Timothy’s Summer School: Interlude

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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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