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"Good. I've got my hands full." Ms. Johnson playfully whacked David on the backside. David winced noticeably. Megan looked at the two curiously for a moment, then she turned and started for the stairs.
David rubbed his bottom ruefully. He could still feel the heat from the belt through his pants, and his underwear rubbed painfully against the raised welts it had left. Ms. Johnson smiled at his discomfort as they watched Megan stop up the stairs after Timothy.
"He's really in for it today, isn't he?" David asked.
"Oh, I think so. Megan is quite eager to show him how stern she can be. She certainly seemed it at the table."
Two loud whacks were audible from upstairs. Both of them looked up at the sound, then turned to one another chuckling.
"Sounds like she has things well in hand." Ms. Johnson said. "And how are you feeling this morning?" She reached out and stroked his bottom gently.
David smiled. "I'm fine. A bit sore, but fine."
"It wasn't too much?" Ms. Johnson asked, concerned.
"No! Not at all." She stepped closer.
"Was it enough?"
David blushed a bit. "Well, not to brag...."
The sounds of Timothy's punishment carried down the stairs. Both David and Ms. Johnson could tell that Megan was being very enthusiastic in her use of the brush. Timothy's cries and promises to behave were quite audible.
Ms. Johnson stepped back and looked at David curiously. He continued "...That belt is pretty small, comparatively. It's pretty severe for Timothy, but....well...you saw how long you had to go with me. And you were swinging pretty hard."
Ms. Johnson had considered this. She had been swinging hard. Very hard. She stepped back close to him and placed her hand against his chest. "What do you think we should do about this?" she purred.
"Well, you saw my laptop. There are a few places that cater to these needs."
"And did you have something in mind, young man?" Ms. Johnson asked, a smile on her face.
Davis walked upstairs and found his laptop. He paused by Timothy's door and briefly listened in. Megan was certainly being thorough. He brought it down the kitchen and started it up. The loud smacks of the brush and Timothy's wails followed him down the stairs.
"I was thinking that a strap might work."
"Oh, you just thought of this now, did you?" Ms. Johnson chuckled, remembering the pictures she had seen on David's laptop.
David grinned back at her. "Well, I may have been considering this for a while..."
The noises upstairs suddenly stopped. The two looked up and, after a moment, saw Megan walking down the stairs.
"Done already?" Ms. Johnson asked, teasingly.
"Oh no. Not at all." Megan responded. "I was hoping to borrow Mr. Smiley."
David looked at Ms. Johnson, confused. She smiled.
"Of course." Ms. Johnson reached into a drawer and pulled out the wooden spoon with the smiley face cutout that gave it its nickname. David's eyes widened as Ms. Johnson handed it to Megan.
"I'd like to keep him waiting a bit. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
David and Ms. Johnson looked at each other and smiled. "Of course not, dear."
After a moment, Megan walked back up the stairs. The two listened as the spoon went to work, and then heard Megan turning timothy back across her knee.
"If a strapping is what you need, then a strapping is what you'll get. Order it now, before you lose your nerve."
David obeyed and placed the order. The two waited in the kitchen for Megan to finish. They waited quite some time.
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Friday, August 30, 2019
Timothy's Summer School Chp 10
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Timothy and Megan parked and locked their bikes. Megan adjusted her backpack and reached out to take Timothy’s hand in her own. The two started to walk across the park towards Ms. Johnson’s house. As they reached the edge of the park, Megan stopped, and turned to face Timothy.
“Are you ready for this?” She asked.
Timothy nodded.
“You know, once we go in there, I’m going to be very strict with you.” Megan looked at him seriously. “VERY strict.”
“Yes, Megan.”
“Like....really strict. Naughty Timothy may never sit down again strict. The hairbrush is in my backpack, and, if Ms. Johnson says what I think she’s going to say, I intend to use it. I’ve been practicing, you know. I found a few old stuffed animals that are quite well behaved now.”
Timothy chuckled and nodded.
“And that’s what you want? I’m asking you for real now. That is really what you want? You can tell me now, and we don’t have to go in.”
“Yes, please Megan. That is exactly what I want.”
“Good.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Because that’s exactly what I want, too. That was your last chance to back out.” Her demeanor changed in an instant.
“No more delays, young man. You come with me right this minute.” She took his hand again, but it was different. When they held hands in the park, it had been gentle and affectionate. The two had walked together. This was very clearly her taking control. She stood taller and straighter and a determined expression appeared on her face. She gripped his hand firmly and briskly led him across the street to the front door of Ms. Johnson’s house. Megan knocked on the door, and then crossed her arms to glare at Timothy. After a moment, Ms. Johnson opened the door.
“Hello, Ms. Johnson. Timothy here has let me know that his behavior was less than stellar while I was gone. I was hoping that we could discuss this in a bit more detail.”
Ms. Johnson stepped aside and gestured the two in. “Of course. Let’s step into the kitchen to talk.”
Ms. Johnson led the pair to the kitchen. David walked in, and Ms. Johnson introduced him the Megan, letting her know that they could speak freely with him in the room.
Timothy was uncomfortably aware that everyone in the room had seen him tearfaced and red-bottomed and, in all likelihood, would again. Probably sooner rather than later. As was usual, however, his shame was somehow thrilling.
Ms. Johnson, Megan, and Timothy sat around Ms. Johnson's kitchen table. David, for some reason, had declined a chair and was standing next to Ms. Johnson. Ms. Johnson gave Megan quite a litany of Timothy's activities while Megan had been away. Listening to her talk, it would seem as if Timothy was the worst behaved boy in the state. Everyone, of course, knew that she was exaggerating a bit (maybe even a lot), but that didn't stop Megan from looking at him sternly as Ms. Johnson continued down the list.
David seemed unusually subdued, but he, too, shook his head at Timothy's supposed misbehavior. Timothy fell into his role and looked down at his hands as the discussion continued. Finally, the listing stopped and Megan turned to him.
"Well, young man. I leave for two weeks, and this is the kind of report I get? You should know that this is not acceptable behavior."
Timothy continued to look at his hands. Even though he knew it was largely for show, Megan's tone made him feel like a very little boy, and an exceptionally naughty one at that.
"...and you should certainly know how I intend to deal with this. I know Ms. Johnson tried to keep you in line, but I think you and I need to have a few very long discussions about the kind of behavior I expect from you. More than a few."
Timothy shrunk in on himself. Megan seemed to loom over him, her confidence and stern demeanor belying the fact that she was only a few inches taller than him.
"Ms. Johnson spanked you every week this summer, and that still wasn't enough to keep you behaving. There are ten days left before school starts. You're getting a spanking every. Single. Day."
Timothy's stomach dropped. He looked up fearfully. Megan was leaning down over him. She held the hairbrush Ms. Johnson had presented to her, pointed threateningly at Timothy.
"And that's if you manage to behave yourself. Don't think that I'll hesitate for a second to paddle your little tush twice in a day...or more!... if you act up."
Ms. Johnson was impressed. Megan had taken to her role like a fish to water. She felt a swell of pride at what she'd helped start.
"Upstairs. Corner. Now." Megan pointed the way.
"Yes. Ms. Megan." Timothy hurried up the stairs.
"You had better have your pants down when I get up there!" Megan shouted after him. She turned to Ms. Johnson "Thank you. I know Timothy's parents are back, but I was hoping you would let us continue to use his room until school starts"
"Of course, dear." Ms. Johnson replied. "Let me know if you need any help at all."
"I will. But I think I'm going to try to handle him myself."
"Good. I've got my hands full." Ms. Johnson playfully whacked David on the backside. David winced noticeably. Megan looked at the two curiously for a moment, then she turned and started for the stairs.
Timothy had gone into his room and quickly removed his pants. He folded them neatly and placed them on the bed. He thought for a moment, then removed his shirt too. The thought of being naked when Megan arrived sent a thrill through his body. Then he turned and faced the corner.
He didn't have long to wait. As before, Megan stepped heavily on each stair as she walked up, sounding every bit the angry parent. Timothy heard the door open and then close again. He heard Megan's footsteps across the room as she walked to stand behind him. He felt her breath on his neck.
Her hand brushed down his back towards his bottom, still slightly sore from the spankings he had received the last two days. "I am going to see to it that you don't sit down the rest of the summer." Her had stroked his bottom in wide, lazy circles.
CRACK
Without warning, she slapped his bottom, hard.
CRACK
Again, on the other cheek. Timothy clutched at the wall. These were not gentle, warm-up smacks. The lazy circles began again.
"This is not going to be a quick spanking like yesterday, young man. I meant what I said. You are getting a spanking every day. And this one is going to be a doozy."
Megan seized him by the arm and led him to the chair. She pulled it to the center of the room and sat down. She placed the hairbrush in her lap and looked up at him.
"I can see that you're excited. I'm not going to do anything about that. Hopefully, you can control yourself. If not, there will be consequences." Timothy blushed deeply and tried to cover himself.
Megan chuckled, and pulled him to her right side. She took the hairbrush in her left hand and pulled Timothy across her knee. Timothy felt the brush stroke his back as she passed it to her right hand.
"I am going to spank you so hard your head will spin. Imagine misbehaving that badly over two weeks."
The brush cracked down rapidly five times. Timothy gasped. As promised, Megan did not start off gently.
"You are going to cry today. You are going to cry a whole lot. Ms. Johnson and her boyfriend downstairs are going to hear exactly what Ms. Megan does to naughty boys."
The spanking started in earnest. Megan smacked the brush down again and again, leaving wide crimson ovals on Timothy's bottom. She fell into a rhythm, going up one cheek and down the other over and over again. Timothy was crying almost immediately, and his feet started to involuntarily kick, as if he were swimming. His hands clutched uselessly at the floorboards. Megan continued the spanking wordlessly, now concentrating on the tender spot where his thighs became his bottom. Her arm rose and fell over and over again, and Timothy's tears ran in streams down his face to pool on the floor.
Megan paused.
"Up. Get your nose back in that corner." Timothy rose quickly and ran to the corner. "We are not even close to done yet. Put your hands on your head." Timothy obeyed.
Megan stood and placed the hairbrush on the chair. "I am going downstairs for a moment. If you rub your bottom while I am gone...if you even move a muscle....then I will make sure it is two spankings every day. Do you understand me, mister?"
Timothy nodded silently.
"Uh-uh. I expect a real answer. No rubbing, no moving from that corner. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Timothy sniffled.
Timothy heard Megan walk out the door and down the stairs. He heard Megan talking to Ms. Johnson and David, though he couldn't make out any words. The fact that the two of them had certainly heard the activities upstairs, and were probably discussing it, was thrilling. The temptation to rub his bottom was strong, but he had not heard Megan close the door, and he really, really wanted to be obedient, so he rested his forehead against the wall and breathed.
After a short time, he heard Megan return and close the door. She walked across the room.
"As I said, we are not done yet."
POP
Without the slightest warning, the spoon smacked against his upper thigh. Timothy howled at the sudden assault.
POP POP POP POP POP POP
Megan smacked his bottom and upper thighs with the spoon over and over. The intense sting, on top of the overall soreness of his bottom, was excruciating, and Timothy's feet danced in place.
"Get yourself back to the chair. Now." Megan pursued him back to the middle of the room, placing a few well-timed smacks of the spoon on the way. She dropped the spoon with a clatter on the floor and sat down. She reached up and roughly pulled him back across her knee.
"I hope you are learning your lesson, young man." Megan immediately began spanking him with her hand. Timothy's tears rushed to the surface again, and he was suddenly bawling. Megan did not relent at all, smacking her hand down on his crimson bottom. He laid passively across her lap, all though of resistance or struggle gone.
Finally, Megan stopped. Timothy was still sobbing as she gently stroked his punished bottom.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's all over now." She pulled him up to sit on her lap and hugged him.
"Until tomorrow."
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Timothy and Megan parked and locked their bikes. Megan adjusted her backpack and reached out to take Timothy’s hand in her own. The two started to walk across the park towards Ms. Johnson’s house. As they reached the edge of the park, Megan stopped, and turned to face Timothy.
“Are you ready for this?” She asked.
Timothy nodded.
“You know, once we go in there, I’m going to be very strict with you.” Megan looked at him seriously. “VERY strict.”
“Yes, Megan.”
“Like....really strict. Naughty Timothy may never sit down again strict. The hairbrush is in my backpack, and, if Ms. Johnson says what I think she’s going to say, I intend to use it. I’ve been practicing, you know. I found a few old stuffed animals that are quite well behaved now.”
Timothy chuckled and nodded.
“And that’s what you want? I’m asking you for real now. That is really what you want? You can tell me now, and we don’t have to go in.”
“Yes, please Megan. That is exactly what I want.”
“Good.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Because that’s exactly what I want, too. That was your last chance to back out.” Her demeanor changed in an instant.
“No more delays, young man. You come with me right this minute.” She took his hand again, but it was different. When they held hands in the park, it had been gentle and affectionate. The two had walked together. This was very clearly her taking control. She stood taller and straighter and a determined expression appeared on her face. She gripped his hand firmly and briskly led him across the street to the front door of Ms. Johnson’s house. Megan knocked on the door, and then crossed her arms to glare at Timothy. After a moment, Ms. Johnson opened the door.
“Hello, Ms. Johnson. Timothy here has let me know that his behavior was less than stellar while I was gone. I was hoping that we could discuss this in a bit more detail.”
Ms. Johnson stepped aside and gestured the two in. “Of course. Let’s step into the kitchen to talk.”
Ms. Johnson led the pair to the kitchen. David walked in, and Ms. Johnson introduced him the Megan, letting her know that they could speak freely with him in the room.
Timothy was uncomfortably aware that everyone in the room had seen him tearfaced and red-bottomed and, in all likelihood, would again. Probably sooner rather than later. As was usual, however, his shame was somehow thrilling.
Ms. Johnson, Megan, and Timothy sat around Ms. Johnson's kitchen table. David, for some reason, had declined a chair and was standing next to Ms. Johnson. Ms. Johnson gave Megan quite a litany of Timothy's activities while Megan had been away. Listening to her talk, it would seem as if Timothy was the worst behaved boy in the state. Everyone, of course, knew that she was exaggerating a bit (maybe even a lot), but that didn't stop Megan from looking at him sternly as Ms. Johnson continued down the list.
David seemed unusually subdued, but he, too, shook his head at Timothy's supposed misbehavior. Timothy fell into his role and looked down at his hands as the discussion continued. Finally, the listing stopped and Megan turned to him.
"Well, young man. I leave for two weeks, and this is the kind of report I get? You should know that this is not acceptable behavior."
Timothy continued to look at his hands. Even though he knew it was largely for show, Megan's tone made him feel like a very little boy, and an exceptionally naughty one at that.
"...and you should certainly know how I intend to deal with this. I know Ms. Johnson tried to keep you in line, but I think you and I need to have a few very long discussions about the kind of behavior I expect from you. More than a few."
Timothy shrunk in on himself. Megan seemed to loom over him, her confidence and stern demeanor belying the fact that she was only a few inches taller than him.
"Ms. Johnson spanked you every week this summer, and that still wasn't enough to keep you behaving. There are ten days left before school starts. You're getting a spanking every. Single. Day."
Timothy's stomach dropped. He looked up fearfully. Megan was leaning down over him. She held the hairbrush Ms. Johnson had presented to her, pointed threateningly at Timothy.
"And that's if you manage to behave yourself. Don't think that I'll hesitate for a second to paddle your little tush twice in a day...or more!... if you act up."
Ms. Johnson was impressed. Megan had taken to her role like a fish to water. She felt a swell of pride at what she'd helped start.
"Upstairs. Corner. Now." Megan pointed the way.
"Yes. Ms. Megan." Timothy hurried up the stairs.
"You had better have your pants down when I get up there!" Megan shouted after him. She turned to Ms. Johnson "Thank you. I know Timothy's parents are back, but I was hoping you would let us continue to use his room until school starts"
"Of course, dear." Ms. Johnson replied. "Let me know if you need any help at all."
"I will. But I think I'm going to try to handle him myself."
"Good. I've got my hands full." Ms. Johnson playfully whacked David on the backside. David winced noticeably. Megan looked at the two curiously for a moment, then she turned and started for the stairs.
Timothy had gone into his room and quickly removed his pants. He folded them neatly and placed them on the bed. He thought for a moment, then removed his shirt too. The thought of being naked when Megan arrived sent a thrill through his body. Then he turned and faced the corner.
He didn't have long to wait. As before, Megan stepped heavily on each stair as she walked up, sounding every bit the angry parent. Timothy heard the door open and then close again. He heard Megan's footsteps across the room as she walked to stand behind him. He felt her breath on his neck.
Her hand brushed down his back towards his bottom, still slightly sore from the spankings he had received the last two days. "I am going to see to it that you don't sit down the rest of the summer." Her had stroked his bottom in wide, lazy circles.
CRACK
Without warning, she slapped his bottom, hard.
CRACK
Again, on the other cheek. Timothy clutched at the wall. These were not gentle, warm-up smacks. The lazy circles began again.
"This is not going to be a quick spanking like yesterday, young man. I meant what I said. You are getting a spanking every day. And this one is going to be a doozy."
Megan seized him by the arm and led him to the chair. She pulled it to the center of the room and sat down. She placed the hairbrush in her lap and looked up at him.
"I can see that you're excited. I'm not going to do anything about that. Hopefully, you can control yourself. If not, there will be consequences." Timothy blushed deeply and tried to cover himself.
Megan chuckled, and pulled him to her right side. She took the hairbrush in her left hand and pulled Timothy across her knee. Timothy felt the brush stroke his back as she passed it to her right hand.
"I am going to spank you so hard your head will spin. Imagine misbehaving that badly over two weeks."
The brush cracked down rapidly five times. Timothy gasped. As promised, Megan did not start off gently.
"You are going to cry today. You are going to cry a whole lot. Ms. Johnson and her boyfriend downstairs are going to hear exactly what Ms. Megan does to naughty boys."
The spanking started in earnest. Megan smacked the brush down again and again, leaving wide crimson ovals on Timothy's bottom. She fell into a rhythm, going up one cheek and down the other over and over again. Timothy was crying almost immediately, and his feet started to involuntarily kick, as if he were swimming. His hands clutched uselessly at the floorboards. Megan continued the spanking wordlessly, now concentrating on the tender spot where his thighs became his bottom. Her arm rose and fell over and over again, and Timothy's tears ran in streams down his face to pool on the floor.
Megan paused.
"Up. Get your nose back in that corner." Timothy rose quickly and ran to the corner. "We are not even close to done yet. Put your hands on your head." Timothy obeyed.
Megan stood and placed the hairbrush on the chair. "I am going downstairs for a moment. If you rub your bottom while I am gone...if you even move a muscle....then I will make sure it is two spankings every day. Do you understand me, mister?"
Timothy nodded silently.
"Uh-uh. I expect a real answer. No rubbing, no moving from that corner. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Timothy sniffled.
Timothy heard Megan walk out the door and down the stairs. He heard Megan talking to Ms. Johnson and David, though he couldn't make out any words. The fact that the two of them had certainly heard the activities upstairs, and were probably discussing it, was thrilling. The temptation to rub his bottom was strong, but he had not heard Megan close the door, and he really, really wanted to be obedient, so he rested his forehead against the wall and breathed.
After a short time, he heard Megan return and close the door. She walked across the room.
"As I said, we are not done yet."
POP
Without the slightest warning, the spoon smacked against his upper thigh. Timothy howled at the sudden assault.
POP POP POP POP POP POP
Megan smacked his bottom and upper thighs with the spoon over and over. The intense sting, on top of the overall soreness of his bottom, was excruciating, and Timothy's feet danced in place.
"Get yourself back to the chair. Now." Megan pursued him back to the middle of the room, placing a few well-timed smacks of the spoon on the way. She dropped the spoon with a clatter on the floor and sat down. She reached up and roughly pulled him back across her knee.
"I hope you are learning your lesson, young man." Megan immediately began spanking him with her hand. Timothy's tears rushed to the surface again, and he was suddenly bawling. Megan did not relent at all, smacking her hand down on his crimson bottom. He laid passively across her lap, all though of resistance or struggle gone.
Finally, Megan stopped. Timothy was still sobbing as she gently stroked his punished bottom.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's all over now." She pulled him up to sit on her lap and hugged him.
"Until tomorrow."
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Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Timothy's Summer School: Interlude 2
The Beginning
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Meanwhile....
Sarah came downstairs to see David seated on the couch, working. He looked up and smiled at her.
"What are you working on today?" she asked.
"Oh...nothing. Nothing at all." He casually closed the laptop. Almost too casually, Ms. Johnson thought.
"Are you sure?" she asked sweetly, sitting next to him and running her hand up his thigh. "You're not hiding something from me, are you?" She very much suspected that he was doing just that, and she had a pretty good idea what it was.
David blushed and did not respond.
"Uh huh. Why don't you let me take a look at that laptop?" She slid it from his unresisting hands and opened it. "Quite a few windows open here"
She clicked through the windows. As she suspected, they were all blogs, forums, articles, and pictures on one single topic. She closed the laptop and looked at David. A silence hung in the air.
"Well. You certainly know that I am ok with this, right?" David nodded.
"And you know that I would be more than happy to do all of those things with you, right?" David nodded again.
"So, do you have something to ask me?" David looked down at his hands silently.
"I can't", he whispered.
"You can't ask?"
David shook his head.
"But you do want it."
David nodded.
Ms. Johnson leaned back into the couch. She had not expected this. She thought for a moment.
"I suppose it doesn't matter" she finally said. "The fact remains that you tried to keep a secret from me. I think that we'll need to deal with that." She took David's chin in her hand and turned his face to look at her. She rested her forehead against his.
"You're quite a bit bigger than Timothy. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be MUCH more severe with you. Do you understand?" David nodded quickly. "Upstairs. Nose in the corner and wait for me."
David practically ran up the stairs. Ms Johnson opened the laptop again and clicked through page after page of stern women holding straps and tearful men with red bottoms. She closed the laptop and followed David up the stairs. He was waiting with his nose pressed against the wall, hands clasped in front of him.
"Tsk." Ms. Johnson said "I would have thought you would understand that I wanted you naked. Arms up." David complied, and Ms. Johnson pulled his shirt over his head. She grasped the waistband of his pants and pulled him, stumbling, to the bed. She sat down and turned him around to face her. "I am going to tell you what I told Timothy. Once I start this, I decide when it ends. I intend to be very, very thorough today, and I suspect that it will continue long after you want it to be over. Do you understand?"
David nodded.
"This is your last chance to back out. Once these pants come down, I am not stopping until I turn this man in front of me into a sobbing little boy." She unbuttoned his pants and waited. When there was no reaction, she hooked her thumbs into the waist and slowly pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles. She rose to her feet and stood next to him.
"Step out" He did, leaving his pants in a pile on the floor. He was breathing very rapidly. "Bend over the bed." Again, he obeyed, stretching his torso along the mattress so his bottom was uppermost.
Ms. Johnson walked slowly to the closet, her footsteps the only sound in the bedroom. She opened the door and retrieved the thick, leather belt from where it hung. The buckle jingled, announcing its presence. David's arms visibly tightened, his fists balling up in the bedsheets. Ms Johnson returned to the bed, folding the belt over as she approached him.
"You will not need to count these strokes, David. I am going to continue until I am satisfied. I don't know how many that will be, but I can assure you that it will be more than ten." She held the belt firmly by its ends and raised it high.
CRACK
The first stroke landed hard. David pushed forwards against the bed, gasping at the shock.
CRACK
Again, the belt crashed down, drawing a red line across David's white cheeks. Ms. Johnson continued, swinging the belt down with all her strength every few seconds. She gave David just enough time to register the strokes independently. His breathing was coming in shallow gasps. The belt cracked down again and again. David curled his fists and buried his face in the bedsheets, the pain and heat in his bottom growing with every stroke.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
Ms. Johnson was unrelenting. Both of them lost track of how many times the belt crashed down. David felt wetness on his face and on the sheets as tears sprung from his eyes. Ms. Jonson continued, her pace quickening. Now the belt fell every second. David squirmed against the bed. Ms Johnson reached out with her left hand and placed it in the small of his back to hold him still. The belt continued to do its work. David was wailing wordlessly, but made no attempt to get up.
Ms. Johnson stopped. She looked down at David's bottom. It was a uniform scarlet all the way down to the tops of his thighs. She dropped the belt and ran her hand along it. It was hot to the touch, and welts crisscrossed both cheeks. David shuddered at her gentle touch. Ms. Johnson stepped away from the bed. David didn't move, still breathing heavily.
"Stand up, David."
David stood, wincing as the movement highlighted the pain in his bottom. He turned to see Ms. Johnson standing nude before him. She stretched luxuriously.
"I think I am owed some appreciation, don't you?"
David knelt in front of her, and demonstrated his appreciation for a very long time.
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Meanwhile....
Sarah came downstairs to see David seated on the couch, working. He looked up and smiled at her.
"What are you working on today?" she asked.
"Oh...nothing. Nothing at all." He casually closed the laptop. Almost too casually, Ms. Johnson thought.
"Are you sure?" she asked sweetly, sitting next to him and running her hand up his thigh. "You're not hiding something from me, are you?" She very much suspected that he was doing just that, and she had a pretty good idea what it was.
David blushed and did not respond.
"Uh huh. Why don't you let me take a look at that laptop?" She slid it from his unresisting hands and opened it. "Quite a few windows open here"
She clicked through the windows. As she suspected, they were all blogs, forums, articles, and pictures on one single topic. She closed the laptop and looked at David. A silence hung in the air.
"Well. You certainly know that I am ok with this, right?" David nodded.
"And you know that I would be more than happy to do all of those things with you, right?" David nodded again.
"So, do you have something to ask me?" David looked down at his hands silently.
"I can't", he whispered.
"You can't ask?"
David shook his head.
"But you do want it."
David nodded.
Ms. Johnson leaned back into the couch. She had not expected this. She thought for a moment.
"I suppose it doesn't matter" she finally said. "The fact remains that you tried to keep a secret from me. I think that we'll need to deal with that." She took David's chin in her hand and turned his face to look at her. She rested her forehead against his.
"You're quite a bit bigger than Timothy. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be MUCH more severe with you. Do you understand?" David nodded quickly. "Upstairs. Nose in the corner and wait for me."
David practically ran up the stairs. Ms Johnson opened the laptop again and clicked through page after page of stern women holding straps and tearful men with red bottoms. She closed the laptop and followed David up the stairs. He was waiting with his nose pressed against the wall, hands clasped in front of him.
"Tsk." Ms. Johnson said "I would have thought you would understand that I wanted you naked. Arms up." David complied, and Ms. Johnson pulled his shirt over his head. She grasped the waistband of his pants and pulled him, stumbling, to the bed. She sat down and turned him around to face her. "I am going to tell you what I told Timothy. Once I start this, I decide when it ends. I intend to be very, very thorough today, and I suspect that it will continue long after you want it to be over. Do you understand?"
David nodded.
"This is your last chance to back out. Once these pants come down, I am not stopping until I turn this man in front of me into a sobbing little boy." She unbuttoned his pants and waited. When there was no reaction, she hooked her thumbs into the waist and slowly pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles. She rose to her feet and stood next to him.
"Step out" He did, leaving his pants in a pile on the floor. He was breathing very rapidly. "Bend over the bed." Again, he obeyed, stretching his torso along the mattress so his bottom was uppermost.
Ms. Johnson walked slowly to the closet, her footsteps the only sound in the bedroom. She opened the door and retrieved the thick, leather belt from where it hung. The buckle jingled, announcing its presence. David's arms visibly tightened, his fists balling up in the bedsheets. Ms Johnson returned to the bed, folding the belt over as she approached him.
"You will not need to count these strokes, David. I am going to continue until I am satisfied. I don't know how many that will be, but I can assure you that it will be more than ten." She held the belt firmly by its ends and raised it high.
CRACK
The first stroke landed hard. David pushed forwards against the bed, gasping at the shock.
CRACK
Again, the belt crashed down, drawing a red line across David's white cheeks. Ms. Johnson continued, swinging the belt down with all her strength every few seconds. She gave David just enough time to register the strokes independently. His breathing was coming in shallow gasps. The belt cracked down again and again. David curled his fists and buried his face in the bedsheets, the pain and heat in his bottom growing with every stroke.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
Ms. Johnson was unrelenting. Both of them lost track of how many times the belt crashed down. David felt wetness on his face and on the sheets as tears sprung from his eyes. Ms. Jonson continued, her pace quickening. Now the belt fell every second. David squirmed against the bed. Ms Johnson reached out with her left hand and placed it in the small of his back to hold him still. The belt continued to do its work. David was wailing wordlessly, but made no attempt to get up.
Ms. Johnson stopped. She looked down at David's bottom. It was a uniform scarlet all the way down to the tops of his thighs. She dropped the belt and ran her hand along it. It was hot to the touch, and welts crisscrossed both cheeks. David shuddered at her gentle touch. Ms. Johnson stepped away from the bed. David didn't move, still breathing heavily.
"Stand up, David."
David stood, wincing as the movement highlighted the pain in his bottom. He turned to see Ms. Johnson standing nude before him. She stretched luxuriously.
"I think I am owed some appreciation, don't you?"
David knelt in front of her, and demonstrated his appreciation for a very long time.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Timothy' Summer School Chp 9
The Beginning
Previous Chapter
"Hi, Timothy!" Megan was tanned and beautiful, having just returned from vacation. She and Timothy had agreed to meet at the fort.
Timothy smiled broadly. The two embraced, somewhat awkwardly at first, but then they both sort of melted into the hug. They stayed there a very long time, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Finally, it ended, and the two sat down on a log to talk.
"Vacation was great. My mom had to come back a few days early, but my dad and I spent a lot of time with my cousins. It was a lot of fun, but I really missed you."
"I missed you too. The town was pretty boring without you."
"I certainly hope you didn't get up to any mischief..." Megan said, with mock sternness.
The topic having been broached, Timothy blushed a bit and looked at his shoes. Megan nodded.
"That's what I thought. I'm sure I'll get a full report, and you and I will need to have a long discussion. Anything you want to tell me before I hear it from Ms. Johnson?"
Timothy looked up. "Ms. Johnson actually had to spank me just yesterday." He explained how he had made her late for her appointment. Megan listened carefully, her brow knitting in exaggerated seriousness.
"Well, I don't know about you, but my parents have always had a rule that if I get spanked at school, I get another spanking at home."
Timothy thought about this. Because he was so well behaved at school, the topic had never come up. But he was certainly intrigued that it apparently had come up at Megan's house enough to warrant a formal policy.
"It seems to me that you and I should have a similar rule, Timothy. If you get a spanking...from Ms. Johnson or anyone else, I want to be the first to hear about it, do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I am going to be your girlfriend, but I am also going to be your disciplinarian, and I don't want you to ever forget that. Every single spanking you get, you should expect an even harder one from me."
Timothy nodded, looking down at his shoes. The mixture of excitement and nervousness in his stomach growing.
"I am quite sure that we'll have a lot to address after I've had a chance to speak with Ms. Johnson, but we can certainly handle this right now. Stand up."
Timothy stood in front of her. He had been pretty sure this was going to happen.
"I didn't bring the hairbrush, so we'll just have to make do. Consider this just a taste of what you've got coming, young man." She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed. Timothy felt very exposed, standing bare bottomed in the middle of the woods. It seemed that the two of them were the only ones who came here anymore, but there was still worry in the back of his mind.
Megan pulled him to her right side and turned him across her knee. As she was seated on the low log, Timothy's forearms rested on the forest floor.
"Well well. You didn't tell me just how hard she spanked you! I can still see the marks from yesterday." Megan softly stroked Timothy's bottom. A shiver went up his spine. "But I'm afraid that's not going to get you any mercy here." The stroking stopped. Megan's hand left his bottom and then cracked down across it. The sound of the first spank echoed through the empty forest.
It as followed by many, many more. Megan did not spank hard or fast, but she held him across her lap for a very long time, and her hand steadily slapped down. Somehow, the relative lightness of the spanking made it harder to take. This wasn't a punishment at all...it was simply a demonstration of Megan's authority. Timothy felt completely helpless, and was starting to feel some actual distress.
Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack....Smack
He started to squirm in discomfort, but Megan didn't change her pace at all.
Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack
Megan didn't say a word during the spanking. She relied on her hand on Timothy's bottom to express her message. Timothy was not openly crying, but he felt the beginning of tears prick his eyes, and choked back a few sobs. Finally Megan stopped. She gently stroked Timothy's warm bottom.
"Don't think that you're getting off easy, young man. You and I both know that you have a reckoning coming."
"Yes, Ms. Megan." Timothy responded, sniffling through a few tears.
"We are going to go to Ms. Johnson's house, and she is going to give me a full report. I have a strong feeling that I'm going to hear that you were a very naughty boy And naughty boys get spankings, isn't that right?" She emphasized this with a slightly harder slap on his bare bottom.
"Yes Ms. Megan." gasped Timothy, surprised by the sudden slap.
"Yes what?" Megan asked, slapping him harder still. Timothy didn't know how to answer. Megan slapped down again, and again. These were not the gentle slaps of the earlier spanking. Now Megan was punishing him in earnest. The residual soreness from yesterday's paddling made every smack especially painful, and Timothy's eyes brimmed over with tears.
"Yes what?" Megan asked again, delivering three more full-armed slaps.
"Yes, I'm a very naughty boy!"
"...you're a very naughty boy and?" Megan asked, continuing to spank him steadily
"I'm a very naughty boy who needs to be spanked!" Timothy cried out.
"Much better." Megan delivered ten more hard slaps, with long pauses between. Timothy was crying openly now. "You are a very naughty boy, and you need to be spanked very hard. I am going to make sure that you get exactly what you need."
She stopped the punishment, and rubbed his bottom softly. Timothy was limp and sobbing over her knee, his head brushing the ground.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's ok now." Megan pulled him up to sit beside her and hugged him. The bark of the log was very uncomfortable on his bare, punished bottom, but he felt warm and loved. Timothy cried into her shoulder.
"That's all for now. We'll go see what Ms. Johnson has to say tomorrow."
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"Hi, Timothy!" Megan was tanned and beautiful, having just returned from vacation. She and Timothy had agreed to meet at the fort.
Timothy smiled broadly. The two embraced, somewhat awkwardly at first, but then they both sort of melted into the hug. They stayed there a very long time, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Finally, it ended, and the two sat down on a log to talk.
"Vacation was great. My mom had to come back a few days early, but my dad and I spent a lot of time with my cousins. It was a lot of fun, but I really missed you."
"I missed you too. The town was pretty boring without you."
"I certainly hope you didn't get up to any mischief..." Megan said, with mock sternness.
The topic having been broached, Timothy blushed a bit and looked at his shoes. Megan nodded.
"That's what I thought. I'm sure I'll get a full report, and you and I will need to have a long discussion. Anything you want to tell me before I hear it from Ms. Johnson?"
Timothy looked up. "Ms. Johnson actually had to spank me just yesterday." He explained how he had made her late for her appointment. Megan listened carefully, her brow knitting in exaggerated seriousness.
"Well, I don't know about you, but my parents have always had a rule that if I get spanked at school, I get another spanking at home."
Timothy thought about this. Because he was so well behaved at school, the topic had never come up. But he was certainly intrigued that it apparently had come up at Megan's house enough to warrant a formal policy.
"It seems to me that you and I should have a similar rule, Timothy. If you get a spanking...from Ms. Johnson or anyone else, I want to be the first to hear about it, do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I am going to be your girlfriend, but I am also going to be your disciplinarian, and I don't want you to ever forget that. Every single spanking you get, you should expect an even harder one from me."
Timothy nodded, looking down at his shoes. The mixture of excitement and nervousness in his stomach growing.
"I am quite sure that we'll have a lot to address after I've had a chance to speak with Ms. Johnson, but we can certainly handle this right now. Stand up."
Timothy stood in front of her. He had been pretty sure this was going to happen.
"I didn't bring the hairbrush, so we'll just have to make do. Consider this just a taste of what you've got coming, young man." She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to his knees. His underwear quickly followed. Timothy felt very exposed, standing bare bottomed in the middle of the woods. It seemed that the two of them were the only ones who came here anymore, but there was still worry in the back of his mind.
Megan pulled him to her right side and turned him across her knee. As she was seated on the low log, Timothy's forearms rested on the forest floor.
"Well well. You didn't tell me just how hard she spanked you! I can still see the marks from yesterday." Megan softly stroked Timothy's bottom. A shiver went up his spine. "But I'm afraid that's not going to get you any mercy here." The stroking stopped. Megan's hand left his bottom and then cracked down across it. The sound of the first spank echoed through the empty forest.
It as followed by many, many more. Megan did not spank hard or fast, but she held him across her lap for a very long time, and her hand steadily slapped down. Somehow, the relative lightness of the spanking made it harder to take. This wasn't a punishment at all...it was simply a demonstration of Megan's authority. Timothy felt completely helpless, and was starting to feel some actual distress.
Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack....Smack
He started to squirm in discomfort, but Megan didn't change her pace at all.
Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack
Megan didn't say a word during the spanking. She relied on her hand on Timothy's bottom to express her message. Timothy was not openly crying, but he felt the beginning of tears prick his eyes, and choked back a few sobs. Finally Megan stopped. She gently stroked Timothy's warm bottom.
"Don't think that you're getting off easy, young man. You and I both know that you have a reckoning coming."
"Yes, Ms. Megan." Timothy responded, sniffling through a few tears.
"We are going to go to Ms. Johnson's house, and she is going to give me a full report. I have a strong feeling that I'm going to hear that you were a very naughty boy And naughty boys get spankings, isn't that right?" She emphasized this with a slightly harder slap on his bare bottom.
"Yes Ms. Megan." gasped Timothy, surprised by the sudden slap.
"Yes what?" Megan asked, slapping him harder still. Timothy didn't know how to answer. Megan slapped down again, and again. These were not the gentle slaps of the earlier spanking. Now Megan was punishing him in earnest. The residual soreness from yesterday's paddling made every smack especially painful, and Timothy's eyes brimmed over with tears.
"Yes what?" Megan asked again, delivering three more full-armed slaps.
"Yes, I'm a very naughty boy!"
"...you're a very naughty boy and?" Megan asked, continuing to spank him steadily
"I'm a very naughty boy who needs to be spanked!" Timothy cried out.
"Much better." Megan delivered ten more hard slaps, with long pauses between. Timothy was crying openly now. "You are a very naughty boy, and you need to be spanked very hard. I am going to make sure that you get exactly what you need."
She stopped the punishment, and rubbed his bottom softly. Timothy was limp and sobbing over her knee, his head brushing the ground.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's ok now." Megan pulled him up to sit beside her and hugged him. The bark of the log was very uncomfortable on his bare, punished bottom, but he felt warm and loved. Timothy cried into her shoulder.
"That's all for now. We'll go see what Ms. Johnson has to say tomorrow."
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Monday, August 5, 2019
Timothy's Summer School, Chp 8
The Beginning
Previous Chapter
Megan was coming home!
To say Timothy was happy about it was an understatement. She was supposed to have come back today, but she and her father had taken a slight detour to visit a cousin on their way home. She would be back late tomorrow. Nonetheless, Timothy woke up in Ms Johnson's guest room already excited at the prospect of some actual time with his still new girlfriend. The relationship was a few weeks old, but, because of the vacation she had to take, it still felt brand new.
He went downstairs to find some breakfast. As usual, Ms Johnson had beaten him there. David had already left for the day earlier that morning.
"Good morning, sleepyhead! Would you like some breakfast?"
Timothy rubbed his eyes and nodded. He sat down at the table as Ms. Johnson busied herself with preparing breakfast.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Timothy nodded again, smiling. Ms. Johnson served breakfast, then sat down across from Timothy and placed her hands on the table.
"Now Timothy, you know I'm going to be giving Megan a lengthy report about what you've been up to, right?" Timothy couldn't help but smile a bit, but he dutifully nodded his head and tried to look shamefaced. "I don't think you'll find it much of a laughing matter when she gets back. I'm going to make very sure that she has all of the tools and opportunities she needs to make sure you are one very sorry young man."
Timothy shivered a bit. He was, of course, eager for Megan to return and do exactly what Ms. Johnson was implying, but he couldn't deny that he was nervous about it, too.
"Hopefully you can behave today, to give Megan a blank canvas to work on, so to speak." Ms. Johnson winked broadly at Timothy and they both chuckled.
"Could you take me to the mall today? I was hoping to get Megan a present."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Finish up and get dressed. I have an appointment to get fitted for a dress this afternoon, but I can take you there in the morning."
Timothy finished breakfast and got ready. He and Ms. Johnson drove to the mall.
"Now, don't forget. I will pick you up at 12:30 sharp. I'll drop you off back at home and then go to my appointment." Timothy nodded, checking his watch. He had plenty of time to shop.
...But, of course, he lost track of time. By the time he finished selecting Megan's present....a lovely chain bracelet... he was horrified to see that his watch said 12:45. He finished buying the bracelet and immediately sprinted out to the parking lot. There he saw Ms. Johnson's car. He could see her angry face through the windshield. His head slumped, and he opened the door.
"So help me, I should turn you across my knee right here and right now so everyone can see. The only reason I'm not going to is because it would take too much time, and I'm already late." Ms. Johnson started the car. "Get in. You're going to have to come with me now."
The two drove to the fitting in silence. Ms. Johnson parked the car, and hurried Timothy into the store.
The store was a small boutique tailor. Mirrors, mannequins, and half-finished bits of clothing were everywhere.
"Oh, hello Sarah!" The shopkeeper was a pretty woman a few years older then Ms. Johnson. "I'm afraid we had to move on to the next appointment." She gestured to another woman who was draped with measurement tape and strips of cloth. She waved to Timothy and Ms. Johnson, careful not to disturb the fittings carefully placed all over her. She looked vaguely familiar to Timothy, but it was difficult to tell for sure with the scraps laid all over her shoulders. "..But if you don't mind waiting a bit, we'll be finished in about a half hour."
"That would be perfect, thank you, Naomi. I'm afraid my charge here..." she gestured at Timothy "...had a bit of a lack of responsibility that made me late."
"Oh he did, did he?" Naomi asked, looking somewhat sternly at Timothy "That's a real shame. This generation seems to have a bit of a problem with that. In my day, that would have resulted in a long trip over my knee." She shook her head at Timothy.
Ms Johnson looked thoughtfully at Timothy. There was a very long, silent pause. Then she turned back to Naomi. "I think we are of a mind on that, and it's funny you should bring it up. Are the dressing rooms unoccupied?"
Timothy gaped. Though he figured he certainly shouldn't be surprised at this point, the prospect of a public spanking shocked him. "Ms. Johnson, please no!"
"Oh yes, young man. I have told you and told you that you lost all of your right to modesty. I don't see any reason to wait until we get home to get this taken care of."
Naomi looked back and forth between Ms. Johnson and Timothy. She nodded to herself. "As it happens, the big dressing room is empty, and I won't be needing it at all. You can feel free to take him back there."
Ms. Johnson took Timothy by the arm. Then she stopped. "Naomi, if you don't mind one more favor...."
"Of course, Sarah. What can I do to help?"
"Might you have a hairbrush I can borrow?"
Naomi smiled widely. "Of course. I have just the thing." The woman being fitted could barely hide her amusement as Naomi reached under a counter and pulled out a broad-backed wooden hairbrush. Timothy stared wide eyed at it.
It was different from the one Ms. Johnson had presented to Megan, but just as scary when you knew it's intended use. The business end was a shorter, but wider oval than the other one. It obviously was used regularly in the course of the shop's business, as Naomi plucked a few stray hairs out of the bristles before handing it to Ms. Johnson.
"Not that I expect you'll be too concerned about that side" Naomi chuckled, shrugging.
Ms. Johnson took the brush and hefted it in her hand. She gave Timothy a tightlipped smile and resumed their walk to the dressing rooms. Timothy , resigned to his fate, hung his head both in shame and in an attempt to prevent Naomi and her customer from getting a good look at his face.
Ms. Johnson pushed Timothy into the room and pulled the curtain shut behind him. The room had a mirror covering the entirety of wall on Timothy's right. A chair was conveniently pushed against the back wall. Ms. Johnson promptly sat down facing Timothy and placed the brush on the floor at her left side.
"Well, young man. You certainly know the drill by this point. Hands on your head." Timothy stepped in front of Ms. Johnson and complied, the beginnings of tears already forming in his eyes. Ms. Johnson's hands went to the button of his shorts, and swiftly they and his underpants were around his ankles. She dragged him shuffling around to her right side, and then tipped him roughly across her knee. He looked up to see his own face reflected back in the mirror.
"We have a half hour before Naomi is ready for me. No time to waste." And the spanking started. Ms Johnson's hand smacked down onto Timothy's bare bottom hard and fast. Timothy scraped his hands along the rough carpet of the dressing room floor, trying very hard to keep himself from crying out. He fruitlessly hoped that the thin curtain somehow kept the noise of the spanking from making its way into the main shop floor.
"For a well behaved young man, you certainly seem to end up here quite often. I told you I was going to be more strict with you, and I will keep that promise." She renewed her efforts, spanking Timothy's bottom with heavy, full armed slaps. Timothy's legs kicked, though he was still making a serious effort to keep from crying loudly. He looked up at his face in the mirror and could see the tears flowing down his cheeks to drip off his chin. The spanking went on and on. Ms. Johnson seemed determined to fill up the entire half hour. Timothy's legs were kicking and his shorts were dangling off of one ankle.
Finally, she stopped. Timothy, unfortunately, knew perfectly well what was coming next.
"Hand me the brush."
Timothy reached down and picked up the hairbrush. As he feared, it was quite heavy and dense. He reached back and handed it to Ms. Johnson's waiting hand, and felt her place the back against his bottom. It felt cool on his punished cheeks, though he knew that certainly wouldn't last. He screwed up his face in anticipation of what was to come.
"I had sincerely hoped we could go today without a spanking. Now, not only am I going to make very sure your bottom is still sore when Megan arrives, but I am also going to tell her exactly why. I expect you'll be getting a repeat performance from her tomorrow night, and it's no more than you deserve."
With that, Ms. Johnson lifted the hairbrush high and brought it down, very hard, across the middle of Timothy's bottom. Without waiting for his reaction, she brought it crashing down another three times. Timothy's legs kicked furiously and he drummed the floor with his fists. The two were locked in an unspoken battle of wills. Timothy was determined not to cry out, but Ms. Johnson seemed equally determined to make sure that he did. She did not pause at all, but continued the punishment without saying a word.
Finally, Timothy broke. A loud, wordless sob escaped, and that started the floodgates. He cried out in pain, no longer caring who knew how soundly he was being spanked. Apologies and promises to be good fell on deaf ears, as Ms. Johnson continued to spank him severely.
"Too late for that, young man. You know perfectly well that you've earned this spanking, and many more to come." Timothy's sobs almost drowned out the loud reports of the hairbrush on his bottom. Finally, Ms. Johnson stopped.
"Now, I want you to face the corner and wait for me to finish my appointment. If you move a muscle, I will make that spanking seem like a pleasant memory, do you understand me?"
Timothy nodded, still sobbing loudly. Ms. Johnson let him stand and face the back corner of the dressing room. The mirrored wall was on his right. Ms. Johnson stood and walked out of the dressing room, pulling the curtain behind her.
"Well, Sarah, that certainly sounded like a thorough lesson in responsibility!" Came a voice from the other room. Some laughter and small talk followed. Timothy took this time to lean to his right a bit and look at his bottom in the mirror. It was a mess. Angry red blotches covered him from his waist to the tops of his thighs. He rubbed his bottom ruefully. There was no way it would return to its normal color before Megan returned. Though, he thought to himself, it seemed that this WAS the normal color for his bottom lately.
One of the voices from the other room called out "Thank you, Naomi. I'll be heading out now. Sarah, please give Timothy my best wishes for a rapid recovery."
Timothy could not recall Ms. Johnson ever using his name.
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Previous Chapter
Megan was coming home!
To say Timothy was happy about it was an understatement. She was supposed to have come back today, but she and her father had taken a slight detour to visit a cousin on their way home. She would be back late tomorrow. Nonetheless, Timothy woke up in Ms Johnson's guest room already excited at the prospect of some actual time with his still new girlfriend. The relationship was a few weeks old, but, because of the vacation she had to take, it still felt brand new.
He went downstairs to find some breakfast. As usual, Ms Johnson had beaten him there. David had already left for the day earlier that morning.
"Good morning, sleepyhead! Would you like some breakfast?"
Timothy rubbed his eyes and nodded. He sat down at the table as Ms. Johnson busied herself with preparing breakfast.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Timothy nodded again, smiling. Ms. Johnson served breakfast, then sat down across from Timothy and placed her hands on the table.
"Now Timothy, you know I'm going to be giving Megan a lengthy report about what you've been up to, right?" Timothy couldn't help but smile a bit, but he dutifully nodded his head and tried to look shamefaced. "I don't think you'll find it much of a laughing matter when she gets back. I'm going to make very sure that she has all of the tools and opportunities she needs to make sure you are one very sorry young man."
Timothy shivered a bit. He was, of course, eager for Megan to return and do exactly what Ms. Johnson was implying, but he couldn't deny that he was nervous about it, too.
"Hopefully you can behave today, to give Megan a blank canvas to work on, so to speak." Ms. Johnson winked broadly at Timothy and they both chuckled.
"Could you take me to the mall today? I was hoping to get Megan a present."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Finish up and get dressed. I have an appointment to get fitted for a dress this afternoon, but I can take you there in the morning."
Timothy finished breakfast and got ready. He and Ms. Johnson drove to the mall.
"Now, don't forget. I will pick you up at 12:30 sharp. I'll drop you off back at home and then go to my appointment." Timothy nodded, checking his watch. He had plenty of time to shop.
...But, of course, he lost track of time. By the time he finished selecting Megan's present....a lovely chain bracelet... he was horrified to see that his watch said 12:45. He finished buying the bracelet and immediately sprinted out to the parking lot. There he saw Ms. Johnson's car. He could see her angry face through the windshield. His head slumped, and he opened the door.
"So help me, I should turn you across my knee right here and right now so everyone can see. The only reason I'm not going to is because it would take too much time, and I'm already late." Ms. Johnson started the car. "Get in. You're going to have to come with me now."
The two drove to the fitting in silence. Ms. Johnson parked the car, and hurried Timothy into the store.
The store was a small boutique tailor. Mirrors, mannequins, and half-finished bits of clothing were everywhere.
"Oh, hello Sarah!" The shopkeeper was a pretty woman a few years older then Ms. Johnson. "I'm afraid we had to move on to the next appointment." She gestured to another woman who was draped with measurement tape and strips of cloth. She waved to Timothy and Ms. Johnson, careful not to disturb the fittings carefully placed all over her. She looked vaguely familiar to Timothy, but it was difficult to tell for sure with the scraps laid all over her shoulders. "..But if you don't mind waiting a bit, we'll be finished in about a half hour."
"That would be perfect, thank you, Naomi. I'm afraid my charge here..." she gestured at Timothy "...had a bit of a lack of responsibility that made me late."
"Oh he did, did he?" Naomi asked, looking somewhat sternly at Timothy "That's a real shame. This generation seems to have a bit of a problem with that. In my day, that would have resulted in a long trip over my knee." She shook her head at Timothy.
Ms Johnson looked thoughtfully at Timothy. There was a very long, silent pause. Then she turned back to Naomi. "I think we are of a mind on that, and it's funny you should bring it up. Are the dressing rooms unoccupied?"
Timothy gaped. Though he figured he certainly shouldn't be surprised at this point, the prospect of a public spanking shocked him. "Ms. Johnson, please no!"
"Oh yes, young man. I have told you and told you that you lost all of your right to modesty. I don't see any reason to wait until we get home to get this taken care of."
Naomi looked back and forth between Ms. Johnson and Timothy. She nodded to herself. "As it happens, the big dressing room is empty, and I won't be needing it at all. You can feel free to take him back there."
Ms. Johnson took Timothy by the arm. Then she stopped. "Naomi, if you don't mind one more favor...."
"Of course, Sarah. What can I do to help?"
"Might you have a hairbrush I can borrow?"
Naomi smiled widely. "Of course. I have just the thing." The woman being fitted could barely hide her amusement as Naomi reached under a counter and pulled out a broad-backed wooden hairbrush. Timothy stared wide eyed at it.
It was different from the one Ms. Johnson had presented to Megan, but just as scary when you knew it's intended use. The business end was a shorter, but wider oval than the other one. It obviously was used regularly in the course of the shop's business, as Naomi plucked a few stray hairs out of the bristles before handing it to Ms. Johnson.
"Not that I expect you'll be too concerned about that side" Naomi chuckled, shrugging.
Ms. Johnson took the brush and hefted it in her hand. She gave Timothy a tightlipped smile and resumed their walk to the dressing rooms. Timothy , resigned to his fate, hung his head both in shame and in an attempt to prevent Naomi and her customer from getting a good look at his face.
Ms. Johnson pushed Timothy into the room and pulled the curtain shut behind him. The room had a mirror covering the entirety of wall on Timothy's right. A chair was conveniently pushed against the back wall. Ms. Johnson promptly sat down facing Timothy and placed the brush on the floor at her left side.
"Well, young man. You certainly know the drill by this point. Hands on your head." Timothy stepped in front of Ms. Johnson and complied, the beginnings of tears already forming in his eyes. Ms. Johnson's hands went to the button of his shorts, and swiftly they and his underpants were around his ankles. She dragged him shuffling around to her right side, and then tipped him roughly across her knee. He looked up to see his own face reflected back in the mirror.
"We have a half hour before Naomi is ready for me. No time to waste." And the spanking started. Ms Johnson's hand smacked down onto Timothy's bare bottom hard and fast. Timothy scraped his hands along the rough carpet of the dressing room floor, trying very hard to keep himself from crying out. He fruitlessly hoped that the thin curtain somehow kept the noise of the spanking from making its way into the main shop floor.
"For a well behaved young man, you certainly seem to end up here quite often. I told you I was going to be more strict with you, and I will keep that promise." She renewed her efforts, spanking Timothy's bottom with heavy, full armed slaps. Timothy's legs kicked, though he was still making a serious effort to keep from crying loudly. He looked up at his face in the mirror and could see the tears flowing down his cheeks to drip off his chin. The spanking went on and on. Ms. Johnson seemed determined to fill up the entire half hour. Timothy's legs were kicking and his shorts were dangling off of one ankle.
Finally, she stopped. Timothy, unfortunately, knew perfectly well what was coming next.
"Hand me the brush."
Timothy reached down and picked up the hairbrush. As he feared, it was quite heavy and dense. He reached back and handed it to Ms. Johnson's waiting hand, and felt her place the back against his bottom. It felt cool on his punished cheeks, though he knew that certainly wouldn't last. He screwed up his face in anticipation of what was to come.
"I had sincerely hoped we could go today without a spanking. Now, not only am I going to make very sure your bottom is still sore when Megan arrives, but I am also going to tell her exactly why. I expect you'll be getting a repeat performance from her tomorrow night, and it's no more than you deserve."
With that, Ms. Johnson lifted the hairbrush high and brought it down, very hard, across the middle of Timothy's bottom. Without waiting for his reaction, she brought it crashing down another three times. Timothy's legs kicked furiously and he drummed the floor with his fists. The two were locked in an unspoken battle of wills. Timothy was determined not to cry out, but Ms. Johnson seemed equally determined to make sure that he did. She did not pause at all, but continued the punishment without saying a word.
Finally, Timothy broke. A loud, wordless sob escaped, and that started the floodgates. He cried out in pain, no longer caring who knew how soundly he was being spanked. Apologies and promises to be good fell on deaf ears, as Ms. Johnson continued to spank him severely.
"Too late for that, young man. You know perfectly well that you've earned this spanking, and many more to come." Timothy's sobs almost drowned out the loud reports of the hairbrush on his bottom. Finally, Ms. Johnson stopped.
"Now, I want you to face the corner and wait for me to finish my appointment. If you move a muscle, I will make that spanking seem like a pleasant memory, do you understand me?"
Timothy nodded, still sobbing loudly. Ms. Johnson let him stand and face the back corner of the dressing room. The mirrored wall was on his right. Ms. Johnson stood and walked out of the dressing room, pulling the curtain behind her.
"Well, Sarah, that certainly sounded like a thorough lesson in responsibility!" Came a voice from the other room. Some laughter and small talk followed. Timothy took this time to lean to his right a bit and look at his bottom in the mirror. It was a mess. Angry red blotches covered him from his waist to the tops of his thighs. He rubbed his bottom ruefully. There was no way it would return to its normal color before Megan returned. Though, he thought to himself, it seemed that this WAS the normal color for his bottom lately.
One of the voices from the other room called out "Thank you, Naomi. I'll be heading out now. Sarah, please give Timothy my best wishes for a rapid recovery."
Timothy could not recall Ms. Johnson ever using his name.
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