Timothy's Summer School: Interlude 4

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Ms. Johnson picked up the package.  The rest of her adopted, informal household had gone out on various errands (Timothy with a very sore bottom), and she had decided to get a good look at her new purchase prior to introducing it to David.

She shook it like a kid on Christmas morning testing their presents.  She slid her fingers along the side to open it, and noticed, to her surprise, that it seemed to have already been opened.   She took a closer look and, sure enough, the cardboard box had been torn open along one edge, and then carefully retaped.  She placed the box back on the table, concern on her face.

A few minutes later, she found herself ringing Rachel’s doorbell.  She waited a moment, and the door opened.  Rachel was a bit younger than Ms. Johnson.  She was petite, with short blonde hair. She was dressed in a short blue pleated skirt and a white top. She and Ms. Johnson got together fairly regularly for tea or something stronger when the occasion called for it.

"Oh, hello Sarah!  I hope I didn't disturb you the other day..."

"NO, no.  Not at all.  Thank you for delivering the package!  We had been wondering where that had gotten to."

Rachel gave Ms. Johnson an odd look, which she quickly covered up.  "Of course.  Just a mix-up by the mailman I guess."

"...Tell me...was there anything wrong with the package when it arrived?"

"Wrong?  No...nothing at all.  Nothing I could see..."  That odd look appeared again.  Ms. Johnson said nothing.  Rachel looked away briefly.  "Why don't you come in for some tea?"

Ms. Johnson walked in and sat at Rachel's kitchen table.  Rachel busied herself preparing the tea.  Once the water was starting to boil, she turned to Ms. Johnson and sighed.

"Ok.  I'm really sorry.  I tried to tape it back up.  It was really an accident.  I saw the package and opened it before I knew it was mis-addressed.  I didn't mean to invade your privacy."

"I thought so."  Ms. Johnson replied.  "What did you see?"

Rachel hesitated and looked away.  "Well, I took it out of the package before I realized.  It was a long leather strap with a handle....like something you would hit someone with."

Ms. Johnson sighed.  She had hoped that Rachel wouldn't recognize it.

"Hit someone?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well.....spank."  Rachel was clearly blushing.  Ms Johnson let the silence linger. "...Does it hurt?"  Rachel finally asked.

Ms. Johnson looked up in surprise.  "Well, I don't know yet.  It only just arrived."

"No....I know that...I mean....This won't be the first time, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Rachel sat down at the table.  She leaned forward in her chair almost eagerly.  "Does it hurt when David spanks you?"

Ms. Johnson couldn't stop a peal of shocked laughter.  "Oh...oh no.  That's not what happens at all."

Now it was Rachel's turn to be confused.  "Oh...I assumed it was....I mean, that you...I just thought..."

"You thought that David and I got up to a bit of kinky play?"

"...Yes..."  Just then the kettle whistled.

"You seem pretty eager to hear about it."  Ms Johnson said, probing a bit.

Rachel blushed.  "Well, I mean...it could be fun."

Ms Johnson looked at Rachel speculatively.  She wondered how far she could push this.  She decided to find out.  "Oh, I think you're right there.  You just have a few of the details off." She stood and turned off the stove.

Rachel looked questioningly at her.  Ms. Johnson decided to go for broke. She turned back to face Rachel and said, softly: "The only part of me that hurts when we play is the palm of my hand.  That's why we bought the strap."

Rachel's mouth dropped wide open.  She was completely silent for several seconds.  Ms. Johnson stood up and walked around behind her.  "It seems that you have a bit of an interest here.  Am I right?"  She laid her hand on Rachel's shoulder.  Rachel flinched briefly, and then looked up at Ms. Johnson.  "Go on.  I promise I'll share some details if you do."

"I...I don't really have any details.  I've never done anything like that."

"But you've wanted to."  It wasn't a question.

Rachel looked away.  "Maybe a little."

Ms. Johnson breathed deep.  It wasn't that she was attracted to Rachel...but she had gotten very attached to the power she held when playing with Timothy and David.  She had to admit that she found the idea of having that same power over Rachel....interesting.

"Would you like to find out what it's like?"

"..But...I thought you said....David doesn't..."

"He doesn't.  This would be between you....and me." Rachel's breathing quickened.  Ms. Johnson smiled.

"But....if.....you wouldn't think it's weird?"  she asked.

"I wouldn't care if it's weird."  Ms. Johnson responded, placing both hands on the back of Rachel's chair.

"O....Ok."  Rachel whispered, her eyes downcast.  Ms. Johnson pulled the chair out from the table. Rachel stood up slowly.  Ms. Johnson placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders and turned her around so they were facing one another.  Ms. Johnson was quite a bit taller than Rachel, and she reached her hand under Rachel's chin to gently make the younger woman look her in the face.

"If this is something you want to try...and it very much looks like it is... you're going to have to trust me.  Once we start, you don't get to change your mind."  Rachel's breath caught.  Ms. Johnson raised a finger.  "I'll answer your question before you decide.  Yes, it hurts.  I am quite sure of that.  I'm not gentle."

Rachel looked up at the taller woman.  Excitement and fear mixed deliciously.  Before she knew what she was doing, she nodded her head.  Ms. Johnson smiled broadly.  Her voice lost its reassuring tone and she became quite stern.  "Opening my package was a very, very naughty thing to do, Rachel.  I'm going to have to punish you for it."  She sat down in the chair Rachel had vacated.  Rachel stood stock still, paralyzed with how rapidly the situation had progressed.  Ms. Johnson reached out and gently, but firmly, took hold of her hand.

"It would be appropriate if I went and got the strap you were so interested in, but I think we'll start slowly today.  However, don't think that means I am going to let you off easy.  I am going to turn you over my knee for a good, hard spanking, young lady."

True to her word, Ms. Johnson pulled on Rachel's hand and she tumbled across the older woman's lap.  She gasped and reached down to grab Ms. Johnson's ankle.  Ms. Johnson took the hem of Rachel's skirt in her hand and slowly, deliberately pulled it up her back to reveal a tiny pair of white bikini panties.  Rachel's breathing was coming in short sharp gasps.  She was completely motionless, and Ms. Johnson could feel her tension through Rachel's grip on her ankle.

Ms Johnson put her fingers inside the waistband of Rachel's panties.  Rachel held her breath.  "Oh yes.  A good bare bottom spanking is exactly what you need", she purred, and then peeled the panties down to reveal Rachel's firm bottom.  There was a very clear tanline evident.  Beneath the panties, her skin was snow white. Ms. Johnson resolved to change that.

She raised her arm high, and then brought her palm down sharply onto the young woman's backside.  The report from the first spank echoed through the otherwise silent kitchen.  She raised her hand again and again, drawing tiny squeaks from Rachel as the spanking continued.

Feeling no resistance to the relatively mild spanks she had started with, Ms. Johnson pulled Rachel's waist closer with her left hand and increased the intensity of the spanking.  This garnered a reaction from Rachel, who cried out and started kicking her feet furiously.  Ms. Johnson smiled grimly and continued with renewed vigor.

"It hurts!  Owwwww"  Rachel cried.  Her panties were now dangling precariously on one ankle, flapping like a flag as her feet continued to kick.  Ms. Johnson noted with some appreciation that her bottom was very quickly turning a dark pink under her palm.

"Good.  Now we're getting somewhere." Ms. Johnson responded. She continued the spanking until Rachel's bottom was an even shade of red.  Rachel lay limply across her lap, accepting each spank meekly.  Ms Johnson finally stopped, and rubbed her bottom soothingly.

"Now.  Naughty girls stand in the corner after they get their bottoms spanked.  Up with you."  Ms. Johnson helped Rachel up and smacked her sore bottom towards the corner.  Rachel squeaked and ran.

Ms. Johnson walked behind her and took both Rachel's wrists in her hand, placing her hands on her head.  She lifted up Rachel's skirt and tucked it in to her waistband, admiring her handiwork.

"You can stand there with that bare bottom on display for five minutes, young lady.  I'll be watching.  If you move a muscle, I won't hesitate to go back to my house to fetch my hairbrush!"

Ms. Johnson went to the stove and turned the kettle back on.


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"But Ms. Johnson...." Timothy whined.

"The only 'but' I want to hear about is yours, bare and in that corner.  I told you every single week, and I meant it."

Today was the fourth day of Megan's promised "spanking every day" to end the summer.  She had kept that promise.  In fact, not two hours before, she had dragged him by the ear into Ms. Johnson's living room and paddled his bare bottom in front of Ms. Johnson.  Now Ms. Johnson was insisting on repeating that treatment as part of her scheduled "tutoring" sessions.

"But Ms. Johnson..." Timothy's whining was growing more strident.

Ms. Johnson waggled her finger at him.  "You've got a spanking coming.  That is happening.  If you keep up this behavior, it's going to be the belt, too."

Megan chose this moment to walk in the door.  The body language of the two was unmistakable, Ms. Johnson standing with her hands on her hips, and Timothy shrinking against the wall.

"And what do we have here?"  Megan asked, assuming the same pose as Ms. Johnson and turning to Timothy.

"This young man seems to think that, just because you gave him a spanking this morning, he should get a free pass on the weekly spanking I promised him, and that he knows perfectly well he deserves."

Timothy looked back and forth between the two stern ladies.  His bottom was still smarting from Megan's hairbrush this morning, and there was a dull, deep ache from the near-constant spankings that he had been receiving the past few days.  Though he certainly had placed himself in this position, and, if he was being honest with himself, wouldn't trade it for the world, he really didn't want another spanking so soon.

"Oh, he does, does he? I assume you told him otherwise, and he has seen the error of his ways?"  Megan looked pointedly at Timothy.

"I SAID, I assume you told him otherwise, and he is going to take his punishment like a good boy?"  Megan repeated, crossing her arms.

There was a palpable silence in the room.  Both ladies stared at Timothy, waiting for him to react.  He looked back and forth, searching for any hint of mercy in either of their faces.  He found none.  His shoulders slumped and, resigned, he turned to face the living room corner.

"Much better."  Ms. Johnson said, walking up behind him.  "Since you've made me wait, I will do the same for you."  She yanked his pants to his ankles, exposing his still-red bottom.  "Put your hands on your head.  Don't you dare move a muscle until I tell you to."  Ms. Johnson and Megan walked into the kitchen, leaving Timothy standing in the corner.

Of course, that was the moment David walked in the door.  The sight of Timothy's bright red behind peeking out of the corner was, by this point, familiar enough that he barely gave it a second glance.  He raised an eyebrow and went into the kitchen with Megan and Ms. Johnson.

"I see someone's misbehaved again."  The two ladies smiled.  "Any packages today?" he asked Ms. Johnson.

"Now that you mention it, no.  It should have arrived by now, shouldn't it?"

“I certainly would have thought so...”

Megan looked back and forth between the two, not following the conversation.

“Well, you and I will make do until it gets here.  Don’t you worry about that.”  Ms. Johnson said, with a tone of finality.  “How long do you think I should make him wait, Megan?”

Megan pushed her chair back and leaned so she could see into the living room.  Timothy was standing right where they had left him, pants and underwear pooled around his ankles.  Megan noted with amusement that the window was directly across the room from him.  The same window she had heard Timothy getting the belt through at the beginning of the summer.  If someone from the park looked up at just the right angle, they would get quite a view.  "We didn't have any real plans today.  I don't see any reason to rush."

Ms. Johnson smiled and nodded.

Timothy heard cups of coffee being poured and idle chatting from the next room.  His exposure, standing bare bottomed in the wide open living room, was keen.  The usual mix of fear and excitement built and built with every minute he waited. He was sure he could hear people walking back and forth in the street past the window. He had just convinced himself that this was all in his imagination when there was a knock at the door.

Timothy stiffened.  He heard the trio in the kitchen go silent.  Then he heard the scraping of one of the kitchen chairs being pushed back and footsteps to the door.

"You keep yourself still, or yet another person will find out what a naughty boy you are." Ms. Johnson whispered in his ear.

The door creaked open.  Timothy's breath caught.  He pressed himself helplessly against the wall.

Ms. Johnson walked across the living room and cracked the door open, so Timothy wasn't visible to the person on the other side.

"Oh, Hello Rachel!"  She said.  Rachel was her next door neighbor.  "I am afraid I'm in the middle of something here.  Can I come by later?"

"Oh, it's no big deal." Rachel replied from the porch.  Ms. Johnson thought she sounded nervous for some reason.  "Some of your mail got delivered to my house by mistake."  Rachel handed Ms. Johnson a long package through the crack in the door.  Ms. Johnson smiled and thanked her, then closed and locked the door.

Johnny heard the whole exchange.  He didn't relax, or even breathe, until the moment he heard the door latch.  He let his shoulders sag in relief.

"Don't you move a muscle!"  Ms. Johnson growled, slapping his bottom in passing as she carried the package into the kitchen, to set right in front of David.  David's eyes widened.  Ms. Johnson gave him a wink and then turned right back around to the living room.

"I think that's enough corner time." she said, pulling Timothy firmly out of the corner.  Timothy stepped out of his pants and underwear and followed her to the couch.  She sat down, and immediately pulled him over her knee.  "You are very lucky I'm going easy on you today, young man.  After all that fussing, I should make you fetch the belt."

Ms. Johnson started spanking his still-sore bottom.  It was far from the hardest spanking he had received...not even the hardest he had received that day! ...But the accumulation of punishment over the past few days made him extra sensitive.  He squirmed and kicked over her lap.

"You keep yourself still and take what you've got coming to you or I WILL make you fetch the belt.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes Ms. Johnson!" Timothy wailed, willing himself to stay still.  He lay limply over her lap as she smacked her palm down over and over on his bare backside.  He pressed his face into the couch cushion and felt it dampen with his tears.

Ms. Johnson spanked him steadily until she was satisfied.  She never smacked him as hard as she could, but she never paused or relented either.  Timothy tried very hard to keep still, but he couldn't stop from squirming a bit, which earned him some extra-hard slaps on his thighs.  "Watch it, young man!"  Ms. Johnson warned him.

Finally, Ms. Johnson stopped.  She patted his bottom gently and told him to stand up.  Timothy obeyed quickly, his hands flying to rub his sore bottom.

"Back to the corner.  And consider yourself lucky that that's all you're getting."

Timothy turned to obey.  He head Megan pushing her chair back.

"Actually, Ms. Johnson, that's not quite true.  Isn't that right, Timothy?"

Both Timothy and Ms. Johnson looked at Megan, confused.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten my rule already?"

It suddenly clicked with Timothy.  He shook his head helplessly.  Ms. Johnson looked askance at Megan.

"My first rule to Timothy was that any time he gets a spanking...for any reason...he has to let me know about it right away, and he gets a harder one from me.  Right, young man?"  Timothy nodded his head slowly.

Ms. Johnson clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, my, that is a good rule!"

"Now, I'm not completely heartless, so I'll give you a choice." Megan said, walking towards Timothy.  "Hairbrush right now or belt tonight?"

Timothy was torn.  He was really hurting, and he knew how proficient Megan had become at wielding that awful hairbrush.  But the idea of going the whole day knowing that at the end of it he was going to get spanked with the belt was unbearable.  He was already sleeping on his stomach every night.

"You have one minute to answer....or it will be both."  Megan said impatiently.  "You will ask me politely for the one you choose."

Timothy looked at his feet.  He could feel all three sets of eyes on him.  He wrung his hands together and took a deep breath.

"Please spank me with the hairbrush now."

Megan smiled.  "It would be my pleasure."  She pulled her kitchen chair out from under the table and turned it to face the living room.  "I will warn you right now, Ms. Johnson may have gone easy on you today, but I will not.  To make sure we are crystal clear on that, you will ask me again to punish you, but this time you will specify that you need to be spanked very hard."

Timothy shrunk in on himself.  He took another deep breath and looked up at Megan.  "Please, Ms. Megan.  I was a very naughty boy, and I need to be punished. Please spank me very, very hard with your hairbrush on my bare bottom."

David and Ms. Johnson's eyebrows rose simultaneously.  They had not expected this level of obedience.  Megan simply smiled and sat down.  She reached into her purse and withdrew the hairbrush slowly, as if she was unsheathing a sword.  Timothy watched her every move.  Megan looked at him and gestured for him to approach with a crooked finger.

Timothy walked forward in a daze.  Without prompting, he walked to Megan's right side and lay across her lap. Megan brushed his shirt up his back with her left hand.  She stroked his reddened bottom with the back of the hairbrush.

SMACK

Timothy jerked involuntarily as the hairbrush cracked down.  Megan spanked steadily.  Not fast, but very hard, making Timothy feel each stroke.

He definitely felt it.  The tears had barely dried on his face from Ms. Johnson's hand spanking before the sprang anew down his cheeks.  He kicked his feet furiously, not in a struggle to get away, but in a fruitless effort to relieve the pain in his bottom.  His hands gripped the legs of the chair tightly and he howled loudly, but he accepted Megan's punishment.  True to her word, she did not go easy on him.  At all.  The spanking went on for some time, and the last stroke was every bit as hard as the first.  When she finally stopped, Timothy's head hung limply down between his arms, and he sobbed so hard he was hiccupping.  Megan placed the hairbrush behind her on the kitchen table and stroked his back gently.

David and Ms. Johnson watched the proceedings in silence.  When they saw she had finished, David picked up the package and they both quietly left the kitchen and went upstairs.  Megan continued to soothingly rub Timothy's back, and he continued to cry on her lap for some time.

Eventually he sat up and nestled his head between Megan's breasts.  She gently rubbed the back of his head and hugged him until the tears subsided.


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