Timothy Asks Pt 2

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"Come stand on my right side.  And I mean now."

Timothy's breath caught.  This was exactly what he had wanted and hoped for, but now that the moment was here, he was terrified.  He tried to obey...he really did, but his legs wouldn't cooperate.  The expression on Ms. Johnson's face expressed her growing anger.

"I gave you a chance to back out, young man.  When I give you a direction, I expect to be obeyed."

She reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled him roughly to her side.  A simple tug and he tumbled unceremoniously across her lap.  She adjusted his position slightly to raise his already bared bottom.  Timothy was uncomfortably aware of his nakedness now that it was pressed against Ms. Johnson's thigh.

"Now then.  Let's see what you think about the real thing."

Time seemed to stand still for Timothy.  There was a pause that seemed to last forever.  He felt her shift, and then there was a sharp report that echoed through the classroom.

SMACK!

He barely had time to register the sensation...more shock than pain, before three more landed rapid fire in the same spot.  True to her promise, Ms. Johnson started off the spanking without holding back.  She laid into his bare bottom without speaking.  The only sound in the classroom was the repeated smack of her hard palm on his unprotected backside.  Timothy's mouth was open in a silent scream, but the suddenness of the assault left him unable to make a sound.

The repeated smacks built, and Timothy was starting to feel some real distress.  The spanking hurt.  It hurt a lot.  He started whimpering and gasping in time with each smack.  Tears formed at the corner of his eyes.  Ms. Johnson took note of his increasing reactions.

"There.  Now it seems we're getting somewhere."  She followed this with ten more smacks harder than any of those that had preceded it.  Timothy responded with a wordless howl of pain. Then she paused, both of them breathing heavily, though for very different reasons.

"As I said, only the naughtiest boys get spanked bare.  And since you have proved yourself to deserve such a severe punishment, I think it's time to move on to the next stage."  She shifted again, and Timothy felt her place the cool, hard wood of the back of the hairbrush against his sore bottom.

"I hope this gives you what you need, young man".  The hairbrush left and returned.  The first smack on his already scorched bottom hurt more than the rest of the spanking put together.  Another immediately followed, and another.

"OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!"  Timothy's entire world was his bottom and the hairbrush.  He squirmed and kicked, pushing himself forward on her lap as if to run away from the impact of the brush.  Ms. Johnson held him fast, seizing his wrist and pushing it into the small of his back.  She continued to spank him with the brush, noting the white-centered red splotches that every smack produced.

Timothy was crying openly now, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson!”  Timothy wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for.  He just knew that he felt contrite and punished.  Ms. Johnson paid his apologies no mind, and continued to bring the heavy hairbrush crashing into his already scarlet backside.

Timothy had been so lost in the pain and fear of the spanking that he had forgotten how thrilling it had been in his imagination.  But, when he realized that nothing he could do or say would stop Ms. Johnson from her requested task, that feeling suddenly returned.  He was still sobbing, but he lay limp over her lap, accepting each spank. He became aware of his nakedness and vulnerability, and in particular the sensitive spots that were in direct contact with Ms. Johnson’s leg.  He was almost disappointed when Ms.Johnson stopped and placed the hairbrush on the ground.

Timothy sobbed quietly over her lap.  He felt her gently rubbing the small of his back.  He took a deep, ragged breath and recomposed himself.

"You can stand up now, Timothy."

He pushed himself back onto his feet next to her and rubbed the tears and snot from his face,

"Well, I was going to ask if that matched your hopes, but I think I have visual evidence that it did", Ms Johnson said, wryly eyeing Timothy's very obvious erection.  Timothy gasped and covered up.  "Go ahead and get dressed."

Timothy gingerly pulled up his shorts over his throbbing backside.  He regretted not having underwear to prevent the fabric of the shorts rubbing painfully against his skin.

"Well?  Was that what you were hoping for?

Timothy sniffed.  "Yes, Ms. Johnson.  Thank you."

"Do you think it's something you would want to repeat?"  Ms. Johnson asked, with a somewhat amused look on her face.

Timothy gaped.  He wasn't sure how to react.

"....Yes ma'am.  I would." he said almost unconsciously.

"Good.  I think I would too.  Summer vacation is coming up.  I will give you my address so we can continue to discuss your behavior."

Timothy smiled.

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