Wayward Angels

This little account is part of the Annual Christmas exchange that Alyx does every year. You can find the link to her site here. https://alyxfic.wordpress.com/holiday-exchange/

It has been an extremely hard year for me, and I haven’t felt like doing much creative writing, but I wanted to contribute something to the exchange so I’m just going to leave this here..

She goes by Jane, Strict Jane, and for good reason. She exudes an air of refinement in her professional attire and her cultivated Australian accent. She is my life coach and disciplinarian and, in all rights, an imposing woman who is educated, well-spoken and kind.

I suppose it’s a cliché if tell you she commands respect but the little nervous flips my tummy does every time I meet with her is a testament that she does. My friend likes to call it the squirm factor and Jane is usually a ten on the SFM. (Squirm Factor Meter)

I’ve been meeting with her on zoom every week for about six months I suppose. Life smacked me in the face and Jane not only has kept me off the ledge but also helped me reach some goals that I thought would never be attainable like losing fifty-five pounds and getting my health back on track. Of course, it’s been up and down and more often than not we’ve either begun or ended a session with me sitting on a sore bottom.

I was a little skeptical about the whole directed self spanking thing at first but she made me a believer on the first one, after she expertly directed me to spank myself with a hard walnut paddle that we affectionally named Wally!

I take the whole experience very seriously. Trying to get through the tragic loss of my life partner of nearly twenty years without relying on my old nemesis of drinking alcohol to cope. It isn’t easy but I want to be the best version of me I can be and not go down that rabbit hole of self-destruction.

It hasn’t been a perfect journey. I slipped here and there and I remember the first time I had to write Jane and tell her about my first de-rail. I felt a great sense of shame that I let her down and honestly, I’m my own worst critic so I spent the next couple of days beating myself up about how I just blew thirty-two days of sobriety. After a very thorough spanking and an essay explaining what happened and what I learned from it I was absolved of my sins. Jane always makes me feel better and I had a refreshed optimism about starting again.

The next time was very different. I had a difficult weekend coming up with camping with my friends in the mountains over my partners birthday weekend. Jane and I had talked it through and I thought we had a good plan in place but there was this little voice nagging at me that wasn’t convinced. Jane had even checked in with me to see how the weekend was going but that didn’t seem to stop me. For whatever reason, as soon as I hit the mountains, the drinking began and I didn’t look back nor did I have any regard for my goals or the current hundred-day challenge I was on that included not drinking. I consciously just said fuck it! On my partners Birthday there was more drinking which resulted in me not being able drive home that Sunday and even after Monday’s hangover, Monday night I cancelled my trainer appointment at the Gym and more drinking. So, a four-day fuck up! 

Then the guilt and shame set in. I was due to meet with Jane on Tuesday evening and knew I couldn’t look her in the eye and tell her what a complete idiot I had been. I even toyed with the idea of not telling her anything but then that’s just dumb and in the words of my friend Juli, I had to Women up and spill! I sent her an email and confessed in detail what had transpired.

I felt horrible and as I neared my appointment time with Jane. My stomach was in knots. Whatever Jane had in store for me I knew I had coming but the worst part was the guilt and shame for letting us both down, again.

God, I nearly bailed as I waited. The computer screen in front of me saying your host will let you in shortly. My heart sank a bit as Janes friendly face appeared on the screen. I enabled my video and audio and waited.

“Hello, how are you Clare?”

She hadn’t seen the email.

“Well, I guess you didn’t see my email,” I said with a grimace.

She said no I and wanted to know what had happened. I tried to explain, stumbling through my explanation which I wasn’t doing a very good job of and I could see her now skimming through what presumably was my email.

She understood the weekend had triggers for me but the fact that I made a conscious decision to just blow it all off and binge drink the whole weekend and even again on Monday night she made clear was going to be addressed.

“A four-day fuck up indeed”, quoting from my e-mail. “Well, we are going to deal with this now,” she told me before directing me to get Wally ready and bare my bottom. I knew I was going to get it and deservedly so.

She then proceeded to deliver the longest hardest spanking I’d had from her. I don’t know what was worse, the spanking itself or the very stern lecture I was receiving as she went through the days of my weekend transgressions.

You’re probably thinking how bad can it be when you’re swinging the paddle yourself? Well, when Jane is directing you, the spanking is whatever she wants it to be. I remember when she was giving me sets of four at a time, she told me to slow down and make them count! She says that a lot, make them count. So, I did. I swung Wally with all that I had, following Janes every direction. It hurt, and my behind was getter hotter and hotter. I have no idea was the sum total of the spanks were, as Jane has a way of making you think it’s going to be a set number but then she directs multiple spanks with one count. I don’t remember if we were up to a count of eighty or ninety but I was hoping it was coming to an end. No such luck. The last ten were to be sets of ten hard and fast on one cheek at a time. Another hundred!

On the count of one hundred I delivered the last ten. My arm was tired but I persevered and gave myself the thrashing Jane expected. By now by bottom was throbbing and no doubt a little bruised but my punishment was over, or so I thought.

She asked me if my bottom was nice and hot. I told her it was. She said I deserved it. What happened next took me completely off guard. She told me not to cover up and to go get a bar of soap. What the hell was this? She told me if I put alcohol in my mouth like a reckless teenager then she’s going to put soap in mine!

Shit! I got up from the bed, picked up my lap top and shuffled over to the bathroom cabinet. Setting down the computer on the bathroom sink counter I retrieved a bar of Dove soap from the cupboard.

She told me to get a spit cup or be close to a sink. Her strict directions were very matter of fact. This was definitely a first for me but I did what she asked.

Jane told me to put the soap in my mouth.  She said she wanted me to rub my tongue all over it and really taste the soap. I did. it was disgusting. She asked me a couple of questions of which I tried to answer yes Ma’am as best I could with the bar I had protruding from my mouth. After a couple of minutes, she instructed me to take the soap out of my mouth but I was not allowed to rinse. I have to tell you I have very acute taste buds and God, this was horrible! I wanted so bad to get this stuff out of my mouth and for it to be over.

But this wasn’t over. Jane directed me to get in a corner, put my nose to the wall, put my hands on my shoulders and stand with my heels together. I could spit if I felt the urge to swallow but no rinsing.

Jane began lecturing me and told me to think about this the next time I want to put alcohol in my mouth.

So here I was, standing in the corner of my bathroom with my bare bottom throbbing. My shorts and underwear were now in a pool at feet and my soapy-mouth, watering in reaction to the ghastly taste in my mouth. I felt like a penitent little girl.

I was probably only standing there for a few minutes but it felt like an eternity so I was relieved when Jane said I could finally rinse my mouth out and pull up my pants.

I took my laptop into the living room and gingerly lowered myself on to the couch. Jane wasn’t done with me, however. For the last part of my punishment, I was to hand write in my journal one hundred reasons why I don’t, or shouldn’t drink, take a picture of them and send them to her.

Finally, it was over, and pun intended, I felt cleansed. Then Jane did what she does best and made me forgive and love myself. She wasn’t leaving until I told her one thing I like about myself. Okay. I remember smiling when I told her I like the way I look now in my work suit with my aviator sunglasses on.

I did feel better. We probably overuse the word cathartic, but that’s how I felt. I was renewed with a sense of optimism that I can be the best version of me, and the four-day fuck-up was behind me. 

This little tongue in cheek story is part of the Annual Christmas Gift Exchange that Alyx does on her blog every year. Since the real Olympics were canceled this year, I thought I’d have a little fun with a story about them. (Some of you may have seen the beginning of this story.) You can find Alyx’s blog with all the other wonderful stories here. Links & Xmas Exchange | Alyxfic (wordpress.com)

2020 Spanking Olympics

“Welcome one and all. It’s my great privilege to welcome you to the opening ceremony of the 2020 Spanking Olympics. I’m your host, Fannie Bottoms and joining me as usual is the talented gold medal winner, the toppiest of Tops and my wonderful co-host, Teddy Bare.

“Thank you Fannie it’s great to be back here and you can almost feel the tingling of excitement as we get ready for the parade of Nations.”

“It’s certainly is Teddy and I can guarantee there’s going to be tingling but what’s even more special about these games is that even though the Athletes come from all over the World they compete together. This truly is a multinational event. It just makes me wonder if we’ll see a repeat of last year’s excellent antics in the Olympic Village?”

“I hardly think replacing the Gold Medals with chocolate medallions for the freestyle medal ceremony and putting fireworks in the Olympic flame was excellent Fannie, but I believe the brats behavior truly inspired some of the best displays of topping I’ve seen in a long time. It brought tears of joy to my eyes watching the gold medal performance of the Synchronized Spanking event in the last games. Team Germany/Belgium and team England/Norway were stunning. Not only did they wield their straps together but the consistent stripes left on their brat bottoms were perfect. Every detail was practiced and precise down to the lovely even shade of red on each of the brats sit spots.”

“I did enjoy that Teddy, and what about that decathlon event? Talk about stamina. Ten different implements over the course of five days. I don’t know how they do it.  The Brits were simply brilliant in the caning event weren’t they? There’s talk that caning is somewhat of a dying art. Do you agree with that Teddy?”

“First, let me correct you Fannie. It was the team from England that dominated the caning event. Some of them might object to being lumped in with the rest of the Britain. And let’s not forget the team from Scotland who really didn’t have any competition in the tawse event.  As to your question, no. I don’t think caning is a dying art. It’s steeped in tradition, for the English especially, but it’s not an easy implement for tops to master that’s why some shy away from it.”

“England, Britain, does it really matter Teddy? And there’s some brats that say if caning isn’t a dying art then maybe it bloody should be.”

“I’ll remind you Fanny that we are broadcasting live and I’ll be happy to demonstrate that caning is alive and well to the viewers at home if you’d like?”

“Umm, no, all good, point taken. Who do you think will be the paddle bearer for this year’s event Teddy?”

“I don’t think there’s any question Fannie. It has to be the freestyle gold medal winners from the last Olympics.  That performance left a lasting impression on so many more than just the brat from Italy. The young American Switch from the south was stunning and it was a long week for the brat from Italy but she held her own and help them take home the gold.”

“You’re absolutely right Teddy, it was marvelous to watch and we got to call the event which made it even more special. Let’s take a look back shall we, and replay the gold medal final for our viewers at home.”

“Welcome to the final of the Freestyle Spanking event. As expected, the team from USA/Italy will go head to head with the team from England/Norway. Joining me today for the call is gold medal winner and Top extraordinaire Teddy Bare. Teddy who do you think has the edge in this event, any predictions?”

“It’s so hard to say Fannie. The performances over the course of the past two weeks have been truly spectacular to watch. I’m just wondering how much the team from England/Norway has left in tank after winning the gold in the Spanking Decathlon. But they’ve had a couple of days to rest up so it’s really anyone’s to take.”

“That’s a good point Teddy, I don’t think I’ve seen a redder behind than on the brat from Norway after the final paddling event. I really thought she was going to safe word but the brat that she is, took them all the way to gold. I think the question on everyone’s mind is the position. Will the teams take a risk in this final or will they go with the traditional OTK?”

“Well there are certainly options Fannie but I’m not sure either team will want to take that risk. OTK all the way. The judges will be looking for any little mistakes so I think the classic OTK will be the choice of both these teams. As you well know Fannie, “Go Big or Go Home” is not always the best choice now is it?”

“Umm no Ma’am it certainly is not, and I’m sitting on a pillow today to prove it. Yes, you’re right Teddy, out come the straight-backed chairs and it looks like, wait…yes, the young American has a paddle and the English/Norway team have opted for a rather thick backed hairbrush. What do you think of these choices Teddy?”

“Smart choice from both teams, this is truly shaping up to be final for the asses. I’m sorry, excuse me, final for the masses. Both these implements are excellent choices. Less than a minute to go now and the tops have taken their positions on the chairs. It’s a tough panel of judges for this final too. I’m told the Mayor will be especially critical on style points she’ll be looking for a thorough spanking with very little fuss from the brats in this final.”

“Here we go Teddy. The brats will be called to take their place on the marks in front of their tops. Then the competition will begin. Let’s listen for the announcement.”

Welcome to the 2020 Freestyle Spanking final. Will the bottoms from Norway and Italy assume their positions.

“Bottoms pfft, they’re just brats! As soon as they get to their respective marks about 6 feet in front of the chairs the tops will take over and the competition will begin. It going to be interesting to see the tops approach here isn’t it, Teddy? Both brats are in position and we are underway!

Oh, look at this, the Top from England is out of her chair and has her brat by the ear. She’s escorting her back to her chair. That’s got to make her squirm Teddy. And look she’s wasting no time baring her bottom and putting the young Norwegian over her knee.

The American is taking a different approach. She’s locked eyes with her brat and is beckoning her over with her finger. And now she’s making the Italian bare her own bottom! Oh my, what do you make of this Teddy?”

“Two very different displays of domination here. The English top taking a very direct approach but I like the start from the American. She’s certainly going for squirm factor points. The judges are going to like that. Let’s see what they do with the warm up. Again, team England/Norway are wasting no time. There is already a lovely shade of pink on the brat’s bottom. Oh, but look at the USA/Italy team. Those are beautiful upward swings from the American. It’s got the Italian brat wincing already. This team really means business the way those spanks are glancing off, it really is a lovely technique but I hope the young Italian is prepared for it.”

“Well its already making me squirm Teddy. At what point do the Tops decide the warmup up over? Is it the color of the brat’s bottom? Is it the brat’s reaction or does the Top have a count in her head? I’ve always wanted to know what determines when the dreaded main event will start.”

“Well it’s a little bit of all that Fannie, but a good Top knows her brat and the longer they’ve been working together the more decisive a Top will be. The American is going for the sit spots now, so I think they’re close. It’s really important to warm the entire area up or the brat will just squirm too much.

They’ve both stopped now. Look at the lovely shade of red on those cheeks and from the wincing on both the brats faces I think they are well and truly warm. The England/Norway team is not even stopping for a little rub she’s going right to town with that hairbrush, Fanny!

Now the American has the paddle in hand. Oooh, look at the Italians face as that one connected! She’s picking up a lovely rhythm now. It’s really hard to tell which team is out in front at this point. Both the brats are starting to squirm and now look at the English Top starting to double up on the sit spots.”

“This is where it’s won or lost Teddy. Which team will prevail and which team will take home the Silver?

Oh No! that was a big kick from the Italian. That’s going to cost them some points Teddy. Will they be able to recover from that? The American is going in for the leg hook Teddy, what do you make of this?”

“Well I think she has to Fanny, that kick most certainly cost them points. The American top needs to reassert her control and show the judges she means business. The Italian brat’s legs are pinned beautifully now and look at those spanks to her sit spots. Hard and fast, that’s a beautiful finally. The clock is winding down Fanny have team USA/Italy done enough to recover, or will the gold go to the England/Norway team?” No, they’ve done it! Team USA/Italy take the gold. What a remarkable recovery from the American and those may actually be tears of joy from the young Italian!”

“What a moment that was Teddy! We’re back live at the opening ceremony where the Freestyle gold medalist from the last Olympics are indeed the paddle bearers for this multinational delegation.”

“Yes Fanny and I see quite a lot of the delegations have entered now but something is amiss here. Where are all the brats?”

“Oh, don’t worry Teddy I’m sure they’ll be, ahem, dropping in any minute now.”

“What do you mean Fanny? Do you know something? Perhaps you can enlighten our viewers at home as well as me young lady.”

“Um, I think if you look up Teddy, it will all become clear.”

“What on earth? Is that some kind of zip line?”

“Yes it brilliant, isn’t it Teddy? But watch she’ll drop off at the very end onto the big air mat.”

“Oh my goddess, that’s the brat from Australia, and she’s let go!”

“Epic, and look at the horrified look on the Mayors face. The brats always try and outdo the previous year’s ceremony, don’t they Teddy? This is something we’re going to remember for a long time.”

“Yes, and I’m sure the Australian going to remember the spanking she’s going get for a long time after that stunt. Fanny, this is far from epic. It’s dangerous and reckless and I don’t know what they are thinking None of them and any kind of safety harness on.  Here come more of them now and I have to remind the viewers watching this should not be attempted at home.”

“Well they could hardly drop onto the mat if they had the safety harness on, now could they? Oh Teddy, it really is epic. Quite an adrenalin rush I nearly peed my pants when I …”

“When you what Fanny?”

“Oh, um, no nothing Teddy. Umm, it just looks like it would be fun? Look, there’s the young Italian dropping down now and the British team. Crap the Tops don’t look too happy though do they.”

“Of course they don’t. Fanny, you have one opportunity to answer me.  Did you ride down on that contraption young lady?”

“Well, Teddy, Ma’am. I, umm sort of helped them set it up yesterday, so I had to give it a couple of test runs to make sure we had the mat in the right place and stuff.”

“Well if we can pan the cameras down to the arena floor you can see some of the tops have already taken matters in their hands and I think this presents an excellent opportunity to give our viewers at home and up close and personal look at a spanking in this opening ceremony.”

“What do you mean Teddy? Oh no, please. No one got hurt. This was just a harmless piece of fun?”

“No one got hurt yet but judging by the number of brats over knees down there, there is going to be quite a lot of smarting behinds soon and yours will be no exception.”

“Teddy please, we’re on the air!”

“So we are Fanny. Now for everyone watching at home, when you have a brat protesting like this I find the best method for getting her compliant is to be quite firm with her. So as you can see I simply grasped her ear and put her across my knee like so. Then I’ll bare her bottom and get down to business.”

“Teddy Nooo…., please. I’m sorry.”

“See, it can be quite effective when you have a bare bottom over your lap but I can assure you she’s going to be a lot sorrier in a few minutes. You know that good and well from experience don’t you Fanny?”

“Yes Ma’am, I do.”

“Good girl. Now I’m going to begin. Normally I’d start a little slower and not as hard but the reckless nature of these actions warrants something to get her attention right away. So as you can see these are nice hard swats.”

“Ow, ow Teddy that hurts, please.”

“I’m Just getting started young lady and you know it. These are rather hard though, my hand is starting to sting.  Let’s see her reaction when I pay her sit spots some attention shall we.”

“Fuck Teddy, that hurts no more please!”

“Tut tut, swearing like this is not setting a very good example for the viewers at home is it?”

“Ow, ow, Teddy not so hard!”

“Now, ladies et al, as you can see, we’ve got a lovely deep red setting in here. How’s that feeling Fanny!”

“How d’ya think it feels, me bums on fire here!”

“Splendid. Then, a few with the hairbrush should get you in the right headspace before we get to the cane demonstrations. After all it would be a shame not to give a demonstration from the former gold medal winners wouldn’t it Fanny.”

“Oh Yeah, a real bloody shame. Shit, ow, how is that damn brush so hard?”

 “Well, as you can see this is a lovely heavy Mason Pearson hair brush and one of my absolute favourites. Look at the way I can snap it down. She’s really feeling a lovely deep sting with this one.”

“I wouldn’t use the term lovely Teddy. Ow please, not there!”

“And that’s the money swats, right here when the legs meet the underside of her bottom. We make sure to give them lots of attention.”

“Ow, ow, they don’t need any more attention! Really Teddy I think you given the viewers at home, Ow, plenty!”

“Also something to remember for the viewers at home, you never let the brat top from the bottom. You are in charge and you dictate what’s happening here! Fanny’s trying to wangle her way out of this so I’m going to go a bit harder here and let her know who’s boss.”

“OW NOOO!”

“Settle down Fanny. As you can see, she’s starting to kick here so this is where that simple little leg hook comes in handy as we saw in that splendid performance from the young American. It gives you that extra stability when she’s really starting to squirm. I’ll show you with these last ten that will be nice and hard!”

“Ten? Nooo…. Ow.. I’m sorry Teddy, I really am!”

“There, now.  Look at that splendid color, and as you can see we have a repentant brat don’t we Fanny?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Teddy. Please no more. I’m not going to be able to sit through the rest of the broadcast as it is.”

“You should have thought about that before you did something so reckless Fanny. Now up you get and face away from the camera so the viewers can get a good look at the results.”

“Well I can certainly feel the results, Teddy. I’m sure you’ll get some glowing reviews. I certainly will!”

“Right then, I’m going to be using a medium thick rattan cane for this next demonstration. See how much it bends? And listen to that lovely swish. That flexibility going to provide a nice whippy snap when I bring it down on poor Teddy’s bottom. It really going to smart. The real struggle here is for the brat to keep still during a good caning. As you can hear from Fanny’s groans she’s really not fond of the cane but she’s usually a good girl and keeps in form.” 

“Don’t have much of a choice do I Teddy?”

“You always have a choice Fanny. That’s the beauty of all this isn’t it? Now what I’m going to show you is a little technique I fondly refer to as the five bar gate. It’s a reference to the old English country farm gates. I’m going to place five even stripes about an inch apart on Fanny’s bottom then I’m going to finish it off with a diagonal stripe that intersects them all.”

“But Teddy how is that a five bar gate that’s six isn’t it?”

“A five-bar gate is just a reference Fanny. A proper caning is always six of the best. You know that, but I’d be happy to demonstrate a 10 bar gate if you keep sassing me!”

“No Teddy that just fine!”

“That’s what I thought. Now Fanny, toes please.”

“See how she bends over, just barely touching her toes with her fingertips. That makes her bottom nice and tight and she’ll really feel the bite of the cane. She can make any sound she likes but the key is not to move out of position. If she does, the stroke will be repeated and of course in competition, we would get points deducted. Now I’m going to begin. A nice high ark with the arm and a snap of the wrist at the end like this!”

“Oweeee, bloody hell.”

“Yes, that’s a nice one Fanny, see how that red line is blossoming. Now the key is to get the next one right below like so.”

“Ahhhhh.. hurts so much!”

“Well Fanny it looks like they’ve put us up on the big screen in the arena so your fellow brats along with their tops are all watching. Number three coming up right below the last one. Oh, I like that one!”

“Oww! shit, shit shit!”

“Use you breathing technique Fanny. You sure have some pretty lines forming. Here comes number four! That’s Lovely, perfectly spaced!”

“Not lovely, friggin hurts like hell Teddy!”

“Now the next two are where it’s all won or lost. The stripes have gotten lower and lower and if my aim is true, the next one is going to connect with that oh so tender area on the underside of her bottom. And you know my aim is going to be true don’t you Fanny?”

“Yes Teddy. YEOUCH!!!!!”

“Not sure if the crowd down there is clapping for, you or me but they’re certainly enjoying this.”

“Well, I’m glad someone bloody is.”

“You’re doing splendidly Fanny. That’s why you’ve been my lovely brat all these years. Now the last one for all the marbles. This one is by far the worst, as it connects with all the previous ones. It’s truly a white-hot stinger…And look, it’s a beauty!”

“BLOODY HELL! SHIT, FUCK, BUGGER, DAMN!”

“Fanny, you’ll watch your tongue young lady!”

“Okay but can I rub now? Please.”

“No, you may not, but you can take your chair and we can finish our broadcast. Look, we have a standing ovation from the arena floor Fanny.”

“Yeah, well standing would be my choice at the moment too Teddy.”

“Not happening Fanny. Now I think all the delegations have entered so it’s my privilege to once again welcome one and all to the 2020 Spanking Olympics.”

“Indeed, Let the games begin Teddy!”

I know today has brought good news to many of us and I have more! My good friend an fellow F/F Spanking author has a fantastic new book entitled Guardian Island.

Check out he blurb and link below.

A high school dropout, Jade was alone with no real family or friends. Just barely making ends meet and working in a second-hand motorbike shop, she thought she couldn’t lose anymore until she lost her world as well. While riding her bike home, she was cut off, her bike skidding uncontrollably, and then there as blackness. When she woke, everything was different.

Sienna was the leader of her world, a strange, isolated island that was full or more questions than answers. With each full moon, someone new would appear on the island. Where that person came from and why was a mystery, but they always found their place. They became a need filled, or a prayer answered. At least everyone so far had… but then there was Jade.

Jade was different. Combative and impossible, she Sienna butt heads from the start. Both stubborn, yet both lost in their own ways, they somehow connect. Through old-fashioned discipline, love, and sheer force of will, Sienna opens Jade’s eyes to a new reality, while Jade teaches Sienna about just what it takes to be a true leader. Like all things, however, nothing can stay the same forever. Just as Jade and Sienna start to accept one another, Sienna’s niece, Madeline, discovers a new reality that could change everything. Will Jade and Sienna love and determination be able to survive these new discoveries, or will their world’s collide, ruining the society that Sienna has worked so hard to create and their love in the process?

For and extended excerpt be sure to visit Stardawn’s website and be sure to let the author know what think by leaving a review.

https://stardawncabot.wordpress.com/2020/06/29/guardian-island-teaser-2/

Happy Reading!

Its been a while since I’ve posted anything but I’m excited to share that our very own Jojo has a new book entitled Love on the Lucy Dean. Check out the blurb and link below.

Sasha McKenzie, talented artist, disorganized brat, recovering from a failed love affair meets her match in the form of Lara, an architect spending the summer aboard Sasha’s beloved house boat. With understanding and great perception, Lara brings chaos under control with a steady hand, and from a rocky start love blossoms upon The Lucy Dean.

You can find her book om Amazon here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08FTJJFD4

Jojo, Writing under the name of Caroline Bentley, has also published a sequel to her Anthology story.

Follow the antics of Philippa ‘Pip’ Brown and her long suffering girlfriend Jude Daniels. Pip lives with Jude in the sleepy village of Lower Chiltern. Much to the exasperation of Jude, Pip usually finds herself in trouble or trouble finds her. 

In this short story, Pip turns detective. Mrs Garcia’s husband hasn’t ever been seen, and there’s talk in the village that she has had a new patio laid. Pip is determined to get to the bottom of the matter, before her girlfriend gets to the bottom of the matter with her. 

This is intended as a lighthearted series, generally ending up with Pip being taken in hand and given a sound spanking. Pip first appears in the anthology “Twelve seconds: An anthology of lesbian spanking romance.”

I for one, intend to check out both stories this weekend and if you do, don’t forget to let the author know how you liked it by leaving a review!

Happy New Year Everyone! I’m finally posting my Christmas Story for Alyx’s Christmas exchange. https://alyxfic.wordpress.com/links/

My story is part 2 of Holiday Intervention that I wrote for the Xmas exchange in 2017. Yes, I know, I’m a slow writer but I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. Part 1 can be found here. https://waywardangels.wordpress.com/claire-britain/

Holiday Intervention – Part Two

Peggy gently knocked on the door as she entered Joanna’s bedroom. She threw an armful of clothes on the bed on the opposite side of the room.

“Jo, are you okay?” she asked timidly, seeing the upper classmen face down on her bed.

After getting no response she turned to leave the room, then turned back around.

“Look Jo, I’m sorry, I didn’t ask for this. I wouldn’t bother you at all, but Helen insisted. I’ll try and stay out of your hair okay. I can set up in the living room since everyone’s gone.” She said miserably.

“No wait, Peggy,” Joanna started, rolling over on her side to look at the sad freshmen.

“It’s okay, put your stuff away. I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself is all. I’m afraid I’ve been rather stupid, and I paid for it rather with Helen. So, kiddo, I hear you’re a little sad yourself. Come sit down and tell me all about it.” She said tapping the bed.

Peggy grinned at Joanna’s words and bounced over to her bed.

“Thanks Jo, are you okay, it sounded like you got it good from swim-bo.”

“Swim-bo? What on earth is that?” Joanna replied, with a confused look on her face.

“It’s an acronym, shh, you can’t say anything, but all the freshmen call Helen that. SWMBO, it stands for She Who Must Be Obeyed.”

Joanna erupted in a fit of laughter at Peggy’s revelation. “Oh my god, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all week, classic!”

Peggy grinned, seeing Joanna laugh, until Helen’s ominous frame appeared in the doorway.

“Good it sounds like you two are hitting it off, we’re ordering pizza. Peggy are you still just veggie or do you want something else?”

“Um, thanks, but I’m good, I’m not really hungry. You get what you like, I’m okay.” She replied, not making eye contact with Helen.

“Nonsense, you haven’t eaten since breakfast, I’ll order a large side salad for us all too. It should be quick, since most of campus is gone. How are you doing Jo?” Helen asked looking at her friend.

“A lot better actually,” Joanna replied with a small grin, winking at Peggy.

“Good to hear, and I have a little surprise, were going to have pizza and movie night. I may have gotten lucky and scored a particular movie for our new DVD player. Any guesses Peggy?” Helen asked, as she left the room humming the infamous Celine Dion Song.

“Oh my god, you got Titanic? Really?”
“Yep, and pizza should be here in 30 minutes!” She heard Helen reply from the stairs.
While they were waiting on the pizza to arrive Peggy shared the details of her parents’ divorce with Joanna.

“I’m so sorry Peggy, I kind of screwed things up for you, didn’t I? You could be having a nice Christmas break with Helen and Karen instead of stuck here with me.”

“Honestly, I’m just happy to be here with you guys. I really am,” Peggy replied with a small smile. “Now let me let you in on another little secret called arnica cream!”
***
Karen was seated on the couch clutching a pillow when Joanna and Peggy entered the living room.

“Jo, I’m sorry, I was just scared, I didn’t know what to do, I had to tell Helen!” Karen began.

“Karen it’s okay, I brought this on myself,” Joanna said, gingerly lowering herself on the couch. “And you had every right to go to Helen. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I owe you an apology too. This won’t happen again, I promise you.” Joanna replied repentantly.

“Did she use the paddle? I hate that thing!” Karen grimaced.

“Not this time but I guess on Friday when we talk about the drugs.”

“Oh, you are so dead my friend, but after that, it will be behind you. There’s something to be said for a clean slate!”

“Well you would know all about that, wouldn’t you darling!” Helen said, coming into the living room and putting the pizza and salad down on the coffee table. “Ready for the movie?”

“Yes, I can’t believe you got Titanic!” Peggy replied excitedly as Helen put in the DVD.
Joanna noticed that Peggy didn’t touch the pizza and just picked at a few leaves of lettuce while she was glued to the movie.

“Peggy, I know this is your favorite movie but you need to eat!” Joanna said, pushing the pizza box across the coffee table.

“Not hungry, besides, I’m watching my weight, I’ve put on a few pounds.”

“Peggy your skinny as a rail, what are you talking about, you don’t need to watch your weight if anything a few extra pounds would do you good!” Helen admonished.

Joanna saw Peggy look at the pizza like it was her worst enemy. She grabbed the smallest piece, took a small bite and put the rest of it on her plate where it remained until the end of the movie.

“I’ll clean up,” Peggy said as the movie rolled the credits.

“Thanks Peggy, but you hardly touched your pizza.” Joanna said with a frown.
“I thought we’d be travelling all day so I had a huge breakfast.” Peggy replied collecting the plates and pizza box and taking it to the kitchen.
She returned a couple of minutes later, yawning. “I think I’m going to hit it, I was up early.”

“Wait, before you do Peggy, I just want to say how sorry I am. I let you all down and you’re here now and missing your break because of me. I hope in time you’ll forgive me.” Joanna announced somberly.

“It’s going to be okay Jo, we’ll get through this together,” Helen replied, getting up and hugging her friend.

“Yep, you know we’re here for you Jo,” Karen said, stretching, with a small yawn of her own.

“Sounds like we’re all a little sleepy, I’m going to hit it too.” Joanna replied.

“Well I’m always tired after a good spanking so you must be exhausted!” Karen said grinning.

“Is that so, well you better get up the stairs before your girlfriend, decides you need something to help you sleep!” Joanna replied.

“You girls go on up, I need a quick moment with Joanna.” Helen said in a more serious tone as Karen and Peggy started to ascend the stairs.
Joanna looked at Helen trying to gauge her mood.

“Sit,” Helen said, gesturing back towards the couch. “Jo, you and I go back a long way but we’re here now because of you. The next two weeks, you are going to do the work to get caught up. I want you in my study at nine sharp tomorrow morning to get started. I have your course work and Professor Myers has kindly given me a series of quizzes which I’ll be giving you.”

“But Helen why do I need to work in your study? And nine? We are on break it’s a little early….”

Before Joanna could finish her sentence, she found herself propelled over Helen’s lap, her pajamas and panties around her knees.

“I’ll tell you what young lady, let’s make it eight o’clock!” Helen replied as she started to pepper Joanna’s backside with her palm.

“Ow, okay Helen I’m sorry, yes, eight o’clock.” Joanna pleaded, as Helen continued to smack her behind over and over.

Joanna wanted the chastisement to stop. Her earlier encounter with Helen had left her poor rear end flaming and now Joanna’s palm was reigniting that previous inferno.

“Please Helen, no more, I understand,” she pleaded, as Helen went to work on the underside of her bottom.

Just as Joanna was about to plead her case for her poor backside again, Helen stopped and rested her hand on Joanna’s throbbing behind.

“Up you get,” Helen directed, helping Joanna off her lap. “I would usually make you stand in the corner to think about that for a while, but it’s getting late. Now, ready to try this again?”

“Yes Helen,” Joanna replied miserably, as she fumbled to right her pajamas and panties.
“Now then, tomorrow morning, eight o’clock, my study. And Joanna, if you’re a minute late or if your quizzes aren’t to my satisfaction, you’ll be right back over my knee. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am, I understand, I won’t let you down Helen, I know you’re doing this for me.”

“Good girl, now go and get some sleep it’s late.” Helen replied, getting up and hugging her friend. “Oh, and Jo.”

Joanna paused and turned to look at her friend from the third step of the stairs.

“I think since you’re going to need to focus these next two weeks, bedtime for you will be ten. Don’t you agree?”

Joanna opened her mouth ready to protest but when she saw Helen fold her arms and look at her expectantly, she thought better of it. “Yes Ma’am, ten o’clock.”

Helen smiled, “Night Jo.”
***
“Jo, wake up, it’s after seven.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I have to get up this early on break. What are you doing up already Peggy?” Joanna replied, opening one eye and looking over at her.

“I went for a run, then made breakfast, come on you better not be late for Helen after yesterday.”

“Thanks Peggy I’ll be down in a minute.”

“You look a little pale, are you okay Peggy?” Joanna asked as she entered the kitchen about fifteen minutes later.

“Yeh, I’m fine, just a little tired from my run, is all…”

“Peggy!” Joanna exclaimed as she caught the red headed freshmen who was wavering and about to fall down.

“Are you okay, what’s going on Peggy? Are you feeling okay? Sit down here and take a minute.” Joanna said helping Peggy to one of the kitchen chairs.

“Yes, I’m okay, maybe a little light headed from my run is all, I’m fine,” Peggy replied.

“Here drink this,” Joanna directed, handing Peggy a bottle of water. “You probably need to eat; you didn’t touch dinner last night. How about I serve you up some of those eggs and sausages you made?”

“Thanks Jo, I’ll be fine really, besides, I’ve already eaten.” Peggy replied not making eye contact with Joanna.

“Peggy?” Joanna questioned with a warning tone in her voice. “What’s with all the running and hardly eating lately? You better not be starving yourself to lose weight!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Jo, of course I’m not, I just ate. Now you better eat and get moving if you’re going to be on time for Helen. Karen’s still sleeping I think, but Helen’s been up a while.” Peggy replied, getting up and grabbing a plate for Joanna.

“You just sit there and take it easy,” Joanna said, relieving Peggy of the plate and sitting her back down in the chair. “I’ll get you some juice.”

“Joanna I just had juice now please stop fussing and eat your breakfast, otherwise you’re going to be pretty hungry come lunch time!”

Joanna just leveled her gaze at Peggy, who was watching her expectantly as she ate her eggs.

“Peggy are you sure you’re alright?” Joanna asked, as she put her plate in the sink.

“Yes, right as rain, really. I think you’re right, I just needed to eat. I’ll make us some soup and sandwiches for lunch, tell Helen I’ll have it ready at noon.”

“Peggy, you don’t have to cook for us you know? This is your break and we can all pitch in. I don’t want you exerting yourself if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m fine, now would you go. Your backside won’t stand another thrashing so soon if you’re late for Helen!”

“Hmm, well you take it easy, I’ll have Karen come check on you.”

“Okay good luck with Helen.”

Joanna drug her way back up the stairs to the top floor and knocked on Helens open, study door.

“Good, on time. Come on in Jo”, Helen said getting up from her seated position behind her desk. “I’ll leave you to it, here is the study guide for the modules you’ll be covering today. You can break for lunch then finish up and I’ll give you the quiz. Questions?”

“Well, you seem to have this all figured out, don’t you?” Joanna asked wryly. “But Helen, there is one thing. I’m a little worried about Peggy. She looked very pale this morning and a little wobbly to be honest. She said she ate after her run but can you check on her? She’s on this losing weight nonsense, and since when was she a runner?”

“You don’t think she’s telling you the truth?”

“I don’t know, there’s just something off, she couldn’t look me in the eye when I asked her if she ate today.”

“Joanna, there’s one thing I’ve learned, and that’s to trust your gut about these things. Let’s go talk to her.”

“Okay, she was in the kitchen when I left her.”

***
“She’ll be fine, her electrolytes are all over the place and her blood sugar was way too low. That’s why she passed out. She told me she’s been dieting but from her levels, I’d say she hasn’t been eating much at all. You can take her home, have her eat some proper food and she’ll be fine,” the emergency room doctor informed them, when the three women stood to greet him in the ER waiting room.

“Thank you, Doctor, we’ll make sure she does.”

“You were right Jo, I’ve half a mind to give her a dose of my hairbrush for being so irresponsible,” Helen said, pacing the waiting room after the doctor had left.

“Helen, let me handle Peggy, I think we have a connection, she opened up to me about her parents. I’ll make sure she’s eating right.”

“You’re not going to cook anything are you Jo? The poor girl will never eat!” Karen quipped with a grin.

“Very funny,” Joanna returned, folding her arms.

“She’s teasing you Jo”, Helen said with a big grin. “Well, if you think you can get through to her, she’s all yours but I want to know if there’s any issues.”

“There you are, how are you feeling Peggy?” Joanna asked, as a volunteer wheeled her out into the waiting room.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry you guys, I didn’t want you to be here all day waiting for me, I think I just overdid the running.” Peggy replied sheepishly.

Joanna could see Helen about to come unglued at the Freshmen’s cagey response.

“Well Karen and Helen are going to get the car, and you and I can talk about it when we get back to the house.” Joanna replied raising her eyes in Helens direction.
***
Peggy felt wretched on the drive back to the Sorority House. She hadn’t meant to have her three friends dragged to the ER for nearly 6 hours. In retrospect, Peggy knew she had brought it on herself. She just wanted to lose five more pounds, then maybe a boy might notice her like they fawned over some of the other girls in the house.

“Let’s get you into bed, then you and I are going to have a little chat. Helen is going to bring you up something to eat,” Joanna said, helping Peggy into bed.

“I really don’t have to go to bed. I’m okay Jo, you don’t have to fuss, I just overdid it that’s all.” Peggy replied with a sulk on her face.

“Young lady I suggest you stop right now! The doctor made it very clear that you haven’t been eating, so I suggest you stop with the act. Now I’m going to ask you a question, and I expect a straight answer.”

Peggy’s tummy did a little flip and her eyes went wide at Joanna’s stern demeanor. “Oh…okay.”

“When I asked you if you had eaten this morning, were you telling me the truth?” Joanna asked, locking eyes with Peggy.

Peggy blushed and fumbled with the bed sheets. She slowly looked up, catching Joanna’s piercing green eyes staring at her, and immediately averted her eyes that were beginning to tear up, back to the bedsheets.

“I…I suppose I wasn’t entirely truthful about that, sorry Joanna, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” she replied with a trembling lip.

“Oh Peggy,” Joanna said sympathetically, giving the young woman a reassuring hug.

“What’s going on? Talk to me”

“Well, I was trying to lose weight, I guess I overdid it a little.”

“Peggy, you don’t need to lose any weight, just what’s this all about?”

“I thought if I could lose a few pounds then, well then, maybe a guy might notice me for a change,” Peggy said blushing. “Everyone seems to have a boy or girlfriend except me.”

“Peggy, I don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Jo, c’mon, not for lack of interest. You’ve got most of the guys and half the girls drooling over you. You could practically hand pick who you wanted to date if you wanted to.” Peggy replied in a huff.

“That’s not true..”

“Oh please, you know it is. Umm, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I know I don’t bat on your team, but do you think I’m attractive?”

“I think you are adorable! A pain in the ass sometimes, but definitely adorable! And Peggy, what about Brad? It’s obvious he likes you. He makes every excuse to come and talk to you.”

“Brad? As in Bradley Taylor, Brad? He’s really cute but he wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

“Peggy, he was totally flirting with you a couple of weeks ago during the game!”

“He was? but he asked us all if we wanted popcorn?”

“Oh Peggy, it’s obvious I need to teach you a few things about recognizing when a cute guy is flirting with you!”

Peggy felt a big grin wash over her face, she had no idea Brad was interested in her. And he was one of the good ones, smart, clumsily funny and definitely a gentleman.

“Now, let’s get back to today. I had to talk Helen out of taking a paddle to your behind for the little stunt you pulled today. I told her I would look after you, so I want to talk about a few things.”

The grin quickly disappeared from Peggy’s face.

“No more starving yourself, you need to eat sensibly especially if you want to run and tone up.”

“I wasn’t starving myself!” Peggy replied a little defensively, rolling her eyes.

“Oh really. Okay, tell me what you’ve had to eat since yesterday morning. And don’t you dare lie to me Peggy Michaels!” Joanna ordered sternly.

“Since yesterday?” Peggy replied a little more timidly, knowing she was about to be royally busted.

“Yes, starting yesterday morning what did you have for breakfast?”

“That’s easy, I had oatmeal!” Peggy said somewhat triumphantly, until Joanna pressed her some more.

“Then what?” Joanna asked, folding her arms.

“Umm, well it was a busy day so I guess nothing else until our salad and pizza last night.”

“uh huh, and today?”

Peggy knew she was in trouble, she had lied to Jo already, so she thought it best to come clean.

“Nothing until the fruit they gave me in the hospital today.” She replied staring down at her hands and picking absently at her nails.

“I see, so let me get this straight. After the one bowl of oatmeal you had yesterday, which I think you said last night was a huge breakfast, you’ve had a bite of pizza and a couple of damn lettuce leaves?”

Peggy grimaced as Joanna’s voice went up a few decibels.

“Well I suppose it is, if you put it like that. Please don’t be mad Jo, I really am sorry and it won’t happen again” Peggy replied as the tears threatened her eyes again.

“Oh honey, I’m not so much mad as worried about you,” Joanna replied, a little more sympathetically. “So, since I saved your backside from Helens paddle, I want you to do something for me.”

“Yes, of course, what is it Jo?”

“Well for the rest of the week I want you to keep a log.”

“A log, what for?”

“You are going to write down when and what you eat each day and how much exercise you do. Then you and I will go over the log every day to see how you’re doing.”

“Jo, is that really necessary, I told you it won’t happen again.”

“Says the woman who spent half the day in the ER after she practically starved herself for days and then lied about what she had eaten? You know what Peggy maybe I should just have Helen deal with you!”

“No! Okay I’ll do the log,” Peggy replied with a pout.

“Well that’s a start but I want you and I to come to an agreement. I expect you to eat a decent meal three times a day. That’s not negotiable. And if I catch you starving yourself and not eating or lying to me again, I’ll take a paddle to your backside myself. Do you understand me Peggy? Are we both in agreement on this?”

“Spose,” Peggy replied sullenly.

“Peggy, I want a proper answer from you, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Peggy rolled her eyes. Joanna had never been one to lay down the law in the house but Peggy got a little nervous when Joanna turned and headed for the door.

“Helen.” Joanna yelled from the top of the stairs.

A wave of panic immediately came over Peggy. “Jo, please! Yes, Ma’am we have an agreement, three times a day and I will keep the log.”

Joanna came back into the room and smiled, then bent down and dropped a small kiss on Peggy’s forehead. “Good girl, we’ll look after each other okay kiddo. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of Helen’s paddle either!”

“Deal!” Peggy replied with a grin.

“What’s up Jo?” Helens voice sounded from downstairs.

Joanna winked at Peggy. “Just wondering what’s up with dinner, people are starving up here you know!”

“Coming right now”, came the reply from downstairs.
The two girls erupted into nasal giggles.
***
“How’s Peggy this morning?” Helen asked Joanna, as she entered her study and put her text books down on the desk.

“She’s in better spirits, she just finished her oatmeal. I still can’t believe she was starving herself in hopes that a guy would notice her.”

“Well I’m glad to hear you’ve set her straight and will be holding her accountable. I think a little loving structure is just what she needs right now, with what’s going on with her parents.”

“Yes, I think so too, and I really think I got through to her. She had no idea Bradley likes her either. I don’t think she’ll be pulling that crap again, that’s for sure.”

“I’m glad to hear it, and since you are already five hours behind on your studying because of yesterday, you have a little catching up to do so you better get cracking. Here is the syllabus Professor Meyers gave me for today. Remember lunch is at one then I’ll give you some time to review before you take the chapter quiz.”

“Okay. Thank you for doing this Helen, I know you gave me a second chance and I want you to know, I do appreciate it.”

“I know,” Helen replied, as she left the study.
After a few hours into her studies, Joanna’s eyes began to get tired and she found herself starting to nod as she tried to soak in the inner workings of the human lymphatic system. This is no good, she thought to herself, so she headed to the kitchen for some coffee.

“Hey, I hope you’re not overdoing the running?” Joanna asked seeing Peggy flop down onto one of the kitchen chairs in her running gear.

“Nope, how’s the studying going?”

“Slow, but I’m getting there. I better get back to it. Will you be around for lunch?”

“No, I’m going to do a little last-minute Christmas shopping with Karen but we’ll be back before dinner.”

“You make sure you eat lunch young lady!”

“Yes, yes. I’m going to take a shower, see you later.”

“I mean it Peggy. You make sure you eat!”

Joanna watched as Peggy bounded from the kitchen, before she headed back upstairs to study. It was just like Helen, she had a whole curriculum laid out for the next two weeks. Joanna just shook her head as she began the next module. She was so looking forward to a break from studying but if she could better her grade with professor Meyers, it might all be worth it, sore backside and all.

Joanna was engrossed in her textbook and didn’t hear Helen come up the stairs.

“Hi Jo, I’m glad to see you’re hard at it, I brought you a sandwich.”

“Thanks, what time is it?”

“It’s after one, why don’t’ you take a break and eat, do a little review and I’ll give you the quiz on the first three modules.”

“Okay, I think I’m ready, some of this stuff is actually interesting,” Joanna said, grinning back at her friend before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Glad to hear it, I’ll be back up in thirty minutes and you can take the quiz, sound good?”

“Yes, thanks Helen, I’ll be ready.”

Joanna looked over her notes briefly, then spent the next twenty minutes with her feet up on the desk, with her eyes closed. She was startled out of her tranquil siesta as Helen came back up the stairs, and into the study.

“Well you must be ready to take your quiz if you have time for a nap!” Helen declared, taking Joanna’s notes and text book away and handing her a piece of paper.

“I just closed my eyes for a minute, I wasn’t really sleeping.”

“Uh huh. You have thirty minutes, starting now, so if your quite awake I suggest you get busy.”

Joanna began the quiz and answered the first ten or so questions fairly easily, only to get a little flustered with the next set of questions. She glanced over at Helen who was sitting on the couch. She knew she had to get an almost perfect score to get an A grade and Helen wasn’t accepting anything less.

“Two Minutes,” Helen stated, looking at her watch.

Joanna quickly went back over her answers. She was a little unsure of how she did, but after the two spankings she received from Helen, she was desperately hoping she wouldn’t be taking another trip over Helen’s knee.

“That’s time. Hand it over Jo, let’s see how you did.”

Joanna sat nervously, while Helen graded her quiz from the other side of the desk.

“So, tell me how it went with Peggy, did you set some ground rules.” Helen asked, briefly looking up at Joanna.

“Yes, she promised me she’d eat three times a day and keep a log of what she eats. She seems to be taking it seriously. I think the ER gave her a little scare. Well, that, and I told her I would take a paddle to her backside if she didn’t stick to our agreement!”

“Well good for you, I’m glad you and her are hitting it off. Let me know if you need any help,” Helen replied with a smirk.

“Yes, I will, but how did I do on the quiz?” Joanna asked anxiously.
Joanna saw Helen pause, then sit back and fold her arms leveling her green eyes with hers.

“Jo, the key to all this, is follow up and consistency, do you agree?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Joanna replied hesitantly.

“Good, so you understand the need to follow through, just as I need to follow through, no matter how much it pains you or I.”

“What does that mean Helen?” Joanna asked apprehensively.

“Well my friend, it means you should have studied the module on systemic anatomy a little harder because you missed it by one.”
***
Joanna flopped gingerly on her bed. She was irritated at herself for not doing better on the quiz and irritated at her best friend for giving her another throbbing backside. She picked up her text book and started to go back over the module again. After a couple of hours, she stood up to relieve the pressure and gave a little rub to her smarting behind.

“Not again Jo, what happened?” Karen asked, coming into the bedroom.

“Yes again, I didn’t do well enough on my first quiz,” Joanna replied, rubbing with a little more emphasis.

“You poor thing. Are you grounded, can I get you anything?”

“No, not grounded, just have nine more quizzes to pass or I’m toast.”

“Sorry Jo, but I am kind of liking the attention away from my butt for a change,” Karen replied, grinning.

“Hmm, I’m sure you are, but you can do one thing for me. When you and Peggy went to the mall, did she eat anything there?”

“No, we were on a shopping tirade, didn’t stop until we got home just now. Peggy’s still unloading.”

“Okay, thanks Karen. Don’t mention to her that I asked, okay?”

“Oh dear, sounds like there’s going to be more stinging backsides before the day’s out. I’m going to make myself scarce and go and start dinner. I’m making my famous chili since it’s so cold out. Oh, Peggy hey. Jo was just asking where you had got to. Umm, see you later.”

“Hi Jo, how did the studying go?” Peggy asked cheerfully, flopping down on her bed.

“Well not so good if the truth be known Peggy, but I want to talk about you.”

“Me, why?”

“I’d like you to show me your food log for today.”

“But Jo, the days not over, I thought…well I thought it would be at the end of the day?” Peggy stammered.

“You didn’t eat before you went out, what did you have for lunch?” Joanna asked the now red-faced Freshmen.

“Umm, I…”

“Peggy, I know you didn’t eat when you went out shopping, so I would tread very carefully if I were you.”

Peggy looked down at her hands before she mumbled her answer. “I didn’t eat lunch, time sort of got away from me.”

“Well, I guess that makes two of us that couldn’t keep our end of agreements today. Peggy, we’re going to talk about this, but right now you’re going to get something to eat. Kitchen, march!” Joanna ordered, pointing towards the open door.

Joanna watched Peggy make her way down the stairs before she headed up to the third floor.

“Helen, can I have a word?”

“Of course, sit,” Helen said, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.

“I’m not sure I’m the right person to be helping Peggy right now. I mean, I feel like a failure myself. I hardly think I should be giving Peggy ultimatums. The worse thing is, I don’t even think she’s taking it seriously. This is day one and she didn’t eat lunch today.”

Helen regarded the serious face of her friend. “First of all, you’re not a failure. I don’t want to hear that again from you, and second, I think you’re exactly the right person. You need to be strong and follow through, let her know you mean business. It’s a process Jo, but I think Peggy needs you right now. She looks up to you more than you know.”

“Well she totally blew off our agreement.”

“And did you tell her what would happen if she did that?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” Helen started, before opening her desk drawer, retrieving the hairbrush and handing it to Joanna. “I suggest you go and take care of business.”

Joanna slowly took the hairbrush from Helen and nodded solemnly, before leaving the room.

When Joanna entered the kitchen, she was a little irritated to see a half-eaten sandwich on the table and a pot of chili boiling over on the stove making a huge mess.

“Damn it,” Joanna said under her breath, turning off the stove, before finding Karen and Peggy in the living room, playing the game consol. “Peggy Michaels, you will go up to my study, change into your pajamas and get your nose in the corner!”

The two girls initially startled at Joanna’s intrusion but then just erupted into nasal giggles.

“So, Jo’s bedroom with the desk is now The Study,” Karen asked, making quote signs in the air and giggling.

Peggy turned back to the TV screen where she had Sonic the Hedgehog spinning through her game at warp speed.

“C’mon Jo it’s only five thirty, can we talk later? I’m close to beating my record here,” Peggy replied, dismissing Joanna’s request and continuing her game.

Joanna stood for a few seconds with her hands on her hips. She took a deep breath before she felt Helen’s hand on her shoulder.

“That, was the wrong answer Ms. Michaels,” Helen said, in a slow growl, making both girls jump. “You will do exactly what Joanna said, and you’ll do it now, do you understand me?”

Peggy’s eyes went wide, as she jumped to her feet and started cautiously towards the door that Helen and Joanna had partially blocked.

“Um, yes Ma’am, on my way,” Peggy replied, trying to take a wide berth around Helen to get through the door.

Joanna couldn’t help a little chuckle as Peggy’s attempt to slide past Helen was thwarted when Helen grabbed Peggy by the ear and delivered several slaps to Peggy’s jean clad backside.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Peggy cried, before she scrambled up the stairs, when Helen released her ear.

“As for you, young lady,” Helen said, narrowing her eyes at Karen. “Leave anything in the kitchen, did you?”

“Shit! The chili!” Karen replied, shutting her eyes and scrunching up her face.

“You’re going to clean up the mess in the kitchen, then you can go upstairs to my study. I won’t tolerate disrespect and irresponsible behavior from you, young lady so I better find you in the corner, in your pajamas.”

Karen turned off the gaming console and put the controllers away with a small pout on her face. “Sorry Jo, I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, Peggy and I were just goofing around.”

“I know you were Karen, but I’m trying to help Peggy and she seems to be blowing this whole eating thing off. I could use a little support from you too,” Joanna replied, giving her friend a small smile.

“Yes, of course, I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again Jo.”

“Thank you honey. I appreciate that too. There’s still going to be three women in this house with sore backsides tonight, but you may have just saved yourself from the paddle. Now go and get that mess cleaned up and wait for me upstairs,” Helen directed. “Oh, and the chili is actually good, it just boiled over.”

Karen sighed, “Yes Ma’am.”

Joanna gave Helen a knowing look. “SWIM-BO, it’s actually perfect!” Joanna said, under her breath, as she headed up to find Peggy.                                                                                                                                                                    ***
Joanna was relieved to see Peggy in her pajamas with her nose in the corner when she entered her bedroom. Peggy stole a quick glace behind her, then blushed slightly as her eyes briefly met Joanna’s.

“Peggy, come and sit over here, and bring your log book with you,” Joanna said, sitting down on the bed and placing the hairbrush down beside her.

Peggy turned around slowly. She looked around the room looking a little bewildered.

“You don’t have a note book started, do you?” Joanna asked, getting up, and going to her desk.

Peggy shook her head. “No, I don’t, I was planning to though Jo, I was!”

“Mm hm, just like you were planning on eating lunch,” Joanna replied, handing her a journal. “Now, I want you to write on the first page what our agreement is, and also what we discussed would happen if you didn’t stick to our agreement. Then I want you to write down what you’ve eaten today so far, under the headings breakfast, lunch and dinner and then what exercise you’ve done today. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” Peggy replied, with an exaggerated pout.
Joanna was beginning to lose her patience with Peggy’s flippant attitude. “Yes what, young lady?” Joanna asked, landing a sharp swat to the seat of Peggy’s Pajamas.

“Ow, yes Ma’am,” she replied, making an urgent dash to sit on the bed.

“That’s better, now get busy. You have five minutes.” Joanna replied handing Peggy a pen.

“I’m done Jo.” Peggy said in a quiet voice a few minutes later.

Joanna got up from her desk where she had been going over her module Helen had given her for the following day.

“Very well, let’s take a look,” she replied, sitting down on the bed next to Peggy.
Joanna skimmed over Peggy’s writing, acknowledging her work with little grunts of approval as she read.

“So, Peggy, you were clear on our agreement by the looks of things, and you fully understood what would happen if you didn’t follow through. Yes?”

“Yes Ma’am,”

“Then, tell me what happened, and then tell me what’s going to happen.”

Joanna could see Peggy squirming uncomfortably. “Look at me young lady,” she directed sternly, when Peggy sat there in silence.

Peggy lifted her head and looked at her sadly. Joanna couldn’t help feel sorry for her and she reached up and took Peggy’s hand in hers. “Tell me what happened today.”

“I don’t know, I just forgot to eat, and then we went shopping and then…I don’t know. The day just sort of got away from me.”

“Mm huh, and what do you think should happen now?”
Peggy flushed in embarrassment, but Joanna was determined to hold her young charge accountable for her actions. “I want an answer young lady.”

“Um, you said you would take a paddle to my backside.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I, but that wasn’t the question was it, Peggy?”

“Um, what? I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Really, because I think your stalling Peggy Michaels. What was the question I asked you?”

Joanna could see Peggy getting flustered. “You asked what was going to happen next and I told you, how is that stalling?” Peggy asked, folding her arms and sticking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“No, I asked you what YOU think should happen now, and since YOU, don’t appear to be listening to me, we’ll try something else. Up, let’s go, take a seat at the desk.”
Peggy got up and slowly crossed the room to the desk. She slumped down in the chair. Joanna put the journal down in front of her and opened it to a blank page.

“Write this down Peggy.”

Peggy readied her pen and looked up at Joanna.

“After I broke our agreement…”

Peggy started to copy down what Joanna was dictating to her.

“by not eating lunch… and not following through… when Joanna asked me to eat.”

Peggy huffed and rolled her eyes as she wrote.

Joanna smiled noticing the Freshman’s indignant body language, but continued. “Joanna asked me…what I think should happen now.”

“Good,” Joanna said, seeing Peggy finish and put down her pen.

Joanna flipped over two more pages of the journal and handed Peggy back her pen.

“Now take this down.”

Peggy let out another sigh.

Joanna began again. “Because I broke our agreement…this is what I think should happen….”

Joanna watched as Peggy finished up the sentence. “Okay young lady,” she said flipping back the pages. “You start here, and repeat writing this sentence until you get to the question I asked you. Then, I want you to answer that question and repeat your answer for two more pages. When you’re done you can come and find me and we’ll start the conversation over. I think then your memory may be a little clearer, don’t you?”

Peggy opened her mouth but when Joanna put the hair brush down on the desk in front of her she busied herself, and began copying the first sentence down.

Joanna opened her bedroom door and flinched a little as the unmistakable sound of wood meeting skin, echoed from the study on the third floor.
***
Peggy poked her head around the living room door timidly and was relieved to see only Joanna siting on the couch studying.

“Jo…. I’m done, I wrote what you asked.” Peggy said in little more than a whisper.

“Okay kiddo, let’s go see what you wrote,” Joanna replied, putting her book down. “Are things quieter now on the third floor?”

“Yes, I think so, but I’m worried things will just be getting started here on the second floor,” Peggy replied, as she entered the bedroom and glanced back at Joanna.

“Let’s have a seat and see, shall we?” Joanna said, closing the bedroom door behind her and motioning to the bed.

Joanna glanced at the pages, seeing them completed as she instructed, but she wanted to hear it from Peggy. “Ready to tell me what you think should happen next?”

Peggy’s faced flushed red again. “Um, I think you should, um, well, use the paddle?”

“Well that’s close, but how and where should I use it.”

“C’mon Jo, just spank me already!”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere!” Joanna said smiling. “You know honey, as soon as you tell me, or actually I’d like you to ask me, exactly what should happen, the sooner we can get this over with.”

Peggy looked at her with the saddest eyes that made Joanna melt and want to scoop up her little miscreant, cuddle her, and tell her all was forgiven. But that would have to wait.

“Tell me,” Joanna said, putting a reassuring arm around Peggy.

“I broke our agreement, and I think you should spank me with the paddle…please,” Peggy finally blurted out.

“Good girl, I’m proud of you Peggy, I know that wasn’t an easy thing to ask. The good news is I’m not going to use a paddle. The bad news is, I only have Helen’s hairbrush and I’ve been on the receiving end of it today and it’s not very pleasant.”

“I have a hairbrush, it’s not as big and hard as Helens but its wooden?” Peggy announced.

“Go and fetch it Peggy.”

Peggy jumped off the bed and rummaged around in one of her duffle bags until she found what she was looking for.

Joanna took the brush from Peggy and examined it. The brush was lighter and smaller than Helen’s, and Joanna nodded her approval, “This should do the job quite nicely I believe.”

Peggy almost smiled until Joanna beckoned her with her finger. “Peggy, I’m going to put you over my lap and spank you with my hand and then finish with the hairbrush. If it’s too much, or you need me to stop for any reason, I need to hear the word, red. That stops everything and we will talk about it.

“I know, I won’t need to Jo.”

“Good girl. Now, pajamas down please, and over you go.”

Joanna waited until Peggy’s pajama bottoms were down at her knees before guiding her down over her lap. Peggy’s arms and torso rested on the bed while her feet tiptoed on the floor.

Joanna spared Peggy the embarrassment of having her take down her silky underwear. They wouldn’t offer her much physical protection anyway she thought, as she smoothed her hand over Peggy’s bottom.

“Are you ready Peggy?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am, I am”

Joanna raised her arm and brought her palm down crisply on the seat of Peggy’s underwear. She did this several times more being careful to gauge Peggy’s reaction. She wanted to send a message to her young charge but she didn’t want to hurt her. She started to land a few harder spanks to the underside of Peggy’s behind, until she began to groan and flinch a little. Joanna’s palm began to get warm, as she continued with firmer spanks.

The other times Joanna had a young lady over her knee was in fun, during pledge week. This time it was different. It felt natural to Joanna, she knew what she had to do.

“Are you doing okay Peggy?” she asked, pausing for a moment and resting her hand. She could feel the warmth through the smooth fabric of Peggy’s underwear

“I suppose,” Peggy replied, in a disinterested tone.

Joanna frowned, she wasn’t at all happy with Peggy’s answer.

“Then, I SUPPOSE, I’m not getting through to you if that’s how you address me when you’re over my knee Miss!”

Joanna punctuated her statement with a sharp barrage of hard swats concentrating on Peggy’s sit spots until she could see a pink hue starting to form around the bottom edges of Peggy’s underwear.

“Ow, ow, I mean, yes Ma’am, I’m doing okay, although now, not so much!” Peggy yelled out, starting to squirm in earnest trying to avoid Joanna’s palm.

Joanna grinned a little at the now compliant young woman over her lap. She stopped the spanking and picked up the hairbrush.

“Peggy, I’m going to use the hairbrush now and I want you to think about this and what will happen if you don’t eat properly. Clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am, clear. Ow!” she hollered, as the first swat of the hairbrush landed on the underside of her behind.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Joanna asked, as she repeated the swats on alternating cheeks.

“Ow! Yes, Ma’am, it hurts!” Peggy grunted, as Joanna continued the chastisement with the hairbrush.

Joanna landed ten more swats that had Peggy bucking on her lap. She was satisfied she had gotten through to Peggy, so she stopped the spanking.

“Good girl, we’re all done,” Joanna said, helping Peggy off her lap.
“Ow, that smarted!” Peggy announced, with a big pout, as she pulled up her pajama bottoms.

“I know sweetie, come here,” Joanna replied, opening her arms.

Peggy climbed into her lap and buried her head in Joanna’s chest.

Joanna wrapped her arms around Peggy. “Are you okay? And are you clear about our agreement for at least the rest of the week, then we’ll discuss it?”

“Yes Ma’am, crystal clear, and to be honest, I’m a little hungry!”
***
Helen could tell that Joanna had been feeling more comfortable with her studies and she had aced the last couple of quizzes Helen had given her. It seemed Joanna was pleased with Peggy too. She had been eating regularly and filling out her log like Joanna had asked her to.

There was something that was marring her friend’s good mood, however. Helen sensed it was the anticipation of her promised paddling, that was nagging at her, now that it was Christmas Eve.

“Jo, you’re really starting to grasp this now you’ve spent some time and applied yourself. I’m really proud of you. You can take a break for the next couple of days and enjoy the Holiday,” Helen said handing Joanna back her quiz.

Joanna didn’t answer, she just sat at Helens desk in silence pretending to stare at the latest quiz she had just aced.

“What’s wrong Jo?” Helen asked, seeing her friend’s distant demeanor.

“Kinda hard to enjoy the Holidays when you’re gonna blister my ass on Christmas day, isn’t it?”

Helen let out a deep sigh. “Do you think you don’t deserve it? Remember how we talked about follow up and consistency?”

Joanna’s lip began to tremble, as she looked up at her friend and shot her a piercing glare. “You know what Helen, you can take your follow-up and consistency and shove them up your…”

“JOANNA!” Helen boomed, not letting Joanna finish her sentence. “I know this is hard, and some of it, altogether unpleasant, but you’re the only one who brought this on. We’re all here now because of you and because we care about you. If you’re asking for a trip over my knee, then I’ll be happy to oblige. If not, I suggest you check your attitude and stop feeling sorry for yourself!”

“Sorry, Helen, you’re right. I guess I am feeling a little sorry for myself.”

“Well that will all be behind you tomorrow, you’re doing well Jo. You won’t have any trouble with your final re-test the way you’ve been studying. So, what is it? Something else bothering you Jo?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t think I’m getting through to Peggy. I mean, I thought I was, but I came up from breakfast this morning and heard her talking to Karen in our room. I wasn’t meaning to eavesdrop but I heard her basically tell Karen that I was easy on her. She said something to the effect that I was a pushover, she told Karen she just had to fuss a little and I just caved. She’s probably right, not sure I’m cut out to be an effective Top!”

“Did she now? That’s funny, Karen told me you seemed quite effective with the lines you assigned her and she is doing what you asked her to do and eating sensibly?”

“I’m not sure. I have that nagging feeling she’s just appeasing me, writing down what she thinks I want to see. Any time we are actually in the same room about to eat she finds an excuse to leave. Then, I just think I’m being paranoid. God I don’t know!”

“What did I tell you about trusting your gut? You have good intuition Jo. Keep an eye on her.”

“I will. Want to come caroling with me and Peggy tonight? I guess it’s kind of a tradition with her family on Christmas Eve so I said I would go.”

“Sure, sounds like fun actually, I heard that group always has a good time. I’ll drag Karen along. We can have dinner and make a night of it.”
***
After the evenings third, blazing rendition of We Wish You a Merry Christmas, the girls decided to call it a night. They had been singing for several hours with the group of carolers, a few by now who were quite tipsy.

“That was actually a lot of fun,” Helen said, looking at her watch.

“Yeah, the group at the front was having a little too much fun, pretty sure someone spiked their eggnog!” Peggy replied. “And you know what, were’ just in time for a Christmas Story to start. They are playing it all day today, and tomorrow.”

The four women changed into their pajamas and huddled in the living room just as the movie was starting. About an hour into the movie, Joanna was somewhat aloof. She had stopped watching the TV altogether and she just absently picked at her nails with a slight frown on her face.

She noticed Helen get up and walk towards the entrance of the living room. When she got to the doorway she turned around. “Jo,” she said, motioning with her head.
Joanna got up quickly, almost as if she welcomed the interruption.

“You two stay and finish the movie, I just need to talk to Jo for a bit.” Helen said to Peggy and Karen who had barely noticed her get up.

“Sure thing Hun,” Karen replied, without averting her eyes form the television.
Joanna followed Helen up the two flights of stairs to Helen’s study. Maybe she was going to impart some more wisdom about Peggy. Helen motioned her inside the study and closed the door behind her.

“You’re on edge I can tell Jo. Tell me why?” Helen asked, sitting at her desk and motioning to the chair in front of her desk. Joanna sat down and sighed.

“I don’t know. I just feel so terrible about what I did. You know that isn’t me Helen. Yet here we are. I’m feeling better about the studying but I can’t believe I was so stupid. I know I have a paddling from you coming tomorrow but is that going to make things right?”

“How about we find out, then tomorrow it will be all behind you.”
Joanna looked up at her friend with wide eyes. Her bottom puckered when she realized what Helen was saying to her.

“You mean right now?” Joanna asked, as butterflies started to dance in her tummy.

“No point in beating about the bush, that’s exactly what I mean. Now you can stand up and get those pajamas and panties down young lady, by the time I’m done here tonight, drugs will be the last thing you’ll want to think about.”

Helen’s stern demeanor caught Joanna off guard. She just watched as Helen moved a straight back chair to the middle of the room and sat down on it. Helen’s finger silently beckoned her and somehow her feet took her over to stand in front of her friend.
Helen reached up and grasped Joanna hands.

“Trust me Joanna. This will not be pleasant but you remember your safe word?”

Joanna nodded and her bottom puckered again, as Helen pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties in one motion.

“Good girl.” Joanna heard, as she was upended over Helen’s lap. She felt the cool breeze on her bare nether regions and she tried to steady herself with her hands and feet touching the floor. She clenched her bottom in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait very long until she felt Helen’s palm connect with her bottom in a sharp slap.

“Jo, I don’t think I need to tell you how irresponsible and dangerous your behavior was….” Helen started, as she rained down hard smacks to Joanna’s bottom.

Joanna’s backside started to burn, and the swats seemed to get harder and harder. She winced as a flurry connected with the same cheek over and over.

“Damn Helen, that really stings!” she complained, with a slight whine in her voice.

“Oh, my friend, we’re just getting started here, I suggest you buckle up because it’s going to be an uncomfortable ride,” Helen replied, as she gave the same treatment to the other side.

Joanna tried to look back to see what was imparting the wicked sting, but there was no hairbrush. Just Helen’s palm. Joanna could feel the perspiration starting to form as she tried to deal with the pain that was increasing with every blow. Why in the hell did she ever agree to this? Her backside was on fire and she knew Helen was just getting started.

As if Helen could sense what she was thinking, Joanna felt the cool wood of the hairbrush resting on her bottom. For a moment the sensation was rather comforting, until Helen cracked it down with a hard snap. Helen didn’t waste any time peppering Joanna’s backside with crisp hard blows with the brush.

Joanna started to writhe on Helen’s lap, as the inferno that was once her bottom, was stoked to a fiery blaze.

“Shit, not so damn hard Helen,” Joanna yelled, as she tried to cover her blazing bottom with her right hand before the brush could connect again.

“Oh, young lady, I hope you didn’t forget for one moment why we’re here?” Helen chided, taking a hold of Joanna arm and snapping the brush down again.

“Ow! No, of course not.”

“Then I suggest you stop fussing. I’ve got Freshman women who can take a paddling better than you’re doing at the moment, so I suggest you calm down and focus! I want you to think about the drugs that you thought were a good idea to take.”

With her last statement, Joanna could feel Helen grip her tightly around her waist. She felt Helen put her right leg over hers essentially pinning her legs and rendering her immobile over her friend’s lap.

“I want you to think about every one of these You’ll have a clean slate after we’re done tonight so the sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner it can be over.”

What the hell does that even mean? Joanna asked herself. She heard a loud crack and a new level of pain assaulted her rear. Over and over the hairbrush cracked down but when Helen began to go to work on the underside of her bottom and tops of her thighs she cried out in anguish.

“Please Helen, no more. I can’t take any more,” Joanna screamed.

“Honey, you’re doing well. Concentrate and focus. I want you to try and breathe nice and slow. You have your safe word if you need it.”

Joanna tried to concentrate. She knew deep down that she needed to endure whatever Helen dished out if she was going to forgive herself. She trusted her friend, and many of the women of the house had endured similar chastisements and seemed to survive.
After a few minutes more, Joanna’s ears started ringing from the silence. Her behind throbbed but she no longer heard the cracking down of the brush on her scorched flesh. She felt Helen release her waist and legs.

“Not quite done but you’re doing well,” Helen said, as she gently rubbed Joanna’s behind. “Now my friend, you’re going to feel the senior paddle and then we’ll be all finished here,” she announced, as she helped Joanna off her lap to stand.

Joanna’s instinct was to cover and rub her backside frantically. She looked at her friend with a wounded scowl and tried to reason with her. “Helen please, that was the worst spanking of my life and now you want to use the paddle?”

“Jo, like I said, you have your safe word if you want to use it. Do you?”

Joanna looked at Helen sadly, and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to use it. I want to get this over with. I trust you Helen.”

“Good girl,” Helen praised, getting up and retrieving the long heavy sorority paddle from her desk. “I want you to bend over and put your hand on the seat of the chair. I want you to count them aloud but don’t you move your hands from that seat or it won’t count.”

Joanna took a deep breath and bent over placing her palms on the seat of the chair that Helen had just vacated. She closed her eyes and tried to breath slowly. She felt Helen move behind her, then heard a loud whoosh and crack as the paddle connected across the fullness of her bottom.
Joanna shot up and clutched at her wounded rear, “Ow fuck Helen, that hurt like fuck. Fuck, shit, what the hell?”

Joanna glared at her friend who had her arms crossed holding the paddle menacingly. She was about to protest again until she saw the ominous look Helen was giving her.

“That one doesn’t count, I suggest you bend over and get those hands on the chair where they belong. You get out of position again and we’ll be doing this again tomorrow night. Do you understand me Jo?”

Jo’s bottom lip trembled but she got back into position with her hands on the seat of the chair. She closed her eyes and waited. The paddle came down again and a small cry escaped Joanna’s lips as she tried to contend with the wicked sting. After clenching her bottom and waiting for the pain to subside a little she uttered a breathy “One.”

“That’s better. Only nine more Jo and we’ll be all done here. I know you can do it.”
Helen’s encouragement didn’t make the pain feel any less intense when Helen cracked the paddle down a third time. Joanna didn’t know how she would make it to ten.

“Two,” she heard escape from her mouth in a whisper as beads of sweat started to from on her forehead.

Joanna didn’t know if it was the pain or the guilt she felt, but tears started to well in her eyes as she started to accept the penance from her friend. Even though the paddle seared down relentlessly, Joanna felt herself submitting, allowing a sense of atonement to engulf her.

When the number ten escaped her lips Joanna couldn’t hold back her emotions anymore and she cried in earnest sinking to the floor on her knees. Helen immediately caught her and helped her over to the small couch.

“How do you feel Jo?” Helen asked Joanna, who was perched uncomfortably on the edge of the couch sobbing.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but better. I don’t ever want to be here again Helen. I don’t want to let you, or myself down. I promise you I won’t.”

“I don’t think you will Jo. I’m so proud of you. The punishment is over,” Helen said, wrapping her best friend in a tight hug. “The rest of the studying is up to you. You can do it at your own pace as long as you pass the five remaining quizzes. Deal?”

“Deal,” Joanna replied with a weak smile. She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Hey, it’s after midnight, It Christmas!”

“It is, isn’t it?” Helen replied, getting up and retrieving something from her desk.
Joanna got up and gingerly pulled up her panties and pajamas over her throbbing backside.

“I have something for you Jo. You probably don’t want to think about it right now but I think it might be something you’re going to need. English walnut, and just the perfect weight I think,” Helen said, admiring the good size wooden hair brush with a red bow tied around the handle that she had in her hand. “Merry Christmas Jo!”
***
Joanna’s bottom was still throbbing when she awoke later that morning. The red digital numbers of her clock on the nightstand showed nine twenty-five. She glanced over at Peggy’s bed which was empty. Despite her aching backside, she had slept soundly, and all of the guilt and stress she was feeling seemed to have left her. She could hear the other women down stairs, so she put on a robe and went to find her friends.

“Merry Christmas Jo!” Peggy said, bounding over and hugging her. “You get to sit right here!” Peggy was pointing to a wooden chair at the kitchen table that had a fluffy pillow strategically placed on the hard seat.

“Only because its Christmas, don’t for one-minute think that’s the norm in this house!” Helen replied, winking at Joanna.

Joanna blushed a little but she welcomed the pillow that gave significant relief as she sat down on the chair.

“That’s very big of you my love, such a giver you are this morning!” Karen quipped, as she put a plate with a steaming hot burrito in front of Joanna and Helen. “Peggy and I made breakfast burritos. That’s it until Christmas dinner this afternoon, so eat up!”

Helen sat down at the table across from Joanna, who was already tucking into her burrito. “Mmm, these are delicious. Did you two eat?”

“Yep, we were hungry, couldn’t wait for sleeping beauty over there, I scarfed my burrito long ago!” Peggy said, as she got up and heading for the door. “I have to finish wrapping. This is going to be a good Christmas; I can feel it!” She said, as she disappeared out the door.

“I have to go and finish wrapping a couple of gifts myself. I just put the turkey in, so everything’s under control,” Karen stated, checking the temperature on the oven.

“Karen before you leave, did you actually see Peggy eat her burrito?” Joanna asked, with a slight frown on her face.

“Yeah, she ate. Well, I think she did. I mean, we made four burritos and the plate is empty. I wasn’t here the entire time, but she must have,” Karen replied, shrugging her shoulders and heading out of the kitchen.

“Trust your gut Jo,” Helen said, putting a hand on Joanna’s shoulder, before throwing her paper plate away.

“Yeah, but there has to be a certain amount of trust doesn’t there? I mean, what do I do? Go and interrogate her every time someone doesn’t actually see her eat something?”

“You do whatever it takes Jo. You’ll figure it out. How are you feeling this morning?”

Joanna smiled at her friend. “Well, apart from the obvious, I feel tons better. Thank you, Helen.”

“See, whatever it takes! You’re welcome! Now, I’m got to go help Karen wrap.”

Joanna smiled again, as she ate the last bite of her burrito. That was good, she thought, as she threw her own plate away in the trash. Now, a shower sounded alluring, although she wasn’t sure how the hot water was going to feel on her punished behind. Helen certainly left her something to think about. For the next few days, she was sure.

Something stopped her and made her pause. Trust your gut. She turned around and looked at the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink that housed the trashcan . She wouldn’t, would she? Her question was answered as she rifled through the trash to uncover a discarded, uneaten burrito.

“PEGGY ANNE MICHAELS, YOU HAVE EXACTLY FIVE SECONDS TO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”

In, pretty close to the five seconds, the young blond haired woman was starring wide eyes at the burrito Joanna had placed on the table. Karen and Helen were close behind her.

“Care to explain this Peggy?”

Peggy looked at Helen in trepidation.

“Don’t you dare look at Helen young lady, you look at me while I’m speaking to you. Now explain!”

Joanna glanced across at Helen, who gave her a small nod in encouragement.

“But…I…where did you…Karen um…”

“That’s it, I’m tired of your lies young lady!” Joanna stated, through gritted teeth as she retrieved a long thick wooden spoon from the utensil canister on the kitchen counter.

“Unbelievable! Karen what? huh Peggy? You know damn well I ate mine!” Karen stated in a raised voice. “You just stood there and lied to all of us!”

“But, I…” Peggy stammered.

“Are going to be one sorry young lady by the time I’m through with you!” Joanna finished her sentence as she bent Peggy over the kitchen table. “And this time, you don’t get to keep these.” Joanna said, whisking her pajamas and panties down to her ankles in one swift motion.

Joanna ignored the look of pure mortification and the flush on Peggy’s face as she went to work with the spoon hard and fast on Peggy’s prominent backside.

“You, young lady, don’t get the privilege of a private spanking after you lied to all of us, and so you know, this is just a preview of the main event.” Joanna scolded, as she walloped the underside of Peggy’s cheeks with the spoon.”

Peggy cried out each time the spoon connected in a sharp whap to her bottom. Her feet began to flail and kick, and soon her pajama bottoms and panties had fallen to the floor.

Joanna was pleased with the deep shade of red that was now Peggy’s bottom.

“Ow Jo, please, no more. I’m sorry I lied, yes the burrito is mine!” Peggy wailed.

“Mildly interesting young lady, but I think we all know that.” Joanna paused, and leant down close to the young girl’s ear. “And Peggy, you were right. I was being easy on you before. Way too easy as it turns out. A pushover I think is what you told Karen. Yes? And before you assume Karen told me you should know I heard you in your room. Now let’s see what kind of a push over I am, shall we?”

“NOOO!” Peggy wailed as Joanna went to work with the spoon again, making a special point to cover the tender spots where Peggy’s thighs met her bottom.

After about ten more swats with the spoon Joanna stopped the spanking and laid the spoon on the table.

“Up,” she ordered, simply.

Peggy got up and rubbed her behind ruefully. Joanna saw the tears that were starting to form in the young girl’s eyes but she wasn’t going easy on her charge any longer. She bent down and picked up Peggy’s pajama bottoms and panties from the kitchen floor.

“Now then, young lady, you can get upstairs. You won’t be needing these for a while,” she stated, handing Peggy her garments. “I want you, bare bottomed with your nose in the corner and I suggest you start thinking about why you lied to us and why you deliberately broke our agreement again. And just so there is no mistake, I intend to light a fire on your rear end with my new hairbrush, that you won’t soon forget. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” came the tearful reply from Peggy, who scurried timidly out of the kitchen.

Joanna took a deep breath. She would need a few minutes before she could deal with Peggy again.

“Well done Jo, I have to say that was pretty impressive. Take a few minutes. Peggy’s not going anywhere.

“Shit, impressive? That was scary, is what that was.” Karen replied with an incredulous look on her face.

“You would think that, being the brat that you are my darling.” Helen replied with a grin.

“Well yeah, and now it looks like I need to watch out for the both of you. Not sure I like this Top bonding thing, or whatever it is you two have going on!”

“Well I think it’s time I christened the gift you gave me. If you two will excuse me, I’ll be back down a little later.”

“Good luck Jo, stay strong!” Helen told her friend.
***
“Good luck. Really? “What about poor Peggy?”

“Poor Peggy? You really think that little imp doesn’t deserved to be spanked after what she’s been doing?”

“Well of course I think she does, but us brats have to stick together somehow. What was the gift Joanna kept talking about anyway?”

“It was a lovely walnut hairbrush, nice and heavy. Should leave a good impression on a naughty brat’s behind I would think!”

“Evil! See you Tops do stick together. I’m goanna have to rethink my strategy going forward.”

“Come here my little brat,” Helen said with a smile, pulling Karen in by her pajama top for a kiss. “How about I show you a little merry Christmas, we have a few hours before dinner don’t we?”

“Uh huh, I think we do,” Karen replied, invading Helen’s mouth with her tongue, as she kissed her back. “But you know what? Apparently, Santa said I’ve been naughty, so I may need a spanking before anything nice.”

“Oh, I planned on it darling, now get up those stairs before I bend you over the kitchen counter!”

“Promises, promises,” Karen replied, licking her lips and giving her girlfriend the sultry bedroom eyes, she knew Helen couldn’t resist.

“You better get moving, or I’ll use that spoon on your behind!”

Karen poked her tongue out at Helen and ran up the stairs.
***
Joanna was arranging a few of her the gifts in the living room when Helen came in with a silly grin on her face.

“Well it doesn’t take a genius to see what you’ve been up to.”

Helen just smiled at her friend and flopped on the couch. “How did it go with Peggy, you both okay?”

“It went well, I think I’m finally getting my message across and that hairbrush did its job for sure. It made my backside pucker while I was spanking that little brat. After we dealt with it, I made her go through her journal and tell me all the times she’s been lying to me about eating. I asked her if she thought she had a problem and that little brat told me she was just trying to see what she could get away with. She lied four times on her journal as it turns out.”

“Oh, I see.” Helen said with a grin. “They like to test us you know, that’s exactly what Peggy was doing.”

“Well now that little imp has four bedtime spankings coming to her. I think she and I now have a better understanding and we are both learning very thoroughly!” Joanna said, wincing a little as she shifted on the couch.

“Still hurt my friend?”

“Yes. Is it bad that I sat on a cushion on the chair when she was over my knee?”

Helen couldn’t help but chuckle, “I have to say, I think that’s a first for me!”

“I hate to break up this Toppy party in here, but dinner is ready and I think we’ve all worked up an appetite in one way or another today.” Karen said from the entrance of the living room. “C’mon Peggy’s on her way down too.”

They were seated at the kitchen table when Peggy timidly appeared. She looked pretty miserable until Joanna motioned to the chair next to hers that had another fluffy pillow perched on the seat. Peggy smiled.

“You know, it occurred to me that the only person who hasn’t had a sore backside this week is you Helen,” Karen said, as the four women enjoyed their festive meal. “In the spirit of things, I think you should partake in the benefits of a paddle. What do you say ladies I think between the three of us we can pin her down and give her a Christmas spanking?”

The three women looked at each other menacingly, contemplating Karen’s suggestion.

“I don’t think so, and you won’t dare if you know what’s good for your backsides. I’ll let you in on a little secret ladies. There’s a very good reason why the Freshmen in this house call me SWMBO. Merry Christmas Ladies!”

They grinned at each other. “Merry Christmas!” they said in unison.

The End

So as promised here is the second snippet from Learning Curves. I think what I failed mention last week is,  it is set when Rae is in her second year of college. Her mother is at her wits end with Rae’s reckless behavior so she sends her to go and stay with her mothers friend, Anna Mae Donaldson for the summer.

This picks up right after the last scene I posted last week. Rae is given the choice to go home, or cut a switch.

 

Anna Mae chuckled as she saw Rae, clad only in her t shirt and underwear, point to a thick branch on one of the Crepe Myrtle trees.
“Oh, lawd child, I want to put a sting in your tail not beat you till your black and blue!”

“Well I told you I don’t know. How do you expect me to know what a suitable switch is?” Rae asked gloomily, looking around to see in anyone was watching her in her undressed state.

Anna Mae smiled. “Oh, I suppose you don’t, here let me show you.”

Rae just stood and watched as Anna Mae cut a couple of supple twig-like branches from the shrub and proceeded to clean off the leaves. They didn’t look too bad Rae thought to herself, surely those little twigs can’t be that bad even if they were to be applied to her bare bottom.

“See these, nice and whippy, that’s what I want when I ask you to cut me a switch,” Anna Mae said, swishing the stick through the air making an ominous whooshing sound. “Now you and I are going back upstairs and after I’ve dealt with your lying and the alcohol you and I are going to have a long talk. I hope you’ve given your heart to Jesus child because your butt belongs to me, now get on up those stairs and get them britches off.”

Rae slumped slowly back into the house, her bottom was already burning from Anna’s Mae’s previous chastisement and she wasn’t in any hurry to receive the next one.

“You best be quick about it, Lorraine, or I’ll deal with you right here on the porch,” Anna Mae warned, with a flick of her wrist that delivered a searing stripe across Rae’s bottom with one of the switches. He thin underwear offered little protection against the whippy sapling. The pain intensified as it sunk in, making Rae run up the stairs ahead of Anna Mae rubbing her bottom in an attempt to quell the biting sting.

“Now then child, you’ll get that underwear off and bend over the arm of the couch, a good spanking’s always done on a bare bottom in this house.”

Rae blushed and considered protesting but the sting she felt her bottom told her otherwise. She reluctantly pulled her underwear down quickly bending over the arm of the overstuffed couch at the same time.
“Now stand up, and take your underwear off, like I asked. Then you can fold them up and put them on the table,” Anna Mae replied, as she stood back, folding her arms, looking unimpressed.
Rae looked up at Anna Mae and glared indignantly. She pushed herself up off the couch and grabbed at her underwear, lifting one leg then the other to remove them completely before clumsily folding them and tossing them on the table. She wanted to get this over with and she quickly bent back over the cool leather arm.
“You happy now?” she asked.

“Do you think I’m happy Lorraine? Do you think I like seeing the smart young girl I’ve known since she was born turn into this angry woman going down this path of drinking and lying and flunking out of school?”

“I’m not flunking out, I just had some trouble with finals. I’m taking some online stuff to make up for it this summer.” Rae replied sadly, knowing full well she failed two of her classes and barely scraped through the others.

“I’ve done some checking myself, I know your failing more classes than you’ve told your mother!”

“Just how in hell do you know that?” Rae demanded angrily, standing up and facing Anna Mae, tears threatening in her angry eyes.

“Lorraine, I want to help you but the first thing you need to know is your actions have consequences. I’ll get you through calculus and biology if you want me to, but before we talk about any of that you’ll bend back over and take what you’ve got coming young lady.”

Rae could see the determined solemnness in the older woman’s eyes. Did she really want to help her? Her trembling lip started to betray her so she turned back around and draped herself back over the arm of the couch.

“That’s it, Honey,” Anna Mae praised, putting a hand on Rae’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Why was Anna Mae being so nice? She felt wretched about the lies she had been telling her mother about school and the guilt and anxiety started to take over. Rae’s emotions were at the breaking point and tears started to spill onto the leather seat below her.

“Now then, I want you to think about why you’re in this predicament Lorraine and we’ll talk afterwards.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Lorraine replied compliantly.

“It’s gonna sting like your sat on a hornet’s nest child, but you hang in a take it, and if it gets too much you say the word red. A good switching is supposed to cleanse the soul and we’ll start fresh tomorrow, yunderstand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I understand.”

Rae heard the first swish through the air and a small cracking sound before the first thin line of pain registered. It was an intense sting and before it sank in all the way Rae felt the next one connect with her bare bottom. She couldn’t understand how a thin little twig could inflict so much sting. When Anna Mae had connected with a half dozen or so Rae began to squirm on the couch, tensing her bottom cheeks in anticipation of the next line of white heat that would assault her rear end. Anna Mae covered every inch of Rae’s bottom and the tops of her thighs with fiery swats until Rae cried out in desperation.

“Please Ma’am, it hurt so much!”

Rae felt Anna Mae’s hand on her shoulder again. “You know what I think Lorraine? I think you miss your Daddy. I know it was a long time ago but ever since he died you’ve tried to be strong for your Momma haven’t you? Let it go child, you’re doing fine, let it go.”

Rae did let go and the tears started to flow freely with Anna Mae’s words as the switch that was wielded expertly by her began to make the sting in her bottom blur into white heat as the switch landed over and over.

Rae’s gut was wrenching. She did miss her father. When he died her world turned upside down. She didn’t believe her mother when she told her he was dead and for weeks, she expected him to walk back through the front door so she could show him how much better she was at tying her shoes and how she could ride her bike without her training wheels. He would beam with approval every time she showed him something new and she couldn’t accept the fact that he was gone.
“Of course, I miss him!” Rae yelled, breaking down into frantic sobs.

“That’s it, child, let it go.” Anna Mae said, rubbing Rae back.

It took a moment or so, before Rae realized the spanking had stopped and Anna Mae had guided her up off the arm of the couch. She sat on the couch and pulled Rae with her into her lap.

Realization hit Rae and she had a flash back to her father’s funeral when Anna Mae had held her until she cried herself to sleep. She instinctively put her arms around Anna Mae’s neck and sobbed into her chest.

“There child, it’s alright, you’re going to be just fine.” Anna Mae comforted, as she held Rae in her lap. “I know how close the two of you were, and from what your Momma tells me, you never really dealt with his death. Now he’s gone, I think you’ve been a little lost. He left a void in your life that just keeps getting bigger and now you don’t answer to anyone it’s festering to the point that you’re reckless and uncaring.”

Everything Anna Mae was saying struck an emotional chord with Rae. How did Anna Mae know so much? In an odd way, despite her stinging backside, Rae began to feel better.

“Your Daddy was a good man, you and your Momma loved him so much you both were afraid to talk about him for fear of upsetting each other, that about right?” Anna Mae asked, rubbing Rae’s back.

“Yeah, I suppose it is, I never really thought about it like that and Momma never really shared many of the details from the accident. I never asked, because I thought it was too painful for her to talk about.” Rae replied, wiping the remaining tears from her face.

“Well it’s been quite a day, how about we get some supper? I made my prize winning peach cobbler for desert then we can talk about how the summers going to go now you have a clean slate.”

Rae looked at her mother’s friend sincerely. “I’m sorry, Anna Mae.”

“I know you are Child, I know you are.”

***

“Holy shit, she sounds pretty scary!” Tracy said sitting up with wide eyes.

“She’s a formidable woman alright, but you know what, I wouldn’t have traded the time I spent with Miss Anna for anything. I grew up that summer, thanks to her. She got me through biology and calculous. It was a struggle at times. I remember sitting at the desk in the rec room nearly in tears because I couldn’t understand that damn calculus. She was so patient with me, even when I threw my hands in the air and said I can’t do it. I remember she’d always tell me, can’t never could, child, and walk me through the problems until I grasped it.”

“Was she a teacher, and what’s the deal with Mary Beth?”

“She’s an adjunct professor at the university, among other things, still is, and I guess a mentor of sorts. She helped me through college, that’s for sure. Let just say it wasn’t uncommon for the errant young ladies of the town to find themselves sent to Miss Anna for some guidance. Quite a few of the girls came to see her that summer. I kissed my first girl that summer too. It was Mary Beth. She was a frequent visitor to Anna Mae’s house.”

“Wait, back up, you kissed Mary Beth?” Tracy asked in surprise.

Rae looked at Tracy and smiled. “Yep, we were quite a pair once we got to know each other. I don’t know which of us cut more switches that summer!”

“Really, and just what else did you and Mary Beth get up to?” Tracy asked with a pout.

Rae grinned at Tracy, before leaning in and taking her mouth in a long kiss. “Maybe some of this,” Rae replied, taking a breath before leaning in towards Tracy’s ear.
“And maybe a little of this,” she replied nibbling on Tracy’s ear and tracing a string of small bites and kisses down Tracy’s neck.

“Well…I hope you didn’t do any of this,” Tracy replied, putting her hand under Rae’s night shirt and fondling and squeezing her nipple.

“How about we go to bed and I’ll show you everything I didn’t do?” Rae said, smiling seductively at Tracy before she got up from the couch and held her hand out for Tracy.

***

The next morning Tracy lay sated in Rae’s bed with her head propped up on her hand. “Tell me more about Anna Mae, and what you got up to that Summer.”

Rae smiled and leaned back against the pillow. “Well, we did our share of sassing Anna Mae too, at risk to our backsides of course and I learned she wasn’t necessarily the saint I thought she was at first. I remember one Sunday Morning in town we bumped in to Mary Beth’s mother. She said I didn’t see you at worship this morning Anna Mae?
I could swear I saw a little flush on Miss Anna cheeks but she just calmly replied We worshiped on the other side of town this morning Luanne. Which of course we didn’t. So, imagine my delight when I caught Anna Mae in the cardinal rule of Lying.

Tracy giggled, “Oh what did you say?”

“Well I started to say something after Luanne left but she cut me off and said You hush your mouth child, you don’t need bricks and mortar to be close to God. I suggest you try some praying yourself because right now your backside is getting close to a tanning!

She was always threatening our behinds in some fashion but under that stern exterior she had a heart of gold.

“Oh my god you were quite the hellion weren’t you, and I thought I was bad!”

“No, not really, although Anna Mae did tell me on several occasions Lawd child, you could make a preacher cuss! That was another one of her famous sayings we used to tease her about. We did have some fun though, and even Anna Mae would let her hair down on occasion. She even let us slide a couple of times. I turned twenty-one that summer and one week before my twenty first birthday, Mary Beth and I went to a bar on the far end of town. I had a couple of beers, Mary Beth only had soda. Anna Mae was supposed to be at an afternoon social at the church so I was mortified when she walked into the bar. Apparently, she left early when one of the ladies told her she had seen what looked to be her houseguest and Mary Beth walking into Rudy’s at five o’clock.”

“Oh shit, were you busted?”

“Well I thought so, but she ordered a bourbon and water and sat down at the bar with us. All she said is You get this one!

“She sounds like quite a character.”

“Oh she is, you’ll get to meet her, she usually comes and visits in the New Year. She wasn’t exaggerating about her award-winning peach cobbler either, the best pie I ever tasted. I couldn’t get enough of it. I would have put on twenty pounds that summer with all that good southern food but the hard work burnt off the calories. Anna Mae said she’d give me the recipe if I ever open up my bar and restaurant.

“That what you want to do Rae, open a restaurant?”

“Well it was, until Momma got sick but yes, I’ve been thinking about if for a while. I know lesbian bars are a tough business but with right restaurant I know I could make a go of it. I have a business plan and I found a great place on fifth that the bank owns. It needs renovating but it has good bones and for down town it has great parking and upstairs could be a fantastic loft apartment. The only reason it hasn’t been snapped up is because the outside makes it look like a dump. All the window boarded up and it was a fire that put the previous owners out of business. A friend of mine got me inside to see and it has amazing potential.” Rae’s smile stretched across her entire face and Tracy could see the spark of excitement in Rae’s eyes as she spoke about her plans.

“It sounds like you have it all figured out. Perhaps your gonna need a head chef for your new restaurant.” Tracy said with a smile.

“Perhaps, someday, but I hardly think you’ll be wanting to give up your head chef position at Oscars by taking a chance on a little lesbian bar.”

“You forget, I like to take chances!” Tracy grinned back at her.

“Well you take chances with another storm like that, you can forget what sitting down comfortably feels like for a while, you got that?”

“Yes Ma’am duly noted. Your pretty bossy, you know that?” Tracy said seeing Rae grinning back at her. “You know at culinary school, I didn’t only learn to cook. I learned the management side of hospitality business too. You think I want to stay at Oscars for the rest of my life? I have some plans too you know. Besides with my exquisite cooking skills you wouldn’t want me as head chef at a competing restaurant now would you?”

“And oh so modest?” Rae smirked

“Hey, I’m just good at what I do, you should know that!”

Tracy flopped back on her pillow deep in thought. She had the trust money from her parent’s life insurance that had been stashed away for years. She had planned to use it one day. Maybe this was fate.

“Rae, where exactly is this building on fifth, I know the area pretty well but I can’t picture where that is?”

Rae scrunched her eyes closed as she thought while Tracy looked over at her expectantly for an answer.

“Let’s see if you going North just past Alameda there’s that gas station. And it’s a couple of blocks past that.” Rae motioned with her hands as she tried to explain where the building was.

“There isn’t anything past alameda until the little strip mall on seventh, what side is it on, right or left?”

“There is, it’s right past there, up on the left.” Rae insisted, still with her eyes closed, trying to picture the road as she pointed with her right hand.
“Is it on the right or your other left?” Tracy asked grinning as Rae pointed with the wrong hand.
Rae opened her eyes seeing her right hand gesturing and pointed with her other hand.
“The other left, smart ass!” Ray said switching hands.

Tracy paused for a moment. “Hey, you know what, that’s a good name. The Other Left…. Huh.”

Rae just nodded her head and smiled, “It is, isn’t it!”

Hope you enjoyed this snippet!

Claire

So I know this isn’t the norm for me to post something like this here but on the 18th anniversary of 9/11 I wanted to share this compelling video my agency put together.

9/11 is probably the main reason I chose the career I’m in. I know many of you were very young when those planes struck the Towers, The Pentagon and The field in Pennsylvania but I will NEVER FORGET and I wanted to share this video with you.

 

In the last post Anna talked a little about me and my not so angelic self, so I thought perhaps I should post something about her, or maybe something inspired by her?

Some of you know I’ve been sporadically working on a prequel to the Riley series entitled Learning Curves. It basically is a collaboration of the back stories of some of the primary characters in the series.

Hopefully you know about Riley’s two best friends, Rae and Tracy. They own a bar called The Other Left and Riley used to work for them when she was in Grad school.

During the time When I was writing the story about how Rae and Tracy met I had a strange dream. (true story) I dreamt my own toppy girlfriend was unhappy with me and sent me to see a very stern lady who lives in the South. In my dream I never got to know her name or see her face clearly but it inspired a character for my story, hence the birth of Anna Mae Donaldson.

In this snippet we pick up right after Rae spanks Tracy for the first time after a reckless surfing escapade and Tracy is basically asking Rae how TTWD came about.

“Rae, how did you…I mean, Well, why do you, how did you…” Tracy stammered, not making eye contact with Rae as she lay on Rae’s couch with her head on her lap.

“How did I end up spanking the bottoms of naughty girls when they need it?” Rae said, rescuing Tracy from the awkward question.

“Well yes, I mean it’s a little odd, but strangely enough it’s always something I had thought about. I really feel like you care and that why you did it but I’m twenty-six?”

“I guess I need to tell you about Anna Mae Mcbee Donaldson.” Rae replied, smiling.

“Who is that?”

“A longtime friend of my mothers. Some of my earliest memories of her was when I was a young child. She used to come and stay with us after my father died. She lives in Georgia, a very proper southern lady, accent and all.

I was too young to understand the deep depression my mother was going into after my father’s death. I didn’t understand at the time why Miss Anna would come stay with us for weeks at a time. I didn’t much like her at first either. I guess I tried to push her buttons but she wouldn’t react. She would just tell me in that slow southern drawl Child, go make yourself busy and clean your room. Or some other menial task that I hated to do.”

“Yeah, you and me both, I hate cleaning!”

“Yes, and I can see from your apartment it’s something you haven’t grown out of.”

Rae thought back to that summer, as she began to tell her story. It was some of the best and some of the worst times of her life. She remembered getting off the small plane in Savannah, the thick humid air smacking her in the face when she exited the plane down the aircraft stairs to the tarmac. It had been a couple of years since she’d seen Anna Mae and Rae didn’t know what to expect. She was more than a little nervous when she entered the small terminal building and made eye contact with the lady she would be staying with for the summer.

Anna Mae was a tall stout woman in her mid to late forties. She was even taller that Rae’s five-foot nine frame and she had mid length curly Auburn hair and piercing Hazel eyes. She was smartly dressed in a pair of khaki slacks and a button-down shirt with sleeves that were rolled up to her elbows.

“Hi Lorraine, welcome to Georgia. It’s good to see you, even under these circumstances.” Anna Mae said, greeting her with a warm hug and a small smile. “Let me get your bag for you and we’ll go and get your cases in the claim area.”

“Uh, um…hi Mrs. McBee Donaldson, no it’s okay, I got it.” Rae replied, slinging her duffle bag over her shoulder protectively.

“Rule number one. while you’re here child, you call me Miss Anna or Ma’am and you’ll only call me Ma’am during discipline, yunderstand me?”

“Um, yes, Ma’am,” Rae replied, not missing the remark about discipline. “And maybe you could call me Rae?”

“Child, you don’t get to make rules, you’re in enough trouble as is. And just what’s wrong with Lorraine? The name your momma and daddy gave you, not good enough for you?”

Rae rolled her eyes as she followed Ana Mae toward the baggage carousel that already had her large suitcase going around on it. What the hell was she going to do stuck in Savannah for the summer? At least there was the beach she thought to herself.

“That’s me,” Rae said, pulling the heavy bag from the moving platform.

“Let me get one of those.” Anna Mae said, gesturing to the bags.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Rae said frowning.

“Your decision child, now keep up, the cars this way,” Anna Mae replied, heading out of the terminal building at a brisk pace.

“Shit, can it be any more frigging humid?” Rae asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she struggled with her bags.

“Over here,” Anna Mae said, going to the trunk of a burgundy SUV.
Rae heaved the heavy case to the back of the car and set it down on the asphalt, catching her breath.

“Rule number two,” Rae heard, before Anna Mae’s palm connected in a hard smack to her backside. “There will be no swearing!”

Rae’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked around to see if anyone had seen the assault. “Ow, you can’t do that, we’re in public and I’m not a child anymore!” Rae declared indignantly.

“That’s mildly interesting, now put your duffle the car, we have a good hour drive,” Miss Anna replied, as she effortlessly swung Rae’s heavy case into the trunk.
“Well go on, put it in the trunk, what are your waiting for?”

Rae scowled, and threw her duffle into the trunk, slamming the hatch, before she settled into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.

The silence was deafening as Miss Anna pulled out of the airport. Rae was still trying to process the degrading slap she had given her in the parking lot. She gave her driver a sideways glance and furrowed her brow that was starting to glisten with moisture from the Southern weather.

“Look Miss Anna, I didn’t ask to come here and I’m sure you’re not happy about this either. I know you’re trying to help momma out but I think it would be best if we just stayed out of each other way.”

“Oh, is that what you think? Bless your heart. So, maybe I can make your breakfast, pack you a nice lunch and take you down and drop you off at the beach and pick you up in the evenings and we can go about each other business until end of summer, is that it?”

“Well yeah,” Rae nodded, “If I have to be here, then I may as well make the most of it.”

Anna Mae swerved and screeched the car to an abrupt halt on the shoulder and regarded Rae. “Your poor momma’s fit to be tied, do ya know that? Ever since your daddy died, she’s tried to give you everything and this is how you repay her? At this point she’s just plumb scared of what you’re gonna do next.”

Rae was getting angry now, she tried to be cordial to this woman because she was her mother’s friend but she had had enough. “You don’t know anything, and you certainly don’t know me. Mom is fine, I’m not doing anything any normal college kid wouldn’t do. Why shouldn’t I have a little fun?”

“You best hush your mouth child. I know you a lot better than you think. I know you got your fancy school and your highfaluting friends. Just who do you think did all that for you? Your momma, that’s who.”

“Oh, you think I don’t know that? What I don’t know is why she sent me to this this damn forsaken place with you.”

“You think the sun comes up just to hear you crow, don’t you? Well, you can go ahead and spit nails all you want young lady, but by the end of this summer, you’re gonna learn some hard work, respect and discipline. That’s why you’re here girl, I suggested it to your momma, so you better lose the attitude because you may get a pass on that today, but tomorrow’s gonna be anuthuh story. You’re gonna straighten up and fly right, by the time you leave here, child. You understand me?”

Rae was seething now and Anna Mae’s slow, deliberate tone and calm demeanor didn’t help when all she wanted to do was explode.

“When I ask you a question child, I expect an answer.” She continued, as she pulled back out on the highway.

Rae had forgotten what the question even was. She was dwelling on her mother. She knew in retrospect she had let her down. She went from angry, to plain sad in a second, thinking of her mother. “Yes Ma’am,” She replied placidly.

The silence continued for another five or so miles, until Anna Mae spoke.
“You wreck your momma’s car child?”

“Yeah… I guess I did, but it was an accident.”

“And were you supposed, to be out in her car?”

Rae looked at the older woman who was given her quick judgmental glances as she drove.

“No, momma grounded me, but my friend was having a party. I took her car and when I drove home afterwards a dog jumped out in front of me, I had to swerve so I didn’t hit it.”

“Had you been drinking? Your momma told me that’s why she grounded you in the first place because you came home drunk the night before?”

Rae was getting tired of the inquisition, “Look, you already seem to have all the answers so why do you keep asking me questions?”

“Young lady, I wasn’t fixin to deal with any of this till tomorrow after you had a good rest but you keep sassing me and I’ll tan your hide before supper! Now, were you drinking before you got in your momma car?”

Rae paused, she had half an inkling that Anna Mae wasn’t kidding about her threats. “Yes, I had a couple of drinks but I was fine when I drove home.”

“You were illegal to be drinking in the first place. So, don’t you give me fine. Third rule here, no alcohol. You have any alcohol in those bags of yours?” Anna Mae asked, motioning to the back of the car with her head.

“No”, Rae said quickly, before looking out the passenger window, knowing full well she had stashed a dozen or so miniature bottle of booze in her two bags.

“You sure child?” Anna Mae asked, giving her a questioning look.

Rae fidgeted uncomfortably, “Look, I told you no, okay! Maybe you could get off by back for two minutes.”

“Oh, it’s not you back you should be worried about Lorraine,” Anna Mae replied dryly.

After another fifty miles or so they hit a small town.
“This is Darien, don’t blink or you’ll miss it, but it has the basics even a good Mexican restaurant. Your momma said you like Mexican food, and you can see we’re pretty close to the city,” Anna Mae said, driving down the high street of the small town.

“This is where you live?” Rae asked

“No, I live on the other side of town, about three miles.”

“Okay I’ve seen about five churches so far but not much else.” Rae said frowning.

“Welcome to the South, we’ve probably got more churches than anything else, a dozen or so, I’d say. Here we are,” Anna May stated, turning into a long driveway that meandered through a large open grass field that looked more like a well-manicured lawn.

On either side of the drive way, two large, Southern Live Oaks stood sentry, their long limbs draped with years of Spanish Moss and the boundaries of the field were lined with red cedar and peach trees.
The driveway split off at the end, one side leading to the steps up to the long, four column covered porch, complete with four rocking chairs. The other side led around to the back of the house.

“It’s very pretty,” Rae said observing the large two story, plantation style house that had white siding, dark green shutters and a brick red front door.
Various shrubs grew out of the mulch garden at the front of the house, where yellow jasmine wound through the trellis at the base of the porch deck. Pink and purple blooms covered the Crepe Myrtle trees at the sides of the garden and white Cherokee Roses were interspersed among the shrubs with various colored Zinnias and Geraniums that made the flower bed pop with color.

“Thank you, you might say it’s been a labor of love and a little work, but it’s rewarding for me.”

“I bet, do you have a gardener that helps you with all this?” Rae asked, as Anna Mae drove around to the back of the house.

“No Child,” Anna Mae replied with a chuckle. “But I’ve got me a drive on tractor that you’re gonna use to cut the grass.”

“Really? Cool!” Rae replied with a smile.

“Well, the novelty will wear off after a couple of times.”

The back of the house was equally impressive. There was a white fenced pasture with a handful of young sheep grazing in it with a small creek behind it that fed into a large pond. Chickens scratched and foraged for scraps in a good size coup and more Crepe Myrtles bloomed in various hues of pinks and purples around the property.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a gardener?” Rae said, getting out of the car and eyeing a young woman, a little younger than herself busy tending to another flower bed.

“Mary Beth, come on over here, Anna Mae yelled out, as she unloaded Rae’s bags from the trunk.”

The young woman dressed in denim overall shorts came over as stood before Anna Mae like she was reporting for duty. “Miss Anna, the beds are weeded, eggs are on the back porch and the sheeps been fed like you asked.

“Thank you, Mary Beth, this is my good friends’ daughter, Lorraine Chandler form California, she’s going to be staying with me for a spell.”

“Nice to meet you Lorraine, I won’t shake your hand, I’m a little dirty,” The young woman replied. “Anything else you want me to do for you Miss Anna?”

“No child, you go on home, you got those eggs for your momma?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good, well git on home, tell your momma you’re all paid up and I better not see you back here because of that nonsense, you hear.” Anna Mae said turning towards the house.

“Yes Ma’am.” Mary Beth smiled sweetly at Rae before Anna Mae turned towards the house. Then with a big smile, she ceremoniously flipped Rae the bird and poked out her tongue.

Rae just raised her eyebrows in surprise, until the girl’s mouth dropped open and a horrified look appeared on her face. “Miss Anna, I meant nuthin, I was just…” Mary Beth stammered apologetically.

“You wanna to show off child, that’s fine by me!” Anna Mae said, storming towards the girl.

Rae was rooted at the spot watching the scene unfolding before her. Anna Mae took the eggs from the Mary Beth and handed them to Rae then grasped Mary Beth by her ear and led her to the steps of the back porch.

“You’re lucky I don’t give you another switching, now get them overalls down child!” Anna Mae ordered as she took a seat on the top step.

“Yes Ma’am,” Mary Beth replied, as she unfastened the straps on her overalls and pulled them down along with her panties and compliantly placed herself over Anna Mae’s lap.

Rae’s heart was beating fast in her chest as she looked upon the penitent girl. It was clear by Mary Beth’s red cheeks and thighs this wasn’t the first time she had been in this position recently. Rae winced as Anna Mae’s strong arm and hand descended upon the upturned bottom with a loud crack. She felt like an intruder, witnessing the poor girls anguish, as Anna Mae’s palm continued to smack down in rapid fire, turning Mary Beth’s bottom a deeper shade of red with every blow.

“Ow, please Ma’am! I didn’t mean nuthing, it still smarts from this morning.” Mary Beth pleaded as she began to wriggle on the strict, older woman’s lap.

“Well you apparently didn’t learn much this morning. You’ll keep still, if you know what’s good for you,” Anna Mae admonished as beads of sweat started to glisten from her forehead.

The younger girl started to emit little cries every time Anna Mae’s large hand descended on her bottom. Rae felt the flush return to her cheeks, she couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Surely Mary Beth was too old for a spanking, but then she remembered the hard swat Anna Mae had given her in the airport parking lot and an uneasiness hit her as Mary Beth let out a loud cry.

After ten or so more, glancing upward swats to Mary Beth’s backside Anna Mae stopped the chastisement and helped her charge to her feet. A red –faced Mary Beth gingerly righted her underwear and with a soft sob she re-fastened her overalls.
“Sorry Miss Anna, it won’t happen again Ma’am.” She said with a little sniff through tear stained eyes.

Anna Mae pulled the younger girl on to her lap and gave her hug. “Good girl, now get your eggs and go on home.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Mary Beth replied getting to her feet.

“Sorry Miss Lorraine, I forgot my manners, I hope you accept my apology,” She said timidly, as she retrieved her eggs from Rae.

Rae just opened her mouth but nothing came out as she watched Mary Beth disappear down the driveway.

“Don’t just stand there gawking Lorraine, get your bag.”

Rae picked up her duffle and followed Anna Mae into the house.

“Call your momma and let her know you got here safe.” Anna Mae said, pointing to a telephone. “I’ll take your bags up but dont hang up, I want to talk to your Momma.”

Rae looked around the large house. It was just as neat and tidy as the outside and had all the Southern charm with a modern flare. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, she thought trying to shake the image of Mary Beth’s flaming behind from her head.

When Anna Mae came back down stairs, Rae handed her the phone. “Go on up, your room is on the right, I’ve put your bags in there. I’ll be up after I’ve spoken to your Momma.”

Rae’s conversation with her mother was brief. She knew she would still be upset with her but she tried to smooth things over as best she could by telling her she would behave for Anna Mae. She climbed up the long staircase that led into a large recreation type room. On one side it had an overstuffed couch and love seat, several bean bag chairs dotted around the room and a large big screen TV with a VCR and gaming console. The other side housed a couple of built in desks and cabinets and a computer. This is more like it, Rae thought, as she headed to the bedroom on the right side. It was a good size room with a full-size bed and the attached bathroom led through to another bedroom on the other side.
Rae heaved her big case up on to the bed readying to unpack when she heard Anna Mae come up the stairs.

“Good, you found it okay, now open up you bags. You were squirming like a worm on a hot brick when I asked you if you had any alcohol. Let’s hope you don’t have to learn about the cardinal rule of lying on your first day.”

Rae went beet red, she didn’t know what to do, but she wasn’t about to hand over her booze stash to Anna Mae.

“Young Lady, so help me, I’ll give you a little motivation if you don’t get busy. You got three seconds or your backside gonna pay, yunderstand me?” Anna Mae stated, narrowing her eyes.

Rae just stared at Anna Mae blankly, she knew she was busted. “Always was the hard way with you. Now, I won’t tell you again,” Ann Mae directed, punctuating her direction with a sharp smack to Rae’s bottom.”

Rae looked at Anna Mae with wide eyes and slowly started to open her big case, flipping the top open with trembling hands. When nothing obvious showed up on the top of the case Anna Mae spoke. “Everything out and on the bed. Let’s go, we don’t got all day child.”

Rae knew her miniature bottles of booze were just under the first pile of clothes, at this point she had nothing to lose. “You have no right to go through my things, what’s in here is my business. I’m nearly twenty-one, I’m not a child.”

“Oh, young lady, you’ve had your last chance and then some!” Anna Mae exclaimed, as she shoved the suitcase to the end of the bed and sat down next to it.

“Just what the hell are you doing?” Rae asked indignantly, as Anna Mae pulled her towards her by the waistband of her jeans and started to undo them.

“Lorraine you hush, you’ve been asking for this since the minute you stepped of that plane!” Anna Mae replied, as she pulled Rae’s jeans down to her knees.
Rae was mortified, did Anna Mae intend to do to her what she had just witnessed happen to Mary Beth? Her silent question was answered and she felt her panties being whisked down from the back as Anna Mae propelled her over her lap, her torso and arms resting on the bed and her feet on the floor making her behind a prominent target.

“But you cant…” Rae’s disbelief was remedied as Anna Mae’s large palm cracked down on her bare bottom. “Ow shit, that hurt!” Rae yelled as the sharp sting registered.

“Young lady what have I told you about that? I won’t tolerate foul language in my house. Do yunderstand me?” Anna Mae lectured, as her palm landed hard crisp spanks to Rae’s behind making her writhe over the older woman’s lap.

The sting Rae felt was intensifying with every hard blow and she started to wriggle with a mission to avoid Anna Mae’s heavy palm. “Yes Ma’am, I understand, I’m sorry!” Rae pleaded.

“Oh, you’re gonna be child, now keep still or I’ll fetch my hairbrush!”

Rae gritted her teeth and tried to stop moving, hoping the stinging blows may stop but Anna Mae continued covering every inch of her bottom and tops of her thighs. Rae felt the sweat forming on her head as she tried to contend with the pain, until at last, she felt Anna Mae’s hand rest on her blazing backside.

“Are you ready to start minding me Miss?” Anna Mae asked, in an uncompromising tone.

“Yes Ma’am, I am,” Rae replied quickly, her throbbing bottom, compelling her to conform.

“Then you best start emptying that case because I’m not going to stop spanking you until everything is out on the bed. Would have been a lot easier if you had done that the first time I asked, don’t you agree?”

Rae’s eyes went wide and she let out a little cry as another smack landed on her sore behind.

“Ow, yes Ma’am,” Rae conceded, expecting to be released from her compromising position.

“Well what are you waiting for, get it unpacked!” Anna exclaimed, landing another stinging blow to Rae’s behind.

Realization dawned and from her prone position over Anna Mae’s lap, Rae awkwardly grabbed the first layer of clothing and flung it on the bed, exposing some of her mini bottle stash below it. Rae didn’t dare look back at Anna Mae but she could feel her eyes boing into the back of her head. Anna Mae just answered with a flurry of harder swats that sent Rae reeling all over her lap.

“Get up Lorraine, I want all the bottles on the dresser.”
Rae didn’t hesitate and she scrambled as fast as she could off of the stern woman’s lap. Her bottom was throbbing as she reached to pull her jeans up.

“You leave those jeans where they are Miss.” Anna Mae said, as she got up from the bed and landed another sharp swat to her bottom. “You’re a smart young lady Lorraine, I thought by now you would have figured out, it’s much better to do as I ask right away.

Rae instinctively covered her backside with her hands from her standing position as Anna Mae readied for another swat. “If I were you, I’d make busy with those hands getting those bottles on the dresser!”

Rae looked at Anna Mae then back down on the bed as she started to pick up the bottles and place them on the dresser.”

“How many is that?” Anna Mae asked.

“Umm, six Ma’am,” Rae replied, knowing that was all the bottles she packed in her case.

“Six too many,” Anna Mae replied, landing six hard swats to Rae’s bottom. “That all of them?”

Rae hesitated, for a moment. There were no more bottles in the big case but she had at least another six or so stashed in her duffle. “Yes Ma’am.”

Anna Mae raised her eyebrows and took a small step back, folding her arms. Rae took a fleeting glance at the stern hazel eyes. “Umm, but Ma’am there’s more in my duffle bag, right here,” Rae said, emptying the contents on the bed. She found the illicit bottles and placed them carefully on the dresser.

Anna Mae gave Rae another seven hard spanks to correspond to the number of additional bottles Rae had retrieved from her luggage.

“Now you got two choices child, you can go down stairs and call your momma and tell her you’re coming home or, you and I can put your things away and then you can go cut me a switch!”

I hope you liked that little snippet. Do you think Anna Mae Donaldson could be inspired from a certain Top Boss? I’ll let you decide. If you liked it, I’ll post the following scene next week.

It was March 2017 and I had started a brand spanking new blog where there was a total of one visitor so far  (my girlfriend).  I had no idea how to gain traffic and then it hit me…interview  spanky authors!  But who?  Who would want to give a fledgling blogger an interview?  For that matter, what would I even ask?

I thought long and hard about it, and decided to ask my three favorite authors in the lesbian spanking genre.  At worst, they could only say ‘No’ and think I was an idiot.  At best, I could possibly learn more about them.  One of those authors was Claire Britain.

My hand literally shook as I typed my email to Claire Britain.  She was an established author with “Reining in Riley”.  Would she even bother to answer me?  Would I be insulting her?  To my surprise I got a quick response  of  “Yes”.

I told my spanky friends about it and they cheered for my good fortune.  Then immediately began impatiently asking me to hurry up on posting the interview.  ( I hadn’t even come up with the questions yet and they were already harassing me.)

Thank goodness for email as I could calm myself while writing the questions and go back to proofread….and proofread…. my grammar, spelling, etc.  I wanted everything to be perfect for her.

She answered me quickly with a note oozing charm and a hint of impishness that turned me from a scared blogger to a drooling fan (short for fanatic).  I could imagine the clipped British accent as she answered each question;  her toppy tone as she explained the characters in her book.  Imagine my surprise when I found out she identified with wild reckless Riley rather than toppy Joanne.  Ms. Claire Britain was a brat???

Suddenly, my palm was itching as I remembered the antics of the character Ms. Britain had based upon her own life.  Wow!  This was big news!

Spring forward to 2019. I have now known Claire for a couple of years and  I can assure you that Claire is indeed a BRAT!!!  Here are a few instances to prove it to you:

1.  Driving through a flooded area because ‘it seemed like a good idea at the time’
2.  Continuing to speed in the same area after having been pulled over and warned more than once.
3. Forgetting her driver’s license, office keys, money, and cell phone when she notices her gas tank is empty.  Hmmm…..is there a way to fix this so her Top doesn’t have to know?

So you see ladies?  Ms. Claire Britain may be a wonderful writer and accomplished author, but she is still a lovable, mischievous brat.  Warmhearted and kind, she worms her way into your heart while managing to make your palm itch on a constant basis.   Thankfully, she has a partner that is up to the task of applying the palm of her hand where it does the most good while also giving her the love Claire deserves.

I hope this gives you a glimpse into the person of Claire Britain.  Perhaps reading Reining in Riley or Riley’s Reckoning with the understanding that Riley is a part of the author can help you get to know her even better.  But I recommend keeping soothing lotion on hand as your palm will itch like crazy!

Happy Spanking

Anna