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The Clearing

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This follows The Plan.

Whatever semblance of shame that had been on Phillipa’s face after the Discipline Room was quickly gone.  Her plan to meet her secret admirer boosted her spirits, and she was back to flitting around her quarters by mid-afternoon, dreaming of the mysterious Bartholomew and their meeting.  Helena helped her dress, her feelings flipping between irritation at the princess’s blithe disposition after this morning’s eventfulness, and worry that something would disrupt their plans.  So far, though, things were playing out nicely.  As predicted, Phillipa requested privacy from her usual accompaniment for her afternoon ride, and as predicted, was permitted to have this as long as the governess was allowed along.  Phillipa didn’t even pitch much of a fit about it, likely because she had already caused such a scene.

She was haughty as she ordered Helena to stay back and give her space, but the governess allowed herself to seem gracious about the demands, winking over her highness’s head at head of the stables.  She did give the young woman some room, staying back on the trail but keeping her well within sight.  Soon, they had followed the path away from the castle, and when the trail split, Phillipa took the cleared path into the woods.

The light changed as Helena entered the forest canopy, and she felt her eyes adjusting to the dimness as her brown mare continued along the brushed dirt.  The path winded lazily deeper into the trees, and it became difficult to keep the young princess in sight.  Helena let her wander further than she usually would have, content to hear the horse’s hooves and know they were still fairly close to each other.  They needed to be well out of hearing range of anyone else, which would be the case if Phillipa followed the instructions of “Bartholomew” and his letter.  Just as she thought this, Helena heard the horse ahead slow, and she knew that the princess had spotted the first trail marker for her to follow; a bit of blue string tied inconspicuously to a tree branch.  Abraham had set up the path this morning, marking the way far off the trails and toward a clearing that had been scouted days before.

Helena clicked to her horse and their pace quickened; she wanted the princess to think she had shaken her guardian without actually getting too far ahead.  For almost an hour they continued like this, with the governess occasionally yelling out to her charge in feigned worry, eventually even letting false panic enter her voice as she shouted, “Princess!  I’ve lost you, and we’ve lost the path!  Princess?!”

She could imagine the smug look on Phillipa’s face; she knew the princess could hear but not see her and the foolish girl would no doubt be applauding her own cunning.  Helena followed the strings herself, though, steadily until she knew they were well away from even the deepest set of the servants’ quarters.  Then she clicked again and she and her horse sped up, trotting past the blue strings and catching up with the girl in a matter of minutes.  Helena watched the disappointment bloom on Phillipa’s face when she entered the clearing.  The princess had already dismounted, tied her own horse to a tree, and arranged herself prettily on a fallen log– one that had actually made this spot particularly appealing to Abraham when he had been scouting locations.

The governess resisted the urge to roll her eyes.  Clearly Phillipa had expected her knight to enter momentarily, timed as if he belonged in one of the fanciful stories the royal brats of the castle often told themselves and each other.  Helena slid to the ground effortlessly, ignoring the huffing of the princess, who had shot up and was stalking toward her governess in a rage.  “Leave!  I do not need you here!” she yelled at the older woman.

Helena didn’t so much as flinch as she lead her own horse to be tied, allowing herself to embrace the feeling of truly having the upper hand for once.  “It’s my job to look after you, Princess.  Where else would I be but here?” she said calmly.

“Anywhere else!  I am no child in need of a nursemaid!  I demand you leave at once!” cried Phillipa, her fists clenched at her sides and her eyes wide with anger.

“You are right about that,” Helena said as she turned away from the animals and gave Phillipa her full attention, “you are no longer a child, and I am not a nursemaid.”

Something in the governess’s face finally tipped the spoilt young woman off to the fact that things were not what she thought, and she frowned and took a step back as Helena slowly advanced toward her.

“As to what you need, that I have known for a very long time.  It has pained me to fail you, over and over again, but it was not my choice to make.  As you are about to find out, though, Princess Phillipa, I have taken matters into my own hands.”

Phillipa’s eyes widened as she continued her slow retreat backwards, unconsciously letting Helena steer her back toward the log upon which she’d been lounging moments ago.  “What you need is the discipline you so often seem to seek but never truly feel.  What you need are boundaries, and a firm hand, and someone willing to guide you properly.”

Phillipa’s legs bumped the fallen tree and she plopped down abruptly, still staring at Helena’s face.  Without warning she opened her mouth wide and yelled, “Bartholomew!  Help!  Please help me, sweet knight!”

For the first time since dismounting, Helena was surprised.  The foolish girl still thought there was a knight in shining armor making his way to her, hidden in the woods and ready to save her honor, or at least the virgin skin of her bottom.  Helena laughed, a quiet sound with little mirth.  There was indeed a man waiting in the woods, but he was no knight and his intentions were not kind.  He would make his presence known soon enough, but he certainly would not save her.

The governess took the princess’s chin in her hand, and held her face firmly in place as she spoke.  “There is no Bartholomew, Princess.  There is only a stack of letters in my quarters that I ‘found’ while straightening your room, and one that I ‘intercepted’ with your promises to run off alone with this stranger.”  Helena tightened her grip on the girl’s face.  “You are not leaving here with any stranger.  You are here to finally get the spanking you truly deserve.”

Phillipa actually gasped as she finally began to piece together the information she was receiving, and even with her cheeks being squeezed by the other woman’s hand she tried to say “My father–” but she was cut off immediately.

“Your father will send you to a nunnery if you ever speak of what happens here.  I will show him the letters if you so much as threaten me, Princess, and perhaps I will face consequences but they will be alongside yours and they will have been worth it.

Helena’s voice was deadly as she said this, and a prelude to her changing her grip from the girl’s jaw to her ear.  She dragged the princess up and seated herself on the log, pulling the girl down and across her newly ready lap.  Phillipa kicked her legs, fighting, not able to form words yet through her shock but resisting as best she could.  There was a brief struggle and a cloud of useless petticoats as the two of them wrestled, but it ended with the princess face down, her bare legs exposed and trapped between the strong legs of her governess.  Her many skirts lay piled around her waist, her pantaloons were split wide open around her naked bottom, and her right hand was secured by her side as her left flapped behind Helena’s back uselessly.

The governess felt grim satisfaction at the perfect blank canvas before her.  She ignored the little royal’s struggling and enjoyed the moment.  She had dreamed for years of doing just this, and now she wanted to savor it.  Her free hand rested on the cool skin of the girl’s backside, which was still despite the twitching of so many other muscles as the useless flailing continued.  She patted the bottom gently, even affectionately, recalling the young girl this princess used to be, the one that held such potential, the one who had truly wished for anyone to pay this much attention to her.

“You have grown into a thoroughly nasty, spoiled young woman, Princess.  You have treated me unkindly, embarrassed me and your father, and caused entirely too much undue harm for one young woman.  For this,” and Helena smugly adopted the formal tone she used in the Discipline Room, “you will receive a spanking on your bare bottom, witnessed by Camilla, the whipping girl, and Abraham, her husband.”

Phillipa’s body stilled at these last words and she turned her head wildly from side to side, her movement restricted but her dismay palpable.  She spotted the pair of them as they walked into the clearing, out from the thick copse which had hidden them.  They peered at her unsympathetically, and Helena smiled to herself, happy to have them witness the justice they both deserved here.  Phillipa screeched and renewed her struggling, more desperate than before.  “NO THEY CANNOT I FORBID IT I–”

But her shouts were in vain and ended in a loud cry as Helena brought her hand down sharply on the princess’s as-yet unspanked bottom.  The governess spared her more lecturing for now, instead intent on letting the girl wear herself out.  Phillipa’s round bottom was high in the air and framed beautifully by her bright white undergarments.  Her delicately slippered feet kicked useless at the dirt, and she gasped and yelped with every swat.  Helena had no troubled restraining the girl, whose pampered life had left her fragile and weak.  She watched as the girl’s skin began to color, and made sure to spank well down her thighs.  Because the princess had never been so much as swatted before, it didn’t take long for small bruises to begin forming.  Helena found them incredibly satisfying, and increased the force behind her swats, each one delivering the full potential of the governess’s strong arm and wide swing.

She only slowed when she heard a faint “please,” but she didn’t stop spanking the girl.  Phillipa was barely struggling now, having used most of her energy up quickly.  Helena was pleased with this new development and began to lecture her again.  “Your days of roaming around with your behavior unchecked are over, Phillipa,” she said, purposefully dropping the royal title and treating the princess like the unruly brat she was.  “Do you understand me?” she asked as she placed several swats across the girl’s thighs.

“Yes, yes I understand!” cried Phillipa.

“You will treat me and every other person you meet, from the lowliest chambermaid to the highest ranking noble, with respect and kindness.”

“I will, I swear it.”

“And if you don’t, I will accompany you here, to this very clearing, and I will put you back across my knee, Phillipa, and I will spank you just like this.”  Helena punctuated her entire lecture with swats, and the princess sobbed through all of them.  It was no light spanking, and the girl’s bottom was uniformly bruising now.  When the governess finally slowed and then stopped the spanking, she marveled that Camilla could bear this and more without shedding a single tear as she gently stroked the princess’s hot skin.  She felt an affection for the girl that she thought had died long ago.  She didn’t take time to linger on the feeling, though.  Only one part of the girl’s debt had been repaid, and she had another to atone to now.  Helena took hold of her shoulders and pulled her up, then stood up next to her and pushed her back down, forcing her to sit on the log.  She squealed and tried to stand again, but Helena refused to let her.  The princess sniffled loudly but kept her wet eyes on her governess’s face.

“We aren’t finished,” she said firmly, and Phillipa looked bewildered.  “Why-y-y?” she hiccuped, and Helena raised an eyebrow as she replied.  “Because what always happens to Camilla when she has to pay for your naughtiness, Phillipa?”  The princess shut her eyes tightly and a few tears leaked from the outer corners and down her cheeks.  “She gets the strap,” she managed finally, her voice shaking, “or the cane.  Am I going to be caned?”

Helena knew the princess was picturing the whipping girl’s stripes from this morning, and it terrified her.  The countless punishments she had witnessed over her life had suddenly become very real.  She was already shifting restlessly on the log, unable to keep weight on any part of her swollen bottom for long.  Helena looked over her shoulder at Abraham.  He shook his head slightly, and glanced to his left.  She followed his gaze and saw the wide leather strap he had hanging from a branch beside him.

Helena nodded and turned back to the pitiful little princess.  “Be thankful Abraham is feeling generous.  You are not going to be caned.  You are going to feel the strap.  Though I don’t imagine it’s going to feel like he’s being generous.”

Dawning apprehension was all over the girl’s face as she began to speak.  “But… he can’t… I can’t be…” she fumbled.  Even now, minutes after being released from across her governess’s knee, Helena could see the defiance returning to the princess’s eyes.  “He cannot.  He is common and I am–”

“A spoiled rotten princess.  A brat in need of taming.  A young woman about to be strapped by a very common and very angry man.  I would not worry so much about the common part.”

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Pool Party

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Tonight was perfect.

Jade smiled to herself as she took a sip of her drink, some fruity sweet thing she would never have picked herself, but it fit the mood of the party.  It wasn’t a huge blowout, but close to two dozen of her friends were lounging around, some in the pool, some sitting on the edge, others by the make-shift bar they had set up with liquor bottles and solo cups.  They were all adults, real adults, and getting off for a night was no small task.  She had done the coordinating, but Harper had done the PR– that’s why tonight was a success.  That, and she suspected her friends had the same niggling sense of sudden adulthood that she so desperately wanted to shake, if only for a night.  So babysitters had been called and work notices had been turned in, and somehow she had pulled it off.

“It,” of course, wasn’t just a simple pool party.  They were in the gym of Harrison High School, using the pool facilities, unbeknownst to Jade’s mentor and friend, Lisa Eckridge.  She had been Jade’s protector and unofficial guardian while Jade attended Harrison High, and now they were roommates.  Lisa still looked out for the younger woman, perhaps even more than she had before; certainly she was more hands on.  Jade squirmed as that thought crossed her mind.  Lisa had no idea they were at the school now.  Jade had swiped her keys earlier that day, knowing her teacher friend wouldn’t be looking for them again until Monday morning before work.  It had seemed so brilliant when she’d conceived the plan.  The facilities were free and empty this late at night, and she knew the crowd would leave the place as clean or cleaner than they found it.  Harper had encouraged the idea from the beginning, and even Candace and Connor had been persuaded fairly easily that it was a fool-proof plan.

Not that Lisa would see it that way, but Jade was planning on Lisa not seeing it any which way, please and thank you.  She was supposed to be out at a wine tasting with some of her friends, and Jade had indicated that she might not be home much over the weekend.  If everything went like it was supposed to, they’d be catching up Sunday over dinner, with Lisa none the wiser.

* * *

Even as Jade was settling her troubled mind, Lisa was throwing her car into reverse and leaving the driveway of her home, where she had arrived just a few minutes prior.  It was just after ten and she’d had a nice evening out, disturbed only by a phone call from a friend who worked at a local security firm.  It was the same company that secured the school where she worked, and the friend hadn’t called with good news.  The silent alarm had been triggered, even though no one had broken into the facilities.  Lisa wouldn’t usually be first on the call list, but the young man who had been on duty had pulled up the security cameras and recognized Jade.  He had done Lisa a huge favor by contacting her first, though her gratefulness was clouded by her anger right now.

She paused at the stop sign at the end of her block and took a few deep breaths.  She needed to be calm, at least on the drive over.  Once she was parked, though, all bets were off…

* * *

Candace was by the swinging double doors fixing a drink when they burst open.  She nearly dropped the two liter of coke, and she felt her eyes go round as saucers as Lisa stormed into the room.  The banging of the doors caused most of the attendees to look up, and Candace wasn’t surprised to see more than a few drinks almost slip.  There was near silence as every face turned to see Ms. Eckridge, former teacher to most and terrifying figure to any, standing in the sudden echoey quiet of the room.

“Get. Out,” she said loudly, and the effect was instantaneous.  Suddenly people were gathering towels and hopping out of the pool, some shoving dry pants over wet suits while others merely grabbed for their shoes and began scurrying for the door.  They may have been a group of adults, but every one of them suddenly felt the butterflies of trouble that had been absent for almost a decade.  Lisa didn’t help matters, as she began scolding the individuals trying to make their ways discreetly to the parking lot.

“I see you scurrying, Hunter Ferguson, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself!”

“Don’t you think for a second I won’t be talking to your big brother, Mary Ellen! You, too, Maria!”

“John Michael Morgan, you better put that drink down before you walk out these doors!”

On and on she went, calling almost every party-goer by name as they bashfully made their ways toward the exit.  The entire room had cleared in a matter of minutes, leaving only Jade, Candace, Harper, and Connor to face Lisa’s still fiery wrath.  Before the swinging doors had fully stilled, she had locked her eyes on Jade from across the room and began to advance on her, looking like a lioness who has just cornered her prey.

“This was your idea,” she said, and it wasn’t a question or an accusation, just a fact.  Jade backed up, glancing surreptitiously around the room but finding no place to go.  She held her hands out defensively, uselessly, as she struggled to find words that would stop, or even just delay, the advancing woman, but suddenly she was out of time.  Her face twisted in horror as she felt herself being dragged a few steps over and plunked across Lisa’s suddenly bent knee.

Jade was too shocked to struggle at first as she realized her feet weren’t touching the ground, but the shock didn’t last long.  “Lisa!!!!! Not here!” she squealed, kicking her feet and flailing her arms from her undignified perch.  She actually heard Candace gasp, and she shut her eyes before she could see or hear the others, who had to be watching.  Jade felt the black shorts she wore over her black bikini bottoms being pulled down, despite her desperate kicks.  She didn’t understand how Lisa could be so strong- was this the same thing as mothers lifting cars in a rush of adrenaline?  Was Lisa actually a super hero in disguise?  Maybe she had started taking steroids!

And then Jade’s ridiculous speculation was cut off as the first swat descended on her wet bottom, bare hand on the bare skin of her left cheek below the swimsuit.  Another came shortly after, and another and another, until Jade’s backside finally matched the blush that had graced her cheeks since the moment she’d been hoisted up into this position.  Her body was pulled firmly against the older woman’s, and her hand had finally settled awkwardly on Lisa’s thigh; she could see the woman’s white sneaker upclose from where it rested up on a chair.  No amount of wiggling or yelling phased the teacher as she brought her hand down on the hapless girl’s bottom, and the pool room echoed with the noise of Jade being spanked.

After a solid minute of rapid spanking, Lisa used both hands to pull Jade down. She put her foot on the floor and then plunked the young woman down into the newly vacated chair. Jade let out an involuntary yelp when her throbbing bottom made contact with the rough plastic, then quickly bit her bottom lip as she looked up into Lisa’s fiery eyes. Her former teacher didn’t seem any calmer, as she towered over her, yelling, “Do you have any idea what kind of liability this is for me? This is not some small town school system! I could lose my job if something went wrong tonight! Or you would go to jail! Or both!”

As she paused for breath, a sob echoed behind her. Lisa whipped around, and Jade felt a guilty sense of relief to have the attention off of her. She looked around to see Harper throwing an arm around Candace, who had both hands covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Jade grimaced. Her poor friend. The lecture was scaring the shit out of Jade, but Candace skipped right to feeling guilty. She noticed Lisa’s shoulders heave and drop with a deep sigh, and she let out a sigh of her own. She would put money down that Lisa had just snapped out of the yelling portion of the evening.

“Come here,” Lisa said, gesturing to the girls, “yes, you, too, Connor… here… sit.” She waited while the three of them pulled chairs up to sit on either side of Jade, all careful to keep their backsides far away from Lisa. In a moment they were seated, with Jade slouched awkwardly to keep as much of her bottom off the chair as possible. Lisa was having none of it. “Sit. Up.”

When she had them all sitting up straight and focused on her, Lisa began speaking again. No yelling now. Her voice was deceptively calm. “I am very disappointed in the choices you have made tonight. There are consequences you did not consider, consequences that could significantly alter my life, consequences you would have known if you had come to me first with this ludicrous plan.” She focused her attention on each of them in turn, making sure they felt the gravity of her words. “Instead, you were deceitful. You lied to me. You stole from me. And all these decisions that you convinced yourselves were small and inconsequential have landed you in a heap of trouble tonight.”

Now Candace wasn’t the only one with wet eyes, and they all kept their eyes on the floor as they obeyed her clipped command of “Follow me.”

They made a pitiful little line as they followed Lisa into the girl’s locker room; something about it made all four of the young adults blush even harder. They waited along the wall of the main room, across from a long bench and surrounded by dinged up gray lockers. Lisa had moved around the corner to the showers, where they heard her rummaging a moment before returning. Connor let out the groan they all felt when they spotted the long wooden bathbrush in her hand.  He had only recently found himself subject to the disciplinary actions of Ms. Eckridge, and though he consented fully and felt more fulfilled than he ever had since becoming a part of this hodgepodge family, he was no fool. That thing looked wicked.

Jade gnawed on her bottom lip again, while Candace and Harper exchanged worried glances.  Lisa had threatened them both over the years, even planted a swat or two on occasion, but Jesse had always been there to take whatever measures she deemed appropriate.  Both trusted Lisa like they trusted their big sister, but it was a small comfort when they saw the bathbrush. And both were calculating the odds of Jesse paddling them again anyway- Harper shuddered. Best not to think about that yet.

“You four understand why I’m upset?” Lisa asked. Four “yes ma’ams” were mumbled and she barely let them finish before saying “Are you talking to me or the tiles beneath your feet? Because I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes, ma’am!” came four louder replies, and she continued scolding as she paced in front of them, “Now I know how smart the lot of you are. How generally responsible. But this is not the sort of thing that slides by, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” came four solemn voices.

“I expect better, so I will get better. Now, every one of you take about five steps forward and put your hands on that bench. No, Jade, I don’t want to hear it,” she said, cutting off the girl’s protest before it could begin. “You all are responsible, you screwed up together, you can be punished together. Now move it.”

Slowly and awkwardly, they all shuffled forward, no one daring to look any direction but straight ahead. One by one they bent over, spread along the bench, still in their swimsuits.  Jade’s shorts had been kicked off during her trip across Lisa’s knee, and her bottom glowed dusky pink around the edges of her black suit. She squeaked as she suddenly found her bottoms yanked down to her knees. Harper was next to her; bent down and peering at the upside-down world behind her, she had just an instant of warning before her bottoms, too, were jerked down to rest around her thighs. Candace, dressed in a white one piece, moaned softly with a strange mix of embarrassment and gratitude when her round cheeks were exposed by the upward tugging at her suit. It mortified her to have a wedgie, but she wouldn’t have been able to stand being naked. Connor was last, and he found his baggy board shorts dropped just as unceremoniously as his friends’ had been.

Lisa surveyed the four bared backsides, arms crossed over her chest with the bathbrush still clutched in her right hand. They were a pitiful group, and she felt a moment of sympathy and a faint impulse to offer them comfort. A stronger voice told her honesty was kinder in the long run, and so she said sternly and simply, “Do not expect this to be easy,” before walking over to Jade and resting her left hand on the small of her back. She tested the weighty head of the circular brush a few time, and then delivered a heavy thwack onto the girl’s already sore bottom. It was the first of ten, each placed with steady deliberateness, completely unconcerned with the doleful noises Jade made or the small kicks and wiggles she couldn’t help. The only pause came at swat eight, when a naughty hand reached back to cover her swollen bottom, to be met only with a sharp “move it,” and followed by two swats so hard that the other three committed themselves silently to not moving an inch.

Easier said than done, of course.  Lisa wrapped an arm around Harper’s waist next, bracing herself between Harper and Jade, and began again. Thwack. Harper was generally vocal, and always one to move around.  She had rarely been spanked in this position, though, and never with anyone besides Candace.  Being bent over embarassed her into near silence, though she bent her knees nearly to the floor with every swat and barely made it to ten without reaching back. Her bottom felt immediately swollen; she could almost feel the two perfect circles that now graced the round curves of her butt.

Candace was the opposite of her little sister, practically screaming each time the heavy wood made contact with her bare skin. She remained motionless, though, through the strength of her desperate need to atone.

Connor sucked in a deep breath as he felt his former teacher slide between his body and Candace’s, and he wondered briefly if she would go easy on him since this was only his second spanking. The next second he felt the explosive pain of a well-placed swat on his right cheek and he was most certain that she was doing no such thing. He cried out and reached his hand back after just two more, but it was back in front of him and on the bench before Lisa could say anything. He made it to ten, but felt no relief, no movement from the woman paddling him. Instead she said, “Connor, I admire and appreciate your willingness to accept consequences along with your buds. You’re a loyal friend. Maybe next time, though, you should consider how to avoid getting your bare bottomed spanked alongside the girls.  Use that head on your shoulders, little boy.” Before he could even get out a full yes “ma’am,” Lisa had tightened her grip around his stomach and was spanking him again, still with the bathbrush except now with fast, stinging swats that hurt less individually but were somehow even harder to tolerate. He was embarassed to feel himself kicking desperately, managing to keep himself supported only because of his hands on the bench and Lisa’s firm grasp.

It was over quickly, and he felt his shorts being pulled back up a moment later. Lisa’s hand rubbed his back for a moment, and then he felt himself being guided upward and turned around.  He threw his arms around the teacher, feeling two inches tall and not two inches taller than her, and found comfort in the hug she returned.  After a few seconds, though, he was gently pried off and sent with a gentle push back to the wall to stand and wait for her to finish.  He kept his face pointed away, but when she said simply and quietly, “no,” he knew what she meant and turned slowly around. He winced as he saw their bottoms, knowing his looked much the same, and then tried to prepare for what was next.

Lisa was going back up the line, her strong left arm now back around Candace, and she spoke low, like she had for Connor. Candace heard every word clearly, though.  “You know better than this, young lady.  You have been taught to look at all the possible consequences of your actions before you take them. You will not become swept up in this sort of nonsense again.”  Then the brush was flying, and Connor had no idea how Candace managed to stay so still because these swats were definitely harder than what Lisa had given him, and then it was quiet again, almost as quickly as it had begun.

Moments later, Candace’s suit had been fixed and her forehead kissed, and she was standing next to Connor along the wall, tears still streaming down her face.  Lisa slipped between the remaining two girls, and for Harper’s ears only she said, “You are getting too old to play the sidekick, little girl. You know a bad idea when you hear one.  Your enthusiasm for life makes you easy to adore, but you will not let it cloud your judgement like this again or I’ll buy Jessie a bathbrush myself.”  The second syllable of Harper’s “yes, ma’am” screeched up an octave as Lisa began spanking her again, waking up every little pain that had begun to subside. This time Harper kicked and squealed, but it did her little good and moments later she was standing next to Candace, grabbing her hand as they waiting for Jade’s punishment to be over.

The poor girl let out a whimper, and her friends all felt immense sympathy for her position. They had no doubt she would be getting the worst of it, and she had already been spanked earlier. Though they couldn’t hear the lecture Jade was given– if you haven’t learned yet what you can and can’t get away with, you’re gonna learn soon, and if that means you never sit comfortably again, well you can just take a guess at where that lands on my priority list— but they heard the pitiful noises she made the entire time, and their ears burned in sympathy. Soon the sounds of spanking filled the locker room again, and they seemed to go on forever. Connor found himself reaching for Candace’s other hand, and they all watched as their friend and ringleader had her bare bottom paddled until every inch, from the top of her bottom to the top of her thighs, seemed to glow.

Lisa comforted Jade as she had the other three, then walked with her arm around her charge back to the wall. All the fire was gone from her eyes, and the sharp angry angles of her face had softened into exasperated affection.  She reached her free arm out to gently cup Harper’s face as she said, “you two sleeping at my house tonight?” They both nodded gratefully, and Connor managed a small smile as he realized it was assumed he’d crash there.

“Good,” Lisa said, “let’s clean up and go home.”

The Whipping Girl

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Helena sighed as she eyed the smug face of her charge, Princess Phillipa. The young woman was reporting to her for chastisement, having nicked a basketful of treats from the kitchen that morning. The cook would be getting an earful from Helena later, because he had gone straight to the king instead of the governess, which meant she had to dole out what would be deemed a proper punishment- and to the king, that meant a public spanking. Helena didn’t have a problem spanking Phillipa; she would like nothing better, in fact. However, it was the law of the land that no one could touch a hair on the young royal’s head, and so every swat landed on the poor rear end of Camilla, a young peasant woman who had been plucked from the village and “honored” with the task of accepting the princess’s punishments with as much grace as she could muster.

This was how they found themselves in the Discipline Room, a small space reserved for just such events. At the front was a raised platform, on which sat a straight-backed wooden chair. Behind the platform, mounted on the wall, was an intimidating array of paddles, canes, and straps. Helena eyed them as she walked down the center of the room, between three short rows of benches. The room could probably seat two dozen people comfortably, though Helena had never seen it close to filled. Today, there were three spectators: the cook, who sat on the right row closest to the door, looking pompous; his assistant, who sat beside him, looking curious; and the king himself, who sat on a small throne against the back left wall.

The princess followed the governess in, walking obediently with downcast eyes and a wholly fake attitude of compliance. The king might see her as his contrite little girl, but the governess knew her for the conniving young woman she was. All of Helena’s sympathies were with Camilla, who sat nervously on the front row, awaiting a punishment she hadn’t earned or asked for, but would nevertheless be receiving. It was her job to endure the spanking just as it was Helena’s to give it, and they would both be fulfilling their duties today.

The governess reached the chair and seated herself, arranging her long black and grey skirts around her legs so they pooled on the stone floor by her feet. Phillipa stood to her left, hands clasped behind her, looking down at the waiting lap, the corner of her mouth slightly turned up in a smirk no one but Helena could see. Helena’s own mouth was a tight line, and she was satisfied to see the princess’s smile fade when they made eye contact. Helena knew how to make the princess behave without laying a finger on her, which was how she’d kept the position longer than any other governess, and most of the staff knew better than go over her head. The cook was new. He would learn, though.

“I am so very disappointed to hear about the theft of pastries from the kitchens, Princess Phillipa. You could have anything you desired with a simple request, but you chose to be naughty and disrupted Cook’s work. For this, you will receive a spanking and a strapping on your bare bottom, witnessed by your father the King.”

“Yes, Governess,” came the docile reply, and Helena patted her lap. Camilla rose from her bench and came forward, mirroring Phillipa’s position on Helena’s right side. Both women wore fine dresses over puffy white pantaloons, though the room would be treated to a view of only one pair. Phillipa took the whipping girl’s newly vacated seat, which would give her a perfect view of the other woman’s soon to be bared bottom. Helena turned, sympathy gone from her face now that she had a task to hold her focus. She lifted Camilla’s skirts, and the other woman obediently made to hold them up as the governess reached for the loosely tied strings that would allow the back of her billowy white underwear to fall open. Camilla’s face became heated with embarrassment, and Helena wasted no time. She pulled the girl across her lap, adjusted her slightly, and then began applying the palm of her hand with quick vigorous swats.

As the girl’s bottom became more heated, her feet began to kick. Helena glanced at the face of the princess, and noticed a look of glee at this development. No one else could see, as all eyes were focused on the girl being spanked, but Helena saw and she didn’t like it. She paused and rubbed the bottom in front of her, leaning down as she did so to whisper firmly in Camilla’s ear, “Keep still. Not so much as a twitch.”

She heard a little moan escape the woman, so low no one else would hear, but Helena ignored the pitiful sound and resumed the spanking, not holding anything back as the swats echoed in the small chamber. She was pleased to see Camilla’s feet still, toes pointed obediently toward the floor. She could feel the muscles of the whipping girl’s stomach tighten occasionally, especially when harder swats fell low across her bottom. They were tense and hard against the governess’s sturdy thighs. Helena knew it felt cruel, that in some ways it was cruel to be spanking the woman so hard from the start. She wouldn’t being doing her any favors if she didn’t warm her up properly, though. There was still the strap to come, and the watchful eye of the King.

Mindful of this, Helena bent over, pulling the young woman’s body closer with her left arm and swinging her right arm mightily, listening to the carefully controlled breathing that she knew was Camilla’s only hope of being still. Eventually her arm slowed, then stopped, and she rubbed small circles across the girl’s back and bottom. She took a moment to look at the King, whose impassive face shared little of his thoughts. The cook looked mortified, as did his assistant, both embarrassed to witness the humiliation of an innocent girl. Phillipa looked bored, which satisfied Helena. There was no chance of the selfish princess feeling genuine contrition, so the best the governess could hope for was to not provide a show for the spoiled young woman. She eased Camilla up, then stood herself and arranged the whipping girl so that she was bent over the chair, bottom blazing and bared, framed by the white pantaloons that contrasted sharply with the color of her freshly spanked backside, face turned up toward the wall of implements.

The governess made a show of looking sternly at the princess, then eyeing the display, as if contemplating the appropriate measure to take. In reality, she knew exactly which strap she planned to use. It was a brown and supple piece of leather, heavy and loud, hanging by its polished wooden handle. She saw Camilla looking at the canes, wide-eyed at the quantity of them, ranging from whippy and thin to thick and terrifying. Despite her penchant for trouble, Phillipa hadn’t managed to get the whipping girl caned… yet.

Helena took her favorite strap, and moved to bend down face to face with the waiting and embarrassed woman leaning over the chair. She tipped her chin up slightly with her finger, and said in a low voice that carried only from her mouth to the girl’s ear: “Not a wiggle. Not a peep.” Camilla shut her eyes tight for a second and then opened them again, meeting Helena’s and whispering, “yes ma’am.” The governess walked slowly to the edge of the platform, affording her plenty of room to swing. She announced loudly, as the king would expect, “Twenty-two with leather. One for every year of your life, Princess Phillipa. May we not have to repeat this lesson again.” And with that, she brought the strap sizzling down on the bared bottom in front of her, letting the echo of the sharp “thwack” die off before she brought it down again, and again, until she had reached twenty-two. She was proud to see  Camilla keep her stoic silence until the end, letting the only evidence of her struggle be her white-knuckled grip on the chair.

The governess turned and looked to the king, who nodded. Phillipa stood and practically pranced to the back of the room, going to stand by her father and laying her head sweetly on his hand where it rested. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked. “Oh yes, Papa. That was just terrible. I’ll never do it again,” she said, her voice saccharine sweet. “Good girl,” he replied, standing and putting an arm around her, and he walked with her out of the room, without a glance back toward the stage. The cook and his assistant followed awkwardly.

“Good girl,” whispered Helena quietly as she fixed Camilla’s pantaloons and lowered her skirts gently. “Such a very good girl.”

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A Weekend Away (Part Two)

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This is part two of a birthday story for a friend!  Part one can be found here.

“Caitlyn,” he said, his voice now very stern, “I want an explanation.”

Corrine had a moment of sympathy for the young woman as she watched her fidget.  Not because Caitlyn was about to be spanked again- that Cory had no problem with and was rather looking forward to watching.  No, she knew that Caitlyn wasn’t sure whether Robert wanted her to turn around or talk into the corner, and so instead of doing either, she froze like a scared rabbit.

Robert did not share Corrine’s sympathies.  After a moment’s hesitation, he walked over and pulled Caitlyn back from the corner, putting an arm around her waist and lifting her up so that her toes barely touched the floor.  Her hands came up abruptly as she tried to steady herself against the walls of her freshly vacated corner, and then there was nothing but the sound of Robert’s hand landing hard and fast on her already bared bottom, disrupted only by Caitlyn breathless cries of “Daddy” and “please” and “I’ll explain!”

Corrine noted with some satisfaction that Shelby was squirming in her corner, but making no move to turn and watch.  She smiled, then watched as Robert returned Caitlyn to her feet, turning her to face him.  Caitlyn pouted at the floor, and her daddy reached over gently to tip her chin up to look at him.  She began to explain, reluctantly.  “Well… Corrine was working.  And we were watching TV.”  She bit her lip pitifully, glancing at Cory as if hoping she would take over the narrative.  Corrine merely raised her eyebrows, and Robert shifted his stance slightly, indicating that he didn’t plan to wait much longer for her to get the words out.  Caitlyn said finally, “We were just playing, Daddy.  With some markers that were in the coffee table.  And we got… a little carried away.”

Robert began to pace with his hand on his chin.  “This is usually the part where I would say ‘I see,’ but I don’t understand at all, little girl.  What do you mean, carried away?”

Unable to stand it any more, Shelby blurted into her corner, “We marked all over each other and Corrine made us wash it off in the kitchen.  Sir.” Robert glanced at Corrine, and an unspoken agreement was made as they shared surprise at the little girl’s outburst. Corrine hoped her look conveyed what she felt- If you don’t, I will!

Seconds later, he was spanking Shelby much as he had spanked his own little girl, scolding as he did so.  “I did not ask for your input, young lady.  I know how much you and Caitlyn care for each other, but that is not an excuse to answer questions I did not ask you.  I love how loyal you are to each other, but I don’t think Corrine tolerates that behavior from you, and neither will I.”  He finished the hand spanking, turning her around. Caitlyn glanced in Shelby’s direction, biting her lip nervously, while Shelby’s eyes flew to Corrine’s, even though she knew her Top would not be pleased, either.

Robert moved to the middle of the room, and pointed in front of him.  “Young ladies, I want you both right here.”  Once more, two naughty girls were forced to shuffle across the living room, their faces almost as red as their bottoms.  “As cute as you both are, I do not like to come home to find that you have been misbehaving.  I see Corrine gave you both nice red bottoms, which is the only reason I am not going to get my hairbrush right now.  But Caitlyn knows that when she misbehaves, she gets a whipping on her bare bottom with Daddy’s belt.  Every time.” Caitlyn let out an audible whine, and Shelby tugged on the edge of her dress, embarrassed to be scolded like naughty school girls.

Robert took a step back, unbuckling his belt and pulling it was a satisfying swish from the loops of his jeans.  “You are both very good girls,” he said as he folded it over, “and that is why you are going to get your bare bottoms spanked today until you are both very wiggly little girls, too.  I know you both know how to make good decisions. You are good friends to each other, and Corrine and I are so happy that you found each other.  But there are appropriate ways to behave, and coloring on each other not one of them.”

“Yes, Daddy,” and “yes, sir,” came two little voices, much more subdued than they had been earlier when they had said the same things.  In a matter of minutes, they were both bent over the coffee table, panties around their ankles and hands on the flat wooden surface. Corrine still sat on the arm of the couch, her expression stern as she watched.  The first crack of the belt rang loudly as he began spanking Caitlyn, and more followed as he settled into a steady rhythm.  “Ow, ow, owie, ow” came her soft voice, and the corner of Corrine’s mouth tugged upward when she saw Shelby reach for her friend’s hand.  Before too long, Robert had shifted his focus to the other bare pink bottom, and it was Shelby squeezing Caitlyn’s hand for whatever comfort she could get as the leather met her already sore backside again and again.

He paused and paced behind them, noting two pairs of feet shifting their weight back and forth.  “I am very proud of how you handle yourselves usually.  I love to see how you take care of each other, and to hear you laugh when you are being silly together.  But you know better than to draw all over each other.  That is unacceptable.  And that is why I have to use my belt to make sure that this does not happen again.  We are going to have a nice weekend, with no more marker fights.”

He began to swing his belt again, spanking Caitlyn as he scolded.  “You know better, don’t you little girl?”  “Yes, Daddy, yes Daddy, yes Daddy!” she wailed in response, wiggling her bottom as much as she could without taking her feet off the ground.  When he was satisfied, he turned his attention to Shelby, asking her also as he spanked “Do you know better than this, little girl?”  “Yes sir!” she answered promptly, sucking in her breath sharply and shutting her eyes tightly.  When he was finished, he reached down and tugged her underwear up, then pulled her into a hug.  “I am very glad that you are friends with my little girl.  I take that very seriously.  She is so important to me, and I am glad she has you in her life.” Shelby nodded into his chest, then made her way to the couch to sit by the arm where Corrine was perched.  She snuggled against her Top’s legs, taking comfort in the hands that immediately began stroking her hair.

Robert also walked around the coffee table, setting his belt down and squatting to look Caitlyn in the face; she had been waiting patiently for her hug, but he wasn’t quite finished with her yet.  “I love you very much, little girl.  And I wish we were finished with this spanking.  But Daddy has rules that he expects you to follow.” Caitlyn’s eyes were wide, full of confusion and apprehension.  “How do I expect you to stand in the corner, young lady?”

Comprehension and dread fell on Caitlyn’s face.  “Oooohhh, Daddy no!” Robert stood and walked back around the table, his arms encircling her waist again as he said “I asked you a question.”  He didn’t wait for her to respond before he began to bring his hand down on her sore bottom, harder than he had before and just as fast.  “Daddy ow, Daddy ow!  Bare bottomed, bare bottomed!” she finally squeaked out.  He continued spanking her for another minute, while Shelby buried her face in Corrine’s lap to avoid watching.

When he was finished, he pulled her up into a hug, rubbing her back and talking gently to her, re-assuring her that he was still the proudest Daddy in the world, and more than happy to correct her when she needed it.  When she had calmed down, he allowed her to fix her underwear and skirt before glancing pointedly at Corrine. Caitlyn flushed and walked over to the couch, hands clasped in front of her as she said “I’m sorry for misbehaving while Daddy was away.” Corrine opened her arms and pulled Caitlyn into a hug, one arm around each girl for a moment before letting Caitlyn return to her Daddy’s arms.

A moment later, the quiet was interrupted by a loud rumble, one which came from Corrine’s stomach and made Shelby jump. Corrine laughed easily and said, “Anyone else hungry?  We forgot to make our own dinner plans while Daddy was away,” she said, winking at Caitlyn.  As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.  “Good thing I ordered a pizza during time-out earlier.”

Robert smiled and moved to greet the delivery person while Shelby and Caitlyn both looked at Corrine, mortified.

“What if they had gotten here early?!??”

Party Foul

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One of my favorite brats wrote the beginning of this story. She created the characters, gave them a little life, and then sent them to me with the simple demand: “Finish it, Gracie!” And because I am a bit of a sucker, I did. It’s a little heavier than my normal story lines, but I think it turned out rather well. I hope you enjoy!

“But why does she get to go?!” Harper whined.

“Because she’s older than you and more responsible” was Jessie’s stern reply.

Harper knew better than to argue with Jessie when she used her authoritative tone, so she stormed off to her room. She also knew the real reason she wasn’t allowed to go to the party with Candace was because she’d gotten a little too drunk at the last party they’d attended. “This is stupid. I’m old enough to go, just because I made one tiny mistake doesn’t mean I should be kept from parties all my life,” she grumbled as she slammed the door and sat angrily on her bed. Jessie wasn’t her mom! Granted, her mom wasn’t much of a mom either, which is why she came to live with Jessie and Candace- but this whole “my house, my rules” thing was getting old. Although… Harper had some dirt on Candace, so she knew she wouldn’t be ratted out if… and Jessie would be gone for a while to babysit, so… Harper grinned as a plan quickly formed. “I’m going.”

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Jessie closed her eyes and began to count to 100. She was not going to put up with Harper’s attitude, and she just about to adjust it for her when Harper came from the room. Jessie paused at 72, opening her eyes slowly. Harper apologized for slamming the door, then told her that she understood why she wasn’t allowed to go to the party. Jessie tried to hide the surprise she felt, and she was more than a little curious about the abupt mood change, but she was also proud. She wouldn’t go to the party after I said she couldn’t. She knows what would happen to her if she tried, she thought to herself as she smiled at the young woman standing beside her.

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“I’ll be back by one; if you need me, just call me. Keep the doors locked and behave yourself,” Jessie said with a hint of warning in her voice.

“Yeah yeah, alright. See you later,” Harper mumbled. She pretended to be transfixed by the TV as she gave a half-hearted hug goodbye. She waited until she heard Jessie pull out of the driveway before springing into action. Now there was only Candace to worry about.

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“Where do you think you’re going?!” Candace eyed the girl who was now dressed to the nines with an alarmed look.

“To the party obviously.” Harper said with as much sarcasm as she could muster, which wasn’t a lot with as excited as she was.

“I thought you couldn’t go…”

“Correction, I’m not supposed to go, but I can, in fact, go. And you aren’t going to say anything because if you do, I’ll just let Jessie know about the time that you…”

“Okay fine!” Candace growled. Harper had been holding this one incident over her head for a month now. If she had just come clean to Jessie before…but now she was lying which would get her in worse trouble, and that’s something Candace was well aware of. But technically, she was already lying by not confessing in the first place– or at least, that’s how Jessie would see it. She flinched at just the thought of being in that much trouble. “But if I go down, I’ll make sure you go down harder!” she said. Truth be told, Jessie always went easier on Harper. Why does she have to be so damn spoiled?! Candace sighed. There was nothing she could do about it now, and maybe since she was doing Harper such a big favor, she could convince her to finally let it go… maybe.

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Harper took a seat at the bar as she ordered her drink a little breathlessly. She had been dancing and having fun all night. Candace begrudgingly left an hour ago, after Harper told her it was the only way she would let that “one incident” go forever. She didn’t want Candace cramping her style with “We should really go home now,” and “I think you’ve had enough to drink,” and “Jessie’s gonna murder you.” She could be such a buzzkill. She had another hour left to go before there was even a chance of Jessie getting off work, and it only took her ten minutes to get home. Just then, a cute boy walked up.

“Wanna drink?”

“Mmm… nah. I have one, thanks.”

“Mine is better, trust me,” he said with a wink.

Harper shrugged and took the shot he offered. She could almost hear Jessie’s warning about not taking drinks from strangers, but she was going to fit in here if it killed her. Jessie was just paranoid anyway. These weren’t the kids from her neighborhood. They were all rich and well-dressed. There was nothing to worry about here.

“Wanna dance?”

Again she shrugged, but this time with a smile as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

As she danced, she became more and more aware of how dizzy she felt. She’d had a lot to drink, but this was a different kind of dizzy.

“What time is it? Maybe I should get home…” Harper glanced at her wrist only to become more frustrated. She couldn’t read her own damn watch.

“Don’t worry about it, babe… just have some fun.”

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“Hey girl… where’s Harp?”

Jessie looked at her watch again. Eleven fifteen; her night owl wouldn’t be asleep right now. The look on Candace’s face was enough to send her into a panic.

“She um…well she hasn’t come back…from the….party…yet?”

Jessie walked to the couch in three bounds and took the girl by the ear. “Let’s go.”

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The music pulsing too loudly in her ears was the last thing Harper remembered, then she was vaguely aware of strong arms wrapping around her and carrying her away.

“You l-let me down! I’m going home…ri-now!” she slurred. She was starting to panic, then she heard Jessie’s voice. “Calm down honey, we’re going home.”

Jessie?! Harper registered a lot of things at once as she glanced over the woman’s shoulder. The party was over, and from the looks of it, it ended abruptly. The boy she was talking to earlier was being put in handcuffs. Blue and red lights filled the room. Harper groaned as she looked up, expecting to see anger on Jessie’s face. She felt a pang of guilt when all she saw was leftover worry and now, relief. And then, black, as she faded back out of consciousness.

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Jessie sighed and she tightened her grip around the girl sleeping in her arms. She felt a lot of emotions as she carried her to the car. Right now, she was mostly relieved that she had gotten there in time. She also felt angry, incredibly angry. If Harper’s condition hadn’t had her so worried, she’d have likely gotten physical with the little mutant who slipped something in the girl’s drink. And with a sigh, she realized that both of her girls had disappointed her. She was especially surprised at Candace, who she was confident knew better than to sneak Harper to a party, much less leave her there. It was a bit out of character for Candace, too. She had played the big sister role to Harper for almost a year, even before Harp had officially moved in, and had even tried to take the blame for things that Harper had done. She wasn’t sure what was happening between the girls, but for Candace to outright disobey her?! Something was going on. As she buckled a snoring Harper into the car, she looked over where the other girl sat behind the passenger seat, sunk down with her eyes fixed out the window, looking guilty. Before Jessie had even gotten her own seat belt on and the car started, Candace had slipped over to the middle seat and had her arms around their little rebel.  Jessie sighed again. It was going to be a long weekend.

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Back at the house, Jessie and Candace walked a barely conscious Harper to her bed, pulling off her jeans, boots, and socks before tucking her in.  Candace stood around awkwardly as Jessie set two ibuprofen and a large glass of water on the bedside table.  When she did look at the girl it was to raise her eyebrows, and asked “What is it, Candace?”

Candace realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted to ask; all that came out was “Are you… am I…”

“Are you what?  In trouble?  Yes, Candace.  You are in a lot of trouble.  Am I going to spank you?  I don’t know.  Yes.  I think.  Not tonight.  I am not sure what to think about any of this right now.  One of the people we care about most in the world was in a lot of danger tonight, and she put herself there- on my watch.  And with my little sister’s help.”

Tears jumped into Candace’s eyes at these words, and a single hard sob rose from her chest.  There was an edge of sympathy in Jessie’s face, but it wasn’t much.  She looked tired, sad, scared, disappointed, and a decade older than she had that afternoon.  Still, she forced herself to soften her expression as she walked over and put an arm around Candace, hugging her shoulders as she guided her across the hall to bed.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, sweetheart.  And we will figure this all out.  I’m not happy, but I love you just as much now as I did yesterday and every day.  Okay?” She turned, putting a crooked finger under Candace’s chin and gently pushing her head up so they were looking eye to eye.  “Okay?”

Tears gently falling over the edges of her lower lashes, Candace nodded.  Jessie pulled her into a full hug, kissing her forehead and squeezing her tight.  “I am just glad you’re okay, squirt.  That both of you are.  The paramedic said Harper is going to wake up with a fuzzy memory and a bad hangover, but she is otherwise fine.  You’re fine.  We’re all here, in our house, sleeping under the same roof.  Right?”  She felt a nod against her chest and hugged her sister a little tighter.  “We’ll talk tomorrow.  Do your best to get some sleep.  Love you.”

And with another kiss to Candace’s forehead, she left for her own room.

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Jessie woke up to the sun shining across her face, almost spitefully cheery as it streamed through the window.  She was oddly rested; she didn’t think she’d sleep a wink, but once she laid down, the adrenaline that had flooded her body left just as quickly, and she was out to the world.  Unfortunately, sleep hadn’t made her problems disappear.  The clock read 9:32, and the house was still quiet. She stretched, then climbed out of bed, walking in her pajamas down the hall to check on the girls.

First she peeked into Harper’s room; she was still sleeping.  The ibuprofen and the water were both gone, so she must have woken up at some point in the night.  Jessie closed her door and walked across the hall to Candace’s room, tapping the door lightly before pushing it open.  The poor thing was still laying in bed, but her eyes were open and red-rimmed.  Jessie’s heart melted at the sight; she clearly hadn’t slept much at all.  “Oh, honey,” she said, sitting on the bed beside her and holding her close.  Another dry sob shook the girl’s body, but she was all out of tears.  “She’s okay, honey, she’s okay.”

“But I let it happen,” Candace said shakily.  “I knew she wasn’t allowed to go to the party, but I didn’t stop her, and I didn’t tell you so you would stop her, and then I left her there!  I left her, and she could have gotten hurt, she did get hurt, but it could have been so much worse, because of me.”

“No, honey.  This is not on you.  Do you have some responsibility here?  Yes, you do.  And we are going to talk about it.  And Harper has a lot to answer for.  But the majority of the blame here is on the person who drugged her without her consent.  There were a lot of bad decisions made last night, but he is the one here at the most fault.”  She was getting angry just thinking about him, but Candace snapped her out of that train of thought.

“You can’t spank her!!!” she said frantically, as if this possibility had just occurred to her, pulling out of Jessie’s arms to look at her face.  “She’s been through enough, Jessie!  You just can’t, she was so sick last night and she looked so fragile…”

Jessie firmly pulled Candace back over to lean against her while she spoke.  “Candace… Harper is in a lot of trouble.  And yes, I am going to spank her.” She tightened her grip when she felt Candace start to pull away again.  “It is not an easy thing to do, but there are two reasons.  One, because she earned a spanking.  She did not one, but several things that she knew would get that reaction from me.  Things that I never worried she would do until she did them.  Which brings me to the second, and the more important, reason.  She can never make decisions that poor again.  I’m sure this will not be the last bit of trouble Harper ever gets into, but she is never going to jeopardize her safety like this again.  I’m going to see to it that her bottom hurts just thinking about this level of trouble.”

Candace visibly winced at this, but she knew her sister’s mind was on Harper, not on her.  Unfortunately for Candace, that only lasted a second.  “About that responsibility, little girl,” she said.  “First off, why did you let her go to the party?”  Candace seemed to shrink a little as she quietly answered, “Well I didn’t…. like… let her go.”

“Candace,” Jessie said sharply.

Candace sighed heavily, then began to speak.  “Harper sort of blackmailed me.  She said… so… okay, I got away with something like, forever ago.  And Harper knew about it, and she aaaaalllways reminded me about it, and I thought this was my chance to make her let it go…” Her voice had a distinct whine by the end.

“And what was this something that Harper was holding over your head, young lady?”

Candace shrank further.  “You remember when I was grounded?”

“Two weeks ago?”

“No,” Candace flushed, “like, a while ago.  Six or seven months ago, for getting home so late when I had work super early the next day.”

“Oh yeah.  Yes.  I remember.”

“One of the nights I already had plans with Jade and I went out anyway,” she said guiltily, “after we had said goodnight.”

“How did you get back in without me hearing you?”

“The window in the den.”

“And Harper is the one who opened it for you,” Jessie finished grimly.  “I see.”

“I’m sorry!  I shouldn’t have done it, and I did, and I felt bad about it but I knew you’d be mad…” Candace’s voice faded away as Jessie released her hold on the girl and stood.

“Mad doesn’t being to cover it, young lady,” Jessie said, then she seemed to interrupt herself as she asked sharply, “Did Jade know you were grounded?”  Candace bit her lip, but she wasn’t about to tell even a white lie right now, so she slowly nodded her head.

“I see,” Jessie said as she put her hands on her hips and went into full lecture mode. “You do not sneak out of this house.  Under any circumstances.  I cannot believe that I am having to say that out loud to you.  You know better.  And look at the example you set for Harper!  When we agreed to let her come live here, we talked about that.  I know that you two have been friends for a long time, but you are every bit as close as sisters now.  And I know you have only been a little sister for a long time, but you are a big sister now, too, and you need to act like it.  She looks up to you.  You respects your choices.  And she counts on you to show her how to behave.  So besides letting me down by sneaking around, you also showed little miss Harper that she could get away with it.”

As Jessie paused for a breath, Candace squeaked “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“Harper made the choice to go out last night, but you have a responsibility now to her just like you do to me.  You are going to be a good example.  You are going to be the well-behaved, responsible young woman I helped raise.  Are we clear on that?”

“Yes ma’am,” Candace said miserably.

Jessie pulled herself up to her full height, lifting her right arm from her hip and pointing toward the bedroom door.  “Get the brush.”

Candace slid out of the bed, practically running for the door, hoping (in vain) to avoid being swatted as she walked by her big sister.  She rubbed her bottom as she padded down the hall to Jessie’s room to retrieve the big oak hairbrush that stayed in the top draw of her dresser.  She looked at it with disdain before picking it up and heading back down the hall.

~~~

Harper watched Candace’s feet pass by her door from her position laying on the floor of her room, spying out into the hallway.  She’d woken up about fifteen minutes ago with a slight headache and the urgent need to pee.  She had placed her ear to the door, but the house sounded quiet, so she’d risked stepping out of her room.  As she had tiptoed toward the bathroom, she’d heard voices coming from across the hall.  Taking this as a sign that they were letting her sleep, Harper did her business quickly and quietly, though she was racking her brain the entire time, trying to remember how she had gotten home last night.  Her thoughts had been interrupted as she reached her door, when she’d heard Jessie’s voice getting louder.  She had darted into her room, shutting the door silently and laying down on the floor by the door so she could listen.

She hadn’t quite been able to really hear what she was saying, but Jessie sounded mad.  Harper had cringed as she made out a word here and there… “respect…” and “behave” and “responsibility.”  This was not sounding good.  As she had listened, she tried to remember anything she could from last night.  She kept being distracted, though.  When things had gotten quiet, she hadn’t been able to hear anything but her own heartbeat. Then she’d seen Candace’s socked feet, and now she saw them walking back again.

Her hungover brain was slow to piece things together.  Several seconds later, things finally clicked and she sucked in her breath as she thought “Oh fuck fuck fuck, she was going to get the–”

SMACK

The distinct sound of wood on bare skin jumped across the house, and Harper shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling of the cool wood against her cheek, and how many seconds each breath took blowing out, and just anything, anything but the awful sound of her best friend being spanked just a few feet away.

Whereas the voices had been muffled by the walls and door, the smacks of the hairbrush seemed to have no issue making themselves heard loud and clear.  And while Harper could keep her mind occupied for a few seconds at a time, she stopped being able to do even that when she started hearing the pitiful noises Candace was making.  It started with a few squeaks here and there, and then the occasional “ow” and “owie owie.”  The spanking didn’t seem to slow down even a little; if anything, it sounded like Jessie was picking up speed.  Soon the distressing sounds coming from Candace were as constant as the never-ending spanking.  Without even realizing it, Harper had put the heel of her hand in her mouth, stifling her own noises as she occasionally clamped down hard enough to leave marks.

Still, the spanking continued, and Candace was honest-to-god wailing in there.  Harper shut her eyes and took her hand from her mouth, using it to cover the ear that wasn’t against the hardwood floor.  Nothing could keep her from hearing it all, though.  Like Candace, Harper was trapped until Jessie was good and ready for her to be released.  And of course, eventually, the spanking did stop.  Harper knew better, though.  She jumped up and scrambled back into her bed in the momentary quiet, pulling the blankets up around her and straining, despite herself, to hear what she could.

She knew how this went.  She had been spanked by Jessie before.  Even if she could just barely make out her soft tones, she knew this was the last bit of whatever lecture she had started earlier.  Jessie always sounded deceptively nice at this point, as if her soothing voice could distract a person from the fresh hell she was seconds away from unleashing.

Suddenly there was a loud “nononono no no no noooooooo!” from her friend, and the spanking drew to a close as a minute of spanks fell audibly harder than the others, and easily twice as fast, with Candace practically screaming through the whole thing.  Harper couldn’t help but picture her friend’s flailing legs; they’d been spanked enough times together that Harper knew exactly what she looked like right now.  She would have her hands balled up in the bedspread, if Jessie wasn’t holding them still.  Her pants and underwear would be long gone, kicked off almost immediately.  And her ass… her poor ass…  Harper gulped when it ended, actually gulped, as if she were a cartoon character.  A solid minute.  She had watched the seconds tick by on the analog clock by her bed.  That was a long time.  A really long time.

~~~

In Candace’s room, the sisters held each other, one whispering sweet words while the other cried tears she didn’t know she had left to cry.  Oh this hurts.  This is going to hurt for so long, the younger girl thought as she clung to Jessie.  She knew she had deserved every swat, and she had tried so hard to be good for it, but Jessie hadn’t spanked her that hard in a long time.  No, she revised her thoughts immediately, she has never spanked me that hard before.  When she calmed down, Jessie kissed her forehead before disentangling and standing.  Candace rolled over slowly, laying on her stomach and clutching her pillow, and looked up at Jessie from the bed.

“I need to go talk with Harper now, honey.  You okay?”

Candace grimaced, flooded with sympathy for what her friend was about to experience, but then nodded.  Jessie reached down to run her fingers lightly through the girl’s hair before she walked out the door, scooping up the brush from its place on the floor as she left.  Candace barely waited for the door to close all the way before reaching back to gently touch her swollen backside.  A soft “oh” escaped her lips.  She could barely explore the damage.  It hurt too much.  She pulled her hand back up to her face, absentmindedly wiping away a few stray tears.  Nothing about this was fun, but she had to admit that she felt alright for the first time since they’d found Harper last night.  Jessie had kept saying they were okay, and now, for some reason, Candace couldn’t help but believe her.

She heard the door across the hall open, and she began to think about how horrible it was going to be to hear Harper in trouble.  It was a needless worry.  Candace fell almost immediately into a deep sleep, the kind that only takes a person when they’re so tired that their body refuses to do anything else.  She didn’t hear a thing.

~~~

Jessie stood in the hallway for several minutes, clutching the brush and wishing she didn’t have to do what she was about to do.  Usually it didn’t bother her too much when she had to dole out a punishment; they were always well-deserved.  But this little girl could have been seriously hurt last night, and the thought of causing her more pain… No, a steely voice echoed through her mind, this little girl lied to my face, manipulated her Candace, snuck out of the house, drank way too much, and was so unaware of her surroundings and so careless of her safety that she had been roofied at that stupid party that she wasn’t supposed to attend in the first place!

Well that did the trick.  Her resolve strengthened, she twisted the knob and walked into Harper’s room.

~~~

Even though she knew it had to be coming, Harper jumped when her door opened.  She tried not to immediately look to see if the brush was in Jessie’s hand, but she couldn’t help herself.  Of course, there it was, that dreaded stupid stupid wooden brush.  She moved her eyes up to Jessie’s face, but that was worse.  Way worse.  Back to the brush.  No, her face.  Fuck, just look at your own hands, she thought, immediately following her own advice.

She felt the bed shift, and risked a glance up.  Jessie had set the brush down, and now was sitting close to her on the edge of the bed.  She reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Harper’s face and behind her ear.  She did that all the time, and usually it drove Harper crazy, but at the moment she was just grateful for the gentle touch.  The older woman rested her hand on Harper’s leg as she asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Good.  Well not like, good good.  But okay.  Thanks.  For the water.  And the Advil.  I barely have a headache.  I feel tired, though.  And I felt foggy when I woke up.  But better now.” She answered as quickly and truthfully as she could.  She was a little surprised Jessie had even asked; usually she wasn’t very sympathetic to the girls’ hangovers.  She was even more surprised when the gentle questions kept coming.  “What do you remember from last night.”

Harper blushed and looked down.  “Well I remember… going… to the party…” she said haltingly.  She was so used to trying to wiggle her way out of trouble that she wasn’t sure how to just tell the entire truth, but after the spanking Candace had just received, Harper had no doubt that Jessie knew exactly what had happened last night, and even she knew better than to poke an angry bear.  She was as honest as she could be.  “Candace didn’t want me to, but… I kinda made her take me.”

Jessie nodded, and Candace gathered from her expression that she must know about the blackmail.

“Okay, so I went, and everything was okay, and then Candace went home, so I was dancing– she tried to get me to go with her, but I wouldn’t– and I was still… drinking…”  Now she was actually having trouble remembering the details.  She had been pretty drunk, but there was… a boy?  Yes, a boy.  “This guy brought me a drink, and then I was dancing with him, and… and then…”  Her brow furrowed as she struggled to remember.  She had been really drunk, but usually she passed out before she blacked out.

Jessie’s gentle hand on her leg brought her back to the present.  “Honey, that guy you were dancing with?  He put something in your drink.  That’s why you’re having trouble remembering.  It’s why you were so foggy when you woke up today.”

Harper felt her face contort as she flipped through several emotions, from shock to disbelief, and through several others until she landed on anger.  Yes, that one felt right.  “Are you telling me that douchebag ‘music producer’ or whatever he really is roofied me last night?” she asked incredulously.

Jessie nodded slowly, not entirely surprised by this reaction.  “You aren’t the first girl he’s done this to.  He got away with it at a party a few weeks ago.  Someone last night recognized him and called the police.  They were already putting him in handcuffs when I showed up, and you were all but knocked out.  But you never left the party with him, thank god.”

“Oh he’s frickin’ lucky they took him to jail.  That little–”

“Harper” Jessie interrupted her.  “You can be mad later.  You have a right to be mad.  That guy is scum, and I bet we both wish about the same kind of future on him.  You and I have more than enough to talk about that doesn’t involve him, though.  But first, I need to know if you’re okay.  This is a big scary thing to learn.  How are you feeling about it?”

For a brief moment, Harper considered playing to Jessie’s sympathy.  If she burst into tears, she knew she’d get out of whatever Jessie was planning.  She sighed.  The truth was, though, she had seen a lot in her life, especially before moving in with Candace and Jessie.  If something like this had happened to Candace, she’d be in therapy for months.  But Harper… Harper knew things like this happened.  Bad people were out there.  And she had just taken the drink he offered, with hardly a second thought…

Her head fell forward to thunk lightly on her knees, which were pulled up against her body, as the weight of what she had done fell hard.  “Oh that was so dumb… I took the drink… I can’t believe… oh my god, I can’t believe I took it.”

Jessie was nodding as she began to speak, even though Harper couldn’t see it.  “Yes, you did.  You took a drink from a stranger.  Probably because you had had too much to drink.  Way too much.  At a party you weren’t supposed to be at.  Because I told you not to go.”

Harper wondered if she could just keep her face buried forever.  That seemed like a great plan.  Jessie said her name again, though, and she forced herself to look up into a pair of very stern eyes.  “I am very disappointed in the choices you made last night.  That man is scum, and in a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to worry about people like him.  But we don’t live in that perfect world, and you have been taught better than your behavior showed last night.  We have had this talk on more than one occasion.  It is almost unbelievable that we are having it again.”

The girl nodded, but she didn’t say anything.  What could she say?  She had broken Jessie’s trust.  She’d snuck out of the house, lied to cover her own ass, and bullied Candace to get to that stupid party, and for what?  So she could get sloppy with a bunch of people she barely knew and then have to deal with this?

“Was it worth it?” Jessie asked, as if she could read Harper’s thoughts.  “No,” she replied, “not at all.”

Jessie picked up the brush again as she shifted her position on the bed, putting her feet down on the floor.  “This sort of thing will never happen again, Harper.  If I have to spank you every day for a month of Sundays to make sure of that, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“But you don’t–”

“Hush.  This is my time to talk and your time to listen.  You are about to get your little self across my lap, and I am going to spank your backside until you can’t even look at a bottle of liquor without remembering this hairbrush.”  Harper groaned, but Jessie wasn’t finished.  “You will get another spanking at the end of the week.  And another one a week after that.”

Harper sputtered, eventually getting out a quick “You can’t–” but she was immediately cut off again.

“I can.  I am.  And if you so much as walk out of the house to check the mail during the next two weeks, you’ll get spanked then, too.  Right on the front porch, if that’s where I catch you.  I am finished with you disobeying me, Harper.  We are family now.  I have a responsibility to make sure that you are safe and happy.  And all you have to do is not make that job more difficult.”

Harper stared at her mutely.  Three spankings?  Three?  And restriction?  And she knew restriction was what Jessie was saying.  She wasn’t just going to be grounded to the house.  She was about to lose her TV, her laptop, her phone…

She didn’t have a lot of time to mourn the loss of her material things.  She felt Jessie’s strong grip on her arm, and a second later she was moved bodily across the bed and across Jessie’s lap.  She wasn’t wearing pants, and her underwear were taken down almost before she found herself settled.  “Hey!” she yelped indignantly, but she didn’t have long to be upset before she became concerned with an entirely new problem.

SMACK

Except this time it was her on the receiving end of that wicked brush, and even though earlier she’d briefly thought that listening to someone getting a spanking was actually worse, she knew for certain at this moment that she had been wrong.  This was worse.  This.  This was so much worse.

She kicked her feet, slamming them into her pillow until it fell off the bed, and beat her fists into the mattress.  Usually she struggled so much that Jessie had to physically hold her on her lap, but she was trying really hard not to throw herself on the floor.  It was a losing battle, though.  Sometimes Jessie made her way down to a bare bottom, but she never started there, and she never started with the brush.  It was usually saved for the second half, or even just the end, just there to drive the point home.  This was an entirely new form of torture.

Despite her best efforts, Harper was soon throwing her body sideways and throwing her hands back, anything to stop or even slow down the onslaught.  This wasn’t the first time Jessie had spanked the wiggly girl, though.  In no time at all, she’d flung her own leg over Harper’s, effectively pinning them.  She pulled the girl’s body snugly against her own, using her free hand to also trap Harper’s interfering hands to the small of her back.

“Please!” Harper yelled, and she hated the sound of her own voice.  She never begged during a spanking.  She would yell sometimes, and even cry sometimes, but she never asked Jessie to stop.  It looked like a lot of things that never happened before were happening today, though.

Harper was barely conscious of the yells coming from her own mouth after another minute.  No longer was she letting out yelps and pleases; now it was a constant string of unintelligible words and phrases.  Jessie got the gist.  It didn’t slow her down, though.

It wasn’t until the first sob escaped from Harper’s chest that she even began to consider slowing down.  She was serious about this not being a repeat offense.  She could see dark undertones coming up on the girl’s skin, but she kept the swats coming.  She hadn’t given either girl a warm-up for a reason.  She wanted them to feel these spankings for more than just a few hours, and for more just tonight.  As she thought about this, she increased the strength behind her swats, ignoring the way Harper’s cries went up an octave.

Finally she did stop, at least for the moment.  She let Harper’s hands go, and the girl immediately covered her swollen backside with them as she let out a moan.  “Absolutely not,” she said, and was glad to see the naughty hands almost jump to get back in front of Harper’s body.  She rubbed the young woman’s back for a moment, waiting for her to calm down enough to listen.  Eventually, she felt like it was time to speak.

“I’m not sure how else to say this, little girl, so I guess I’ll say it the same way just one more time and I hope it really sticks.  You are part of a family now.  An unconventional, mismatched family, but a family.  I am the head of this family, and there are a lot of things that go along with that.  I make sure there is food on the table.  I make sure there’s a roof over your head.  I do my best to make sure that you are happy.  And when you are ready to move out, I will help you with that, too.  But until then, there are a lot things that go along with not being the head of this family, too.  You have to listen to me.  You have to trust that I know what I’m talking about.  And if you disagree with any of my decisions, you either make me see it your way or you come to terms with that particular decision.  You understand me?”

“Yes ma’am,” Harper said, and that was not something that came easily to her like it did Candace.  She hadn’t been raised saying ma’am or sir, but Jessie insisted on it, at least when the girls were in trouble.  “And whether I am here or not, looking right over your shoulder or in a whole ‘nother country, you will watch out for yourself.  You will make good choices about your well-being.  Is that crystal clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” came the reply, followed immediately by an echo of Candace’s cries earlier as she felt Jessie tip her forward slightly, and she knew what was coming.  She heard fingers snap above her, and she groaned and began to cry fresh tears as she offered her hand back.  She knew what that snap meant, and soon her wrist was secured to her side while her other arm wrapped back around Jessie’s body.  She sensed the brush being raised up and yelled out a desperate “Please don’t please don’t please don’t!” and then she was getting the rest of her spanking, the hard and fast swats of the wooden hairbrush falling on her already bruised and aching backside.  She found herself saying “please don’t” over and over again, until those eventually blurred into wild and wordless shrieking.

She was facing away from the clock, but by the time the spanking was finished, she was positive it had been every bit of the same minute Candace had gotten.  Maybe more.  She lay there whimpering for a long time after it was over, just feeling her bottom throb and trying to control her crying.  Her backside felt at least twice its normal size.  The thought of moving sent fresh tears down her cheeks, but eventually she was able to sit up, hissing at any contact made with her poor rear end.  She flung herself face-down on her bed, in much the same position Candace had ended up in.  Jessie laid down beside her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair and filling her with words of comfort until she, like her new sister, drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Temper Tantrum

Standard

“Give it BACK!”

Shayla stopped at these words, one hand on the knob of the bedroom door, and took a deep breath… then one more, for good measure. She turned around slowly to look at her girlfriend, the one who had yelled this demand, the one who was still standing in the corner but not facing it like she was supposed to be. Oh no, instead she was standing with her arms crossed, shoulders back, and a mutinous look on her face.

“Jaynie…” Shayla said, her voice low and full of warning.

“It’s my phone,” Jaynie said, her brow furrowing even more, her mouth in a hard line. Shayla had to resist the urge to let her mouth drop open. This was out of character for Jaynie, even on her naughtiest days. She slowly crossed her arms as she contemplated the situation, staring right back into the face of her rebellious girl. She’d thought she was being generous with corner time and a few warning swats. She’d thought it was reasonable to confiscate the phone for the evening, after Jaynie threw it across the room in frustration when a picture wasn’t loading fast enough for her. She’d thought it was going to be a quiet night.

Well well. Plans had changed.

What she wanted to do was grab Jaynie by the arm and start spanking. Instead she brought herself up to her full height, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the phone in question. “Jaynie Michelle, you take a good long look at this phone,” she said, holding it up. “And you start getting used to the idea that you won’t be using it for anything but work until I say otherwise.” As she talked, she opened the top drawer of the dresser beside her, placing the phone inside, her eyes never leaving Jaynie’s. “I’m not going to hide it. I’m not going to keep it on me at all times. I am going to leave it in this drawer, and you will ask me for permission any time you want to check it.” She shut the drawer firmly with one hand, and began to slowly walk toward the corner as she talked. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, young lady, that makes you think it’s okay to behave this way, or to talk to me like that. I do know that you are going to feel very differently by the time we’re finished here.” She kept her steps slow and her voice even, moving closer and closer to Jaynie, who was trying very hard to maintain her defiant posture. Shayla wasn’t falling for it, though. She saw the nervous glance Jaynie cast at the closet where they kept the Mean Paddle. She saw way her fingers clenched and un-clenched around the fabric of her shirt.

“You can’t…” came Jaynie’s voice as she summoned the last of her bravado, but it was too late. Shayla way right next her now, the Look on her girlfriend’s face mere inches from hers as Shayla interrupted her. “Oh, but I can.”

And with that she reached out and grabbed Jaynie’s ear, pulling her toward the bed. Jaynie tried to pulled back, screeching “you’re hurting me!”

“It wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t resist,” came the unsympathetic reply. “You won’t be thinking about your ear for much longer anyway.” With that she plopped down on the bed, putting one leg up and using the other to anchor herself on the floor. In no time, Jaynie was across her lap, her sweatpants a puddle around her ankles as Shayla pulled the girl in closer to her own body and reached for the hem of her underwear. “No no no no no!” yelled Jaynie, reaching back and trying to stop the inevitable. Shayla merely snatched up the girl’s hand along with her panties, pulling both up to the small of Jaynie’s back, leaving the young woman bare cheeked and very uncomfortable. “No!!!” came another useless wail, accompanied by feet kicking the ground hard.

Shayla watched the girl struggle, her eyebrows raised, surprised at the brazenness of the girly over her lap. Jaynie had accepted that she was about to be punished, but she had in no way accepted the punishment itself. That was fine with Shayla. She was more than ready to spank the defiance right out of her bratty girlfriend. She raised her hand and brought it down with a loud crack on the girl’s left cheek, then the right, then again and again and again, without pause. Usually she didn’t start with fast swats, mostly because she liked watching the color grow and her hand prints appear, and then slowly disappear into the reddening canvas. There was nothing fun about this spanking, though. Not for either of them.

A grim smile appeared on her face. Fun, no. Satisfying? Absolutely. She increased the force of her swats as she remembered the phone bouncing off the bed and onto the floor earlier, starting this entire thing. Even that wasn’t entirely true. In all honesty, Jaynie had been snappy and rude since she had gotten home from work that afternoon. Nothing outright– she knew better than that– but certainly uncalled for. As Shayla thought about every eyeroll she’d pretended not to notice, every snide remark she had ignored, she moved her hand down, concentrating on the barely pink crease between Jaynie’s thighs and bottom. The girl’s wiggling increased as Shayla found her target over and over again, letting her palm meld into the shape of Jaynie’s sit spots, spanking them and then even spanking beneath them, purposefully targeting the tops of the woman’s thighs in a way she only ever did during punishment spankings.

Jaynie kicked through the entire thing, once kicking so high that Shayla stopped spanking, but only long enough to bend down and say quietly into her ear, “if you kick me in the face, I will repeat this spanking from beginning to end every night for a week, little girl, so I suggest you get your little feet under control.” In response she got something close to a growl as Jaynie turned her face away and buried it in the blankets. She kept her kicking, lower, though, even if she wasn’t ready to acknowledge her obedience.

By the time Jaynie’s backside and thighs were a uniform dusky dark pink, Shayla’s hand was starting to hurt. Good timing, she thought, as she released the younger woman with the short command to stand. She stood, but Shayla noticed the hard glare still in her eyes as she looked down, and noted that she didn’t reach back to rub her bottom (though she must have wanted to desperately). That was okay with Shayla. It didn’t happen often, but she’d been here with her girlfriend before. It was a marathon, not a sprint. “Get the paddle,” she said firmly, not leaving her spot on the bed. Jaynie stepped out of her pants and walked toward her closet. “The one in my closet,” Shayla said pointedly. She watched her girlfriend hesitate, then do as she was told. Discipline or not, she couldn’t help but appreciate the beautiful glowing rear end as she watched Jaynie walk toward the closet and get the dreaded mean paddle, a slim dark wooden implement they’d stopped using in play early on.

Jaynie held it away from her, like it was a poisonous snake, but brought it back without any fuss. She held it out to her older girlfriend, who didn’t immediately take it. Instead she reached out and swiftly swept Jaynie’s panties down from their high perch, until they were pooled around her ankles. Caught by surprise, Jaynie squeaked and made a very delayed grab for her them, which quickly turned into a useless attempt at covering herself. A blush crept up her chest, and in seconds her face was flaming with embarrassment. Shayla didn’t try to hide her satisfaction as she scolded, “you certainly haven’t been bashful the rest of the afternoon, young lady. I don’t know why you’d start now. You have been acting like a spoiled brat, and brats in this house don’t get any modesty.” And with that she grabbed the paddle with her right hand, then hauled Jaynie back over her lap with her right.

This time she start without much strength behind her swats. She didn’t need it. Even the lightest spanked made Jaynie jump, and soon little squeals were escaping from the girl’s mouth at every swat. Shayla wasn’t after squeals, though. She ignored the pitiful noises and gradually increased the force spanking, letting the paddle speak for her. She knew the sensation was shifting from sharp and stingy to deeply painful; the girl’s bottom was burning brighter with every round of swats. Soon Jaynie was kicking again, but these weren’t the angry rebellious kicks from earlier. No, these she couldn’t help if she tried. Shayla paused long enough to wrap her legs around the young woman’s, hoisting her up so she had full access to every pink bit of her bottom and thighs. She slowed her pace as she began to lecture again, punctuating her words with painful paddle swats.

“We do not throw phones in this house, little girl. You know better. And if you do decide to have yourself a tantrum, then you accept the consequences like a big girl. You earned yourself a few minutes of corner time. You earned it, Jaynie Michelle. And that means you keep your nose pointed at the wall and your mouth shut until you are called out. Instead, you decided to yell at me. You decided that you were going to make the rules. But that is not how things work for you. Maybe you forgot. You won’t be forgetting again soon, though. That is a promise.”

With that she brought the paddle up high, bringing it crashing almost immediately back down on Jaynie’s swollen bottom. The girl might have been able to handle the hard spanking or the scolding, but both together were too much. “I’m sorry” she wailed into the covers, still struggling fruitlessly to escape the brutal swats that kept landing on her bottom and thighs. “I’m sorry, too, but sorry doesn’t cut it,” came Shayla’s heartless reply.

She really wasn’t heartless, but she was determined to make sure they didn’t have a repeat of tonight’s attitude any time soon. If she stopped too early, before Jaynie was really and truly sorry, they’d be here again before the week’s end. And Jaynie would hate every minute of it– not just the spanking, but she would hate the spiteful words that would come from her mouth, hate the mean attitude she’d fling in Shayla’s direction. But she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Oh yes, they had been down this road before.

And so despite the wails that were starting to sound a bit like crying, she kept right on paddling Jaynie’s backside, deliberately hard and deliberately fast, not influenced at all by the bucking girl’s imminent tears as she lay there trapped between Shayla’s legs. “Please baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Her cries fell on deaf ears, though. With the skill of an experienced spanker, Caroline shifted her legs, bringing the girl’s bottom up and forcing her little cheeks to spread slightly so that she could spank every single inch of her naughty backside. Soon the apologies and begging stopped, and there was only the sound of spanking and crying in the small bedroom. Shayla finally slowed her hand, completing one last circuit around the very red, very swollen bottom before ending with a dozen swats that were harder than any of the rest. She tossed the paddled aside, using the punishing hand gently now, running her fingers lightly around the edges of the girl’s poor bottom as she let her cry over her lap. Her left hand massaged Jaynie’s back, occasionally running her fingers up through her hair, twining them delicately through the girl’s curls and back out. After a few minutes, she firmly tugged the young woman’s shoulders, and Jaynie slid effortlessly down to the ground, kneeling at her girlfriend’s feet and burying her head in Shayla’s lap, soaking up every comforting touch and caress.

Shayla took one more deep breath as she ran her thumb along Jaynie’s cheek and slipped a hand under her chin, forcing her to look up. “You owe me ten minutes, little one,” she said, not unkindly. Fresh tears filled the big pitiful eyes below her, spilling immediately onto Jaynie’s already wet face. Slowly, wincing, and with a little help from her girlfriend, Jaynie stood, stepping out of her long forgotten underwear and not in the least self-conscious now. She made her way into the corner, arms folded obediently behind her, still sniffling. A few seconds later, Caroline gently wiped her face with a tissue, then planted a kiss on the girl’s temple before leaving her to finish her time.

Ten minutes later… well maybe closer to 8, but Caroline made the rules in the first place, so she could change them if she wanted! Jaynie was called out of the corner. Shayla lay on the bed, arms open and ready, as her girlfriend practically dove on top of her, snuggling in close and burying her face into her girlfriend’s chest. Shayla’s lips found Jaynie’s forehead and rested there, occasionally lifting to whisper soft “I love yous” and “you are such a good girl.” For the most part, though, they were quiet, finding the comfort they both needed.

Puppy Problems

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Jaynie reached blindly toward the nightstand, intent on shutting up the buzzing alarm clock. It stopped the noise making all by itself, though, so she snuggled back against her pillow… for all of five seconds before she felt the covers jerked away. “Shayla…” she whined, throwing a stuffed bear aimlessly over her head before curling up into a tight ball, clutching the pillow.

Shayla knelt gingerly on the bed, gently nudging Jaynie over, belly-down, and straddling her waist. Jaynie relaxed some as she felt her hair being brushed gently to the side. “Jaynie Michelle…” and Jaynie’s sleep-addled brain didn’t pick up on the use of her middle name, more distracted by the kiss that followed, a soft peck on the nape of her neck.

“That is the third”– the kisses began to trail down her spine– “time” –and the corners of her mouth inched upward– “your alarm” –Jaynie’s eyes fluttered beneath her lids– “has gone off.”

Goosebumps slowly covered her arms as Shayla’s soft lips reached the edge of the blue panties Jaynie had worn to bed. Shayla let her lips wander back up, ending with a soft nip and a rumbly growl in her girlfriend’s ear. “I’m going to start the coffee. If you’re not up when I get back, I am going to spank your pretty little backside. Capisce?”

And with that Shayla bounded up off the bed, ignoring Jaynie’s disgruntled moan of protest and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

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Half an hour later Jaynie stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. She froze when she saw Shayla sitting on the wooden chest by the foot of their bed, softly tapping a big wooden spoon against her thigh. Jaynie took a step backward, her hand going automatically to cover her backside. “I got up!” she said
defensively, eyes glued to the spoon. Shayla raise her other hand, and Jaynie’s eyes got wide as her girlfriend dropped the chewed remains of a lap top cord to the floor. “Oh, shit…” Jaynie closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

“‘Oh, shit,’ is right, Jaynie Michelle. I reminded you twice to put my computer up before you came to bed. And now your puppy has chewed through two chargers.” Jaynie bit her bottom lip guiltily. Shit, shit, shit, she thought as her eyes kept flicking back to the slowly thudding spoon her girlfriend still wielded. She clutched her towel, knuckles turning white with nerves. “I’m sooorrrryyyy, it won’t happen again, you don’t have to…” her voice trailed off and she fidgeted, beginning to cringe a little as the spoon dropped over and over.

“I know it’s not going to happen again. To insure that, you’re grounded for a week, little girl. And yes, you are most certainly getting a spanking. You’re grounded to prevent mishaps in the future. This spanking is for the mistake you have already made. March your little self on over here.”

“Aww, Shay, please, it was just an accident… the phone rang, and then when I got off I was tired and came up to bed, and then I just forgot about it…” Even as she attempted to make her case, she was shuffling slowly toward the chest where Shayla sat waiting. In truth, it wasn’t the forgetfulness that was landing her in trouble.  It was that Shayla was right.  She had reminded Jaynie twice, and both times Jaynie had blown her off.  So there was no getting out of this one.

As soon as her girlfriend was near enough, Shayla leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling the young woman forward and across her waiting knee. “It was an accident!” Jaynie whined, wiggling and trying to reach back and keep her towel from falling off her backside.

Shayla wrapped one arm around her girlfriend’s waist and delivered a pair of sharp smacks just below the towel’s edge. “Move ’em, sister.” Jaynie squealed but moved her hands forward as Shayla flipped open the edges of the towel, creating an open flap over Jaynie’s rear. Without further scolding she began to apply the spoon, snapping it down crisply all over the hapless girl’s wet backside. Jaynie’s hands reached back several times, but she managed to keep them out of the way, leaving them fluttering but not interfering. Shayla didn’t waste any time, keeping a steady rhythm, ignoring the squeaks and protests and promises pouring from Jaynie’s mouth. Soon the pleas began to run together into a constant stream of wordless nonsense. Shayla kept the same pace but upped the strength of her swats, concentrating on one spot at a time, feeling Jaynie buck underneath her.

The women played often; spanking was a part of their daily lives.  This was trouble, though, and for Jaynie that meant no warm up.  No panties.  No breaks.  Shayla laid into pale skin, watching her own brown hand flash over and over again across an increasingly bright bottom.

She slowed down as abruptly as she’d begun, and as soon as Jaynie heard the spoon being set on the chest her waiting hand finally landed on her now scorched bottom, rubbing furiously. Shayla pulled her up, standing as well, and propelled her toward the corner with a solid swat. Sniffling, Jaynie leaned her head against the wall and folded her hands up in front of her, keeping the towel up loosely and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

She heard the bedroom door open as Shayla left, then again when she walked back in fifteen minutes later, and she heard whimpers in a key not unlike her own minutes ago. She looked back over her shoulder, blushing as she made eye contact with Shayla, but she didn’t turn back toward the corner. Shayla was smiling softly, so Jaynie knew she wasn’t in trouble for looking this time. Shayla gave Jaynie an upward nod, signaling for her to come forward. She was holding a brown lab puppy, which was scrambling madly to get down and run to his sniffly owner. Shayla set him on the floor and watched as Jaynie dropped her towel while she scooped up the little dog. She rubbed her damp cheek and  against the puppies soft fur as she walked blindly into her girlfriend’s waiting arms. Shayla cuddle them close, smiling at the mixing scents of puppy breath and washed hair, happily holding her little family.