Subject: Another Kelly & her Guardian
From: adrian7@aol.com (Adrian7)
Date: Mon, 09 Oct 1995 22:56:58 GMT

Damien Visits

Here is another episode of Kelley and her guardian. This story comes back to the present, or rather the recent past. Kelley and her dorm roommate Jeannine had stayed with the Sandbergs over Thanksgiving holiday. Jeannine's parents traveled a lot and didn't really give Jeannine much attention.


A few weeks before Thanksgiving, Kelley had received several bad grades, and Damien, her guardian, had found out about it. He came to Kelley's dorm room on a football Saturday when Jeannine was gone to the game. There he gave Kelley a long spanking, one she was well overdue for, as she had blown off most of the semester partying instead of studying. Damien had realized that she didn't have the self-discipline yet being away from the Sandberg household to keep up her studies, and after delivering his message to her upturned bare bottom that Saturday he promised her a spanking each night she was home for Thanksgiving. And the same the entire month of Christmas break if she didn't get her grades back up by then.

Jeannine had returned from the game and heard, from outside the door, the ending of Kelley's spanking. This had deeply affected her, as had going into the room afterward thinking it was over and seeing Kelley's crimson bottom as her roommate was standing in the corner, her pants still down. This was the first time she had met Kelley's guardian, who was only slightly discomfited by her entry.

Much more embarassed and upset was Kelley at having her roommate see her like this.

Jeannine had asked Kelley a million questions about still being spanked that evening. It was something Jeannine could not get out of her mind, and her own college performance deteriorated rapidly. Finally, it came out that Jeannine was deeply jealous of Kelley and her relationship with her guardian, because of how much he and his family cared for her, and watched out for her, something she longed for but did not have. And so, Jeannine was invited to the Sandberg house for Thanksgiving, and along with Kelley, did receive spankings from Damien in his study for her poor grades.

We rejoin Kelley and Jeannine back at college the week after Thanksgiving... again, what follows was written by Kelley, and I am posting it for her.


Well, Kelley and Jeannine had been studious all Thanksgiving weekend at the Sandberg home. Jeannine received her first taste of spanking and although she loved the Sandbergs and was elated to be considered part of the family, she wasn't eager to be spanked again any time soon.

The two of them had even studied Sunday night as well, once they were back from the long train trip back to the dorm. The week had been a productive one. Jeannine and Kelley had promised Damien that they would look out for each other and if either of them noticed the other one not working to her full potential, they would call to inform him of it.

So Thursday night had rolled around, and although Kelley had stopped celebrating on Thursday nights for a few weeks now, this Thursday was different because it was Michelle's birthday. Michelle was one of Kelley's old friends from her days of partying earlier in the semester. A birthday party was being planned for her that night and Kelley was invited and really wanted to go. Chemistry, however, was an eight a.m. class, however, and by Thursday afternoon, Kelley had not done the reading for it.

Since Kelley and Jeannine were honest with each other, and they kept each other informed about what they needed to do homework-wise and stuff, Jeannine knew that Kelley hadn't touched her Chemistry reading. She always saved it for Thursday night, which was fine, because it got done, but she knew that if Kelley went to this party, it wouldn't get done.

"Oh, come on Jeannine...just come to the party with me...they won't care and they'll be happy to meet you...you're a great person and all."

"Kelley, I have too much work to do to be partying and you do too."

"Jeannine, we've been studying all weekend and all week! We need a little fun!"

"We needed to study, we were behind in our work!"

"Well now we're caught up."

"Did you read your chemisty chapter?"

"I can do that this weekend."

"Class is tomorrow."

"So? I'll take notes tomorrow morning and translate them later in the afternoon."

"You tend to get more out of class if you can actually understand what the professor is talking about."

"Jeanniiiiine...you're starting to sound like Damien."

"And you'll have to deal with Damien if the chemistry grade isn't at least a 'B' by the end of the semester."

Kelley scowled. "Don't remind me."

"Besides, you hardly ever talk to Michelle anymore."

"Oh, Jeannine. Just one party. Pleeeeaaasssee. The very last one of the semester, I promise. Come with me to the party."

"I have no interest in going to a party where I don't even like most of the people there. And I can't break our promise to Damien by sending you with my blessing."

"Nooooo....but you can promise me you won't tell Damien I went to a party..."

"Kelley! I can't lie for you!"

"Who's asking you to lie? Just don't report me to him."

"What if he calls?"

"He won't. Damien usually calls on the weekend. He only calls on the weekday if something comes up."

"I don't like this. You're just going to go downhill from here."

"Jeannine! It's one chemisty assignment! Not the final exam!"

"Fine. Go. I won't tell Damien."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Thanks! I owe you!" Kelley gave Jeannine a quick hug and then started getting ready for the party. Jeannine continued studying her French. Kelley left ten minutes later.

An hour later, Jeannine was still conjugating verbs when the phone rang. Jeannine sucked in her breath and hoped it wasn't Damien. She didn't think she could lie to him if it was. But as the old adage goes "Speak of the devil and...

"Hello?" Jeannine said timidly.

"Hi Jeannine. It's Damien. How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Doing well, thank you. How are your studies coming?"

"Great. I'm studying French right now."

"Glad to hear it. What's Kelley doing right now?"

"Ummmm...right now? Studying."

"Studying what?"

"I don't know. She isn't here."

"Isn't there?"

"Well I think she's in a study lounge or library or something. Studying sociology...."

"Sociology? She isn't taking a....wait a minute. Jeannine, where is Kelley? I want an honest answer right now, young lady."

"She went to a party."

"And is she all caught up with her studies?"

"Ummm...so far...like up to the minute..."

"Jeannine! I'm not going to listen to these vague answers that masking something underneath. What do you mean by up to the minute?"

"She's not behind in anything, sir, she just hasn't done what she needs to do for tomorrow morning...she hasn't read her chemisty assignment."

"Then she shouldn't be partying. Jeannine, we made an agreement. I know it is hard to get someone you care about in trouble, but it is your responsibility to notify me if Kelley isn't doing what she is supposed to and it is Kelley's responsibility to do the same for you. We talked about this. Although you were being ambiguous in some strange attempt to avoid outright lying, you were still being dishonest with me. Therefore, it seems as though I'm going to have to punish you both.

"Oh, please Mr. Sandberg! I didn't want to lie...Kelley just made me promise not to tell you," Jeannine pleaded, now forgetting all loyalty to Kelley as soon as the possibility of a spanking exists.

"I'm sorry, Jeannine, but I feel strongly about this. Both of you are breaking a promise to me and something is going to be done about it. Right now I'm too disappointed and angry to decide exactly how, where, and when you will be spanked, but I assure you that you both will be very sorry. I'm also stunned that Kelley received six spankings in five days and she pulls this five days later."

"But Mr. Sandberg...we have worked very hard all week, and Kelley was just looking for a little fun...don't be so hard on her."

"Young lady, I am the disciplinarian around here and I will decide what her punishment is to be. And furthermore, I'd start worrying about my own bottom if I were you. Have Kelley call me as soon as she gets in...and I mean the very second she walks through the door. I want to see what time she gets in when she has an eight o'clock class the next morning. Good night Jeannine."

And with that, Damien hung up the phone.

Tears starting running down Jeannine's face. Why did Kelley have to screw up so soon? Now she got both of them in trouble. Jeannine left a note for Kelley and put it where she'd be sure to see it as soon as she got in. Then she changed into her nightgown and crawled into bed.

[end of part 2]

Jeannine finally fell into a fitful sleep. Groggily she heard Kelley come in, and rolled back over, away from the door, so Kelley wouldn't disturb her, with the light in the bathroom and all. But suddenly...

"Jeannine! What *is* this? Damien called? I have to call him back? Wake up, Jeannine!" and she shook her roommate lightly, to get her cogent enough to tell her what was going on.

"Jeannine, what happened. Is everything OK at home?!" Jeannine finally got her eyes open and awareness of the situation finally hit her. Kelley was home, and she had to call Damien. But Kelley was looking at her with fear in her eyes.

"Kelley, it is OK. No one is hurt, nothing like that." Kelley breathed a sigh of relief; this message to call home immediately had really scared her. "Damien called, and, well...."

"Jeannine, you didn't. You didn't tell him I was out at a party."

"Kelley, look, I tried to cover for you. But I said you were studying for a Soc exam, and he knew you weren't taking Soc this semester... oh look Kelley, it is your fault, and now we are both in trouble."

"What do you mean both? What did you do?"

"I'm in trouble because I tried to cover for you, and he considers that a breach of trust, I lied to him basically. And Kelley, you know, he is right. I should never have been put in that situation, having to cover for you. Because you should never have gone to that party, and now my ass is grass just like yours. Though I'd bet you are in more trouble than I am. You'd better call right away.

"But, it is 230 in the morning! I'd wake everyone up!"

"Better now than at 3, or 5 or tomorrow morning! 'cause he said he'd know when you got in by when you called. So call, already!"

Taking a deep breath, Kelley called the number she knew by heart. It rang and rang. She hated this, she knew she was waking everyone up. Finally, Damien's voice came over the phone.

"Kelley. This has to be you. Tell me what time it is."

"Damien, I didn't want to call and wake you. But Jeannine told me you insisted."

"I wanted to know when you got it. Now I know. It is 230 in the morning. On a Thursday night. Or Friday morning, I should say. And I have been sitting downstairs in the living room by the phone for the last 4 hours, waiting for this call. Don't you have a class tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, sir. I know, I do have a class. And as Jeannine has already told you, I'm sure, I went to a party tonight, my first after a whole week of studying..."

"Don't take that tone of voice with me, Kelley. Are you ready for tomorrow's Chemistry class or not?"

"Well, I'm not, but I can ..."

Damien cut her off. "Kelley, that was our rule. You did not party or slack off on your studies unless you were completely caught up, and you weren't. I can't believe it is only 4 days since your last spanking for neglecting your studies. You may have studied all week, but you hadn't studied all semester til early November, so you have a lot of catching up to do, and you sure haven't caught up yet. How *dare* you Kelley!"

Kelley was stung by the tone of his voice. He was really and truly mad at her. She'd better be careful here. But she'd had a few drinks and was in a "who cares" kind of mood...

"Hey, Damien, give me a break! It was just a party, and..."

"Kelley. I won't listen to you talk like this. You and Jeannine made me a promise. I spent most of last weekend trying to teach you a lesson. Obviously it will take more than that to teach you. Young lady, you are in extreme trouble right now. I don't know if you have been drinking, but it sounds like it. I cannot believe you would be so flippant with me in this situation if you hadn't. You are in a lot of trouble, Kelley. A *lot* of trouble. I am too tired to even think about what you deserve right now, but I will see you and Jeannine in your room on Saturday at 1 o'clock. Both of you better be ready. You understand?"

"Damien, no! Don't come up here, please! I'll call you tomorrow morning, OK? And Jeannine and I can apologize, and then..."

"No, Kelley. Saturday, 1 o clock, in your room, both of you. Don't make plans for the evening. Good night."

And before Kelley could say anything, she heard the <click> of the receiver on Damien's end. She hung up.

"Kelley, what happened?" Jeannine looked anxious.

"He's coming here, on Saturday. You know what *that* means..."

"Oh, Kelley, no, really? Oh God, I don't know if I can handle this, after last weekend... Why did you have to go out tonight, you idiot? Look what you've done!"

"Jeannine, I'm really sorry. You were right. Why don't I listen to you? Why don't I learn?"

"Yeah, why don't you. Kelley, this is not fair, I am in trouble because of you, and it better not happen again. For one thing I am never ever covering up for you again, do you understand that?" Jeannine was really mad at Kelley for getting her into trouble when she hadn't done anything wrong...

"Jeannine, I am really sorry. I will make it up to you. I will tell Damien it is all my fault. I will never ask you to cover up again, I promise. Please forgive me."

"Oh God, save it for after he leaves on Saturday. Maybe you can rub my bottom for me afterwards..." and she giggled a little, more of a nervous giggle... and poked Kelley in the ribs...

Kelley swung a pillow after her, and they laughed ruefully a bit, and then both collapsed into their beds, and slept, fitfully.

Saturday came, soon enough. Kelley and her guardian, part 3. I wrote this part. Kelley and I hope you are enjoying it.

* * * * *

Friday was a disaster. Kelley had very little sleep after talking with Damien in the middle of the night, was groggy all through class, and the professor noticed it. She was not paying attention to what he was saying because she was so tired, and so he called on her and asked for her report, which of course she didn't have. It was the first time he had gone out of order in calling on people to present and it put the rest of the class in a panic. For Kelley, though, it was the worst thing that could happen. She had to say she wasn't prepared, and so would deliver her report next week, but at an automatically reduced grade.

She was near tears when she got back to her room, where Jeannine was studying for a French test. Jeannine was sort of sympathetic but not really, after awhile she reminded Kelley that she had thought she could get away with not being ready for the Chemistry class and she had gotten caught, it was her own fault. Kelley had to agree with this, and bemoaned the fact that this lowered grade would probably mean a lot of spankings over Christmas break. Jeannine commiserated with her about that, and told Kelley that she herself was going to study really hard to make sure that didn't happen to her. She also encouraged Kelley by saying if she studied hard now too, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and she could still escape further spankings.

But both of them realized Damien was coming the next day, and this put their afternoon and evening of hitting the books under a pall. Finally, about midnight, they called it a day, and both tried to get some sleep, although neither slept that well.

Saturday morning they headed to the library together, went out for a quick lunch at the campus diner, and got home about 1230, plenty of time to be ready for Damien. They could hardly eat lunch with all the butterflies in their stomachs. About 10 til 1, Kelley told Jeannine they'd better get ready, because they'd really be in trouble if they weren't prepared when Damien walked in. Jeannine didn't know what Kelley was referring to, and watched in horror as Kelley moved a desk chair to the middle of the room, then took down her jeans and panties to her knees, and sat down on her bed.

"Kelley! I can't do that! You mean, you have to be bared already when he gets here?!"

"It's his rule, Jeannine. Ever since I was in high school, this was how I had to be when he came in the door. Sometimes I had to stand in the corner like this, but usually it was just sitting on the bed. I don't know what he expects of you, but the safe thing is to be like this. You've got a skirt on, though. Maybe you should just have your panties down and leave your skirt on."

This seemed like a great compromise to Jeannine, who at least would not be totally bare when Damien came in. So she reluctantly tugged her panties down to her knees and sat down on her own bed, her short plaid skirt riding up on her bare thighs.

Damien was right on time. He knocked, and Kelley and Jeannine realized they hadn't unlocked the door yet. "Jeannine!" Kelley hissed over at her. "You've got to get it, I'm completely bare!" Jeannine looked wildly at Kelley but did what she said, shuffling over in acute embarasment to the door, the panties hobbling her steps. She opened it and let Damien in.

"Hello, Jeannine. Hi there, young lady" he said to Kelley. "I'm glad to see you are both in a repentent state of mind, and are ready for me. Are you both ready to do some penance over my knee?"

Jeannine blushed furiously and Kelley shamefacedly nodded; he had said all this with the door still ajar and Jeannine hastily shut it behind him. They heard some giggles from the girls passing by out in the hall.

"Kelley, I brought something for you. I want you to hold on to this, as I'll be using it later on." And he took a wooden ruler out of his briefcase, and handed it to Kelley. Her eyes went wide as she held the ruler, it was of very hard wood and she knew how it would sting.

"Jeannine, I want you to go stand in that corner over there while I give Kelley her first spanking." At this, Kelley gaped and blurted out "First? Damien, please, let me explain about last night, please!"

"Not another word out of you, Kelley. I am completely ashamed of you at this minute. You are *this close* to having us pull you out of school and brought home with me, today. You had better be on your absolute best behavior during your punishment, and also from now until Christmas vacation. *Do you hear me?*"

Kelley had rarely seen or heard Damien so strict, so uncompromising. She knew he meant what he said. She was in very real trouble right now. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, and I know I deserve this." she said quietly.

"Jeannine, I want you to hold that skirt up high in back while you are in that corner." A muffled groan came from Jeannine, her face pressed into the corner as if to hide, in her embarasment, but she reached back and lifted the skirt high to show her very bare behind.

"Kelley, get over here." She got up and stood to his right as he sat on the chair, ready to assume the dreaded position over his knee.

But he made her wait. "Kelley, you are getting two spankings this afternoon. The first is with this hairbrush" -- Kelley shuddered as he drew it out of the briefcase, she had hoped it would be just with his hand -- "the second, after I deal with Jeannine, will be with that ruler. I want you to hold on to that ruler the entire time I am spanking you with the brush. You are going to feel this punishment for a good 3 or 4 days when you sit down, and you will be sleeping on your stomach for several days at least. Now get over my knee."

Kelley placed herself over his knee. Her head was near the floor, and her bare bottom was high over his right thigh. Her knees were bent and her shoes touched the floor on his right side.

Damien raised the brush high and smacked it solidly into the full right cheek of Kelley's white bottom. It sank in deeply and her bottom wobbled with the impact. Kelley's head sprang up from the floor with the searing pain, and her right foot kicked up. She was crushed, that was soooo hard, this was going to really, really hurt. And with the second, third, fourth spanks hard all over her bottom, she squealed and bucked on his lap, her bottom dancing. How would she take this *and* the ruler later?

The brush rose and fell, rose and fell, first the left then left...left... right... upper left thigh ... left cheek... left.. left... right.... right... right thigh.... thigh... bottom.... bottom... thigh... Kelley was howling by now, a small crowd had gathered outside to listen, fascinated, to the sounds from within the room. Kelley's punishments were legendary by now, although no one had heard Jeannine get it too.

It was 6 minutes of agony for Kelley as she did her penance for last night over Damien's knee. Finally, he allowed his sobbing ward to get up, and replace Jeanning in the corner. Jeanning hobbled over to his side, a look of fear and dread on her face. "Please, sir, I studied all week, I'm sorry for trying to cover up for Kelley."

He made her stand there, her skirt still held high, embarrassing her. He pointedly looked at her bare thighs, abdomen, and pubic area just a foot away from him, causing her to blush with mortification. "Jeannine, you know I believe in absolute honesty, and you also know you are responsible for Kelley just as she is responsible for you. You betrayed that trust on the phone the other night, and you are going to be spanked for that. But only one spanking, unlike Party Animal over there in the corner. Get yourself over my knee, young lady."

Jeannine groaned and went across his lap. Damien pulled her skirt high so that her small round bottom was perfectly positioned for the brush. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, raised the brush high, and smacked her hard right across her bottom divide. The breath hissed from Jeannine at the sharp pain, and Damien continued to give her a rapid fire, machine gun hairbrushing for a full 2 minutes. Jeannine could not help herself, she kicked and bucked and sobbed loudly, screeching at times, frantically twisting to escape the unbearable stinging torment. Damien had to resort to several smacks on the backs of her thighs to warn her to keep still.

When it was over, Damien sympathetically rubbed Jeannine's burning bottom for a little while until she calmed down. She had been nearly hysterical with the intensity of the short but effective spanking. She had learned her lesson; never again would she lie to him or cover up for Kelley. This she promised him as he held her and calmed her down.

He sent her back into the corner to hold her skirt up again and show off her crimson bottom, and she did so, sniffling and crying quietly. "Get back over here, Kelley" and Kelley shuffled back over, tears still streaking her face. She had been doing a lot of thinking in the corner, hearing Jeannine get it, and she felt very very bad that she had let Damien down like this. On top of causing her friend to get spanked.

So when she got to his right side, she did the following thing: she handed him the ruler, and said:

"Damien, before you give me the rest of my spanking, I just want to say, I am really sorry for how I acted and I am really, really sorry, Jeannine, for being the cause of your spanking, and, um, I know I deserve the rulering you are going to give me now, sir, and I feel so bad for disappointing you, and, um, for making you come over here again. I know I've let you down. And... oh god... Damien?"

"What, Kelley? I accept your apology, but you know it won't change at all what I am going to do now."

"I know that Damien, that was what I was going to say, it is just, god, so hard to say.... um.. oh well, what I mean is, I feel so bad about how I've screwed up, I want you to really, really give it to me with that ruler, Damien, I mean, even harder or longer than even you were going to. Please? -- Oh God what am I saying?!"

Jeannine giggled, a bit hysterically given her emotional state, from the corner. Damien had to laugh too. He knew what was needed at this moment....

"Jeannine, get over here. I want the two of you to hug and Jeannine, for you to forgive Kelley just like I have forgiven you." And the two red bottomed roommates nearly threw themselves into each other's arms, and hugged, and cried, and Kelley told Jeannine a thousand times it seemed how sorry she was, and Jeannine told her it was all right, just not to do it again! and they laughed, in between their tears and occasional sobs...

"All right, you two, break it up already. Kelley, get over here."

"Yes, sir" and she reluctantly headed back to him, ready to face the music.. was she crazy to have asked for such a hard punishment now? Her bottom was already on fire...

Damien stood up from the chair, and motioned for Kelley to bend over the back of it. She did so and he pushed her over farther, and told her to hold onto the front of the seat. She was bent over nearly jacknifed, and her bottom pointed at the ceiling, her feet barely touching the floor.

"I want you to count each one of these, Kelley. You are getting 100 with the ruler." Both girls gasped. Kelley looked up in fear at Jeannine, who faced her, sitting on the bed.

Damien measured the first stroke, and whipped the ruler across Kelley's sore bottom. WHAP! "Owwwww!!! One, sir" she said, her face twisted in a grimace which Damien saw echoed in sympathy on Jeannine's face, watching from the bed...

WHACK! "Two! Aaahhhh..." WHAP! "Oh! Th-three..."

Damien relentlessly striped Kelley's bottom with the ruler. Starting high he worked his way down to the fullest part of her bottom, then concentrated on the sensitive undercurves where it met her thighs, then down her thighs, nearly halfway to her knees. By the time the count had reached 30 there was not any area that was not covered by an angry red swatch. Ridges had formed and Kelley's bottom was puffy and swollen. Kelley was crying uncontrollably and was bent limply over the chairback, exhausted from the anguish and effort of crying itself. It was all she could do to maintain the count. By 50 strokes of the ruler, she was nearly incoherent. But she did not move, and continued to obediently accept her punishment.

Damien stopped it there. Any further punishment at this point served no purpose, and he just could not bear to stripe Kelley's angry welted bottom any further. He dropped the ruler to the floor, and picked Kelley up off of the chair. She fell into his arms, and cried her eyes and heart out against his chest. He led her over to her bed and sat down with her.

He looked over at Jeannine, who was crying too, at watching Kelley take her punishment. Damien spoke softly to Kelley, "Poor thing, why do you get yourself into trouble like this? Can't you learn? Can't we go at least a month without your needing to be spanked?"

When she had calmed down, Kelley asked Damien why he had stopped halfway, and he told her that she had been punished enough, he had never used the ruler on her and realized 50 was plenty enough for her to take at once. She started to rub her bottom and winced at just the touch. She knew she would not be sitting on it for many days to come.

After awhile, Damien said he had to go. He hugged Kelley one final time, and she kissed him on the cheek. He went over and hugged Jeannine too, and told them how much the family was looking forward to having them both for the Christmas holidays. "Study hard, you two. And no more nonsense, all right?" he said with a small wry grin. They nodded and their looks told the story; they did not want a repeat of this if they could help it.

As Damien left the room, and closed the door behind him, he noticed the looks he was getting from the girls in the hallway, and the whispering going on behind him. He also noticed they all gave him a wide berth as he headed for the stairway. He wondered how they felt about his visits to Kelley and Jeannine. He hoped this would be the last time he would need to make one.

Back in their room, Kelley and Jeannine compared notes on their spankings. Kelley told Jeannine how brave she had been during her hairbrushing, because Kelley could never stand those rapid fire ones. Jeannine would have none of it, as she had watched Kelley's date with the ruler with awe at how Kelley could stay in position after so many strokes with that awful ruler. Finally, Jeannine offered to rub some cold cream on Kelley's bottom and Kelley couldn't say no. Later on, she returned the favor to Jeannine. The two of them studied standing or kneeling up the rest of the evening.