by Louis Woodley
You know how they say that sometimes the ends justify the means? Well what I did was kinda shitty but it couldn't have happened to a more deserving person. As Mr. Spock said, "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." And my little act of blackmail made life better for everyone else at school, although Patricia Wolfson didn't appreciate it. So, two wrongs don't make a right, but a little friendly persuasion can sometimes motivate someone to at least temporarily change their behavior.
I need to explain that Patricia Wolfson is a bitch. Sorry, but that's the truth. She's the prototypical Queen Bee that every school has. You know the type: the rich blond cheerleader, surrounded by her minions, who makes herself feel better by treating everyone else like crap. She's been snarky to me just like everybody who isn't in her inner circle, so it was nice to help in her comeuppance.
I get that she really is beautiful and her parents are wealthy but that's no excuse for the way she treats people. So when the opportunity unexpectedly arose to knock her down a few pegs I had to take full advantage. It was the element of surprise that made her go along with my ultimatum; she had too much to lose if she tried to call my bluff.
We're both seniors in high school and have several classes together. She's really pretty smart; she just needs a personality transplant. She calls me 'Bubba' and 'Hick' and sometimes 'Lawn Boy' because my dad owns a landscaping company I work for all summer and on the weekends. So I know how to do things for lawn care, sprinkler installation and stone work, whereas she only knows how to shop. It's tough work because I'm lugging stuff and cutting yards all day, but it beats me into shape.
Apparently Patricia's father contacted my dad about getting some work done around their house. He already had another job he was finishing, so he sent me over there early on Saturday morning. I'd never been to her house before, but I figured there couldn't be too many Wolfsons around here; when I saw her car I knew it was her house.
I parked my truck down by the street and cut across the yard up towards the front door. It wasn't a mansion but it was a pretty big house. I'd just gotten to the front porch and was a few steps away from ringing the doorbell when I got quite a surprise.
My mom watches those home design shows all the time, and from seeing them and visiting so many homes from my job I had a pretty good basic understanding of the subject. Their home had the open concept, meaning there were few walls between rooms. If that hadn't been the case I never would have seen the incriminating evidence.
Looking through the window to the right of the front porch I could see the dining room with the kitchen right behind it. But it was what was happening in the kitchen that attracted my attention.
I've known Patricia (never 'Patty' or 'Patsy') for years now, and I could probably pick her out from behind in a crowd. But at that moment I could see her in the kitchen with her back to me with a woman who was either her older sister or her mom (I assumed the latter) next to her. Unfortunately I couldn't hear anything but it looked like her mom was reading her the riot act.
I'll admit that I was now really peeking through the window. I don't know what I would have done if anyone had noticed me because I'd be busted without an excuse. But luck remained on my side, but it didn't look like that was true for my classmate.
Normally Patricia doesn't take crap from anybody, but her mother was pointing her finger in her face and then pointed to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Patricia waved her hands and looked like she was begging her mom about something, but her mom just pointed to the island again. That's when things got really interesting.
Her mom headed left towards the cabinets while Patricia took a couple of steps to the right until she was facing the island. Then her hands slowly (and now I know nervously) pulled down her sleeping shorts and whatever underwear she was wearing down below her knees. I was staring at my classmate's naked white (and attractive) butt. WTF?
Then she put her hands on the edge of the island and bent over some. At the same time, her mom stepped up to her left side with something in her hand and the penny dropped. Miss High and Mighty was about to get a spanking from Mommy.
This was a priceless opportunity I couldn't afford to pass up. I nearly dropped my phone off the porch trying to pull it out of my pocket. I barely got it set to record just as her mom walloped her butt for the first time. Thankfully I've got a good phone with a lot of pixels, so hopefully I was getting a good recording of the show.
I figured out that her mom was using something like a pizza paddle to spank Patricia. And she must have been pretty mad, because she was really scorching her daughter's fanny with it. She was taking it back to almost her eye level and then smacking the crud out of Patricia's ass. It had to have hurt, because she was keeping her hands on the island but she was hopping up and down and moving her butt left and right to try to protect it. But her mom had good aim because she just kept right on nailing her tail with the paddle.
I wish I had a zoom function to get a closer shot of the action. It looked like her mom was alternating between swatting Patricia in the middle of her butt cheeks and her sit spots, but that might just have been a matter of her taking whatever was available to her at that moment.
In reviewing the evidence later I counted 20 whacks on her butt before it was over. She was hopping around rubbing her butt, and I figured I'd better get back to business before I got caught spying. However, thanks to her own stupidity that wasn't all the trouble she got into in front of me.
I rang the doorbell and waited. It took about a minute before Patricia answered the door herself. Her mom must have made her answer the door. She'd wiped up her face but it was pretty obvious that she'd just been crying. One side of her pajama shorts wasn't quite pulled up all the way either. Needless to say, she wasn't thrilled to see me.
"What do you want?" she practically snarled at me.
"Boy, aren't we a little touchy right now. I've got a question for you."
"What?"
"Does your mom remember to wash the paddle after she spanks you with it?"
If you've ever seen those old cartoons where somebody's jaw drops all the way to the floor, then that is what Patricia's face looked like. Her mouth was trying to move but she was so shocked she couldn't spit the words out. And then things got 100 times worse for her. First, I held up my phone and said "Smile, you're on Candid Camera." But before she could respond, our conversation got interrupted.
"Sissy got a spanking." We both looked down to see a young girl standing in the doorway behind Patricia. "I heard-ed Mama spanking her and Sissy was cryin' an' saying sorry!" Patricia was now totally mortified and took out her frustrations on her younger sibling.
"Shut up you little brat!" she spat. She shoved her sister on the shoulder, knocking her down onto the wooden floor in the foyer. She splatted hard and lay there for a second in shock, before hopping up and disappearing into the back of the house screaming "Mooommmmyyyy!"
"FUCK!" Patricia couldn't help ventilating at this turn of events. Then she remembered I was there. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I started explaining to her that her dad had contracted for me to come do yard work for them today and I just needed to know what and where. Then our conversation got interrupted. We could hear the stomping feet even before she came into view. Her mom was steaming mad as she bellowed "Patricia!" She really wasn't that much older than my classmate; maybe she was a step-mother? She looked too young to be Patricia's mom.
The girl in question muttered "Fuck" again, but under her breath this time. I noticed her younger sister had made a remarkable recovery and was now cheerfully following in her mother's trail.
"Did you just hit your sister?" asked Mom, then she did a double-take and noticed me standing there. "Patricia, you're going to have to tell your boyfriend to go away because you are in big trouble, missy!"
I managed to explain that I was only there for professional reasons at her husband's request.
"Oh, well then, let me ask you... did you see her hit her little stepsister here?" Patricia's eyes got really big and she was trying to subtly beg me to lie for her but I pretended not to notice.
"Well ma'am, technically she said 'Shut up you little brat' and pushed her on the shoulder. So she really didn't hit her, but she did knock your other daughter down onto the floor."
Her stepmother looked at her with daggers in her eyes; I don't think I've ever seen Patricia flinch before but she looked worried right then (with good reason).
"Get back in the house right this minute! I guess that butt-whipping must not have been enough to get through to you. Well, I can certainly fix that!"
It was amazing watching the girl who delighted in making so many other people's lives miserable reduced to a whining little girl. She started begging her stepmother for forgiveness, claiming it had only been an accident that her sibling had fallen. But my testimony was damning to her and was cited as proof that she'd been abusive to her stepsister only minutes after getting her butt torn up for her mouthy attitude. Her victim was grinning like a cat, knowing that Patricia was in big trouble now.
"Patricia, get that butt of yours upstairs to your room and be grateful I'm not turning you over my lap right here in front of God and everybody." Oh, please do!
Patricia continued to whine and protest until her stepmother reached out and tried to grab and pull down her shorts right there on the porch. At that point she figured she'd lost and sure didn't want to put on a show right in front of me. She pivoted out of the way with both hands on her waistband for protection. "I'm going, I'm going," she promised and stomped into the house complaining how unfair her stepmother was being. Frankly I didn't have a problem and I doubt her stepsister did either.
"Kim, would you do me a favor, please, and bring me the paddle from the kitchen?" Her sister's eyes lit up like it was Christmas and she scurried off.
"Young man, I apologize for the inconvenience but my husband had to run in to his office real early and he should have already been back by now. Unfortunately, I'm not sure exactly what he wants done today. So if you don't mind sitting tight until he gets home, I'd appreciate it. And I apologize for what you just saw. Unfortunately, my stepdaughter's behavior has been getting worse and worse lately and, as I'm sure you heard, I just had to handle her attitude right before you got here."
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