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Danny led his stepmother, Kelly, into his 6th grade
classroom and introduced her to his pretty teacher, Miss Appleby.
Danny noticed that his teacher had changed clothes between the
time school was dismissed and the parent-teacher conferences
started. Now she was wearing a straight blue skirt, which, Danny
thought, looked like that sweater Kelly liked to wear, the one
she said was cashmere. The skirt was at least three inches above
her knees and fit her shapely body snugly. She wore an equally
snug, matching pull over sweater with a plunging v-neck and high
heels that were at least four inches; higher than any Danny had
ever seen her wear in the classroom, and pale sheer stockings.
Kelly, as usual, was a vision, this time wearing trim pink raw
silk pants, with matching blouse and white thong sandals with a
short, skinny heel.
Danny stood near his teacher's desk while the two women
walked around the classroom, Miss Appleby pointing out the
various projects the students had worked on. Danny watched their
bottoms, mostly. Miss Appleby's full chubby cheeks prominent in
her snug skirt, Kelly's smaller version hardly moving in her trim
pants. The two women walked around the entire classroom before
coming back to Miss Appleby's desk, where she sat down and Kelly
sat in a chair next to the teacher's desk. Danny stood next to
his stepmother, his hand on the back of her chair.
"Now tell me all about my little boy, Miss Appleby," Kelly
began with a smile, placing an arm around Danny. "Does he behave
himself?"
Miss Appleby smiled. "Well, let's just go over what Danny
does and does not, shall we? He's an excellent good student. He
always turns in his homework on time and it is neatly and
correctly done. Of course, he does very well on tests. I'm sure
you've seen his report card. Straight A's. He's generally quite
well behaved."
"Well, I'm relieved glad to hear that," Kelly said, patting
Danny's bottom. "I was prepared to turn him over my knee and
spank his bare bottom, right in this classroom, if I heard that
he had been naughty," she teased, smiling at the young teacher
and then up at a blushing Danny.
"Is that how you handle him? I wondered what it took to
keep him in line," Miss Appleby smiled. "You know, boys as cute
as Danny are often allowed to get away with quite a lot of
mischief. And I didn't say he was perfect," she teased.
Danny blushed again and squirmed, not liking where this
conversation was going.
"I admit I spoil him a little bit. I do have a hard time
resisting that little face," Kelly admitted, her eyes sparkling.
"His father gets quite angry with me for not disciplining
Danny more often. If he's been naughty, I expect you to tell me.
Maybe I should tell his father and he can discipline him."
"No. No, don't do that, Kelly. I've been good. Really.
Haven't I, Miss Appleby?" Danny said, panic-stricken at the
thought of a spanking from his father.
"Well, Danny, you've been pretty good," the teacher he
adored told him, nodding her head.
"Has he done anything to deserve a spanking? Perhaps just
as a little reminder?" Kelly asked, winking at Miss Appleby.
"Well, now that you mention it, Danny does have a little bit
of a problem with daydreaming. I catch him sometimes looking out
the window when he should be paying attention to me. Would you
say that is true, Danny?"
Danny's heart began to beat a little faster. His eyes grew
wide in his blushing face. He nodded at his teacher. "But not
too often. I listen to you a lot," he defended himself.
"Danny. Tsk, tsk, tsk," Kelly admonished. "I think you do
need a little reminder."
"No, Kelly. I don't. I'll remember. I'll pay attention,"
Danny promised.
"I think a little spanking will help you to remember."
Kelly quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down Danny's
pants and turned him over her knees.
"I hope you don't mind seeing a boy's bottom completely
bare, Miss Appleby," Kelly said, "because his daddy and I always
spank him on his bare little bottom."
"I can assure you, Kelly, I don't mind at all," Miss
Appleby said, smiling as she watched Kelly preparing to spank
Danny.
Kelly pulled Danny's white briefs down his legs until they
stopped at his pants. She raised her hand and began to spank his
creamy white skin in her typical fashion, light, little barely
stinging spanks, almost taps.
"See how his round little white bottom jiggles with every
spank?" Kelly asked Miss Appelby. "Isn't that cute?"
"It is," the teacher agreed. "He looks so adorable over
your knees, his bottom all bare and vulnerable. I think that
even though this spanking is just a reminder, it should
be a little harder, don't you? He should remember this spanking
so he won't be tempted to daydream again."
"Absolutely right. Danny, your teacher is right and I'm
going to spank you harder now." Kelly clapped her hand down
again and again while Danny kicked and cried in the lung-draining
manner of a three year old.
"Stooooooop! Kellyyyyyy, pleassssse!" Danny begged as he
sobbed.
"Danny darling, don't make such a fuss, Kelly said as she
spanked the now-red bottom before her. "This is not as bad a
spanking as your father can give, is it? Do you want me to tell
him you were daydreaming in class and not paying attention to
your teacher?" Kelly asked the threat.
"No! No! Please don't tell him, Danny begged. "I'll be
good. I'll pay attention!" he promised.
"All right, then. Just a few more spanks, baby." Kelly
counted five more. "Okay? Are you going to be a good boy now?"
"Yes," Danny sobbed and nodded. "I'll be good."
Kelly pulled up her stepson's briefs and stood him up. She
pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, zipped and buttoned his
pants and sat him on her lap, her arms wrapped around him.
"He's my little boy again, she said to a laughing Miss
Appleby. "There's nothing like giving him a little spanking on
his bare bottom to turn him into my baby again," Kelly said.
She hugged the still-weeping Danny, rocking him, as she and
Miss Appleby discussed his academic progress.
