From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Jill's Education
Date: 12 May 1996 03:30:52 GMT


This story involves teenage spanking, is that is not of interest please 
don’t read. It is fictional and is 
the product of a rambling mind that should be dismissed as warped.
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    JILLS EDUCATION

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It was the final two months of my Junior year in High School and most of 
my classes were doing OK except I was in deep trouble in German, there 
was no doubt that I was going to fail, the only remaining question was 
the extent of my crash and burn according to my teacher I had it with in 
my capability to set a new school low, she observed with some sarcasm.

It was true I had to admit that I had not applied my self, but the class 
was sooo boring and the teacher was such a colossal dud, that I kept 
shinning on even trying and concentrated on other classes and more 
interesting situations ( boys ).

Problem was that I wanted to go to a camp for cheerleading this summer, 
and Dad had made it clear, any failing marks meant Summer school, and no 
Camp, It was starting to look like a summer school vacation, I was so 
down, One night when my sister Janet, a sophomore in college was home for 
the weekend with her boy friend who had graduated from college two years 
ago and was now an accountant. I started whining to them about my 
predicament and observed, Janet when you were in 
high School, you got worse grades than me, now you’re on the Deans list 
at school,  How did you do it?

Well Jill, she said to me, and smiling at Bobby, that’s kind of a secret, 
sort of a special situation you might say. What I said?  Tell me I’m 
desperate I need help, I just have to go to the Cheerleading camp, all my 
friends from the squad are going and I’ll be the only one left out.  Tell 
me.....


At that point, Janet was called away by Mom to help with something, I sat 
looking at Bobby, with a worried look on my face wondering what Janet had 
meant, then for the first time Bobby spoke, Do you REALLY want to pass 
this course Jill, Oh yes I said I just have to.  OK Listen close he said 
I’ll help you but there is a catch since you have put so little effort in 
so far this year I need to be convinced that you’ll put forth your best 
effort.  You can count on me I will I promise, I said,  I’m sure you mean 
that now, but I’ll want to make sure and I have a plan interested?

I was interested.  Now hush until I get through and we’ll see if you 
really want to pass your German class he said putting his finger to his 
lips to quiet my excitement.

First of all Jill, as I understand it you need to keep this from your Dad 
as he feels you should pass this class on your own and is disappointed 
that you didn’t try harder this year is that correct?   He was correct.

Here is what I will do, as the school year has so little time to got we 
will have to move fast, I will hire a tutor, you will see this tutor at 
least twice during the week and once on the weekend for how ever long the 
tutor feels is appropriate. Great I blurted out, as he placed his finger 
over his lips again, signaling for my continued silence.  I will expect 
you to put forth your best effort at all times, and at any time if 
you have not done your home work from the tutor or are unprepared for a 
class or are late or miss a class I will spank you, no excuses accepted ! 
 If you agree to this you will see it through, you will not be allowed to 
drop out. Do you understand so far?

I hadn’t been spanked for over a year now, but it was a measure of how 
desperate I was that I agreed almost immediately after closing my mouth 
that hung open in astonishment.  Besides I reasoned I was going to apply 
myself, so a spanking was not a very realistic problem and he was going 
to even pay for the tutor, no wonder my sister loved him, heck so did I 
right then.  

Hold on he said I’m not done as I sat there nodding in delight at my new 
change in fortune, I could hardly wait to tell the others that I was 
going to camp after all,      Jill at any time if I or your tutor feel 
that you are not giving your maximum effort you will be spanked, you will 
not question the decision and will submit when I tell you to,  further if 
you ever lie to me, keep anything of relevance from me or in 
any way resist your punishment I reserve the right to take a belt to your 
bare bottom if I see fit.    Now do you agree to all of that?  

Well the last bit was a tad much I thought, but was so excited that I 
agreed with out hesitation.

True to his word, two days later we were on the front door step of my new 
tutor waiting for her to answer,  Bobby looked at me and said, now 
remember this lady is the best at the college, but she also has high 
expectations and a reputation for a no nonsense approach.   I admit I was 
a little nervous now that we were about to be under way, it had seemed 
easier when we discussed this at my house, but now it was for real, I had 
spent some time wondering about the spanking parts of the conversation, 
and had decided that it was mostly bluff, the kind of thing my Dad might 
do to try and make a point or at the most he’d give me a few swats on the 
seat of my jeans, and what the heck, that might be sort of fun having 
Janet’s boy friend smack my bottom a few taps.    ( Ah the surprises the 
future holds )

The door opened and a tall slender lady about thirty years old, opened 
the door, I thought she is beautiful, I  wonder if she’s taking classes 
too?  Come in she said, and looking at me you must be Jill, let’s get 
started. Bob that will be all you may pick Jill up in two hours, with 
that Bobby turned and left.

Oh wow this is my tutor? I thought, hey no problem, she looks like she’ll 
be cool, this should be a breeze, well the breeze was short lived, soon I 
was at the table being grilled about phrases, verbs and the complete lack 
of my knowledge. It was soon apparent to Ms. Norris that I was woefully 
ignorant of her favorite subject and this didn’t amuse her in the least.

When the two hours were up I felt drained and in Bobby’s car on the way 
home all I could do was slump in the seat exhausted and thinking about 
the impossible homework assignment I had for the next day.

That night after an hours studying I went out to play Tennis at the 
school for a while, resolving to finish my German assignment in study 
hall the next day.

My next to last period was study hall,  I opened the book at to my 
distress, realized that I had left and paper of phrases to be memorized 
at home, Well I could explain that to Ms. Norris I thought, I hoped, and 
started studying the rest , taking about half an hour off to talk to a 
few friends.


I walked to Ms. Norris house and arrived only a few minutes late, we got 
started and it was soon evident that I was not ready to her satisfaction, 
when I had to explain about the missing paper her gaze turned glacial and 
my knees became a little weak.

Bobby arrived on time to pick me up, I scurried to the door happy to be 
making an exit, so I thought.  Bob she said,  it would appear that Jill 
is not interested in my tutoring I think she is wasting my time and your 
money, and with that she recapped to my total embarrassment my short 
comings.

Hmm Bobby said, she’s more like her sister than I thought, she has to 
have help and an incentive to help her concentrate on her school work.. 
AND THERE I knew all at once why Janet’s grades had improved so much so 
fast and why Bobby was so ready with a complete workable plan when the 
need arose... Janet was getting spanked for grade deficiencies, my mind 
was reeling, while at the same time I realized that there was an 
important conversation going on that had an immediate impact on me.

Ms. Norris, Bobby said, I’ve told you about the arrangement that Jill and 
I have, with your permission I would like to give her a spanking right 
now, and we can evaluate the success of her punishment after a few more 
lessons, will that be all right with you?

Yes that would be fine,  I agree that quick corrective action is the most 
effective and of course you may use that chair over there, she said,  
pointing to the dining room chair that I had been sitting in only a few 
minutes ago.

Taking me by the arm Bobby gently led me to the chair and as he sat down, 
he pulled me across his lap, as I wondered if this was how he spanked 
Janet. He pulled up the back of my cheerleader skirt and began a short 
lecture on my responsibilities, my head was down but I noticed out of the 
corner of my eye Ms. Norris leave the room and return and in her hand was 
a large wooden spoon that she handed to Bobby.

With out much more talk the spoon made contact with my bottom, the noise 
wasn’t loud but after only a few swats, a slow burn began building on my 
fanny. I heard Ms. Norris make small noises of approval as the spanking 
progressed,  Evidently Bobby was intent on making a statement with this 
first spanking.

He was peppering my bottom, with swats from the wooden spoon, in a steady 
steam, after about fifteen I was crying,  only a few more and I was 
kicking my legs and trying to protect my bottom, he took my right wrist 
and held it while he continued the paddling.  I would guess that after 
about twenty five swats I was let up.  He held me by the arm in front of 
him while I blubbered and told me that I could expect more of the same 
unless my attitude and efforts improved, I nodded that I understood and 
was finally allowed to dry my tears in the bathroom.

After calming down, I couldn’t resist thinking again about Janet and her 
spankings, I wondered what her bottom looked like after a spanking from 
Bobby, and then wondered what mine looked like right then,  I pulled down 
my bottoms and turned my tail to the full length mirror on the door and 
took a look, It was splotched with marks where the paddle had struck as 
opposed to a even shade of red from one 
of Dad’s hand spankings.  Geeze it was sore and tender, and a push on the 
flesh was a reminder that was to stay with me for the next day or so.

We didn’t speak too much on the drive back, to my house which was just as 
well, I was trying to find a tolerable way to sit, Bobby stayed for 
dinner that night, I could tell from the way he and Janet smiled at me 
when I fidgeted on the chair that he had told her about my spanking.

Later that night Janet smiling  came into my room and said well, little 
sister I heard you got spanked,  I smiled back ruefully and agreed that 
indeed that was the case.

Janet then proceeded to tell me her story with Bobby, it seems that when 
she was Freshman and doing poorly he as a graduate student was helping 
others adapt to college in a school study program, as they had the same 
majors they were matched up. At first nothing seemed to help then one day 
he made an idle comment about spanking her if she didn’t apply herself.  
Her next test was better, when ask why, 
she replied Well I didn’t want to get spanked, and from there is was off, 
soon they were agreeing on goals and she was getting a spanking if they 
were not met.

You would be amazed at how focused the mind can be if you know you’ll get 
spanked if you let it wander she went on,  Oh no I said I think I’m 
beginning to understand.

The next two sessions at Ms. Norris went well, and the fog of ignorance 
was beginning to clear a bit, and then at the fourth one I stumbled, once 
again I forgot an assignment paper. Ms. Norris told me Jill I’m sorry but 
I will have to tell Bob,  I pleaded that he was out of town and I would 
have to wait until I returned to learn my fate and the worry would 
disrupt my concentration, couldn’t we forget the whole 
thing just this one time.  No deal....   Please I can’t wait that long I 
just can’t I sniveled in my best woe is me tone.

If you want Jill she said I can give you the spanking, but you will have 
to tell Bob and hope that it suffices as punishment, I can’t guarantee 
that he won’t spank you also.

After some hesitation, I agree as this seemed to be the best deal I was 
about to get, I was instructed to stand in a corner for a few seconds and 
then told to turn around, when I did so Ms. Norris was seated in the 
chair with a ping pond paddle in her hand, I gulped and went over and 
stood to her right as instructed.  Jill lower your jeans  and remove them 
was the command in a distinct German accent.

Soon I was across her lap, she placed the paddle just touching my bottom 
and patted it a few times, then each pat was a little harder than the 
last until the pops started to sting soon it was a full fledged paddling.


I yelped as the paddle came down with about the tenth swat , I was 
determined not to make a complete idiot of myself in front of my tutor 
who I was beginning to like and respect, I tried to be brave, and  
crossed my legs as tight as I could flexing and unflexing them with each 
swat of the paddle,  I was crying and soon beginning to lose composure as 
the paddling continued.

I began uttering a short grunt  Huu  Huu each time the paddle struck, so 
here I was flexing and unflexing my crossed legs , grunting and at the 
same time thinking I was not making an idiot of my self.

The last few swats were extra hard and I arched my back upward and even 
with the seat of the chair and bawled like a baby.  I was let up and 
scurried to the bathroom, leaving my jeans , about fifteen minutes later 
I reappeared shyly coming into the living room to retrieve my jeans, Ms. 
Norris had them on her lap and as I approached she took me by the arm and 
standing me in front of her turned sideways 
gave me a lecture on responsibility, her time,  Bobby’s money,  and so on 
and with each point she gave me a medium swat with the paddle, not hard 
but it stung, after about seven of these swats I was on my toes 
anticipating each swat , soon it was over and I was allowed to put my 
jeans back on.

The next week, and three classes later, my grades in German class were 
starting to improve to the amazement of my High School German teacher.

The following Saturday, Bobby picked me up from Ms. Norris house, before 
we left they had a short progress report that I was not allowed to hear.  
My parents were out of town for the weekend and Janet was sort of 
watching me and the house.

Later that afternoon,  Bobby and Janet had a spirited discussion that I 
only heard part of, snippets like from Janet,  No not here, not in front 
of her....  Things like that, it was soon evident that Bobby had won the 
conversation and Janet pouted for a while,  an hour or two before dinner, 
Bobby Made an announcement that surprised me more than a little, Girls he 
said since you are both on the same program for grades I am going to 
administer punishments with each of you allowed to watch the others, in 
the hope that a constructive lesson can be learned from observing the 
others punishment.  I was giddy with interest, this could only mean that 
I was about to watch my big sister get spanked by her boy friend, what an 
opportunity, I felt sorry ( Not all That much I guess) for Janet, but it 
improved her grades so it must be good for her No?

Janet your term paper was late, and Jill you didn’t tell me about your 
spanking from Ms. Norris, did you?  And while your grades are picking up 
she feels that once again after some improvement you are starting to lose 
concentration , we shall see if we can correct that tonight OK?  and with 
that he left the room, and I sat in stunned silence.  I had forgot to 
tell him, did this qualify as keeping something from him, as in bare 
bottom with a gulp/shudder belt?

An hour later I was sitting and trying to get past the quietest dinner I 
had ever experienced, as soon as the dishes were finished Bobby ordered 
us to get into our pajamas and at 8:00 sharp meet him in the den, and 
with that we were sent to our rooms.

With about ten minutes to go Janet and I met in the upstairs hall way, 
she told me that what ever I did I should obey Bobby, and that everything 
would be all right and I should remember that he loved us both or he 
wouldn’t have paid my tuition and be dating her with an expected wedding 
date to be set. Really sis that’s great I said quickly forgetting my 
immediate problem, she put her arm around me smiled and 
we headed for the den. 

Bobby was waiting for us,  Jill he said I’m going to spank you first, 
Janet please go over and stand by the door, remember not a peep until 
it’s your turn, yes sir she whispered, I took this as a hint on how to 
address Bobby for the rest of the night.

Jill, come over here, and soon I was standing at his right as he sat on 
the chair, I noticed a thick leather belt on the sofa near the chair, as 
Bobby saw my gaze wander to the strap, he smiled , that won’t be 
necessary tonight unless I encounter some resistance, I sighed, I surely 
would not give him cause to use it.

Drop those bottoms and get across my knee, I did as I was told as quickly 
as I could to reduce my exposure.  His hand splatted against my bottom, 
causing a loud sound in the small bare room,   I tried to lay as limp as 
I could in an effort to give him no cause to reach for the strap. after 
about five more spanks, I could feel my resolve start to weaken, 

The spanks sounded like claps in the small room , I was now by the 
seventh spank starting to move a little in an effort to reduce the 
discomfort, Slap  clap was the sound reaching my ears, and then grunts of 
pain, as the swats began to accumulate.

I began kicking my feet, being careful not to move my legs and make my 
situation worse. I knew I deserved this spanking and that made it easier 
to endure, but no easier to stay still. Soon I was hanging on to the 
chair legs and my legs began crossing and uncrossing, I then spread my 
legs as far apart as I could and closed them, any thing to try and manage 
the pain, that I might have been exposing my self to him was the least of 
my concerns at the moment.

I was yelping and yipping as each swat struck home and beginning to buck 
too much for him and I heard a I warned you Jill, a moments hesitation as 
I realized through the haze that he was picking up the strap, Three times 
the strap descended and each time it took my breath away by the third I 
was gasping for air.  By now I was a fully punished girl and had learned 
my lesson, he seemed to sense this and I was let up a blubbering like I 
was four years old.

I went over to Janet for comfort leaving my bottoms at Bobby’s feet, she 
patted me and gave me a kiss and went to Bobby’s side and with out 
comment dropped her bottoms and lay across his lap.  I stood there trying 
to stop crying and watched only semi-realizing I was bottomless.  

Her spanking was different and I got a realization for the first time 
that not all spankings are always for punishment only.  He placed his 
hand on her bottom and patted it a few times,  gave her four hard swats 
then rubbed her bottom a few more times gave her five swats, now harder, 
then gave her a pat and rubbed a little more, this pattern continued 
until he was giving her ten spanks at a time between 
rubbing her bottom, I noticed that her spanking was harder that mine but 
given with  an affection that I had not received.  She was crying but 
soon also wiggling on his lap in a way that I had not considered.

He looked up and noticed the intent with which I was watching and ordered 
me to put my nose in the corner, As I did so I noticed  his hand resting 
on her leg just below her bottom,  partly visible.

The spanking continued as I stood in the corner rubbing my bare bottom 
listening as my sister now made some sounds that I had also not 
considered during my spanking.

Then it was over at his command I rushed to my bedroom, still bare bottom,
 having no wish to do other that I was told.

Later,  Janet came to my room and offered to apply some lotion to my 
burning bottom, when she was done, I offered to do the same for her, she 
responded that there was no need as Bobby had already attended to that 
matter, she smiled and left the room.

Yes I went to Cheerleading camp that Summer, got a Solid B in German with 
an A on the final, Thought the teacher was going to pass out.   And no, 
before it was all over that wasn’t the last spanking.