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Subject: Jessica Lynn Part III (M/ff, nc)
From: Corporal <dbrett@fast.net>
Date: 1998

Jessica Lynn, Part 3

Jessica Lynn 1998 Corporal. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to copy for personal use only. Any other use is prohibited. Permission for any other use must be obtained by contacted Corporal at dbret@fast.net.

This story is fiction and contains themes which some may consider to be of an adult or offensive nature. If you are not an adult under the laws of your state or country do not proceed further. This story is for entertainment purposes only and may not represent the viewpoint of the author or the electronic source. All characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance of any kind, to real people living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Jessica Lynn Part III

Sara was to return the next day, and I sincerely believed that I was going to avoid having to administer any more spankings to my young charge. Jessica had been as good as gold for nearly five days, and I was truly wishing I could keep her within my family, but knowing that was not possible, I was satisfied that I had perhaps played some small part in correcting a pattern of behavior that would only lead her into serious trouble. Now if only I could get Sara to continue invoking the strict discipline I had established, then perhaps I would be quite satisfied. Also, I was looking forward to a dinner date with the cute young mother. Something I had not looked forward to in many a year.

I was in my office, reading over some rather dismal preliminary versions of my students' doctoral dissertations when I heard that phrase that can turn a parent's blood to ice water. It was Danni's voice, but I, as yet, did not know to whom it referred.

"Oooooooh, I'm gonna tellllllll! You're gonna be in truhhhbuhhhhl!"

Leaving my office, I almost dreaded what I was going to find. In my hurry, I nearly ran over my five-year-old. Danni was looking very smug.

"Daddy, do you know what Jessie just did?"

"No, Danni I don't. But I suspect you are about to tell me aren't you?"

"Uh, huh."

"Danni, do you remember what I told you about tattling?"

"Uhmmmmm. Don't do it?"

"That's right. Tattling is not a good thing."

"Okaaaaay, but what if I just tell you to go look in the bathroom?"

I smiled. My little imp was going to get this out one way or another.

"And why would I want to go look in the bathroom?"

"'Cause it's fulluh smoke?"

"WHAAAAAT?"

"It's fulluh smoke 'cause someone was smokin' a cigret. We're not s'posed to do that, right Daddy?"

I was running down the hallway toward the bathroom, but I turned back to Danni to quickly reply.

"Yes that's right Danni, we're not supposed to do that."

I threw open the door to the bathroom and almost choked on the amount of smoke. Quickly I turned on the vent. Looking around, it was obvious that no one was in the bathroom. I ran outside. No one there either. I turned and ran upstairs to the bedrooms. I followed my nose to the scent of cigarette smoke -- Jessie's room. I opened the door and went in. Jessie was sitting at the desk doing homework. The little girl reeked of cigarette smoke. I decided to give her a chance to confess, so I confronted her.

"Jessie, were you smoking in the bathroom?"

She looked down at the floor and whispered an answer.

"Why do you think it was me?"

"Just answer the question Jessie. Were you smoking in the bathroom?"

"I guess so. But it was only one cigarette, and I just wanted to see what it was like, and I won't do it again, I promise Daddy. I promise. Please don't be mad at me."

There was that "Daddy" again. Jessie had really adopted me as a surrogate daddy.

"Jessie, I am very upset with you. Smoking is dangerous. It can make you sick. You could have started a fire. You . . . . . you . . . . . you smell awful! And where did you get the cigarette young lady?"

"From a kid at school. I'm sorreeee. I really am. I won't ever do it again. I promise."

"You're right you won't ever do it again. Because if you ever think about doing it again, you're going to have something to remember this day by! But first, young lady, you are headed for the shower. I want you bathed, your hair washed and dried, and then I want you dressed and downstairs -- in one hour! Oh, and brush your teeth . . . . twice! Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

With that I took her by the wrist, hauled her into the upstairs bathroom, stripped her down and deposited her very unceremoniously in the shower. As she stepped into the shower, I couldn't resist giving her one solid smack in the middle of very naked bottom. She yelped and ducked into the shower.

I went back to her room, opened both windows, and turned on the overhead fan. The room reeked of cigarette smoke as she did. I absolutely could not believe this. Why could she not have waited until her mother came home? Now I was faced with yet again having to . . . . well, you know. This child was graying my hair!

I returned to my office to continue to read whilst I awaited Jessica's arrival. I listened for the shower to end. I fumed. I read some more. I paced. I fumed. The shower kept running. I paced even more. I grabbed the chair and placed it in front of my desk. When she arrived, I wanted her to know what was in store for her. The shower was turned off. Twenty-five minutes. I heard the hair-blower going. I tried to read. I talked to myself a bit. I reasoned out loud that Jessica was certainly deserving of the spanking of her life. The hair blower was turned off. I looked at my watch. Thirty-five minutes. I heard the bathroom door open and heard footsteps on the stairs. I sat behind my desk and pretended to work. A small knock at my door announced Jessica's arrival.

"Come in Jessica."

Jessica entered and once more surprised me. As she came in, I was startled to see that she was wearing a short T-shirt, green cotton, day-of-the-week panties, and a pair of white ankle socks. Her long red hair was in two pony tails, and a single tear was tracking down her fresh scrubbed freckled face. She looked like a little angel.

"Where are your pants Jessica?"

She looked at the floor and dug one toe into the rug. She held her hands behind her in a protective manner over her bottom. She answered quietly.

"I supposed that I wouldn't be wearing them very long when I came down, so I just didn't put them on."

"And why did you think you wouldn't be wearing them very long?"

"I kinda figured I was going to get a spanking."

"Ahhhhhhh. And why would you be getting a spanking, Jessie?"

"Because I was naughty."

"And do you think you deserve a spanking, young lady?"

"I s'pose so, but I'm really sorry."

"Are you sorry because you were naughty or because your bottom is going to be spanked?"

"'Cause I was naughty."

"Well, now Jessie, you didn't put your pants on because you figured you wouldn't be wearing them very long, but I see you do have your panties on. Do you usually keep them on for a spanking?"

Her voice became a breathy whisper, and I could see that her lower lip was trembling.

"No. They get pulled down too. But I didn't want to have to walk down here bare-bottomed."

"I see. Well, you're certainly down here now."

I nodded to the spanking chair. Jessie's lip trembled some more and tears began to track down her cheeks, but she dutifully walked over and stood to the right of the chair. Then she sighed and pushed her panties down to just below her bottom. Her hands immediately went behind her so they lay palm out on either bottom cheek. But she held her chin up and tried to look brave. I stood, went to the chair, and sat down. Jessie started to bend forward, but I stopped her. It occurred to me that I needed to know more about this situation. So I took hold of her panties and pulled them back into place. It was Jessie's turn to look startled.

"Aren't you going to spank me?"

"Yes, I probably am, Jessie, but I need you to tell me a few things first."

"Like what?"

"Wellllll, first of all, young lady, I absolutely want to know who gave you that cigarette."

Jessie hung her head down and stared at my knees.

"Do I really have to tell you?"

"Well, Jessie do you think it's fair that you are about to be spanked for this, but the child who gave you the cigarette is probably not going to be punished?"

Jessie shook her head side to side. I could see that she was crying and was very upset. Something strange was going on here. It was more than just a child's reluctance to tell on another child. I turned Jessie around and lifted her up onto my lap. Putting my left arm around her, I used my right hand to lift her chin so that she was looking into my eyes. Tears were filling her eyes and trickling down her face. Her nose was running a bit, so I reached over to my desk, grabbed a tissue, and wiped it. She snuffled a bit and tucked her hands between her legs. Then she leaned against my chest and whispered.

"I jus' donwanna get her in trouble."

Okay, the culpret was a her. That narrowed it down to about 400 kids in the school, but I was getting someplace at least. I hugged her close.

"Jessie it's important that you tell me who is giving you the cigarettes. Her parents need to know, so they can stop her from smoking, too. I would want to know if it was my child."

"But if I tell, she won't like me anymore."

"Welllll, she might be mad at you for a while, but she'll get over it. Who was it Jessie? Jessie, look at me and tell me who gave you the cigarette."

Jessie looked to be thinking very hard. I needed to up the ante just a bit.

"Okay, young lady. Here's what's going to happen. You are going to go back to your room and think about this for a while. You may not come out of your room until you have told me who gave you the cigarette."

"Aren't I getting spanked?"

"Not right now, you're not. After you have told me who gave you the cigarette, I will finish your punishment, by spanking you. But your punishment will not be finished until you tell me. So if I have to make you stay in your room until you mom comes home, I will. Then she can deal with you."

"Noooooooo, pleeeeeeease. Can't you just give me the spanking? Don't make me stay in my room. Pleeeeeeeease?"

"No, Jessie. Go to your room and stay there until you are ready to tell me who gave you the cigarette. GO!"

Jessie squirmed down off my lap and walked to the door. Looking back at me, she had the most mournful look on her face. She barely whispered her next plea.

"Pleeeeeeease. I'm sorreeeeee. I'd rather just be spanked. Pleeeeeeease?"

"Go to your room Jessica Lynn."

Crying hard in frustration, Jessie turned an ran up the stairs to her room. I heard the door close and then heard what had to be a small body throwing itself on a bed to cry. Why was I doing this? I had a sneaking suspicion that Jessie had some very important information for me. I looked at the clock. In twenty-four hours, Sara would be home. Maybe she could just deal with this. But no, we had an agreement.

About five minutes passed. Then ten. Jessica was one stubborn little girl. Fifteen minutes. Then a knock on my door. I waited a moment, then responded.

"Come in, Jessie."

The door opened and Meghan came in.

"Oh, I'm sorry Megs. I was expecting Jessie."

"I know. She's upstairs crying really hard, and . . . . wellll . . . . and . . . "

It was then that I realized how uncomfortable Meghan looked. Inwardly, I groaned.

"I know she's crying, Meghan. There's something she needs to tell me, and she's not to come out of her room until she's ready to tell me."

"Yeah, I kinda know that, too, Daddy. It's just . . . . . uhhh . . . . It's just that . . . wellllllllll . . . . ."

"It's just what Meghan?"

"Welllll . . . . Igaveherthecigarette,butIgotthemfromRachelatschool! An'it'snotfairthatJessie'stakinalltheblame!"

It took my ears a bit to sort those sentences out, but I knew before I heard it. I rolled my eyes and looked at my daughter in real dismay.

"You got 'them' from Rachel? Where are the others, Meghan?"

"In my pants drawer. I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't let Jessie take all the blame, but I didn't smoke any of them."

"So you think by not smoking them, it's okay because you just gave one to Jessie and she smoked it. Right?"

"I guess not."

"Well, young lady, I think I need to speak with both of you. Please go get Jessie and then come back down here."

"Okay."

On her way out, Meghan turned and looked like she wanted to say something.

"What is it Meghan?"

"Uhhhhhhm, are we gettin' spanked when we come back down?"

I didn't answer. I just looked at her. She looked at me for a second, then just nodded once.

"Yeah, I guess we are. Be right back."

Well, I have to admit, I smiled a bit at that, but not until she was gone. I heard her run up the stairs. Then I heard Jessie's door open. Then I heard some quiet talking. I figured they might take a few minutes to talk things out, so I opened the phone book and looked up Rachel's parents' number. I was still on the phone with Mrs. Sorenson, when there was a knock on my door. Cupping my hand over the receiver, I told the girls to come in. I noted that Jessie was now wearing a pair of shorts. I motioned for them to sit on the couch and I continued listening to Mrs. Sorenson questioning Rachel whilst keeping me on the phone. After several moments, she came back. Her voice was not exactly pleasant.

"Rachel has told me that it was your Meghan who bought the cigarettes, Dr. Brett."

"I see. If that is the case, I will certainly find that out. However, I did want you to know of the situation, so you might speak with Rachel about the dangers of smoking."

This comment seemed to offend Mrs. Sorenson even more.

"Is that what you think, Dr. Brett? Well, sir I do not need to be told how to raise my child by someone who obviously believes he knows better than any one else!"

"And I would never presume to do so, Madam. I merely called to inform of a situation. Thank you for your time. Good-bye now."

"Well, sir, I . . ."

I hung up before she was able to finish the sentence or exclamation or whatever is was going to be. I had more important issues to deal with than her child. I might add that several years later, when I believe Meghan, Jessica, and Rachel were about sixteen, the Sorensons were equally offended when the lovely and personable Rachel quit school and was eventually arrested for dealing drugs outside one of the local elementary schools. As my daddy always said, just before my sister or I got our bottoms warmed, "A spank in time stops the crime." No great philosopher, he, but his children and his grandchildren turned out pretty well. In any event, I looked across my desk at two very subdued little girls and decided that I would deal with my responsibilities and let other parents deal with theirs. I sighed and pushed my chair away from the desk.

"Soooooo, how do you two like the taste of tobacco?"

"It's pretty yucky."

"Yeah, it's really nasty."

I looked at Meghan.

"Thought you said you hadn't smoked any of the cigarettes Meghan."

Her hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes flew open wide. Trapped!

"Well then. Jessie, you seem to be in trouble just for smoking. But you, Meghan, have managed to add a lie to your list of iniquities. Anything to say for yourselves before I begin spanking your backsides?"

"No, Daddy."

"No, Daddy."

"Okay, then let's get on with it. Jessie I will be giving you 100 spanks on your bare bottom for the smoking. Meghan, you will also receive 100 spanks on your bare bottom for the smoking . . . . and you will also receive and additional 50 spanks for lying to me. Do both of you young ladies understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Fine. Then will you both please take your shorts off and leave them on the couch. You won't be needing them for a while."

The two girls stood and slowly and undid belts, unsnapped snaps, and unzipped zippers. Their shorts were slowly folded and placed on the couch. Each now stood there with hands placed palms out on their panty-clad bottoms, watching as I placed the spanking chair in position. I sat and looked to the girls.

"Alright. Who's to be first to receive her spanking?"

Neither one moved forward. They did, however, look at each other and indicate with head nods that the other was perfectly welcome to take the first turn over my knee. After several nods from each of them, I realized that this was not getting us anywhere. I thought of a number.

"Meghan! Pick a number between one and ten."

"Huh?"

"Pick a number between one and ten."

"Why?"

"Closest one to the number in my head wins."

"Ohhhhhhh. Four."

"Jessica?"

"Uhhhhhhhm. Eight."

"The number was three. Meghan wins. She'll go first."

"WHAAAAAT? But you said I won."

"That's right. You won the first spanking. Now come over here."

"That's not fair! I won. Jessie should have to go first!"

"Would you like to receive 50 extra for arguing?

"No, sir."

"Then march your little bottom over here for your spanking!"

Quite reluctantly, Meghan walked over and stood next me. Her hands were still behind her, desperately covering the seat of her pink cotton panties. I told her to move her hands, which she slowly did. Quickly, I pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs and then guided her over my lap. As she was laid over, she whimpered, gave me a pleading look, and began to cry. Jessie, who I guess had never witnessed a spanking before, was wide-eyed with her hands folded in front of her face.

Well, I wasted no time in spanking Meghan. I had 250 spanks to give to two young ladies and I wanted to get it over with. Meghan lasted maybe 25 spanks before her little feet were pointed at the toes and she began kicking them up and down in rhythm to the spanks on her bottom. The wiggling and squirming began at about the 35th spank on her increasingly red bottom. And by the 50th spank the familiar "ummmmmowwwwwwaaaah" began and she dissolved into many tears, sobs, and hiccups. I spanked her slowly and probably just a little harder than usual, so by the time I had reached the normal ending of a spanking at 100 spanks, she was pleading desperately for her spanking to be over. I did stop for a moment and rested my hand on her back. She started to push herself up, but I held her over my lap. I wanted her to understand what lying had earned her.

"Meghan your spanking would be over now if you had not fibbed to me. But that fib earned you an additional 50 spanks. I told you that before I turned you over my knee."

"Noooooo, Daddeeeeeee, pleeeeeeeease! OWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAH"

Meghan's bottom was pretty red by that time, so I must admit that I eased up on how hard I was spanking her. But I had told her what she was going to receive and I had to follow through. Each spank caused her quite red bottom to jiggle and clench. She had crossed her ankles and was kicking both legs a little with each spank. From her reaction to this extended spanking, it was quite evident that my daughter was give serious thought to the merits of ever fibbing to me again. Finally, sobbing and hiccupping, Meghan just hung her head down and cried as I gave her the last ten spanks on what had to be a very sore bottom. Even before she was completely standing, her hands flew to her bottom and she began to rub to ease the stinging. I instructed her to go stand in front of the couch and I called Jessie over. Snuffling and hiccupping, Meghan walked over to the couch and Jessie approached me to receive her punishment.

She was already crying a bit as she stood next to me, and as I pulled down her panties, she began to cry a bit harder. Not wanting to prolong this any longer, I quickly laid her over my lap and began to spank her. Jessie lay there, quietly crying, through perhaps the first fifteen spanks. Her bottom was hardly pink when she began to cry quite hard. As I continued to spank her, she seemed quite determined to not kick or wiggle or squirm or yell out. She simply hung her head down and cried. Each spank caused one bottom cheek or the other to jiggle. And every once in a while she would clench her bottom. I did not spank her hard, but I spanked her firmly. It was not until sometime around the 75th spank, that Jessie finally spread her legs and began to kick and wail with increasing volume. The spanking was obviously having its desired effect, and Jessie was finally letting me know that her bottom was hurting. Unlike, Meghan who spanking cry was usually one long wail, Jessie's was just a repeated "OWWWOWWWOWWW" as my palm smacked her very red bottom. Finally, I finished spanking her and I stood her up. Like Meghan, she rubbed her bottom and snuffled quite a bit.

I gave each girl a hug and a kiss on the nose. Then I sent them to their rooms to calm down. Several minutes later, I heard the two of them talking quietly. Then there was some giggling, so I knew they were pretty much over their punishments. That was not the last spanking I ever gave Jessie, and it certainly wasn't the last time I ever spanked one of my girls, but then again, I'm a daddy and that's one of the tasks a daddy has.

Sara returned the next day, and I was to face some very interesting facts and changes in my life.

End Part III

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