Timothy's Summer School Chp 7

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WARNING:  This entry contains male/male spanking.  I know, for some of you, this is not your cup of tea.    Feel free to skip this one and move on to the Next Chapter.  See my note for my reasons for writing it.


Timothy was bored.  Ms Johnson had left for a couple days.  David was still staying at the house, but had to run out on an errand before Timothy woke up that morning.  Megan, of course, was off on vacation.  He puttered around the house for a while, and then decided to hop on his bike and go exploring.

Time got away from him.  It was well after dark before he even thought about heading back to the house.  He walked in to see David on the phone.

"Oh, thank goodness.  He just walked in.  I'll call you back."  David hung up the phone.  "Where in God's name have you been?"

"I just went exploring.  No big deal."  Timothy responded.

"No note?  No explanation? Your parents left you in Ms. Johnson's care, and she left you in mine.  You don't think that was a bit irresponsible?"  David was very clearly relieved to see that Timothy was OK, but there was a rising anger in his voice that Timothy was not sure what to make of.

"I didn't think I needed to.  I'm going to go to bed."

"You better watch the mouth, sport.  Ms. Johnson isn't the only one in this house who knows how to keep you in line."  David looked at Timothy seriously, as if to convince him that he was not joking.  The message didn't get through, and Timothy looked away.

"Timothy.  You apologize right now, or else we are going up those stairs and I am going to put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a month."

Those words caught Timothy's complete attention.  He paused and looked back at David.

"Now listen, sport," David said seriously "I know you and Sarah play these games, and you know I support that.  But I need you to understand a couple things.  If you push me....if you and I need to go up those stairs....we will not be playing a game.  And I promise you that I won't need any of Ms. Johnson's toys to make sure you sleep on your stomach for the next couple days.  Do you understand me?"

Over the next couple months, Timothy replayed the next few seconds in his mind over and over again.  He honestly couldn't decide what he had been thinking.  Maybe he didn't believe David.  Maybe he was just feeling rebellious.  Maybe, he sometimes admitted to himself, he was curious as to how different it would be.  But, for whatever reason, Timothy looked David dead in the eye, then turned his back to him and started to walk away.

He didn't get very far.

"That does it," David thundered, grabbing Timothy by the arm.  "I don't know if you want this, but you sure are asking for it."  He practically dragged Timothy up the stairs.  Timothy tried as hard as he could to resist...to pull David's iron grip off his arm, but it was of no use.  David threw him into his bedroom, then followed and shut the door behind him. "I would give you that old line about how this will hurt me more than it hurts you, but, frankly.... that would not be true at all."  David rolled up his  right sleeve.

Timothy was terrified.  He knew he had gotten himself in serious trouble, and he was trying to figure a way out.  David grabbed his upper arm again and led him to the bed.

"I know you know the drill here.  Either you get those pants off or I will.  And trust me when I say you won't like that."  At last, Timothy's self preservation instinct kicked in.  He lowered his pants slowly.  "I said off. Now. Underwear too.  Then fold them and place them on the bed."

Timothy did as he was told.  David sat down heavily on the bed and guided Timothy to his right side. Timothy was still struggling half-heartedly, but he could tell that it would be of no use. David effortlessly pulled him across his knee and adjusted so that Timothy's chest and legs were resting on the bed.

Usually, when Timothy played spanking games with Megan or Ms. Johnson, there was a momentary pause...a delicious anticipation before the spanking started.  That was not the case here.  David's heavy hand smacked down onto Timothy's bare bottom almost immediately.  After that first spank, Timothy realized just how much trouble he was in.

David did not hold back.  At all.  He was very strong, and was using that strength to make sure Timothy got his message. His palm was so huge that each slap covered both cheeks, and there was no momentary relief as there was with the ladies' smaller hands.  Again and again that hand heavily slapped down, with the regularity of a metronome.  Timothy's eyes screwed shut against the pain.  He was determined not to cry out....to show David that it didn't hurt and that he could handle it.

That determination lasted about ten seconds.  David spanked him steadily, without pause, and each smack of David's hand hurt far, far worse than one from any of the implements wielded by the ladies. Timothy felt the shock of each impact all the way through to his stomach.  The building, burning heat in his bottom grew steadily.  Tears burst through his squeezed-shut eyelids, and he screamed out in fear and pain.

"AAAWWWW WAHHH AHHHH AHHHHHHH"

Even when he cried...even when he bawled...when either of the ladies was spanking him, there was  still a voluntary submission to the punishment.  This was different.  There was literally nothing Timothy could do to stop the spanking from continuing.  He writhed his bottom and kicked his legs, and David effortlessly held him in place.  David was in complete control, and could spank Timothy for as long as he wanted. His hand crashed down again and again without pause or change in rhythm, and Timothy felt like his bottom was on fire.

“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAHHH”. Timothy was literally crying like a baby.  There were no words, no protestations or promises.  He just cried and cried as he kicked his feet and pounded his fists on the bed.  And David kept spanking him without pause, his hand beating a steady rhythm on Timothy’s already scarlet cheeks.  Timothy was certain that it would never stop.  That he would never stop crying from the searing pain in his bottom.

“I warned you, sport.  You are not going to enjoy this one bit."  David continued his relentless assault on Timothy's backside.  Timothy's bottom was on fire, and every smack felt like it was delivered with all of the considerable force David could muster.  Timothy's wails filled the room, and it was only after several seconds had passed that he realized that the punishment had stopped.

"Ok, sport.  I'm going to give you a couple minutes in the corner to compose yourself.  Then we can talk about how your behavior is going to improve."  He helped Timothy to his feet.

Timothy didn't wait.  He immediately dashed for the door.  He wasn't sure what he was hoping to do...to get away, to find Ms. Johnson, to hide...he just knew he wanted to leave the room.  Unfortunately, David got to the door just as Timothy did, and reached his arm over Timothy's shoulder to block the exit.

"Looks like we'll start with obedience."  David seized Timothy by the shoulder.  He knelt on one knee and bent Timothy back across his other.  He pulled Timothy's arm behind his back and started the spanking again as if he had never stopped.  The heavy, hard spanks on Timothy's already scorched bottom were awful, like nothing Timothy had ever felt.  And the total powerlessness...the knowledge that this spanking was utterly out of his control, reduced Timothy again to childish wailing. His free fist beat on the hardwood floor in an attempt to ease the burning, building pain in his bottom, and David kept bringing his huge, hard palm crashing down.

And then it stopped again.  David stood, and Timothy tumbled into a heap on the ground.

"Stand up."

Timothy huddled on the ground.

"Now.  Or we'll start again."

Timothy hurried to obey.  He stood and looked at his feet, refusing to meet David's eyes.  He was still crying so badly that he was hiccupping.

"Get yourself into that corner and stay there.  If you move an inch, we just might have to find out what I can do with Ms. Johnson's belt."

Timothy limped to the corner.

David nodded.  "You stay there until you've calmed down.  Then you can come downstairs and we'll discuss a few expectations for your behavior."  He left the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Timothy tried to catch his breath. His bottom HURT. SO. MUCH.  He craned his neck over his shoulder to look at it.  He had obviously seen what it looked like after a spanking but, again, this was different.  It was dark, dark red with purple blotches, and there were obvious bruises starting to form around the edges of each cheek.  He was sure he would never sit again.  He put his elbows in the wall and sobbed into his arms.

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Timothy's Summer School Chp 6

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"It's going to be tough to keep this secret with someone else in the house.  Our meetings have gotten pretty noisy.  The way I see it, we have three choices.  First, we can suspend our meetings while David is here.  I'm not a big fan of this idea." Ms. Johnson said, her hands folded.   She and Timothy were sitting in Ms. Johnson's kitchen, discussing David's imminent arrival that evening.

"Me neither" agreed Timothy.  He had gotten used to, and dependent on, Ms. Johnson regularly "seeing to" him.

"Second, we can try to sneak them in when he's not around. However, let's face facts.  You need a lot of discipline, and there probably aren't going to be nearly enough opportunities."  She said this last bit with a smile.  Timothy grinned and nodded.

"The third option is pretty simple:  We tell David about our arrangement."  Timothy had honestly never considered this.  He knew of David, as Ms. Johnson had talked about him in class before, but had never met him.  Ms. Johnson continued:  "I am quite certain he'll be fine with it.  He's quite open minded. However, unlike CERTAIN people in this room, I want to make sure everyone is aware before I share secrets."  Timothy looked down, somewhat ashamed.  He had, of course, shared their mutual secret with Megan.  Although that had definitely had favorable results, Ms. Johnson had not hidden her displeasure.  Megan was away on vacation now, but Ms. Johnson had promised to keep him in line, and give Megan a full report on any misbehavior that needed to be addressed on her return.

Timothy was clearly embarrassed at the thought of someone else knowing about his relationship with Ms. Johnson.  However, it seemed like the best solution, and he trusted Ms. Johnson's judgement in the matter.

David arrived late in the evening, and the three of them met in Ms Johnson's kitchen. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with an easy smile.  Timothy liked him immediately.  They made normal introductory small talk, then sat down around her table.  Timothy avoided looking up as Ms. Johnson broached the topic at hand.

"So, David.  You know Timothy is staying with me the next few weeks.  He'll usually be in and out most of the day, but we'll more or less be taking care of him for the time being."

"That shouldn't be too much trouble.  Nice to meet you, sport."  David smiled down at Timothy.

"There is one thing you should know. There is a bit of a.......an unusual nature to how I take care of Timothy."

David raised his eyebrows questioningly.

And Ms. Johnson told him.  She matter of factly explained how Timothy had come to her with a need, and how she had filled it.  She explained that he was spanked at least once a week, and that they were quite sound spankings.  She also explained that they both hoped that this arrangement could continue with David in the house.

David sat a while silently.  He asked a few questions, and then smiled.  "Well, Timothy, if you're hoping I'll give you an excuse to avoid what you've got coming to you, you're going to be disappointed.  I think Sarah (for this was Ms. Johnson's name) is doing some good work with you, and I don't want to interfere with that.  Sarah, if you need to punish him while I'm here, go right ahead.  I got my fanny tanned a good bit when I was your age, and it did me a world of good."

Ms. Johnson leaned back in her chair and eyed David appraisingly for a moment with an interested look on her face.  Then she turned to Timothy.  "Then that's settled.  It just so happens that you are quite overdue for a discussion, young man."

Timothy was surprised.  He had not expected it to happen so soon.  He had barely caught his breath from the embarrassment of helping explain to a stranger, and now the reality that that stranger was going to listen to him getting spanked was hitting home.

"Come with me. I think we'll get this taken care of right now."  Ms. Johnson took him by the arm and led him to the family room.  She positioned him in the corner and went upstairs, ordering him not to move.  Timothy obeyed, but he didn't understand why she hadn't brought him up to the bedroom.  Surely she didn't intend to spank him in front of David!

...But that was exactly what she had in mind.  Timothy heard her coming back downstairs, as well as the unmistakable sound of her smacking the bathbrush against her palm.  Ms. Johnson could sense Timothy's consternation at the idea of a witness.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you have no right to modesty?  I'm quite sure David has seen a bare bottom before, though maybe not one the color yours will be soon."  David chuckled audibly.  Ms Johnson started to pull him out of the corner, but he resisted.  Having Megan witness his discipline was one thing, but this was somehow far worse.

"Timothy.  You are getting spanked tonight, and you are getting spanked in the manner I see fit.  You will come with me to the couch this instant, if you know what's good for you."  Ms. Johnson emphasized her words by delivering four very hard smacks with the bathbrush to Timothy's covered bottom.

"I'd do as she says, sport.  It looks like you're already in for it."  David added.

Timothy relented, and let himself be led out of the corner.  Ms. Johnson pulled him to the couch, and practically threw him across her knee. "You don't get to decide when you get a spanking, young man.  I do." she said, as she yanked down his shorts.  She twisted his arm behind his back to prevent further struggles and started smacking his bare bottom.  Timothy was determined not to cry out or show a reaction in front of David, but Ms. Johnson seemed determined to get one out of him.  She smacked her palm down fast and hard.

"You are a bad, bad boy.  And bad boys get spanked no matter who is watching!"  With that, and without any pause at all, Ms. Johnson picked up the bathbrush and brought it down hard onto Timothy's reddening bottom.

SMACK!

Timothy's resolve vanished in a moment.  "OWWWWWW!"

"That's more like it."  Ms. Johnson continued to paddle Timothy with the bathbrush.  The heavy brush crashed down, leaving dark red splotches.  Timothy squirmed against Ms. Johnson's grip.  Tears formed quickly, and he couldn't keep himself from crying out audibly.  The shame of having David witness him getting paddled was almost unbearable, and he broke down into gasping sobs.  "I know Megan is going to make sure you behave, but for now, you are my responsibility, and I know that you need this bottom of yours paddled good and hard."  Ms. Johnson was true to her word.  She later admitted to herself that she was probably showing off a bit for David, and maybe spanked Timothy a bit harder than was strictly necessary.  He squirmed against her, kicking his feet against the couch cushions.

Ms. Johnson paused a moment, resting her hand with the bathbrush against Timothy's back.  "Ordinarily, I think that would be enough.  However, we still have the matter of your disobedience when I pulled you out of the corner to address."  Timothy whimpered.  "Back to the corner.  Now."

Timothy stood and kicked his shorts and underwear off.  He knew David could see everything, and he kept his eyes downcast as he moved to the corner.  He tried to cover his privates, but Ms. Johnson smacked his hands away immediately.

"None of that.  You get your hands on your head this instant.  I am already quite cross with you, young man."  Timothy obeyed, and sniffled softly in the corner.  Ms Johnson turned to David.

"That is the kind of treatment Timothy gets on a normal, weekly basis.  However, when he misbehaves, as he did today, he gets a bit extra.  May I borrow your belt?"

David looked down.  The belt he was wearing was woven leather, much thinner than Ms. Johnson's own.  He stood and started to unbuckle it.  "Sorry, sport.  But I guess you're going to learn this lesson the hard way." he said to Timothy.  He pulled the belt through its loops and reached out to hand it to her.  His eyes met Ms. Johnson's, and there was a spark similar to when they had first started dating.

The moment passed.  Ms. Johnson took the belt and folded it over in her hand.  It was lighter and stiffer than the belt she had previously used on both Timothy and Megan.  She smacked it experimentally against her hand.

"Oh, you are definitely in for it now, young man."  She said.  "Over the couch."

Timothy shuffled out of the corner and leaned over the arm of the couch.  He buried his tear-streaked face into the cushion and gripped the fabric in anticipation of what was to come.

"David, would you be so kind as to count off ten strokes for me?  I think Timothy will be a bit distracted for the next few moments."  David nodded and Ms. Johnson took her position to the left of Timothy's hip.  She placed her left hand on the small of his back and raised the belt high.

CRACK!

The belt hit home, cutting a line across Timothy's bottom.  The stiff leather had much less give than Ms. Johnson's supple belt.  Timothy gasped at the sensation. "One," David deadpanned.  There was a lengthy pause.

CRACK! "Two!" Timothy gritted his teeth and screamed into the pillow.  Another pause.

CRACK! "Three!" David's voice cracked, and Ms. Johnson gave him that appraising look again.

The next four followed similarly.  David calling out the numbers and watching on in rapt fascination.  Ms. Johnson paused.  "Three more, Timothy.  You've taken these very well, but the last ones are going to hurt.  They are going to hurt a whole lot."

Timothy tensed his entire body and tried to pull himself into the couch.

CRACK!  Timothy arced his back and screamed.  Ms. Johnson had not been kidding.  She put her whole body behind that stroke.  There was a lengthy pause, as Ms. Johnson turned to David.

David's mouth was agape.  He shook his head and brought himself back to the present.  "Oh...um....eight!"  CRACK! "Nine"

"Last one."  CRACK!!!! "Ten!"

Ms. Johnson dropped David's belt to the floor.  Timothy's breathing was ragged.  David's was, too.  Ms. Johnson ran her hand along Timothy's welted backside and looked across the room at her boyfriend.  He swallowed nervously.

"Upstairs, Timothy.  You can cry yourself to sleep tonight."  Timothy stiffly stood and took the long, bare-bottomed walk up the stairs to his room.  Two sets of eyes silently tracked his progress.  When the door to his room closed softly, they turned to one another.  There was a lengthy, silent pause.

Finally David broke the silence.  "Remind me never to upset you," he joked nervously.

Ms. Johnson walked over to him and placed her hand against his chest.  "Don't tempt me, mister."

David swallowed nervously again.

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Timothy's Summer School Chp 5

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Mid-July

No one could say Timothy's summer hadn't been interesting.

There had been a few developments that promised to make it even more so.  Timothy felt like he had been on a rollercoaster the past couple days.

First, after he had been spanked by both Ms. Johnson and Megan, the three of them sat down for a negotiation of sorts. It was very clear that he and Megan had a mutual romantic interest, and they each said as much.  However, the terms of their dating ended up being a little different from the usual.  Timothy and Ms. Johnson described their past experiences to Megan, and it became clear that the less control Timothy had, the better it was for everyone.

"You asked me for a 'real punishment' that one time.  It seems like that's the kind of control you're really looking for." Ms. Johnson pointed out.  "Does that sound right?"

Timothy admitted some mixed feelings about this.  He definitely felt a thrill when discussing this kind of authority, but he was a bit nervous at the wicked look Megan had given him. Ultimately, though, he was quite sure that Ms. Johnson knew what she was talking about.

"Yes.  I think that's exactly right, Ms. Johnson."

"Ok.  In that case, I think our regular meetings should continue for the summer, but Megan gets full spanking authority over Timothy...at any time, and for any reason.  Is that OK with everyone?"

Megan nodded enthusiastically.  Timothy gave a timid thumbs up, but then grinned when Megan stuck her tongue out at him.

Unfortunately, in about a week, Megan was going away on vacation with her family for a few weeks.  Ms. Johnson promised that, while she was away, she would keep Timothy in line, and keep careful track of any misbehavior so Megan could deal with it appropriately when she returned.

The second major development was even more exciting. When Timothy arrived home after the meeting, he learned that his parents had won a cruise...for two...in some radio contest.  They had not been away together in years, and were a bit nervous to leave him alone.  To Timothy's absolute delight, they suggested that he stay with Ms. Johnson, and, when they called her, she immediately agreed.

However, this bit of fortune was not without its disappointments either.  At about the same time Megan was to leave on vacation, Ms. Johnson's long-distance boyfriend, David, was also coming to visit.  Timothy felt a brief pang of jealousy, but , after some reflection, he came to terms with the fact that there was really no romance in the disciplinary relationship between Ms. Johnson and himself.

More concerning was the impact his presence would have on their meetings. Timothy and Ms. Johnson agreed that they would try to think about the best way to handle the situation before he arrived.

For the time being, however, Timothy was to stay with Ms. Johnson, sleeping in a spare bedroom.  Megan was welcome to come by any time, whether to hang out, to take Timothy out on some adventure, or to take Timothy to task for some real or contrived misbehavior.

A few days later, with Timothy still smarting from a quick, but firm handspanking Ms. Johnson had given him as soon as he woke up, Megan knocked at the door.

 "Hello, Megan!  I was hoping you would come by today." Ms Johnson said, smiling.  "I have something for you."

Megan, wearing a t-shirt and casual summer shorts, smiled back, and allowed herself to be led into the kitchen, where Timothy was in his pajamas cleaning up the breakfast dishes.

"The school is, of course, closed for the summer.  But I was able to get in to my classroom yesterday, and get this."  Ms. Johnson reached into a kitchen drawer and pulled out a nicely wrapped gift box.  Although Timothy had not suspected this was coming, he was quite sure he knew what Megan would find when she unwrapped it.

Sure enough, when Megan opened the box, Ms. Johnson's hairbrush was nestled within.  Timothy had only gotten the briefest look at it before it's prior use, but now he was able to see it in detail.

It was solid wood, reddish brown in color.  The bristles were fine, pale natural strands.  Unlike the brushes Timothy had looked at while shopping, there was no rubber or plastic cushion.  The bristles were embedded directly into the thick wooden head of the brush.  It was at least eight inches long, oval in shape.  Megan hefted it experimentally in her hand.

"Is this...is this for me?" she asked

"Oh yes.  Prior to this naughty boy, I had barely ever used it.  It was there more as a threat than anything else.  I am quite sure you will find a way to put it to more practical use."  The two ladies smiled pointedly at one another, then turned to Timothy, who panicked.

"Please, Megan.  Ms. Johnson just finished spanking me!"

"And not half so hard as you deserved, young man.  Summer vacation doesn't mean you get to sleep in until half of the morning is gone!" Ms. Johnson actually waggled her finger at him.

"Have you forgotten our agreement already, Timothy?" Megan added.  "Any time, any reason.  You are going to get a serious lesson in obedience today, and I think now is a perfect time."  Megan turned to Ms. Johnson and asked sweetly, "Ms. Johnson, may I borrow the chair in your room?"

"Of course, dear.  Whatever you need."

Megan's sweetness evaporated instantly as she turned back to Timothy.  "All right, young man.  Ms. Johnson has made very clear that your behavior here has been less than satisfactory, and I certainly agree.  If this is the kind of report I should expect to get when I come back from vacation, I would be surprised if you are able to sit down for a month after I return.  Get yourself up those stairs and bring Ms. Johnson's chair into your room.  I think it's time for us both to find out just how hard I can spank."

Timothy tried to think of a way out.  He really was very sore.  Megan didn't give him more than a moment to consider.  "I said MARCH!"  she smacked him hard on his pajama covered bottom.  Timothy squealed and quickly made his way up the stairs.  Ms. Johnson nodded her approval, and then turned to finish the cleaning up Timothy had started.

Timothy made his way to Ms. Johnson's room, and picked up the low-backed chair.  He carried it carefully to his own bedroom, and placed in the middle of the floor.  Then he turned and faced the corner to await his second spanking of the morning.

Megan made him wait.  The minutes seemed like hours before Timothy heard her footsteps on the stair.  She seemed to be deliberately stomping on each step and, despite being barely older than Timothy, sounded every bit the angry mother coming to deal with a disobedient youngster.

The door opened and closed.  Timothy did not make a move out of the corner.  Megan stood behind him so close that he could feel her breath on the back of his neck.  "Well, young man.  I finally get to make up for that missed opportunity at the fort."  Timothy shivered with anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, Megan seized him firmly by the ear.  She led him to the chair and sat down. "So, I understand Ms. Johnson has already warmed you up for me.  We can dispense with the preliminaries."  With that, she yanked his pajama bottoms down.  Timothy did not wear underwear under his PJs, and it was immediately apparent how excited he was at the prospect of going across Megan's knee.   Megan raised an eyebrow at Timothy, who blushed immediately.

"I can't help it.  I'm sorry."

"Never mind that.  For the time being, I'm much more concerned with the other end."  With that, Megan tipped him right across her knee.  Megan was taller than Timothy, but not nearly as tall as Ms. Johnson.  Timothy draped nicely across her lap, and had a brief moment to appreciate the view of his pajama bottoms around his own feet framed by the legs of the chair.

SMACK!

As promised, Megan wasted no time on warmup.  She smacked the hairbrush into his bottom authoritatively, as if trying to make up for her abortive swat at the fort.  Timothy's legs and arms shot out in opposite directions as she continued to spank him firmly.  The intensity of the spanking, combined with his definite attraction to his spanker, brought his emotions immediately to the forefront, and he was crying almost immediately.

"You're a very naughty boy, aren't you?  A naughty boy who needs his bottom spanked hard to make sure he behaves, isn't that right?"

"Yes Mega-ahh-ahh-ahhn.  I'm a bad boy!" Timothy tearfully replied.

"Well, don't you worry.  Because Ms. Megan is going to give you all of the spankings you need. Right.  On. Your. Naughty. Bare. Bottom."

She emphasized the last few words with extra-hard spanks, and then immediately returned to her prior pace.  Timothy had kicked his pajama bottoms off by this point, and was struggling against Megan's grip on his waist.  Remembering what Ms. Johnson had told her to do, she reached out her hand and twisted Timothy's right arm behind his back to keep him under control.  She continued spanking him without pause.

When Ms. Johnson spanked him, he almost immediately lost any sense of arousal until the spanking ended.  This did not appear to be the case with Megan.  He was very aware of Megan's bare thighs, and of how every smack of the brush forced his erection to rub against them.  The stimulation in front battled against the fire being set in his bottom by Megan's continued application of the hairbrush.  She paused, and Timothy sighed in relief from both sensations.

"Don't think I don't feel you rubbing against my thigh, young man.  Ms. Johnson warned me this might happen.  Stand up."

Timothy stood.  His erection throbbed visibly.

"This doesn't appear to be getting my message across.  And I certainly don't want to be cleaning any messes off of my leg.  I want you to take care of that before we continue."

Timothy gaped at Megan.  Surely she didn't mean....

"Come on.  I'm quite sure you know how."

Timothy did.  Megan crossed her arms and tapped the hairbrush against her upper arm as Timothy self-consciously reached down.  His embarrassment was barely distinguishable from excitement, and it took him almost no time at all to bring himself  to a massive, shuddering climax, spurting onto the floor in front of Megan.  He had barely finished before she seized his arm and pulled him roughly back over her knee.

"Now I think this lesson can get started." She renewed Timothy's punishment with vigor.  Without the distraction, Timothy's awareness was focused on his bottom. Megan spanked much faster than Ms. Johnson, not giving Timothy a moment to recover.  The spanks blended into one another, and soon Timothy was a blubbering mess.  Megan smiled.

"That's more like it.  That is how I expect a naughty boy to look."

Megan completed the punishment with ten more full armed, forceful smacks of the brush, then dumped Timothy unceremoniously onto the floor to rub his punished bottom.

"I expect that mess to be cleaned up, young man."

Timothy sniffled and nodded, then started to reach for his pajama pants.

"Did I tell you to get dressed?"

"But..Megan...I need to go get something to clean up the mess...."

"Heaven knows Ms. Johnson knows what your bare bottom looks like after a spanking.  You can go get a towel dressed as you are."

Timothy looked back and forth between Megan's determined face and the heavy hairbrush still clutched in her right hand, then walked out into the hallway.

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Timothy's Summer School, Chp 4

The Beginning

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Early July

Timothy knocked at Ms. Johnson's door for their scheduled appointment.  His backpack sat oddly on his back, since, in addition to his supposed "tutoring" materials, it had the bathbrush and wooden spoon he had purchased the prior week. He planned to give both to Ms. Johnson, to let her choose what kind of discipline she would administer, but he admitted to himself that he was hoping to get a taste of Mr. Smiley.

Ms. Johnson opened the door with a smile on her face.

"Hello Timothy!  Right on time.  Please come in."

Timothy stepped into her front hallway and froze.  Megan was standing in the family room, looking self-consciously at her shoes.  Timothy looked back and forth between Megan and Ms. Johnson, totally speechless.

"Your friend came by earlier this week.  She told me that she overheard us last week and the two of you had spoken.  Is that correct?"

"Yes, Ms. Johnson."

"Mmm hmm.  She also told me that she was interested in learning a bit about spanking.  She's already had one lesson..one that also served to address her nasty habit of eavesdropping.  Isn't that right, young lady?"

Megan nodded, her hands moving to rub her backside ruefully.

Timothy hadn't though he could be any more shocked, but he felt like he had been slapped in the face....The thought of Ms. Johnson spanking Megan....of Megan's bottom turning red under Ms. Johnson's expert palm...

"Well, that seems to have interested you, Timothy.  However, It's worth noting that I don't think that was the kind of lesson Megan had in mind.  She's much more interested in learning how to administer a spanking.  I think there is someone in particular she intends to keep in line."  She looked meaningfully at Timothy, whose mouth was wide open at this point.

"It just so happens that I appear to be the world's foremost expert on the exact subject Megan wishes to learn.  And I think it would be a wonderful idea for her to gain some expertise."

The three of them stared at one another in silence for a moment.

"I believe you have something for me, young man?"  Ms. Johnson held out her hand.

Timothy continued to stare at her for a moment, his mind still not caught up to the present.  Finally, he realized what she was asking, and unzipped his backpack.  He pulled the two implements out and handed them to her.

Ms. Johnson took the implements wordlessly.  She placed the spoon on a side table and hefted the bathbrush.  "Oh my.  This will certainly do."  She slapped it a few times against her palm.  She placed it down on the table and picked up the spoon.  She looked at the whimsical face carved into the bowl and looked askance at Timothy.

"I call it Mr. Smiley", he said, looking down at his shoes.

Ms. Johnson laughed.  "Well, we'll see who's smiling at the end of the day, won't we?" she slapped it experimentally against her palm. "Yes.  Very good choices.  We didn't set up a game for this week, but I believe there is something we need to deal with.  Do you recall the first thing I told you when we discussed this arrangement?"

Timothy cocked his head, confused.  He wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"In the classroom. The first...the VERY first thing I told you was that this was to remain between us.  I was very specific about that.  I will not tolerate disobedience, even when it ends up with a positive development like Megan's interest here.  Fortunately, you have provided me with the means of correcting that misbehavior.  You are going to leave here an extremely soundly spanked young man, and your friend is going to get quite an education in how to discipline you in the future.  Do you understand me?"

Timothy nodded.  He had been off balance since the moment he walked in the door, and had no idea how to react other than to obey.

"Upstairs.  Right now.  Get your nose in that corner.  You are in for the spanking of your life."

Timothy practically ran up the stairs.  He was shaking all over, whether with excitement or fear he couldn't tell.  He put his nose in the corner and waited.  Before long, he heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs, and into the room.

"Megan, you will wait on the other side of the room.  Not a word out of you.  I just want you to watch and listen until I say otherwise." Timothy heard her footsteps retreat to the far wall. "As for you, young man.  As I told you, you sacrificed your right to modesty that first day in the classroom"  She yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles. "Let's see what Mr. Smiley is capable of"

POP!

The head of the spoon was smaller than the paddle or even the hairbrush, but the long handle meant that it moved with a lot of speed.  The result was an intense, concentrated sting right at the point of impact.  Timothy gasped involuntarily, and reached his hands out to brace himself against the wall.

POP! POP! POP!

"Not so smiley all of a sudden, it seems."  Ms. Johnson continued to pepper Timothy's bare bottom and the backs of his thighs with smacks of the spoon.  Timothy clutched at the wall.  The spoon's impact belied its smaller size.  Although he didn't cry out, the intensity of the smacks brought tears instantly to the corner of his eyes.

The spoon clattered to the floor.  Ms Johnson seized Timothy by the upper arm and roughly pulled him out of the corner to her chair.  She sat down and dumped him across her lap.  Without a moment's hesitation, she started spanking him with her open hand.  The change of sensation made the tears rush out in a burst, and Timothy was suddenly bawling.

"I'm sooo-oooo--ooorry, Ms. Johnson!"

"You had better save some of those tears, young man.  Trust me, you are going to need them today.  Ms. Johnson continued the spanking.  Timothy kicked and squirmed, but to no avail.  Her hand kept smacking down on his already reddened bottom.  Then Ms. Johnson paused.

"I understand you have Megan to thank for this.  She has excellent taste."  Timothy felt Ms. Johnson reach for something on the bed.  Then, there was a heavy impact on his bottom.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

The bathbrush was the worst of the spoon combined with the worst of Ms. Johnson's hairbrush.  Each smack fell heavily on his backside, jerking him forward with its power.  Ms Johnson spanked steadily, bringing her arm up over her shoulder for each stroke.  Timothy arched his back and wailed.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"I told you.  We are just getting started here."  The brush crashed down repeatedly.  Timothy squirmed and twisted in a fruitless attempt to protect the sorest parts of his bottom, but Ms. Johnson seemed to find them every time.  Megan looked on, her hands covering her mouth to keep from speaking.  She watched Timothy's reddening bottom dance under the brush with fascination. Though she felt bad for him, she admitted to herself that she found the scene arousing.  Very arousing.

Ms. Johnson continued spanking Timothy until his bottom practically glowed.  Finally, she stopped and laid the brush down beside the chair.

Timothy was bawling so badly that he had started hiccuping.  His face was almost as red as his bottom, and it was completely covered with tears.  His hands clutched at the legs of the chair, his knuckles white.  He continued crying for almost a minute after Ms. Johnson had stopped.

"We are not done yet, young man."

Megan's eyes went wide.  Timothy gasped.  He felt thoroughly punished, and he truly wasn't sure he could take any more.

"Bend over the bed."  Ms. Johnson pushed Timothy to his feet.  He looked at her pleadingly, but she gazed sternly at him and pointed to the side of the bed. "I will count to three.  One....Two..." Timothy hung his head and walked over as if heading for his execution.

"Megan, please go into the closet and get the leather belt.  I believe you know where it is."

Megan quickly obeyed.  She opened the closet door and saw it hanging on a hook.  She shivered slightly, remembering her last experience with it.  Then she reached out and took it.

"You may do the honors, Megan."

Megan turned.  She saw Ms. Johnson standing next to the chair.  Timothy was bent over the side of the bed, his hands clutching a pillow to his face, and his scarlet bottom raised as a target.  His back was still shaking with sobs, but he made no attempt to get up or to plead his case.

Megan stepped forward.  She folded the belt over, grasping the ends in her right hand.  She stood at Timothy's right hip and paused.

"One of the two of you is going to get ten very hard strokes of that belt in the next couple minutes, Megan.  You will have one and only one opportunity to make sure that it's not you."

Megan swallowed.  Ms. Johnson had spanked her very hard earlier in the week, and she had absolutely no desire to repeat the experience.  She did want to spank Timothy, and she knew that he wanted her to.  She just wasn't quite sure she could actually do it. Steeling herself, she raised the belt.  Ms. Johnson had given her just the incentive she needed.

SMACK!  She brought the belt crashing down on poor Timothy's bottom.  It felt right.  SMACK!  Again and again the belt snapped down.  Timothy screamed into the pillow.  Megan enjoyed the sensation of power....of Timothy's absolute acceptance of her ability to do this.  She smacked the belt down, completed her ten strokes, and then placed the belt down beside Timothy.

"You are a natural.  That was excellent", Ms. Johnson purred.  Megan barely heard her.  She reached her hand out and stroked Timothy's punished bottom.  The heat was coming off in waves.  He wept softly into the pillow.  Megan stroked his bottom soothingly, an felt him respond to her touch.

"I think that's enough for now."  Ms Johnson gathered up Timothy's clothes and placed them on the bed. "Come downstairs with me, Megan.  We'll let Timothy cry it out, then I think we all have some things to discuss."

Megan turned to obey, then looked back at Timothy's sobbing form.  She looked wordlessly at Ms. Johnson, who nodded.  Ms. Johnson walked out, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Megan walked over to sit on the bed next to Timothy. She placed her hand gently on the small of his back.  "Hey....hey...are you ok?"

Timothy raised his head slightly to look at her.  He smiled through his tears.  "Yes.  Thank you."  Megan smiled back.

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Timothy’s Summer School: Interlude

The Beginning

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CAUTION:  This story contains f/f spanking.  This blog is primarily f/m in nature.  If that's all you want to read, give this one a pass and go on to the Next Chapter

End of June

Megan did not like being unsure.  Her conversation with Timothy gave her some very strange, but enjoyable feelings.  She was very disappointed that she hadn’t been able to whack Timothy with the spoon he had handed her.  She wanted to, and she knew he wanted her to, but she had a lot of self doubt.

That talk at the fort had been three days ago.  She had done a lot of thinking since then.  She hadn’t avoided Timothy, but she certainly hadn’t sought him out, wanting to sort everything out so, when the time came, she could be her normal self-assured self.  To that end, she had decided to seek some advice.

There was a park across the street from Ms. Johnson’s house.  Megan often biked there to read, away from the usual chaos of her house.  That’s what she had been doing when she overheard Ms Johnson taking the belt to Timothy a few days ago.  She hadn’t meant to listen in, but she saw Timothy’s bike, and his voice was very clear through the open window.  

She had just locked up her red bike in the park, and was running through what she wanted to say in her head.  She ran her hands down the sides of her overalls nervously, and stepped across the street to Ms. Johnson's front door.  Before she could lose her nerve, she rang the doorbell.

“Just a moment!” Came the voice from inside.  Megan heard footsteps, and then the door opened.  “Oh!  Hello Megan!  What a nice surprise.  Hold on one second."  Ms. Johnson was holding a telephone on her chest.  She raised it to her ear "David?  Let me call you back.  Someone has just come to the door."  She pushed the button to disconnect the call and looked up at Megan.

"How can I help you?”  Ms. Johnson smiled pleasantly.

“I was hoping to ask you for a favor, Ms. Johnson.  It involves....Timothy.”  Megan winked in what she hoped was a conspiratorial manner.

Ms. Johnson was very clearly taken aback.  “Timothy, you say?  Why don’t you step inside so we can discuss this.”

Megan walked in, and Ms Johnson guided her to the family room.  They both sat down on the couch.

“What is it you wanted to ask?”

Megan breathed deeply.  She told Ms Johnson how she had overheard them, and how she had followed Timothy to the store.  She also told her about their discussion at the fort, and how she had been unable to spank Timothy when the opportunity was presented to her.  Megan had rehearsed this speech many times over the past few days, and she spoke very confidently.  Ms. Johnson was impressed with her composure, but her lips pressed into a tight line as she listened.

“So, do I understand that you wanted to spank Timothy?”

“Yes, Ms. Johnson.”

“And he wanted you to as well.”

“It certainly seemed so, Ms Johnson.”

“And you were unable to, because....?”

“Honestly, I just think it was so new and unexpected.  I was hoping you could give me some help.”

“Oh, I think I’ll definitely be able to do that.  However, I want to back up a bit.  You followed Timothy from here after listening in on our meeting, is that correct?”

“Well, I don’t know if I listened in...I heard it, though.  The window was opened”

“You heard it.  You heard it enough to know that I had sent him to buy an implement, correct?”

“...yes...” Megan wasn’t quite sure where this was going.

“That would have taken some careful listening.  I certainly wasn’t shouting when I said that.”  Megan was momentarily without response. “Do you think it’s appropriate to listen in on an obviously private situation?”

“...no, Ms. Johnson.”

“And then to pursue poor Timothy and browbeat him into sharing a secret?  That is just disgraceful.”

This was not at all going the way Megan had planned.  She felt very small and unsure.  She hated that feeling.  Ms. Johnson let the silence hang in the air for a long minute.

“It just so happens that I can think of a way to educate you on how Timothy needs to be handled, while simultaneously addressing your own.....behavior.  You’re a very bright girl.  I am certain you can figure out what I mean.”  Ms. Johnson't voice and demeanor had become very stern.

Megan gaped.  She understood perfectly well what Ms. Johnson was suggesting.  She had gotten a birthday spanking from her in class, but had always avoided the real thing.  She was starting to become very nervous.

“You have two choices, young lady.  You can leave right now, in which case I will tell your parents that you were eavesdropping on me and interfering with Timothy's tutoring, and you may face whatever consequences they decide upon.  Or you can stay.  This will stay between us.  I will give you the advice you came to me for, but first you will be disciplined as I see fit.  We both know what I am talking about, yes?”

“Yes, Ms Johnson.”

“I am going to step into the kitchen.  The door is right there.”  Ms Johnson pointed.  “If you choose to leave, you should expect me to speak with your parents before sundown.  If, on the other hand, you choose to stay...” Ms Johnson’s arm turned to point at the stairs “you will march yourself right up those stairs and wait for me in the first bedroom on the left.  I will be up in a few minutes.  You will face the corner until I get there.”

Ms. Johnson got up and walked into the kitchen.  Megan sat on the couch, very nervous at the turn the conversation had taken.  She ran through every possible scenario in her head.  Finally, she stood and walked slowly up the stairs.

Ms. Johnson heard the soft footsteps on the stairs and smiled to herself.  She washed her hands, and then followed, turning into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.  Her low-backed chair was pushed against the wall.  Megan was standing in the corner, as requested.  Ms. Johnson pulled the chair to the middle of the room, and sat down.  

“Please come stand in front of me, Megan.” Megan turned and obeyed.  Her lower lip was already quivering.  “Hands on your head.”  Megan again obeyed.  Ms. Johnson reached out and unbuttoned the metal clasps that held up her overalls.  First the right, then the left.  She flipped the straps over Megan’s shoulders and the bib of the overall drooped down, exposing the front of her t-shirt.  Megan’s eyes closed, and her breathing came in quick, nervous gasps.  Ms. Johnson started to undo the line of buttons on the side of the lower part of Megan's overalls until they fell in a pool at her feet.  Megan stood in front of Ms. Johnson in a white t-shirt and a pair of powder blue panties.

“In class, I spank on the underwear.  I think you know this.  However, Timothy has helped me realize that that is counterproductive.  Spankings should be given on the bare bottom.”  With that, Ms. Johnson reached out and grasped the waistband of Megan’s panties.  Megan grabbed Ms. Johnson's wrists and jerked her hips back defensively, but Ms. Johnson held her waist firmly and pulled her closer.  “Megan, you have made your choice. Don’t make this any more difficult for yourself.”

Megan took a deep, nervous breath, and put her hands back on her head.  Ms. Johnson lowered the blue panties to her knees, and guided Megan around to her right side.

“I’m going to turn you across my knee now, young lady. You will be there for some time.  As you heard, my paddle broke, which is very fortunate for you.  However, I think you’ll find that I can do quite an admirable job with my hand."  With that, Ms. Johnson tugged firmly on Megan's arm, pulling her into position.  Megan gasped and fell forward.  She grabbed Ms. Johnson's ankle with one hand.  Her long blonde hair draped down over her face, framing her view of the floorboards.  There was a very long pause.

SMACK!  a splash of pain and heat shot across Megan's bottom.  Then another, and another.  The spanking started fast and hard.  Megan stretched her legs behind her, crossing her ankles and trying to spread out the pain.  Ms. Johnson continued without pause.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Megan began to make little whimpering noises with each slap. She wasn't crying, not yet at least, but she felt incredibly vulnerable. The pain and embarrassment of her position continued to grow each time Ms. Johnson's hand fell sharply on her reddening bottom.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Megan began to cry softly.  She kicked her feet until her overalls flew completely off and her panties were dangling from one ankle, caught on the heel of her sneaker.  She felt the tears running down her nose to drip onto the hardwood floor, and a part of her mind wondered if Timothy's tears had pooled in the same spot.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"When, and only when, you have been thoroughly spanked, I am going to take the belt to you just like I did to Timothy.  It's no more than you deserve."

Megan wailed in despair and pain.  The spanking was unrelenting, and Ms. Johnson was certainly not being gentle.  She delivered spank after spank until Megan was uncontrollably bawling.  She made incoherent promises and pleas, but they fell on deaf ears.

Finally, Ms. Johnson stopped.  Megan went on crying for almost a minute before she looked back pleadingly.  She saw no mercy in Ms. Johnson's face.

"Go to the closet.  Bring me the belt that is hanging on the inside of the door."

Megan got up and slowly walked to the closet.  She opened the door, and saw it hanging on the hook. It was a heavy, thick leather, but it was very supple.  It had obviously been worn often.  Megan took it down and ran her hand along its length.

"Hand it to me."

Megan walked to stand in front of Ms. Johnson and handed her the belt.  Ms Johnson took it in her hand, and then swiftly bent Megan over, wrapping her left arm around Megan's waist from the back so that she was held firmly and her bare, red bottom was framed.

"I should have invited Timothy over to hear you getting punished" she said, and then brought the belt down, hard, across Megan's backside.  Megan practically jumped in the air, but Ms. Johnson's strong arm held her firm.  She delivered nine more stinging strokes of the belt, and Megan' tears streamed down her face.

After the tenth stroke, Ms. Johnson released Megan, who lay facedown on the bed trying to rub away the pain in her bottom.  She continued to sob into the sheets as Ms. Johnson placed the belt by her head.

"I hope you learned a few things, young lady.  There are some lessons that need to be learned firsthand."

"Yes, Ms. Johnson," Megan sobbed.

"When you have finished crying, come downstairs and we will discuss what you came here for.  I think I can help you get started."  Ms. Johnson walked out, closing the door behind her.

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Timothy's Summer School, Chp 3

The Beginning

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Later that day, Late June

The bike ride was awful.  Ms. Johnson had promised to "spank him until he couldn't sit for a week", and, as he gingerly lowered himself onto the bike seat, he thought she had come pretty close.  He pedaled standing as long as he could, but every once in a while, he'd forget and try to sit, and was immediately reminded of the belt's effects. 

If he was being honest with himself, he cherished the lingering soreness.  He couldn't believe his luck that Ms. Johnson was so willing to play along with him, and that she'd thrown herself into the role with such enthusiasm.  This was shaping up to be a spectacular summer.

He decided that, rather than heading straight home, he would run his "errand", and try to find a replacement for the ping-pong paddle Ms. Johnson had broken across his backside.  He biked straight to a shopping center with a huge store that sold home goods.  He was certain he could find a suitable hairbrush there.

Fifteen minutes later, he was less convinced.  The hairbrush she had used on him in the classroom was solid wood, thick and heavy.  Every hairbrush he could find was either plastic or thin wood with a cushioned bristle area.  He could feel how flimsy they were, and was quite sure that Ms. Johnson’s enthusiastic use would break them immediately.  He actually wouldn't mind if she carried out her threat to use the belt again, but he just couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her.  He had left the beauty section, and had moved on to kitchenwares. He decided that a solid wooden spoon was probably a better idea.  He picked one out that had a winking smiley face cut out of the bowl.  He chuckled at the thought of Ms. Johnson's face when he somberly presented "Mr. Smiley" as her new implement of correction.

"Have you considered one of these?"

Timothy froze. He turned around at the familiar voice, Mr. Smiley still held in his hands.

Megan stood in front of him.  She was wearing short overalls over a t-shirt, her long blond hair windblown from having followed him on her bike.  She was holding a long, solid wooden brush, with soft bristles. It was far too long to be a hairbrush, and Timothy wasn't quite sure what it was, but he could immediately see that it would be a perfect choice.

"It's a bathbrush.  I bet it would work well" Megan said.

"...What do you mean?"  Timothy stammered.

"Ms. Johnson is a pretty tough tutor, isn't she?  I don't know what you did to piss her off, but I certainly could hear what happened from across the street."

"No...It's not like that.  That's not...."

"So....why are you buying a wooden spoon?"

Timothy had no response.  He reached his hand out and took the bathbrush.  Then he walked towards the register.  Megan followed him.

"Are you ok?  Do you need help?"  She asked, genuinely concerned.

"No!  No, listen.  Wait until we get outside.  Everything is OK.  I promise.

Timothy bought both the bathbrush and Mr. Smiley,  He could barely meet the eyes of the cashier, who eyed his purchases curiously.  Megan studiously looked away while he completed the transaction.  He rolled up the bag so there was no clue as to its contents.  Megan followed him impatiently.

"Well?  What's going on?" She asked, as soon as they stepped out the door.

Timothy took a deep breath.  He looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.  "Ms. Johnson spanks me every week.  She promised she's going to do it all summer."

"What?  I thought she liked you!  You were like...her teacher's pet all year!  What happened?"

"No, it's not that.  She still likes me. It's just....look....I asked her to."

"You...asked her to?  You asked her to SPANK you?  Ok.  You are telling me this whole story.  Let's go to the fort."

The fort wasn't really a fort at all.  It was a clearing in the woods that Timothy, Megan, and a few other kids had used as a hideout when they were younger.  Timothy hadn't been there in years.  They biked the familiar route in silence, Timothy still trying hard to remain standing.  They arrived and parked their bikes against a tree.

"Ok. Spill."

Timothy spilled.  He told Megan about his drawing and the subsequent conversation with Ms. Johnson.  He told her about Ms. Johnson's enthusiastic acceptance of her role as "tutor".  He even filled in the details of the session Megan had overheard earlier in the day.

"She BROKE the paddle?  Oh, wow.  She must have been hitting you HARD.  Didn't it hurt?"

"Yeah.  It hurt a lot."

"Did you cry?"

"...Yeah..."

"But you wanted it to happen.  Right?"

"...Yeah..."

"Weird.  Can I see?

Timothy looked at her quizzically.  "See what?"

"Your butt, dummy.  I want to see what your spanked butt looks like."

Timothy's jaw dropped.  He had not expected that.  But, he hadn't expected much of what had happened today.

"Come on.  I promise I won't tell anyone about any of this.  Just let me see what it looks like."

Timothy looked around carefully to make sure no one else was coming by the fort.  Then he turned around and lowered his pants and underwear in the back.

"Oh.  My.  God.  Have you looked at yourself?"  Timothy had not, and he shook his head to indicate so.  "It's bright red all over, and has raised welts everywhere!"  She reached out her hand, then pulled back.  "Is it...is it OK if I touch it?"  Timothy nodded.

He felt her hand softly stroking along the line of one of the welts.

"You asked for this?  You wanted this to happen?"

"Yeah.  Well, I mean...not this specifically.  That just kind of happened....but yeah."

"Is this...." Megan lowered her voice to a whisper "Is this a .... a sex thing...?"

"No.  Well, maybe.  Kinda.  I think it's sexy, and I think Ms. Johnson does too.  But we've never done anything like that."

"But she saw you naked, right?  Even your...your thing?"

She had definitely seen everything, and Timothy nodded.

"Wow.  Have you always...you know...liked this stuff?

Timothy pulled up his pants and turned to face her.  "Yeah.  As long as I can remember.  Before I even knew about sex and girls and stuff.  I used to think about this stuff all the time."

"How come you never asked me?"

Timothy's jaw dropped.  Megan, like just about every girl he had ever known, had certainly spanked him often enough in his imagination.  But he'd never even thought about actually asking her.

"I mean....I never....what would you have said?"

Megan giggled.  "I don't know.  It's different.  But I've got to admit, seeing your butt like that....it's kind of...I don't know.  It makes me a bit tingly.

The two stared at each other, almost daring one another to make the first move.  Timothy picked up the bag with the implements and unwrapped it.  Megan was watching his every move intently.  He pulled out the wooden spoon, and, after a moment's hesitation, held it out to her.  She took it.

Timothy looked around and then leaned both hands against a tree.  Megan hesitantly pulled his pants back down in the back.  She paused...for a very long time.

"I'm not sure how to do this.  I want to..."  She tapped him gently with the spoon.

Timothy burst out laughing.  After a moment, Megan joined him.  He pulled his pants back up and retrieved the spoon.  "It's ok.  Thanks for trying"

Megan looked at him.  "Well, you're not getting spanked THIS time.  But I'm not making any promises for the future.  Especially if you keep any more secrets from me."  She punched him in the arm to emphasize this last point.

Timothy chuckled and rubbed his arm ruefully.

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