LETTER FROM A STRICT MOM (II) - THE SEAT OF LEARNING

BY MAX SMART

This is a continuation of what may become a series that started
with "Letter From A Strict Mom". If you liked that story, you
might like this one. If that one wasn't to your taste, then this
one probably won't be either.

This story concerns the physical disciplining of a teenage girl.
It is not a "spanking" story in the literal sense (in fact
buttocks don't even have a leading role), but I hope that it is
faithful to a certain kinks related to spanking -discipline,
punishment, humiliation, bared body parts, etc.

This story is fiction for the purposes of sexual fantasy only. I
do NOT endorse the actions of any of the characters as things
that ought to take place in the real world.

"Letter From A Strict Mom (I)" introduced young Nancy and
detailed her first taste of physical discipline and of the birch
twigs. Her adventures continue...OK I know sequels are shameless
hacks churned out to maximize profits. In fact I hate sequels so
much I refused to see Henry V. I admit that I'm getting
fabulously wealthy with this series. Those who have scruples
should proceed no farther...

Part 1

Dear Professor,

You may remember having received a letter from me approximately
six months back wherein I related the story of how my husband
Dave and I, as well as our 13 year old son Timmy, made use of
your wonderful advice on disciplining teens in order to set our
unruly daughter Nancy back to being a well behaved 16 year old.
In case you don't remember, I'll just summarize by saying that we
gave her a very well birched behind which kept her standing for
meals for a good week afterward and which made an impression on
her mind that will probably last a lot longer than a week. We
took your advice on a systematic birching method and added one or
two innovations of our own, such as the specially adapted
sawhorse that was so useful in keeping Nancy's bare bottom
properly positioned, as well as the technique of rotating Nancy's
body forward a bit to make the birching of the area between her
buttocks more convenient. Both of these were inventions of
Dave's.

I did provide the innovation of having Dave and I birch Nancy at
the same time, each of us gradually moving from the outside of
her buttocks toward the central divide. This seemed to provide an
especially intense experience for Nancy, as did our decision to
go against your precept that any birching of the genitals was to
be avoided.

Well, that was a night that none of us will forget for awhile,
although Nancy's experience was quite a bit different from the
rest of ours. Dave, Timmy, and I enjoyed ourselves quite a lot, I
must say, and I think that all of us secretly wished that Nancy
would mess up again. No such luck. The difference in Nancy has
been like night and day. The slightest hint of rebellion in the
teenager can be quelled with the threat of "another visit to
daddy's workshop". I swear her face turns pale on hearing this!

In spite of Nancy's good behavior, there was another problem -her
grades. We had hoped that along with her improvement in general
deportment that there would be an improvement in schoolwork but
this hope was not gratified. Nevertheless we were sure that Nancy
was an intelligent girl and could do much better in school than
she was doing. We tried various methods, counseling, talking with
her, tutoring. Nothing seemed to help. Then, about 2 months ago
Dave told me that he had an idea and that I was to trust him. He
then started to spend all of his free time in his workshop.

I had no idea what he was up to but I was fairly excited by it,
based on the results of the last time he had spent time in his
workshop and developed the birching horse that was used so
effectively to cure Nancy's behavior problems. I felt hopeful for
the first time about Nancy's future and I must admit I also felt
a secret thrill of anticipation about what type of uncomfortable
experience Nancy might be in for and what type of entertainment
the rest of us might expect! Perhaps it may not seem proper for a
parent to look forward to and to enjoy the disciplining of a
child, but we are of the opinion that this enjoyment is a useful
tool that helps to ensure that any discipline is performed
thoroughly and enthusiastically.

Just about a week ago Dave invited me into his workshop, which he
had been keeping locked. I have to say that he had outdone
himself. Not only had he come up with a plan that was sure to
spur Nancy on to be the best she could be, but he had created a
very clever device with which the plan could be implemented. I
think it is best to leave the description of the device to the
point at which I describe Nancy's introduction to it.

About a week after I was invited into the workshop, one Friday
after Nancy had come home from school, Dave and I asked Nancy
into the living room to have a talk. We once again expressed our
concerns over her grades. She once again explained that she was
trying as hard as she could and that the material was just too
hard for her. We once again assured her that we were convinced
that she was perfectly capable of getting better grades. We
explained to her that we believed she was sincere in that she
truly believed she was trying as hard as she could, but that we
felt she just wasn't sufficiently motivated to really give it her
all.

Nancy was looking her usual cute self, by the way, wearing her
school uniform of white blouse (which she was filling out very
nicely!), brown plaid skirt, black patent leather shoes and white
knee socks. An attractive little package, she was, with her blond
hair pulled back into a pony tail, and her pouty lips touched up
with a bright shade of red.

"So we are going to try something new, Nancy, a new plan." Dave
explained, as Nancy got a funny expression on her pretty face, as
if she had a feeling she wasn't going to like this new plan very
much.

He continued as the full-figured, blond headed teenager fidgeted
nervously, "I guess the best way to describe it, Nancy, is to say
that it's a way of motivating you, a way to spur you to really
exert yourself in your studies and to get the good grades that we
know you're capable of. At times what will be happening may seem
very strange or improper to you, and you may be a bit
uncomfortable every now and then. Just remember that it is all
for your own good, for your future. If you'll just recall how
effective our last treatment was for you, you'll probably have
greater confidence in this one."

Nancy blushed a fiery red at this reference to her painful and
shameful encounter with the birch a few months previous. "Ohhhh,
you're not going to... to do *that* to me again?" she asked.

"No, no, my dear, the birch is only for when you're bad, and you
haven't been bad." answered Dave, "But do remember this, Nancy.
For the next couple of hours you may consider yourself to be in a
special disciplinary situation. Therefore you will obey every
instruction from your mother or me without hesitation, or your
bottom will be very very sore."

Again Nancy's blush ignited.

"Understood?" Dave asked.

"Y-yes, dad."

"Now, for starters, we'll have your clothes off." he said calmly,
as if he were commenting on the weather, then he called out, "Oh
Timmy, would you join us in the living room, please?"

These two sentences in tandem just about gave our cute little
thing a stroke. Her jaw dropped in amazed horror, "What! Oh no,
Daddy, please! Please let me have my clothes on? And please don't
let Timmy see me?" she pleaded.

"Actually, Nancy, please forgive me." Dad replied, "I'll explain.
You see, it's only this first time that you'll have to remove
your clothes. In the future we expect that won't be necessary.
You see, we want this first session to be especially memorable
for you, that is, uncomfortable for you, so you'll be even more
motivated to improve in your school work. Also, it will be easier
for us to monitor the effects of the treatment this first time
without your clothes in the way. And, by the way, we're including
Timmy in this both because he's a family member and deserves to
observe any family discipline that goes on, but also because we
know that you especially hate being naked in front of him. So
don't worry, for future sessions you'll be keeping almost all of
your clothes on, unless you backslide."

"Ohhhhh!"

I chipped in, "Don't make such a fuss, Nancy. Remember that we've
all seen you in your birthday suit before, Timmy included. So
come on, hurry up, or, I'm not kidding, your bottom will suffer.
And you'll be naked for that anyway, so you won't have gained a
thing."

Timmy walked in, looking quite happy and expectant.

Dave glared at Nancy, "Nancy, you have two seconds to start
removing your clothes, and no dilly dallying."

It was too much for her. She burst into tears as she started
distractedly to unbutton her blouse. Tears were streaming down
her pretty, pouty face as her quite large breasts, partially
covered by a lacy cream colored bra, came more and more into
view. Timmy had a seat on the couch and watched carefully as
Nancy ruefully tugged the tail of the blouse loose from the
waistband of the skirt, then removed it completely and stood
there holding it in front of her - her sobs becoming a bit
quieter now.

"Lay it on the back of the couch, Nancy" I suggested. She obeyed
meekly. As she leaned over her breasts appeared to want to spill
out of the cups of her bra. Several tear streaks could be seen
glistening on the upper surfaces, which swelled and receded in
time to her now softened sobbing.

"Now the skirt." ordered Dave. She might have taken off her shoes
next, I don't know, but I do know that Dave enjoys seeing girls
in their underwear with their shoes still on. The rascal!

Another despairing moan and then Nancy was unbuttoning the waist
band of her skirt. "D-dad?" she peeped hopefully, pausing in her
embarrassing task. He said nothing, but narrowed his eyes a bit.
She got the message, removed the skirt, and displayed to us her
lovely young figure in nothing but cream colored bra and skimpy
panties, along with, of course, her knee socks and black shoes.
She certainly looked fetching as she mournfully laid the skirt to
rest on top of the blouse.

I had a sudden idea, and whispered in Dave's ear, "You know,
dear, there's really no reason for her to remove her shoes and
socks. In fact it might be even more amusing for us and more
humiliating, that is, instructive, for her."

He nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Now the bra, Nancy, and be
quick about it." he commanded the sniffling youngster.

Nancy hung her blond head as she reached behind herself and
unhooked her bra. "P-please, daddy...?" she ventured one tearful
plea, but, seeing by the glint in Dave's eye that no mercy would
be forthcoming, she pulled the bra away from her ruby-tipped
swelling breasts.

Nancy was blushing all the way down to her nipples and she
couldn't resist the impulse to attempt to cover a portion of
those massive mounds with one arm, the other still dangling by
her side and holding on to the bra.

"Don't cover up, Nancy." Dave ordered, "And stand up straight.
Today's session is to help you improve your grades, and a very
important part of that is learning discipline"

Nancy complied, and her breasts appeared to be standing at
attention as she straightened her back, although they did quiver
a bit and sway slightly from side to side.. I made a mental note
to suggest to Dave that he use his native inventiveness to come
up with some ways of including Nancy's breasts in future
discipline sessions. It seemed such a shame to let them go to
waste. Nancy's sobbing had pretty much subsided for the time
being, but her pouty lips were quivering along with her breasts.
She was clearly waiting for the dreaded next command. It came.

"And now the panties, Nancy."

"Daddy, please! I can't - not in front of Timmy. You just can't
make me..."

"The panties, Nancy..."

"No! I won't!"

Nancy's desperate defiance was certainly understandable. She was
a modest girl, and she knew how much her hated brother was
enjoying her humiliation and how much more he would enjoy her
complete nakedness. She knew very well that there might be severe
consequences for her defiance, and I'm sure she didn't want to
incur them, but she was just too embarrassed to remove her
panties in front of us. As I'm sure you, professor, and many of
your readers know, moments like this are most delicious to true
disciplinary enthusiasts, when the victim's fears of physical
pain are about equaled by his/her sense of shame and humiliation.

As you must know by now, I am a firm believer that obedience
during a discipline session must be complete and instantaneous.
Anything less and the authority of the parent is compromised.
Thus the consequences for any failure on the part of the culprit
must be serious. I am also one who does not like to be
unprepared. I had with me, in a pocket of my dress, an 18 inch
long rubber dog whip, an instrument which can sting like fury
without doing too much serious damage.

In one swift motion I rose to my feet and brought the whip
smartly across Nancy's pretty white belly. There was a satisfying
snap and a scream, and Nancy was suddenly bent double holding her
smarting midriff. As your readers will no doubt be very aware, a
pretty teenager clad only in panties who happens to be bent over
double is in a classic posture wherein her bottom is almost
begging for, nay, demanding, attention.

But I was forced to hesitate for a second because I couldn't help
noticing the also very tempting targets presented by her
unprotected, hanging breasts. I was sure that the dog whip would
not be too harsh or heavy an instrument to apply to one or the
other of these firm ripe morsels and I was extremely curious as
to what the results might be. However, I quickly decided that
"the heat of the moment" was not the time to venture into
uncharted territory. I reset my sights to the jutting, panty
clad, rear end. I took a quick step around Nancy to gain a better
position and raised my arm.

Just before bringing the whip whistling down, I noticed that
Nancy's legs were slightly parted and that the white bulge of her
panty covered cunt was peeping out from beneath her bottom
cheeks. A slight adjustment on the downswing was all it would
take to assure that the body of the whip swept down diagonally
across Nancy's left bottom cheek while the tip made sharp contact
with the aforementioned naughty bulge.

I decided against this as well. As you will soon see, Nancy's
cunt was to receive its full share of attention as part of the
educational training system that she was going to be introduced
to this evening, so I thought I would spare it for the moment.
Instead I readjusted my aim a touch higher so that the whip would
fall right across the ripest curves of Nancy's so nicely
presented bottom. In order to make up for my disappointment in
having to give up snapping Nancy's little pussy I made sure to
put extra force into the blow to her bottom. Unfortunately for
Nancy, it seems that, while the body of the whip caught her full
on the left cheek, the tip just happened to whistle into the
shady groove between. It's true that Nancy was wearing panties,
but they were very shear and my guess was they weren't providing
much protection for their contents.

"Ahhhhhggg!" came the desperate yell as Nancy shot bolt upright,
overbalanced herself, and fell backwards heavily on her bottom on
the floor. Crying and moaning loudly, she grabbed her bottom,
rolling on the floor in pain. I couldn't help smiling at the
amusing sight, and I noticed that Timmy and Dave were grinning
broadly. "Good shot, Mom!" commented Timmy appreciatively.

"Nancy, I believe your father gave you an order. Now get up and
obey him - or else." I ordered, raising the dogwhip again.

"No, no!" Nancy raised one arm in self defense, and then
scrambled to her feet as best she could, but once standing, she
was unable to keep from reaching both hands behind her to attempt
to console her stinging bottom.