Marbury Plains

  She halted for a moment, frozen in her anxiety. The scene before her conveyed a clear message: she was going to be spanked with the paddle until she cried, and it appeared that she would be expected to do a lot of crying.

  Lily walked slowly toward the desk, picked up the paddle and handed it to Martin. She then wagged a finger toward Helen and tapped the pillow with her other hand. With tiny steps, Helen slowly made her way to stand next to Lily at the end of the desk. Lily pointed toward the floor. “Please take off your shoes and your jacket.”

  The anxious young woman did as instructed, not understanding that the removal of her shoes was meant to have the effect of simply making her shorter. Helen slid them off, and Lily moved them aside, then she took the jacket and placed it over Martin’s chair. That was when Martin and Lily traded places, as she walked to stand to the side of the desk to watch, and he took his place on the other side, to Helen’s left. He removed his own suit coat, placed it over the chair next to Helen’s, and then placed the paddle on the desk as he made the rolling up of his right sleeve into a dramatic and tension inducing activity.

  Lily spoke up once more. “Oh, Helen. You need to take off your glasses. It will make it easier for you to wipe your tears.” Helen slowly removed her glasses and handed them to Lily. “Also, we don’t want them falling off of you when Dr. Simpson gives you a good hard whack.”

  Helen closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh… my… gosh!”

  Martin picked up the paddle, and Lily then pointed at the pillow. Still in silence, Lily placed her hand in the middle of Helen’s back and began to press her forward to bend over the pillow. Helen held her breath in anxiety and embarrassment as she bent over, knowing that when she was in place, the short yellow skirt was just going to be covering her bottom. In addition, she could barely rest the soles of her feet on the floor.

  She also knew that with her bottom elevated in that manner, the paddle was going to be striking her on the lowest part of her bottom, right where she sat down. She knew that all these elaborate preparations meant that she was in for a memorable punishment.

  She gasped when she felt Martin press the paddle against her upturned bottom and his deep, slow voice filled the room. “Helen, I’m going to make sure that you understand the consequences of breaking the rules very clearly, do you understand?”

  A trembling voice responded, “Yes, sir.”

  Martin and Lily could hear Helen whimper as the paddle slid slowly back and forth across her bottom several times. And then, with lightning speed, Martin drew the paddle away and brought it back with a loud WHACK! To their surprise, there was no verbal response from Helen, although they did see her ball her hands into fists and press her forehead down upon them.

  Once again, the paddle was slowly moving back and forth across her now stinging bottom. Martin looked over at Lily, and she gave him a thumbs-up signal before he spoke to Helen once more. “Any comments on your first smack, Helen?”

  A halting voice finally responded: “It… really… stings.”

  “But Helen, you must not have been afraid of being paddled, since you brought marijuana to the campus.”

  The same halting voice answered: “I-I… thought I wouldn’t get…”

  Martin began to tap the paddle against her bottom. “You didn’t think you would get caught or paddled?”

  “Either… either one.” “

  Martin pressed the paddle against her. “Well, you were wrong. You did get caught. And now, you’re getting paddled.” In one quick move, the paddle was again drawn away and returned with a nerve rattling WHACK! But once again, although she began to dance up and down on her tiptoes, Helen did not utter a sound.

  Lily could tell that Helen was not being paddled with nearly as much force as had been applied to Polly during her paddling. Lily leaned down close to Helen’s ear. “Anything feeling warm?”

  Helen turned slowly and looked at her and nodded. “Is it ever!”

  Lily stood up and turned toward Martin. “I think that Helen is beginning to appreciate what it means to get paddled. I think it’s time for another.”

  There were several taps, then Helen could hear a rush of air before… WHACK! However, this time the landing of the paddle was immediately followed by a cry of “Ooowwhhoo!”

  Once again, Helen felt the paddle being shuffled back and forth across her stinging bottom, and heard Martin’s intimidating and slow words. “Helen, I want you to tell me which of your smacks hurt the most so far.”

  A trembling voice struggled to respond, “It was… I know it was the last one.”

  The paddle continued its silent movements. “And why do you think the third one hurt the most?”

  “Be-because… I had already been smacked two times before it, and my bottom was already sore.”

  “So, Helen, I want you to tell me what that means.”

  Helen’s voice began to quiver. “It means that every smack is going to be more painful.”

  Now the paddle was moving across her bottom in a circular motion. “And, Helen. Have any of them hurt more than you deserved for them to hurt?”

  A deep breath preceded her answer. “No, sir.”

  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Suddenly each swat of the paddle was resulting in a verbal, though muted, expression of pain. Still, Martin was taking care to administer solid and stinging smacks that were also restrained enough to allow for more to be given.

  Lily leaned down to speak to her once again. “Do you think you’re being punished unfairly for what you did?”

  Helen turned toward Lily, but looked downward and slowly shook her head. “Not… at… all.” Lily was surprised to see a meek smile follow her response.

  Lily glanced toward Martin, and he nodded to indicate that he had heard the exchange. The board shuffled across her sore red behind several more times before… WHACK! This time, they heard Helen suck in her breath in response.

  Once again there was tense silence as Lily felt the paddle being brushed back and forth against the now very sensitive flesh, and that was when she felt both frightened and reassured when she felt Lily pat her on the shoulder before she addressed the principal. “Dr. Simpson, I believe it would be in Helen’s best interests to make sure that she receives the full benefit of the correction the paddle has to offer. If I may…”

  Helen held her breath and closed her eyes as she saw Lily begin to move toward the end of the desk, and the meaning of it was immediately clear to her. “Oh no!”

  She bit her lower lip and felt her face flush in further embarrassment when Lily took hold of the hem of her skirt and shuffled the minimal garment up onto her lower back. She was not looking in the mirror, but she knew that her face had turned a deep shade of crimson.

  Lily then returned to stand closer to where Lily’s head rested on the desk, and she leaned down to speak to her once more. “I hope you understand, Helen. It increases the sting a little bit.”

  As Helen now felt the paddle once again cruising across her bottom, she could feel the outline of some of the holes in the board, and she turned and glanced at Lily. “Ms. Mercer, I’ve had a good spanking coming for a long time.” In spite of her pain she managed a smile. “I think that Dr. Simpson needs to send an extra bill to my father for doing this.”

  Lily patted her on the shoulder again. “I’m glad you feel that way, because getting that skirt out of the way is just one of our means of making your paddling better. The other, as you’re going to find out in a moment, is for Dr. Simpson to simply whack you harder.” Lily stood up and spoke in a slow but firm voice to Martin, “Dr. Simpson, I recommend that you now give Helen a taste of what her next paddling will be like if she breaks the rules again.”

  They could see Helen tense her muscles, but bent over as she was, there was little she could do to prepare herself when the next strike of the paddle resounded in the room with a loud WHAM! Helen cried out with a squeal, but she was immediately the recipient of another smack of similar force.

  The paddling wa
s taking her breath away, and she was in a panic when her punishment concluded with… WHAM! WHAM!

  Only the last two cracks were given with the same force as most of those that had been received by Polly. But as Lily helped the freely crying Helen to stand up, there was little doubt in any of their minds that the point had been made once again that the new principal at Marbury Plains Preparatory School was no soft touch.

  Martin and Lily spoke with Helen for a while to help get her settled down as she continued to wipe tears and blow her nose. When she was finally able to breathe normally and get her crying under control, Helen took Martin by surprise by extending her hand. “I think there was an old saying, one that went something like… ‘Thanks, I needed that.’ Well, I guess that’s how I feel right now. Too bad it didn’t happen to me a long time ago, but I guess getting what you need a little late is better than never getting it at all. And, Dr. Simpson, I really got it today. And I can’t thank you enough.”

  Martin really didn’t know what to say, but he could hardly contain himself when, as she was leaving the office, Helen turned to Lily. “Better not get him too mad at you.” Then for emphasis, she reached back and rubbed her bottom as she exited.

  Martin turned to look at Lily, who was standing with her arms crossed and her fingertips across her lips to stifle her laughter. Martin held up the paddle and shook it at her, then with a menacing growl, threatened: “You know, this thing is not age restricted.”

  Lily placed her hands on her bottom and responded with a sultry “Ooohh,” as Martin walked past her and back into his office.

  *

  Once again, a month went by without the paddle having to be used. Martin joked to Cecilia that he felt like he had a normal principal’s job.

  And during that same month, Martin and Lily were going out at least once every weekend, but still wanting to take it slow and leaving the work nights for other things. They found that they mainly liked to go out to restaurants, for it seemed to give them the best opportunity to enhance the relationship that seemed to be rapidly deepening. Still, aside from some kissing and hugging on the sofa, they had held deeper physical involvement at bay.

  They very much liked the first restaurant they had visited together, so the next time their Saturday date night came around, they chose it once more. And when Martin arrived to pick Lily up at her apartment, he was quite happy to see that she was wearing the same short little black dress she had worn the first time they had gone out.

  As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, it appeared that time was starting to fly by them. It seemed that they had just ordered, when their meal arrived, and as they lingered over their dessert, it was if somebody had speeded up their watches.

  They went back to Lily’s apartment, and she poured them each a glass of wine that they carried to her sofa as they kicked off their shoes and relaxed. They made small talk, but soon they were paying little attention to the wine that was left neglected on the coffee table.

  They spent several minutes simply kissing and laughing, Lily paying less attention to what was happening with the little black dress with each kiss and every squirm and snuggle. Finally, she realized that the hem was nearly up to her bottom, and while still kissing, she began to giggle as she struggled to pull it down. “I suppose that you don’t object to what this dress is doing to me. It seems to have a mind of its own.”

  Martin murmured, “It’s okay. I think you have wonderful legs. I have absolutely no aversion to seeing more of them.”

  As they continued to kiss, Lily began to giggle. “Really? I am so surprised to hear you say that.”

  They caressed and kissed some more, and Martin’s hands slipped down to her bottom, the bottom covered only by panties as the dress had continued to creep up to her waist. Suddenly, Lily felt his hands rapidly retreat to her lower back, and she heard a muttered, “Sorry.”

  She gave him a deeply intense kiss, and whispered in return: “I love it that you are such a gentleman. But there is nothing to be sorry about. I know we need to take it easy, but I kind of liked the feel of your hands stroking my ass.” A moment later she was purring in satisfaction and arousal as Martin’s warm hands returned to their caressing of her generously endowed bottom cheeks.

  She sighed loudly. “I like to wear black because it makes me look slimmer. I bet you think I have a big butt.”

  Martin laughed and continued the caressing. “I think it’s just great. I think it’s just right. I like to stroke it.”

  Interspersed with the kisses, Lily murmured, “I’m really enjoying this. I just hope you don’t think I bring men here. I mean, I hadn’t even had a date since my husband and I broke up four years ago. I don’t want it to seem that I—”

  Martin interrupted her with another kiss. “I don’t think any such thing. We’ve spent a lot of time together; I think we know each other well enough. I like you very much, even though we haven’t known each other for more than a few months. And I’m flattered that you’re enjoying this is much as I am.”

  She caressed his cheek. “I just didn’t want you think that I’m some kind of a bad girl. I may be acting a little bad right now, but I really like you.”

  Martin laughed softly. “I don’t think you’re bad at all. I think that you are a wonderful and lovely woman. You just don’t strike me as the bad girl type.”

  Lily began to giggle. “That’s a relief. If you thought that I was a bad girl, you might decide to take me to your office and paddle me.”

  Martin reached behind her and gave her a firm swat on her bottom. “How was that?”

  Lily pressed her nose against his and opened her eyes wide. “Not sure. Try that again.”

  Martin laughed, then raised his hand and brought it down on her bottom even harder, and she emitted a high-pitched “Ouch” followed by a bout of laughter. She pressed her lips to his, but this time with a hard and demanding pressure. “Mmm… I kind of like that feeling.”

  Martin laughed and caressed the stinging patch on her bottom. “Maybe I really will paddle you if you put a file in the wrong place.”

  Lily responded by giggling. “Let me think about all of this. That felt kind of good when you smacked me.”

  Martin appeared hesitant to pursue the matter. “Okay…”

  Even in the dim light, he could see that she was blushing as she spoke. “If I asked you… I mean… I was wondering… I think that some time I might kind of like it if you would spank me… or… paddle me. Do you think you would do that?”

  Suddenly, she drew away from him and resumed a kneeling position as she covered her face with her hands. “Martin, I’m sorry. I mean, this is early in our relationship, and I shouldn’t…”

  He reached to her and put his hand around her back and drew her against him once again. “Lily, I like it very much that you can be so honest with me. You don’t need to apologize for anything.”

  He looked down at her and she drew her face away, and Martin was concerned to see that she was crying. “Just talk to me, Lily.”

  She sighed deeply, then laid her head on his chest and began to speak softly. “When I was listening to that first paddling you gave right at the start of the school year, I felt this sense of… this sense of being turned on by it. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about…” She moaned in frustration before she forced herself to continue. “There was something about knowing that you… you in particular… you were smacking a woman’s bottom with the paddle. There was something about it that just… wow.”

  She took a deep breath and resumed, “Then, I felt a little crazy when I was helping you plan the next paddling, and then watching it take place…”

  She turned her head to look up at him and smiled, tears still running down her cheeks. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind. And then, when you smacked me a few minutes ago… I thought I was going to go out of my mind. And Martin, I don’t know where this came from. That’s never been a part of me before, at least not that I was aware of. I don’t know wha
t to do with it.”

  She placed her head on his chest and silent seconds passed as she held her breath as he hugged her closely and resumed the gentle stroking of her bottom. She nearly jumped when he finally spoke. “Okay, Lily. I will do that. And if it’s something that you enjoy, then that will make me enjoy it too. Okay with you to leave it like that for now? Maybe if you had a few days to kind of think it through and maybe come up of some kind of… I don’t know. Just think of how you think it would be the most… pleasurable for you.”

  She put her face close to his. “This is all hard for me to talk about, because I’m embarrassed about it.”

  Martin shook his head slowly. “The way I see it, if it’s fun for you then let’s give it a try. I may have to rely on your imagination. But after the help you gave me with that paddling for Helen, I think you do not lack for imagination on the subject.”

  “I guess it may be what I would like to try is called role-playing.”

  Martin opened his eyes even wider. “Okay, just kind of let your imagination go crazy during this next week. And I promise you, the next time we’re together we’ll give this a try. In fact, I have to admit, the thought of spanking you kind of does something for me. So I’ll try to come up with some ideas, too.”

  She nodded her head that still rested on his chest. “But when I see you at school, I think I’m going to feel so self-conscious after what I just said to you, that I… I mean… I guess you know what I mean. I’m going to feel embarrassed.”

  She suddenly felt Martin begin to laugh, and looked up at him as she chewed on her lower lip as she smiled. “Okay, I need to know what’s so funny right now.”

  Martin reached down and patted her on the bottom several times. “I was just thinking, that whenever you start to feel embarrassed about what you said, just remember that sometime in the near future I’m going to give you a good spanking for it.”