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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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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