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He set the alarm since he had to go to work on Saturday but I didn't look at the clock until after a quick trip to the bathroom. Then I moaned and complained. "We didn't have to get up this early. You don't have to be at the store for another hour and a half."
He smiled and said, "No I don't but I didn't want to rush off without doing this."
On any other Saturday I would've preferred sleeping in but he managed to convince me to stay awake. It was soft gentle sex and although he didn't spank me the lingering effects of the night before kept my bottom nicely warmed.
When we finally showered and dressed he had only a few minutes to get to work. At the door we kissed again and I pointed out that he left the dowel and the ropes in my bedroom. He said, "Consider it a present. You can add them to your collection of toys. I might be tempted to try what we did last night with someone else but right now I want it to be something special between us."
That got him a deep kiss and when he left I slumped against the door and had to chide myself. I felt this way about Pete and that fizzled so I had to be careful about how I interpreted Howard's remarks. Still, it was a nice feeling.
Later that morning Jenny came to see me. I mentioned that I hadn't seen her at the Community Service and she made a funny face. "Yeah, Mom said I had to stay home since I was being punished. Luckily for me, she only used her hand and not the hairbrush."
I smiled. "You forget that I know what one of her hand spankings is like so you have my sympathy. Still, I know your Mom and if she thinks you need a spanking it's probably for good reason. She loves you even if it hurts sometimes."
She looked down and shuffled her feet. "Yeah, I know but that didn't make the spanking hurt any less. Do you like me?"
In my time there I had quite a few chats with my neighbors and especially Jenny. She was like a favorite niece and she even called me her aunt. So I was confused by her question. I assured her that I liked her a great deal so her next statement caught me totally off guard.
"I guess I know that. I'll try and remember that you're spanking me for my own good."
"Huh?" was all I could say at first. Then, "Why would I spank you?"
She explained. "I was playing in your car yesterday. You know, making believe I was driving. I love that car. I hope I can have one like it someday."
I waited and she continued, "I was holding a can of soda and it spilled all over the seat."
I cringed at the thought of a mess in my little blue baby and she looked up. "Don't worry, I was able to clean it up with some wet cloths but Mom found out and I got spanked."
Once again I waited for her to resume. "That was just for trespassing in someone else's property but I should also be punished for making a mess and possibly damaging your car. She says it's appropriate for you to be the one who spanks me for that."
I was in a quandary. She was a sweet girl and I hated the thought of hurting her. I was unsure. I said, "I don't know if I can do that."
She looked at me pleadingly. "Please. If I don't get one from you she'll do it and with her hairbrush. Please spank me."
As she was speaking she unsnapped her jeans and was stepping out of them. I wasn't happy but I nodded for her to continue her preparations. As Jessica told us, the Archer girls were punished in the nude and in less than a minute Jenny stood before me in her natural glory. She is a pretty girl and was developing nicely. I'm sure there were many boys in her school who would love to see her naked but her charms were of no concern to me. This was my first time as a punisher and it dawned on me that it was a good learning experience. If I were to have children of my own I would have to be the parent and not just their friend. Since this was Riverton that meant stern discipline and it wouldn't always be my husband's job to spank a naughty youngster.
With that thought in mind I put aside my guilt and distaste for what I had to do and sat down. She meekly lay on my lap and I got my first look at a bottom trembling in trepidation. I was as nervous as she was but at least it wouldn't be my rear end suffering. I said, "How long does your mother spank you?"
She answered, "I don't know. Much longer than I would like, that I can tell you. I guess it's up to you. I'm not going to like it but Mom says I better come home with a bright red bottom or else."
I assumed the 'or else' meant the hairbrush spanking and I was only partly correct. Jenny confirmed that much and actually giggled as she added, "Mom said if she had to finish my spanking she would come up here and show you how to do it right."
I was tempted to join in the mirth but I remained serious. "Don't worry Jenny. You're going to get a very good spanking and I'm sure your mother will approve of it. And I don't think this is the time for joking."
I had gotten into the role of an unsympathetic grown-up with a naughty child to discipline. She hung her head and apologized. I made her wait a few seconds before slapping down as hard as I could. My intention was to get her attention and demonstrate that I was determined to spank her properly. Her head shot up and the next one landed.
It had been many years since my folks took me over their knees but Jenny's mom was my mentor now. First in giving me the second part of my community service and then watching her with young Richard the night before. Although I wasn't using her hairbrush I understood the necessity of spreading the blows to get the whole surface very sore and then to keep the pain at that level for the rest of the spanking. She kicked her legs involuntarily a few times but in the Riverton spirit, there was never any attempt to reach back and shield her bottom or try to wriggle the target away from my hand.
I was beginning to appreciate using a paddle or hairbrush since the palm of my hand was starting to hurt. Of course, it was nothing in comparison to what poor Jenny was feeling. I finally stopped and let her cry on my lap for a long while. She wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes. I discovered that the old phrase of "this hurts me more than it hurts you" was completely true. I'm not talking about my hand, it was my heart that was breaking in sympathy for this sweet child and the punishment she had just endured. But I was not sorry for delivering the spanking. She had misbehaved and this was the penalty.
After a while she was able to stand and kept her arms stiff at her sides. I got her some tissues to dry her eyes and helped her get dressed. She had wisely chosen loose fitting slacks and when she was ready to leave she glumly said, "Thank you for spanking me."
I almost started crying as I held out my arms and hugged her. "Jenny dear, I'm sorry I had to do that but I want you to know I love you almost as much as your mother does. We both want you to grow up to be someone we can be proud of. Let's go see your mom together."
She winced but managed a small smile as she said, "As a girl quite familiar with spankings I can say you did a good job."
I said, "I think I should say thank you but I hope I never have to do that again."
She winced again. "I hope not too. For a bunch of reasons."
The first thing Reverend Archer did was to have the girl lower her jeans and panties and bend over. She gave my efforts her endorsement and sent the girl to her room. Then she said, "I'm sorry you had to do that. I felt it was the best course of action. You're a special friend but she has to know how to show you and your property proper respect. Did she give you any trouble."
I assured her that her daughter accepted her punishment without question and then said, "I understand that you were prepared to give me a demonstration of suitable spanking techniques if Jenny's wasn't good enough."
The older woman smiled, "I didn't think she heard that. I'm sorry. You're not the same woman I had over my knee last year and I would never presume to punish you. That is, without your consent."
I laughed with her. "One of your hairbrush spankings was more than enough for me."
She invited me to stay for lunch and we had a pleasant chat while working together preparing it. Jenny squirmed on her chair as expected but did not make a big show of it. Afterwards I drew my neighbor aside and quietly asked if she considered Jenny's penance complete. I wanted to take her for a drive in the country and after consulting her watch the girl's mother said, "Jenny. As soon as the dishes are done you can go upstairs and put the lotion on. You're been invited to go for a ride in that little car."
The girl brightened and was a dynamo of energy as she finished her chores and ran to her room. When she returned she gave her mom a hug and said, "I love you."
Then she was out the door like a shot and standing by my car. It was a beautiful day and we had fun zipping around. She was my friend again and chatted incessantly about school and the buy she was going out with that night. Her monologue was interrupted by a siren and I pulled over.
George came up to the window and said, "I think you would be wise to drive a little slower. You were going at a good clip for the last few miles."
He was smiling so I was a bit bold. "I'm sorry officer. Are you going to give me a ticket?"
He leaned in to say hello to Jenny and then said, "Not exactly but we can discuss it over dinner at the Moving Finger. Are you free tonight?"
I said I was and leaned out for a quick kiss. As we started up again Jenny asked, "Are you going to have sex with him?"
I giggled, "That's none of your business but I certainly hope so."
She then asked if he was going to spank me and I repeated my previous answer.
She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment and said, "I saw you last night."
I tried to be nonchalant and just said, "Oh?"
She went on, "Yeah, I heard Howard's truck and looked out the window. I couldn't believe it when you lifted your dress. You weren't wearing any panties and it looked like your hands were tied. Were they?"
I blushed and nodded. She probed a little further. "Did he spank you?"
I wasn't sure why she was so curious about my sex life but I said, "Yes."
She had more questions. "Did he keep your hands tied when he did it?"
I nodded again. Now she was really curious. "Don't you like getting spanked? Do all the guys you go out with have to tie you up so they can spank you? That's not right and it certainly doesn't sound like it's any fun."
I understood her surprise. In her world a sexy spanking on a date was not something you had to be forced to do. I smiled and tried to clarify things. "It's not that way at all. I do like to get spanked by men and they don't have to force me. Last night was the first time I tried something like that. In fact, I asked Howard to do it that way. It was an experiment of sorts. When you get a little older you and your date may want to try some new things."
Apparently my short explanation satisfied her. She shrugged her shoulders like a normal teenager when she doesn't completely understand and further discussion would be useless.
"Billy wants to spank me. Should I let him? Is it really sexy? Ginger spanked me a couple of weeks ago but that was just a little girl fun. It was OK and I've been thinking about how it would be for a boy to do that. So far all he's done is touch my breasts and that feels good. He wanted me to open my blouse but it was only our second date. When we walk together he pats my bottom and says how nice it would be to spank. What do you think?"
I wasn't sure I was the one to be giving a teenager advice about sex but I took a shot. "First of all, it is very sexy. The warmth he creates there is something I can't describe but I can tell you it is nothing like when your mom or dad spank you."
She smiled, "You can include yourself in that list now."
I imitated her shrug and said, "OK, it will be nothing like the spanking I gave you this morning. Satisfied."
We both laughed and I continued my older woman's opinion. "The question is whether you feel comfortable with Billy. In my old world boys would try to do things with a girl just so they could brag to their friends about a conquest and then stop dating her."
She scowled, "Yeah, I know. Richard did that to Ginger. I'm glad he got a Community Service and I'm really sorry I missed it. Did he cry?"
I gave her a brief synopsis of the previous evening including the mouth washing and her mother taking him over her knees. I assured her that the young man cried like a baby and was very contrite when he was led out of the room. She smiled and said, "Good. He deserved it."
I asked, "So what about Billy? Do you think he's that kind of boy? The type to take advantage of you and then drop you when he's had his fun.
She scrunched her face. "I don't know?"
I patted her hand. "Then maybe you should wait a little while longer."
She looked at me. "Yeah. Besides, even with the lotion I'm still a little sore. Did I tell you that you were a good spanker? Actually, a bit too good."
We laughed together and that was the end of that subject.
As an aside, she later confided that she allowed him past her shirt and he accepted her reluctance to try spanking just yet. Maybe he's not a bad kid after all.
The date with George was just what I needed to get my mind off Howard although he came up in our dinner conversation. George said, "I saw you leave with Howard last night. Did he put you through the wringer?"
That did it. So Howard was a cad after all. Just like the sort of males I warned Jenny about. Get me to do something I thought was special between us and then brag to his friends. Well, maybe freely discussing sexual escapades is acceptable here but I wasn't going to contribute to it. Through gritted teeth I said, "We had sex if that's what you mean."
Apparently George didn't catch my attitude. He replied, "Yeah. But how many times. He's been working on his house every chance he gets and hasn't been on a date in weeks. I figured he probably had a lot of pent up energy. One good spanking and then hours of sex. I've done that once or twice but you have to sort of save up for it."
Darn, a really good miff for nothing. George knew nothing about what we really did. He was just being a little boorish but that was only by my old world standards.
I was glad our secret was safe and was willing to drop the subject but George went on. "He's very good with woodworking and is making all the furniture himself. You should see his workshop. Every tool you can think of and he knows how to use them."
He laughed. "I can just see it. He takes a girl there, has sex till she's exhausted and then gets her to sand some wood or build a table. You're not uncomfortable around power tools, are you?"
The dimly lit restaurant helped me hide the sort of smile a girl gets when she's reliving pleasant memories. Such as standing by a drill press with my hands tied and holding up my dress to display my bare to two men. I answered, "No. Being around machines doesn't bother me a bit."
That was the last mention of Howard and when we got to his house Jenny's assumptions proved true. He spanked me and the intimate activities that follow were wonderful.
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