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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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