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 A Weekend to Remember by Alex Snow(C)2012





   Paula and her mother left the office and went straight to the drug
store. The poor child looked down at her shoes the whole time as the
pharmacist explained about the suppositories in front of all the customers
there, embarrassed by giggles from several people around her.

   One of the people who giggled was the fat lady in front of Freddy and
his uncle.  Freddy's uncle bounced impatiently on his heels and muttered in
a highly audible undertone "If the damned brat would stay away from junk
food, she wouldn't need that crap shoved up her rear end."

   The laughter was louder this time and Freddy saw the flush creep up
Paula's neck and stain her cheeks red.  He didn't know her well, she was
two grades below him, and he didn't like her much or at least her group of
friends.

   Her friends were all as snotty as she was; once he'd seen them depants a
little boy on the playground because he ran over their blanket chasing a
ball.  The teachers hadn't said a word to them because they were all
teacher's pets.

   The pharmacist gave Uncle Stewart an icy glare and said "If you'll just
be patient, sir, I'll be with you in a moment."

   He turned back to Mrs.  Wallace and continued with his explanation.

   "This suppository is Black-gel Super made by the Astoria Company,
similar to Senakot but much stronger.  Keep it refrigerated until you're
ready to use it.  The knee-chest position is best.  Remove the wrapping,
dip the suppository in heated oil to soften it slightly and insert it in
the child's rectum.  Get it as high as you can for maximum effect.  I'll
include some finger cots.  I'm afraid the doctor has prescribed a rather
harsh laxative here and you may have some problems with stomach cramps or
diarrhea.  Now make sure the young lady stays near a bathroom since this
medicine can take effect in as little as fifteen minutes."

   "Maybe he should give the lady a demonstration," someone else sneered
and this time the laughter was louder.

   Freddy couldn't help giggling himself.  He had a mental image of Paula
lying on her back with her panties at "half-mast" as his uncle would have
put it with the pharmacist lecturing in his professor voice while he poked
something into Paula's bottom.  That part of the picture was vague.

   He wasn't quite sure what a suppository was and he'd never seen a girl
in that position.  Small wonder since he was an only child and the girls at
school wouldn't be caught dead talking to a geek like him.

   To Freddy, girls were almost a different species.  At St.  Magdalene
Lower School, the girls and boys had separate classes and hardly interacted
even on the playground since it was dangerous to get the nuns down on you
for fraternizing.

   But since he'd turned thirteen, his interest in girls had grown to an
obsession, not the lovey-dovey stuff but what they were like and how they
were different from boys.  And what fascinated him most was the idea that
girls, those delicate and Ivory-pure creatures could get spanked like boys
and sometimes had to take their medicine in unmentionable places just as he
did when he got what his uncle called "plugged up".

   He wished just this once he could be a fly on the wall when Paula got
her treatment.  Then he could see what they were like.

   The pharmacist finished with Mrs.  Wallace and her daughter and they
left, Paula keeping her eyes focused on her shoes.

   After Freddy's uncle picked up his prescription, they did some more
shopping and had burgers at one of the fast-food places that dotted the
mall.  On the way home, they ran into the Wallaces again and his uncle
stopped to chat.

   Paula hung back a little, pouting sullenly and not looking at anyone,
and Freddy could study her from close up.  He didn't care if she caught him
staring; looking was free and he knew his uncle would just be amused. 
Paula was maybe an inch shorter than him and sort of skinny but he thought
her face, framed in short, dark red hair, was pretty.

   She was wearing a halter that left her midriff bare and a short
checkered skirt.  She saw him watching and tossed her head with a sort of
sneer.  Freddy scowled, feeling a surge of real hatred.

   Nasty, mean, snotty, skinny-butt, boring girrrl!  He wished Mrs. 
Wallace would give her a tanning and he could watch, like that time with
the next-door neighbors and their little daughter walked on some flowers
and the neighbor lady had jerked her shorts down and swatted her a few
times.  Only that girl had been no more than three and he'd only seen her
bare butt for like a few seconds.  But the image had stuck in his memory.

   He suddenly became aware that his uncle was shaking his shoulder and
repeating something.

   "Listen up, boy.  How about it?  It's just till Monday when your ma
picks you up.  Then I won't have to miss my fishing trip after all."

   Mrs.  Wallace patted him on the head and smiled sweetly.  He'd noticed
she smiled at him a lot, though she treated most people the way a policeman
treats a bum.  He supposed she knew his mom made a lot of money.

   "Daydreaming, Freddy?  I was just asking your uncle if you'd like to
visit us this weekend.  And your uncle said that was fine with him as he
has some business to attend to and that would give me a chance to have a
proper chat with your mother.  I've hardly spoken to her since you moved
next door."

   Freddy's heart gave a leap.  Talk about lucking out, about your dreams
coming true.  It was quickly arranged, Freddy's uncle would drive him home
to pack a few clothes and Mrs.  Wallace would pick him up at 4:00 when they
were finished shopping.

   Compared to Freddy's family, Mrs.  Wallace was lower income but he liked
her beat-up Volvo station wagon better than his mom's Jag.

   Of course, you couldn't beat a Jag for performance but the station wagon
was comfy and faster and smoother than it looked.

   He got to ride in front with Mrs.  Wallace while Paula was exiled to the
back seat and that really seemed to put her nose out of joint.  She started
whining the minute Mrs.  Wallace pulled away from the curb and kept it up
way past the danger point even though Freddy could see her mom was
steaming.

   "But Mommy I don't see why he has to come along.  We don't even know his
family."

   "Paula, that is so rude.  I can't believe you said that and we're going
to have a serious discussion of that when I get you home.  Freddy is
visiting because I asked him to and in case you've forgotten it, I'm still
running this family.  He's a very nice boy and I'm sure you'll be friends
when you get to know each other.  Now knock it off or you'll be sorry."

   "But Mo-om!  How can you let a boy stay with us when I have this med...I
mean, you know, what I have to take.  Geez!  Can't we ever have any
privacy? And it was so embarrassing at the pharmacy with that dumb old
druggist shooting off his mouth.  I could have died!"

   "Mr.  Haines is not a dumb old druggist and you would have been spared
that embarrassment if you had any sense about your diet.  Now as I
explained to you this morning, things are due for a change at our house and
you are heading for a very painful date with a strap if you keep this up.
If you're concerned for what a boy is going to see, you'd better keep your
mouth shut because if I have to spank you, I'm not going to worry about
your precious privacy."

   Paula screamed, "You mean old bitch, you wouldn't dare!  I'll tell Daddy
and Judge Perkins will put you in jail."

   Mrs.  Wallace laughed.

   "Not from what Molly Perkins tells me.  Her father used a strap on her
plenty when she was your age.  And I have full custody, not your father. 
Now I'm warning you one last time.  You're embarrassing us in front of our
visitor."

   Paula kicked the back seat viciously.

   "I don't care.  I don't care.  He's a creep and I don't care what his
creepy opinions are.  Everybody at school hates him.  He's fat and creepy
and geeky and I hope Sister Assumption uses the ruler on him again."

   "Just wait till I get you home, young lady," said Mrs.  Wallace in a
furious undertone.

   She patted Freddy on the knee.

   "Don't you worry about what she says, Frederick.  She's going to be a
very sorry little girl when I get through with her."

   Freddy nodded, blushing.  It really made him mad, the things she was
saying.  So he was a little overweight and maybe not so popular.

   She didn't have to rub his nose in it.  It was especially mean to bring
up the trouble with Sister Assumption right in front of Mrs.  Wallace.

   He wondered if Mrs.  Wallace really meant it, about using a strap.  That
would be awesome.  Maybe he could sneak a peek somehow.  He glanced
sideways at Mrs.  Wallace's profile.

   Boy, she looked mad!  He relaxed into his seat, smiling to himself.  He
bet anything that Miss Smartypants was going to really get it when they got
home and he stood a good chance of seeing or at least hearing some part of
it.  It was shaping up to be quite a weekend.

   When they pulled into the garage, Mrs.  Wallace used her beeper to lock
the garage door, snapped open her purse and pulled out a key ring.  She
selected one and handed it to Freddy.

   "Frederick, would you be a dear and open the door while I shake some
sense into my daughter?"

   Freddie dashed up the three steps, opened the door and turned to watch.
Mrs.  Wallace had the back door of the car open and was reaching in with
her right hand.

   There was a squeal from Paula; seconds later she scrambled out of the
car and Freddie saw why she was moving so fast.  Mrs.  Wallace had a good
grip on her left ear.

   As Freddie held the door, grinning, Mrs.  Wallace dragged her daughter
out of the car and up the steps into the house.  Paula's face was red with
embarrassment and anger, and she was trying to resist but Mrs.  Wallace
just pulled harder and Paula followed her ear.  "Ow, ow, ow," she shrieked.


   Freddie closed the door and accompanied them into the living room.

   Mrs.  Wallace renewed her grip on her daughter's ear and twisted hard to
the right and up.  Paula shrieked and came up on her toes grabbing at Mrs.
Wallace's wrists.  Her face was all scrunched up and her eyes closed tight.
She was doing a little dance on her tiptoes and whining in a high babyish
voice "Ow ow oweeee, Mommieee ow."

   "Now listen up, Paula, I'm only saying this once.  You are going to get
the paddling of your young life this afternoon and I want complete
cooperation from now on or I'm going to call Mr.  Yancy from next door to
give me a hand.  You remember what Mr.  Yancy said when you trampled his
prize flowers and how he'd be glad at any time at all to help with your
discipline?  Over a hundred dollars it cost me to replace those flowers and
now you put on a childish scene right in front of Freddie and call him the
worst names and embarrass the life out of me.  You hear me?  You want Mr.
Yancy over here?"

   "No!  Please, Mommy, ow, don't, ow I'll be gooood, ow."

   "You'd better because my patience is worn out.  Now lie down over the
arm of this couch while I get what I need.  And don't you dare move a
muscle if you know what's good for you."

   She made Paula lie face-down over the arm of a leather couch that faced
the room.  She told Freddie she hoped he didn't mind but taking care of
Paula's willfulness came first and then they would have a nice little
snack.

   Freddie shook his head no he didn't mind at all and as Mrs.  Wallace
bustled off he sat carefully on the edge of an armchair next to the couch.

   From here he had a really exciting view.

   Paula was no more than three feet away.  He could hear her sniffling and
whimpering; she seemed to have forgotten about his presence.

   Her short red and black tartan skirt had ridden up on her back and he
could see her white panties pulled tight on her narrow butt.

   Her legs were close together, preventing him from seeing as much as he
would like but he didn't really have any complaints.

   He studied the way her position wedged the panties in the crack of her
butt revealing the lower half of each pale cheek.

   There was an angry red pimple just under the elastic of the panties on
her right leg.

   Her legs were rather long and pale.

   The arm of the couch appeared to be digging into her belly to an
uncomfortable degree for suddenly she made a querulous sound and stretched
to reach for a pillow at the other end.

   As she stretched, her skirt rode way up, her right leg swung to the side
and the gusset of her panties narrowed revealing an odd pursing of pinkish
flesh on either side.

   Freddie leaned forward in excitement, feeling his scrotum tighten and
his dick give a little jump.

   He felt the way he felt when he was spanking his monkey, something he
had learned from a friend only a year ago.

   Paula was sliding the pillow under her loins just as her mother
returned.

   Mrs.  Wallace's mouth tightened and she said, "You still don't realize
how much trouble you're in, I see.  Didn't I tell you not to move?  All
right, sweetie, you asked for it.  The ten I was going to give you have
just become twenty."

   She raised her right hand and a tingle ran down Freddie's back as he saw
she was carrying a heavy wooden spoon.

   Mrs.  Wallace put the spoon, the box of suppositories she had bought at
the drugstore, a jar of Vaseline and something that looked like a balloon
on a low end table near the couch and carefully rolled her daughter's skirt
up until it was just under her ribs.  Freddie watched in breathless
excitement.

   Geez!  He could see her butt real good now encased in white cotton
panties.  Mrs.  Wallace pulled these tight into the crack of her buttocks
so that Freddie could see almost all of her pale cheeks.  She whimpered and
wiggled in discomfort.

   Mrs.  Wallace picked up the spoon, stepped back and to the side and
swung the spoon down with a vicious slash.  The results were spectacular.

   There was a loud splat, a bright red spoon-shaped mark sprang out on the
pale cheek and Paula gave a shriek and jumped up, clapping her hands to her
bottom and doing a little jig.  Freddie giggled.  She looked so silly
jumping up and down.

   Immediately she turned on him, her face red with fury and shouted "Don't
you dare laugh at me, you fat stupid pig or I'll tell my dad and he'll beat
you up." Her skirt had fallen down in front.

   Her mother, lips pressed into a tight white line, grabbed her by the arm
and administered half a dozen stingers to her bare legs while Paula
shrieked and danced around.

   "I've had it with you," Mrs.  Wallace snapped.  "Now you listen to me,
girlie.  First of all, let's get rid of this silly skirt so it doesn't get
in the way."

   Ignoring Paula's tearful whines, she unbuttoned the side of the skirt
and pulled it down and off.

   "You don't need this either." She unsnapped the halter, exposing Paula's
little titties, dark and wrinkled as raisins and dropped it on top of the
skirt.

   "Now lie back down where you were and if you move out of place again,
I'll have Freddie hold your hands."

   Snuffling noisily, Paula lay back down over the pillow.

   Mrs.  Wallace pulled her left arm behind her, took the wrist in her left
hand pressing it hard against Paula's back and tugged her panties down to
her knees.

   She picked up the spoon and began to whack her daughter's cringing
bottom hard and fast, not only her tight, narrow buttocks but the backs of
her thighs.  Paula howled continuously, a high-pitched almost wordless
yammer

   "Owowowow, eeeYAAAHhanh mommmeeeee, aaaaAAAA- uh huh uh huh
MAAAAhnhahnh", kicking hard enough to rip her panties.

   Freddie watched almost fainting with excitement.

   He didn't count the strokes but there sure seemed to be a lot.

   When Mrs.  Wallace stopped at last, Paula's bottom was covered with red
streaks and welts that went down to the hollows of her knees.

   The girl stood on quaking knees and turned to face them.  Her wailing
had diminished to gulping sobs, her face was red and tear-stained and a
strand of mucus had run down one cheek.

   With her panties still at her knees, she was showing Freddie everything
but she didn't seem to care who was watching.  All her attention was on her
scarlet behind, which she kneaded tenderly with both hands.

   Mrs.  Wallace allowed her a few seconds of this after-spanking soothing
before she ordered her back over the sofa.  Paula quickly obeyed.

   Her mother pulled on of the funny rubber balloons over her forefinger.
This must be the finger cot the pharmacist had mentioned.

   She spread Paula's welted butt-cheeks apart with her left thumb and
forefinger, exposing something pink and wrinkled between them, dipped her
other forefinger in the jar and twirled it till it glistened with Vaseline,
set it against the pinkish-brown wrinkle and pushed.

   Paula squealed "Oh, mommy, please please pleeeese it hurts."

   The greasy forefinger sank into the crevice of her bottom and the
wrinkle swelled around it.

   "Nonsense, I used plenty of Vaseline so stop whining unless you want
another spanking."

   Paula made a complaining sound as Mrs.  Wallace withdrew her finger,
leaving a dark opening that immediately contracted back into the wrinkle.

   Mrs.  Wallace extracted one of the suppositories from its tinfoil
sheath, dipped it in a glass of warm water and pushed it into the wrinkle
till her finger sank in past the knuckle.

   Paula grunted and said in a soft voice, "Ow, mommy, ow."

   Mrs.  Wallace drew the panties up and said, "Now go stand in the corner
till it works.  If Mr.  Haines is right, that won't be long.  Freddie,
would you be a dear and watch her while I get your room ready?  She has to
hold it at least fifteen minutes.  You have your wristwatch?  Then escort
her to the bathroom and come get me."

   Freddie turned the most comfortable chair to face the corned and settled
down to observe.  He sure wished Mrs.  Wallace had left the panties down
but even this way, he had a wonderful view.

   She really looked funny wearing only panties with her shoes and socks
but at the same time it made him feel funny, the way he had when he was
watching her bent over the sofa arm.

   Those welts really looked sore and Paula was still snuffling.

   After five minutes or so, she suddenly grunted sharply as though someone
had punched her in the stomach and began wiggling her butt and rubbing her
knees together and hopping from foot to foot in comic impatience.

   "Freddiee?" she said in a high-pitched voice.  "Freddie?  Please."

   "Oh, so now it's please," Freddie sneered.  "You better just hold it. 
Your mother said fifteen minutes and you got at least ten left."

   "Oh, no, Freddie, please," she whimpered, "I can't possibly hold it that
long.  It's really strong and I really gotta go."

   She was looking over her shoulder and holding both hands tight against
her crotch, dancing a little jig.

   "Please, I take it back, what I said.  I'm sorry I was so mean to you."
"Okay.  Maybe.  What do you want me to do?"

   "Please don't tell my ma if I go early."

   "Oh, no.  Your ma said escort you."

   "Okay, already, okay.  Please take me to the bathroom right now.  I
really got to go, please."

   "Uh-uh.  Little babies don't say bathroom.  Say potty." Freddie giggled.

   She flushed, biting her lip.  She was facing him now.  "Please take me
to the potty."

   Freddie allowed himself to be persuaded, rose and escorted her with a
firm grip on her arm.  As soon as they arrived, she darted inside, jerked
her panties down and sat.

   At once she gave a shriek and bounced up again.  Whimpering, she eased
herself down on the seat and Freddie heard a squirting sound followed by a
liquid plop.

   "Oh geez," she moaned, clutching her belly and leaning forward.  "Oh
geez."

   Snickering to himself, Freddie closed the bathroom door and went
upstairs to find Mrs.  Wallace.

   The tables sure had been turned.  He bet she wouldn't get on her high
horse after today.  He bet today wasn't the only spanking he would see
either, now that Mrs.  Wallace was in a spanking mood.  This would be a
weekend to remember all right.