Scenes of Domestic Discipline: Book 2

by Susan Thomas

  "Aaaiii ooow." Her cry was louder but she choked it off, ashamed of how badly she was taking it or so she thought.

  "You may stand, Joy. I hope that will be a lesson to you to keep to the dress code."

  Joy didn't trust herself to speak for a moment; she stood, her bottom burning, trying very hard not to cry. Somehow she managed it, though her eyes felt watery.

  "Yes, sir, I'm very sorry about it and I promise it won't happen again."

  "Good attitude. Now you are to go home and change and come straight back. You will serve a Saturday morning detention for having missed class time. Now I know you are eighteen but I still expect you to take this notification of punishment home to your parents which must be signed and returned."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Go now and be quick back."

  Joy walked stiffly out, her head held high, trying not to show that her bottom really hurt and trying even harder to resist rubbing it. She got to her car and lowered herself carefully into the seat, driving home with the heat from her bottom a constant distraction.

  "Joy, what are you doing home? Are you ill?"

  Melinda was anxious but actually smiled when her stepdaughter explained. "Real painful, isn't it!"

  "Yes, will you sign the notification while I get changed?"

  Melinda was surprised to have the authority to sign it but realised on paper she did even if their relationship was not really stepmother to daughter. She signed it while thinking back to her own school paddlings and wondering just what Peter would do now he was faced with this situation. Joy came down dressed in modest trousers and returned to hand the notification in to the principal's secretary.

  At lunch she learned that Alexis had suffered the same fate shortly after her own paddling. Alexis, though, was depressed because she knew for certain that her father would spank her hard when he got home. Joy immediately felt guilty; she too should be spanked again. Good order and local custom demanded it but would her dad do it?

  "Good heavens above, Joy, of course not. I am not going to adopt this barbaric custom. I will support the school rule by giving you forty eight hours to learn your school rules by heart or face a month's grounding, and I do support your Saturday detention, but spank you? Absolutely not."

  Joy went to her room, her bottom still sore though now more comfortable, and tried to put her mind to learning the student rules by heart, but she just couldn't do it. She tried some of her homework but couldn't settle, so instead she walked out into their yard which her dad was having landscaped, to view the progress. Then she heard the sound of machinery from Mr Grove's workshop and wandered over to watch him.

  He nodded to her, returned to his task, and then when he had finished, looked at her and gave a welcome, "OK, young Joy, something is troubling you girl, I can see that."

  "How?"

  "I'm father to five kids including three girls, and I was a police officer for thirty years. I can tell."

  So Joy explained, noticing his smile when she told him she'd been paddled, his next smile at her acceptance of its fairness, and his slight frown when she told him her dad wouldn't spank her.

  "So let me get this straight, you feel that it is only right and proper you get the further spanking because that is what happens mainly in these parts, and also you are ashamed to tell your friends you haven't been."

  "I guess that's about it."

  "Well now, that is easily rectified given you're eighteen."

  "It is? How?"

  "Why, I make paddles for folk round here, good ones too, not some cheap old cut-out of softwood. I have several finished waiting for someone to buy, I'll spank you with one right now. Problem solved. I wouldn't go against your dad if you were under eighteen but technically you're an adult and can make your own decisions."

  Joy told me she was scared. Now she knew how it felt to get paddled she wasn't keen, but felt it only right and proper that she be spanked again as Alexis would be, and that was the local custom. Besides, she knew she should have read the student manual more carefully and not just relied on her friends.

  "Would you really? You don't mind?"

  "I would and I don't. I believe in good order and discipline, and you were out of order, no question; you deserve a good sore butt in my opinion."

  He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a paddle wrapped in tissue paper. It was a thing of beauty, no doubt, not that any recipient of its services would care.

  "OK, what about it, are you going to take your licks?"

  "Yes, Mr Groves, thank you."

  Joy turned and bent over, gripping her knees as Mr Hamill had told her.

  "No, further down, around the ankles. Tightens you up more."

  Joy blushed at the remark, but did as she was told, not enjoying the pull of her skin and clothing over her very sore bottom.

  "OK, Joy, I am going to give you four more so your school punishment is doubled. It's just what I would have done with my own kids."

  Joy found her second spanking hard to bear, perhaps because she had been paddled earlier that same day. She felt she made too much fuss in both but I think the two men who spanked her were both fit, strong and experienced spankers, and made no effort to go easy on her. Why should they, after all they were punishing her and punishment is meant to hurt, and she was eighteen.

  The first swat was so hard and forceful that though she gripped her ankles, Joy rocked forward and then the pain hit her; she let out a long shriek, "Aaaaahoow," and she lifted her head, crying out to the woodturning lathe right in front of her.

  She had no time to brace herself or take a breath before the next swat landed fair and square in the middle of her bottom. "Ah... ooow... ow." Even as she cried out, her hands flew off her ankles; she half stood and then re-bent still crying out, "aaahaaah," even right up until the next one crashed against her sore cheeks.

  "Aiiiih ow ow ow ow." Her cry of distress seemed to go on forever, rising higher and higher, while her hands convulsively gripped and re-gripped her ankles in an unconscious attempt to relieve the heat in her bottom.

  "Hu... huh huh... aaaaaaah." The surprise in her cries at the last swat were caused by the ever increasing heat, it was so far beyond any previous experience.

  "All done, you can get up, Joy."

  Joy stood up very slowly and did not turn around. This second spanking of the day had made her cry, but she didn't want to show Mr Groves that she, an eighteen-year-old, was crying like some kid just because she had been spanked. She pulled some tissues from her pocket, dabbed her eyes and blew her nose, before turning round and thanking him. They shook hands and she left walking slowly and in a carefully upright position, giving the smallest amount of movement to her furnace-like bottom as she could.

  She went straight to her room to examine herself in the mirror. Her whole bottom was a very angry red, but at the centre of each cheek when bent over were large dull dark red patches that clearly were going to turn to blue-black as they matured as bruises. Joy was awestruck; she really had been properly spanked today at both school and home... well sort of at home, and she had the bruised, hot and sore bottom to prove it. She rubbed her bare bottom slowly and gently, reluctant to stop looking at her bare cheeks with their clear evidence of spanking.

  The whole episode, she felt, was right and proper; she had failed to check the rules carefully enough, broken them and been properly punished according to local custom. That was all good if unpleasant to experience. Her friends at school thought she was somewhat mad to have volunteered in that way, but also pleased that she really knew what it was like now. Bruises were compared and honours were even was the judgement. Joy passed her father's 48 hour memory test, and vowed never to get spanked at school again. Melinda smiled at this, for now as a married woman of 25, she could look back and see just how at 18 she had thought herself grown up with no real idea of how young she had seemed to others. Joy had plenty of time to fall foul of school rules and get another session with the paddle. Joy's next experience of being spanke
d was not one that either she or Melinda could have predicted.

  It is hard to know what sometimes gets into children; they seem to just go plain silly until eventually adult authority explodes and it usually ends in tears. In theory, four 18 year old girls should be beyond that stage but it still happens. Think back and maybe you can recall getting like that yourself once upon a time. Anyway, one Saturday, four of them went to the mall: there was Joy, Alexis, Karen and Janine all in Janine's car.

  They were in a silly mood right from the off, giggling, sometimes uncontrollably, cracking stupid jokes, poking fun at folk they passed, and it carried right on into the mall. As they came out of the car park there were big 'stone' statues of lions, and naturally this caused all sorts of stupid laughter and videos on their cell phones. They bought all kinds of junk and did it noisily, getting displeased looks from other shoppers and store assistants; they were undoubtedly irritating everyone but that isn't where it really went wrong.

  In the food hall they found a place, and got burgers and fries with large milk shakes, not my kind of food I have to admit but many like it. Joy has no idea who started it, she is sure it wasn't her but that is irrelevant because she joined in. Soon they were throwing fries and bits of burgers at each other and security was heading their way. Unfortunately, a large, loud man in a sadly tasteless shirt sprang to his feet and became all authoritarian with them. They mocked him, and he began to chase them around the table. Security began to run, attracting attention from others in the food hall. Soon folk were cheering for one side or another, and chaos began to reign. It was deeply unfortunate that the man's wife leapt to her feet, collided with Karen, and was knocked onto the floor, landing on her bottom. Karen turned to help her, but the man at that point collided with Karen who collided with the table, which sent a milk shake all over the poor woman. The security people panicked, not really knowing what happened, and called for the police.

  It took quite a while to establish that the girls had not actually committed a crime, or at least a crime worth charging them with. The police decided to take them home. They probably suspected that, given the area the girls came from, parental authority had a more effective way of dealing with this kind of behaviour, and for Alexis, Karen and Janine they were correct. One officer drove Janine's car while the girls rode in the police car and three of them fretted about how hard they were going to get it. The police officer driving had a great grin on his face as he listened in.

  For Joy, though, there was only a long lecture from her dad with a month's grounding as a punishment. Joy was ashamed of the leniency of her punishment. She wasn't daft, she guessed that the only reason they had been taken home like that was so that they would get a good hard spanking, but she only had a month's grounding. Really it wasn't right, and how would she face her friends, all of whom would doubtless be very sore by bedtime?

  Quite late in the afternoon, she went to see Mr Groves in his workshop; he seemed to spend a lot of time in that workshop but then his wife spent a lot of time on the golf course. After the usual courtesies, Joy posed her question.

  "Mr Groves, when your kids were my age what would you have done if they got involved in a food fight at the mall and a woman got knocked over accidentally and covered in milk shake?"

  Mr Groves manfully resisted an urge to laugh and instead replied, "I guess that's the police car I saw pulling away earlier."

  She agreed it was, and explained what happened.

  "So I guess it was too much trouble and paperwork to try and work out any charges even if any would stick so they figured, 'Oh they come from that place. OK, let's take them home and they'll get their butts spanked good and hard.' Only you aren't going to, am I right?"

  "Grounded for one month."

  Mr Groves made no criticism of Joy's father which he figured was not his place to do. Instead he answered the question she had asked at the beginning.

  "If one of my daughters aged 18 had done such a thing, I would reckon they had not only behaved without any consideration for anyone else, so causing a great deal of wasted time not to mention a ruined dress for the lady, but also brought disgrace down on the family. I would have given that girl eight swats on her bare butt with a spell displaying that butt afterwards to anyone that happened to chance by. The grounding might well have been given but for longer."

  "Bare!" Joy was loud in her surprise.

  "Sure, you can give more swats but I have found the real attention grabber is on the bare, and it doesn't need so many then. However, you are not my daughter so my paddle is still in the drawer over there."

  Joy simply couldn't face doing any of it, she thanked him and returned home but her conscience bothered her. By now her friends would probably have all been spanked, or were being spanked. She knew because she couldn't contact any one of them, normally an impossible situation. It was right that they were, what they had done was inconsiderate and disgraceful, and by local custom a good spanking was the consequence. If she didn't get spanked it wasn't right and how could she face them, but baring her bottom for Mr Groves! Eight swats on the bare bottom. Her previous spanking had been bad enough, and what happened if someone saw her 'on display'? Finally, she could stand the twin assaults of conscience and friendship no longer, and made her way back to Mr Groves who was just packing up for the day. He smiled gently when he saw her, and said nothing but went and got one of his beautiful paddles from the drawer.

  Joy really hesitated before lowering her trousers. She told me later it was terribly embarrassing, but worse still was lowering her panties; she struggled to do it and it was only the sudden thought that maybe the others got it on their bare bottom that made her do it. She slid her panties down to her knees but her trousers were gathered around her ankles. Mr Groves used the paddle to indicate where she should bend over and she did so, taking hold of her ankles with a trembling grip. After her previous paddlings, she was not confident she could take all eight on the bare like this.

  "I'm going to take it slow, Joy; you will find it easier that way, but they are going to be real hard, girl. If you were my daughter I'd do just the same."

  Joy doesn't remember if she replied, but the next second the first swat hit her bottom dead centre.

  "Oooooooohhh." Her cry rose up a scale of noise, and as the pain really hit her she grabbed her bottom and stood, her mouth open. It was far worse than her previous experience. She stood as waves of pain and heat pulsed across both cheeks, and her eyes filled up with tears. Mr Groves said nothing and after a moment she bent back down again.

  "I'm letting that one go, Joy, but if you were my daughter and you stood like that I'd add an extra swat each time. Make as much noise as you like, stamp your feet, but stay in position for your swats."

  With a wobbly reply she agreed that she would, and Mr Groves unleashed the second swat. Joy jerked hard when it landed, and she screeched even more loudly than the first time. Her hands gripped, relaxed and re-gripped her ankles. He looked at the huge red marks he had already made and was pleased; as he told her later, this was a punishment she would never forget.

  "If I had my way," he remarked casually in the pause before giving the third swat, "I'd have automatic spanking penalties for minor anti-social behaviour such as you engaged in."

  "Yikes, no, no, no, no... ow it hurts," was Joy's reaction to the third. She kept babbling away, desperately trying to keep hold of her ankles and not get an extra. She realised they weren't halfway done, and the tears flowed freely at the thought of what she had left to come.

  "It does hurt, Joy, and it's meant to. The last time I paddled my eldest girl she was 19 and she still talks about it, but she agrees it was well deserved and did her the power of good, as this will you."

  With that, he let loose the fourth swat and Joy screeched so hard his ears rang, and the girl bounced in the same position, trying hard to deal with the pain of her paddling.

  "Do you agree you deserve what you're getting?"

  The reply he got was a mixture of a
gulp and a sob but in it the, "Yes," was just about audible, then he sent the fifth swat powering down, watching it flatten her cheeks before allowing them to spring up and adding to the terrible redness growing across both of them.

  Joy screamed and wailed at each and every stroke that smacked down so hard on her bare bottom. She was in an awful place where her bottom hurt and was made to hurt more all the time. She longed to leap up and run away but knew that she couldn't, although the reason for that now eluded her because she had to concentrate hard on mastering the pain of each swat before the next one landed.

  As he spanked her, Mr Groves forgot for a moment she was not his daughter, and punished her with that same mixture of love and sternness that he had all his children. Each swat was as powerful as he could make it, but he waited with understanding while the effect was to some extent mastered. Finally, it was time for the eighth and last swat.

  "OK, Joy, last one coming up. Now by rights I should make you stay in position after but you're new to all this, so if you jump up now it's OK."

  Joy began to pant loudly in anticipation but bizarrely stayed bent over as she screeched her way through the pain of that last powerful paddle swat. She finally stood on being reminded, and did so slowly, her face wet with tears and holding her burning bottom with both hands, completely forgetting that her trousers and panties were around her ankles. Mr Groves found her some tissues to sort herself out a bit, and then reminded her gently that she had to stand on display.

  Mr Groves indicated a spot where she was to stand facing the wall with her trousers and panties still down. When she couldn't keep her hands from holding her bottom he made her put them on her head, and doubled the time from fifteen to thirty minutes. Joy felt sick at the thought of anyone seeing her, but reasoned that nobody would expect him to be in his workshop this late in the afternoon. In that hope she was unlucky for within a few minutes she heard voices. Her first hope that it was just Mrs Groves returning from a foursome at her club was lost as a strange voice was also to be heard.