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The Calculator
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
If there is one thing that Janet Ballard cared about, it was school.
From the moment her children started kindergarten, she focused
her energy on their schooling. When they were very young, she
would empty out the contents of their backpacks each evening,
and ask questions about their day. She knew which day was spelling
test day. She knew the names of all their teachers, memorized
their schedules and volunteered behind the scenes at school.
If her boys needed her, they knew they could always count on mom
to drive them to school on days they were running late and missed
the bus. She always felt that her job was to manage stress for
her children, and to help where she could by sending them away
from the comfort of home with confidence and a relaxed smile.
As they got older, her job became less noticeable. By the time
her sons were in college, she couldn't help them study, but she
could see to it that they had a good meal, or enough sleep. She
no longer knew the names of their teachers, or even which day
they had tests. Occasionally she would ask, "So, how are your
grades?" and they would reply. "Doing good mom." And Janet was
satisfied with that.
One morning during breakfast, Janet asked her son Mark this very
question, and his answer included the information that he had
three exams that day. She had noticed he was up late the night
before studying, and that he looked very stressed. Just then,
Mark's girlfriend flung open the front door with a loud bang,
and Mark and Lynn did their usual hugging and giggling greeting
ritual and quickly disappeared into his bedroom.
A few minutes later, Janet saw Lynn come back into the living
room. She was searching through her purse for something. From
the sounds of their voices, Janet could tell something was wrong.
Lynn stomped back down the hall toward her son's room.
The voices got louder, and finally Janet went to her son's doorway
and asked what was wrong. They explained that Lynn had misplaced
her calculator a few weeks ago, and had borrowed Mark's spare
one. Now it seemed that the second calculator was missing. Lynn
was asking Mark to drive her back to her house to look before
leaving for school. Janet knew enough about her son's schedule
that taking the time to drive in the opposite direction was going
to cause Mark to miss his first exam of the day, and at the very
least, he would be late and stressed from all this upset.
Janet made a suggestion, and quite a strange suggestion it was
too...
"Lynn, misplacing two calculators is very careless. I know where
another one is, but I don't know if you can be trusted not to
lose this one. Also, causing so much stress on Mark right before
his tests is very wrong. You should organize your things the night
before, so all this rushing around at the last minute isn't necessary."
Lynn looked around. "Where is there another one? I need it! I
can't take my test without one! Just give it to me already."
Janet replied with a smile. "I will let you have it, but before
I do, I need some reassurance that you are going to be more careful."
"Yes I promise, I will."
"Well, what would reassure me that your behavior will change,
is for you to come into my den for a short discussion."
This is when Mark smiled, the stress draining from his face. He
knew exactly what it meant when his mother took someone into her
den. He had been there many times before, and he always left with
a sore behind and an improved attitude. He knew his mom would
handle things perfectly.
"Is that where it is, in the den? Sure!" replied Lynn.
Lynn followed Janet into the den, and looked around. There was
a comfortable couch, a computer and desk, and on the end table
next to the couch was a hairbrush. Lynn didn't see a calculator
anyplace.
Janet picked up the hairbrush and showed it to Lynn. She gently
smacked it against her palm as she talked.
"Lynn, I am going to punish you for being careless with things,
and for causing Mark so much stress before his exams. Then you
are going to apologize to him and then we will see about getting
you a calculator to borrow for your tests today."
Lynn didn't know what to say, she stood there looking shocked
then finally managed to say, "You are going to.. to. spank me?"
"Yes, and I need for you to unbuckled your jeans and take them
off."
Lynn hadn't been spanked, ever, and she didn't know what to do.
She took off her shoes and unbuckled her pants and kicked them
off her feet.
Janet almost felt sorry for Lynn, but then she remembered all
the times that Lynn had been careless and loud and thoughtless,
and she knew she was doing the right thing.
She sat down on the couch and grabbed Lynn's hand, giving a pull
and Lynn went directly across her lap.
Lynn was a very pretty girl. It is no wonder that Mark has been
head over heels for her since kindergarten. As she matured, Lynn
became even prettier. Her long straight blond hair had gotten
a bit darker, and she wore it cut in a Paige Boy, so that her
hair moved from side to side when Lynn tosses her head to laugh
or flirt. Her thin tomboyish figure had rounded out, and now her
shapely round behind accentuated her tiny waist even more. Janet
rested the hairbrush on Lynn's bottom and gave it a gentle tap.
"Oo! It's going to hurt. Oh, please don't spank me!"
"Yes it is going to hurt, but in the long run, you will hurt a
lot less inside," Janet said with compassion.
The first smack of the hairbrush landed solidly on her panty-clad
backside. Then more followed it. First on her left cheek and then
on her right, the hairbrush fell with a fast steady rhythm until
Lynn started to wiggle and squirm trying to get away. Janet wrapped
her left arm around the girl's waist then, tugging her in close,
and finished her panty warming with eight more stinging smacks.
While Janet stopped spanking for a minute and was rubbing the
sting that burned under her panties, Lynn said, "Ok, that really
hurt. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." and she giggled a little,
glad that this ordeal was over.
"Now just a minute young lady. This spanking is far from over,"
Janet said, as she tucked her fingers into the waistband of Lynn's
white cotton panties.
Once Lynn realized what was about to happen, she clenched her
cheeks together, trapping the fabric in her crease, but not trapping
it well enough to keep the panties from sliding slowly down.
As the panties slid down, Lynn let out a wail that was sure to
be heard by Mark in the next room. "Please no, not my panties!
Please noooooooo!"
Janet adjusted Lynn's panties to lie just below her curvy bottom
and then patted the girls backside with the back of the hairbrush
a few more times.
"Yes Lynn, in this house, it's spankings on the bare behind,"
Janet found herself smiling as she said the words. "Now relax
back here, and we can get this finished so you won't be late for
school."
Lynn did her best to do as she was told. She took a few deep sorrowful
breaths, and then bit her lip while relaxing her bottom. As soon
as she did the hairbrush started landing again. Smack after smack
lit her bottom on fire. Lynn started kicking her legs and lifting
up her shoulders. She had never felt such intense pain before,
and no matter how she wailed or struggled, Janet seemed not to
notice!
Janet had seen it all before, her sons had tried many times to
fake their tears and complain early in the spanking, but Janet
judged when she would stop by the color of their bottoms, and
Lynn's behind was just now starting to turn the proper shade of
cranberry red. Janet tightened her grip on the girl's waist and
finished up the spanking by giving her twelve good smacks to the
underside of her bottom cheeks.
"These young lady are going to do you..... the most... good...
right ... where.... you ...sit ...down."
Lynn let out a scream and then put her hands to her face and started
sobbing.
"I'm sorry I am, I won't do it again. I promise!"
Janet felt the promises were heart felt, and she put down the
hairbrush, and then gently patted the girl's swollen bottom.
"Alright sweetie, you better get your jeans back on and wash away
those tears, and I will go and find you the calculator so you
won't be late for school. Let's not keep Mark waiting."
As they both stood up, Janet was surprised when instead of instantly
putting on her jeans; Lynn turned to her, with her panties still
down, and gave Janet a big hug.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Mommy. Nobody has - ever -cared enough
to spank me when I am bad."
Janet put her arms around Lynn and gently patted her red behind.
"Lynn, you are a good girl and a good girl for Mark as well. You
make him happy and that makes me happy."
Later that day, when they sat down for dinner, Janet noticed that
Lynn said ouch as she sat down at the table. She saw a smile
pass between Mark and Lynn. Janet didn't need to ask; she knew
that things were "going good" for both of them.
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