Thursday, June 30, 2016

Maryanne and Danny’s Assembly (By Canadian Spankee)

Author’s Note
With Guy Spencer’s kind permission this is a continuation of his series of stories. They can be read as standalone stories but are intended to be read in the following order: Maryanne's Public Spanking - Part 1 | Maryanne's Public Spanking - Part 2 | Two Bare Bottoms At Assembly | Three Bare Bottoms After School |
© Canadian Spankee 2016

Maryanne and Danny’s Assembly
By Canadian Spankee

Maryanne’s day at the school was going pretty well. She had come back to the school for one term to raise her marks in two subjects, hoping to pick up additional dollars in her scholarship fund. It had been a long time since her public spanking and for the most part she had dealt with her feelings about it. She and her brother Daniel got along well even after what he had put her through by hiding drugs in her car. She had heard the drug dogs that morning in the school yard, but had no concern as she had nothing to hide.

The message to go to the principal’s office was upsetting. She could not figure out why they would possibly call her. Her relationship with Dean Hopkins had been good, considering she was a normal teenage girl. Like any teenager she got into trouble sometimes, but nothing warranting a visit to the office. Maryanne waited until the lunch break and headed toward the office. Whatever it was, she wanted to get it over with. Maybe it would be a good thing, maybe she had won some sort of contest or something like that. She knew things were not good when she viewed the sheriff’s deputy waiting at the counter. There was little doubt in Maryanne’s mind that the deputy being there had to do with her. Her stomach knotted and she felt sick to her stomach, but she kept on walking.

The school secretary spied Maryanne and went over to her. “Maryanne, there has been trouble with your car again. Could you please go to your car with Deputy Barnes here and open the door? It seems there may be something in the car. Dean Hopkins will be going with you.”

Maryanne turned to the Deputy. “There is nothing in my car! It’s been a long time since my brother hid his stash in my car.”

The Deputy put up her hands. “I was here the first time and remember how your brother got you in trouble. There are a lot of things that get the dogs excited. This may turn out to be nothing, but you understand I have to check things out.”

Melissa sensed the Deputy was trying to be kind. Within a few minutes the three were at the car. A dog was being held there by another deputy and as soon as the car door opened, it jumped in. It took about a minute before the dog was pawing at the floor mat on the rear passenger side. The Deputy soon raised the mat and came out carrying a small plastic box. “Do you know what is in this box Maryanne?”
Maryanne could have died the minute she saw the box. Things were happening all over again. “No! I have never seen it before! I don’t know how it got there.” She was almost crying as she remembered the school policy stating drivers were responsible for whatever was in their car. She shook visibly knowing this could lead to another public spanking, and one not nearly as tame as her last one. She could almost feel Dean Hopkins staring at the back of her neck.
The Deputy put the box in an evidence bag. “We will be back tomorrow after testing the contents. I certainly hope it is not what I think it is. Hard drugs are much more dangerous then marijuana cigarettes.”
It was agreed that nothing would happen until the contents of the box were tested for drugs. If it did contain drugs, the type and amount would have a bearing on whether legal charges would be laid. Dean Hopkins indicated he wanted Maryanne and her parents in his office the next day when the results of the test would be known.
Maryanne went home during the lunch hour with no intention of returning that day. She was openly sobbing by the time she entered the kitchen door. Her mother ran over and held her tight as she wondered what could have possibly happened. Hearing the story from Maryanne made her mother start to cry as well. How could such things happen to the girl? When her mom phoned the school where Daniel was enrolled, there was no problem with his father picking him up an hour early. If he was involved the second time, the family wanted to know.
Arriving home, Daniel could not believe his sister was in trouble again due to him.  He loved his sister and although they quarreled like any other siblings, their attachment was strong.  “Dad, they belonged to a guy from school.  When Maryanne picked me up from basketball practice the other night, he asked for a ride.  I knew he had the drugs and he told me later that he had found a great hiding spot. When I found out the hiding spot was in Maryanne’s car, I was going to take them out, but thought I could wait until basketball practice and give them back to him.  You likely heard the news on the radio saying there was a drug raid at our school two days ago.  Darrel was arrested and never made it to practice.”
His mum’s anger showed as she spoke.  “So instead of getting rid of the drugs, you decided to hold on to them.   What did you intend to do with them?”
Daniel shrugged. “I had no idea what to do. I spoke to Darrel on the phone and the last thing he wanted was them back. He did not want the cops finding them. He said I could do whatever I wanted.”
His Father broke into the conversation. “So Darrel gave you the drugs and you held on to them. The box belongs to you.”
Daniel knew it looked bad for him if the police decided to push legal charges. “Yes, if you put it that way, I guess the drugs are mine. I will tell the police the entire story and there will be no reason for Maryanne to be involved.”
His mum nodded, “We may have to deal with the police and the courts later. However, right now there is the matter of her school. You remember what happened the last time she was caught with your drugs in her car?”
Daniel froze on the spot; he had not considered what would happen at her school. The plan to protect his sister jumped into his mind. “I want to go to the school and explain my part in this to that Dean Hopkins. If they have to give someone corporal punishment in public, they can spank me. Maryanne should not have to go through that again. I will go with you to her school and explain things to them tomorrow.”
The powder in the box turned out to be ninety-five percent baking powder with just a slight dusting of a drug. The Rivers family and the school administrators sighed with relief when the Deputy, after hearing Daniel’s story and consulting with the Sheriff, announced no charges would be laid. Darrel had been charged with selling drugs and the police were happy having a dealer off the streets. The Deputy left after a strong warning to Daniel that he had been lucky this time and not to push his luck.
Dean Hopkins cleared his throat before speaking. “Now that the police are gone, there is the matter of the school policies. Maryanne, you know the rule about vehicles on campus. You bring the car; you are responsible for it. You are aware of what happens if a student is found having drugs on themselves or in their personal possessions or property. This is the second time this has happened. I have to tell you the chastisement in this case will be much worse than the first time.”
Maryanne started blubbering, but she managed to get her words out. “I made a decision last night if it turned out to be drugs. I resign from the school immediately and will never come back here. This is my decision. I cannot go through this again. I quit, right now.”
Her parents were shocked, but could understand her reasons and said nothing. Dean Hopkins took it upon himself to respond. “Are you sure Maryanne? You only have a month and quitting will affect every application you made for a scholarship. You would have to repeat the entire term somewhere else, and this incident will be placed on your school records. Maybe you should take a day to think about this. If you accept the correction, it is over and done with, and there will be no mention of it on your records.”
Daniel was close to tears as he watched his sister. “Wait a minute Dean Hopkins. I know I am not a student here, but I’m responsible for this mess. If the school policy states someone has to be punished, then it should be me, not Maryanne. You get to punish the one responsible and Maryanne can finish her studies.”
The Dean shook his head. “You are not a student here, what you are asking is impossible. It cannot be done.”
Daniel’s father spoke out. “Why not? We are willing to give whatever permission the school needs, including a statement we will take no legal or any other action unless the punishment kills or cripples him, which I know will not happen.”
The Dean was about to deny them again, when Principal Flannery interrupted. “The Dean and I will discuss with the Chair of the Board to see if this could be considered. I appreciate that this is not Maryanne’s doing, and to see her punished either by corporal punishment or by having to leave is not fair to her. If you can give us some time, I am sure we can come to a decision.”
When the two administrators were alone, Dean Hopkins expressed his opinion. “This is an all-girl’s school sir. How could we possibly punish a teenage male in front of them?”
Principal Flannery shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe we can’t Dean Hopkins, but I would feel guilty if we force Maryanne Rivers to leave this school due to no fault of her own. There has to be another way around this and I hope we can find one. Let’s get the Chair on the phone and see what we can come up with.”
Two hours later, the Rivers family crowded back into Dean Hopkins office, all of them wondering what the decision would be. Daniel knew if he was not punished by the school, he was going to face the next two Saturday getting a belt across his ass in front of his entire family. Daniel had two options and neither one appealed to him. Getting a belting at home in front of his family was one thing. Getting a bare bottom spanking in front of two hundred plus teenage girls was mind boggling.
Dean Hopkins came into his office with concerns about the decision, but it was out of his hands. The Chair had expressed the opinion that if the parents would sign any and all legal documents, then why not go ahead? It was left up to the school administrators how best to protect Daniel’s modesty within reason. How Daniel dealt with being spanked in front of the girls was his problem, and in the Chairs opinion, most of the girls already had a good idea about male anatomy. There was a good chance the school would be co-ed next year due to financial reasons, so if corporal punishment was to continue as an option for correcting all students, arrangements needed to be made.
The lawyers will have the documentation ready by Thursday afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Rivers if you will drop by to sign. It has been decided the special assembly will be held Friday afternoon, just before classes are dismissed for the day. Daniel, this will not be easy. You will have no clothing on below your waist and the audience will be over two hundred girls, many of them around your age. Likely you know a lot of the younger ones. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Daniel took one look at Maryanne and knew what he had to do. “I am absolutely sure Dean Hopkins. Do you guarantee my sister will have nothing placed on her record?”
The Dean nodded his agreement. “Maryanne’s name will not be mentioned at the assembly. However, your name will be and I cannot stop whatever the girls connect to either of you. There will be no mention of this on your sister’s records. To make this work, you have to be at my office at two forty on Friday. Unless there are any question, I will see you on then. Now if you will excuse me, I have a few problems to solve before Friday.”
When Mr. and Mrs. Rivers showed up to sign the papers, they could tell the Dean was flustered. Dean Hopkins took a deep breath and after letting it out slowly, he started to speak. “The lawyer is uncomfortable with the school’s involvement, so he made out the papers for you to sign with a sight change. According to the agreement, Daniel can be spanked at the special assembly with your permission and his consent that we already have. The difference is, I will not be the one spanking him. The lawyer suggested that be done by Mrs. Rivers. The students are used to female adults doing the spanking from before my time here, and the less change the better. Are you all right with this?”
The couple took a few minutes to discuss the change, but soon made up their minds. Mrs. Rivers spoke out. “We agree to what the lawyer is proposing Dean Hopkins.”
When told about the change in plans, Maryanne was unsure how Daniel would react, but thought perhaps it might be better for him. “You know Mom, having you spanking him may make things better for Daniel.” They talked about the possible repercussions of spanking Daniel on stage. Both of them knew he had brought this situation upon himself. They agreed his actions would have earned him several hard spankings at home if the school punishment was not going to happen. There was no reason for his mother to treat him softer just because his spanking would be at the school. Mrs. Rivers came away from that discussion with the full intent to make sure her son would get a paddling he would remember for a long time.
The family settled in for the night. By midnight all were asleep except Daniel who sat in his bed worrying. Things were beyond his control, but he knew there was no chance of backing out. Daniel wondered what his life would be like after the spanking? There was no way his getting paddled would remain secret. There were over two hundred girls in Maryanne’s school. More then one would tell her parents and her siblings. They would tell someone else and soon all his buddies would know what happened. He was up until three in the morning and only fell asleep due to exhaustion. Daniel jumped out of bed at eight thirty, and due to the circumstances was allowed to stay home that day. He had an appointment where he did not want to be, and that would be enough for him.
As Dean Hopkins entered the auditorium, it was the one time he was happy not all the chairs were fixed in place. Only the middle section was attached, leaving the two sides, which seated ninety students able to be moved as the need arose. Dean Hopkins sent over an hour moving the chairs from one side to fill in the aisle on the other side. The girls would have one point of entry and have to file down the rows to obtain seating, but it served the purpose. No girl would sit on the side that gave them a view between his legs if he did any kicking, and the Dean had no doubt there would be substantial leg movement involved. He positioned the spanking chair six feet back from the podium, where it would stay. Normally the chair was placed where the podium was positioned, but in this case the chair would stay where he placed it. The Dean had misgivings about the event, but it was not his decision. In many ways he was glad not to be the one doing the spanking. Any situation where a teenager was spanked by their parents, was better than being spanked by him. In one final gesture in recognizing the change in the situation, the Dean placed his solid wood paddle beneath the chair. He had previously obtained permission to purchase the paddle for future use. It would be the first time the students would see it and perhaps view it in action. He wondered if Mrs. Rivers would bring her own paddle. He knew her hand would likely not be enough and he did not want anything unprepared.
With the assembly starting in fifteen minutes Daniel found himself and Maryanne following the Dean toward the auditorium. It had been decided Maryanne would stay on the stage behind the curtain. Daniel’s father would view the scene from the back of the auditorium. Daniel was wearing a long t-shirt that covered half of his butt cheeks. Before going on stage, he would strip off his sweatpants and place a large bath towel around his waist. When he was over his mom’s knee the towel would be removed and his t-shirt rolled up to the middle of his back, exposing his rear to his mom. When Daniel had found out it would be his mom doing the spanking he rebelled at first, but then thought better of it. If anyone felt sorry for him it would be his parents, and maybe he would get a less swats then from a complete stranger like Dean Hopkins.
Maryanne had been fielding questions from her classmates. Many of the girls knew Daniel and the impression was that he was on the cute side of things. Finding out Daniel volunteered to take the spanking, some of the girls set out to know him better, such a lad was worth at least a second look. Maryanne had sat with Daniel the day before trying to express the feelings of being spanked in front of an audience, but with a room full of girls and Daniel being male, things would be different. On seeing the seating arrangement, she was glad no girl would have a direct view up her brother’s legs as he kicked. Maryanne had seen her brother’s private parts when he had been spanked at home, but there was no reason to have his parts displayed to the entire school. She stood beside her mother as Daniel was changing and could tell her mom was determined to do the job as fairly as could be done.
Principal Flannery spoke first, clarifying the situation was due to drugs being found, and the guilty party was here to be punished by his mother. Once Dean Hopkins had taken his place at the podium, he stressed that Daniel was a good kid who made a mistake. Anyone acting without thinking as Daniel had done could find themselves in a bad situation. No one should think they were above getting themselves in trouble in the future. The Dean then introduced Mrs. Rivers, who stood for a minute viewing the auditorium before taking her place on the chair behind the podium. Dean Hopkins waited until she was seated and saw her place her purse and a paddle under the chair. Noticing it was made of plastic and had several holes drilled in it, he grimaced slightly as he knew such a paddle would sting very badly. He had the podium removed and signaled for Daniel, who had stood in full view of all the girls while the short speeches were happening, to go over to his mother.
Mrs. Rivers looked at her son. “Let’s get this over Daniel. I want you to loosen the knot on the towel and move it so when you bend over the knot is beside me. I will open the towel toward my feet. When we are finished, I will pull the towel up to cover you. You can hold it in place as you stand up. Before we leave the stage, we have to raise the towel for everyone to see your butt, but we should be able to maintain as much of your modesty at that point as we can.”
Daniel was trying to ignore all the girls sitting twenty feet away. He could have sworn many of them could see through the towel and were staring at his groin, but there was nothing he could do. It had occurred to him that being spanked by a beautiful girl around his age may be a great turn on in difference circumstances, but right now he had no sexual feelings at all. He went over his mom’s lap with as little as fuss as possible. For the first time in his life he thought that all those sessions at home bending over his mom’s knee had at least prepared him for that. He felt the towel come off and a cool breeze gave him goosebumps as his butt and his thighs were exposed to the air. He heard a slight murmur from the girls, but the Dean’s voice came across clearly that anyone caught talking or causing any disruption, would be in his office right after this was over. Daniel turned to face the back of the stage where Maryanne was standing. The siblings linked eyes for a brief moment and then Maryanne turned away, this was not something she wanted to watch. He felt his mom’s hand on his right butt cheek and spying the two paddles under the chair, he knew the next few minutes were going to be straight from hell.
Mrs. Rivers was no slouch when it came to spankings, and had no intention of taking it easy on her son. He had got Maryanne in trouble before and now he had done it again. She pushed the viewing audience out of her mind as best she could, concentrating on the butt cheeks presented on her lap. Soon they would not be the pale white colour they were at the moment. She raised her hand and brought it down on his left upper thigh, making Daniel jerk his head up and yelp quietly. She knew he expected her to mainly smack his butt, but she had no intention of making this what he expected. Her hand raised and fell three times in the same spot before moving over to his right upper thigh. It was not until she had delivered the first twelve slaps to his thighs that she started at the bottom of each of his butt cheeks and moved her slaps upward, a quarter inch at a time, before moving over to his other cheek. She could see her hand prints on many parts of his rear, and watched as the colour went from pale white, to pink and then almost to red before she finished the first complete round of his backside. She started over again on his upper thighs and repeated the hand spanking again.
Daniel was not expecting his mother to be easy on him, but when she slapped his upper thighs it was hard to take. His head jerked every time her hand landed. By the time she started slapping his butt cheeks he was close to tears as the added humiliation of having all the girls watching, making it hard to stay composed. His soft yelp when feeling getting the first slap had moved on to a louder vocal sound, one which he thought all the girls would hear, but in truth only his mom heard. When he felt the second round of hand slaps now pummelling his thighs, his vocals could be heard by the front row of girls and only increased in noise level from that point on. Up to then, he had held his feet on the floor, only raising one foot or the other as the pain increased, but now he could not help both his feet kicking in mid-air. He held his knees together and knew if he raised his feet too high his mom would position him over her one leg while placing her leg over the back of his knees. During a re-positioning his front may be exposed to the audience. That was the last thing he wanted, so Daniel made it a point to try to keep his feet low, at least while he could control them enough to do so.
Completing the second round of her hand slaps, Mrs. Rivers paused for a brief moment to look under the chair. “Daniel there are two paddles here. I am going to use the Dean’s paddle first. Then we will be switching to my new paddle that you will be getting acquainted with at home. In my purse, there is a rubber tie-down that is used to secure loads in the truck. Do you want me to use it to secure your legs now by having it over the back of your knees, or do you want to chance having me position you over my lap later on?”
Daniel could hardly believe his mom had come so prepared. He would later realize she had done so to protect his modesty, but at the time it was hard to comprehend. “Do what you think is the best Mom.” He realized when he answered that he was close to crying. He felt the rubber tie-down across the back of his knees as his mom secured each end to the chair leg. He would not have to worry about kicking as his movement was now limited by the tie-down. It seemed to him a long time, but it was barely over a minute before he felt the first smack of the wooden oak paddle crashing into his thighs and he let out a howl that was heard by everyone. His real spanking had begun, and there was no sense in begging her to stop. Begging only make her paddle all the longer.
Mrs. Rivers heard Daniel’s cry, but paid little attention to it. There was a long way to go before this was finished and he would be crying a lot harder before she finished. She liked the balance of the oak paddle in her hand and found it delivered a firm smack as she brought it down at the rate of forty times a minute. If her son was a couple of years younger she may have thought of getting a wooden paddle of her own, but with both children in college within a few years, the plastic one she had spent considerable time reviewing would do the job just fine. She noticed Daniel’s squirming on her lap so she pulled him in closer to her waist and tightened her grip on his hip. His hands were waving about in mid-air as he was crying freely at this point. She had no worries his hand would come back to cover his bum. He had been taught since an early age such action would earn him extra. She applied the paddle vigorously to his sit spot. She wanted him to remember this paddling, and the longer it took him to sit down comfortably, the longer he would remember.
The wood paddle brought a complete end to any control Daniel had. He was now like any young boy over his mother’s lap, and to most of the viewing audience it was not a pretty sight. His squirming, wiggling, bucking and loud crying was recognized by many of the girls who were watching as signs of anyone suffering from a good hard over the knee spanking. Many of the girls had parents who had at some time administered the same type of spanking, so the signs were easy to recognize. When his mom set the wooden paddle on the floor, Mrs. Rivers looked up at the girls in the audience and wonder what they must be thinking.
Maryanne was watching the audience as well, looking for signs that would indicate what kind of reaction she could expect over the next week. She noticed most of the girls were no longer getting a thrill out of hoping to see certain parts of Daniel for their viewing pleasure. Their faces showed they wished the spanking was over. Maryanne noted about ten girls were enjoying the spectacle set before them, observing those ones liked nothing better then to see others suffer. There would be such people in any crowd and from those few she knew crude and rude comments could be expected. Around the same number of girls were crying. Perhaps they knew her brother more than the others or whatever, they no longer wanted to watch at all. Maryanne looked at Dean Hopkins and even he seemed uncomfortable watching the actions on stage. Perhaps it was his first time he was watching, instead of the one doing the spanking. She noted her father had left the auditorium, no doubt embarrassed or perhaps just too emotional to see his son go through the process. Maryanne had distanced herself from what was happening, by concentrating on viewing the actions of others. It was her way of coping with things, and it barely kept her from bawling like a baby.
When the plastic paddle had struck him well over a dozen times Daniel went off to what some people call spank land. He was doing all the physical reactions expected, from bucking up and down on his mom’s lap, squirming, kicking rapidly as much as the tie-down would allow, waving his hands and bawling loudly, but his mind was no longer there. It was concentrating of dealing with the pain. Of course there was no way for him to stop anything. He would have to wait until his mother thought he had learned his lesson and then it would be over. He was no longer concerned with the girls in the audience seeing his face, or any part of his body for that matter. Whatever they saw seemed of so little concern under the circumstances that he did not give it a second thought. None of the girls caught sight of his groin area, but all the girls could catch glimpses of his face. His tears streaming down toward the already formed puddle on the floor, the slobber and mucus from his nose mixed together as he had no control over anything was not an attractive sight.
Mrs. Rivers knew it was almost time to end the paddling, but she had no intention of giving Dean Hopkins or anyone in the school administration the slightest indication they could say she had not done a good job. Holding Daniel over her lap was getting harder with every minute that passed, but she managed to tighten her grip and apply her new paddle once every few seconds to his butt, now alternating cheeks. She had counted every paddle stroke she had given and it was not until she reached the count of thirty from the plastic paddle that she slowed down, giving the last six smacks spaced longer apart. By the time she stopped to lecture him, he would have got thirty-six slaps from her hand and from each of the two paddles.
Mrs. Rivers stopped smacking him and paused while holding on to her paddle waiting for Daniel to settle down somewhat. She could feel the heat radiating from his backside, and she noticed there were areas of purple bruising mixed in with the red colour. She could also see the outline of the paddles where they had struck him. Wherever she could identify an edge of either of the paddle, a welt had arisen. When she thought he was capable of listening to her, she spoke loudly as she raised the paddle up to her shoulders. “Never touch drugs again! Is that clear!” Every word she spoke was emphasized by one smack from the paddle across his butt, causing him to howl every time. His mom did not expect Daniel to answer as his blubbering made speech impossible anyway. After Mrs. Rivers had completed her speech, she dropped the paddle and held him as he continued crying loudly while still moving vigorously on her knee. Her words had sunk into a lot of the girl’s heads, as they could imagine what could happen to themselves if caught with drugs.
Seeing the spanking was over, Dean Hopkins quickly put the podium back in place and addressed the students. “In this case since Daniel is not a student here, and his mother used a paddle to discipline him, I am forgoing any further part of his punishment. All students are dismissed and if anyone besides his direct family is found in this auditorium in the next thirty minutes that person will feel exactly what a paddle can do. This assembly is over. You may go back to your class and await the final dismissal bell.” He turned as the girls started leaving and caught a glimpse of Daniel’s bare bottom. It was not a view he wanted to see again as the welts and bruising caused by the extended spanking would clearly make sitting difficult for a number of days to come.
When the last girl had left the room, Mrs. Rivers helped her son to his feet. Wrapping the towel around him, she simply held him as he cried on her shoulder. After a minute, Maryanne came near holding his sweatpants and bent down to put them over his feet and up to his knees. It was a strain for him to bend enough to grab them and pull the pants all the way up under the towel, but he managed. Mr. Rivers appeared on stage and the family soon left the school. Needless to say, the ride home in the car was a painful one for Daniel even though he had a soft cushion to sit on.
Arriving home, Daniel spent an hour rubbing his bum trying to ease the pain. He thought about sitting in ice water, but any thought of sitting only made him want to stand up all the more. His parents felt bad for having to deliver such a harsh punishment, but they reminded Daniel that it was his actions that caused this whole event. Maryanne was more compassionate as she constantly hugged him, but at times she asked herself a question. Was she hugging him because of his pain, or was it because he had taken the punishment and she was off the hook? Daniel had no doubts his family still loved him, but two things were clear to him. If he ever was found with drugs again, the consequences would be worse than the one he suffered today. His parents would strap him long and hard, and since the police knew of his involvement this time, they would definitely press charges against him.
Daniel went to bed after taking several headache pills to at least partially kill the pain. He was asleep within a few minutes, glad things were over except for dealing with the pain. His parents offered no creams to help, it was a punishment spanking and he would have to endure as best he could. Maryanne checked on him several times, but he never woke up before she went to bed.
Maryanne went on to increase her marks in the two subjects enough to qualify for an additional two thousand dollars per year and left the school. None of the girls said anything rude about what had happened, as Dean Hopkins made clear that any student who did so, would be paddled. Dean Hopkins was given the responsibility to spank the boys allowed in the school next year, the girls would be spanked by the lady appointed as his assistant. Daniel’s first day back at his school was not fun to because of the teasing about being spanked and crying in front of all the girls. The teasing went on for a week, but all his friends knew that not one of them could have taken the spanking given by Mrs. Rivers any better than Daniel. By the second week he found some girls from his sister’s old school expressed an interest in him never shown before. He never wanted another public spanking, but if he could benefit from his first one, why not take advantage of it?


© Canadian Spankee 2016


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Three Bare Bottoms After School


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Author's Note: This story can be read by itself, but it's best enjoyed after reading  “Maryanne’s Public Spanking”(both parts) and Two Bare Bottoms at Assembly


Three Bare Bottoms After School

It had been a difficult work day for David Hopkins. Mr. Hopkins enjoyed an unusual position at Lee Christian Girl's High School (LCGHS). Thanks to his unique mix of training and skills, he served as both the school Nurse and as the school's Dean. His “Dean” duties, included spanking anywhere from one to three girls per typical school week.

But this morning had been memorable. Because two girls had been caught bringing marijuana cigarettes onto the campus for sale, school regulations had compelled him to give them both the school's most severe spanking, and to do it on stage in front of the entire student body! This was quite unprecedented in the history of the school, and Mr. Hopkins hoped that it would never happen again.
After spanking the two ringleaders, the school leaders had to decide how to deal with three other girls who had ordered marijuana cigarettes from the two.

School rules can't cover everything, so today the rules came up short. Since the girls had made their deal off-campus, and the “merchandise” had been seized from the first two girls before any could change hands, the three girls in question, Anna Caldwell, Becky Simmons and Camila Lopez hadn't actually broken any school rules. Still, leaving them “off the hook” was unthinkable.

So Dean Hopkins and Principal Flannery decided on a combination of counseling and parental action. Because LCGHS parents tend to be both supportive of the school and traditional in parenting style, the Principal could depend on the girl's parents to “do the right thing”.

Late that morning, Mr. Hopkins notified those three girls to report to the Principal's office. When they appeared, their faces betrayed that they knew why they were there. The Principal and Dean already had sufficient evidence to be sure of the girl's guilt, but still interviewed each girl individually to hear her side of the story. To their credit, once confronted with the evidence each girl acknowledged her guilt.

In a session with each girl, they stressed just how close she had come to a public bare-bottom punishment, before placing a speakerphone call to the girl's parent. Each parent was naturally shocked at his/her daughter's misbehavior, but naturally wanted assurances that their daughter was truly guilty. Here the speakerphone came in handy, because each girl confessed.

Finally, the three were sent back to class, to stew about what punishment to expect from their outraged parents after school. Now both the Principal and Dean assumed that the matter was over for them, except possibly for hearing back from the parents regarding the girl's punishment. For Dean Hopkins however, it wasn't to be.

That afternoon, Mr. Hopkins fielded calls from all the concerned parents. Each understandably craved reassurance that their daughter was truly guilty, and each also asked who else was involved. Mr. Hopkins explained that although three “buyers” had been caught, but wasn't allowed to disclose names. Also, he suggested that they discreetly check their daughter's bedrooms for evidence of drug activity.

Soon he received distraught calls from two of the mothers. Anna's mother had found a baggy with a bit of leafy material that she assumed was marijuana, along with a mostly-full book of cigarette paper and a lighter. Fortunately, after literally sniffing around, she found no evidence that her daughter was a regular user. More likely, Anna had obtained a small amount as a lark, and had been caught trying to buy more. Becky's mother found much the same; a full book of cigarette papers but no marijuana. Apparently Becky was a bit behind Anna in her experimentation!

No incriminating evidence was found in Camila's bedroom, although she was clearly guilty.

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On reflection, Mr. Hopkins wasn't surprised that those particular girls had been involved in this incident.

Although he wished otherwise, every high school has a social pecking order. He had learned that there were three basic types of students. There were the “popular” students atop the social order. These students rarely were disciplinary problems, because they needn't take risks.
Similarly, most students at the bottom of the pecking order simply didn't care, because they had other interests. These were the musicians, science geeks, and other types.

The ones who caused disciplinary problems were typically those who Mr. Hopkins thought of as “social climbers”. These types take risks in an attempt to “look cool” or to otherwise appeal to the “popular” students. These three girls were definitely social climbers.

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LCGHS parents had an unofficial “jungle telegraph” network, so the three girl's parents easily found each other and organized a group punishment for their girls. It would happen after school at the Caldwell residence.

Dean Hopkins received a call from Anna's mother, Rose Caldwell. She explained that the other two girls and their parents would all be gathering at her house. Details were still under discussion, but there would definitely be punishments for all three girls. Mr. Hopkins listened with approval, but also thinking that this had little to do with him. But that was to change!

Later, Mrs Caldwell called again, “Could you please come this evening? We plan to have all the parents involved in the punishments, but unfortunately Camila has no father. We wanted you there anyhow, but we especially need a stand-in for Camila's father.”

He tried to demur, explaining that his hand was sore from spanking the two girls who had tried to become drug dealers, and that the school management might disapprove of him attending since this wasn't official school business.

But Rose had that all worked out, “I’ve already cleared it with the school Chairman and with Principal Flannery. Naturally you would attend unofficially. Please bring your nice wife, and plan to have supper with us. And oh yes, you will be using a hairbrush, so that shouldn't hurt your hand.”
Before accepting he checked with Principal Flannery, and was indeed strongly encouraged to attend the punishment session.

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So early that evening, Mr Hopkins and his beautiful wife knocked on the Caldwell's door. The Caldwells were easily the richest parents in the school, and their large house made it the logical venue for a group punishment. Important school donors, the Caldwells insisted that their children receive no special privileges, and were known as strict parents.

The door opened, and they were greeted by a distinctly glum looking Anna Caldwell, who wore her school uniform and a deep blush. Although obviously answering the unwillingly, she politely greeted Mr and Mrs Hopkins. As she turned to lead them into the living room, the reason for her blush became obvious. Anna's skirt had been pinned up at the back and sides in a manner which was familiar to the Dean, leaving her modest white panties in full view. Unused to such sights, Mrs. Hopkins went bugeyed.

In the living room they were met by the three mothers, Rose Caldwell, Ann Simmons, and Martina Lopez. Anna resumed her place next to Becky and Camilia who both faced a wall with the backs of their school skirts pinned up high, displaying their panty-covered bottoms.

Rose Caldwell was an imposing woman, a tireless champion of the school, and a natural leader. After briefly embracing Mrs Hopkins, she took the Dean's hand to apologize for her daughter's actions and to thank him for coming. The other two mothers echoed the sentiments.

Then Rose spoke commandingly to the three girls, “Us adults must discuss your punishments. Go upstairs to Anna's room. Everybody use the bathroom and then wait quietly. Expect to be called down for your punishments shortly.”

The three mumbled “Yes ma'am” and then trooped from the room.

Over coffee the adults huddled. First they brought Mr. Hopkins up to speed on the evening's events.
He learned that the three girls and their siblings had all eaten supper. The siblings, all younger, had been told what their big sisters had done, and about their coming punishments. And then they had been sent downstairs to a game room. They would overhear the punishments, but wouldn't see.
Mr. Caldwell, Anna's father, had arrived from work and would soon join them. Just then George Simmons, Becky's father, arrived.

Now that all seven adults were finally together, they quickly agreed on the few remaining details of the girl's punishments. First, each mother would hand spank her daughter. Then the girl's bottoms would be allowed to simmer whilst the adults ate supper. After supper, the men would administer final punishments. First Ronald Caldwell would strap his daughter Anna, who had been caught with a bit of marijuana, and then George Simmons would spank his daughter with a hairbrush. Finally, Dean Hopkins would stand in to spank the fatherless Camila with that same hairbrush.

There was a short break, which allowed Dean Hopkins a moment with Camila's mother, Martina, to hear her expectations for Camila's punishment. The lady was clear, “Please give my daughter a memorable spanking. Leave marks that she will feel for several days.”

Brazilian born, Martina had attended college in the USA, where she met the Latino man who fathered Camila before tragically dying. Martina's English was excellent, but retained a charming Spanish flavor. She was olive skinned, with a tiny waist and a jutting bottom that Mr. Hopkins privately (and discreetly) found tantalizing. Secretly, he thought of her as the “Brazilian bombshell” and often mentally pictured her modeling tiny bathing suits on a Brazilian beach.

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Once the adults had decided on the few remaining details, Rose Caldwell summoned the three girls back downstairs, and told them to line up along the wall facing the adults. In her best no-nonsense voice, she warned the girls, “Your punishment starts momentarily. As you know, it will be bare bottom. Only your bottoms will be exposed, and we will angle your spankings for modesty. However, that's only if you cooperate and show a good attitude. Anything less, and we will make your punishment more embarrassing. Got it?”

Three girls nodded.

“Okay then,” Rose said, “Let's begin so this unfortunate business can be over.”
And then, in her best “drill sergeant” voice, Rose commanded, “Girls, turn and face the wall!”
They obeyed, putting three panty-covered bottoms on display.

“Stick your thumbs inside your panty waistbands.”

She watched closely, ensuring everybody obeyed.

“Okay girls, push them down to your knees.”

Reluctantly, they obeyed. Three bare bottoms came into view. Sitting behind the fathers, Dean Hopkins noted that both of them had turned their eyes away from the sight.

“Girls, push right down and then step out. Leave them on the floor for now.”

As the girls obeyed, Rose slid an armless chair to the middle of the floor. Then came her next order, “Anna pick up your panties and bring them here.”

Anna gulped, then obeyed, meeting her mother at the chair and surrendering her panties. Rose pocketed them, and then pointed to the adults seated in the room, “Face these people. Tell them what you did and what punishment you will receive.”

Actually, Anna wasn't totally unhappy to be facing her audience. Her skirt was pinned high at her back and sides, but hung down like an apron in front. She blushed, and then spoke haltingly. “I...I bought a “dime bag” of marijuana from a boy. It was barely enough for one cigarette, but then I spilled it and couldn't even make that. So when I heard that two girls planned to sell joints at school I ordered some. I'm sorry, I know now it was a stupid thing to do.”

Rose prompted her to continue, so Anna choked out, “Mommy will spank me now. Later daddy will use the b-b-belt. I'm...I'm really sorry!”

Anna knew the routine, so she laid across her mother's lap and firmly grabbed the chair legs. Since Rose's knees were pointed at the onlookers, they had only a sideways view of Anna's rump, a positioning calculated to preserve Anna's modesty. This detail had been decided only moments ago.
Without panties and with her skirt pinned up, her entire nether area was exposed for correction. Rose wasted no time. Soon the room filled with spanking sounds.

Dean Hopkins watched Rose's technique with professional interest. She started with mild spanks that barely made Anna squirm, but gradually added color to her bottom and to the backs of her upper legs. Perhaps Rose was a believer in “warm up” spankings, or perhaps she was allowing Anna a face-saving delay before her inevitable breakdown. Way sooner than Anna would have liked, Rose “dialed up the heat”. Like Rose, Anna was a large girl, so these spanks made her buttocks bob and wobble impressively. Anna uttered her first involuntary noises, mere grunts and gasps.

The Dean took a moment to notice others in the room. Becky and Camila's mothers watched raptly, Mr. Caldwell dutifully watched his daughter's spanking, but Mr. Simmons purposely avoided laying his eyes on the exposed flesh of another person's daughter. He stared at the window, although it was tightly curtained!

Finally Rose “pulled out the stops”, covering the target area with hard and fast spanks. Anna responded loudly and vigorously, fluttering her feet and bawling without reservation. Despite her apparent distress, Dean Hopkins noted that Anna still gripped the chair legs. Obviously this girl was no stranger to the parental lap.

Rose spanked her daughter's buttocks, sit-spots and thighs to a nice even red hue, and then finally paused. After allowing Anna's cries to wind down, she briefly reminded her of the reason for her punishment, and then ordered, “open your thighs Anna, and keep them open!”

Anna protested, but it was more of a whine than a serious beg. Anna knew that once her parents chose a punishment, begging could only make things worse!

So, thankful that her bottom wasn't directly facing the audience, Anna reluctantly opened her thighs for what would be her most-hated part of this spanking. And then she wailed as her mother implacably spanked her tender inner thighs pink. Since her father wouldn't target this area with the strap, Rose saw no reason to tread lightly.

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Dean Hopkins had never intentionally spanked a girl's inner thighs, and didn't intend to start because that seemed too intimate for a school setting. Still, he watched with professional interest. He noticed Becky and Camila's mothers both watched closely and then quietly conversed. He correctly guessed that they would try this on their own daughters.

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Meanwhile, since they were facing the wall, Becky and Camila couldn't see Anna's spanking, but could hear every scintilla of it! In their individual ways, both girls were sad. Becky was truly regretful for disappointing her parents, whilst Camila castigated herself for getting caught!

Because Becky was Anna's close friend, she knew what was happening to Anna's thighs! Anna had confided that her mother did this, how it hurts, and how much she hated it. Not wanting to give her mother ideas, Becky had carefully kept that information to herself! Unfortunately, her mother was now watching a thigh-spanking demonstration, and would soon have an opportunity to try it herself.

Becky's buttocks cringed at the thought.

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After spanking her daughter's inner thighs smoking hot, Rose ordered Anna to close her thighs. Anna obeyed with mixed feelings. She knew this would signal this spanking's “grand finale”.

Sure enough, Rose peppered Anna's entire bottom with a flurry of rapid and hard spanks landing seemingly randomly over her bottom, sit spots and thighs. Anna shrieked, but by now was too exhausted to do more than kick feebly and squirm. Fortunately for her, that last assault was brief. Unfortunately though, this spanking represented only the start of Anna's punishment!

Wasting little time (since there were more girls to spank) Rose helped her daughter to her feet, favored her with a lingering hug, and then led the blubbering girl back next to her two cohorts facing the wall. That made for an interesting tableau, one bright red female bottom next to two untouched ones. Anna pranced in place, imparting a kinetic aspect to her bottom.

Rose looked at her daughter with satisfaction, and then turned towards the group, “Mrs Simmons, would you like to go next?”

In answer, Ann Simmons stood and ordered, “Becky, bring me your panties.”

Shaky kneed, Becky obeyed. Ann pocketed the panties, and then made Becky face the group to explain why she deserved punishment. Through her tears and nerves, she choked out a confession. And then she went over her mother's lap. Like Anna before her, Becky's bare bottom was modestly sideways to the onlookers.

Ann wasted no time!

Becky's bottom was smaller than Anna's, although still shapely. Perhaps the smaller size is why it reddened quicker than Anna's had. Interestingly, Becky managed to remain stoic longer than Anna had. She crossed and uncrossed her legs repeatedly as she absorbed the first few dozen spanks, and her knuckles whitened from gripping the chair legs. Inevitably she succumbed, bawling, begging, and squalling.

Several minutes into her spanking, Becky heard the feared order, “Open your thighs and keep them open!”

Reluctantly, for the first time ever, Becky exposed her tender inner thighs for her mother's corporal attention. Again, Ann went to work! As sting flared in places that it never had before, Becky wailed even louder than Anna had. Twice Becky interrupted this part by reflexively slamming her thighs closed, but each time she obediently re-opened them when ordered to. Finally, Ann allowed Becky to close her thighs. After a final two minutes of all-over spanks whilst Becky bawled, kicked and attempted to twist, Ann suddenly stopped.

Ann looked at her husband, who nodded his approval. So the first part of Becky's punishment was officially complete. Ann helped her livid-bottomed daughter up, hugged her, and led the bawling, prancing girl back to the wall.

Now there were two spanked bottoms.

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Without being ordered, Camila picked up her panties and then turned to look sadly, yet expectantly, at her mother. Martina stood, and then motioned her daughter to the spanking chair.

As with most of her friends, Camila was no stranger to the maternal lap. The difference was that Camila's spankings were mostly token events. Perhaps because there was no male figure in her life, Camila successfully manipulated her mother. Often she talked her way out of punishments altogether. But when she did get spanked, she played “drama queen”. Unfortunately, her mother usually bought her act, ending a spanking with a barely pink bottom.

However, things didn't look good for Camila today. Earlier she had failed to talk her mother out of this punishment session. Now Martina had just witnessed two proper spankings, and felt duty bound to emulate them with her own daughter.

So after prompting her daughter to confess to the group why she deserved punishment, a determined Martina took her across her lap. Camila's shapely young bottom was sideways to the group, same as the other girls. Like the mothers before her, Martina quickly started the spanking. Almost immediately, Camila shrieked, kicked and carried on as if in mortal pain. Martina's lips simply tightened as she gamely held her struggling daughter tighter and spanked harder and faster. Soon the girl's bottom and thighs began to color.

Finally, the spanking began to overwhelm Camila's defenses like no spanking had done in several years. Frantic, she momentarily forgot where she was. Momentarily abandoning her fake tears, she exclaimed in her most sarcastic voice, “Mu...ther, haven't you spanked me quite enough?”

Martina looked at her daughter in open-mouthed astonishment! She stopped the spanking, grabbed Camila's arm, and helped her to her feet. There was a momentary look of triumph on the girl's face until she saw the anger and determination etched on her mother's glare. In order to look good in comparison to them, Camila had planned to emulate Anna and Becky's brave behavior, but under punishment she had “reverted to type”. Instantly the girl apologized for her outburst, but that didn't save her!

Martina's Spanish accent thickened as she scolded, “Young lady that's quite enough! And no, I haven't spanked you nearly enough, and I'm not talking about just today either! I see now that I've been letting you off too lightly.”

She continued, “We warned you about plans for girls who didn't show the proper attitude or didn't cooperate, so now you'll learn about them.”

Deliberately, she turned the spanking chair ninety degrees, sat back down, and then guided Camila back to her right hip, leaving her bare bottom facing the group. “Young lady, you've lost the privilege of protecting your modesty. You'll take the rest of your spanking obediently and respectfully, or we take the next step, which will be to relieve you of your skirt.”

Camila's skirt, pinned up at the rear and sides, protected her frontal modesty, so she definitely wanted to keep it! “I'm sorry mommy. I'll cooperate, honest I will!”

So Camila went back over her mother's lap, with her pink bottom facing the group. However, unknown to her, by prior arrangement the men faced away. They wouldn't view what Camila would soon display.

At her mother's order, the girl put her right hand behind her. Martina firmly gripped the offered wrist, firmly restrained her daughter's slim torso, and then resumed the spanking; hard and fast! Camila bucked, kicked, bawled out an incoherent apology, and then dissolved into tears, genuine tears this time. With determination, Martina ignored all and continued until her daughter's bottom, from the top of her nether divide, down to her upper thighs had been spanked to a dark patina.

Camila had listened to the two spankings before hers, so the command to open her thighs came as a horror, but no surprise. By now, the girl had no thoughts of modesty. So her reluctance was based mainly on fear. But still, she obeyed. Martina had to repeat the command only twice until she was satisfied that the girl had sufficiently exposed her thighs.

And then Camila screamed as her tender inner thighs received their first taste of a maternal punishing hand. As this happened, she displayed her most feminine secrets, but the males weren't looking and the females were interested mostly in Martina's spanking technique, which was excellent!

With that inner area finally roasted, Martina shifted back to the summits of Camila's firm mounds for a parting flurry of spanks.

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Shortly thereafter, three sad spanked girls facied that wall. Their preliminary spankings done, they now faced the final acts of this disciplinary gathering. But first, there would be a break for the adult's supper. The girls and their siblings had eaten earlier, so now it was the adults turn to eat.
Except for a quick bathroom trip, Anna, Becky and Camila faced that wall during the entire supper break.

Rose had prepared a simple meal, a huge bowl of salad and hearty sandwich makings. The adults built sandwiches, filled their salad plates, and then sat around the table. Rose poured coffee and then sat down to talk. Pointedly avoiding talk of drugs, the girls, or punishment, the center of attention naturally gravitated to getting acquainted with Claudia, Dean Hopkins wife. Previously, the others had only met her in passing. They found Claudia charming and interesting, and approvingly noticed that her and Mr. Hopkins seemed totally in love.

Soon it was time to direct their attentions back to their three errant girls!

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The adults resumed their previous seats in the living room, except for Ronald Caldwell, who firmly called Anna to the spanking chair. A short question-and-answer session followed.

“What happens now Anna, and why will to happen?”

Her tears flowed, “I brought illegal drugs home, and then ordered more. So you're going to whip me with your belt. I'm really-really sorry daddy and I'll never touch drugs again!”

“When was your last whipping, and why did you deserve it?”

Her face already red, she managed to blush even more, “Two years ago daddy, I was fourteen.”
Reluctantly she continued, “It was for shoplifting.”

“Back then,” he said, “I hoped that would be your first and the last whipping ever. Now I hope this is the last.”

His belt made that certain unforgettable sound as he drew it from the loops. Anna folded and started blubbering. He positioned her bent over the front of the chair, her hands gripping the seat edges. As before, she was modestly sideways to the group. Her skirt, pinned up high, was out of the way, and this position presented her bare tush perfectly.

He wrapped the belt carefully to shorten it, leaving a single tail hanging. Twice he measured it against her right buttock. At each touch of the leather, Anna flinched. Finally sure of his aim, Ronald raised the belt and let fly. The “crack” of leather striking taut female flesh rang through the house.

Downstairs, the siblings stopped their games and stared at each other wide-eyed.

Anna shrieked, jumped up, and reached for her stinging buttock. Instantly realizing her mistake, she looked apologetically at her father before slowly re-assuming her vulnerable position. Again Ronald slammed the belt into Anna's right buttock, and again she shrieked and jumped up, neatly twisting from under her father's restraining hand.

Poor Anna was frustrated, frightened, and more. She wanted to cooperate with her whipping, but couldn't. That belt simply overwhelmed her defenses. Tears streaming, she turned to her father, “I'm sorry daddy! I'm really trying! Last time mommy held me down. Can she do that again?

Realizing that his daughter really wanted to cooperate, Richard summoned Rose. Rose sat in the spanking chair, positioned Anna in front of her, and then bid the girl to bend over, where she held her in a sort of corporal embrace. Rose firmly gripped Anna's upper arms, leaving her head nearly in her mother's lap, and her bottom nicely presented. Rose nodded at Richard, who delivered another blow to that fiercely-stinging right buttock. Anna shrieked, bawled and pranced, but successfully stayed in place.

His face registering a mixture of sadness and determination, Richard quickly completed the strapping of his daughter. When done, she sported four uniform welts on each buttock, two on each feminine thigh, and two on each “sit spot”. Both parents hugged the blubbering girl, and then Rose escorted her back to the wall to display her striped bottom until the end of the proceedings.

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Next George Simmons stood and called his daughter Becky to the spanking chair. Rose had provided a suitable hairbrush, which George brandished. He first questioned her to ensure her mind was on the lesson that he intended to convey. Without further ceremony, he pulled her across his lap, adjusted her position, and then utilized that hairbrush.

Although he had earlier copied the two fathers in avoiding the sight of the girl's bare bottoms, Dean Hopkins closely watched this particular spanking. In just a few minutes he would be expected to emulate it, although he had never used a hairbrush or paddle before.

Earlier, the Dean had talked with George Simmons, confessing his inexperience with a hairbrush requesting pointers. George described the all-important “wrist snap”, before adding, “Watch what I do with Becky. The hairbrush multiplies your strength so don't spank with full force. Concentrate on the sound that the hairbrush makes on Becky's bottom. When you're spanking Camila, match that sound and give her approximately the same number of spanks.”

So the Dean took that advice, paying close attention as George spanked Becky. The girl shrieked, kicked and bucked as her father efficiently spanked every smidgen of Becky's firm bottom. Clearly, Becky would wear painful brush marks for the next several days!

When it was over, George helped Becky to her feet, favored the sobbing girl with a hug, and then guided the unsteady girl back to face the wall.

And then George nodded significantly to Dean Hopkins before returning to his seat. He left the three girls facing the wall, two with bottoms darker than the third. But that was a temporary situation!

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“Dean” David Hopkins squeezed his wife's hand and gave her a quick kiss before standing and striding to the spanking chair, where George had helpfully left the hairbrush. After exchanging a quick glance with Camila's mother, he called the girl to him.

Her mind clogged with a potent stew of emotions, she obeyed.

First he led Camila through the usual confession of her crime and a discussion of the lesson connected with her imminent punishment. Skilled in dealing with girls of Camila's age, he noted that she parroted the proper words, but without conviction. He had seen that behavior before in girls, but knew that a bit of extra sting in their bottoms normally restored them to the proper attitude. So he did the obvious, he ordered the girl across his lap. With a sob, she obeyed.

Camila noticed appreciatively that the Dean hadn't rotated the spanking chair, so her bottom was again sideways to the onlookers.

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Naturally, without panties and with her skirt pinned up, there was no need to adjust clothing. But now, with Camila's bare bottom mooning up at him, David confronted an uncomfortable truth; it was delectable! In fact, Camila was clearly her mother's child. He had always thought of Camila's mother, Martina, as a “Brazilian bombshell”, and had unobtrusively ogled her protruding bottom at every opportunity. But now he saw a younger and somewhat trimmer version of that same bottom, in the bare! It was pink from her earlier spanking, and its reflexive clenching betrayed Camila's nerves.
This was a guilty problem for the Dean because he valued the ethics of both the educational and medical worlds. So to him, underage girls weren't sexual objects!

Yet here was a girl across his lap in need of correction. So he forced himself to concentrate on business so that this could be over and he could return to the safe guilt-free intimacy of his wife.
He hefted the hairbrush and briefly admired the burl hardwood. Finally, hoping that he didn't screw up his very first hairbrush spanking, he raised the brush and let fly. Remembering his earlier instructions from George, the Dean's first swats were conservative as he perfected his “wrist snap” and concentrated on the sound of hardwood impacting firm female flesh. But then he gradually increased his force until he was rewarded with the correct sound, “slap, slap. Clap, clap. Pop, pop. SNAP, SNAP!” Camila was briefly encouraged by those first exploratory spanks, but immediately and loudly reacted when the Dean landed his first proper swats.

Quickly gaining confidence, he spanked in a “left-right” pattern, as he watched those firm buttocks ripple, briefly flatten, and then bobble back into shape after each spank.

Motivated more by peer pressure than contrition for her “crime”, Camila at first held the chair legs white-knuckle tight as she shrilly bellowed out her pain. But gradually reason left her, replaced by a desperation to end the mighty and growing sting in her bottom. Finally, unbidden, her right hand drifted back to ward off the stinging blows. Expecting that move, he simply moved his target area down. The frantic girl tried vainly to make her arm longer, but that errant hand waved ineffectually as the Dean peppered her thighs beyond her reach. He didn't spank quite as hard in this thinly-cushioned area, so her shrieks overpowered the “Snaps” of the hairbrush striking her taut skin. She probably didn't realize that her legs were waving and splaying, offering the hairbrush new areas to painfully visit.

Only when he had completed her thighs did the Dean casually intercept and immobilize that wandering hand. And then, to her distress, he started on her “sit-spots”.

By the time he had completed those “sit-spots”, Camila was nearly exhausted. But the Dean was still fresh, and his hand didn't hurt! This was the easiest spanking ever! He was quickly developing a love for the hairbrush, and definitely intended to introduce it at school.

The job nearly done, he paused to critically inspect his work. It was nearly perfect! After one last all-over flurry of spanks, he released the girl, leaving her bottom deep red and mottled. After a suitable pause, he helped the stricken girl to her feet. Characteristically, he didn't hug. Instead, he motioned for Martina to take charge. Martina tenderly hugged her daughter before leading her back to the wall.

So finally all three girls had been properly punished! The mothers unpinned the girl's skirts, but nobody mentioned panties. Finally each mother gave her daughter a forgiving hug.

If nothing else, Dean Hopkins was expert at reading girl's attitudes. From their body language and their words, he knew that Becky and Anna had learned their lessons tonight. Never again would they touch illegal drugs. At least, not during their high school years.

But Camila was different. Written on her face was relief that her punishment was over, but no contrition. This was the face of a girl who had lost one skirmish, but hadn't conceded defeat. Instinctively, Dean Hopkins knew that Camila would bear watching. He also guessed that he hadn't seen the last of her bottom.

He had a rogue thought, “That's not all bad”.

It had been a long day for the Dean! With mixed emotions bubbling inside his head, a bemused David Hopkins took his cherished wife's hand, said his goodbyes to the group, accepted their thanks for his help, and called it a day.


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