by Susan Thomas
"Mum, how could you? Of course I am not, what an awful thing to say. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
So, totally wrong-footed and humbled, the two contrite adults sat down on the sofa while Jessica began her proposal which would have done credit to an advertising agency. As she expected, they looked more and more surprised but not, as she had feared, hostile. In fact, at the end, they looked rather pleased.
It seemed she had calculated her dad correctly and he was only too happy to feel he had some authority again over a daughter who seemed not to be daddy's little girl any more. In fact, he had been rather envious of the Erin situation and wished he could take his stroppy daughter over his knee and spank some sense into her. Of course, it isn't politically correct to say such things but here was his daughter asking for that very arrangement. He was delighted.
Jessica had also calculated her mum rather well. Her church had strong views on such issues as marriage and sex outside it, and though it kept a discreet silence about corporal punishment, the informal views of the congregation were much in favour. Having just been fired up by the service, her mum was equally delighted and it was easily agreed.
After a happy lunch, they all sat down and worked out the actual agreement which covered all the usual things: college work, jobs in the house, courtesy and respect, tidiness, punctuality, modesty of dress and rules around the social life. The stupid thing, as far as Jessica was concerned, was that she should have felt rather hemmed in at this point by all the various points of the agreement, but in fact it gave her a strange feeling of security. The best bit, though, was the delight of her parents which she knew would be all around their family and close friends in no time. Her dad even happily agreed to just using his hand to spank her as often as he could, unless something more serious was called for. Jessica knew she would have to be spanked eventually but she was determined to avoid anything too bad. Behaving well was a cheap price to pay for equality with Erin.
The reaction was as Jessica hoped for - the various members of the family thought she too was "sensible" and had a "refreshingly good attitude." They all wished her well and hoped she wouldn't get too many spankings. Her mum's church (she and her dad always thought of it as belonging to her) reacted very well indeed, not officially of course as that would be considered dodgy in today's world, but people came up to her and patted her back or gave her a hug and told her she could only benefit from a spot of old-fashioned discipline. In fact, she got more credit than Erin because Lancashire wasn't a small town in the Southern US Bible belt and here in England it was going against the flow.
Naturally, they told the Fosters next door because they had been neighbours now for nineteen years. The Fosters had no children, which was something that they regretted, but it just hadn't happened. They were uncle and aunt (and great uncle and aunt now) to quite a few nieces and nephews but none lived locally so when Jessica came along they had been delighted and had become honorary relatives. Mr Foster (Uncle Alan to Jess) was now sixty and just retired from his job with an occupational pension and plenty of savings. Mrs Foster (Auntie Susan to Jessica) was a primary school head teacher and still had a few years to go before she could retire.
The Fosters loved Jessica but had been unhappy with her behaviour over the last few years and welcomed (with surprise) her arrangement. Uncle Alan was particularly interested because he had read an article in a psychology magazine about an 18-year-old girl in the Midlands. True, it was two or three years old but this girl also said she'd prefer a spanking anytime to other punishments. In fact, she was happy for her father to slipper her bare bottom when she broke her agreements. The father was apparently a school teacher and Auntie Susan said that her staff were of the opinion that most of their problem children at school could do with a good spanking. According to the article, the girl also said most of her friends would prefer spanking too, in preference to grounding or confiscation. Auntie Susan added that it fitted with the Manchester survey which showed that a huge majority of kids thought their parents were too soft.
Jessica lapped up all this positive support, her scheme was paying huge dividends already and she was delighted. She shoved to the back of her mind the inevitable bill in the form of a spanked bottom, but Auntie Susan reminded her of it.
"You do know that you will actually get spanked at some point don't you and that spanking hurts?"
Of course Jessica did, as she had Erin to refer to, and Uncle Alan chipped in that the girl in the psychology magazine said that she got hugs afterwards and that it was no big deal for her. So it was that Jessica's scheme was accepted, and received great support from the family and good friends like the Fosters.
In fact, her first spanking came up far more quickly than she bargained for. She had started at the local college after the summer break and had been given a fair bit of holiday preparation to do, but had done little of it. The college had a tough line on work and attendance and each student had a brief monthly meeting with his or her tutor to review progress. It was written up (not very much) and a copy given to the student. It was intended that the monthly meeting would be like a barometer to the student of how they were getting along. For the tutors, of course, it was quite a chore. Jessica's first meeting had not gone well: she had been late to sessions 20% of the time; her attendance was only 90%, one of the lowest so far; and worst of all she had not done the bulk of her holiday preparation. It was all on the copy of the record, and one of the agreements had been the same as Erin's. Erin had agreed that her uncle and aunt should monitor her college work and that she could be punished if she failed to keep up, so Jessica had agreed the same. When her dad asked to see her first review she panicked; she had forgotten that her record so far wasn't good.
"Oh, I have had a few teething problems because we don't get supervised the same as at school. I am on top of it now though, honestly."
"Jessica..." her dad said and simply held out his hand.
Her mother came in and stood listening.
In the end, Jessica had no choice but to give him the record. She had planned just to destroy the paper but too late, for now he and her mum stood there reading, and dismal reading it made too. Jessica felt extremely foolish all of a sudden. She had planned everything, but failed to take into account that this might crop up.
"Jessica," said her dad in a serious tone, "this is awful and a very poor start. This is a spanking issue, I am sure you agree."
"Dad please, we have only just started. I know it's not good, but I am on top of it and now we have the agreement can't we just let this one go?"
Her parents though disagreed, her mum backing her dad. "It's no use, Jess, you asked for this and it was agreed. You made a solemn commitment, you can't back out at the first hurdle."
"No Jess it's correction time. I think the breakfast room (a grand name for an area of the kitchen with room for a table and chairs) is as good as anywhere. First, please go to your room and get the paddle."
"Oh, Dad please, this is my first time, can't you use your hand, we did agree."
"I am going to use my hand but I think maybe a few smacks with the paddle at the end so you know how it feels, because that is what may have to be used if next month's report isn't good."
Jessica headed for her room in total disbelief. How had she come to get spanked so early in her agreement? She had hoped to bask in all the glory for ages, before engineering a token spanking just to keep the ball rolling, but now this. She could kick herself for her stupidity - why the heck hadn't she just done the prep, it was actually interesting? Why had she been so casual about being on time? As for the sessions, well it was 90%. It wasn't fair - she could see perfectly well that a lot of the early sessions were largely admin and she had been to most, but why waste time on admin? It was just because all the other kids were being good in the first month. She had been planning to work; she wasn't daft, she knew her agreement meant she had to.
She took the paddle down off the wall (they had copied Erin in hanging it opp
osite her bed), and suddenly realised what the next fifteen minutes or so were going to be like. She was going to have to take off her leggings and her knickers and she was going to be spanked, and she knew her dad spanked hard. He liked to do things properly. She was half way down the stairs before she remembered corner time and her heart sank even more, but there was no way out of this without losing all her credibility.
She gave her dad the paddle and her mum quietly ordered, "Come on Jess darling, I did think you might have taken off your things upstairs. You know what to do now."
Jessica could feel her face go very hot indeed, this was far more difficult than she had thought. How had Erin done it for her uncle, who she really hardly knew, when she first went? She turned her back on her dad who had pulled out a chair and now sat on it. With a gulp and a prickling in her eyes, she began to pull down her leggings. She was so distracted by her embarrassment that she got them down to her feet before remembering her trainers were still on. She was in such a dither that she had to sit down on the floor to pull her trainers off, and then couldn't decide whether to take her trainer socks off or not, but her mum told her to get a move on so she pulled those off too. The tiled floor was cold to her bottom and she decided to stay there to pull her knickers off. It felt very odd indeed to be sitting on the floor on her bare bottom, tugging her knickers off. She used her feet to kick the trainers, socks, leggings and knickers into the corner and then stood, her face burning furiously.
Jessica was desperate to place her hands over that most private of parts, but Erin had told her that it really was considered wrong to cover yourself where she now lived. It was all part of the punishment to give up your right of modesty so to speak, and in fact the church didn't consider it immodest when a girl needed correction.
It was that phrase about correction that helped her to do it. She actually said out loud, "I need correction," and saw her parents' approval, so she kept her hands by her side though her face burnt, and stood by her dad. He was very gentle with her and helped her to lie across his lap; that too was highly embarrassing and Jess wondered if for a girl there was anything worse than doing this. Again she thought of Erin having to do it with her uncle in a foreign country.
"I've thought about this and realised you've never been spanked so I think you need an easy introduction so to speak. I am going to spank lightly and slowly for a while to get you used to it all, and then get harder and faster. I spoke to Erin's Uncle Jack on the phone and he thought that a good idea, and suggested I spank for around five minutes in all."
At first Jessica was very stiff and nervous, holding herself in such a way it made her ache. Her head hung down and she was unsure what to do with her hands. Then the spanking started making her tenser. She was astonished at how humbling it was to have her bare bottom smacked like this by her dad, though at first it was easy; the smacks were barely more than pats, and although a sting built up, it was almost pleasant.
However, the spanking began to change and each smack began to get gradually harder and the interval between them less and less. Jessica could feel her legs moving without her, and the increasing heat and sting made her wriggle with occasional little gasps. The spanking seemed long to her, and as the smacks continued unrelentingly, her legs began to see-saw up and down and the gasps became grunts and whimpers. This was no game but real punishment, and as the pace and severity of the spanking increased, she began to panic.
"Daddy, please not so much... please Daddy, it won't happen again. Daddy, please not so hard. Daddy, it hurts... no... please."
But her daddy ignored her. In truth, he was enjoying the situation, for he had been more than a little frustrated by her bad attitude for some time and his hand smacking down hard on her unprotected bottom was good therapy for him. Not that he was out of control or angry, he was watching the time and making sure his hand was spanking and not being brutal. He was sure that once upon a time there would have been no question of spanking a badly behaved daughter.
The spanks reached a crescendo and Jessica began to wail as well as thrash energetically around at each smack, and her dad a hard job holding her in position. He watched the second hand on the clock even as his hand powered down on her bottom, sending ripple after ripple chasing each other. He was finding it quite hard to hold her still enough to spank but he wasn't actually done yet. He stopped spanking and let her calm down while still over his lap.
"Now then, Jessica, this opportunity at college is a good one, but you've made a very poor start. That's why you are being spanked. You understand that, don't you?"
Jessica gulped out a croaky, "Yes, I'm sorry."
"If next month's review is not excellent you'll be getting another spanking but with the paddle. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, yes I promise it will be great."
"Well, this is a little taster of how the paddle feels."
"No, Daddy, please, please don't. I promise..."
Smack, the paddle landed firmly on her right cheek and Jessica jerked and yelped loudly. Smack on her left cheek and another loud cry and a plea to stop.
"No, Jessica you need to feel it."
Smack right across her bottom, right in the middle.
"Yikes it hurts, please enough, no..."
Smack again on her right cheek and more loud cries of anguish. Smack to the left and an anguished Jessica began pleading loudly for it to stop. Smack, the paddle cracked down hard again right in the centre of her bottom.
"OK, Jess, that's it, you may get up now."
Poor Jessica's bottom was so sore that she didn't know how to stand still; she was crying and trying to turn and look at her bottom as well as trying also to cool it down. Her mum dried her tears and blew her nose for her and she had big hugs with both parents, feeling strangely in need of their comfort, which was odd as they had inflicted the stinging heat that engulfed her bottom.
"Now, into that corner and you can stand there for ten minutes. Hands on head remember."
Jessica went to the corner and moved her clothes with her foot. It would be better to undress upstairs next time and she knew now, that whatever she had imagined, there would be a next time. She had made the same mistake as Erin - she had signed up for it for her own reasons (though different ones to Erin) but swiftly found that she had lost all control of the situation. Trying to get out of this now could not be done without considerable loss of face and she couldn't stand that.
She stood in the corner and placed her hands on her head, feeling very foolish and very young. Her only consolation was that Erin was having to do this too. Her bottom stung so much and was so hot that she couldn't help wriggling somewhat and shifting her weight from foot to foot. She didn't dare glance round at the clock; she didn't know if her dad would do anything to her, but she had no desire to risk it. Time seemed to stretch very long indeed. How long had she stood here in the corner?
In fact, Jess had only been in the corner two minutes, but then her mind stopped thinking about it when she heard someone come in the back door. There were only eight houses in the close so everyone knew each other well, but they were in one of only two houses at the end and, in agreement with their neighbours, the Fosters had put a gate in their back fence and often would just walk into the other's house via the back door for a social call.
"Hiya, any chance of a brew?"
It was Alan Foster and Jessica was horror struck. She was naked below the waist, standing in a humiliating position with a freshly spanked bottom; it was a nightmare come true. She squeezed against the wall as hard as she could but as he walked further in there was no chance of not being seen.
Uncle Alan was excited. "You know we discussed getting some climbing roses, well..."
He stopped dead.
"Oh dear. I should go."
"No, no, Alan, that's part of it. Anyone in the house can witness the results of the spanking although we obviously shouldn't have used here as the spanking place as you might have walked in on it."
Alan Foster sat
down and found it hard not to stare at the bare, well-spanked bottom of the eighteen-year-old standing in the corner. He was both embarrassed and fascinated.
"Well, I can see Jess has had a pretty hard spanking - am I allowed to know why?"
It was explained to him and he agreed that it was important for Jess to work hard and do well, otherwise there was little point in being in college. Jessica cringed as the three adults talked about her. She wanted a large hole to open under her and remove her from the scene. She also worried about what was going to happen at the end of fifteen minutes. It was bad enough being half-naked in front of her parents, but how did she avoid showing more than her bare bum to Uncle Alan?
When the time was up, her mum came over and handed Jessica her things. Holding them in front of her, she rushed away and up the stairs. The three adults watched the red bottom scurry away rather like the tail of a rabbit, and in spite of the seriousness of the situation they all three smiled.
Jessica examined her sore bottom at some length and marvelled at its colour and the heat coming off it. She washed her face and brushed her hair, though anyone could still see she had been crying. She couldn't face putting the leggings back on so she slipped on a pair of cool cotton knickers and a modest skirt but then what to do? Her desire was to stay hidden in her room until bedtime, but she knew at some point that she had to face her parents and she could hear Uncle Alan was still there. She knew she'd have to face him too so she might as well get it over with now. Jess walked back downstairs, noticing her bottom was still hot and sore, and taking a deep breath went into the kitchen/breakfast room.
She had no idea what sort of welcome to expect and was taken aback by the warm and loving one that she got. No recriminations, no scolding, no 'well you asked for that' type of comment, just loving. She got a warm hug and kisses from her mum and dad, and a more tentative one from Uncle Alan. He had always been affectionate when she was younger and she realised he was anxious now about taking liberties, so she gave him a hug to reassure. She was offered a cup of tea, but when she went to sit she looked at the hard surface of the chairs and hesitated, so her dad rushed and got a cushion and everyone, including her, laughed.