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 �>�Roommates Well at last it was all coming together, my parents had
decided to fund my College ventures with enough money so that I could move
out of my Uncles and be on my own, that is on my own with the help of a
roommate, Linda already had an apartment near the campus a nice two bedroom
one that seemed perfect.  A few money matters and all seemed set.  Unc. 
was great about it, said I could return any time, and has let me continue
access to his computer.  After about a week several things were dawning on
me # 1 was that on your own the money somehow goes faster than you expect,
eating out is an expensive convenience and that if you pick a roomie do it
carefully.  ( I hadn -(TM)t) Linda is one of the nicest and most sincere
people that I know and she is also a slob, she tries to be neater but I
suspect that there is a gene that makes sloppiness a trait and Science will
soon be exposing it, shortly after my execution for murdering my roomie.  (
I must confess that I am a neat freak, which of course compounds an already
exaggerated situation.) At first we talked, then discussed, then argued,
then fought about what was becoming a real problem to our CO-existence, it
was important to both of us that it work out , I needed a place to stay and
she needed the income that I provided to afford the apartment.  We made
lists of chores and duties but that didn -(TM)t work, everything couldn
-(TM)t be anticipated and there were always excuses.  It was a real
frustration and beginning to intrude on our friendship and ability to
concentrate on school something had to be done.  Then I remembered the
fiction story I had written Fred and the neighbors about two sisters that
were having similar problems, I decided to print out a copy, remove any
references to me as the author and tucked it into her books at school, I
-(TM)d let her wonder where it came from, and see what would happen.  For a
few days she didn -(TM)t seem to notice it, I observed it still stuck in
one of her books, and then on the third day it wasn -(TM)t in the book
anymore, had she read it?  Did she throw it away?  I couldn -(TM)t be sure.
We had a few more fights and arguments, and then one evening while peace
was reigning she said to me  -�Daria are you happy with the way things are
going? -�  -�No -� I responded  -�I wasn -(TM)t -�,  -�Why do you ask -� I
inquired innocently?   -�Daria I have an idea, I know that it sounds silly,
but I want you to hear it out before you comment OK? -�  -�OK -� I said
almost too eagerly.   -�We need to get some structure into our living
arrangements -� ( this from a girl that couldn -(TM)t schedule a one car
race)  -�I think that we need to set rules and have them enforced with
discipline if necessary. -�  -�Gee Linda -� I said with my sweetest look 
-�what kind of discipline did you have in mind? -�  -�Well here, I think
that this is what we need, -� she said,  -�read this -� thrusting MY story
at me,  -�read this and tell me what you think OK?  I -(TM)m going to do
the dishes while you read that. -� My God I thought She -(TM)s going to do
the dishes?  I wonder what the temperature in Hell is today?  I pretended
to read my own story, and then went into the kitchen and said gee Linda 
-�are you sure?  I mean these girls in this story actually choose to get
spankings are you kidding me?  This might just work, but well what do you
think? -� Linda then began presenting the selling points of the idea as if
it were her own original thought, which of course to her it was.  We would
set down some rules and assignments that each of us were to follow and if
we had any disagreements we would try and work them out, but if agreement
was not possible in a short time frame or the discussion was becoming
difficult we would turn the matter over to an independent arbitrator for a
decision and corrective action as that person saw fit.  But where to find
such a person that would be willing ?  I didn -(TM)t know of any candidates
other than my Uncle, and I sure wasn -(TM)t about to suggest him I had
gotten all the spankings from him that I needed for a while, and besides
how could I involve him while I was in the middle of my big search for
independence?  Linda suggested her boy friend, yea right..  I -(TM)m sure
he would be fair and objective a few side favors ( you know what I mean)
from Linda and I would have all the chores and a red bottom as a regular
fixture of my anatomy.  No thanks on that suggestion.  So who to choose,
and how in the world do you bring something like this up to an otherwise
unsuspecting person that can be trusted to keep it quiet and do the
necessary duties with out taking advantage?   -�How about Kevin next door
-� Linda suggested,  -�Kevin that book worm are you kidding?  he looks like
he would faint at the thought -� I retorted.  She went on  -�He seems nice
enough, -� (agreed)  -�and the type that can keep things confidential -� (
I agreed)  -�and has a squeaky clean reputation -� (agreed)  -�so what
-(TM)s the problem? -� ( none I had to admit) We felt that one of us should
talk to Kevin and sound him out about the possibilities, Linda lost the
coin flip and the next day she was to pay our victim a visit.  She reported
back that evening,  -�He -(TM)ll do it... -� Linda  -�I said you were only
supposed to feel him out not set up an agreement with him, what did you say
to him? -�  -�Nothing silly don -(TM)t worry he -(TM)s coming down to night
and we -(TM)ll settle the details -� sounded to me like more than nothing
was said, but what did it matter, soon if the plan went right my dizzy
rommie was going to have a real incentive to get her act together.  ( as
for me being a neat freak, I hardly expected that this whole thing would be
a ripple on my ocean of tranquillity.  Ignorance is truly bliss.  Linda to
my surprise had given Kevin the copy of Fred and the neighbors, and that
night it was evident that he had read it with care and decided to add a few
thoughts of his own.  The structure was to be the same as the story ( it
was a strange feeling to write a piece of fiction, then find yourself
living it and being the only one to know) Kevin decided that for the next
six weeks he was to be in charge, we had to agree to that time frame to get
his agreement, which we did and if after six weeks we wanted out, so be it,
but it was understood that what ever Kevin said was to be law.  Kevin laid
down the rules about keeping the apartment clean, chores etc.  at least I
thought to my self we get to pick out our own clothes in the morning gee,
isn -(TM)t that great, I had more freedom with my Uncle.  Then Kevin
lowered a bombshell he said that he was going to review all of our school
work and exam scores and that any unsatisfactory grades would result in
punishment, and me with the hardest course schedule that I could pick this
semester to get some of the more difficult out of the way.  But we had
agreed that he was in charge.  Three days later I came home and Linda was
in the kitchen sniffling, seems that she had taken a pop quiz that day and
gotten a D for her efforts, she had gone by Kevin -(TM)s to talk about
something else, the test score had come up and right then and there he had
given her a spanking, my knees started knocking I had a C- test in my bag
and I knee that he would be little more pleased with that, should I tell
him?  I guessed I should, one of his conditions was that if we ever lied,
kept anything of substance from him or tried to avoid a spanking we would
earn a whipping on the bare bottom with a fearsome strap that he had shown
us that night.  we referred to it as the death penalty, with nervous
giggles, and knew that he was serious.  I knew I had to tell him, the only
choice was did I go to his place then and discover my fate, or wait and
worry until he showed up?  I was thinking about my limited choices when a
knock on the door resolved the problem for me, Linda answered the door,
letting Kevin in,  -�Oh hi Kevin -� I said ,  -�Hi Daria, -� just doing a
quick housekeeping inspection he said as he walked through the apartment, a
after a short look around he said  -�very nice girls keep up the good work,
-� and started to leave, I knew then that I better speak up or risk the
strap,  -�Kevin, I have something to show you, -�  -�Yes Daria what is it?
-� he inquired as I fumbled for my test, holding it out for him I waited
until he took it from my hand, (God I felt like I was ten years old again)
-�I -(TM)ll do better, it -(TM)s really not a big deal , not much of a test
hardly counts -� I said, Only then daring to look at his face for the first
time.  His face didn -(TM)t have a smile and the first words out of his
mouth were,  -�looks like you are about to get the same as Linda, Daria
please close the front drapes, -�  -�Yes sir -� I muttered in a state of
shock, as I walked wooden legged over and closed the drapes, I knew that if
I was closing the drapes in the living room that I would be spanked there
and Linda was going to be allowed to watch, which didn -(TM)t make things
any better.  He pulled out a dining room chair sat down on it and patted
his knee for me to come over, as I approached he said  -�Daria I want you
to take down your shorts, -� I stopped in front of him and lowered my
jogging shorts to my knees and lay across his lap.  I got a short lecture
about the importance of grades and related topics, and then Kevin began the
spanking, What had I called him a few days ago?  a book worm that was it,
well this was one book worm that could spank, I knew now why Linda had
still been sniffling when I came in an hour after her spanking.  Linda
stood in the kitchen and with her left hand, was rubbing her bottom as she
watched my spanking, Kevin was administering a through bottom warming no
doubt to set the tone for future discipline to come, I was sure at that
point I would never if at all possible put myself at risk of getting the
strap on my bare bottom.  My mind flashed to several spankings in my past,
and I was hard pressed to remember a harder hand spanking ever.  The first
five swats were bearable, the next several started a sting that seemed to
spread all over my bottom at once.  He held me in place with almost no
force almost daring me to try and move, I knew better I wanted no part of
that strap.  I dug my toes into the floor as best as I could with no
carpet, and grabbed on to the lower rung of the chair, I felt my back
arching and bottom rising as if to meet each swat, and then I lowered
myself back onto his lap, He has a unique way of spanking each swat seemed
to glance forward off my bottom cheeks as soon as it hit, the result was to
my mind a more stingy feeling.  By now the twentieth spank I was crying
freely and not in the least trying to hold back, then between spanks my
knickers were being removed and the spanking resumed before I could even
protest through my tears, and If I thought it stung before, I was ready to
reevaluate my opinion, I was one contrite girl when he let me up sobbing, I
was allowed to pull up my shorts and hop off to my bedroom, a bit later
Linda came in and offered comfort after Kevin had left.  We were determined
to stay out of trouble and for the next few days all I did was study and
clean, clean and study, when a speck of dust landed on an area of my
responsibility I attacked with a vengeance as if that spot was personally
trying to get me spanked again.  Linda wasn -(TM)t as aggressive in her
tasks, and I returned one afternoon just as she was being lectured by Kevin
for not taking out the trash every day, he was especially steamed as he had
warned her about this very thing a few days earlier.  He proceeded with the
lecture as if I weren -(TM)t there and Linda was too worried about what was
happening to acknowledge my entry, so I watched as the drama unfolded, just
as I had to do, Linda was instructed to close the drapes.  She was ordered
to the back of the couch in the living room, and told to take down her
jeans and bend over the couch and place her hands on the seat of the couch,
which she did.  Kevin then warning her not to move, went to his brief case
and took out a ping pong paddle, walked back to Linda and placing the
paddle on the sofa seat where she could see it proceeded to lower her
knickers all the way to her knees.  Then picking up the paddle, he stood to
her side and gave her few pats with it, before proceeding with the real
punishment.  >From a different point of view I got to observe his style, he
used the glancing blow method that I had experienced a few days earlier,
though thank goodness only with his hand.  With the first swat Linda almost
went across the sofa, Kevin pulled her back into place as I watched the
redness start to come out after just one swat of the paddle, The paddling
continued with Kevin holding her in place, she squealed with each descent
of the paddle, raising one leg and then the other, after a few of these she
was tripping on her jeans and knickers and trying to stand up.  The
spanking was stopped for a few seconds and Linda was ordered to step out of
her jeans etc.  which she did and then naked from the waist down was placed
back across the couch to finish her paddling.  By now I would guess that
she hand gotten about twenty swats with the paddle and her butt was as red
as I think one can get.  Seeing a successful completion to his work and a
lesson clearly learned Kevin let her up, she scampered to her room.  Kevin
turned to me and said  -�I -(TM)d like you to hang this on the wall in the
kitchen for you girls when I need it. -�  -�I -(TM)m not hanging that Damn
thing up -� I said, regretting my comment as soon as the words were out of
my mouth.   -�Really you -(TM)re not hanging it up is that right Daria? 
Come here NOW, -�  -�I -(TM)ll hang it up, I -(TM)ll hang it up, -� I said
far too late.  Kevin took me by the left arm turned me to the side and said
drop those shorts and bend over and place your hands on your knees, What
could I do?  I did as I was told and was lucky to only get five swats with
that paddle.  The paddle now occupies a place of honor on our kitchen wall,
mocking us when ever we look at it, I just hope it stays there in near mint
condition and doesn -(TM)t get worn out.

   Roommates # 2 As roommates Linda and I had settled into the routine of
college, studying etc.  Not to mention keeping an orderly apartment as
Kevin our appointed watch dog was zealous in his new duties and augmented
with our permission to administer punishment as he deemed necessary to
ensure that Linda and I got our chores done and each did our share.  This,
as history had recently shown us was going to be the only way that it was
going to work out, and as neither of us could afford to go our separate
ways at that time it was critical that a solution be found.  The solution
was a ping pong paddle hanging in our kitchen that Kevin used when ever he
felt that the rules were being bent.  We may not have liked the spankings
we got, but had to admit that the problem was under control, our living
together was going smoothly and the idea of my moving out seemed distant.
With each spanking one of us received we resolved that we would do better
and that would be the last one.  ( should the word deluded fit some where
in here I wonder?) Two weeks to the day after Linda -(TM)s last spanking
and the five swats I had gotten with the paddle for not agreeing to hang it
in the kitchen fast enough, I came home to find a orange slip hanging on
the door knob, taking it off I walked in the apartment and put it on the
counter, thinking no more about it, I went on about my business, I never
saw that slip again as when Linda came home it was her turn to clean the
kitchen and we think at that point the slip hit the garbage.  One week
later , I got to the apartment and was shocked to see a padlock on our door
and a large eviction notice taped to the center of the door, I raced to the
managers office to demand an explanation.  The Asst.  manager an old bat
that filled in, in her husbands absence said in a nasty tone,  -�well missy
that -(TM)s just too bad your rent check bounced and you two ignored our
warning notice last week so you -(TM)re out and we -(TM)ll get some
responsible tenants. -�  -�Oh hell -� I thought that -(TM)s what that
orange slip had been, soon Linda was back and we put the pieces together, I
had given her my half of the rent in cash and she had not got the deposit
in on time and the check had bounced, when she got the notice from the bank
she had assumed that the apt.  management would simply re-deposit the
check. We seemed to be out of luck, as we stood outside the apartment
wondering how on a Friday evening we could get the money to bring our
account current and at least get our things back, I couldn -(TM)t even call
my Uncle, he was out of town.  Kevin was entering his apartment we saw him
and scrambled over to him for advice as he listened to our tail of woe it
was difficult to determine if he was amused or annoyed, maybe both.  We
finished up telling him about our difficulties sitting on his sofa and by
now at least he was smiling, some of the time.  He said  -�wait here and I
-(TM)ll see what I can do, -� and he left us sitting in his apartment
worrying about our belongings and where were going to stay.  About forty
five minutes later he returned and said  -�come on I have the keys to let
you into your place. -� We scampered after him happy to be able to retrieve
at least enough of our stuff to get us through the next few days, as we
began gathering our stuff Kevin asked  -�what the hell are you two doing
now? -�  -�We -(TM)re getting our stuff together what does it look like to
you? -� shot back Linda in an exasperated voice  -�is that OK with you? -�
With that Kevin went to the door, closed it and while walking to the
kitchen said,  -�maybe you unbelievably irresponsible girls don -(TM)t
realize what I -(TM)ve done for you, -� at this point he had reached the
kitchen and taken down the ping pong paddle from it -(TM)s hook where I had
placed it two weeks ago.  Turning back to us and heading for Linda he went
on,  -�I talked to the manager and explained what corrective steps I was
prepared to take if he allowed you to stay, and he has agreed. -�  -�And
now Linda for your smart mouth you will get a warm up for tonight -(TM)s
main activities, -� and with that Linda was taken by the arm and led to one
of the stools by the counter, Kevin guided the surprised Linda to the seat
and bent her over, she complied without comment, It was her bad luck to be
wearing a running suit that was in short order pulled down and with that,
Kevin delivered ten swats of the paddle as hard as I have ever seen it done
to the seat of her knickers, with the first swat she squealed and almost
lost her balance, a warning from Kevin kept her in place, the second was a
loud crack that sent shivers down my spine.  Splat and another squeal,
Linda was definitely getting a paddling that was as we called them a real
stinger.  The fourth was a loud WHAP and then another WHAP by now Linda was
crying and just trying to maintain her position.  With the tenth swat Kevin
stood back and Linda sensing it was over slowly pulled herself off the
stool and looking at me began rubbing her bottom and raising one leg
slightly then the other as she does sometimes after a spanking to try and
lessen the sting.   -�Now that you -(TM)re overly clever mouth is quiet
Linda, maybe the two of you will listen for a few seconds, -� Linda was
still sniffling but I was all ears.   -�I managed to get your eviction
canceled by personally guaranteeing you future behavior and adherence to
the rules of the complex, but at a price.  In one hour, at 7:00 I will be
back with Mr.  Dels the manager at which time I will be giving you both a
punishment you won -(TM)t soon forget and that satisfies Mr.  Dels that you
will be no more problem. -�  -�Kevin I asked, do you mean that you are
bringing Mr.  Dels here to watch us get spanked? -� I asked in horror at
the thought?   -�Yes Daria -� he said  -�and if I hear one comment about it
from you, you will get the same as Linda just got, NOW have you got
anything you want to say? -� I nodded my head no, I didn -(TM)t have a word
to say.  ( Not a total fool ).   -�Fine then put the paddle back on the
wall for now, Daria, -� he said handing me the paddle I took it by the
business end and wasn -(TM)t sure if I imagined it or not but it seemed
warm to the touch , and did as I was told.  After he left, Linda and I went
to her room and as she pulled down her knickers it was clear that her short
paddling had been most effective.  We talked about the upcoming event and
agreed that if we just held the thought that it would soon be over and we
would be able to stay in our apartment we could get through the experience.
Just as he said, at 7:00 the door bell rang and when I opened it Mr.  Dels
came in with Kevin, I noticed that the old lecher had trouble hiding a
smile at his pleasure, I couldn -(TM)t help blushing and at that moment I
was as embarrassed as I have ever been.  Mr.  Dels went over and to add
insult to injury sat in my favorite reading chair.  The nice and soft white
chair with the wide arms that I liked to curl up in and read before going
to bed, was going to be his vantage point for my spanking, I was almost
indignant at the thought.  Kevin summoned us to stand in front of him and
making short work of his lecture, sent Linda to get a chair and me the
paddle off the wall in the kitchen.  With the chair in place by the counter
and directly in front of the very pleased Mr.  Dels and separated by only
eight or nine feet, I was told by Kevin to come to his side and drop my
shorts and step out of them.  Doing as I was told, I dropped my shorts
which fell to my ankles, I stepped out of one leg and with the other softly
kicked them to my right and away from us.  Kevin announced that since Mr.
Dels had decided to waive the usual late charges of $50.  we could each pay
him back dollar for swat, with 25 swats a piece.  and so our punishment was
decided.  Kevin pulled me closer to him and as I was standing to his right,
with my legs against his right leg he reached over and put his hands on
both of my hips and my knickers and pulled them down taking care that they
descended evenly on both sides until they were midway between my bottom
cheeks and knees, with that accomplished he took my left hand and guided me
across his lap while placing his other hand on my back and moved me into
place.  I wiggled and tried to get settled in, as he pushed me forward
forcing my bottom up in the air, higher than usual.  His left arm pulled up
the back of my over sized T-shirt and slid it to the middle of my back, he
then placed his arm on my bare back and his hand on my side, just below my
breast and secured me on his lap.  And with that the paddling commenced, I
tried my best to maintain my dignity as best as I could with Mr.  Dels in
attendance and clearly enjoying the floor show to no end.  But it was to no
avail, I was soon kicking and crying like I was ten years old again.  With
each swat of the paddle, Kevin was lecturing me on the responsibilities of
paying our rent and being good tenants, I tried keeping my legs together
and strained to squeeze them as tight as I could, but soon I was thrashing
my legs and I knew, exposing my self to Mr.  Dels wide eyed looks.  I tried
to put my hand on my fanny to protect it, but Kevin simply took my wrist in
his left hand and stopped that attempt.  I grabbed the chair leg and hung
on through the rest of the paddling.  The last five swats of the paddle,
were delivered with an extra vigor causing me to squeal loudly with each of
the final slaps on my bottom.  I was let up and crying I tried to pull up
my clothing and regain my composure, while giving Mr.  Dels as small a view
as possible.  I moved backward and standing by the kitchen counter I
finally got my shorts back up.  Then it was Linda -(TM)s turn, she went
over Kevin -(TM)s knee just as I had done and I noticed that her bottom was
still red from her earlier spanking, Oh wow was she in for it I thought. 
He treated her the same as me, and soon she was crying and trying to get
through her spanking, I watched as the paddle popped off her tail and her
bottom shook with each descent of the paddle, I was surprised at how well
she was able to maintain her position, she never tried to cover herself up
like I had, and the kicking of her legs was minimal She did rock slightly
from side to side as the Paddling went past ten swats and was yelping
softly in a small crying voice.  With each pop of the paddle the skin would
appear white and then at once as the paddle pulled back a redness would
appear, and soon her whole bottom was red and giving every appearance of
getting even redder if that were possible.  I found myself, as I was
standing there watching Linda -(TM)s paddling rubbing my bottom, through my
thin shorts trying to get some of the sting out.  When the spankings were
over, Mr.  Dels was invited to leave by Kevin, which he quickly did, I
noticed that his face was flushed red, almost as red as my bottom I
imagined.  Kevin made me put the paddle back in it -(TM)s place on the
kitchen wall, and told us both he would be back on Sunday to review our
progress in some assignments from school, and we should expect him at 3:00
in the afternoon.  That night Linda and I compared our bottoms in the
mirror to determine the extent of the damage, and as both of our fannies
were quite red and clearly sore we were unable to declare a winner between
the two of us.  As we applied lotion to each others bottoms later that
night we kidded around that since Kevin had done the damage, he should have
to apply the lotion.  Well maybe next time.

   ROOMMATES # 3 Several weeks passed since we forgot to pay the rent and
Kevin had taken corrective action, as he referred to it, and things were
back to normal and I assure you the rent was paid on time after that. 
After the paddlings we had gotten, Linda and I talked about the events of
the last few months and over the course of several days of our discussions
we came to the mutual conclusion that we were both happier, less
quarrelsome, and getting better grades than had been the case before, and
that we were probably fortunate to have Kevin involved to put up with our
silliness that emerged from time to time.  I should make clear that up to
this point Kevin only Spanked us for serious offenses that deserved
discipline, and while getting paddled was no fun, we both had to admit that
in each case he was justified and we had no real complaint.  Almost as a
natural extension of events, however soon Kevin was expanding his role
beyond the scope originally agreed, we didn -(TM)t notice the change or
object at first and when we finally realized the difference we simply
accepted the new order of things.  Kevin began giving what he called
preventive spankings, he said they were reminders for when he felt we were
backsliding and before the situation got serious.  Linda and I were of two
minds on this new program on one hand it was annoying to say the least
getting spanked more often, but the spankings were not as severe and we
were able to resume a normal day after only a short 15 minute or so
recovery period.  But it really didn -(TM)t matter all that much what we
thought, we had given Kevin the authority and now that things were going
well we weren -(TM)t about to stop what seemed to be working.  The first of
these corrective spankings took place two weeks after the rent paddlings,
and as luck would have it I was the first victim.  Kevin came over one
afternoon for one of his surprise housekeeping inspections one afternoon,
Linda was still at school, as he review the apartment he mentioned that
there were a few dirty dishes in the sink, I responded in a curt tone,
"well I -(TM)ll get to them when I get a chance is that OK with you?" "No
it -(TM)s not Daria," he said taking me by the arm and leading me to in
front of the sink and taking the ping pong paddle from it -(TM)s place on
the wall he ordered me to lower my jeans to my ankles, I did as I was told,
he then stood behind me and lowered my knickers to my knees, and with that
he took a position to my left and ordering me to place my hands on the
counter edge he gave me five swats with the paddle very quickly.  I was
then instructed to wash the dishes, with my knickers still around my knees
and bottom stinging.  Kevin stood behind me watching my progress with the
dishes.  When I was done I started to reach down and pull up my knickers,
Oh no not yet said Kevin, and placing me firmly against the counter he gave
me five more swats, before I was allowed to pull up my knickers and jeans.
Shortly after that incident Linda and I had invited Kevin over for dinner
one night and as Linda was putting the finishing touches on dinner Kevin
and I were talking in the living room about school and classes, he ask to
see a report that I was to turn in the next day for a Western Civ.  class,
so I of course showed it to him, knowing that it wasn -(TM)t the best work
I had ever done, but I had had a lot to do that week and well it would just
have to do.  As Kevin review the paper I watched a frown spread across his
face, and with a bit of relief I heard Linda announce that dinner was
ready. As we ate and talked the subject of school came up and we all
discussed how we were doing, Linda expected to get an A in one class and do
almost as well in the rest, a stunning turn around from a few months ago,
Kevin and I offered our congratulations as we all talked about the
motivation that had spurred the improvements.  We freely talked about the
spankings Kevin had given us and we were unanimous in agreeing that we had
him to thank for our progress.  Then the topic turned to me and I had to
report some what less satisfactory progress, there was not going to be an A
in my immediate future and Maybe a B or two, but I piped up cheerfully,
well that -(TM)s still pretty good improvement for me.  Kevin interrupted
my rambling, Not nearly as much improvement as you are capable of, and if
that sloppy paper you showed me earlier is any indication of the quality of
your work I -(TM)m surprised that your even passing your classes.  Not
liking this turn in the conversation I ask, sullenly what -(TM)s wrong with
it?  Even though I knew the answer.  "The paper is sloppily written, the
spelling errors are too numerous to count, and the grammar, How long did
you spend on that paper an hour?," "No my smart mouth shot off, 45
minutes." As soon as I said it I knew that I should have kept my mouth
shut. "Well I think we -(TM)ll have to take a little corrective action, Ms.
Little, right after dinner, now what -(TM)s for dessert," He asked?  My
stomach went to immediate knots and I sat quietly picking at my slice of
apple pie.  As Linda and I were clearing the table she hissed at me, "Daria
keep your mouth shut and you -(TM)ll get in less trouble," "yea I know" I
muttered, "I wonder how hard this one is going to be I said to her." Linda
and I went in to the living room as the dishwasher began it -(TM)s duties,
as we both sat on the sofa Linda bless her heart tried to turn the
conversation to lighter topic in a vain attempt to get Kevin side tracked
and hopefully get him to forget about the corrective action he had
mentioned or at the least, if he was in a good mood, maybe the spanking
would be a minor one.  We chatted for a few minutes, then Kevin said,
"before this evening progresses too much more we have a matter to get out
of the way, isn -(TM)t that right Daria?" "Yes I guess we do I responded
weakly." "Daria he said, since your school work looked like that of a
little girl, that -(TM)s how you will be punished, I want you to go to your
room and put on your Bunny PJs , come back put here and I -(TM)ll see to
your correction." ( I should point out here that my Bunny PJs were bought
as a joke by Linda for my Birthday, after I had mentioned upon seeing some
in a store that I had had a pair exactly like them as a child) They fit far
too tight and were too snug across the bottom, but I suspected that my
comfort was not all that important to Kevin at the moment.  So I went to my
room to do as I had been instructed.  With the bottoms of the pajamas
pulled up as hard as I could they came up not quite to my waist and the
tops reached down only to just above my belly button, leaving a wide
expanse of me between the two uncovered, as I tried to adjust my apparel to
some small standard of satisfaction, I was thinking to my self of how to
thank Linda some fine day for this really thoughtful gift.  Soon still
tugging and pulling, I made my appearance in the living room, as I entered
both Linda and Kevin smiled at the presentation that stood before them. 
"That -(TM)s right go ahead and laugh" I said, "make fun.".  "Easy Daria
Kevin said no need to make this worse is there?" "No sir," I responded
falling in to the little girl mode that the PJs inspired.  "Now then Daria,
Please tell me how you were punished when you were ten and had misbehaved,
and don -(TM)t leave anything out or try and minimize the punishment or I
will, believe me, know and make the spanking a double," As I had little
doubt that some how he would know if I tried to fib, I decided to be as
honest as I could.  "For something bad I would be made to listen to a
lecture, and then taken across my Dad -(TM)s knees, he would pull down my
bottoms and lecture me some more and then would Spank me for fifteen or
twenty swats, if I tried to escape or resist in any way he would add swats
as he felt they were deserved, Then when the spanking was over I was made
to stand in a corner for ten minutes or so." "Hmm interesting," Kevin
observed.  "and tell me did you get the paddle or belt a switch or how was
the spanking administered?" "Well sir I went on as meekly as I could, when
I was ten, I was still usually spanked by hand." "Then come here young
lady," he said and I went to his side as he began a lecture of the
importance of school work and my responsibilities, with that completed, he
gently took my left hand and pulled me across his lap, and resumed the
lecture, just as I described my spankings at ten years of age, with this
completed he began the task of pulling down my bottoms.  As I mentioned
before the bottoms were tight and he had to try and pull them down and he
was taking care not to tear the material, for some reason I got into my
head not to cooperate and pushed my self firmly onto his lap making his
task harder, he quickly caught onto what I was doing and said Daria, lift
your bottom up, this silliness is going to cost you extra, I quickly
complied and soon my pj bottoms were at my knees.  He gave me a few light
pats to zero in on his target no doubt, and then began administering the
spanking.  The first three swats didn -(TM)t sting too much, but by the
fourth a sting was starting to build, and as usual I was soon wiggling and
whimpering with each swat as it landed on my tail.  I dug my toes into the
carpet and determined to ride out the spanking with as little fuss as
possible after all surely I could take an everyday hand spanking with no
trouble.  And to some extent I was right, even though it stung and I cried
I was able to ride it out and maintain some semblance of dignity, as best
one can under the circumstances.  As the fifteenth swat landed I was
hopeful that that would signal the end, but it was not to be that quick and
the last five had me kicking my feet and waving my arms in a frantic effort
to help me get through the spanking, and then it was over.  He stood me up
and as soon as I was standing, Kevin started pulling me towards a corner of
the living room, where he placed me with instructions not to move or try or
cover my self, and there I stood with my bottoms around my ankles and my
red stinging bottom facing the living room.  After about five minutes, as I
was expecting to be allowed to go to my room, the door bell rang, "Get that
will you Linda?" Kevin instructed, "And don -(TM)t you move Daria" he
ordered as I was bending over to pick up my bottoms, Not one inch do you
move and get your nose back in the corner, your punishment isn -(TM)t over
quite yet we still have the matter of resisting the removal of you bottoms.
"Oh swell, this is just great" I sniffled to my self, as I heard the door
open.  "Why hello Brad," Linda said to our visitor, "maybe you can come
back later?" "NO NO come on in Brad," offered Kevin, "what can we do for
you?" "Well I came to see Daria he responded is she in?  I was going to ask
her out on our second date, we had a great time last week." I thought I
would pass out with embarrassment, about that time I heard Brad say "Huh?"
and I knew that he had looked in my direction.  "Well Brad, Kevin said let
me tell you, what we have here is a little girl that thinks it -(TM)s OK to
turn in sloppy school work and then resist her punishment, and you -(TM)ve
arrived just in time to see the final part of her punishment, If you -(TM)d
like to watch please feel free to have a seat." The next thing I was aware
of was Kevin taking me by the left arm pulling me a foot from the wall and
telling me to stand still and then I heard the paddle hit my bottom and
then felt it, I yipped and then four more swats hit home, with the fifth I
was on my toes leaning forward and going ouch ouch, Kevin then stopped and
said "Daria Understand you are never to resist a spanking when I think it
is necessary you have given up the right to question or resist my
authority." With that five more hard, Very hard swats of the paddle landed
and I was once again up on my toes, this time crying freely.  "Do you
Understand me young lady??  I didn -(TM)t hear you did you say anything,"
"yes sir I heard you," I croaked out between gasps for air and tears, "I
understand, "Good he said now lets make sure," and with that the paddle
began setting my tail on fire, I -(TM)m not sure how many swats I got in
that series, I think it was about ten or so, but it felt like a hundred at
that point.  I was soon yipping again and lifting my feet as if I were
running in place, though I knew better than to try and get away.  As soon
as the paddling was over I leaned into the corner rubbing my bottom and
crying forgetting about my audience and focusing on more immediate
concerns. I was then allowed to pull up my bottoms and go to my room and as
I stumbled towards my exit I heard Brad say, "well I -(TM)ll be damned." As
I lay there on my bed and the sting subsiding I began to wonder what effect
this was going to have on my new relationship with Brad.  I was sure of one
thing I was going to be embarrassed the next time I saw him.