The Spank Shop Part 1

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Ok....a little break from rue's intense fiction, and on to another
great author's intense fiction, lol.

What I'll be posting now is written by the one and only Seegee.

It's another serial, it's reached lucky number 13 now...but it's
ongoing.

Copywrite: All rights reserved to Seegee, the original author and
creator of this series. Messages will be gladly received, either by
me, and passed on to him, or directly to the author if he will be
willing to post his address here.

Well I hope you'll enjoy this series, which is far shorter, but with
far longer stories, let the fun begin:

The Spank Shop

Andrea reached across the struggling boy's warm, rosy bottom and
picked up her trusty ebony hairbrush. The brush was one of the old
style ones with a long handle and a broad oval back that could easily
span a naughty child's bottom cheek. Andrea rarely used the brush for
its intended purpose, to comb her long, lustrous, dark curly hair, it
was more often used to discipline the bottoms of disobedient children.
Tommy, the boy wriggling vigorously over the tall athletic woman's
lap, was well acquainted with the hairbrush and knew exactly what
Andrea put it to best use for.

As soon as Tommy realized that Andrea had the brush in hand his
struggles intensified and he began to plead "No. Aunty Andrea. Please
no. Not the brush. I'll be good. I
promise....aaaaaahhhhhhh!" his pleas fell on deaf ears and abruptly
became shouts of pain as Andrea calmly and competently smacked the
brush crisply down across the bottom that she had just warmed with her
hand.

For the next ten minutes the only sounds heard in the comfortable
parlour with the cheery fire merrily burning in the small hearth were
Tommy's yells of anguish and the sound of the brush as it spanked his
bottom soundly and built a fire in his round little rear. Only when
Tommy's howls had died down to constant regular sobbing and he lay
limply over Andrea's knee as she smacked his bottom to a deep, rich,
cherry red did the tall woman decide that he had been sufficiently
punished.

"Tommy," she said gently, but loud enough that the boy could hear her
over his sobs, "you may get up now."
With a sobbing gulp the boy raised himself awkwardly off Andrea's lap.
He stood in front of her, tears streaming down his face, his
underpants and trousers pooling around his feet, his little penis
hanging limply in front.
Andrea's cool green eyes looked into the boy's tear filled brown ones.
Tommy's hands moved towards his blazing red bottom.
"Tommy, if you even attempt to rub your bottom I can promise you that
you will not sit down for the next week." Andrea told the boy calmly.
Tommy sniffed and met Andrea's eyes defiantly, but his hands stopped
moving and he clenched them into fists as he brought them to his
sides.
"Good boy." Andrea complimented him with an encouraging smile. "Now do
you have anything you want to tell me?"
With an angry wipe Tommy cleared his eyes and his nose.
Andrea dropped her head to hide a smile and shook it gently, she
reached out to a table by the side of her chair and raised her hand
with a tissue in it. She motioned the boy to her and held the tissue
up to his nose. "Blow." she instructed.
Obediently Tommy did as he was told and Andrea disposed of the tissue.
"Now back to what you have to say to me, Tommy." Andrea directed the
conversation to her initial question.
Tommy took a deep shuddering breath and said in a low, halting voice
"I'm sorry I was a naughty boy Aunty Andrea. I thank you for caring
enough to spank me properly."
"It was my pleasure darling. Now you turn around and march yourself
into the corner and stand there like a good little soldier until Aunty
Andrea tells you that you may leave."
The boy turned around and hobbled awkwardly to the corner. The
underpants and trousers around his ankles coupled with the fire that
Andrea's spanking had lit in his bottom impeded his progress. Once at
the familiar and hated corner Tommy stopped, stood up straight and
placed his hands on his head. Andrea sat back, crossed her legs and
surveyed her handiwork on the boy's bottom with a sense of
achievement. When she had first started spanking Tommy his mother had
brought him to her at least once a week, that had now been lengthened
to once every two weeks on average and this was the first time this
month and there was only a week of the month left. It had been a very
sound spanking, it would be quite some time before Tommy wanted to
find himself over Aunty Andrea's knee again. Andrea gazed at Tommy's
angry, throbbing red bottom again and then picked up a magazine and
began to idly leaf through it.

After ten minutes had passed Andrea judged that Tommy's bottom had
cooled down sufficiently and told him that his corner time was over.
The boy turned and put his hands by his sides, with effort he stopped
himself from reaching back to rub his still stinging bottom.
Experience had taught him that Andrea's reaction to rubbing before she
had given her permission was not pleasant. He walked stiffly over to
Andrea and fell gratefully into her outstretched arms. She hugged him
tightly and rubbed his back, murmuring "Good boy. You took your
spanking very well. Are you going to try and be a better boy so Aunty
doesn't have to spank you again?"
"Yes Aunty Andrea." the child mumbled into her shoulder.
"Good boy." she told him again and as she released him she picked up a
small hand bell on the table beside her and rang it twice.

Within a minute of the tinkling bell being rung a petite, attractive
blonde girl of about eighteen years old came into the room. She was
dressed as most office receptionists, neat and tidy. Her blonde hair
floated around her face as she shook it out and asked "You rang, Miss
Andrea?"
"Yes Kimberley." Andrea smiled up at the girl. "I've finished with
Tommy now. Are there any free corners in reception?"
"They're all free at present, ma'am." Kimberley replied with a smile.
"Excellent. Would you please take Tommy to a change room and pop him
into a spanking apron and then put him on display in a corner until
his mother comes to collect him. She shouldn't be too long."
"Delighted ma'am." Kimberley held out a hand to the grimacing boy, he
loathed public corner time, it was bad enough in Aunty Andrea's
office. He also hated wearing the spanking aprons. They were normal
aprons with no backs. Andrea used them to publicly display freshly
spanked bottoms because they left the bottom bare, but preserved
modesty by covering both the front of the upper and lower body. Tommy
stepped out of his trousers and underpants and Andrea watched while
she hid a giggle as Tommy's red little bottom jiggled as he trailed
behind Kimberley to the change room.

Fortunately for Tommy his public ordeal was short and also not very
public. Reception was empty, except for Kimberley, who calmly dealt
with her paper work, only glancing up occasionally to make sure that
Tommy was still in position and was not attempting to surreptitiously
rub his hot red bottom cheeks. Quite often there were other customers
in reception: parents and guardians waiting for Andrea to finish
spanking their charges, children some with parents and/or guardians
and some unaccompanied waiting their turn over Andrea's busy knee, the
occasional adult who felt a need for the type of discipline that
Andrea administered or recently spanked children filling up the
corners. Although there was no one in reception it did not mean that
Kimberley was the only person that could see evidence that Tommy had
recently been naughty and paid painfully for it. The windows were open
to the street and all the corners in reception were visible from the
street, any passerby could easily see Tommy's glowing red bottom. His
mother was not long in coming. He had only been in the hated corner
for five minutes when she arrived to pick him up on her way home from
work.
"Hello Kim," she said with a smile and then looked at her son's
recently smacked bottom, "oohhhhh Aunty Andrea did a good job on you,
didn't she sweetheart?"
"Yes Mum." the boy said softly.
"Well you had better get dressed while I pay Miss Kimberley for your
spanking."
"Yes Mum." Tommy answered obediently and walked over to Kimberley's
desk. "I need my trousers and underpants, please Miss Kimberley."
"Of course sweetie." Kimberley smiled at the contrite child, she
reached over her desk and handed him his neatly folded trousers with
his underpants on top. "Just hang the spanking apron up on the hook,
Tommy. I'll collect it later." she instructed Tommy as he fled to the
dressing room.
"Yes ma'am." he called back, the relief that his ordeal was over
evident in his voice.
"He is getting better." Kimberley reassured Tommy's mother as she paid
for the boy's punishment.
"Oh I know," the woman replied, the appreciation easy to hear in her
tone, "I'm only bringing him in once a month. It was once a week when
Andrea first started. I'll take him home, give him some supper, bathe
him and put him to bed early."
Kimberley giggled "It's a cold night so the warm bottom should be
appreciated."
Tommy's mother shared in the joke as Tommy reentered, still ruefully
rubbing his bottom through his trousers.

Kimberley walked back into Andrea's parlour, or spanking room as most
of its unwilling occupants called it, "Tommy's mother has just
collected him." she announced to her employer.
"Lovely." Andrea replied. "Any more appointments today?"
"Nothing that we have booked."
"Okay, thanks, Kim. We'll give it half an hour and then call it a day.
I'd love a cup of tea, would you mind?"
"Not at all, ma'am. I'll just put the kettle on."

Andrea watched the girl leave to prepare the tea and settled into her
chair as she thought about her business venture. Not every town, big
or small, had a Spank Shop. In fact Andrea was fairly certain that she
had a patent on the idea. Spanking had been the preferred method of
discipline for her parents and she and her sister had experienced
regular trips over their parent's knees growing up. Aunts, uncles,
older cousins, teachers, babysitters and even older friends of the
family and neighbours were permitted to spank Andrea and her sister if
they felt it was warranted. With their mother it was generally an old
fashioned, over the knee spanking on the bare bottom with the hand,
hairbrush, slipper or wooden spoon. Her father spanked her in the same
way until she was twelve. After she turned twelve spankings from her
father consisted of a bare bottom warm up over his knee with his hand
and then she was bent over the desk in his study for a blistering
session with his belt. He had even caned her on one less than fondly
remembered occasion. Whilst Andrea would cane if she felt it was
deserved it was not a preferred method of punishment and to earn the
cane or a switch from Andrea took naughtiness of the highest order.
Most, if not all, of her friends were disciplined in the same way and
she had seen some of her friends find themselves over her mother's
knee and a couple even got a belting from her father. It was fair
enough, she had been turned over her friend's mother's knees and
received the paddle from the father of one of them. The paternal and
other familial spankings had ended when Andrea graduated high school
and went to college, so did the school ones. College lecturers and
professors were not allowed to use corporal punishment on their
students, although she knew of a few that did so. While it was
officially denied, it was unofficially given the seal of approval, but
the students were special cases and Andrea was not one of them. More
than a few of her classmates were subject to parental spankings when
they returned home for holidays and Andrea suspected that her parents
would not hesitate if she broke any of their rules, but she was
essentially a well behaved girl and it was never found necessary to
spank her after the age of eighteen. Andrea became experienced on both
sides of the spanking. When she was fifteen she started babysitting
and also tutoring in English and Arithmetic. The parents of the
children she babysat permitted, in fact in most cases encouraged her,
to spank their children if it was needed. The parents of those she
tutored for the most part advised her to use spanking as an
educational tool. Andrea had to admit it was amazing how quickly her
'students' learned after one stinging trip over her knee. A sore
bottom seemed to reinforce lessons effectively. At college she came in
contact with her first adult spankee. The first one was a roommate who
seemed unable to live away from home if lessons, study and house
duties were not reinforced with regular spankings. Andrea obtained an
old paddle from a sorority and hung it on the wall to remind her
roommate what would happen if she didn't study or neglected her duties
around the room. She discovered other adult females and males who
still needed their bottoms smacked in her four years at college, she
didn't spank them all herself, she heard about others. One of the
sororities even held a weekly paddling session where every girl had to
line up on Friday night, bend over and bare her bottom for a sound
paddling from the head sorority girls. The four leaders did not escape
either. After the rest of the girls had been paddled and put to bed
those four were turned over the sorority mother's knee for their
paddling. Andrea had heard of at least one fraternity where the same
thing happened. Funnily enough the two houses were closely linked and
always had been. Andrea married three years after college and her
husband while he was spanked as a child and believed in it as a
disciplinary tool for children he did not administer them to adults
and Andrea did not need to be spanked as some other young wives did.
In fact she more often felt that her husband was the one that needed
the spanking, although she never attempted to do so or even suggested
it to her husband. The marriage ended in a rather messy divorce and
fortunately produced no children. Andrea adored children and felt that
she would make a good mother, but did not like the way divorces
affected children. Her older sister: Sarah was happily married with
three children; two girls and one boy, all had found themselves over
Aunty Andrea's knee when they were with her if they happened to
misbehave. All had told her how much harder than 'Mum' she spanked.
She and Sarah had often discussed the spankings over coffee and Sarah
was pleased that her sister was willing and ready to discipline the
children if she felt she had to when she looked after them. The city
she had lived in all her life was too painful to stay in after the
divorce and she moved to Clarkstown. Her parents had died a year
before the divorce and due to shrewd and successful investing for both
themselves and their offspring their inheritance left Andrea and Sarah
very well provided for. Andrea
had also used a talented lawyer to make sure that her husband was
unable to touch any of her money after the divorce. Andrea's
investments alone enabled her to live a leisurely lifestyle in the
midsized town of Clarkstown, but she had always been an active woman
and needed to do something with herself. She purchased a townhouse in
the main street where most of the older shops were located. The house
had started life as a residence and then spent many years as a shop,
this was still evident in the bottom floor, and recently been
converted back into a residence. Andrea realized the house's potential
as a shop of some sort immediately and she could still comfortably
live on the upper storey, which was completely self-contained. The
question was what sort of shop?

She was no closer to an answer after three months in Clarkstown. She
often took coffee and tea with women of a similar age to her own in
the town. Andrea was in her early thirties and somewhat of an oddity
in Clarkstown. It was rare for a woman of that age to be both single
and childless. Andrea's only real contact with a wife and mother since
her own marriage had been with her sister and she was surprised to
find that many things had changed since she grew up. Corporal
punishment as a form of discipline for children was frowned upon and
in some cases making it illegal was discussed. Andrea abhorred child
abuse, but she could not equate a deserving well-spanked bottom with a
battered or abused child. Spanking amongst adults was considered some
sort of strange sexual perversion and again Andrea knew of many adults
that felt much better and functioned more efficiently when they were
the recipients of regular spankings. In Clarkstown spanking was rarely
used. It had been outlawed in the schools, but parents too used it
infrequently and many of those that did use it, did not use it
effectively. The best way to spank a naughty child was over the knee,
on the bare bottom and long and hard. If not on a bare bottom at least
one layer of clothing had to be removed. It simply didn't have the
correct physical or emotional impact if this was not the case. Those
parents that did spank in Clarkstown administered a few light smacks
over trousers or dresses and generally stopped doing even that when
the child attained the age of six. Andrea felt that spanking had to
start at the age of four and continue well into the child's teens to
have any real effect. Many of the Clarkstown parents eschewed spanking
for a number of reasons.

In most Clarkstown families both parents worked. It was not an easy
thing to spank your children when you worked full time. Most of what
the kids did was done without their parents being present so they were
able to get away with a lot more than what they would if one or both
parents were present. Andrea had seen with her own eyes Clarkstown
children doing things that would have earned her or her sister a sound
spanking with complete impunity, because they knew that their parents
simply would not ever know about it. Another problem with both parents
working and spanking was togetherness. The time these parents got with
their children was precious. If you spanked your son and/or daughter
the air was often emotion charged and frequently it was a negative
emotion, a spanking would impact badly on the parent/child bonding
relationship, although Andrea argued that spanking was a powerful
nurturing tool for mothers at least and in some cases fathers as well.
There was also another time factor. Coming home from a hard day at
work you wanted to relax. If you had to spank a naughty child it was
not relaxing, it was something that was draining both physically and
emotionally. Andrea's father had never liked having to strap either of
his daughters after work. In his case it had been a little easier as
the girls had been well prepared by their mother for their punishment
and when their father came home and found one of his daughters
standing in the corner then he knew that later in the evening he would
be taking that daughter to his study for a dose of his strap. The idea
struck Andrea one day that the parents in Clarkstown may be open to
the idea of an outsider prepared for a nominal fee to offer old
fashioned physical discipline to help them control their offspring.
Thus was born the Spank Shop.

It was easy and inexpensive to fit out the bottom storey of Andrea's
townhouse into a shop. The only thing that needed to be changed was
the entrance, which was made into reception. The downstairs nursery
and bedrooms served as change rooms and the majority of the spankings
would be administered in the parlour. The most expensive items were
the implements of chastisement: hairbrushes; old fashioned wooden
ones, slippers with leather soles of varying sizes and some old
English style plimsolls, wooden school rulers of various lengths and
widths, a number of wooden spoons and she even found a giant sized one
if it was required, lots of straps, long leather belts again of
varying widths and thicknesses, some smaller tawses single and multi
tailed ones, she had a number of paddles, some sorority/fraternity
paddles, some with holes drilled in them, smaller ping pong paddle
sized ones and a few leather ones as well, she purchased some crook
handled canes and had a tree in the backyard that provided long,
whippy branches that were ideal as switches. Next was Kimberley. The
blonde girl had applied for college, but because of the lateness of
her application was not going to be accepted until the following year
so she had a year of unexpected time on her hands. She was also the
only applicant when Andrea advertised for a Spank Shop receptionist.
Even had Kimberley not been the only applicant Andrea probably would
have hired her anyway. She knew the girl well and liked her values.
She had been spanked as a child and in fact was still subject to them
if she misbehaved at home. She fully supported spanking as a method of
discipline and was able to relate well to people of all ages, from
children to the elderly. She also presented well and expressed a
desire to learn a little about how to spank for a living. It had not
happened yet, but if Andrea was too busy she believed she could allow
Kimberley to spank some of her younger clients.

A few days after opening with no appointments or interest shown Andrea
began to wonder if she had made a mistake or misjudged the need for a
Spank Shop in Clarkstown. On Kimberley's advice she had taken out some
small advertisements in the local papers and she had hung up a
shingle, but she did not advertise aggressively and it was not as if
she could offer free samples or anything to entice people in. Late in
the afternoon of the fourth day a single father brought in his twelve
year old daughter. He had tried everything to control the girl and
nothing seemed to work, he had considered spanking her himself, but he
had never done it and doubted his ability to control his strength and
while the girl needed spanking he did not want her hurt. Andrea had
soon reassured him and his daughter and within half an hour her very
first client was howling her lungs out over Andrea's knee as the woman
spanked fire into every part of the girl's tender white bottom while
her father looked on approvingly. The girl had cried a river of tears
that first time and a measure of how effective Andrea's spanking had
been was that six months later the girl had only had one return
engagement. Not long after that she had received a lot of business and
the behaviour of Clarkstown's youth improved markedly. Andrea found it
unusual that most of her clients were children under sixteen. While
she believed that the kids needed spanking she had felt that most of
the people who would avail themselves of her services would be adults.
She had very few adult clients and even less regulars. Her personal
favourite was a perky young nurse called Tiffany who had a standing
weekly appointment.

Andrea had a particular way of dealing with a new client. It was not
simply a case of dropping a child off for a spanking and returning
later. Andrea insisted that both the child and at least one parent or
guardian be present for the initial appointment if the child was under
eighteen. She would interview both child and parent and see if she
could gauge the situation. She listened to both sides of the story and
tried to make the severity of the punishment fit the severity of the
crime. A brisk hand spanking to warm the bottom up and then a dose of
the hairbrush or slipper was usually sufficient. Parents or guardians
were given options. They could be present at the actual punishment,
they could wait in reception, Kimberley was only too happy to provide
coffee or tea in both situations, or they could go and do something
else and pick up their freshly spanked child later on.

There was a knock on the door. Kimberley with her tea. Andrea rose to
get the door. Kimberley stood there, but she did not have any tea with
her. Andrea raised a quizzical eyebrow. Kimberley held her arms out in
a gesture of helplessness and explained "I was just about to put the
kettle on miss when we had a client...well two actually."
"Two clients? I thought there were no more appointments today."
"There aren't. This wasn't scheduled."
"Very well, show them in."
Kimberley looked a little uncomfortable "It's not at all usual,
ma'am."
"I'll be the judge of that," Andrea told her receptionist sternly,
"and unless you want a trip over my knee show them in, young lady."
Kimberley dropped her eyes and said contritely "Yes ma'am."

Andrea settled herself back into her chair. Kimberley ushered two
teenagers in. They were around thirteen years old and while one was a
girl and the other a boy the resemblance was unmistakable. They were
obviously brother and sister, quite probably twins. "This is James and
Courtney," Kimberley introduced them, "James, Courtney this is Aunty
Andrea."
The children regarded her nervously and smiled shyly. Kimberley
retreated and left Andrea alone with the teenagers. Andrea regarded
the obviously nervous adolescents and smiled reassuringly. "Sit
please." She waved a hand at the couch. The two children sidled past
the tall attractive brunette and seated themselves gingerly on the
edge of the sofa. Both children were slim with long arms and legs,
both were blonde and fair skinned, both had bright blue eyes. Andrea
could almost picture them bottoms up over her knee yelping and
squealing as she spanked them soundly, but she had to find out why
they were here first and see if their parents knew about it.

"I have an obvious question," Andrea began, her green eyes sparkling,
"why are you here?"
James and Courtney opened their mouths to reply, but Andrea
forestalled them with a slim upraised hand. "Would you like some tea?"
she asked.
"Yes please ma'am." Courtney answered for herself and her brother.
"Good. I'll just ring and ask Kimberley if she can bring us some."
The bell had hardly rang before Kimberley appeared beside Andrea's
chair "Yes ma'am?"
"Kimberley, dear would you mind putting the kettle on and bringing us
some tea?"
"Not at all ma'am." and she disappeared out to the kitchen.
Andrea and the two adolescents regarded each other and Andrea noticed
with amusement that they were trying to size her up without looking as
if they were even looking at her.

Kimberley reappeared with a tray. The tray held three cups and
saucers, a milk jug, a sugar bowl, a plate of biscuits and a pot of
gently steaming tea. Kimberley bent from the waist and set the tray on
the table. She set out the cups and saucers, the milk jug and sugar
bowl, the biscuits and then carefully holding the teapot by the handle
with one hand and her other supporting the pot's side set the pot down
amidst the rest of the crockery. "I'll be in reception if you require
anything Miss Andrea." she informed her employer as she tucked the
tray under her arm and left the room, closing the door quietly behind
her.
Andrea smiled at the two nervous, wide-eyed children trying to
reassure them. "How do you take it?" she asked.
"Huh?" a startled James asked, he had obviously thought she was
talking about the spanking they had come here for.
"Your tea James," she smiled and reproved him, "and when you address
me young man you are to address me as ma'am, miss, Miss Andrea or
Aunty Andrea. I prefer Aunty Andrea, it makes me feel closer to you."
The boy nodded and replied hesitantly "A little milk and one sugar
please Aunty Andrea."
"That's better." Andrea told the boy as she learned forward to pour
and prepare his tea, she handed him a steaming cup and said "You may
also have a biscuit."
"Thankyou Aunty Andrea." James said politely and took his tea
carefully then placed a biscuit on the side of his saucer.
"Courtney, how do you take your tea, sweetheart?"
The pretty blonde girl took a deep breath and answered "Some milk and
two sugars please Aunty Andrea."
"A sweet tooth, I see." Andrea joked as she poured Courtney a steaming
cup of tea and delicately placed two lumps of sugar in it. "You also
may have a biscuit." she told the teenager as Courtney accepted the
hot beverage gratefully. Andrea poured herself a cup of tea and added
condiments as she wanted them, she placed a biscuit on the saucer and
took a ladylike bite from it as she stirred her tea. She looked at the
two children who were nibbling their biscuits and taking small sips
from their tea. She settled back in her chair with a sigh, blew on her
tea to cool it and took a soothing sip.

"Now to the matter at hand," Andrea began, fortified by her tea, "to
what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon?"
The children looked at each other and nervously licked their lips. By
some unspoken signal it seemed that Courtney had been selected as the
spokesperson "We've come here for a spanking, ma'am." Courtney said
quickly in a small voice.
Andrea nodded "Well, you've come to the right place for that, but we
have to get a few things straight here."
She had all of James and Courtney's attention.
"Why have you come to me for a spanking?"
"We've been naughty," James replied, just remembering to add "miss."
in time.
Although Andrea did not punish without the parent's permission she did
not consider a stinging slap on a disrespectful bottom or leg a
spanking and if James had not remembered to add an honourific to his
statement he would have been the recipient of one of those.
"How naughty?" she asked, sipping her tea.
Courtney answered "Disrespect to our parents and teachers, I lied
about my chores, I didn't even do them one week."
"I got a detention I didn't tell Mum and Dad about, I stole a comic
and I got into a fight." James gave his list of naughtiness.
"Well you certainly deserve a good spanking." Andrea surmised.
"Thankyou Aunty Andrea." the children chorused and Courtney even stood
up, starting to fiddle with her school skirt.
"Wait!" Andrea said sharply, holding up her hand. "Sit down please
Courtney. Just because you deserve a spanking does not mean I can give
you one."
"Why not, Miss Andrea?" James asked.
"If you both settle down I'll explain a few things to you."

"Did your parents punish you for the things you've done?"
"Some of them, ma'am." James mumbled. "I got grounded for the fight,
they never found out about he comic or the detention."
"Hhhhhmmmmm....I see. You do realize that if I agree to spank you your
parents will find out about those two incidents and you will also
apologize to the newsagent you stole the comic from and repay him?"
James eyes widened and he muttered to his shoes "No ma'am."
"Are you saying no to me, young man?" Andrea asked in a stern voice.
"Yes ma'am, I mean no ma'am..." James stammered.
"Let me rephrase it, in addition to the spanking, if I give you one,
you will also apologize to the newsagent and pay for the comic. It is
not a request or a question, it is a statement of fact. Do you
understand me, James?"
James sat up a little straighter, brushed a stray blonde lock out of
his clear blue eyes and replied "Yes Aunty Andrea."
"Good. Now Courtney," and she turned her attention to the angelic
looking girl, "were you punished for what you did?"
"Well," the girl hedged, "I got a detention for the disrespect to my
teacher and I had to wash the dishes for an extra week for cheeking my
Mum. They didn't know about the chores, miss."
"Like James, Courtney if I spank you for this your parents will find
out about that, you understand that don't you?"
"Yes ma'am." Courtney answered, taking a nervous sip of her tea.

Andrea emptied her cup and set it and her saucer down on the table
with a faint click. "I am assuming that because your parents did
punish you for some of what you've done, however small and ineffective
that those punishments seem to have been that you are occasionally
disciplined."
The twins nodded.
"Then your parents did not send you here?"
"No ma'am." Courtney responded.
"Do they know that you are here?"
"No Aunty Andrea." James said quietly.
"Very well. Much as you do deserve spanking for what you've done I
cannot administer one without your parents consent."
"Aunty Andrea!" the twins wailed despairingly.
"I am sorry and I would dearly love to take the two of you over my
knee and spank those naughty little bottoms good and hard, but as you
are both under eighteen I cannot without your parents consent."
"We can pay, ma'am." Courtney said with a pleading tone in her voice.
"I don't doubt that you can sweetheart, but if I did I would be
breaking the law and as a businesswoman I cannot afford to do that."
"What can we do, miss?" James asked sensibly.

"Good question James. You can tell your parents about this visit and
arrange to come here with one of them and we can discuss your
behaviour and what options I offer."
The children looked at each other and made a face.
Andrea chuckled "Not a good option, huh? I can have Kimberley call
your Mum or Dad and tell them what's happened and arrange an
appointment to talk about it all."
Relief crossed James and Courtney's faces.
"Obviously that's the preferred plan. What I'll do is I'll call
Kimberley in here and apprise her of what the situation is. She'll
explain it to your Mum or Dad."
"Mum, miss." Courtney said.
"I beg your pardon."
"Mum's at home, ma'am. Dad is still at work. Mum only works part
time."
"Good then. By the way the reason I'm having Kimberley do this is
because we can talk a little further while she explains things. I've
never had a child come and ask me for a spanking so it's rather a
unique experience."
She reached down and rang her bell.

Kimberley entered the room and smiled down at James and Courtney.
Those two would look so darling squirming over Andrea's knee, she
thought. "Finished?" she asked them
"Yes Miss Kimberley." they chorused.
Kimberley busied herself clearing up the tea things and Andrea advised
Kimberley of the situation and what she needed done. The children
supplied their mother's phone number.
Kimberley bustled out with the tea things and made the phone call.
She came back in and motioned to Andrea.
"What was her reaction?" the tall athletic woman asked.
"Well, she was a little surprised, ma'am, but she seemed to
understand. She'd like to come in tomorrow with these two," Kimberley
pursed her lips at the twins and waggled a finger mock sternly at
them, "and discuss the situation and how best to deal with it."
"Wonderful." Andrea responded confidently. "I'll just finish up my
chat with James and Courtney, send them off home and we can finish up
for the day."
"Yes ma'am." and once again Kimberley left the cosy parlour.

"Now," Andrea began, crossing her long, shapely legs, "why exactly is
it you two want a spanking?"
"I don't know that we actually want one Aunty Andrea," Courtney
started, "it's just that nearly all our friends get spanked by you
when they're naughty and we don't."
"You feel left out?"
"Sort of ma'am," James took over, "we get grounded or lose privileges
or allowance. That's worse than spanking. It goes on so long."
"You haven't been spanked before, have you?" Andrea inquired, a smile
playing across her lips.
The children shook their heads.
"When you're over my knee you may rethink that choice, James. You're
both thirteen?"
"Yes miss." the two answered.
"Thirteen and never been spanked. We've got a lot of ground to catch
up on. I may have to book you in for a course."
"A course, ma'am?"
"Yes every week you report to me, we have a little confession session
over tea and then you get a visit from the red bottom fairy."
The twins shivered and Courtney asked weakly "Every week Aunty
Andrea?"
The woman nodded and said reassuringly "It may not happen, we'll see
what your Mum says tomorrow."

At afternoon teatime of the following day Kimberley announced to
Andrea that James and Courtney had arrived with their mother.
Kimberley showed the three into Andrea's parlour and left to prepare
refreshments. "You do take tea, don't you Donna?" Andrea inquired of
the twin's mother.
Donna; the twin's mother, a pretty, petite, blonde woman from whom the
children seemed to have inherited their complexion, hair and eyes,
nodded her assent "Yes, thankyou, Andrea, that is appreciated."
Kimberley came in with a tea tray, much the same as the previous
afternoon, only it was set for four, not three and the pot was larger,
the biscuits were also a different kind.
Andrea prepared and handed out tea, she remembered the twin's
preferences from yesterday afternoon and Donna took her tea the same
as her daughter. "Courtney gets the sweet tooth from you." she joked
gently.
Donna blushed as she accepted the steaming cup from the brunette and
said "Yes, it seems that way."
After everyone had sipped their tea and nibbled on their biscuits
Donna opened the conversation "I have to admit that I am shocked about
what's happened."
"It was a surprise to me, too, Donna. I've never had a child asking me
for a spanking. Their parents send them to me, but never unbidden. In
fact I think you should be proud of James and Courtney for realizing
that they needed this sort of discipline. I do however ask the
question why you and your husband cannot fulfill the need."
James and Courtney smiled and blushed into their tea at both the
compliment Aunty Andrea paid to them and the hot question she directed
at their mother.
Donna frowned and sipped her tea as she tried to formulate an answer
"Both I and my husband were occasionally spanked as children, but
neither of us enjoyed it or liked it as a form of discipline. We made
a decision that when James and Courtney were born that we would NOT
spank them. We feel that now we have no right to spank them and that
it may in fact damage the relationship we have built up with them."
Andrea nodded as she mulled it over "You have no objection to paying
me to spank them, though?"
"Well, I would not have sent them to you myself, but this is a
decision that they have made. If they had wanted us to spank them they
would have come to us, they seem to want you to do it."
"We're all agreed that they will be spanked then?"
Three heads nodded.
Andrea looked hard at the two angelic blue-eyed teens "You still want
a spanking from Aunty Andrea?"
Quick, nervous nods confirmed the answer.

Andrea redirected her attention to Donna as James and Courtney sat on
tenterhooks on the edge of the couch. "What did Kimberley explain to
you over the phone yesterday afternoon, Donna?"
"That James and Courtney were here and had asked you for a spanking
for some naughtiness and you needed to discuss it with me and obtain
my consent before doing so."
"So you weren't told exactly what James and Courtney did to think that
they needed to be put over my knee?"
Donna shook her head "No. I assumed it was some minor juvenile
offence."
Andrea sat back in her chair "Oh they're certainly juvenile offences,
but not all minor." Donna looked at her offspring "James, Courtney
what have you done?"
The children squirmed under their mother's stern gaze "Can you tell
her please, ma'am?" Courtney implored Andrea.
"As you so obviously won't I suppose I will have to."
Donna's clear blue gaze returned to the tall, willowy disciplinarian.
"Courtney in addition to cheeking a teacher and you also skipped her
chores for an entire week."
"She did what?" Donna exclaimed angrily and glared at her daughter.
"You blamed that on extra homework and your brother!"
Courtney's golden head dropped "I know Mummy. I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as you will be, young lady. Your father and I never
taught you to be lazy or to lie and this afternoon Aunty Andrea is
going to show you how painful the consequences of that behaviour is."
"Yes Mummy." Courtney said in a small, little girl voice.
Andrea nodded approvingly at Donna's scolding. She was very good.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what James did." Donna told Andrea.
"Yes, well his sins are somewhat worse."
"Worse?" a deflated Donna asked.
"You knew about the fight?" Andrea asked Donna.
"Oh yes. James came very close to having an encounter with his
father's strap that night. I can't imagine he's done anything worse."
James gulped and tried to disappear into the couch.
"It depends on what you call worse. He got a detention he never told
you about, but I don't really count that, because whatever he did to
earn it he was punished by the detention itself. The other matter I
consider very seriously and I'm sure, now having met you, that you
will too."
"Oh my goodness!" Donna breathed.
"James stole a comic."
Donna was speechless for a moment, and then she rounded on her son.
"James David Sullivan!" the boy sat up and went beet red. "You stole
something?"
"It was only a comic, Mum."
"It was ONLY a comic! I suppose it will ONLY be a car and you'll ONLY
go to jail! Aunty Andrea now has my permission to spank your bottom as
long and as hard as she thinks she needs to, to make sure that you
think about what that comic cost you every time you sit down!"
"Yes Mummy." a contrite and slightly scared James answered.
"He will most certainly get that Donna." Andrea assured the outraged
young mother. "I've also promised him that he will apologize to the
newsagent he stole the comic from and pay for it."
"Oh yes he will do that." Donna agreed. "I'll see to it personally."

Andrea set her teacup down and became rather businesslike. "We have
some things to get sorted out before the punishment can take place."
she produced a form from the table beside her. "I need you to sign
this release. It states that you know where the children are and that
you grant your permission for me to punish them. You only need to sign
it the once. Any forthcoming punishments will be covered by that."
Donna nodded, scanned the form quickly and signed it with a flourish
using the pen Andrea provided and handed the signed form to Andrea.
Andrea looked it over, then folded it neatly and placed it under her
cup and saucer. "The next thing I need to know is whether you want to
be present at the twins spanking or if you would prefer to wait in
reception. If you have any shopping or anything you'd like to do you
can do that and come back for the twins later. I have some clients
that do that. Some of the ladies even take the opportunity to get
their hair done at the salon next door. In fact I've been told that
their business has increased since I opened."
Donna smiled and replied "If it's alright Andrea I would like to stay
for the punishment. After all it is their first spanking and I think
it's best if their Mum is here to see it."
"That's quite alright. I can even have Kimberley bring you some tea
while you watch if you'd like."
"That would be nice."
"Now the last thing concerns you and the twins. More them than you,
but I think you will need to be involved. I ALWAYS," she highlighted
the word always, "spank on the bare bottom. Now as these two are going
to be spanked at the same time and because they are just starting to
develop physically it's going to be rather difficult to bare their
bottoms without causing some undue embarrassment to them."
A furiously blushing James and Courtney illustrated Andrea's point.
"Is there any way to avoid it?" Donna asked, she was struck by
Andrea's concern for her charges and that made her believe that if
anyone had to spank her children then this clear thinking, sensitive,
practical woman was the one for the job.
"As a matter of fact there is. I have some garments I refer to as
spanking aprons. They're rather standard cooking aprons that tie in
the back and don't actually have any back, so they leave the back and
more importantly the bottom bare for easy access, but cover the entire
front from neck to knees."
"That sounds perfect!" Donna exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she
clapped her hands.
"I have change rooms for the two to change in, but they will need some
assistance, especially in tying the aprons up. Kimberley can take
Courtney, but I think James will find it far less humiliating if
you're the one to see him naked as opposed to myself or Kimberley."
"Yes quite true."
"If everyone has finished their tea I'll ring for Kimberley and while
you and she are preparing the children I will get everything in place
for their spankings."

Kimberley reentered and cleared away the tea things, then came back
and held out her hand to Courtney "Come with me young lady," she said
rather sternly, "we're going to get that naughty little virgin bottom
of yours all ready for it's very first spanking."
Courtney gulped, but took Kimberley's slim hand and followed her to
one of the bedrooms where she would change from her school clothes
into one of the spanking aprons.
Donna stood and took a firm grip on James' hand "Alright young man,
you're going to come with me so that we can get your bottom ready for
Aunty Andrea to redden it thoroughly."
Andrea smiled encouragingly at an obviously scared James as his mother
took him to another bedroom in a different direction from the one
Kimberley and Courtney had gone to.
While the children were getting changed Andrea gathered together the
implements she felt she needed to make the correct impression on James
and Courtney. She had decided to spank them separately. She felt that
they would both fit over her knee at once and it was not the first
time she had given a dual spanking, but it was not really all that
practical. Two wriggling thirteen year olds were a little more than
even she could handle at once and neither of them would get a really
good spanking that way and as it was their first
ever spanking it had to be a really good, hard, sound one. Besides
James' offence had been far worse than Courtney's and as such his
spanking was going to be more severe. She would first warm up
Courtney's bottom with her hand, that way James could watch and this
tended to heighten the anticipation. When she had built up a good glow
in Courtney's pert white behind she would install the girl in a corner
and take James over her knee for his warming. Once his globes were
nicely rosy she would put him into a corner and give Courtney her
'real' spanking. She had a nice, big slipper with a heavy leather sole
polished smooth by regular application to disobedient bottoms. She had
yet to meet a girl who didn't respond with howls and tears when first
being introduced to the slipper. Once Courtney had been well slippered
she would be put back into a corner to reflect on what had happened
and what she'd done then it was James turn. She had decided that for
what he had done he needed two implements. A long dose of her trusty
old ebony hairbrush that would turn his bottom from a warm pink to a
hot red. Then a short, sharp, but extremely painful session with a
twelve-inch school ruler. She had no doubt that fifteen painful
minutes with her trusty hairbrush would leave James sobbing
heartbreakingly and teach him to never steal again. Then she would
have two burning red bottoms in the corners and Donna would have two
very well spanked twins.

James was the first to reemerge from the bedroom. "Mum!" he wailed.
"Please don't make me go out in this!"
"Nonsense, James. Now come on! You don't want to keep Aunty Andrea
waiting."
The boy muttered, but followed his mother back into the parlour.
Andrea had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her giggles. The
spanking apron that James had been changed into was pink with pictures
of little bunny rabbits all over it. "Oh dear," she said with laughter
in her voice, "I must have gotten the rooms mixed up." "It's a girls
apron isn't it, Miss?" the crestfallen boy asked.
Andrea shrugged "It makes no difference, apart from the colours
they're all the same and believe me young man you have much more to
worry about than the colour of your apron. If I were you I'd be more
concerned about the colour of your bottom."
Courtney who was dressed in a powder blue apron with little teddy bear
pictures all over it, padded out after Kimberley. Kimberley was unable
to hide her mirth when she saw James and commented "I did wonder where
that had got to when I saw Courtney's apron."
Courtney too giggled when she saw her twin.
James blushed bright red and Donna told Courtney sternly "You won't be
giggling soon young lady."
"No Mum." Courtney said, looking at the floor and swishing her foot
from side to side.

"Both of you settle down next to your Mum on the sofa there." Andrea
commanded as she sat on the slightly larger sofa across from the one
that Donna was settling her children into. When Donna had seated
herself in the middle of the sofa with a child on either side and a
protective maternal arm around them Andrea began to explain a little
of what was about to happen. "I'll be straight from the start. James,
because what you have done is worse than what Courtney has done your
spanking will be more severe." James' eyes widened and he looked as if
he was about to cry, but he said nothing. "Now as I stated earlier I
always spank bare bottom and that's why you're in the aprons. Not only
does it hurt more and provide an embarrassment factor it also allows
me to see how the punishment is affecting you physically. I'll be able
to tell by the colour of your bottom whether or not you've been
chastised sufficiently. The spanking will be in two stages. Firstly a
warm up to prepare and sensitise your bottom, that will be over my
knee and with my hand, once your bottom has been warmed to my
satisfaction your 'real' spanking will follow, that will be with an
implement. Do you understand so far?" the twins nodded. Andrea
continued "Good. Now I want to make absolutely sure that you know what
you're letting yourself in for. My spankings are long and hard, they
hurt...a lot. Until you actually go over my knee you can still opt out.
After this you pass the point of no return. Do either of you wish to
reconsider?"
The children looked at their mother, whose stern expression did not
alter, and then at each other. They made an unspoken decision and said
as one "No Aunty Andrea. We still need to be spanked."
"Very well." Andrea said and patted her knee.

There was total silence as Andrea commanded clearly "Courtney Jane
Sullivan come here to me."
Courtney took a deep breath, stood up and crossed the short distance
between the two sofas on wobbly legs. Everyone held their breath and
the only sound in the room was the gentle crackling of the cheery fire
in the grate. Kimberley looked down at Donna and inquired softly
"Would you like some tea, ma'am?"
"That would be lovely Kimberley, thankyou."
The pretty blonde receptionist nodded and said "I'll be back in a tick
with a fresh pot for you ma'am."
Andrea looked up at Courtney as the girl stood trembling by her knee
"Look at me Courtney."
With an effort the teenager raised her head and looked into the
steady, calm green eyes of Andrea "Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Why is that?"
"I was naughty and I need to be spanked miss."
"Good. I'm glad that you understand that. You will be spanked. A good,
hard, old fashioned, over the knee, bare bottom spanking."
The girl shook with each descriptive word and her bottom lip trembled.
"Never mind crying Courtney Jane," Andrea told her, "I'll soon give
you something to cry about."
"Yes Aunty Andrea." Courtney whispered.
"Are you able to get over my knee yourself or do you need my help?"
Courtney closed her eyes, took a deep gulping breath and then
requested haltingly "Can you help me please Aunty Andrea?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Andrea said kindly.
She half rose from the middle cushion of the couch, put her strong,
maternal arms around Courtney's slender waist and gently drew the
apron clad child across her capable lap. Courtney was stretched full
length over Andrea's lap. Her mid section was draped over the older
woman's knee and the other two cushions of the couch supported her
chest, head and legs. It was why a sofa was a perfect place to spank
an older child or teenager. Andrea was seated far enough forward on
the couch that it's back did not impede the swing of her arm at all.
James squeezed in closer to his mother and watched unblinking with
ever growing eyes as his sister was readied for her spanking.
"Lift your hips please, sweetie." Andrea requested.
Courtney obediently raised her bottom.
"Good girl." Andrea reassured her as she smoothed out the wrinkles in
the apron that going over her knee had created. "Lower." she commanded
and Courtney nestled her bottom back over Andrea's lap.
Andrea ran her slim hand across the waiting bottom and watched the
gooseflesh rise in the path of her palm. She felt the girl's warm and
trembling body through the apron's thin fabric. She leaned down and
whispered in Courtney's ear "Ready?"
Almost inaudibly Courtney mouthed "Yes Aunty Andrea."

Andrea tightened her grip around Courtney's waist, raised her free
hand and then brought it down with a firm, meaty sounding slap
directly in the centre of Courtney's plump white bottom cheek. A red
handprint bloomed as Andrea's hand lifted off and rose again. Courtney
gave a hiss of indrawn breath. As the sting of the first smack began
to flood through one side of the girl's bottom another resounding slap
rang out in the room as Andrea spanked the middle of the left cheek.
An identical handprint showed out and this time Courtney let out a
small "Ouch!". She wriggled a little as Andrea let the sting settle
in. Two loud, hard spanks sounded, accompanied by "Ow! Ow!" from
Courtney and her long slender legs kicked gently. Only four firm
smacks and the child's bottom was already pink all over "Hurting a
little is it Courtney Jane?" Andrea inquired.
"Yes Aunty Andrea!" the girl gasped.
"Good," Andrea said and planted a stinging slap to punctuate each
word, "a 'spank' proper 'spank' spanking 'spank' is 'spank' supposed
'spank' to!" SPANK.
"Owwwwww!" Courtney howled and thrashed her legs around as Andrea's
last spank was just that little bit harder and landed on the tender
area between thighs and bottom, right where Courtney sat. It was an
area that Andrea referred to as the 'spank spot'. She would warm it up
a little with her hand, but pay particular attention to it when she
slippered Courtney. It should set up an exquisite burn and make it
rather difficult for this young lady to sit comfortably for a day or
two.

Andrea settled into a steady rhythm, her hard hand rebounding first
off Courtney's right cheek and then her left with loud crisp slaps.
Kimberley brought Donna's tea and left it on the table and stayed for
a few minutes to watch the spanking in progress with a critical and
approving eye. Courtney yelped and squealed as she squirmed and kicked
under the barrage of smacks. Her pretty pert round bottom grew redder
and redder with each slap. Andrea finished off with a particularly
hard SLAP. She felt Courtney's glowing red
bottom with the back of her hand and judged that it was steaming
nicely. Courtney gasped and desperately tried to fight off tears.
Realising that the spanks had stopped coming her hand crept towards
her bottom "Courtney," Andrea's voice said sternly, "unless you want
to go outside and cut a switch I would stop that hand right where it
is young lady."
The hand stopped and Courtney said with a muffled voice into the couch
cushion "Sorry Aunty Andrea."
"That's alright sweetie," Andrea told her kindly, "no harm done. You
may rise now. Do you need my help?"
Not trusting her voice Courtney shook her head and awkwardly levered
herself to her knees and clambered off the couch to stand in the
middle of the room, head hanging, blonde hair hiding her face and hot
glowing red bottom visible to everyone. "Go to the corner Courtney.
Stand there with your hands on your head. You will face the wall and
you will not move or rub your bottom. You will not speak unless spoken
to. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Courtney whispered, the tears starting to roll down her
cheeks.
"You will stay there while I warm James up and then you can come back
for your slippering."
"Slippering!" Courtney blubbered.
"Yes a slippering, which for the omission of the proper honourific to
myself has just been made considerably more severe."
"I thought my spanking was over, miss." the girl said, her voice
breaking with tears.
Andrea laughed richly "Oh no, sweetheart. That was just the warm up,
that little bottom has a good hard slippering coming to it."
"But, but..." Courtney sobbed helplessly.
Donna put her cup back in its saucer with a click and said loudly
"Courtney Jane! You agreed to take a spanking from Aunty Andrea for
what you have done. She has decided that you still have to have your
bottom smacked with her slipper. That is what is going to happen. Now
do as you are told and get your little behind into that corner!"
"Yes Mum!" the girl gulped and hastened to the corner.
When she was installed there with her well-reddened bottom standing
out like a beacon Donna remarked "She has a little trouble following
orders. You have my permission to reinforce that with a strap if you
feel it's necessary."
"We'll see how well she takes her slippering." Andrea demurred.

Andrea then turned her cool green eyes on James. "Well young man, it
seems that it's now your bottom's turn to talk to Aunty Andrea's
hand."
His throat tight James could only nod.
Andrea crooked her finger at him and as if by magic the boy rose
slowly and walked hesitantly over to the attractive, athletic woman
seated on the couch.
Donna sipped her tea and interjected "When he's in trouble at home we
call him Jamie. It seems to reinforce how young he really is."
"Is that true Jamie?" Andrea asked.
"Yes ma'am." James mumbled.
"Jamie you have been a very naughty boy and there is only one proper
way to deal with a naughty little boy and that is with a good, hard,
old fashioned, over the knee, bare bottom spanking."
James shuddered with each descriptive word. He had witnessed
Courtney's reaction and he now knew that Andrea's spankings were
obviously hard and painful.
"Over my knee please Jamie." Andrea ordered.
His cheeks blushing scarlet James lowered himself over Andrea's lap.
Andrea shifted him into the middle of her lap so that his bottom was
perfectly in line with her hand. She gently stroked and kneaded his
tender, unspanked, white bottom flesh and smiled as he flinched
involuntarily. "Ready darling?" she asked softly as she admired his
firm round buttocks.
There was an almost imperceptible nod.

Andrea felt the warm, trembling body over her lap and could feel the
boy's unbidden erection growing under his apron and pressing against
her leg. It was not an uncommon reaction from boys James' age. The
pain of the spanking soon chased it away. Although with some older
boys it was necessary to take them into the bathroom and 'milk' them,
otherwise Andrea could get a nasty mess in her lap. The first spank,
which landed dead center on James' right cheek, made a crack like a
gunshot. Even Courtney in her corner
jumped. James' reaction was a grunt of pain. Andrea continued to
administer firm, hard, measured smacks to James' right cheek. It was
an interesting contrast as the right globe grew a fiery red and the
left one remained alabaster white. "Ow! Ow! Owwwwww! Auntee
Andreaaaa!"
"Yes sweetheart?" Andrea asked as she held the struggling boy easily
and continued to dole out stinging slaps.
"Muhmuhmy buhbuhbbottom hurts!" the adolescent wailed.
"Does it?" Andrea replied almost disinterestedly as she switched her
hand's attention to the opposite side of the boy's bottom. James
almost sighed in relief as the spanks landed on the previously yet
unspanked cheek giving the sore right one a welcome respite.
"Yes ma'am." he yelped.
"Well Jamie," Andrea told him as she continued his spanking without
missing a beat, "I certainly hope you enjoyed that comic my boy,
because you're going to remember it every time you sit down for the
next week."
"Yes Aunty Andrea." he gasped.
Andrea was spanking James harder than she had Courtney. She generally
did not produce tears on the warm up, but with James she felt it was
necessary. He had to feel genuine remorse for his actions and a hot,
stinging bottom was, in her experience, the best way to create that
feeling of remorse.
As she spanked she scolded him, slapping him in the tender area where
thighs and bottom joined and occasionally slapping the backs of his
legs, which elicited a loud, howl each time she did it. "Naughty
'SPANK' little 'SLAP' thieves 'SMACK' have 'SPANK' to 'SLAP' have
'SMACK' their 'SPANK' little 'SLAP' bare 'SMACK' bottoms 'SPANK'
soundly 'SLAP' spanked 'SMACK' to 'SPANK' show 'SLAP' them 'SMACK' the
'SPANK' error 'SLAP' of 'SMACK' their 'SPANK' ways!" SSPPAANNKK.
"Owwwwwwwww! Aunteeee Andreaaaaa!" James bawled as hot salty tears
rolled down his cheeks.
Andrea could see that the boy's wriggling bottom looked like an
overripe tomato and she could feel the waves of heat emanating from
it. The bottom on her lap was not quite hot enough to fry an egg on,
but she would remedy that with the hairbrush, for now it had been very
well heated.
She stopped spanking and whispered into the sobbing child's ear. "It's
over for now sweetheart. Are you able to stand or do you need my
help."
"Can you please help me, Aunty Andrea?" James blubbered.
'Of course I will, darling."
She put her strong arms around his slim waist and gently lifted him to
his feet. He stood in front of her, his blazing bottom on display to
his mother who sipped her tea and nodded her approval. Tears streamed
down his cheeks.
"Now you will replace your sister in the corner. You will stand there
the way she is with your hands on your head and if I hear one word
from you then I will ask Kimberley to bring in a strap and your bottom
and legs will be soundly strapped. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"What do you understand?"
"I'm to stand in the corner with my hands on my head and if I speak
you will strap me, miss."
"Good. Off you go then like a good little soldier."
As James took his glowing red bottom to the corner Andrea ran a hand
through her long curly locks and ordered "Courtney come here. You have
an appointment with my slipper young lady."

Unable to speak and with tears welling in her blue eyes Courtney
turned from the corner and looked at her mother. Donna met her
daughter's gaze and nodded. Courtney sighed and taking deep breaths
she walked slowly and with unsteady steps over to the tall, stern
looking lady seated on the couch holding a large, nasty looking
slipper in her hand. She stopped at Andrea's knee. "Now Courtney Jane
you have something to ask me for." she said.
"Ask you ma'am?" a confused Courtney said with a trembling voice.
"You have a spanking to ask for." Andrea told the adolescent girl.
Courtney closed her eyes, took a deep breath and stammered out "Wwill
yuhyou puhpuhplease spppank muhme Aunty Andrea?"
Andrea smiled encouragingly up at the child and said "I would be
delighted to darling." she patted her knee and ordered "Over my knee
please young lady."
Courtney draped herself back over Andrea's knee and lay there waiting
for her punishment to recommence. Andrea placed the slipper's smooth
leather sole on the still pink little bottom, which resembled two
scoops
of strawberry ice cream, although a good deal warmer, and ran it
across the flesh. Courtney took a deep shivering breath and gasped.
"You're very tense sweetheart."
"Sorry Aunty Andrea."
"It's not your fault, darling. However you really should try to relax,
because the tighter your bottom is the more this will hurt. I know it
sounds silly, but a spanking on a relaxed bottom stings a good deal
less than one on tightened muscles."
Courtney waved her legs around and Andrea felt her bottom relax a
little.
"Good, brave girl." she whispered as the slipper rose and flashed down
across Courtney's tender little bottom.

"Yeeeooowcccchhhh!" Courtney howled as the sound of the slipper
cracking down across her bottom rang out in the room.
Andre tightened her grip a little and smacked the slipper down across
the center of the wriggling girl's upturned bottom.
Courtney yelped and her legs kicked up and down in a scissor motion.
Andrea settled into a steady rhythm making each sizzling stroke of the
slipper land on the middle of Courtney's bottom. Courtney yelled and
wailed, she closed her eyes tightly and wished that Aunty Andrea would
at least spank another part of her bottom with the horrid slipper.
Andrea flicked the slipper hard on the underside of the child's
bottom. Courtney screamed and tried to levitate off Andrea's lap.
Andrea held her down easily and said throatily "You won't get out of
it that easily, my love." As she began to smack the slipper first on
one bright red bottom cheek and then the other she scolded the
teenager "You asked for this spanking, Courtney and I am only too
pleased to administer it." SPANK SMACK SPANK SMACK SPANK SMACK.
Courtney yelled and felt the tears began to slide down her face as the
slipper scorched her behind. Her legs were now kicking in a steady
four four beat and if she were swimming she could have set a world
record with that strong kick. "You certainly deserve a well spanked
bottom," SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SLAP SLAP, Andrea told Courtney as
she delivered another stinging volley, "for what," she turned her
attention to the area where the girl's bottom and thighs joined, she
called that area the spank spot or the sit spot as it was where anyone
sat and she knew from painful experience how difficult it was to sit
comfortably on that area when it was freshly spanked, "you SPANK did.
SLAP You not SMACK only SPANK disobeyed SMACK your teachers SPANK you
also SLAP were SPANK SPANK lazy SMACK SPANK and lied SLAP SPANK to
your mother SPANK! In fact SMACK SMACK you are extremely SPANK SMACK
lucky SPANK SLAP that I am not washing SPANK SPANK your mouth SMACK
SLAP out with SPANK SPANK SMACK soap!" SPANK SPANK SPANK.
"Oooooowwwwwwwwwww! Woooooohhhhooooooobbbbboooooooo!
Ooooowwwwwccchhhhh!!!!" Courtney bawled as she lay over Andrea's
strong knee having all the naughtiness spanked out of her. She did not
feel the least bit lucky either as the older lady asserted.
Andrea put the slipper down and then felt Courtney's bottom "My
goodness!" she exclaimed. "Your bottom is so hot it almost burned my
hand!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Courtney blubbered.
"No darling," Andrea said kindly as she gently ran her palm over the
girl's red hot bottom. "That was not your fault. Now I'm going to help
you up. You're to go back to the corner and stand there with your
bottom on show. Hands on head and no talking. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Aunty Andrea." Courtney replied contritely.
"Good girl." she helped Courtney to her feet and held her while the
girl tried to get her wobbly legs back. She enfolded the girl in a
tender embrace and was gratified to hear a whisper in her ear "I'm
sorry I was naughty Aunty Andrea. Thank you for spanking me."
"It was my pleasure sweetheart. Off to the corner." she released the
still weeping child and gave her a playful smack on her bottom to send
her scurrying to the corner. Courtney detoured briefly to give her
mother and hug and say "Thankyou so much for letting Aunty Andrea
spank me, Mummy."
"It was a joy darling. I could see how much you needed it." and she
too sent Courtney to the corner with a spank that elicited a delighted
squeal.
"Jamie," Andrea said sternly, "turn around and come to me young man.
Your bottom is long overdue for what it's about to get.

James took a deep shuddering breath and turned around, he saw his
sister's tear stained face coming towards him and she gave him a
reassuring smile. He returned it weakly, as they passed each other, he
turned back and saw her blazing red bottom "Oh God!" he exclaimed
weakly and he felt his bottom start to tingle in anticipation of what
he had coming. He reached Andrea and stood obediently at her knee. She
looked up into his blue eyes, which were already starting to well with
fresh tears. Andrea picked up the hairbrush and smacked it smartly
into her palm. James jumped at the loud slap it made. "You know what
is going to happen to you, Jamie?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am." James stammered.
"What do you think is going to happen?"
James gulped and blurted out "You're going to spank me with that
hairbrush, Aunty Andrea."
Andrea nodded and said to Donna around James "He's a bright boy,
Donna. I don't understand why he was so stupid as to steal something."
"Neither am I, Andrea," a tight lipped Donna replied, "but I don't
think he'll do it again."
"Oh I can promise you he won't...not if he ever wants to sit down again.
Over my knee, young man!"
James took a deep breath and settled himself over Andrea's lap.

"Good." Andrea grunted as she put an arm around his waist and hoisted
him up so that his bottom was in perfect position to receive the
hairbrush.
"Is your bottom still hot from my hand?" she asked as she poised the
brush.
"Yes ma'am." James mumbled into the couch's cushion.
"Well it will soon be a good deal hotter." she told her charge and
released the brush.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK
James was yelling, kicking and wriggling after that first blistering
volley, but it did him no good. Andrea was an experienced spanker and
a strong lady, she had no difficulty in holding James firmly in
position.
"Are you ever going to steal again, Jamie?" Andrea asked.
"No Aunty Andrea." the boy cried, his red bottom throbbing.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK
SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SPANK
Another stinging dose of the unyielding brush crashed into the boy's
soft, tender, burning flesh. James howled his displeasure and his
tears soaked the material of Andrea's couch.
"Quite sure?" Andrea inquired.
"Yes Miss Andrea." James wailed as he squirmed his fire hot red bottom
from side to side to try and avoid the sizzling brush spanks.
"We'll make absolutely sure then, won't we?" Andrea said and unleashed
the brush again.
SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPNK
The spanks landed hard and constantly for the next few minutes and
James tried to levitate from Andrea's lap. His bottom flamed and
bounced. Donna sat back in the sofa opposite and poured herself
another cup of tea. She appeared composed, but her hand shook slightly
and she had to fight back tears. She knew that James needed this
spanking, but it still hurt her to see her son so soundly spanked and
reduced to a bawling little boy over Andrea's stern knee and under her
punishing brush.

Andrea put the brush down and as she bent over the boy's bottom she
could feel how very hot it was through the material of her dress. It
was sizzling. She had no doubt that if the boy sat in a bowl of water
it would steam. She could see how red and sore his tender little
derriere was. She felt a wave of compassion for James as he sobbed and
blubbered over her knee. She could barely hear what he was saying, but
it seemed to be "I'm sorry, 'msorry." over and over again. Andrea put
her hand on the ruler and heard Donna's intake of hissed breath and
looked down again at the dark cherry red bottom over her knee. This
was James first ever spanking, he was genuinely sorry and she knew
that he would not steal again. The ruler was not needed this time.
James would not sit comfortably for the next few days. The brush had
done a very good job on his sit spot. "James," she said gently, "You
may stand up sweetheart."
The boy awkwardly got to his feet, falling and landing on his bottom
in the process. He let out a howl as his freshly spanked bottom hit
the rug-covered floor. "Poor baby." Andrea said and reached out to
help James to his feet, drawing him to her bosom in the process and
hugging him tightly.
James threw his arms around Andrea's neck and sobbed into her shoulder
"I'm sorry Aunty Andrea. I'm sorry I stole and you had to spank me.
Thankyou for giving me such a good spanking and I won't ever steal
aagain."
"I know you won't darling." Andrea said as she released him and turned
him around.
"Now go and join Courtney in the corner. Hands on head, no talking."
she propelled him towards the corner with a gentle smack that still
got a loud "OW!" from James. As his sister had before him he stopped
at Donna and hugged her tightly, telling her "Thanks for letting Aunty
Andrea spank me, Mum."
"My pleasure darling and I don't think this will be the only time
either, sweetie." she said as she let James go and gave his bottom a
pinch as he went to the corner.
"Is that tea still hot?" Andrea asked Donna.
Donna picked up the pot. "I'm sorry Andrea, but I seem to have drunk
nearly all of it."
"No mind. I'll have Kimberley make a fresh pot."
She rang her little bell and the blond receptionist appeared in the
parlour "Yes ma'am."
"Some more tea please Kimberley. Do you want more Donna?"
"Yes please."
"Certainly ma'am, I'll put the kettle on."
As she left, she stopped to admire the extremely well spanked, red
bottoms belonging to the two sobbing adolescents in the corner. "Now
that," she murmured, "is exactly what a properly spanked child should
look like."
Andrea chuckled as she heard the girl's comment. In the future
Kimberley was going to be an excellent spanker.
Kimberley returned with a gently steaming pot of tea and poured a
lovely, hot fresh cup for each woman. The two ladies blew on their tea
to cool it and sipped, sighing happily as they sat back and admired
the two red bottoms side by side in the corner.
"Kim," Andrea said, "would you please make two mugs of cocoa for James
and Courtney? I think they could use them to calm their nerves a
little."
"Of course ma'am." Kimberley replied with a smile and bounced out of
the room and back into the kitchen.
Kimberley returned carrying two large steaming mugs brimming with hot
cocoa. "Courtney, James," Andrea announced, "you may remove your hands
to accept your cocoa from Kimberley, but you are not to rub your
bottoms. Do you understand?"
"Yes Aunty Andrea." the twins answered.
Kimberley smiled at children as she handed them their mugs carefully.
The children took the mugs in both hands, raised them carefully to
their lips and blew on the hot liquid to cool it. As they each took a
sip they reflected that the cocoa was probably not as hot as their
bottoms were.
"How do you suggest I should treat them tonight?" Donna asked Andrea
with interest.
"Well, they're both a little sore and sorry for themselves right now
and I think what they most need is some TLC."
Donna smiled and nodded.
"When you get them home I'd pop them bare bottomed in a corner at
least until your husband arrives home. I think he should see that
they've paid for their misdeeds. Give them something light for supper,
maybe some soup and toasted sandwiches, then a bath and straight to
bed. I daresay they'll need to sleep on their tummies tonight."
"I'm sure they will." Donna agreed. "What about Jamie and the comic?"
"Oh yes that." Andrea said. There was a slight gagging sound as James
choked on his cocoa. Kimberley who was still in the parlour patted him
firmly on his back to help him. "I don't think you should take him to
the newsagent today, but tomorrow I see no problem with it."
"Yes, that sounds better. You will meet me immediately after school
tomorrow James and we will deliver that apology." Donna ordered.
"Yes Mum." he replied.
Thirty minutes later the children were dressed and dry eyed. Donna
paid Kimberley for the spankings and hugged Andrea. James and Courtney
hugged Kimberley and Andrea and thanked her once again. Then Donna
said "Same time next week then, Andrea?"
Green eyes sparkling mischievously the willowy green-eyed
disciplinarian nodded as James and Courtney clutched their bottoms and
wailed "Mum!"