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ABRAHAM HEIGHTS: SEASON 2

by DJ Black


Episode 1: Home with the Heavers

The 28-year-old English lecturer was lost in her thoughts following her run-in with Mrs. Main, and she had a lot to think about. Her rapidly spinning head was still reeling with the agreement she had made. She was still blushing for God's sake, and at both ends, she thought ruefully.

One more run-in and she would either face public humiliation or very private and very regular intimate submission. She wanted to rail against the world and scream at its injustice, but she didn't feel any sense of injustice. Was that what bothered her most? Oh for sure she could take the college to a tribunal or even sue its ass off at a state or even federal level, but that seemed churlish of her somehow. She had come to Abraham Heights for the adventure and she had found it.

Besides, she somehow doubted that she was the first outsider to run afoul of the town's quaint little punitive customs. It was a cert that it could take care of itself and maybe at greater expense to her interests.

No, she had three choices as she saw it and that was why she had taken an evening walk around town to clear her head.

Firstly, she could try and stay out of trouble, but in her heart she knew that she would fail. That was a strategy she had employed for weeks now and something, probably her little self-saboteurs, was thwarting that approach.

Secondly, she could accept the situation, along with a weekly maintenance spanking and whatever other indignities Mrs. Main had in mind for her. Or thirdly, she could move out.

Donna sighed. The last was obvious, but then she thought of the rows of bare-bottomed college girls and the proximity to all that spanking adventure. She couldn't tell herself that it wasn't what she'd signed on for, it was. Even an experience or two at the hands of some hunk was not out of court. But such regular childish humiliations so close to home...? Her hands stole to her 'home' and rubbed it tenderly. If only... she sighed, and then looked up.

She was in a well-to-do area of town and Donna had taken in the quaint wooded street on a whim. Now she found herself outside a house set back from the others. It was a large home with a yard big enough to hold a ball game. It was certainly the largest on the street, not that its neighbours were exactly small. But there was something about this house that made her stop.


The two young women sitting next to each other on the couch were blushing hard and exchanged glances. No doubt they both felt a nauseous tingle assaulting their stomachs, that and an age-old disconnect that said that it wasn't happening.

The feeling was nothing new to Mindy Heaver. At 19 and having started college a year late due to some educational failures, she knew all about incentives, especially where Uncle Paul was concerned. Any protests that she was way too old were futile, not when her mother too could find herself in the corner or over Uncle Paul's knee when the need arose.

However, for local Prep-School teacher, 29-year-old Prudence Trencher, this was all still new to her. Back in the summer the Heavers' live-in tenant had got a foretaste of house discipline, her introduction coming after the End of Year Barbecue; an event that she suspected Mindy too would never forget.

Paul had taken her to task once or twice since, she thought sheepishly, but those times had been different somehow, and after the first time on the day of the party, they had been more private affairs. Now she was to feel the full wrath and custom of the Heaver household.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to... but..." Prudence wailed.

Paul just folded his arms and gave her that look. He had heard it all before.

"Didn't mean to, of course not, if I even thought that..." Bridget cut in.

Paul gave his 39-year-old sister a look of her own and she shut up.

"You are both old enough to know better, especially you Prudence," Paul said quietly.

Mindy nodded and took to glowering at her knees. She hated the lecture; she wished Uncle Paul would just get on with it.

"Well that's just it, I am old enough. I am a teacher for... for f..." Prudence began.

Paul cocked an eyebrow in warning.

"Well, you know, I am too old for..." she glanced at the corner and then blushing, appealed to Bridget with her eyes.

The truth was she had begun to hope that there was more than just a paternal relationship between her and Paul. Why else would she just let him spank her?

"Too old," Bridget gaped. "I am 10 years your senior and a mother...?" she looked at Mindy and then met Paul's glare and quickly fell silent again.

Prudence knew that Bridget was spanked by Paul too when she needed it. Needed it, she thought aghast, she was going native. Anyway that was their business, although she secretly hoped to have seen this amusing event before now.

A week or so after she had been spanked by Paul and sent to the corner by a highly amused Bridget, she had confronted the woman. She had to know if it was true or had she just been made a fool of.

"Paul said..." she had begun, "I mean the other night when..." The words had stuck in her throat and she blushed.

"Go on," Bridget said in a neutral voice as she put the wiping cloth she held down on the table and gave her lodger all of her attention.

"He said that you too were..." Suddenly Prudence felt an idiot.

Bridget smiled and lightened her posture.

"Come on, sit down," she said, pulling out a kitchen chair.

Prudence made a pouty face and then sank into the proffered seat and hugged herself defensively.

"This house is not so very different to any other in Abraham Heights," Bridget sighed. "I mean you must have realised now that it is the land the time forgot. The liberated 1980's, heck, the swinging sixties passed us by. I for one am rather glad about that, even if I do get my tail singed from time to time."

"You mean Paul does spank you, your own brother," Prudence gasped, forgetting herself.

"He has been taking care of me through one reckless youth and two failed marriages. He is the head of house here and so long as you promise not to tell him I said so, I wouldn't have it any other way," Bridget continued. "So, yes, he spanks me, and soundly when I need it. Mindy knows. Heck, sometimes Mindy sees. Just like you I have been nose to the wall, hip to hip with her in the corner."

Prudence gaped like a fish as she pictured the scene.

"Once or twice over the years I have stood there in front of company, not to mention an unspanked Mindy," Bridget said with a hint of bitter resolve. "It did me good, no doubt, but more to the point it wasn't my call."

"You mean... with your bottom bare like...?" Prudence was wide-eyed.

"Not quite as public as the barbecue, that was a special case, but you know..." Bridget shrugged. "So welcome to Abraham Heights."

Now in the present she had to contend with a full family sanction.

Paul had finished his lecture. Like Mindy, the scolding words had washed over her like a drone and she had just been willing him to stop and get to the point.

"Now you both know the drill; I want you pants down and facing that wall until I am ready," Paul barked.

Mindy leapt to her feet with a hint of attitude and began working her button and zipper. By the time Prudence was standing up, the 19-year-old had shucked her pants and panties down and was shuffling over to the wall with a pout.

"What if...?" Prudence thought about the regular and unexpected parade of friends and neighbours that tended to pitch up of an evening - many of them parents at her school and occasionally with a student, one of hers, in tow.

Paul gave her a hard look until with bad grace she shot an angry glance at Mindy and then followed suit.

"Any more of that attitude and I'll add something," Paul growled. "Both of you."

A moment later both women were side-by-side with denims and panties at their knees, and with two bare bottoms hanging in the autumn breeze.

Bridget eyed the two tight white split behinds with a feeling of calm comfort and thought about how many bare bottoms had graced the spot since great-grandpa Heaver had built the house back in the day. The fact that one of them had often been her own did nothing to dim her enthusiasm for such domestic disciplinary traditions. It was a pity that neither of her husbands had ever been worth a damn in that department, she thought regretfully as she turned back to the kitchen.

"How... how long...?" Prudence sounded like a whiney teenager and she knew it.

"Oh you'll be there a while before I spank you and longer afterwards," Paul grunted as he crossed the room to the TV.


Donna didn't know what drew her to this particular house. It was crazy, she could even get arrested, she thought as she made her way around the side of the building. As soon as she reached the shadow in the first hint of twilight she knew that what she was doing was insane.

The house had a kind of porch running almost all the way around. At the side she could see a high-ish window to what she presumed was a basement that was just below the floor of the surround porch. It was too high for a girl of five feet nothing to see into, even standing on a box so she moved on. As she went further back to the yard the ground rose up so that the rear decking was almost level with the ground.

The only place where the porch was not continuous was at a set of cellar doors at the far corner, beyond which were steps that led to the other end of the deck and then, she guessed, up to an upper balcony arrangement.

The whole set-up reminded her of some kind of plantation house, although admittedly on a smaller scale. It was an image that put her in mind of 'whupping' for some reason and she knew she should go.

I was just looking for a friend before realising I had the wrong house, she rehearsed in her head.

Then she heard it: the unmistakable sound of someone being scolded by a firm baritone voice. The occasional interjection from a rather shrill scoldee confirmed that the person in trouble was female.

What is it with this town? she wondered. But she felt the same thrilling pang she had felt when she had first encountered the secret of Abraham Heights. So instead of leaving, she nervously ascended the back steps to the porch and crept up to a window for a peek.

What met her gaze were not one, but two, hapless women. Both were facing the wall with their panties at their ankles and both had eminently spankable behinds. One, she decided was college age and from the way she stood upright with her hands on her head, no newbie at corner time. The other, if she wasn't mistaken was older, perhaps much older; Donna blushed in recognition of the woman's plight.

Then she saw the man watching TV and gulped. As far as she could tell in profile, he was a traditional squared-jaw hunk, with square sports-jock shoulders and a touch of masterful grey at his temples.



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