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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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