Once again, we visit the Sandbergs in Kelley's freshman year at St. Mary's. Kelley's grades in Algebra have improved due to the extra help sessions that Damien has set up for her with Sister Rachel. And Kelley goes to each and every one of them, because she knows that if she doesn't, Sister Rachel will call Damien, and Kelley knows what that would mean...

It was a pleasant March morning. One of the first days of spring and the warm weather held the promise of summer vacation. It was certainly not a morning for Algebra class, but there was nothing to be done about that.

Kelley and Cindy were carrying on a conversation in whispers throughout Sister Rachel's class. Cindy had introduced Kelley to her friend Mark at the mall, who went to the boys school down the road. They were arranging a time and place where Cindy and her boyfriend, along with Mark and Kelley could meet when suddenly...

Miss Sandberg? Miss Allen? Is there something you ladies would like to share with the class?

"Um, no ma'am." Kelley replied as respectfully as she could.

"It seems to me, Miss Sandberg, with the difficulties you have with this subject, that you should really be paying attention to what I'm saying, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"And you Miss Allen, is your grasp of Algebra so complete that you don't need to pay attention?"

"No, ma'am," Cindy replied, "We're sorry."

"Well, I think this situation requires a couple notes to be sent home. The two of you are to see me after class."

Kelley inwardly groaned. She couldn't give Damien *another* note from Sister Rachel. She looked over at Cindy. Cindy seemed to be undisturbed by all of this.

The two of them sat in silence through the rest of the class, and after class, approached Sister Rachel's desk.

Sister Rachel was already furiously scribbling Kelley's assurance of a spanking when they got there. She wrote in silence, and then started Cindy's note. The air was filled with tension. Again, Cindy didn't seem to be moved by any of the events.

"Well, Miss Sandberg, I am certain that your guardian will take care of this matter in an appropriate manner. And if I have any reason to doubt the authenticity of the signature, young lady, I *will* call and verify it. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Kelley wondered if Sister Rachel knew how Damien punished her. Probably. Damien was fairly open about how he handled discipline in his home, and Kelley's face turned red at the thought of Sister Rachel's knowledge of her spankings.

"And the same goes for you, Miss Allen."

"Yes, ma'am," Cindy replied.

"You are dismissed."

Cindy and Kelley left the room. Kelley was fighting back tears.

"Kelley? What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Kelley it is nothing! So you have to bring a note home that says you were talking in class. My mom would laugh and sign it! What's the worse that could happen? If you get grounded for this weekend, we'll just go out next weekend, no big deal."

"I suppose...."

"Do you get grounded? I don't remember your being actually grounded when you cheated on the test...you just didn't feel like going out. You looked miserable the next day, too. What happened?"

"Cindy, I really don't want to talk about it."

"No, what? Tell me. I'm your friend, and I'm concerned. What could possibly be so bad? What do your guardians do to you?"

"Nothing Cindy,"

"then why are you so upset? Kelley, be honest. I'm telling you as a friend that people notice when you've recently been punished for something. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You sit down very gingerly and shift around a lot. You look really uncomfortable, sometimes your eyes start to water. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are spanked at home, and spanked pretty hard at that."

"Cindy!"

"It's true isn't it? You can tell me."

"I really don't want to talk about this."

"Fine. Your eyes say everything. And it's okay. Though I don't understand how someone your age could be still getting spanked at home. I have to get to class, but if you ever want to talk about it..."

And with that Cindy left.

Now Kelley was twice as humiliated. She couldn't believe it! How

many people knew? Or figured it out for themselves?

Kelley was extremely self-conscious for the rest of the day. She tried to pay attention in the rest of her classes, but she kept feeling as though all eyes were on her. She was grateful when the final bell rang, ending class for the day.

Kelley entered the house quietly. She knew that she was the only one home. She put the note in her blouse pocket and swore that she would give it to Damien right after dinner. She knew that she had no choice in this matter.

Jen, Sarah and Michael came home and Kelley tried to get some history reading done. Unable to concentrate, she finally put the book down and started dinner at four. Ellen came home and when she asked Kelley what was wrong, Kelley just answered that she was tired. Damien came home at 5:30 and Kelley was pretty quiet all through dinner. No one really seeemed to notice, as Jen was monopolizing the conversation with her usual exuberance.

After dinner, Damien went into his study complaining of some work he needed to catch up on. Kelley waited about five minutes or so and then knocked on his study door.

Kelley knocked hesitantly on Damien's door.

"come in..."

Kelley entered and Damien looked up.

"Yes, Kelley?"

"Um...Damien? Could I...um...talk to you for a second?"

"Sure. What's up?"

Kelley walked slowly over to Damien's desk. He looked concerned.

"Kelley? Is there something wrong?"

Kelley couldn't speak. She just took a deep breath and removed the note from her blouse pocket.

Damien looked at the folded piece of paper in Kelley's hand. "Something tells me that I'm not going to like this. Am I right, Kelley?"

Kelley looked down to the floor. "Yes sir."

As Damien took the note from Kelley, he said, "This had better not be another note from Sister Rachel, young lady."

Tears rolled down Kelley's cheeks.

Damien read the note and sighed. "Upstairs with you, young lady. As much as I would like to deal with this immediately, I have a lot of work to do this evening, and this is going to have to wait until bedtime. One note from Sister Rachel is bad enough Kelley, but two?"

"I-I'm so-sorry, Damien."

"Mmmm. We'll see about that tonight. Now, upstairs."

Kelley fully expected a spanking, but something in her was bothering her. Cindy's words, "Though I find it hard to believe that someone your age is still getting spanked..." Her legs froze where they were and Damien looked at her as though she were directly challenging his authority. The look scared her, butit was just in Kelley's nature to push further than she should, so...

"Damien? Don't you think that maybe I'm too old to be spanked anymore? I mean I'm fifteen years old and..."

The look Damien gave her made her close her mouth as quickly as she opened it. What had she gotten herself into?

"Yes, Kelley, I would have to agree that you *are* too old to be spanked, as it is a childish punishment. However, I would think that you are also too old to be whispering to your friends throughout an important class, and that you are too old to be avoiding extra help in a subject in which you need it...and that you are too old to be constantly misbehaving in the ways in which you do. So,therefore, you keep proving me wrong, and I believe in punishing childish behavior with childish punishments. Hence, I choose to spank you."

Kelley turned red. She couldn't argue with that! She was immediately sorry that she provoked Damien, as she would most likely pay for that later this evening.

"I'm sorry Damien."

"For what? Being disrespectful to Sister Rachel or for arguing with me about your punishment. I intend to spank you for both, you know."

More tears sprung to Kelley's eyes, and she decided it would be prudent to go upstairs like Damien had told her to do in the first place. So she backed out of his study and started to head upstairs.

[end of part 2]

Kelley trudged up the stairs reluctantly. She thought of what Cindy had said...she thought of what Damien had responded with...and did any of it change the fact that she was going to be spanked this evening? No. Now she was going to get *two* spankings! Well if the girls at school knew when she had been spanked the night before, they would once again be treated to the sight of Kelley being barely able to sit tomorrow.

She waited upstairs and pouted. She hated this. Half of her really did want to rebel, want to fight...but for what? She couldn't deny the fact that it was wrong of her to be talking in class with Cindy. She also couldn't deny that it was a pretty childish and foolish thing to do, especially since she had problems with Algebra. So with what grounds did she justify her position that she shouldn't be spanked?

And she knew from hard experience that disobedience to Damien, especially when she was already being punished, was truly a bad idea. She never wanted to see that cane again after her first punishment with it a few months ago, and she feared the day that he might decide it necessary again. So she tried to comfort herself by clutching her favorite teddy bear near to her and watched the clock for when Damien would be coming up the stairs.

And that hour came soon enough. She heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and drew her breath in. She quickly pulled her panties down and was scrambling to bring the chair to the middle of the room when Damien opened the door.

Noticing that she wasn't prepared for her spanking, Damien set the ping- pong paddle down and crossed his arms. He glared at Kelley and she meekly

set the chair in the middle of the room and sat on the bed. "I-I-I'm sorry sir..." she said very softly.

Damien sighed. "Well, it all ties in very well with the lesson you're being taught this evening, young lady, and that is respect. You have not only been disrespectful to your teacher by talking in class today, but you have been disrespectful to me as well, earlier this evening, and just now by not being prepared for your spanking."

"but it was just that..."

"Kelley, I am tired of listening to arguments and excuses from you. You are not on trial here, but on probation. Your sentence has already been pronounced and any further disobedience from you will result in further punishment. Now, if I were you, young lady, before that mouth of mine got me in any further trouble, I would decide to limit any further comments to 'yes, sir,' 'no, sir,' and 'i'm sorry, sir."

Kelley's eyes widened. "Yes, sir."

"Now, seeing as this chair wasn't ready for me when it should have been, we aren't going to use it. Instead you are to bend over the side of your bed for a strapping."

Kelley's eyes filled with tears. "oh,please, sir, not the strap...I promise..." but the look in Damien's eyes told her to stop talking before thingsgot worse. She stood up and raised her skirt very slowly and knelt by the side of her low bed. She rested her chest on the mattress.

"For the rest of this punishment, and any punishments in the future, young lady, you will respond much more quickly and without response. You are going to receive two stappings tonight: one for not being prepared and the other for your antics in class today. I will see you in your room tomorrow morning young lady, and you can show me what you learned tonight by being ready for your hairbrushing, for arguing with me downstairs, at six am sharp. Any further disobedience from you at this point or tomorrow morning will result in a repeat of the entire process tomorrow evening and the following morning. Am I understood?"

"y-y-yes, s-sir."

"good." And with that Damien removed his belt and gave Kelley the first whack with it.

"oooowwwwww...."

The strapping went on with Kelley doing her very best to take it as well as she could. She couldn't control her screams and pleading, but she really did make an effort not to argue and was at least successful at that. Damien really gave her a thorough and angry strapping all over her bottom and thighs. Kelley cried through the whole ordeal and then he stopped.

"Now into the corner with you, hold that skirt up."

And Kelley went quickly and obediently to the corner.

She waited there and dreaded the next strapping to come. Every part of her wanted to rub away some of that sting, but she knew that Damien was watching her, and things would be much worse if she even dared to do so.

After about ten minutes, Damien called her over to the bed again for her second stapping.

Again, Kelley took it the best she possibly could. She twisted and squirmed a lot, but Damien expected that. Her bottom was on fire and she longed for some relief. She cried and tried so hard to behave, as the stapping wore on for another fifteen minutes. Finally Damien set down the strap.

Kelley just lost herself in her sobs and she felt Damien's hand stroke her hair softly. He was sitting next to her supine body, or the half of her body that was on her bed. He gathered her up in his arms and guided her head into his chest. She just cried and cried as he soothed her.

"See? I know you have it in you to be a good, respectful girl, it just requires some effort on your part. You are so impulsive...if something looks like more fun than what you actually have to do, you do it. As soon as something pops into your head, you say it. You have to start considering your words and actions more carefully...you could have avoided a stapping all together if only you admitted to yourself that you deserved to be punished and accepted it like a young woman instead of fighting it like a spiteful little girl...

Through her sobs, Kelley stammered out an apology..."I'm so-sorry, adrian...really, i am...i promise not to argue anymore...and i won't ever talk to my friends in the middle of class....i promise..."

She broke off in fresh sobs again, for she truly was ashamed of herself.

"Shhhh....i know. I know you're sorry." Damien gently guided her face- down on her bed and rubbed her flaming bottom.

Kelley winced a little, but the gentle and loving rubbing relaxed her and she closed her eyes. Damien was truly impressed with how well she took the strapping. He had fully expected her to keep arguing and protesting, and was prepared to repeat the whole scene tomorrow evening. Of course there was still tomorrow morning...but Damien thought it important to give some sign of approval for her good behavior during the punishment, so he continued to gently rub her until she was starting to fall asleep...

"hey, sweetie...go get your nightgown on before you fall asleep on me.." Damien whispered.

Reluctantly, Kelley got up and walked over to her dresser. With her back to Damien, she changed into her nightgown. She crawled back on her bed and Damien pulled the covers over her supine body. She would probably be sleeping on her stomach for a couple of nights, anyway.

"Goodnight, Kelley. I expect you to be ready for me tomorrow morning..."

"yes, sir..." Kelley whispered. "goodnight..."

And with that, he kissed her on the cheek and turned out the light as he left the room

[the end]