7 comments/ 70994 views/ 11 favorites How I Became a Spanko By: Bottom_up Author's note: This was the very first story I ever wrote. I thought it had been lost along with the rest of my earliest works but found a printout (in dot matrix!) when I was clearing out some old papers. It is still my favorite. It seems appropriate that it should be my first Literotica submission. I would have submitted it some time ago, but I never could figure out what category to put it in. The National Nude Day Contest easily takes care of one category so I'll just post it under the other! The creek and woods are mostly real with some minor liberties, though they were actually on the other side of the street from our house and were moved for the convenience of long lost sequels to this story. I really did go naked in them on many, many occasions, in full daylight. The rest is fiction. I was never caught or even seen as far as I know. I'm actually not sure to this day exactly how I became a spanko bottom. The stories I've written were for my own satisfaction and no one other than my wife has ever read this one. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it so long ago. * It was a beautiful day in May. The sun was shining and the air was warm. I was feeling frisky and enjoying being outdoors on this day, though I really should have been in school. The neighborhood was very quiet except for the birds singing with the joy of living that had infected every living thing that morning. I'd actually started out with every intention of going to school but the sounds and the smells and the gentle sunshine had simply been too much. So I found myself out in the woods behind the house, dabbling in the little creek that ran behind the homes on this side of the street, and exploring the paths that were regaining their mystery now that the trees had leaves again. I had been out there for about an hour and had gone from one end of the woods to the other without seeing or hearing a single person. I found myself toying with the thought that maybe I was the only human being left on the whole earth. Some force had come along and just removed everyone but me. I didn't know why it had missed me, but it had. I couldn't even hear traffic sounds. It was easy to imagine that I was completely alone in the world, sitting there beside the little cascade that was one of my favorite spots along the stretch of creek that I frequented. As I sat there the thought crossed my mind that if everyone else was really gone I could shed some of the more onerous trappings of civilization. Here I was; an 18, nearly 19, year old young man in the full flush of his sexuality so of course one of the first things I thought of to shed was clothing. After all, they weren't needed for protection from the elements on a day like this one. I would get as close to nature as is possible for a suburban boy if I was naked as a baby in the forest primeval. I had done this before of course, but never in full daylight and I knew that everyone hadn't really disappeared; they were at work or at school. I remember thinking that someone might really be around and I could get caught, but even as I was thinking this I was already taking my shirt off without any conscious decision to undress. Next thing I knew I was bare ass naked. I walked out into the little clearing carrying my clothes and spread my arms wide and twirled around so as to enjoy the feeling of freedom to the greatest possible extent. I walked over to my special tree and lay the clothes on it. I should describe this tree so you will understand why it was a special tree. It was a mature yellow poplar with a trunk probably three feet thick. Some time when it had been a sapling another tree must have fallen on it and bent it parallel to the ground. It had continued to grow but the top had headed straight back towards the sun so it had a big section that ran parallel to and on the ground for about seven or eight feet before it bent back to the vertical. There was no sign of whatever had caused the bend when I had discovered the tree as a small boy. It had been special to me ever since. I had spent a lot of time sitting, lying, and generally playing on this tree. It was a fort, a boat, a spaceship, a horse, a racecar, a dragon, or anything else my fertile imagination could make of it. So I put my clothing on its trunk and went back to the stream and stood there reveling in the feeling of every sense being stretched to the maximum. It didn't take long before I decided that just standing there wouldn't be exciting enough. I would re-explore some of the paths through the woods with the difference that this time I would be like a wild animal flitting through woods full of predators and survival would depend on not being caught, or in this case not being seen naked in the woods by another human being. I went back to the tree to get my clothes to carry along in case I encountered someone and needed to put them on. I picked them up but then changed my mind when I realized that I really didn't want to carry them and certainly didn't want to wear them now that I had taken them off. I didn't want to leave them where they might be seen and carried off, potentially leaving me stranded, so I hid them under the edge of the tree where they would be screened by some undergrowth. Then I started off towards the downstream end of the woods. I followed the path, every sense quiveringly alert, moving quickly where the cover was good and stopping to scan and listen carefully at any place where I would be exposed to view. I had to watch the path carefully as well because I was only wearing flip flops, which gave my feet little protection from snags and such. In this way, flitting from cover to cover, I finally came to the roadway embankment where the woods ended in this direction. I was really feeling daring now and wanted to make the return trip on the other side of the stream. So after a long pause to look and listen for any hint that anyone was anywhere nearby I made a fast dash along the exposed embankment to cross the culvert and so enter the woods on the other side. I stopped in the first clump of sheltering trees and shrubs to catch my breath and take another long careful look to be sure that I hadn't been seen, while savoring the feeling of danger. Then, assured that there was no sign of anyone within the range of my senses, I started back, keeping closer to the edge of the woods than I had coming down in order to avoid the softer ground near the stream on this side. The paths that I was forced to take on this side of the creek ran close enough to the edge of the woods that I could be seen by anyone who may have been in the back yards of the homes that bordered the woods so I had to move slower and make shorter dashes and spend more time scanning for anyone who might be in a position to observe me. I saw or heard no one though, and finally came to the place where it was possible to re-cross the creek to return to the tree and my clothes. I sat on the tree for a moment to relish the wonderfully exciting feelings that this experience had aroused and then decided that the adventure would not be complete unless I also went to the other end of the woods. I checked to be sure that my clothes were undisturbed and started off upstream. As the band of woods bordering the creek narrowed in this direction, it also became more open. The canopy of trees became denser with few breaks for the sun to come through so the shade was much deeper but the canopy was high and there was little underbrush. I was better hidden by the deep shade but at the same time more exposed by the lack of cover. As the strip of trees narrowed towards its end you could actually see all the way through from one side to the other for the last few hundred feet. I was forced to use tree trunks as cover and to look out of the woods in both directions as I neared the end. I was moving so slowly and carefully through this section that it took longer to get to the end in this direction than it had taken to go twice the distance to the other end. It was a lot more exciting, though. Finally I reached the end, making it to the big willow at the very tip in a short dash ending with a leap up into the crotch and a short climb to the lower branches. This was a wonderful place to rest and savor what I had accomplished in getting here. The willow branches cascaded all the way to the ground on every side except for a small gap back towards the woods. The light coming through the canopy of the tree was soft and green. The slight breeze stirred the branches and set the leaves to dancing. I could see out in every direction but could not be seen unless someone knew I was there, actually in someone's back yard. I propped myself in a comfortable position and surveyed what I thought of as my domain for many minutes. I watched a small bird flit to and from its nest about ten feet above me paying no attention to me at all. Each time it approached the nest I could hear the chirping of the baby birds inside as they vied for the morsel of food being brought to them. A calico cat went from a yard on one side of the stream to one on the other side, crossing the creek with a mighty leap almost directly under me without ever being aware that I was there. I felt like the invisible man. Finally I climbed down and started back. I probably wasn't being quite as careful as I had been while coming in this direction because when I caught motion out of the corner of my eye I had to jump to find cover behind a tree trunk. Moving slowly, I peeked around the trunk and saw and heard a bush not thirty feet away shaking as if something was trying to crash through it. Then, to my utter consternation Mrs. Patterson, the mom of one of my school buddies, stepped around it. Why was she home? I pulled my head back and pressed myself close against the tree, which was barely big enough to hide me. My heart was suddenly pounding so hard that I just knew she would hear it even if she hadn't already seen me. It became apparent that she must not have seen or heard me when she failed to appear at my hiding place. I peeked again and saw that she was absorbed in pruning the shrub I had seen moving. I, however, was stranded, stark naked and unable to move. She was facing towards me and would surely see me if I tried to move from my position behind the tree. There was no way I could get away and if she came even a little way into the woods she would discover me! Furthermore, if anyone was home in either of the houses on my side of the tree, they could see me. How could I have been so stupid!? I stood there for what seemed like hours but probably wasn't more than fifteen or twenty minutes, until she went further up into the yard and started working on some other shrubs, this time with her back to me. I watched her for a couple of minutes and then, carefully choosing the path to the next tree each time, began to work my way away from there as fast as I could without being spotted. I can't begin to describe the feeling of exultation and excitement that I felt when I finally got back to the little clearing where my tree was. After moving my clothes from their hiding place back to "my" tree, I practically strutted around the clearing. I was aware of every square inch of my body and my surroundings; the little breeze caressing my skin; the cool damp smell of the ground under my feet; the birds singing; a cloud shadow fleeting by; the silkiness of my thighs rubbing together as I sensuously strolled across the clearing. I had an erection that was tingling in its intensity. I reached down and softly, gently caressed it and the sensation was overwhelming. I slowly walked back towards my tree while rubbing the back of my hand along the sensitive underside, paying special attention to the little bit of skin just below the head, where the sensations are especially exquisite. I sat down and then lay back on the rough, sun warmed bark and began to masturbate slowly, taking time to savor the slow build up of tension. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the wonderful pursuit of sexual release. My whole body was becoming a mass of tingling nerves. I knew that the mountain of sensation that was building up would soon explode into a volcanically massive orgasm. I could feel that it was very close when I heard a sharp snap. My eyes popped open and I saw Mrs. Prentiss standing about three feet from me holding the two halves of a small broken stick in her hands! In a panic, I rolled off the other side of the tree and grabbed my clothes in one quick motion. I tried to step into my underwear and run away at the same time but my foot got caught in the crotch of the jockey shorts and I managed a couple of half steps before I fell flat on the damp ground. I just lay there in abject misery over having been caught in such an embarrassing situation, by Mrs. Prentiss of all people, and then compounding it with my clumsiness. Mrs. Prentiss was our next door neighbor. She was a young widow of about 28 or 29 years of age whose husband had been an older attorney and had left her enough of an estate that she did not need to work. She had sold her previous home and bought the house next to us because she said it was more suited to her needs and much less expensive to maintain. She volunteered for various organizations and attended classes on all kinds of things to fill her days. She had hired me to mow her lawn right after she moved in and I had been doing it weekly for the past couple of years. She was beautiful and I had an adolescent crush on her and had spent many a pleasant hour masturbating while daydreaming about her. She had been very friendly and nice, but nothing more. There was a narrow path through the rhododendrons at the back of her yard that led into the woods. I had never known her to use it, though. So now, here I was stretched out on my stomach, naked as a jaybird, where I had fallen after being seen playing with myself by our beautiful neighbor. "Are you hurt?" She asked. "I don't think so." I mumbled. "Well, these are muddy." I looked and saw that she was holding my underwear up giving them a critical examination. She was holding the rest of my clothes, too. "Here, just put these on." She dropped my shorts onto my bare backside. I reached around, grabbed the shorts, got up and quickly put them on. She quite frankly watched the entire performance. My erection had completely shriveled into an unimpressive little Vienna sausage sized thing. "You're muddy too." She said. The ground was moist from the spring rains and as well as being on the crotch of my underwear where I had stepped on them, it was on my hands, arms to the elbows, chest, and knees. "Come with me." She said and turned and without a backwards glance to check on my compliance, started towards the little path that led back to her yard. I thought briefly of running away but she was still carrying my t-shirt and muddy underwear, so I meekly followed along behind her. Not another word was spoken until we were in her house and she had gone to the linen closet and gotten out a towel and washcloth. She handed them to me and said, "Go in the bathroom and wash all the mud off. Don't forget your feet. You can use the shower. When you are through I'll be waiting in the study. We'll have a little talk." I did as she had instructed and had to scrub pretty hard to get the dirt out of the skin on my forearms and knees leaving them pink and tender. Then, after checking in the mirror to be sure I hadn't missed anything, I slipped my shorts back on and slowly made my way on shaking knees to the study. She was sitting on the end of the sofa and when I walked into the room she just looked at me without saying a word. I couldn't think of anything to say so I stood looking at anything but her and shifting from one foot to the other. Finally she said, "Sit down." I looked around, trying to decide where to sit and started towards a chair across the room. She said, "On the sofa." I reluctantly came back and sat at the far end. We sat in silence for an agonizingly long time before she finally said, "There is school today?" Her tone made it a question. "Yes." I answered. "And you are supposed to be there." No question in her tone this time. "Yes." "I see." And then, after a pause, "You have put me in a bad position. You realize, of course, that I can't just ignore this." "I guess not." "The problem is that I don't like being the one who has to take corrective action on your behavior." A pause, then, "I could tell your folks but I know as well as you do what that would do to the trip you have planned for this summer. They probably wouldn't let you go." I had been planning a multiday canoe trip with a group of friends, camping and paddling over two week's time. Her lawn mowing money from last fall and the first early spring mowing as well as any other money I had been able to earn had gone into the kitty for this trip. The whole neighborhood knew of it. "Yeah." I sighed, totally miserable and dejected. "All the other alternatives that come to mind are even worse. If I call the truant officer you will probably get suspended as well as missing the trip." "Yeah." "If I call the police and report what I saw back there it could cause even greater consequences." "You wouldn't do that!" I blurted. "No." By now I could see the whole world crashing down around my ears. I'd be old and gray before my parents would let me go anywhere or do anything again. They would probably take my driving and TV privileges, too. "I could feel her eyes on me as I tried to melt into the sofa. She sat there, saying not a word, until I finally dared a quick look at her. Then she said, "I think I shall spank you." I sprang from the sofa in alarm and said, "You can't do that! I'm too old for that!" "Nonsense, you are never too old for a spanking. My husband spanked me when I needed it and I was much older than you are." Bu-bu-but...he did?" "Yes, he did. Sometimes it is the most appropriate punishment. "Well nobody is going to spank me!" "Fine, should I call your folks, the school, or the police?" I was pacing back and forth now. "But you said you weren't going to do any of those things." "That isn't what I said and you know it..." "I said I wouldn't call the police and that I didn't like any of the other alternatives. You also agreed that it would be irresponsible of me to just ignore the whole thing..." "Now, if you can think of some alternative this is the time to bring it up. The choice is yours; take some time to think about it before you decide. I will also eliminate notifying the school as a possibility because I don't think suspending you is appropriate. You have already missed today and causing you to miss more days won't help with your education. I happen to believe strongly in the value of education and I won't be a party to anything that causes you to miss more school." "So that leaves you with two choices. Take your spanking and be done with it and never hear about it again, or tell me to call your folks and let them decide on the appropriate punishment. I will not let you off without punishment. The offense is serious." She had locked eyes with me and I suddenly became aware of how green hers were. I finally had to look away from her stern gaze. I stood there trying hard to think of some way out of my predicament but nothing came to my mind. My world, which seemed so limitless a few minutes ago, had quickly shrunk to this little room with no exit in sight. After what seemed like a very long time she said, "Well, what will it be? If you can't decide then it automatically makes the decision to notify your folks the only one available. Shall I do that, or...what? I'm not going to wait very much longer." I heard myself say, as if from a long way off, "OK, you can do it." How I Became a Spanko "Do which?" "You know...the other thing." "No, I don't know. Tell me which you want me to do." So she was actually going to add to my embarrassment by making me ask her for the spanking I definitely did not want! I suddenly decided to put the best possible face on it and get it over with as quickly as possible. I drew myself up straight and said with as much dignity as I could muster, "I will take the punishment that you think is best. You can spank me." I could feel the heat of a blush rise up my face as I said it. "But I want your promise that you will never tell anyone." "Punishment is a private matter between the parties involved. It is a violation of trust of the worst kind to discuss it with someone who is not involved. You have my solemn word." I nodded, not trusting my voice to say anything else and just stood there where I had stopped in front of her, not knowing what else to do. How was she going to do it? Was she just going to stand up and start? Would she use a paddle of some kind, or her hand? Was she going to make me bend over and grab my ankles? Would she put me across her lap? I suddenly became aware that I had an erection again. Iron hard too. I found myself hoping very much that she wouldn't put me over her lap. She would surely be able to feel it if she did. Her next words shattered what little self possession I had remaining. "Drop your pants." "Now wait just a minute!" I exclaimed, "That wasn't part of the deal!" She gave an exasperated sigh and said, "There is hardly any point in giving you a spanking if your pants are going to pad it. I'm not strong enough and my hand isn't tough enough to give you a spanking that you will feel through pants." "But I don't have my underpants on!" I said. Again I was shocked at her reply. "That's OK, it means I won't have to make you take them down too." "You mean you are planning to spank my bare bottom? You can't do that." My mouth was very dry and I squeaked the words out. "I assure you, I can. In fact that is the only way I will do it." "But that's not fair! I won't let you do it!" "You should have thought of all this before you decided to cut classes today and get caught stark naked, and masturbating out in a public place. I'm through playing with you. Either you will do exactly as I say without further argument or I will call your dad right now." With that she got up from the couch and went to the phone on the desk across the room. She pulled the phone book out, looked up the number and started to dial. "OK, OK," I said, "I'll do whatever you say." She stood there, still holding the phone, and said, "Let's be sure we understand each other. You have agreed that the most appropriate punishment is for me to give you a spanking. That means I say the way it will be done. Any delaying tactics or lack of cooperation on your part will cause me to stop right then and there and make the phone call instead. Are you with me so far?" "But..." "No buts, or I will make the call right now. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am." I responded, unintentionally adding the honorific out of deference to the snap in her tone. "That's better. Now, there is no doubt that you are quite a bit stronger than I am so I want to make sure that you understand that even though you can force your way out at any time during the spanking, if you do that also terminates the agreement. I don't care if you kick and holler or cry but if you get up before I tell you to, it is over and I make the call instead. I also want to be sure that you understand that I do know something about spanking and this won't be easy for you. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." I replied again, meekly, with a new respect for her strength of will. "Then tell me plainly with no beating around the bush which it is to be." "You can spank me. I will do whatever you say. Just please don't tell my parents about any of this." "I gave you my word. I never, ever go back on my word." Mrs. Prentiss put the phone back on the hook, paused for a moment, and picked up a ruler from beside the blotter on the desk before returning to the couch. It was a very thin 16 inch wooden ruler and the way she held it was suggestive. "Are you going to use that on me?" I asked. "I may. You weren't going to object, were you?" Actually I had been about to do just that but I quickly thought better of it and simply said, "No Ma'am." "Good." She sat down on the couch. "Drop your pants right where you are and come over here." She pointed to a spot on the floor beside her right leg. This was the moment I had been dreading most, even more than the spanking itself. My erection was harder than ever and had ignored all my efforts to will it away; stupid thing. Would she laugh at me? That would have been more devastating than the worst spanking anyone could ever give. Mrs. Prentiss watched intently as I slowly, reluctantly undid my shorts and dropped them to the floor. She didn't laugh or say anything, though her eyebrows did go up. She silently pointed to the spot she had indicated before. Hesitating for a second I walked from the desk, where I had gone when she picked up the phone, to the indicated spot, stepping out of the shorts in the process. My erection firmly pointed the way. Without a word, she slid forward on the couch, reached up, and taking hold of my left elbow, gently but firmly pulled me across her lap until my face was buried in the cushions of the sofa. Her legs had been slightly separated as she pulled me over her and, after adjusting my position across her lap, she gently closed them, softly trapping my penis in a velvet prison. She put her left arm across the small of my back and caressed my now vulnerable behind with her free hand. She was wearing short-shorts and I was agonizingly aware of the softness of her inner thighs, the nearness of her sex to mine and the sensations generated by her gentle caresses on my rear threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel pulsing in my groin and began to fear that if she didn't get started soon I would be further embarrassed by cumming all over her thighs. Almost as if reading my thoughts she stopped and said, "This part is for cutting classes today. I'm not going to tell you that this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you because I mean for it to hurt you. I want you to remember this every time you are tempted to stay out of school. If I ever catch you cutting classes again I will give you a whole lot worse than this." The first swat immediately took my mind off my predicament. While it wasn't exactly unbearable, it certainly did hurt. She started out fairly slowly, distributing the swats evenly from the crown of the mounds down across the sensitive under curve to the tops of my thighs. She worked in a methodical fashion and gradually built up speed and force as she went, thus not allowing my now burning rear to become accustomed to the blows. As her speed and force built, the sting from one smack would barely have time to cool a little before she was back to the same spot after having covered all the rest of my rear end with stinging smacks. My behind began to feel like I had sat down in a fire. I was determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry but I was unable to stifle an occasional grunt or whimper even through gritted teeth. I found myself squirming involuntarily almost from the first blow and before it was over I was kicking my legs and bucking to the point that she had to hold me tight to keep me from falling off her lap. I had gotten to the point that I was going to have to get off her lap regardless of the consequences when she said, "You are never going to disappoint me by skipping school again; are you?" Her expression of disappointment blew away my resolve and I started crying helplessly, the tears flowing despite my intentions not to allow it to happen. I collapsed over her lap and bawled, "No, Ma'am, I promise, I'll never do it again!" "Good." She spanked on for another couple of rounds over my whole bottom while I sobbed and yelled, "I promise, I promise" over and over while hot tears ran down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. Finally she stopped, her hand resting lightly on my blazing butt. After a pause to catch her breath she said, "That was for cutting classes. Remember it. If there is a repeat of the same offense it will be much worse... Now, I'll give you a little time to recover before I spank you for the rest of it." I groaned and she laughed and said, "The worst is over. Did I hurt you too badly?" "Pretty bad." I replied, sniffling and wiping away tears. "Good. Don't forget it. Trust me; you don't ever want me to have to spank you for ditching classes again." She started running her hand lightly over my burning behind and I suddenly noticed that my erection, which had faded somewhat during the worst of the spanking, was back to iron bar status. Not only that but the heat and tingling from my behind had somehow spread to the front. Her light touch, which had the effect of cooling my backside, was heating the front side even more! She was wearing short-shorts and it was skin to skin contact, hard erection against soft thighs. She shifted her position slightly to allow it to nestle between her thighs again while she continued to caress my hot, tingling backside. Soon, to my complete mortification, I once again found myself squirming on her lap. But this time it wasn't from pain but from pleasure! I was embarrassed and humiliated but couldn't stop the squirming for any length of time. She suddenly stopped the caresses and said, "OK, looks like time to finish this. This is for getting caught the way you did. Next time, you should be more careful." I only had a moment to ponder exactly what that peculiar statement meant before she started in again. There was a big difference in the way she was doing it this time, though. She was using the ruler now and it seemed to be less painful than her hand had been. In fact it just made the fire in my groin hotter. Each time she struck I would jump, which only served to make me more aware of how soft and silky her imprisoning thighs were. She set up a rhythm that seemed to be calculated to urge me to a humping motion. She would strike harder if I failed to move in response to a swat and soon had me rising to meet each swat and then moving sharply down at the moment it landed. I was out of control and so caught up in the sensations that I couldn't stop even if I had wanted to. I knew that if it didn't end soon it was inevitable that I would cum but I was way beyond caring. I really needed to get off! When the orgasm finally arrived I was so far gone I wasn't even able to stifle my cries of pleasure. I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing because when I did cum she kept up a lighter rhythm that continued to urge me on. She gradually tapered off the force of the blows as my orgasm ground itself out, until the ruler came to a rest on my now tender bottom as I lay limply across her lap. She sat there without saying a word for what must have been a very long time while I gradually came back down to reality. Her only motion was to drop the ruler and gently place her hand on my hot bottom. Finally I was able to move and when I did she said softly, "Let me put some lotion on that before you get up" and reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lotion. It was cool when she applied it and went a long way towards soothing my still burning backside. Then she helped me to my feet and cleaned us both up with some Kleenex. She never said a word about what had just happened. Rising from her seat, she gently propelled me across the room to the far corner and said, "You just stand here for a few minutes and face the corner. I'll be right here. I have some unfinished business to take care of. I'll tell you when you can come out." She walked away and I heard the ruler clatter on the desk. I started to look around to see what she was doing but she said, "I don't want to see your head turn even a little bit until I say you can. Don't mess up, now. You're almost done." I stood there listening to the sounds of her moving around and trying to figure out what she was doing. I heard the swish of cloth being dragged over something and the sound of her sitting back down on the sofa. By now I had sufficiently recovered to be beginning to become embarrassed again. After a few minutes of silence, I heard her gasp or sigh. I could hear her get back up shortly after that and again heard the sound I had heard before she sat down. Then she said, "OK, you can come out of the corner, now." I was so naive that it wasn't until years later, when I was playing it all back in my mind while stroking myself, that I realized that she had masturbated while I stood in the corner. It had never occurred to me at that time that women did it, too. When that realization hit I came very suddenly, prematurely ending what had been planned to be a long, leisurely erotic reminisce. "Do you want to inspect the damage or would you rather just get dressed?" she asked as she opened a closet door with a mirror on the back. Curiosity and embarrassment were fighting each other for control but curiosity finally won. After all, it was a little late to be worried about her seeing me naked. I walked over to the closet door and tried to look at my behind over my shoulder. She produced a hand mirror from somewhere and handed it to me. I could see that it was still red and mottled looking. She commented, "The redness will go away in a few hours but it will probably be sore for a while longer. Get dressed." She gave my red butt a playful little slap and handed me my shorts. "You might as well stay for lunch since you are already here, unless you have something else you absolutely have to do right now. I put your underwear in the washer while you were in the bathroom. They should be ready for you to put back on by the time we finish eating." So of course I stayed for lunch. And I began to wonder how I could get back over her lap again some time soon. Without cutting classes, though. I believed her about not wanting THAT particular spanking!