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."
"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 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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