by Frank Limadere
Andrea Mahony set her trusty ebony hairbrush aside, sighed and rang a bell on a small table next to her armchair.
Within a minute of the tinkling bell being rung, a petite and attractive blonde girl of about eighteen years old came into the room. She was dressed as most office receptionists and looked neat and tidy. Her blonde hair floated around her face as she shook it out. "You rang, Miss Andrea?" she asked.
"Yes Kimberley." Andrea smiled up at the girl. "I've finished with Tommy now. Are there any free corners in reception?"
"They're all free at present, Ma'am," Kimberley replied with a smile.
"Excellent. Would you please take Tommy to a change room and pop him into a spanking apron and then put him on display in a corner until his mother comes to collect him. She shouldn't be too long."
"Delighted Ma'am." Kimberley held out a hand to the grimacing boy. At eighteen, he loathed spanking and public corner-time, it was bad enough being in Aunty Andrea's office. He also hated wearing the spanking aprons. They were normal aprons with no backs. Andrea used them to publicly display freshly spanked bottoms because they left the bottom bare, but preserved modesty by covering both the front of the upper and lower body. Tommy stepped out of his trousers and underpants, and as Andrea watched she hid a giggle as Tommy's red bottom jiggled as he trailed behind Kimberley to the change room.
Fortunately for Tommy his public ordeal was short and also not very public. Quite often there were many other customers in reception. Aside from the recently spanked customers were many adults who felt a need for the type of discipline that Andrea administered - and they could often be seen waiting their turn over Andrea's busy knee. Parents and guardians waiting for Andrea to finish spanking their charges could usually be seen. However, right now reception was empty except for Kimberley, who calmly dealt with her paperwork only glancing up occasionally to make sure that the young man was still in position and was not attempting to surreptitiously rub his hot red bottom cheeks.
Although there was no one in reception it did not mean that Kimberley was the only person who could see evidence that someone had recently been naughty and paid painfully for it. The windows were open to the street and all the corners in reception were visible from the street. Any passer-by could easily see the glowing red bottoms.
Tommy's mother was not long in arriving. He had only been in the hated corner for five minutes when she arrived to pick up her badly behaved young man on her way home from work.
"Hello Kim," she said with a smile and then looked at her son's recently smacked bottom. "Oh, Aunty Andrea did a good job on you, didn't she?"
"Yes Mum," the boy said.
"Well, you had better get dressed while I pay Miss Kimberley for your spanking."
"Yes Mum," Tommy answered obediently and walked over to Kimberley's desk. "I need my trousers and underpants, please Miss Kimberley."
"Of course sweetie." Kimberley smiled at Tommy. She reached over her desk and handed him his neatly folded trousers with his underpants on top. "Just hang the spanking apron up on the hook. I'll collect it later," she instructed Tommy as he fled to the dressing room.
"Yes Ma'am," he called back, the relief that his ordeal was over evident in his voice.
"He's getting so much better," Kimberley reassured Tommy's mother as she paid for the boy's punishment.
"Oh I know," the woman replied, the appreciation easy to hear in her tone. "I'm only bringing him in once a month. It was once a week when Andrea first started. I'll take him home, give him some supper, then I'll make sure he has an early night."
Kimberley giggled. "It's a cold night so the warm bottom should be appreciated."
Tommy's mother shared in the joke as her son re-entered reception, still ruefully rubbing his bottom through his trousers.
Kimberley walked back into Andrea's parlour, or 'spanking room' as most of its unwilling occupants called it. "Tommy's mother has just collected him," she announced to her employer.
"Lovely," Andrea replied. "Any more appointments today?"
"Nothing that we have booked."
"Okay, thanks, Kim. We'll give it half an hour and then call it a day. I'd love a cup of tea, would you mind?"
"Not at all, Ma'am. I'll just put the kettle on."
Andrea watched the girl leave to prepare the tea and settled into her chair as she thought about her business venture.
Not every town, big or small, had a Spank Shop. In fact Andrea was fairly certain that she had a patent on the idea. Spanking had been the preferred method of discipline for her parents, thus growing up, she and her sister had experienced regular trips over their parent's knees. Both of them continued to be spanked after they graduated from high school and went to college. College lecturers and professors were not allowed to use corporal punishment on their students, although she knew of a few that did so. While it was officially denied, it was unofficially given the seal of approval, but the students were special cases and Andrea was not one of them.
With Andrea's mother it was generally an old fashioned, over the knee spanking on the bare bottom with the hand, hairbrush, slipper or wooden spoon. In their late teens, Andrea and her sister were spanked by their father – there would be a bottom warm-up over his knee with his hand, and then it would be bent over the desk in his study for a blistering session with his belt. He had even used the cane on Andrea on one less than fondly remembered occasion. Whilst Andrea would cane her customers if she felt it was deserved, it was not a preferred method of punishment. To earn the cane or a switch from Andrea took naughtiness of the highest order.
At college she came in contact with her first adult spankee. She was a room-mate who seemed unable to live away from home if lessons, study and house duties were not reinforced with regular spankings. Andrea obtained an old paddle from a sorority and hung it on the wall to remind her room-mate what would happen if she didn't study or if she neglected her duties around the room. During her four years at college she discovered other adult females and males who still needed their bottoms smacked. Andrea had to admit it was amazing how quickly her 'students' learned after one stinging trip over her knee. A sore bottom seemed to reinforce lessons effectively. She didn't spank them all herself, some were dealt with via the sorority spankings.
One sorority even held a weekly paddling session where every girl had to line up on Friday night, bend over and bare her bottom for a sound paddling from the head sorority girls. The four leaders did not escape either. After the rest of the girls had been paddled and put to bed those four were turned over the housemother's knee for their own paddling. Andrea had heard of at least one fraternity where the same thing happened. Funnily enough the two houses were closely linked and always had been.
Andrea married three years after college. Her husband believed in spanking as a disciplinary tool but felt Andrea did not need to be spanked as some other young wives did. In fact she more often felt that her husband was the one that needed the spanking, although she never attempted to do so or even suggested it to him. The marriage ended in a rather messy divorce and fortunately produced no children.
Andrea adored children and felt that she would make a good mother, but did not like the way divorces affected children. Her older sister Sarah was happily married with two older teens and both had found themselves over Aunty Andrea's knee when they were with her if they happened to misbehave. Her niece and nephew had told her how much harder she spanked than their mum. Andrea and Sarah had often discussed the spankings over coffee, and Sarah was pleased that her sister was willing and ready to discipline the pair of them if she felt she had to when she looked after them.
The city that Andrea had lived in all her life was too painful to stay in after the divorce and she moved to Clarkstown. Her parents had died a year before the divorce, and due to shrewd and successful investing for both themselves and their offspring, their inheritance left Andrea and Sarah very well provided for. Andrea had also used a talented lawyer to make sure that her husband was unable to touch any of her money after the divorce.
Andrea's investments alone enabled her to live a leisurely lifestyle in the mid-sized town of Clarkstown, but she had always been an active woman and needed to do something with herself. She purchased a town house in the main street where most of the older shops were located. The house had started life as a residence and then spent many years as a shop. This was still evident in the bottom floor, and had recently been converted back into a residence. Andrea realized the house's potential as a shop of some sort immediately, and she could still comfortably live on the upper storey which was completely self-contained. The question was, what sort of shop?
She was no closer to an answer after three months in Clarkstown. She often took coffee and tea with women of a similar age to her own in the town. Andrea was in her thirties and somewhat of an oddity in Clarkstown. It was rare for a woman of that age to be both single and childless. Andrea's only real contact with a wife and mother since her own marriage, had been with her sister, and she was surprised to find that many things had changed since she grew up.
Corporal punishment as a form of discipline for young people was frowned upon and in some cases making it illegal was discussed. Andrea abhorred abuse, but she could not equate a deserving well-spanked bottom with a battered or abused adolescent. Spanking amongst adults was considered some sort of strange sexual perversion and again Andrea knew of many adults that felt much better and functioned more efficiently when they were the recipients of regular spankings.
In Clarkstown, spanking was still practised. It had been outlawed in the schools, and parents used it infrequently, while many of those who did use it, didn't use it effectively. Andrea thought the best way to spank was over the knee, on the bare bottom, and long and hard. If not on a bare bottom at least one layer of clothing had to be removed. It simply didn't have the correct physical or emotional impact if this was not the case.
Many of those parents that did spank in Clarkstown administered a few light smacks over trousers or dresses and generally stopped doing even that when the child attained a certain age. Andrea felt that spanking had to continue for much longer to have any real effect.
In most Clarkstown families both parents worked. It was not an easy thing to spank your children when you worked full time. Most of the naughty things the kids did was done without their parents being present - so clearly they were able to get away with a lot more than they would if one or both parents were present. Andrea had seen with her own eyes some of the things that Clarkstown teens did with complete impunity, because they knew that their parents simply would never know about it – things that would have earned Andrea and her sister a very sound spanking.
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