by Susan Thomas
"Yikes!" Erin practically shrieked in surprise at how much the paddle hurt. Her whole body jerked and for a moment she almost fell off her aunt's lap. The paddle had caught her more to the edge of her left cheek which now burned and made her wonder how anyone could take a proper spanking. The paddle came down again full across both cheeks and Erin cried, "Yikes that hurts! Ow!" Her aunt was too busy concentrating on giving her first spanking to reply and brought the paddle down again in exactly the same place.
The sound of the paddle hitting her bottom for the third time echoed around the room and could easily be heard by her uncle who had been listening to the smack of the paddle and Erin's cries, and wondered how he was going to do his duty when it came to it.
Smack! The paddle landed for the fourth time. "Ow, ouch, oh heck it hurts!" Erin's cries were as much surprise as anything but this one brought a slight smile to her aunt's face - because of course a spanking is meant to hurt isn't it?
Her aunt's fifth with the paddle caught her lower down on her bottom and made Erin practically move a whole foot over her aunt's lap.
"Stay still Erin I can't spank you when you wriggle so much."
"Oh so sorry." There was a note of sarcasm in her voice which was soon lost as the sixth smack landed. "Ouch, ouch, Ahh! Blow, it hurts!"
The compromise six having been delivered, Erin was allowed to get up and she rushed to her mirror to examine the vivid red marks that her small spanking had produced.
"Auntie that really hurts. I didn't realise what it would be like."
"Well dear, being tough about it perhaps now you will go to bed when I tell you to."
"Yes I will but I wasn't really bad was I? I didn't mean to do anything wrong you know."
Her aunt laughed. "Darling I think that's what all girls say when they get into trouble. 'I didn't mean to.' I can remember saying the same myself to your granddad. Well around here 'I didn't mean to' doesn't count for much."
The next day as she walked to the shop with her uncle he spoke in a very embarrassed way, "Erin I don't know if you realise it but although I kind of chickened out of spanking you last night, if something more serious came up I would have to do the spanking. That's how folk around here view it; the man of the house handles the serious discipline."
Erin did realise it and she wasn't happy at the thought but felt she had little choice. Already she had sensed that the other girls were much happier that she was on the same footing as they were and she knew her uncle and aunt's friends also felt it was a more satisfactory arrangement.
Chapter 2
Erin settled in well with all the kids she met. Although boys were talked about a lot she did not go out with any on her own but tended to spend a lot of time with Kerry who lived next door and Sallie-Jo who lived nearby. Both girls were subject to strict rules about dating which suited Erin and her aunt and uncle; she didn't want any romantic entanglements when she wasn't here for long.
I have observed that when girls are strictly brought up they tend to behave in a much younger way than those not subject to strict rules. I am not making a judgement on whether this is good or bad, merely reporting on my observation. I think that was what lay at the heart of the spanking the three girls got. After the church service was over folk didn't go; there were refreshments of course, meetings, socialising, noise, laughing and happiness. Children were encouraged to either stick close to parents or go and play out on the grassed area which had a few swings and play equipment at the back of the church. Teenagers though were largely ignored and gravitated to each other.
It has never been established exactly who started the game of 'Catch Me' but soon all three girls were diving in and out of the throngs playing 'Catch Me' (or 'It' or 'Tag') loudly and to the considerable annoyance of the adults. An elder in fighter plane-like mode targeted them and came in to stop the game but before he reached them disaster struck.
Church funding was of course on a tithing basis but before entering the worship part of the church there were several large cylinder-like containers with glass sides. They were for cash offerings for missionary work and were often half full when Sunday worship was done. It was into one of these that the game crashed; the lid was knocked off, scattering notes and coins in every direction. The silence that followed was ominous.
Several elders joined the fighter jet and the girls were made to pick up every note and coin. It was then the intention to take them to their parents but the elders couldn't find them. There were so many activities going on, and so many people milling about it wasn't easy to find particular people. They were taken to the Assistant Pastor's office; Kerry and Sallie-Jo whispered, "They're going to spank us."
Erin knew that sometimes the church leadership administered corporal correction to over eighteens when parents weren't immediately available. Kerry had been spanked in church only recently but Erin made up her mind she wasn't going to accept it. She'd walk out even if it meant catching the first available flight home. She had signed up for spankings from her aunt and uncle (mainly not to be the odd one out) but not this; no elder was spanking her. However, the elders weren't keen on spanking so many eighteen year olds and eventually Kerry's dad was found who promised to get the girls to their homes. Sallie-Jo was the first to be handed over and she was already crying as her dad took her firmly by the arm and marched her off. Then Erin was handed over to her aunt with an explanation followed by a heavy sigh from Nicola, finally Kerry was marched indoors by her dad, her head down as she walked to her appointment with the spanking paddle.
Her aunt escorted Erin to her room and pointed at the paddle on the wall. Erin was shaking as she took it down from its hook. Her six swats had been enough to inform her just how painful this was going to be; disturbing the church had to be almost up there with something really bad like getting drunk or taking drugs. Jack was still not back and Nicola seemed not to know what to do; this was definitely a man's job but the man was not there.
"You can't get spanked in the dress, it will be impossible to keep up out of the way and anyway it will get crushed. And we are due out for lunch, remember."
"I can't go out after getting spanked!" Erin practically shrieked.
"I'm afraid you'll have to and since Kerry is going to the same lunch she will be there too, so you can support each other."
"But everyone will know!"
"That my dear is part of the punishment. Perhaps next Sunday you'll remember to behave properly. Honestly I am so surprised at you. Eighteen indeed! Now get that dress off ready for your spanking."
"But I'll only have my bra and knickers on when Uncle Jack gets here!"
"That will be the least of your worries our Erin." Her aunt's Lancashire accent, long since overlaid by her American accent, suddenly reappeared and the dry northern humour made Erin suddenly homesick.
Erin began to leak tears of self-pity but remembering her friends would be getting the same slowly took her dress off and put it to one side for when they went out. Holding the paddle she sat on the bed feeling naked and very vulnerable. Through the open window came the first sounds of Kerry getting spanked next door. Kerry's bedroom window was opposite Erin's and the swats of the paddle with Kerry's cries of distress were clear enough. Erin began to quiver and her eyes leaked more tears; she wished that she could just get it over with. Waiting was torture.
Uncle Jack had finally got the message. He had been helping an elderly member of the church but hurried away quickly when he heard. He walked the short distance home as quickly as he could and as he passed Kerry's house the sound of her spanking came to him from her open window. The sharp crack of the paddle across her bare bottom sounded very loud and suggested good hard swats; the poor girl's cries were heart rending, but they had misbehaved and set a very bad example to younger ones so a good spanking was really called for. He vowed that Erin would get no less even if it was the first time he had spanked anyone.
"I am really disappointed in you Erin."
Her uncle's opening words prod
uced another leakage of tears from the youngster. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to be a nuisance we just got a bit carried away."
"It was disgraceful behaviour especially in girls of your age. I'm afraid you will be getting a good hard spanking young lady."
More leaked tears. "Yes Uncle Jack."
Jack took off his suit jacket and sat down on the bed his brawny arm looking very scary to Erin who felt smaller and younger with every second.
Next door Kerry stood in a corner with her hands on her head, her bottom still bare and very marked and sore. She had to stand there for twenty minutes to reflect on her misdeeds. She got to the corner just in time to hear the first swat of the paddle landing firmly on Erin's tender young bottom. Kerry winced in sympathy knowing this was Erin's first real spanking. Her friend's cries and wails stopped any reflection other than that they had all really screwed up badly this time. She wondered how Sallie-Jo had got on.
Uncle Jack looked down at his niece laying across his lap. He was uncomfortable with his role of disciplinarian and embarrassed by having her in this position particularly as she only had on a bra and her panties were gathered around her knees. The thought of spanking her did not appeal but he knew it was his duty, and the girls had behaved really badly. What would he have done if she hadn't insisted on signing the behaviour agreement and buying the paddle? Now her pert bottom stared up at him with goose bumps all over it; this was one scared teenager.
He threw up a quick prayer for help in carrying out this distasteful duty and brought the paddle down hard on the bottom in front of him. The smack of the paddle sounded very loud and Erin's bottom compressed before springing back leaving a huge red mark in its place.
Erin jerked hard and yelled out, "Ow!"
He hesitated but then found the strength to do it again and the paddle came down making his niece's bottom bounce and an even louder yelp escape her. The third smack of the paddle was his hardest yet and Erin jerked so hard she nearly fell off. He shifted her position so that she was head down to the floor and crossed his leg over her legs as he had seen in one of the manuals, and then began again in earnest.
He had been told to give her twice her age in swats to do a good job but counting them wasn't so easy and in the end he just fell into a rhythm and made the girl's bottom cheeks dance a savage dance as the paddle smacked down on them again and again. He did not spare her and her cries and wails filled the room while she thrashed around over his lap trying to avoid the blistering paddle. He was hard pressed to hold her still and found himself panting with the exertion. Then he noticed the state of her bottom; from the beginning of the curve where her bottom met her back right down to several inches below her bottom onto her thighs and from hip to hip was scarlet red but far worse were the dark red blotches that dominated the centre of each cheek and even appeared in other places.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson Erin?"
The gulping sobs made her reply indistinct but he was sure she was saying, "Oh yes. I am so sorry, please stop."
He gave her one last hard smack with the paddle and told her it was over. Nicola helped her weeping niece off her husband's lap. She gave her tissues to blow her nose and gave her a few minutes of recovery time before telling her that she now had to do some time in the corner. This was not an extra part of the punishment that was always used but Kerry's dad had said he was going to use it so they were too. Erin's panties had come off during the fierce spanking but that didn't matter and she was led to the corner, her hands placed on her head and left there. She wriggled around, the heat in her bottom giving her no rest, and snuffled and snivelled the whole time.
When she was released she kept apologising until her aunt and uncle told her it was over. That wasn't true though; when she had got dressed again they were off to meet with three other families at a restaurant in town. Erin and Kerry sat next to each other their faces clearly those of well spanked girls. They wriggled uncomfortably on the benches and were stared at by all the younger kids in the group. The poor girls kept their heads down and barely ate anything; for them it was a most unsuccessful meal.
Erin may have been spanked but that had nothing to do with her competence at work; everyone in Jack's employ agreed that she was doing a fine job and learning the business at a speed which defied belief. One day Jack was out at a meeting with suppliers when she heard raised voices coming from the place where customers collected repaired or serviced items.
A thin, weasel-faced older man with grey straggly hair and a most miserable expression was shouting at Arni Baasch the man in charge of the maintenance department. He was demanding a substantial discount because the work had not been done properly. Erin knew that that was as unlikely as flying pigs because if anything Arni was a perfectionist, but Arni got tongue tied quite often and simply couldn't reply. She also knew who the customer was; he was Tad Collins who had the reputation of a complainer who never paid bills on time and always demanded discounts.
"Is there a problem Mr Collins?" she asked so politely it was covered in sugar.
"Who the hell are you?"
"My Uncle Jack owns this place. I'm working for him. Is there a problem? Perhaps I can help sort it out."
"This useless article here hasn't serviced my gear right. I'll have to sort it out and I want a 50% discount for that."
"Not right? Well that's terrible. Did you check it Arni?"
"Sure did. Done it twice - nothing wrong with it; works perfect."
"Mr Baasch here is really good at his job so I think you must have made a mistake Mr Collins but I will make a report to my uncle. However, in the meantime we cannot give you a discount I'm afraid"
"This useless dumbo wouldn't know one end of a spanner from another, and as for you - you're just a kid with nothing but fluff in that stupid head of yours. I ain't leaving until I get my discount."
Erin suddenly lost it. She snapped, "Well you'd better pull up a chair and sit down because it will be a long wait. I may be stupid and Arni may be a dumbo but we aren't miserable money grabbing old gits like you."
Tad Collins went a nasty colour, turned around and stormed off out of the door. Unfortunately he ran into Jack as he made his way back to his truck. When Jack eventually got away and came in he did not look pleased. "Erin, my office now."
Erin stood waiting in his office feeling aggrieved as only a teenager can at the whole situation. Her uncle was clearly talking to Arni and when he came in he looked less annoyed.
"Tell me your side of it."
Erin told him but he shook his head. "It was right to take the heat off Arni but you became disrespectful. The agreement, that you signed remember, makes a point about showing respect for adults. Not nice adults only, all adults. You were very disrespectful."
"Yes but he was totally disrespectful now wasn't he!"
"We're not talking about him, we are talking about you. You're the one with the agreement and you are the one is still only a young eighteen. No I am sorry Erin but I have no choice, when we get home this evening you will be spanked."
Erin was stunned at how this situation had developed, "But I didn't..."
"Mean to be, I know I have heard that before but you were; the deed is done; now you must face the consequences."
Erin went weak at what lay in front of her. That spanking she had after church had really hurt and now she faced another but there was no sense arguing. "Yes uncle," she muttered and left the office her head down.
Arni asked, "What did he say?"
"I'm getting spanked when I get home."
Arni looked unhappy but he understood why. He gave her the briefest of hugs and got on with his work. Erin knew that soon everyone else in the shop would know and not long after the whole town would know that she was getting spanked, including that horrid Tad Collins.
After work she and her uncle began the walk home with Erin getting more scared with every step. It was as if she had a huge weight on her back which was pushing her into the ground and making her breathle
ss with effort of walking with it. She was getting another spanking. It was the only thought she could keep in her head.
"Tad Collins is rude and then gets away with it but I get spanked. It doesn't seem very fair to me."
Her uncle grinned at her. "Well, not entirely away with it. I've written to him saying that since my business is not up to his standards he must take his custom elsewhere."
She looked at him. "So where is there another like yours?"
"Oh about sixty or so miles away. There are also a couple of retired guys who do a little servicing on the side for a few extra bucks but that's it."
Erin would have laughed but for the weight on her back.
Her uncle looked at her with compassion. "Maybe I could let your disrespect go this once."
The weight came off her back and Erin's heart soared with relief. "Would you really?"
"I don't want to spank you Erin, but you were disrespectful and rude, but hey I suppose I can let it go this time."
Suddenly the weight was back. Erin realised that by now the whole town pretty much would know she was due a spanking, news went faster round this town than on the Internet. She shook her head. "It won't work. If you don't spank me everyone will think you weak and failing in your duty. I told Arni I was getting spanked and he will have told the others and they will have told... and probably by now Tad Collins is rubbing his hands with pleasure."
Her uncle stopped dead and laughed but without humour or pleasure. "Oh boy the Lord is really teaching me right now... lesson after lesson just lately." Erin was bewildered by this. "You see Erin we always wanted children. Me, I especially wanted a girl. It wasn't to be but it doesn't stop the wanting. I have these daydreams you know, where I have this girl and we do stuff and eventually of course she goes down the aisle on my arm. But my dreams are all hearts and flowers. Know what I mean? I guess with you here the Lord is teaching me it isn't all hearts and flowers. Sometimes a father has unpleasant duties to perform."
