Timothy's Summer School Chp 11

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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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