by Grace Brackenridge
"I just get more out of spankings on the bare bottom," confided 14-year-old Isabelle Crongold as she floated lazily on her air mattress.
"Isn't it like really embarrassing?" asked Lilly Poster, Isabelle's next-door neighbor and best friend in the 9th grade.
The two floated lazily on air mattresses in the hot July sun, enjoying Isabelle's large kidney-shaped pool.
Isabelle's mom had gone shopping and her step-dad Jacob was tending his orchids.
Since Jacob Crongold's greenhouse was down in a small arroyo at the back of the property, at the bottom of a flight of stone steps and hidden from view, the girls were alone and could talk freely.
"Yes, it's embarrassing," agreed Isabelle, "but when I asked Jacob if we could switch to spankings, he suggested bare bottom for safety reasons."
"Safety?"
"Yes," said Isabelle, "the bare skin allows more sting for the same amount of force. Jacob says the color is a good way to tell when he's done, and there's less risk of bruising."
"It just seems crazy to switch back to spankings," argued Lilly. "When I turned 13 and Mom made spankings optional, I swore I'd never take another."
"Well, I'm a Daddy's Girl," laughed Isabelle. "Before my father died, he handled all the spankings. While Mom was single, I didn't get spanked at all; I was about to turn 13 when she married Jacob. Mom said Jacob could spank me, but it was completely my option. Like you, I thought that no more spankings was a good idea at the time."
"So why did you switch back?"
"Poor self-discipline," confessed Isabelle. "Back when Daddy was alive, I got spanked for poor schoolwork, not doing my chores, or whatever. Spankings helped me focus; after he died, things started to slide."
Lilly nodded, she remembered her classmate's grades had dropped dramatically after her father's death.
"Then last December, when I got that awful report card, Mom asked Jacob to have a talk with me," Isabelle continued. "So we went down to the greenhouse."
"And then?"
"I told Jacob how Daddy's spankings helped so much with my grades. Jacob asked if maybe we should experiment with spankings again, so we agreed and that's when I got my first spanking from him."
"Bare bottom?"
"Bare bottom," Isabelle replied. "Since then, I've been getting progress reports from school on Fridays. If I'm slacking off, I'm not sitting comfortably for Friday dinner."
"Wow!" exclaimed Lilly. "He spanks you every week?"
"No!" her friend laughed. "That's the point. Maybe I get it once a month. See, spankings help me stay on task, because of that, I get spanked hardly at all for schoolwork. It's a paradox, I suppose."
"Well, I sure could use some help with my schoolwork," Lilly admitted. "Say, how's your diet coming?"
"I lost six pounds," bragged Isabelle. "I have spankings to thank for that, too."
"Why?"
"Because I have a goal for each week," replied Isabelle. "Jacob weighs me in on Sunday morning, just to keep me honest. If I miss my target, we take a little walk down to the greenhouse and he spanks me."
"How mean!"
"No, not really, I asked Jacob for diet spankings. I know I need the structure."
"You sure make it sound tantalizing," admitted Lilly. "But I don't know how I'd ask Mom. I don't have the same kind of spanking thing going on with Mom as you do with your step-dad."
"Well, why don't you practice asking with Jacob?"
"Dr. Crongold," said Lilly, her arms wrapped around her chest, "would you mind terribly giving me a spanking on the bare behind?"
Lilly felt vulnerable in her skimpy black two-piece swimsuit, trembling slightly even though the greenhouse was quite warm and humid and even though this was just for practice.
"Excuse me?" said Jacob, shoving his trowel deep into the potting soil and sitting down on a bench.
Taking turns, Lilly and Isabelle told him the whole story.
In the end, he asked, "So you wanted to run a little experiment before asking your mom?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then come here."
"But..." began Lilly, trying to explain that she was just practicing the asking, not asking for a real practice spanking.
"Go ahead!" urged Isabelle. "It won't hurt, not too much anyway. And you can see if this is something you want to ask for."
Lilly smiled and shrugged, "Why not?"
As Lilly went over Jacob's lap, her nostrils flared with the pungent odor of damp soil, fresh steer manure, and the sweet, delicate scent of orchids.
Despite her best intentions, she gasped when he pulled down her swimsuit in back, blushing profusely.
Unbeknownst to the doctor, this would be Lilly's very first spanking on her bare behind.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Lilly's bottom had not felt the special force of a masculine spanking in years and years. After her parents' divorce, Lilly saw her father for brief visitations. Dad renounced his role as the disciplinarian.
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Lilly's mother Judy became the teen's only spanker, using it infrequently and inconsistently.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
This punishment was more like the 'daddy spankings' she respected so much as a little girl.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jacob Crongold spanked hard and steady, with the assurance of a man who understood the physiology and psychology of spankings.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Lilly appreciated that.
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"So what do you think?" Isabelle asked her friend.
After a long, hard cry in the spanking position, Lilly stood and received a hug from Dr. Crongold. He reassured her that, while the redness would show for 12 to 24 hours, she would be fine.
Now the teens floated on their air mattresses again. Lilly had her swimsuit down in back and slavered with sunscreen. Her bottom felt warm, tingly, and slippery.
"I think that's what I need," said Lilly thoughtfully. "But not from Mom. There's just something different about a man spanking."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I feel good going over a man's lap. And I see what you mean about bare bottom, it's embarrassing, but shame feels like an important part of the experience."
"What's it like when your Mom spanks?" asked Isabelle. "I've always wondered, but my mom won't have anything to do with my spankings."
"It's all too emotional!" replied Lilly. "I'm angry and she's angry. Besides, it's kind of lesbo, in my opinion."
"Yeah, I can see that," Isabelle agreed. "There's no getting around it. Now that I'm older, spankings make my juices flow."
"Whew! I'm glad you said that!" exclaimed Lilly. "As much as I hated the pain, while your step-dad spanked, I had feelings."
"Perfectly natural," Isabelle assured her friends. "But I don't want to get excited like that with some woman smacking my butt. Mom spankings could mess up my sexual identity."
"Yeah, maybe mom spankings are like this gateway drug to turning lesbo," Lilly agreed.
"Want to know something?" asked Isabelle. "Jacob spanks Mom before they make love. They think I can't hear, but Mom's such a big crybaby."
"Wow, that's cool," said Lilly. "I thought maybe there was something wrong with me for feeling the way I do."
They floated for a while in silence.
"The thing is," said Lilly at last, "I don't think my father will go for this. He and my stepmother don't spank their little boys at all. When they were still married, I'm thinking Mom was behind all my spankings, dad was her pawn. Besides, I only see him once a month for visitation anyway."
"No sense wasting quality time with your dad on spankings," said Isabelle. "Say! Why don't we get Jacob to do it? He's a good spanker and you guys live right next door."
"I gotta get Mom to agree."
"Let the parents work that out," suggested Isabelle.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Judy Poster stood in front of her sofa with her arm folded as Jacob Crongold spanked her daughter's bare behind.
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He's a pediatrician, after all, reasoned the mother.
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When Dr. Crongold sat down with Judy and Lilly to discuss a return to corporal punishment, the mother was easily swayed.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Yes, Lilly would benefit from spankings, the mother agreed. Yes, it would be better if a man handled it. The only sticking point was the baring of the bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Now, before her very eyes, she could see the superiority of this method, as the doctor covered the girl's bottom methodically with layers and layers of hand prints, applied like multiple coats of 'painful pink' paint all over her daughter's twin orbs.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
When the spanking was over, Lilly sat on a pillow at the dining room table while her mother and Dr. Crongold worked out an agreement regarding how spankings would be used.
Then Judy sent Lilly to bed.
At the front door, Judy shook the doctor's hand.
"Thanks for helping, Jacob, you're a good neighbor. I can see that this will be a big boost for Lilly's studies, and I won't have to nag her about chores or get into fights over backtalk and disobedience."
"No, problem," smiled the doctor. "Just send her next door and make sure she brings her bottom with her!"
Judy laughed. "You know, I could sure use some structure like that in my life, too."
"Spankings have done wonders for my wife," the doctor admitted. "I think men outgrow the need for spankings, but it's different for women. Spankings nurture the little girl inside and provide structure."
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