by Frank Martinet
The spankings really started the summer Miss Shotwell moved in. Prior to that, Chloe had been spanked many times: her parents were strict, especially her father, and in the 1940s such discipline was considered routine. Chloe was also what was called a "handful," which was not a reference to the plumpness of her bottom as she naively thought, but to her unruly behavior. Scarcely a week went by without her needing to be turned over a parental lap, and yet still she was considered dreadfully ill-mannered and willful.
It was in the winter of '55 that everything changed. Chloe's mother grew ill and sadly passed, leaving her and her younger sister, Rose, alone. Mr. Waterhouse tried to keep order, but the two girls were a terror, and he didn't have time to perform the full-time spanking duties that seemed to be required. That summer, just two days after Chloe's birthday, Miss Elyse Shotwell moved in.
The governess was only twenty-four, yet she seemed impossibly mature to the two girls. She was very handsome, slim and neat and utterly proper, and though her eyes twinkled with good-nature, she proved to be a Tartar when it came to discipline. Chloe would never forget her first meeting with the woman.
She and her sister had known for a week that they were getting a governess, and neither was happy about the situation. Though ostensibly a tutor, they saw the invader as an attempt to replace their mother and resented her horribly. When the woman arrived on Saturday afternoon the two girls were in their best dresses and waiting in the parlor. Their father introduced them to the lady with a few words and departed, too busy to stay.
Miss Shotwell grinned at the girls. Her smile was infectious, as though she had a delightful secret she was just bursting to share. The girls glared at her sourly and warily, but couldn't help but be curious. When the woman sat on the davenport and patted the cushions on either side, they came and sat, sitting up straighter when sharply reprimanded.
"Now ladies, I know we have just met, but I want us to get off on the proper foundation. Your father has told me how ill-disciplined you are and so I shall begin by demonstrating my preferred techniques of punishment. Understand that neither of you are in trouble at present, so this is not a correction, but merely an example so that you will know what will happen when you are disobedient.
"Chloe, since you're the oldest by a whole year, I'll begin with you. Let's have you over my legs, dear, and let's get that dress up and those petticoats out of the way and that sweet little bottom properly bared."
Thus Chloe suddenly found herself in the ignominious spanking position, upside-down across the young woman's lap, with the cheeks of her rump humiliatingly naked. A strong palm began to smack the plump mounds with an aggressiveness Chloe found shocking - and quite painful. Chloe had always prided herself with dignity during a punishment and usually was able to take her smackings with hardly a murmur, but this spanking was so unexpected and so long and thorough that she soon was weeping copiously and begging the woman to stop.
"Don't be silly, child," laughed the woman. "We've barely started. I'm not going to stop until every inch of this bottom is a deep crimson and as hot as a summer day. That's a proper spanking, dear, and your training has obviously been neglected."
Already the spanking was at least twice as long as any of her mother's and yet Chloe had to endure ten more minutes of enthusiastic slapping. She wailed and kicked and sobbed, her face pink when she occasionally caught sight of her awed sister watching her humiliation, but the new governess would not let the girl up until she was convinced the buttocks were the proper shade of scarlet.
Then, as Chloe had to stand to one side holding up the back of her dress to keep her hot bottom bared, it was young Rose's turn. Her spanking was milder than Chloe's, but still intense, and both teary-eyed girls stared at Miss Shotwell with alarming respect afterward. She hugged and kissed each of them and called them "darlings" and informed that such spankings would be "frequent and routine," a new Waterhouse tradition.
Chloe had assumed the woman was exaggerating, of course, attempting to frighten the girls into better behavior, but that evening she began to learn her mistake. At the ridiculously early hour of eight o'clock Miss Shotwell began urging the girls to bed. When they protested, she informed them that on days in which they were spanked, their bedtime - even in the summer - would be half an hour earlier to accommodate their bedtime spankings.
"Bedtime spankings!" cried Chloe, her bottom nervously twitching.
"Oh yes. If you're spanked during the day I always give a refresher just before bed. The burning bottom throughout the night will help you remember to behave the next day."
"What if we get spanked twice during the day?" asked Rose, her pretty blue eyes wide with fear. "Does that mean we get two bedtime spankings?"
"Indeed it does!" laughed Miss Shotwell, showing off her lovely white teeth. She kissed Rose on the forehead. "The first spanking is just with my hand, but the second is with a leather slipper."
Chloe, who didn't like this talk at all, cheekily snapped, "What's the third?"
"The third is with a hairbrush, and I'll use a paddle for the fourth and if you're so naughty as to get spanked five times in one day, I'll finish you off with a strapping."
Of course the woman was being absurd, but Chloe didn't appreciate the questionable sense of humor.
"But we didn't even do anything bad today," she whined as the woman stripped her to the skin. "You said that spanking was just a demonstration."
"As is the one you'll be receiving shortly," said Miss Shotwell primly. "I want you to fully understand the consequences of bad behavior and that includes a proper bedtime spanking as well as a Good Morning spanking."
"What's a Good Morning spanking?" asked Rose.
"That is how I shall wake you up tomorrow, so you'll have to wait and see," giggled the teacher, helping the girl out of her garments. She guided both girls into the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces and prepare for bed. Miss Shotwell was very strict, smacking Rose's bottom twice and Chloe's three times when she felt the girls weren't cleaning their teeth properly.
The little slaps were galling to Chloe, but they were quickly forgotten a moment later when she was lying across Miss Shotwell's lap with her buttocks on fire from the woman's heavy palm. Chloe had assumed the bedtime spanking wouldn't be very hard but it was every bit as long and bad as the one that afternoon, and though she tried her hardest to be brave, she sobbed like a baby and was still shedding tears by the time Rose's spanking was finished.
Both weeping girls were put to bed. Chloe was so exhausted she fell asleep quickly, despite her tingling rump, and all too suddenly it was dawn and she was being gently shaken awake by the lovely - and wickedly cruel - Miss Shotwell.
"Time for your Good Morning spanking," said the woman. "I'm going to use the slipper as Good Morning spankings are not very long."
Chloe had thought the woman's hand stung, but the broad leather slipper was much worse. She woke up instantly on the first crack and was keenly aware of every subsequent wallop. She started to holler and kick and squirm, earning scoldings from the spanking woman, but nothing she did prevented her from getting the full dose she was due. Afterward Chloe had to stand by her bed and patiently wait for her sister's slippering to finish, her own bottom steaming hot and prickling as though she'd sat down in thistles.
Being spanked three times for one offense seemed ridiculous and horribly unfair to Chloe, yet that was how Miss Shotwell conducted discipline. "One spanking is never enough" was her motto and she lived up to it in spades.
"By bedtime you've already forgotten your earlier spanking so it's vital to reapply it," she would say. "And the same thing applies to your Good Morning spanking."
Chloe bitterly wondered why the woman simply didn't spank the girls every hour on the hour - it would make just as much sense, she thought - but she didn't say the smart remark out loud, not because she feared another spanking, but because she suspected the woman was crazy enough to take the suggestion to heart!
Miss Shotwell's second day was Sunday, and after a boring sermon on hard wooden benches at church and a terrific noontime dinner, she guided the girls to the den and informed them of another ritual.
"Every Sunday afternoon is what I called The Reckoning. This is where I evaluate your performance and behavior during the previous week. Regardless of your behavior, you will each receive one spanking. If I had cause to discipline you, you will be punished additionally."
Miss Shotwell waved an arm at an ominous collection of spanking implements. There was the awful slipper Chloe and Rose had experienced prior to breakfast, along with a narrow wooden ruler, a giant wooden spoon, a heavy leather strap, a thick wooden board, and a thin willow rod.
"You will receive one stroke with each of these implements for each spanking I had to give you during the week."
"Do Bedtime and Good Morning spankings count?" asked Rose, her mouth open in awe.
"No, because those are mere booster spankings, like a booster shot when you go to the doctor. Only the primary spanking counts toward your Reckoning."
"So we just get one spank today?"
"Good mathematics, Rose!" praised the teacher. "But since this is all part of a demonstration, I believe I shall give you a few extra so that you can appreciate the lesson properly. Two for you, Rose, and four for Chloe."
"Oh no!" cried Rose, unhappily, but she smiled when Miss Shotwell tousled her hair and kissed her, laughing at the girl's woe.
"Come on girls, clothing off. Reckonings are always done bare so that you remember you are here to be punished."
Chloe was really starting to dislike this woman, she thought as she stripped. Nudity had never seemed as shameful as it did when Miss Shotwell ordered it, and Chloe blushed fiercely as she stood naked next to her younger sister.
Miss Shotwell patted her lap and Chloe went over onto what was becoming a familiar place, the woman's slim legs supporting the girl's hips and propping up her pert bottom. Chloe's hope that the spanking might be less fierce quickly faded as her cheeks were peppered with hard, hot slaps. She was eventually to understand that Miss Shotwell never gave light spankings and always punished a girl thoroughly.
After Rose's turn over the lap, both girls bent over the sofa arm side by side and the strict teacher spanked them each in turn. Chloe was given two smacks with the slipper, then Rose got her two, and then Chloe got her final two which was agony afresh. The process was then repeated for each of the elements on the low table. The ruler proved horribly stingy, the spoon dull and bruising, the leather strap like fire, and the heavy paddle an odd combination of the two, being both stingy and bruising.
But worst of all was the rod, which stung more than anything and so stole away Chloe's breath that she couldn't do anything but gasp after her two strokes. She watched the governess deliver some milder lashes to Rose's cute bottom, the stripes burning across her own cheeks.
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