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Danny sat nervously at his desk in Miss Appleby's classroom.
Kelly was on her way and he knew he was in trouble. A good
student and a well-behaved boy most of the time, Danny had teased
Marcy, one of the pretty girls in his class, beyond her ability
to endure it. Marcy had told him to stop; had told Miss Appleby
to make him stop; Miss Appleby had warned him to stop; but Danny
kept right on teasing.
He couldn't help it. He was in love with the angelic Marcy
who sat right next to him. Within touching distance. Her long
blond hair fell in curly spirals down to her waist. Each side
was pulled back from her face and held in place with a pastel
ribbon that always matched the pretty dress she wore. She had
small hands with slender fingers and fingernails that were filed
into perfect little ovals and polished a baby pink. She was
conscious of the trace of pale pink lip gloss she wore and she
pressed her lips together frequently, a quirk Danny found
delightful.
"Hey! Pink lips," Danny had whispered, nudging her.
Marcy's hands were folded in front of her on her desk as she
listened to Miss Appleby. She pulled her arm away from Danny
without disturbing her hands, or even looking at the annoying boy
who sat next to her.
Danny looked up at Miss Appleby, who was writing on the
chalkboard. He looked over at Marcy and pulled at one of her
pink hair ribbons, untying it. Marcy's hands flew to the ribbon
and she shot Danny a furious look as she re-tied the ribbon.
"Oh, poor widdle baby got her wibbon all untied," Danny
mocked before smiling at her.
The ribbon re-tied, Marcy again folded her hands on her
desk. Danny picked up his pencil and poked Marcy's arm. She
turned an angry face to him only to see Danny looking at her
cross-eyed and sticking his tongue out.
"Stop it!" she hissed.
"Stop it," Danny echoed, mewling.
"I mean it!" Marcy warned.
"I mean it," Danny mimicked, whining.
"Miss Appleby," Marcy called out.
Danny quickly folded his hands in front of him and looked
towards the front of the room.
"Yes?" Miss Appleby asked as she turned around.
"Danny is ... bothering me," Marcy complained.
"Danny?" Miss Appleby asked.
"I, I'm just, I was..."
"Behave yourself, young man," Miss Appleby advised.
Danny blushed and looked down at his desk. Miss Appleby
turned back to the chalkboard. Danny watched her full bottom
wiggle as she wrote, her pale yellow dress snug across her
dancing cheeks, and climbing to mid-thigh each time she raised
her arm. She wore high heeled black pumps with a pale yellow
stripe on each side. She stood on her toes to reach the top of
the chalkboard, the heels of her feet coming out of her shoes.
She spoke as she wrote but, after a few minutes, Danny's
attention was again directed toward the pretty Marcy. He slid
his foot out from under his desk until he kicked Marcy's little
white patent leather shoe. Marcy jumped and looked at Danny who
was facing her, his fingers pulling his bottom eyelashes down as
he stared at the ceiling, only the whites of his eyes showing.
Marcy turned her head away. Danny picked up a small rubber band
and shot it at Marcy, striking her bare calf.
"Ow!" Marcy cried out loud. "Miss Appleby!" she called as
she burst into tears.
"What is going on?" an angry Honey Appleby asked.
"Danny hit me with something!" Marcy complained as she
rubbed her leg.
"Danny! Did you do that?"
"Well, I, uh..." Danny stammered.
"Answer me right this minute, Danny!" Miss Appleby insisted.
"Yes. I shot a little rubber band, But I didn't mean to
hit her!" Danny explained.
"You will stay after class today, Danny. I'm going to call
your mother and ask her to come to school. Maybe a spanking on
your bare bottom will remind you of how to behave in my
classroom."
Danny blushed a deep red at the mention of the words
"spanking" and "bare bottom", and his classmates snickered. He
worried that, If Kelly had to come to the school, she would spank
him harder than the usual light stings she gave him. If she was
angry, she might even spank him in front of Miss Appleby.
Now school was over and he waited for Kelly while Miss
Appleby graded papers at her desk. He prayed she would wait
until they got home before giving him the spanking he knew he
would get. He'd been spanked in front of Miss Appleby once
before and he hoped it would never happen again.
At 3:30 p.m., Kelly strode into the classroom in a mid-
thigh, pink linen, sleeveless sheath that stretched over her full
breasts, hugged her waist and accentuated her slightly rounded
hips. She wore bone-colored sheer stockings and walked
comfortably in matching strappy sandals that were four inches
high. As nervous as he was, Danny could not help but notice that
Kelly's toenails, as usual, were polished with the exact same
shade as her nails, which perfectly matched her dress.
"Hi, Honey," she greeted Danny's teacher as she approached
the desk and hugged the younger woman. "What's our naughty boy
been up to?" she asked, her arms still around Miss Appleby's
slender waist.
"He was teasing one of the girls. I told him to stop and
after that he shot a rubber band at her and stung her leg," the
pretty teacher explained.
Kelly looked at Danny with real astonishment. Her stepson
looked back with an even mixture of guilt and fear.
"Well, what do you think we should do with such a naughty
boy? Kelly asked the teacher.
"I told him he was going to have his bare bottom spanked to
remind him of how to behave in my classroom. I assumed that's
what you would give him," Honey Appleby explained.
"I agree he should be spanked. But it's your classroom,
Honey, and I think you should do the spanking," Kelly suggested.
"No! Kelly, no. Mom, no. Take me home! Please!" Danny
begged.
"Come up here, baby, and take your medicine," Kelly
insisted. "You know what happens to naughty little boys who
misbehave."
"Then you do it. You spank me, Mom," Danny pleaded
"I will do that, Danny, but since you were naughty at
school, your teacher gets your bare bottom first. Now come here
this minute. If I have to come get you, well, I believe Miss
Appleby might have a ruler or something like that that she can
use to spank your bare little chubs."
Danny blushed to his toes, but managed to get up from his
desk and walk to Miss Appleby's desk.
"Honey, I'm sure you know what to do, and I wouldn't dream
of instructing you, but maybe it would be easier for you to pull
your chair out from behind your desk. Maybe place it in front of
me while I stand here and watch my little boy get the spanking he
deserves."
Danny swallowed hard, as tears began welling in his eyes.
"I think that's a very good idea, Kelly. But maybe you'd be
more comfortable sitting down. Why don't you take one of those
folding chairs and put it in front of mine."
"I'm glad you thought of that, Honey." Kelly unfolded one of
the chairs and placed it in front of the teacher's large wooden
chair next to her desk.
Danny watched his teacher and his stepmother get comfortable
while he waited to be spanked.
"All right, Danny," Miss Appleby said, gesturing to him,
"come here."
Danny stood next to his teacher, tears now rolling down his
cheeks. He looked at Kelly, hoping for a reprieve. His
stepmother shook her head.
"I'm not going to rescue you. You were naughty in your
teacher's class and she is going to spank your little bottom with
my blessing," Kelly told her stepson.
Danny choked back a sob. He looked at the floor while Miss
Appleby unbuttoned and unzipped her student's jeans and then
lowered the boy over her knees.
"I'm going to give you a few spanks before I pull down your
little briefs Danny," his teacher informed him.
"I like that, Honey," Kelly nodded her agreement. "Warm up
his little buns before really roasting them," she giggled.
At the sound of his stepmother's bubbly laughter, Danny
began crying out loud seconds before Miss Appleby slapped his
brief-covered bottom with her fingertips. His pudgy flesh
jiggled, but the swat did not hurt. Miss Appleby continued the
spanking with quick light spanks all over the pre-teen's bottom.
"Maybe this is what it feels like to be teased, Danny. Do
you like it?" Miss Appleby asked.
"No!" Danny cried. "I'm sorryyyy!"
"I don't think he's nearly sorry enough, Honey," Kelly said.
"Maybe it's time for those little briefs to come down," She
suggested.
"Yes, I think you're right," the teacher agreed. She
slipped her fingertips into the waistband of Danny's briefs and
pulled them down over his plump bottom, slid them, as well as his
jeans, down this thighs to his knees. Miss Appleby slowly glided
her hands over the creamy flesh of Danny's cheeks. "You were
right, Kelly. Those little spanks I was giving him didn't even
turn his little white bottom pink. I'll have to correct that
right now," she decided.
"Well, you're the teacher, Honey," Kelly laughed. "You know
how to 'correct'."
Honey Appleby laughed as she smacked the middle of Danny's
bottom with a prickling sting. She quickly spanked her student's
bottom on each cheek before returning to the middle and giving
that place a special smack. The center of Danny's bottom was
pink with an itching bite.
"Ow!" Danny shouted as he cried out loud, his tears falling
on the floor.
Miss Appleby spanked the underside of Danny's bottom with
brisk, smarting slaps. Danny screeched and kicked, his jeans and
briefs inching their way down his legs to his feet.
"I have some roses in my garden that exact shade of pink,"
Kelly mused.
"Do you have any red ones?" Miss Appleby asked.
"Now that you mention it, I do," Kelly admitted. "I'm just
not sure I can properly describe the precise shade of red," she
hinted.
"Well, maybe I can spank it right onto Danny's little
bottom," Miss Appleby suggested. She raised her hand up high and
began spanking the middle of Danny's bottom again, using the full
flat of her hand.
"Owwww!" Danny shrieked between sobs as he kicked. "I'm
sorry. I'll never do it again!" he promised.
The teacher continued spanking, slapping each cheek one at a
time with quick, hard spanks. Kelly watched the changing hues of
red as Miss Appleby spanked.
The spanking never burned; just a sting that threatened to
ignite with every biting smack. Danny bawled, sobbed and kicked
even as he realized that he'd had harder spankings than this.
His father warmed up with harder swats than he was getting from
this teacher. Even Kelly sometimes spanked harder than Miss
Appleby. Still, bare bottomed over Miss Appleby's nearly bare
thighs, the woman he hoped to someday marry, while Kelly, the
woman he loved more than anyone else in the world, watched, was
too much to bear.
"Mommyyyy, pleeease! I'm sorryyyy. I'll be goooood!" Danny
promised through his sobs.
Kelly nodded to Miss Appleby, who landed a final smack.
"All right now, Danny," The teacher said to her student. "I
expect you to keep your promise and be a good boy. No more
teasing Marcy or any of the girls. Okay?"
"Yes," Danny vowed as he cried. "I promise I won't tease
Marcy or anyone ever again."
Miss Appleby helped Danny off of her lap. She leaned
forward and pulled up his briefs and jeans, but did not button or
zip them. She sat her student on her lap and hugged him.
"You're my favorite student, Danny," Miss Appleby confided.
"I don't want you to turn into a troublemaker. You'll be a good
boy now, won't you?" the teacher asked.
"Yes!" Danny exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Miss
Appleby, thrilled that he was her favorite. "I'll be good," he
promised.
"I'm glad to hear it," Miss Appleby said, giving him a
final hug. "Now go to Mommy."
Danny let go of Miss Appleby and stood up. He felt some
reluctance in letting her go, but when he saw Kelly's arms open
for him, he nearly lunged the one step to her and collapsed on
her lap, hugging her tightly.
Kelly held her stepson in a firm, loving embrace and rocked
him.
"I think discipline starts at home, baby," Kelly advised her
stepson. "Miss Appleby gave you a pretty good spanking and I
don't think I should give you another one right now. But later
tonight, before you go to bed, I'm going to spank you. You know
better than to misbehave in class, don't you?"
"Yes," Danny admitted. "But I've already been spanked.
It's not fair to give me another one," he complained, his head
buried in Kelly's chest.
"Well, I'm sorry you think it's unfair, baby, but I'm the
one who gets to decide when you should be spanked and how often.
You disrupted Miss Appleby's class and I had to come down here to
pick you up. That is not fair to either me or your teacher. Not
to mention how unfair you were to Marcy."
Danny let go of Kelly and got off her lap. He crossed his
arms over his chest.
"I've had enough!" he announced. "Marcy's leg doesn't hurt
as much as my bottom!"
"Well, young man," Kelly said. "Your bottom doesn't hurt as
much as it's going to." And she pulled him across her knees. She
tugged his jeans and briefs back down his legs and began spanking
his tingling red bottom in that lazy, smarting way that was
uniquely Kelly's style.
"Owwww!" Danny screamed and kicked, beginning to cry again.
"Mommyyyy! That's not fairrrrrr!"
Kelly ignored Danny's outburst and spanked the highest arch
of her stepson's bottom with sharp bites.
"I thought you were going to be a good boy, Danny," Kelly
said. "I'm disappointed that the good spanking Miss Appleby just
gave you did not teach you a lesson in proper behavior," she
lamented.
"It did! It did!" Danny cried. "I should only have one
spankiiiing!"
Kelly spanked one flaming cheek in the same spot over and
over.
"Who decides when and how often and how many spankings you
get, Danny?"
Danny, limp from crying, his legs heavy from kicking, could
only wail.
"Danny?" Kelly asked, as she began to spank the other cheek.
"You," Danny choked. "You, Mommyyyyy." Danny finally
managed.
"Have to you decided to be a good boy?" Kelly asked.
"Yeeees, Mommyyyy," Danny agreed.
"How about if I tell you that I'm going to spank you again
when we go home?" Kelly asked, continuing to spank.
"I don't want you toooo. Please doooon't," Danny cried.
"That doesn't answer my question, baby," Kelly advised her
stepson, as she began another assault on the middle of his
blazing bottom.
"Okay. Okayyyy. I'll take another spanking if you want me
to," Danny sobbed.
"That's what I wanted to hear," Kelly stopped spanking her
stepson. "I won't spank you at home if you continue to be a good
boy tonight. Deal?"
"Yes. Yes, Mommy," Danny whimpered.
Kelly lifted Danny off of her lap and sat him down again,
not bothering to pull up his jeans or briefs. She cuddled him
and stroked his hot bottom while Danny cried softly, oblivious to
Miss Appleby's presence.
Kelly and Miss Appleby began talking with one another while
Danny snuggled against his stepmother's chest, his arms around
her waist, she soothing the heat out of his bare bottom.
