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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