gestured to them. “All right, let’s go!” she said, “It’s time
for your punishment! Follow me and bring
your bags…,” she said, turning on her heel and standing by the open door
waiting for them.
Cheryl and Molly
silently shuffled past her, not looking at her and Owen hesitated for a moment
next to the distraught Lulu. Frances
frowned impatiently and went over to Lulu and held out her hand, smiling gently
and the trembling girl finally took it and allowed herself to be led out of the
room, followed by Owen carrying his book bag and hers as well.
She led them to a back office that was no
longer in use. There was a room walled
off with a low wall and windows to the ceiling and a door and a set of benches
outside of it. It had once been the
teacher’s lounge with a couch and coffee table and a coffee machine in it but
now there was a new teacher’s lounge nearer the principal’s office and the
filing rooms. Inside the room were
several sturdy armless, wooden chairs. Owen was familiar with it; it was informally dubbed “the Spanking Room”
as it was somewhat private from the main part of the school and relatively
soundproof. Only those with keys could
get into it and it was not readily accessible from the main hallway so it was
unlikely that a teacher giving a spanking to a deserving student would be
interrupted and the only witnesses were those present in the room.
The girls gasped at the sight and Lulu looked
like she would flee at any moment. Frances
conspicuously locked the door after her when they were inside. She surveyed the four miscreants and asked if
any of them needed to “go potty”. They
all shook their heads nervously and she asked if they were sure and they all
nodded. With a sigh, she opened the door
to the interior room and asked who wanted to be first. None of them volunteered so she chose
arbitrarily, intending Owen to be last.
“All right, Miss Tunstall, you can be
first! The rest of you, have a seat on
the bench here and wait your turn!” she said, seizing Cheryl’s wrist and
leading her into the room. The girl looked
desperately at her friends as she was led to her doom and the others sat on the
bench to wait.
Frances sat on one of the
chairs and, reaching for her purse, produced a large hairbrush that caused
Cheryl to step back in alarm and the others to react similarly, except
Owen. He’d been spanked before with the
brush and remembered it less than fondly, but he only frowned and sighed, while
Molly’s lower lip trembled and Lulu went white as a ghost and she seemed to
shrink visibly. Cheryl begged Frances
not to use the brush.
“Oh, please, Miss Puccinelli! Please don’t
spank me with that thing! Please, I won’t do it again…” she
whined, backing away towards the door.
Frances merely waited, an impassive look on her face as Cheryl finally
gave up hope and approached slowly again as she crooked her finger at her. “Come on honey, let’s get this over with! You were all very naughty showing off to each
other and especially to him,” she
said, jerking her head at Owen, “and I’m going to make sure you don’t do
something like that again!”
Pulling the
reluctant girl over her lap, she lifted the skirt of her jumper up over the bottom and unceremoniously tugged her panties down around her knees, rewarded
by the sight of her delicate pink chubs quivering with anticipation. She couldn’t resist rubbing them lightly with
the back of the brush while Cheryl started to protest again.
Frances smiled to herself and brought the
flat of the brush down with a loud smack!
on her right cheek, causing Cheryl to
howl as soon as it registered on her brain. Her cry of pain occurred simultaneously with the second smack of the
brush as Frances began peppering her bare, little, bottom with loud, but not
especially hard spanks from the brush. She squirmed and wriggled desperately, sobbing loudly and begging for
relief while Frances imparted her lesson very vigorously, moving the brush
around Cheryl’s bare buttocks and even the backs of her thighs, spanking deliberately
but somewhat rapidly. She had no
intention of dragging out the punishment but she wanted to make an impression
on the girl, and she was doing so, no pun intended.
Cheryl howled at the top of her voice and the
others reacted to the sight and sounds of their co-conspirator having her bare
backside properly reddened. Owen looked
down, Molly looked terrified and Lulu put her face in her hands and rocked back
and forth. It was over in a matter of
minutes, but to Cheryl it seemed like an eternity.
Frances let her sob for a minute on her lap
and then gently helped her up. As soon
as she got on her feet, Cheryl began to skip and dance, rubbing her scorching
bottom cheeks and vocalizing her discomfort. Frances watched with satisfaction at a lesson well learned, and finally
stood up and approached the crying girl with some tissues, wiping her face and
helping her blow her nose. She stopped
dancing and stood, sniffling and frantically trying to rub the heat from her
rosy, hot bottom, looking reproachfully at Frances.
“Your turn, Molly Madison!” Frances said
briskly as she went to the door and crooked her finger at Molly, who hesitated
and then with a resigned sigh, got up and followed her into the glassed-in
room.
Owen realized he needed to pee
even though he turned down the chance earlier. He figured it wouldn’t make Frances any madder so he thought he would
ask.
Lulu kept her head in her hands,
moaning and keening incomprehensively as he approached the room and he looked
at her with concern.
Molly was already
over Frances’ lap, her skirt up and her panties pulled down when he poked his
head in. Frances looked at him with
annoyance at his interruption.
“Umm, Miss Puccinelli? Um, I think I need to go to the bathroom now,
Ma’am… I’m sorry I didn’t go earlier… Umm…” he said hesitatingly.
“Oh, very well, Mr. Reilly!” she said, “But
be quick about it and don’t think you can get out of this!”
“Uh, uh…
I need you to unlock the door, Miss, uh, Ma’am…” he stuttered. She stared at him with annoyance as she had
poor, bare-bottomed Molly over her lap.
She reached into her bag and tossed him the keys. He caught them in mid-air and then
waited. She frowned at him.
“What NOW, Owen?” she said peevishly. He nodded towards Lulu, still rocking back
and forth.
“Uh, I think Lulu needs to go too,
Ma’am. Um, she’s uh, really nervous…” he
said, the words trailing off.
“Oh, very well! But hurry up!
I don’t want this to take all day!” she snapped dismissively, turning
her attention to the goose-pimpled bare buttocks over her lap and picking up
the brush. As Molly started to vocalize
her indignant reactions to her spanking, Owen unlocked the door and then went
over to Lulu and gently pulled her to her feet. She stared at him uncomprehendingly, flinching at the cries coming from
the inner room and trembling. He led her
out the door and she momentarily thought they were escaping or something, so
she eagerly followed him.
“Oh, Owen, thank you! Let’s get out of here!” she said
urgently.
He stared at her questioningly. “Uh, what do you mean, Lulu?” he said. “We’re not leaving. I just thought you
needed to go…”
She started to cry immediately as he led
her to the bathrooms and begged him to let her go. “I, I can’t
do this, Owen!” she said desperately.
“I, I, I can’t be spanked! Please!” she whined.
“We can’t leave, Lulu! We’ll just get
into more trouble! It won’t be so bad,
you’ll see…” he said, trying to reassure her.
He stopped at the girl’s bathroom and urged her to go in. She shook her head vehemently.
He sighed and went into the boy’s bathroom
and relieved himself as quickly as possible, fearing she would bolt. He went back out to find her hugging her
shoulders and leaning against the wall in dread, but at least she hadn’t tried
to escape. Putting his arm around her,
he led her back towards the Spanking Room, speaking gently to her and telling
her it would be okay, it would all be over soon, etc... They arrived to find Frances waiting
impatiently at the door, hairbrush in her hand. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of the boy leading the clearly
terrified girl and whispering to her.
She stood aside to let them enter and held her hand out for the
keys. Owen handed them to her and she
re-locked the door behind them.
Molly and Cheryl were in two respective
corners in the inner room, skirts rolled up and panties around their ankles,
with their rosy, spanked bottoms on display, hands on their heads and sobbing
and sniffling.
Frances took Lulu by the hand and
immediately led her into the room, telling Owen to sit down “while he still
could”. He did so, while Lulu frantically
dug in her heels and forced Frances to drag her over to her chair. She was wailing and blubbering even before
anything happened, begging loudly not to be spanked. Owen shook his head while the two girls in
the corners wrinkled their noses in disgust at Lulu’s cowardly behavior.
“No!
No! Nonononononono! Please, Miss Puccinelli! Don’t spank me! Please, please PLEASEEEE!” she pleaded with
increasing desperation as Frances hauled her bodily over her lap, yanking her
skirt up as she kicked and squirmed and nearly ripping her panties as she
tugged them down, then pinning her down with her leg over Lulu’s kicking ones
and twisting her frantically waving hand up behind her back.
“My goodness, Lulu!” the annoyed teacher said,
“you’d think I was about to murder you!
Let’s get this over with, young lady!
Now hold still or I’ll have to take more time to make sure you get what
you deserve!”
She grabbed her hairbrush with difficulty,
Lulu still struggling and hollering even though she’d yet to feel a single
spank on her unblemished, little, pink bottom. Frances, increasingly impatient now, forgoed any lecturing and got right
down to business, administering a solid blow with the brush dead center on the
panicky little girl’s bottom.
Lulu went
still for a moment, and then reacted with an earsplitting scream, causing
everyone to flinch, even Frances, who looked at the glass panels and wondered
if they’d shatter if she continued. They
didn’t and she did, methodically smacking Lulu’s pumping, bouncing little
buttocks to a burning, fiery red.
Lulu
never stopped screaming, not even to breathe, her eyes screwed shut and copious
tears and snot dripping down her face. Frances treated Lulu’s lower thighs to the ministrations of the brush,
eliciting, if possible, even louder and more piercing screams. Molly and Cheryl took their hands off their
heads and covered their ears in reaction to this. Frances noticed this and wished she could
emulate them but her hands were otherwise occupied. She should have worn earplugs, she thought, distractedly.
Lulu was finally forced to start gasping
for breath as her screams trailed off. She had simply run out of breath and she exhibited symptoms of
distress. Frances stopped paddling her
as she coughed and gasped and struggled to breathe. Frances, alarmed, started pounding her on the
back to help her. Finally, the girl found her
breath and inhaled prodigiously until she got somewhat back to normal and then
she started to immediately scream and wail piercingly again.
Frances, understandably, decided to call it a
day and tried to comfort the frantic girl, rubbing her back and shoulders while
Lulu’s cries died down to helpless sobbing as she lay over the teacher’s
lap. Frances let her cry and calm down
some, and then helped her up from her lap. As soon as Lulu stood up, she started jumping up and down and
frantically rubbing her burning little bottom cheeks, bellowing her distress at
the top of her voice, while skipping around doing the spanking dance. Frances would have been somewhat amused but
for the volume of sound emerging from the deceptively slight little girl. She put her hands over her ears too and let
her yell.
Lulu’s performance after her
spanking actually took more time than actual punishment, all the rest of them
looking at her with amazement at her antics until she finally calmed down,
whimpering and blubbering incoherently and never ceasing rubbing her throbbing
buttocks and thighs. Frances folded her
arms across her ample bosom and observed the animated girl as she capered
around the room, finally sinking to her knees, rubbing and still crying with
gusto. She waited for Lulu to calm
herself a little.
“All right, Lulu, calm down dear…” she said
gently, “it’s over now. Come on, get up
now and come over to me. Come on…” Lulu rocked back and forth, still rubbing
fiercely but her crying had died down to blubbing and sniffling. She looked warily at Frances smiling
sympathetically at her with outstretched arms. Finally, she got up with some difficulty and approached her slowly and
cautiously.
“There, there dear. Come to me,” she said gently. “That’s right, come here…”
Frances embraced the girl and held her
while she continued to sniffle and blubber, never removing her constantly
rubbing hands from her burning nates.
After a few moments, Lulu could finally talk and blubbered out an
apology and a complaint that “it really, really hurts, Miss Puccinelli.”
Frances smiled. “It’s supposed to hurt, honey. It’s supposed to make you not want to
misbehave again… Now, let’s have you in
the corner with your friends and we’ll deal with Mr. Reilly!” Frances said,
leading her gently to a free corner and telling her to face the corner, keep
her hands on her head and “no more rubbing!”
“All right, Owen Francis Reilly! Now it’s your turn! I’m going to make sure you don’t do something
like this again; pressuring these little girls into showing you their private
parts! You should be ashamed of
yourself, young man!”
Owen stood mute as
she lectured him angrily. When she
finished, he spoke, “I didn’t Miss Puccinelli! It wasn’t my idea and I didn’t force them to
do anything! Ma’am!” he added.
“Well, whose idea was it then, if not
yours? Who’s responsible for this?” she
demanded.
He looked around at the girls and then at
the floor, shrugging his shoulders helplessly and saying nothing. She asked again, with more emphasis, only to
get the same result. She set her mouth
in a thin line and frowned at him. “Well, if you’re not going to say anything,
I’ll just have to believe that it was
you and punish you accordingly, do you understand me, you naughty boy!” she
said, hefting the hairbrush.
He shrugged
his shoulders again and slowly approached her as she sat on her chair waiting.
“Let’s have those trousers down, young
man! Underwear too! I’m going to light a fire in your naughty
bottom to make sure you don’t do this again!” she said sternly.
He started to comply, undoing his belt and
unbuttoning his pants when a small voice emanated from the corner.
“He, he, he d-didn’t d-dooo anythingggg,
Miss! It, it w-was meeeeee!” squeaked Lulu from her corner.
Both Frances and Owen stared at her, still
standing in the corner with her hands on her head.
“What do you mean? Explain yourself, young lady!” thundered
Frances as Lulu flinched at her voice.
She slowly turned, taking her hands off her head and twisting and
rubbing them together in front of her nervously while she screwed up her
courage to answer. “I, I heard some of the, some of the...
other boys talking… and… they said… they said that Owen… Owen had…
Owen had… a big one!” she
said, flushing with embarrassment. “And,
and… I’ve never even… even… seen one! And, and…
I, I… asked… asked Owen to… to show
me and… and… he s-said noooo! So, so, I talked to Cheryl and Molly and,
and, we t-told him that… that… we’d show him, show him ours if, if he’d show us his! And, and… we, we… bugged him and, and… bugged him
and he, he finally said “Yes”, and,
and, that’s, that’s w-what happened! It’s not his, not his… his fault!” she said desperately, wringing
her hands and starting to cry again.
Frances, hearing this compelling
confession, took great effort, including biting her tongue until she drew
blood, not to laugh with delight. Owen
looked gobsmacked at this revelation, staring in wonder. Frances wasn’t an expert on adult penises by
any means, but with two younger brothers and her babysitting career and her
spanking of several of her male charges here at school, she knew that Owen had
nothing to be ashamed of in that department. Of course, at his age, a “big one” was a relative term but she was
utterly tickled by Lulu’s observations and her confession and at Owen’s
reaction (he was blushing fiercely from his neck to his hairline). It took all her powers of concentration not
to laugh out loud and she had to hold her hand in front of her mouth to conceal
her grin of amusement. Lulu seemed to be
inconsolable though, her face in her hands and sobbing with emotion.
Frances tried to comfort her again. “Is this true, Lulu?” she said gently. “Is Owen really not at fault here?”
The girl sobbed out that it was true and it
was “all my fault, Miss!” As Frances patted her on the back, Molly and
Cheryl took advantage of the distraction to turn and rub their bottoms while
watching Lulu cry.
Frances noticed and
looked inquiringly at them, not mentioning their leaving their positions in the
corner and rubbing and both looked at each other and blurted out confirmations
of Lulu’s story. “It’s true, Miss! It wasn’t Owen’s fault! Lulu talked him into it!” they both said
urgently, and then looking guilty added, “And we helped. A little…” they said, looking down at the
floor, then at Owen, still industriously rubbing their hot little bottoms.
Frances tried to calm Lulu’s hysterics while
she considered how to react to this new information and Owen waited
nervously. Finally, Lulu’s sobs trailed
off into hiccups and snorts and she stopped crying, looking pleadingly at
Frances for confirmation of her guilt. Frances again availed herself of the box of
tissues and wiped Lulu’s eyes and helped her blow her nose.
“Is this true, Owen?” she said gravely,
looking at the now embarrassed boy. Owen
shrugged his shoulders again, prompting a look of irritation from her.
He hastily answered her, “Y-yes, Miss. More or less…” he said, his voice trailing
off. He was blushing fiercely at the
mention of his “big one” and didn’t want to talk about it, but Frances prompted
him gently and then a little more firmly.
“Lulu, Lulu a-asked me about my, my…” he
stammered. Frances held up her hand and
nodded that she understood and gestured for him to continue. With a visible effort, he finally did.
“Lulu asked and I was, I was… embarrassed
and I, I said… “no!” and she and, and,
M-molly and Cheryl said they’d show me their, their, theirs if I showed them m-mi-mine!”
he blurted out, looking down at the floor miserably.
Frances looked at the three girls, all three looking
ashamed, and cleared her throat. They
looked up and nodded in confirmation.
She looked thoughtfully at the miserable boy and the three teary-eyed,
trembling girls and decided on a course of action.
One by one, she told the girls to turn
around and display their rosy backsides to her and she examined them, placing
her hand on their bottoms to gauge the heat of their spanked buttocks. Satisfied that they had been well spanked,
she asked them if they thought they’d been punished sufficiently. They looked at one another uncertainly and
then unanimously confirmed that they were quite well punished, all still
rubbing more or less surreptitiously. Frances agreed and told them to pull up their panties and that they were
“done”. The girls eased their underpants
up over their sore, burning buns, still sniffling. She offered them tissues from the box, which
they all took, wiping their eyes and noisily blowing the noses.
“All right, you three!” she said
imposingly, “time for you to go home!
I’m sending a note with you for you to show your parents and I want you
to have one or both parents sign the note acknowledging that you’ve been
spanked. You can bring it back to me on
Monday. Do you understand?” They all nodded solemnly, red-rimmed eyes
open wide, wiping their noses and blinking back tears. Molly hesitated.
“Miss?
What about Owen?” she asked curiously.
Frances frowned at her. “Never you mind about Owen, young
lady! He’ll be well taken care of, don’t
you worry about it!”
“But, but we, but we got spanked, Miss! And he didn’t! And it’s not fair!” she said petulantly.
Frances’ eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline in outrage and Molly
stepped back in alarm. Lulu and Cheryl
looked at her as if she’d lost her mind and put some distance between her and
them. Owen was shocked.
“What’s the matter, Molly? Are you upset because you didn’t get to see
me spank Owen?” Frances said scathingly.
“I’ll take care of Master Reilly, don’t you worry about that! Now I suggest you get your little behind out
of here before I decide to spank you again for your impertinence, is that
clear?” she snarled.
Molly quailed and
nodded fearfully and the other two nodded as well, all three gathering their
notes and book bags and scuttling past Frances and out through the now-unlocked
door and down the hallway, looking back over their shoulders several
times. Frances locked the door again and
turned to the now confused-looking boy.
“Well, Mr. Reilly, what am I to do with
you?” she said, folding her arms over her chest and looking thoughtfully at
Owen.
He didn’t know whether to shit or
wind his watch, paralyzed with indecision.
“It seems as though I was wrong about you,
although in my defense, you and Trouble seem to be constant companions, isn’t
that right?” she said evenly.
He nodded
dumbly.
“And you were in that room with your pants and underpants down showing off
your willy to the girls, weren’t you?” she said. “I suppose you did do wrong, even if it
wasn’t your fault. Why didn’t you tell
me the truth from the beginning, Owen?
Why didn’t you tell me it was their fault?” she asked with concern.
He shrugged his shoulders again, prompting
the same response as he had earlier.
“Didn’t want to blame it on the girls? Didn’t want to “rat your friends out?” she
inquired.
He nodded with relief. She understood!
“Well, I’m actually relieved, Owen. It doesn’t mean you didn’t misbehave. You could have come to me about this instead
of doing something you knew was
wrong, isn’t that right?”
He nodded
again, a little more shamefully this time.
She pondered what to do about her young miscreant. She couldn’t just let him off without
punishment… Could she?
She cleared her throat again, “Very well!
I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you, young man. Come over here and drop your pants and
underwear and get over my lap!” she said sternly.
He hesitated momentarily and then complied
obediently, laying over her lap and waiting for his punishment.
Frances smiled to herself, looking down at
her sometimes nemesis’ blushingly bared bottom, quivering in anticipation. “Such a cute little bottom you have, my boy!”
she thought to herself. She’d always
thought so, from the first time she’d bared his bottom for a spanking. The fact that he took spankings from her without
resistance or complaint endeared him to her even more. She rubbed his goose-pimpled cheeks gently,
causing him to gasp a bit at the sensation and then brought her palm down
firmly on his right one with a loud smack
as he jerked in reaction. She followed
up with another to his left cheek and then gave him eighteen more, evenly
spaced between right and left, slowly and deliberately.
He grimaced and “ouched” as she applied her
punishing palm. Then she stopped and
waited while he slowly realized that she was done. He looked over his shoulder at her in
surprise. He hadn’t even cried! She helped him stand up, and he stood before
her, rubbing his barely spanked bottom while she smiled. She told him to pull up his pants and he did
so, buttoning and buckling as quickly as he could.
“Now you’ve been punished, Owen. I think that should be sufficient, don’t
you? Or do you want some more?” she
asked the surprised boy.
He shook his
head vehemently and declined her kind offer...
“Okay, young man. Does your mother still have a policy of
“spanked at school, spanked at home?” she inquired. He nodded, sighing with regret.
She smiled again. “Well, I think we can pass on your taking a
note home to your mother. No point in
you getting smacked again is there?” she said brightly.
He shook his head again and she looked
questioningly at him.
“My Mom, my Mom, she, she… says I have to tell her if I get into trouble
at school and, if I don’t, I’ll really
get it so…” he trailed off again.
She
nodded her understanding and smiled again.
“Alright, Owen,” she said, “take the note
home and tell your mom but I want to write down my phone number and I’d like her
to call me before she does anything, okay?”
He nodded, looking uncertain.
“I want you to know I’m proud of you,
Owen. I’m not too happy you did what you
did, but I’m glad you tried to protect the girls and tried to help Lulu get
through her spanking. I’m sorry I
thought you were the one to blame here, but you do get into your share of mischief and then some, and I’m sorry I
didn’t believe you, all right?” she said kindly, holding his hands in hers
encouragingly.
He almost grew six inches
in pride at her compliments, standing up straight and beaming. While he stood waiting, she took his note and
wrote her cellphone number on it and handed it to him with a smile. She took his hand and led him out of the
Spanking Room in triumph, a broad grin on his face.
“Owen, you can go now. But, I expect you to behave yourself. And no more of that kind of thing, do you understand?”
He nodded eagerly and apologized for “playing
doctor” with the girls and promised to be good.
She looked a bit doubtful, but smiled anyway and gave him a hug and then
sent him off with a not-so-gentle smack to his blue-jeaned bottom. He looked over his shoulder in surprise and
then trotted quickly down the hall and out the door.
Returning to her second-floor classroom to
gather her things, she could see him in the parking lot with all three
girls. They had waited for him! She was surprised and watched them. Lulu and Cheryl were talking to him while
Molly stood off at some distance from them. He seemed to listen, especially to Lulu who was very animated, looking
back and forth between them. Suddenly
Lulu hugged him and he hugged her back after a moment’s hesitation. They separated and Cheryl leaned forward and
gave him a peck on the cheek, causing more surprise on his part. Molly looked longingly at the group but
seemed reluctant to approach him, turning away. Owen walked over to her and touched her shoulder. She spun around and he leaned in close to her
and spoke into her ear as she hugged her book bag to her chest. Finally, she turned around and smiled at him,
then gave him a kiss on the cheek too. Frances watched with a growing sense of wonder.
They gathered together, Cheryl and Molly
holding their books and Lulu saying something while rubbing her bottom ostentatiously
and Owen slung his book bag over his shoulder and picked up Lulu’s to carry it
for her. She seemed to be happy over
that and, as they started to walk down the street, she took his free hand in
hers and walked very close to him, their hands swinging together as they
walked. Cheryl and Molly followed them,
looking less than enchanted by this development. At the end of the block, where they would
normally go in separate directions, Owen living further down the street, while
the girls would turn the corner to walk to their homes, Lulu tugged at his
hand, seemingly urging him to come with them and, after some hesitation, he
complied and accompanied them around the corner beyond Frances’ view.
She smiled and shook her head in delight at
the sight. “Eight years old, and he’s
already got three girlfriends!” she thought with a grin. “I hope those girls don’t get him into more
trouble…” she thought as she gathered her classwork to grade tonight at home
and readied to leave school.
Walking
downstairs, she stopped at the principal’s office to fill in the punishment
reports that would go into their permanent records and notify the office of
what had occurred. She said goodbye to
the secretary, confirming the names of those involved. The secretary’s eyebrows rose at the mention
of Owen’s name and they both chuckled ruefully and then Frances made her exit.
She drove back to her house contentedly,
looking forward to a relaxing bath before a light supper and correcting papers
from that day and then a good night’s sleep. She pulled into her driveway and got out of her car with her purse and
briefcase of schoolwork, unlocking her front door and grabbing the mail on her
way in. She dumped her burden on the
coffee table and sighed, when she was startled out of her reverie by her phone
ringing. She checked the number on the
Caller ID and didn’t recognize it but answered anyway.
“Oh!
Mrs. Reilly! Yes, this is Frances
Puccinelli. How are you? Yes, yes I did want to speak to you about Owen…”