Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 1

By Steam Train
steam_t2007@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Fairburn Family 1
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train
( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

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This is a heavily edited story in homage to the Fairburn family referenced in multiple chapters of ‘The Gang’ by Kelly Slimspank.

Many years ago now, the author Kelly Slimspank communicated with me from time to time and we discussed plot ideas. The author sent me copies of the chapters written (520 chapters in total) until they ceased coming and the author disappeared.

The longest erotic fantasy work I have ever written was just over thirty chapters, so to write so many chapters of ‘The Gang’ is an amazing achievement. I only wish the author had continued to published what was written, instead of withdrawing the early published chapters leaving almost no trace of the stories on the internet.

The way Kelly Slimspank wrote ‘The Gang’, there were numerous story plots occurring at the same time in each chapter. I have cut and pasted from a number of wide ranging chapters to extract this particular singular story plot and present it as an edited whole.

Intending no disrespect to the author for plagiarising the work of Kelly Slimspank, but in the desire to showcase some of the now almost unobtainable writing in ‘The Gang’, I give you for your enjoyment, my edited story which I have worked into the universe of the Archbishops College Series.

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Fairburn Family 1
An Archbishops College Series Story

The Venerable Archdeacon Isambard Fairburn had been the Vicar of St. George’s Church of the Unified Kingdom Broad Riddle since 2005 and had conjointly held the more senior appointment of Archdeacon of Greater Riddle since 2016 when the previous Archdeacon had retired.

Isambard Paul Fairburn had been born in Londinium on the 10th of May 1980, the son of Adam Isambard Fairburn and Lisa Holmes. He had been educated at St Botolph’s Parish School, Undershaft; Upfield College and then at New College, Londinium and was ordained deacon and priest on the 9th of July 2001 and until 2005 was assistant Vicar at Northbrook in Londinium.

His wife Pamela nee Kimmins, was born on the 13th June 1980 had married Isambard on the 23rd November 2003. Isambard and Pam had three children, Paul born in 2005, Lisa born in 2007 and Adam born in 2008.

Earlier in the year, His Majesty, King William the Fifth of the Unified Kingdom had issued by letters patent, a Royal Charter, formally creating the Royal Society for Traditional Values. This charter granted royal prerogative and patronage and allowed the Royal Society to formally codify and proclaim traditions, customs and behavioural requirements as well as powers to conduct community educational initiatives that must be adopted throughout the Unified Kingdom to enable the return to traditional values.

The role of conducting the local community initiatives in relation to the return to traditional values had fallen primarily on the parish clergy of the Church of the Unified Kingdom. Therefore the Venerable Archdeacon Isambard Fairburn and his parish council were very heavily involved in implementing the return to traditional values within the parish of Broad Riddle and as Archdeacon within the local region covered by the Archdeaconry of Greater Riddle.

At St. George’s Vicarage, Broad Riddle, Pamela Fairburn had been lax to implement a return to traditional values. Partly because all decisions relating to the family fell to her and she had been too busy to do so, coping with their three kids and partly because her lack of action frustrated and annoyed her husband, who by nature of his position, was a very keen supporter of the return to traditional values. Why? Because her own career aspirations had been halted by being the wife of the local Vicar and it was her way of subtilely getting back at her husband. She was the one expected to look after the family; make all the major decisions; run the household and had always been the one left with the responsibility for the discipline of Paul, Lisa and Adam. It rankled her!

Pam could smell the dinner she was cooking in the kitchen and she knew she’d have to tend to it soon, but if she could just finish this chapter of the book she was reading first...

The phone rang.

She looked at it and sighed. She listened but could not hear her husband attempting to answer the ringing phone. She put her book down and picked up the phone.

“Hello, St. George’s Vicarage?”

The phone went dead.

Pam stared at the phone then she stabbed the button for a return the call. The phone went straight to voicemail. She hung up.

Pam looked at the book she had been reading and sighed, she felt like she was nothing more than her husbands glorified unpaid secretary. The phone call had brought her frustrations to the fore again, as she felt a lot of her old grievances rise.

She took a deep breath and sat back in her chair. Don’t blame the kids, she thought, it’s not their fault; it’s the system; a system that favoured the husband, his religious work was always considered to come first. Her husband the Venerable Archdeacon Isambard Fairburn was far too busy with his pastoral duties to concern himself with family trivialities.

A letter pinned to the cork board caught her attention again and she reached for it; reading it again for what seemed like the hundredth time since it had arrived at the end of last term, from the local St. George’s Church of the Unified Kingdom, school at Broad Riddle.

‘Paul Fairburn: Has great potential but his grades are slipping, he’s always tired, shows a lack of application, has an immature attitude and is constantly mucking about, His outlook is not positive and he needs to change his attitude and apply himself.’

Pam ground her teeth. Hadn’t they done their best? Her husband was useless when it came to family dramas but she had tried, really tried to steer Paul on the right path! Had she failed? The prestigious Archbishops College was located near bye, but her husband, despite some financial subsidy from the church had been adamant that they could not afford to send their two sons to Archbishops and their daughter to the very local St Dunstan’s College for Girls. So her three children attended the local St. George’s Church of the Unified Kingdom School, where tuition was free to the children of the clergy.

Pam didn’t blame the school, she blamed the XBox, the TV in his bedroom, his innate laziness and lack of any clear ambition. When she’d been fifteen she had known exactly what she wanted to do when she grew up and she had worked very hard to achieve her goals before she met her husband and marriage changed all of that! Had she known she’d be consigned to domestic and secretarial duties, she might not have bothered, but she still dreamed of what she might have achieved if she had not married Isambard Fairburn.

She screwed the letter up, threw it over her shoulder and into the large waste-paper basket without looking. She stood with determination and headed out to the kitchen, her mind finally made up about adopting the return to traditional values that was sweeping the kingdom, in the Fairburn Family.

The smell of dinner was stronger here and she knew it was close to being ready. She forced herself to smile at her thirteen year old daughter Lisa, working away at the kitchen table.

“You need to finish up, darling, dinner in ten minutes” she said.

Lisa nodded her head, and her shoulder length blonde hair tumbled about. Her beautiful face, classically featured, turned to her mother with a frown “I’m still trying to sort out these quadratic equations.” At thirteen years of age she already took after her mother: hard working, conscientious, self disciplined, ambitious.

“When does it need to be done by?” asked Pam, opening the oven door and pulling out the joint of roast lamb.

“Tomorrow” said Lisa “Last period.”

“Well, finish for now and lay the table for me. I’ll see if I can help later” said Pam “Can you give your dad a shout? The meat’ll need carving in a minute.”

Lisa got up, quickly tidied away her books and pencils, and headed out towards the lounge.

Pam turned the gas off under the vegetables and then took the roast potatoes out of the oven. She heard a call through the open kitchen window “Jonathon! Dinner’s ready!” it was followed by a higher pitched “Coming! I want loads!” She felt sorry for Mavis Carter; didn’t know how she managed, bringing up two boys all on her own with her husband away at sea for such long periods of time.

As she lifted the lamb out of the roasting pan onto a rack to rest, she cast her mind back to what her neighbour Mavis Carter had told her, earlier this afternoon, about the kingdom’s return to traditional values. She hadn’t paid very much attention to it then, wanting to get back inside to prepare the lamb dinner, but Mavis had gone on and on. It had sounded far fetched, like some bizarre gothic tale or demented soap opera: corporal punishment; naked humiliation, girls sometimes taking charge of boys.

She took the meat pan, put it on the hob, started to add flour and gravy browning. She stirred carefully, trying to ensure there would be no lumps. Thinking about their conversation, Pam had decided that there was something in this return to traditional values; despite her initial scepticism.

She turned when she heard footsteps and smiled at her husband “Can you carve please?”

Isambard Fairburn sighed and frowned as though she was asking him to mount an expedition to the Amazon. Pam turned back to her gravy, feeling her resentment rise.

Lisa returned and started to lay the table. Pam added water from the vegetable, stirring it in carefully, a little at a time. When she was satisfied she tasted it with a finger.

Isambard was slicing meat nearby, and Lisa was sat waiting patiently at the table. Pam moved to drain the vegetables “Can you tell Paul and Adam that dinner’s ready?” she asked Lisa.

“Okay” Lisa got up and headed out again.

Pam got warm plates from the oven and started dishing up, still musing over Mavis’ excited comments.

“This joint’s too fatty” said Isambard with a huff of disapproval.

Pam bit her tongue. She wanted to tell him to buy his own bloody meat in future - he could cook it himself, too - but she didn’t.

A handsome blonde haired, lanky boy of twelve dashed into the kitchen and raced to his seat “Isn’t it ready yet? Lisa said it was ready!”

“In a minute, darling” said Pam, with a smile. She’d never admit it to anyone, but Adam was her favourite. Always keen, always cheeky, always cheerful. An affectionate boy who was always happy to talk; to help; to cuddle.

Pam started on the roast potatoes, giving her husband one less and Adam one more, she turned when Lisa came back “Paul?” she asked.

“XBox” sighed Lisa “He’s got to wait until he gets to a save point apparently.”

“What’s he doing with it?” asked Pam.

“Killing stuff, as far as I can tell” said Lisa “And swearing a lot.”

“You need to speak to that boy Pamela” said Isambard.

Pam sighed crossly and she took a roast potato from Paul’s plate and put it on her husband’s.

“Lisa” said Pam, suddenly and with force “I’ve got a new job for you.”

“Before you start on that” said Isambard with a sigh “Have you packed my bag, yet?”

Pam narrowed her eyes “No” she said patiently “I haven’t had time to do that?”

“Just that it needs doing by tonight. I’m off early tomorrow to present at the Arch Diocesan conference on advanced pastoral care” said Isambard, carving thick slices of lamb from the joint.

“I know” said Pam “You have told me a thousand times.”

“There’s no need to exaggerate, Pam, I’m only reminding you” said Isambard “Archbishop Benson will be in attendance! You know how important my invitation to be a speaker at this conference will be for my chances of eventually being appointed a Bishop.”

Pam narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue. How could she not know? He told her ten times a week and had been doing so for three whole months, that the current Primate of the Church of the Unified Kingdom would be in attendance. Her husband was only forty years old, he had been one of the youngest ever Archdeacons at thirty six years of age when appointed Archdeacon of Greater Riddle in 2016. There was a good chance due to his young age that he would eventually be consecrated a Bishop. Overt ambition was frowned upon in the church, but covert ambition existed and her husband certainly suffered from that affliction.

His desires for episcopal success were only encouraged by having the two most prestigious colleges of the Unified Kingdom, St. Dunstan’s College located within his parish and Archbishops College located within his ArchDeaconry, even though he had no governance or direct involvement with either of the college’s.

Archbishops College since its founding by Archiepiscopal Charter on the 12th of October 1701 by Archbishop Armistead Godolphin had been created a vicarate forane. The Archbishop of the Unified Kingdom therefore appointed an ArchVicar to the college who reported directly to the Archbishop not the diocesan Bishop or to the ArchDeaconry

He got on very well with the current ArchVicar, The Very Reverend Otis Aube and the Vicar assisting the Reverend Doctor Samuel Bailey. Such important contacts would help his quest for episcopal status!

Pam continued preparing the gravy “Lisa, as I was about to say... I have decided on some changes. Some quite dramatic ones to bring this household fully into conformity with the return to traditional values.”

Lisa sat up straight and looked at her mother. Her expression was serious and intense.

“Until the return to traditional values, we have never practised corporal punishment in this house, but the church is fully supportive of the return to traditional values in the Unified Kingdom and your father as the local church leader must be seen to be fully supportive, so from today, things are going to change” said Pam.

Lisa sat up a little straighter and frowned. She knew about traditional values from school and from what little she had seen, it looked and sounded barbaric, especially as it applied equally to girls as it did to boys, under sixteen years of age ! Adam swallowed heavily and shuffled on his bottom, not sure, just like his sister about what exactly his mother meant.

“Are we?” asked Isambard “I remember discussing implementing the return to traditional values in our house but I don’t remember discussing a start date?”

“We haven’t discussed a start date for it!” said Pam “Because you never take any interest in the specifics of what goes on in this house, you’re totally immersed in running this parish and ArchDeaconry and supporting the return to traditional values everywhere but here at home. If you want to start being involved, that’s fine by me. You can cancel your trip and we’ll discuss all the problems with implementing traditional values tomorrow and how we’re going to handle them. I could use some help around here anyway, so if you’re interested all of a sudden, that’d be just great.”

Isambard sniffed and was silent for a short while “No, you handle it” he said “You know best about these things.”

Pam was slightly red faced with anger when she turned back to Lisa “You already have corporal punishment and forced nudity at school, since the return of traditional values, don’t you?

“Yes, but at school that really only concerns the children who are naughty which is usually boys and there has only been the occasional naked punishment so far” said Lisa.

“Well, thanks to your father’s enthusiasm, things are developing quickly about the return to traditional values around this region at the moment. So there’s likely to be a lot more of it, at school and in the local community and … now here at home, too” said Pam.

Lisa nodded, not really fearing this change at all. What would she ever be subjected to corporal punishment for? She was a good girl, but she had however heard rumours of ‘naked time’ sessions being enforced to reduce excessive modesty, as part of the return to traditional values.

“I suspect this will probably mostly affect Paul” said Pam “But... Adam, perhaps you, too.”

“Me?” said Adam “I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?”

“No, you haven’t, but... well, over the years you’re bound to make some mistakes aren’t you and the return to traditional values is all about behaviour modification” said Pam.

Adam looked thoughtful, and then slightly worried. What did it mean exactly? What was involved? He’d seen it starting to be practiced at school, but here would be different, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t see his mother doing anything like they could supposedly do at school. He blushed slightly anyway.

Lisa patted Adam’s thigh and smiled at him sympathetically “Just be good - you’ll be fine.”

“That’s not all, though” said Pam, turning to Lisa and giving her an earnest stare “I’m going to need your help. Your father is very busy and I can’t keep on top of this as well as everything else, so I’ve decided that as you act very mature for your age, I’d like you to take care of Paul.”

Lisa frowned with seriousness “In what way?”

“Well, I want you to sort him out, look after him, improve his attitude. Make sure he does his schoolwork for example. Make sure he doesn’t spend all his time playing his games. Make sure he goes to bed on time, gets up in the morning, behaves himself - that sort of thing” said Pam.

“He won’t listen to me” said Lisa.

“Yes he will, because if he doesn’t you’re going to be spanking him” said Pam.

“Hold on a minute” said Isambard, turning from his carving “I know what you are proposing is allowed with the return to traditional values, but is it wise? Paul’s fifteen, Lisa’s thirteen. You can’t have her spanking him and telling him what to do?”

Pam turned an expression of extreme tolerance set in concrete to her husband “Do you want to go to the conference tomorrow, or not?”

Isambard sighed slowly, turned back to the meat “You tell the boy, I’m not.”

“No change there, then” said Pam, before turning back to Lisa.

“I don’t know how to” said Lisa.

“Of course you do” said Pam “It’s not rocket science. You’ll figure it out as you go along.”

Lisa frowned “I haven’t done this before, and don’t really know where to start, so I’ll need to make a list of rules.” she said. She was feeling very nervous about taking on this responsibility but at the same time a small feeling of sexual arousal was starting to excite her. “You’ll need to tell me exactly what the boundaries are, what my responsibilities and duties are!”

“Probably best I save that for when Paul comes down” said Pam “I don’t want to be repeating myself.”

“Ok mum” said Lisa, wishing she had a pad and pencil handy so she could start making notes.

“What about me, mum?” asked Adam, looking rather troubled by this news.

“Well, I think you’re responsible enough as you are, darling” said Pam, smiling at him. “For now I think Lisa’s probably going to have her hands full with Paul, so if there is any mischief from you, it’ll be me dealing with you, and... after Lisa settles in to her new responsibilities, we can always review if you should come under your sisters authority, especially if you start to become troublesome.”

Pam turned to dishing up vegetables while Isambard moved the plate of carved meat over to her. He took it upon himself, expecting gratitude for his efforts, to start portioning the lamb out onto the prepared plates. Pam was not grateful. He was in her way, delaying things, and of course he had to be slow and deliberate rather than just getting on with it. She gritted her teeth again waiting patiently, but she bristled all the same.

“This is going to be stone cold by the time you’ve finished” she said eventually.

Isambard looked at her in surprise, feeling annoyed at her lack of appreciation “Fine! You do it!” he said. Pam sighed in frustration and finished dishing up the meat in record time “Lisa, you finish off here for me, will you. I’m going to get that useless lazy brother of yours down here!” she said.

Lisa got up from the table and carefully surveyed what had been done; what needed doing. She organised it all in her head and set about her task while Pam headed out of the kitchen, knowing the dinner was in safe hands.

Paul was on his bed, wireless controller in hands. His probes thumped into the planet, harvesting minerals he could use for his research. It had been a rich planet, but he’d depleted it to the point it was almost stripped bare. He was nearly out of probes anyway. He heard his mother’s footsteps and he sighed; he didn’t look round.

Pam stopped at the open door and stared at her eldest. He was laid back, pillows piled to support him, his body stretched out, one knee up in the air. His hair was not currently gelled so the long hair that usually was combed back instead flowed untidily over his forehead. His soft flawless skin which she knew he attacked daily with special anti acne cream was tense and his full reddish lips were slightly parted. He wore a white polo shirt decorated with a charcoal coloured dragon wrapped round it with some spurious designer name on it. She remembered how it cost nearly a hundred pounds and he couldn’t even put the collar down properly. It was rucked at the bottom, over designer jeans with the same designer name and yellow writing all over the backside. She smiled when she thought how there would soon be something quite different written all over his backside. He had no socks on and no shoes, but trainers that had cost nearly one hundred and fifty pounds were discarded carelessly beside the bed.

She knew he had no appreciation for these things; that he no understanding at all of what the price of these represented, the clergy of the Church of the Unified Kingdom were certainly not paid a generous stipend.

A thought flashed across her mind briefly. Make him learn! Make him earn it! She was tempted, right now, to strip him bare and put him to work on chores and make him earn every article of clothing back. Then he might start to be grateful for the luxury he enjoyed. She sighed and stilled herself; her gaze returning to his beautiful face; his finely arched nose. He had the same classical looks his sister had. The same delicate cheeks bones, the same slim jaw. He was fifteen, why hadn’t he started to take an interest in girls yet? Was he gay? Or had he and she hadn’t noticed? Had he already started fooling around or was he too shy? She thought he was probably too shy. He wasn’t overly tall for his age, maybe he was lacking in confidence, his attitude showed that he was certainly lacking in maturity.

“You’re supposed to be coming down for dinner” she said in an even tone that gave nothing of her frustration away “Didn’t Lisa say?”

“Yeh” he said, not turning to look at her “Down in a minute, I want to get back to the station before saving.”

“Dinner’s ready now, Paul!” she said.

“God! Don’t get your knickers in a twist! I’ve got to save first! I’ll be down in a minute!” said Paul, still not looking at her.

Pam strode across the room to the expensive 21 inch flat screen TV and turned it off “Dinner is ready now, Paul. It’ll be stone cold!”

“So? If it’s cold I’ll eat it cold! So what?” said Paul.

There was always an answer.

He looked at her at last and shook his head “You’ve only turned off the TV!” he said, with a snort “I’ve paused it. I can just carry on!”

Pam reddened slightly and she gripped herself. She watched as Paul climbed up with a sigh, he rose onto all fours, leaning to switch the TV back on again. His yellow lettered bottom came up and into view and Pam could not help herself. Paul was not expecting it at all.

She smacked his backside, hard and he yelped, falling forwards on the bed “What the... have you gone mad!?” he yelled, his hands coming to his bottom, struggling to cope with this unfamiliar sensation. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.

“Are you going down to dinner, right now, or am I going to introduce you the traditional value of naughty boy bottom smacking?” asked Pam, suddenly flushing with pleasure at the feel of the words on her tongue. Thanks to this return to traditional values, she suddenly felt powerful, like she never had before.

Paul looked horrified and rolled to his side, scrabbling up the bed away from her. He didn’t take his eyes off her for a second “You can’t!” he said, accusingly “And anyway, it’s... it’s illegal!”

“Illegal?” said Pam with a short laugh, “I am sure you have heard about the return to traditional values in the kingdom. from your father and at school. Most of the kids in this village are now living under these returned values already and are being spanked. It’s just that you never have been. Well, today, in line with the return to traditional values, that changes in our household.” She paused, her expression became determined “So I most certainly can, Let me give you a demonstration.” She leaned forward, but Paul bounced out of the way, bolted for the door and piled downstairs.

Pam smiled. Well that seemed to work. She picked up the controller he had been using, felt how warm it was, and then in a fit of childishness she started pressing buttons at random, hoping one of them would make the game start, blow it up, unsave it... or something.

When she returned to the kitchen, feeling quite calm, she saw Paul sat in his usual place looking resentful and he was the only one eating. Everyone else had waited politely for her return. Isambard looked at her, “Can we start eating, I need to get on. I’ve got to make some notes this evening on my speech for the conference.”

Pam ignored him. Of course, he needed to go to do that; she had nearly forgotten the pastoral conference but not quite. Perhaps he should have reminded her a little more often about it! She sat carefully, picked up her knife and fork, and smiled at Lisa and Adam “Let’s start eating, shall we?” she said calmly.

Isambard along with Lisa and Adam picked up their knives and forks as well, but the two children waited for their mother to cut a small piece of lamb before making their own early incisions.

They ate in silence for a while, Paul refusing the knife and using his fork right handed to cut and eat.

“I’ll need breakfast at five” said Isambard.

Pam looked over at him, an expression of curiosity “And why do I need to know that?”

Isambard looked at her in confusion “You’ll need to get up early” he said, as though this was obvious. She usually did.

“So... let me just get this straight, darling” she said, trying to remain calm and patient “You want to inconvenience me to the extent of getting up two hours early in order to spare yourself ten minutes effort?”

Lisa and Adam looked at each other and even Paul stopped eating and looked at his parents.

Isambard stared at his wife. What was wrong with the woman today? “Pamela, you know I have a very important pastoral conference this week. My participation in this conference could be a very significant in advancing my case for advancement to the episcopate, I need to be at my best right from the start, now is not the time to become complacent and take my eventual promotion for granted.”

Pamela nearly exploded. She gritted her teeth and ground them “For granted” was all she could manage to say.

“Yes, for granted! You not having my breakfast ready will be an even greater inconvenience me than it is to you. I need to fully focus tomorrow on the pastoral conference not on breakfast! You get the reflected glory out of supporting me!” said Isambard.

“Well it’s not happening, you will need to get your own breakfast” said Pamela, feeling cross enough and upset enough to start crying. But she didn’t cry.

Isambard stared at his wife blankly, not understanding what this change in attitude towards him was all about.

“It’s dad’s big chance, the Archbishop will be there” said Paul “So you should help him.”

Lisa looked over at Paul and frowned slightly.

Pamela experienced a moment of intense calm and she smiled “Paul” she said quietly “I need to tell you about our new traditional values rules.”

Paul looked over at her, chewing a piece of lamb “This lamb’s fatty” he said.

“That’s what I said” said Isambard.

Pamela did not lose her cool. She just smiled a little more broadly “Paul your behaviour at home and school has been quite difficult for a while now and your grades at school have been slipping.”

Paul sighed and rolled his eyes “We’ve been over this, and over it and over it” he said.

“And yet, still there is no improvement” said Pam, looking forward to the punch line so much she wanted to put it off for as long as possible “You’re wasting your life with these stupid games, you’re not getting to sleep at night, you’re not wanting to get up in the morning, you’re cheeky and defiant and you don’t lift a finger around the house. It’s got to stop!”

Paul sighed and prepared himself for the usual lecture. His eyes glazed over and he concentrated on his plate, eager to get his dinner down him so he could escape this cruel and pointless captivity.

“Since all reasonable methods have failed so far, we’re going to try something new and fully implement a return to traditional values in this household! Your father’s position as Archdeacon means he needs to be seen practically supporting the return to traditional values not just verbally!” said Pam, feeling almost joyous

“From now on, because Lisa has acted far more mature than you despite being younger, she will be in charge of you. She’ll organise your whole life, making sure you get your schoolwork done, get enough sleep, and... all the rest. She will be in complete charge and has the authority to use whatever methods of corporal punishment allowed by traditional values, that she sees fit, She also can take away your games things and TV, stop your pocket money, confiscate other things, ground you, give you extra chores - although why I say extra I don’t know, since you don’t do any of the ones you’re supposed to anyway!”

‘Yada, yada, yada’ thought Paul, crushing a roast potato and soaking the pulp in gravy.

“Anything to add, Lisa?” asked Pam.

“Yes, I’ll be putting together a schedule after dinner and we can discuss it when I’ve finished. It shouldn’t take too long since it’s mostly already composed in my head... oh and I’d also like you to bring me your homework log, your school books, and any homework you’ve done over the weekend. If you bring those down here, we can look at what we need to do and I can add that to my schedule.”

Paul looked up at Lisa. “What are you on about?”

“I said I want you to bring your homework log, your school books, and any homework you’ve done over the weekend down here after dinner, so we can go over them” said Lisa, with a slight frown “You’re going to have to pay attention, Paul, or I’m going to have to start punishing you right away.”

Paul shook his head in confusion and looked at his mum “What’s she on about?”

“You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you?” said Pam.

Paul looked blank.

What had she expected? That he’d pay any attention to her?

“What Lisa is on about, Paul, is that we are fully implementing the return to traditional values in this house and she is now in complete charge of you, and you are going to do everything she says from now on. If you don’t, she’s going to punish you” said Pam.

Paul frowned and then laughed “Punish me? Lisa?” He offered up one of his trademark snorts.

“And she has complete discretion, Paul” said Pam “If she decides to take your trousers and pants down and smack your bottom with a wooden spoon or hairbrush or a cane, then she has your father’s and my total authority to do so.”

Paul wasn’t sure whether to snort again or not. He looked bemused, waiting for the joke; waiting for the confirmation that they were playing some stupid game to scare him. He looked across at his father, but found no sympathy there so he looked at his sister. Lisa was openly smiling at the revelation that she was empowered to take down Paul’s trousers and pants and smack his bare bottom!

Pamela focused her eyes on Paul and lifted both eyebrows “If on the other hand Lisa wants you to strip totally naked and invite all her friends over so she can show them how she goes about smacking her naughty brother’s bare bottom, then she can do that, too, I rule that to be acceptable behaviour.”

“Can I?” asked Lisa, sounding surprised.

“Yes, darling” said Pamela “Naked exposure is an integral part of the return to traditional values as long as it is deemed an acceptable time and place. At home in the residence of the Venerable Archdeacon Fairburn it is certainly deemed an acceptable time and place. As I said, you have complete discretion to punish him at home as you please.”

Paul looked at his sister, his mother, his dad. He hadn’t figured out what the game was yet, but he didn’t believe a word of it.

Lisa nodded and looked at her brother “I’ll probably save that for later, but it might be a good idea to make his first punishment a pro-former spanking with at least his trousers and pants down, just so that he understands we’re not joking.”

Paul’s face coloured. He dropped his head, letting his long non greased hair flop down over his forehead. Who were they trying to kid? He didn’t like this talk, though. Just having them imagining such things was humiliating. Have his sister see him naked!? Were they utterly insane!? He had heard mention of a return to traditional values at school and had seen a recent embarrassing instance involving sixth former Ashton Tweddle, but had paid no real attention to what it entailed.

“Paul, listen to me, and listen to me good” said Pamela enjoying the look of embarrassment on her son’s face, “Because I am about to make a promise to you. As you know, I have never broken a promise in my life.”

Paul looked up, but despite his red face his eyes were brimming with defiance.

“If you behave yourself and do as Lisa asks, there will be no need for her to punish you. But, if she does have need to punish you and you refuse, I am going to have to deal with you myself Paul ... so let me give you fair warning of what that is going to involve.”

Paul frowned and pursed his lips. He was still not buying this crap, whatever she said.

“I will take off all of your clothes here in the kitchen, Paul, and when you are naked and totally exposed, I will put you over the kitchen table and take.... a wooden spoon to your bottom. I will smack you and keep smacking you until you are crying and begging me to stop...”

“So about two smacks then” said Lisa, no hint of amusement or jokiness in her voice. Adam who had momentarily been stunned by his mothers proposed punishment routine for his older brother, giggled when he heard Lisa’s ‘two smacks’ comment!

“Two or two hundred, Lisa, it doesn’t matter - as many as it takes. Then I will take you next door, Paul, for a chat with Mavis Carter, since she knows from experience all about this return to traditional values and dealing with naughty boys like you, and I will ask her advice about how to proceed. Did I forget to mention that you won’t be getting dressed before our visit, and in fact you will remain undressed and your previously most private parts will be kept totally exposed for the rest of the evening.”

“Wasn’t there a boy who was sent to our school naked last week?” asked Lisa.

Adam grinned “A sixth form boy, he must still be sixteen, I saw him. God that was funny!”

“Adam, don’t use God’s name in vain!” commanded Isambard.

“Now there’s an idea, Paul” said Pamela “How would you fancy going to school naked?”

Paul was beginning to look worried now. He definitely knew that Ashton Tweddle had been at school naked. He’d seen him with his own eyes and had been one of the many who had laughed at him. That much he knew was possible, even to a sixth former with the return to traditional values, but would she? His own mother? Would she really consider doing that? The expression on her face seemed very grave and serious; he wasn’t sure. She never had, not anything like that. She was the wife of the local vicar for heavens sake! What could have changed her? Nah, this was bollocks!

Everyone at the table, including his father, was staring at him. He sneered and looked back down at his dinner.

“Oh, and another thing I am going to do, Paul, if you don’t cooperate with Lisa, is write a letter to your school asking them to let all your teachers know that if there is any slacking off, or cheek, or missed or inadequate homework, that I would like them to smack your bare bottom in front of the entire class. I understand that’s something they are just starting to do in the case of particularly recalcitrant pupils under the kingdoms return to traditional values.”

Paul had heard rumours of that happening, but he had never imagined it happening to him. He went cold and pale and started to feel very, very scared. He didn’t believe it, of course; it was obviously bullshit, but... but he wasn’t going to take the risk.

“So? Are we all happy? All understand?” asked Pam, cheerfully.

Adam nodded “I’m going to be super good from now on.”

“You already are, darling” said Pam, patting his shoulder and smiling at him. He beamed back happily.

“I think so, but I need to get organised” said Lisa “I’ll do that after dinner.”

“Paul?” asked Pam.

“Whatever” said Paul.

“That’s right, Paul, whatever Lisa says, and don’t you forget it for a second” said Pam with a smile. She turned to her husband “Isambard.?”

“Excellent plan darling. I will be able to mention at the conference how we are personally implementing traditional values in our household, but does that mean you aren’t doing my breakfast tomorrow morning?” Isambard sighed.

Pam narrowed her eyes and ignored her husband’s last comment. She wondered what she could ‘forget’ to pack that would cause maximum inconvenience and annoyance. She knew it was childish and she knew it was futile. Anything she could fail to pack could be bought in Londinium where the conference was being held. Anything irreplaceable, like his presentation notes, would be packed separately by Isambard himself.

“Whilst you are at the conference darling, I think I should make contact with the newly created Royal Society for Traditional Values which His Majesty, King William has recently created and ask for detailed advice about implementing Traditional Values in this household. Do you agree Isambard?”

“What? Oh yes dear whatever you think, did you know that the Headmaster, of Archbishops College, Dr Lyttelton has been appointed the honorary Chairperson of that Royal Society.”

“Yes I heard he had, now there is a man who would know exactly what you’re supposed to do if your son is difficult and defiant” said Pam, looking over at Paul carefully as she replied to her husband.

Paul glanced up, blushed brightly, and looked back down at his dinner again. He was feeling a bit scared now, despite not believing her. He wasn’t going to cooperate, though, that was for sure. Go next door naked and be ogled by Mrs Carter and her family just because of a return to traditional values in the kingdom! What was his mother on!?

Pam smiled “You really don’t believe me, do you, Paul?”

“Nope” said Paul, and despite his red face he looked up at his mother again, and gave her a challenging glare.

Pam smiled. It was going to be all the sweeter putting him in his place. She watched as he jerked his head to flick his hair off his forehead and then went back to his dinner. He didn’t seem to be eating with quite the same speed and enthusiasm that he’d started with.

Adam had finished and he carefully placed his cutlery on his plate and sat quietly, waiting for the others to finish. Lisa finished second and did the same with her cutlery, lining it up neatly at the side of the plate. She looked at her mother “Please may I be excused?”

“Of course, darling, you have a lot to do” said Pam, smiling at her daughter.

Lisa got up carefully and headed to the lounge; her head full of things to list.

Isambard pushed his plate away from him “I’d better get on” he said.

“After you’ve washed up” said Pam “Paul and Adam will help you.”

“Pamela, I am rather busy, I’ve got...” began her husband.

“I know. I’m rather busy too, so the quicker you get on with it the better” said Pam, brooking no argument.

Isambard stood with a great sigh of annoyance and he took his plate to the sink. He surveyed the roasting pans and saucepans and started clattering things noisily. Didn’t his wife realise how much he had to do?

Pam wondered if traditional values had any tips for dealing with extremely annoying husbands. She looked up when Adam spoke “Please may I leave the table?”

“Of course you can, darling, help your dad with the clearing up” said Pam, with a warm smile for him.

Adam climbed up and took his and Lisa’s plate over to the sink. Pam looked down at her nearly finished dinner, which she didn’t want anymore; she’d had quite enough. She sat back in her chair and watched Paul closely. He had his head down, his long front hair had again hung down over his forehead. He was taking things slowly and she wasn’t sure whether he was gripped with fear and no longer hungry or whether he was just dragging dinner out as long as possible to avoid what was to come afterwards. She smiled; she wasn’t in a hurry.

She reflected on all the other methods they had tried, from withholding treats and pocket money to grounding and even bribery. None had had any lasting effect. She hoped this return to more traditional methods would be much more successful.

It was a pity, Paul had gone the way he had , because when he was younger, he could be very loving and charming and bright, but now he just chose not to be. He could excel at school, but he was too lazy to apply himself. He was at the stage where he just lived for the moment and didn’t give a damn about the future; not even about tomorrow. If he wasn’t straightened out soon he could do himself long term damage. There had even been a suggestion from his form teacher last year that he could be demoted to the ‘B’ stream if he didn’t buck his efforts up.

“Come on, darling” she said “We’re only asking for a bit of effort. It’s for your own good.”

Paul looked up, an expression of uncertainty on his face, wondering if she was talking to him “I don’t want any more” he said, pushing his plate away.

“Okay” said Pam “That’s fine, you’d better get on and do what your sister asked, then.”

Paul shook his head “I’m not doing what she says, mum. She’s younger than me.”

Pam sat forward, resting her arms on the table “You will do as she says, Paul. She acts far more mature than you have been lately so age is not the issue, responsibility and maturity are the determiners. The only question is how much it’s going to cost you before you learn that.”

He got up without asking permission to leave the table and turned shaking his head.

“Paul, you’re helping your dad clean up, don’t you go back upstairs!” said Pam.

Paul faltered, turned back again and then picked up his plate. He headed towards the sink where Adam and his dad were already at work. He’d do that just to shut her up, and then he was going back to his game, he promised himself.

Lisa returned carrying a large notepad, pencil case and ruler. She looked at the table and frowned “Paul? Can you clear and wipe the table, please” she said, already beginning to be comfortable with her new role.

Paul glared over at her “I’m helping dad” he said, truculently.

Lisa raised her eyebrows “I think you’re supposed to do as I ask, Paul” said Lisa “I am supposed to be in charge of you, you know.”

“She’s right, Paul” said Pam, getting up and heading over to him.

Paul backed away slightly. Pam closed in smiling. He picked up a dirty roasting pan as a kind of shield, but Pam moved to his side. She smacked her hand onto the back of his designer jeans, landing it right on his firm bottom over that yellow lettering “This is probably quite an unfamiliar feeling for you, Paul” she said “But I have a suspicion it’s one that’s going to become quite familiar, quite soon.”

She could have said the same to herself. But in her case the unfamiliarity and the prospect of it becoming familiar was very welcome. There was something enormously satisfying in bringing her hand smacking down onto his bottom. There was something enormously satisfying about the impact, the firm resistance, the sense that this was getting his attention in a way nothing else she could do did. She was almost gagging for the opportunity to do it properly, on his bare bottom, repeatedly, until he squirmed and cried out. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the prospect was thrilling.

Paul turned bight red and jumped out of the way. Why did she keep doing that!? He didn’t like it! He didn’t like it at all!

“Do as Lisa has asked!” said Pam.

Paul ditched the roasting pan and headed to the table, he started to clear the condiments; his mother’s plate.

“Quickly” said Lisa “I’ve got such a lot to do.”

Adam dashed over to help.

“No darling, you carry on wiping up” said Pam, stroking his head “Let Paul do this.”

“Okay” said Adam, heading back to the sink.

Pam watched his bottom recede from her, wondering what it would feel like to smack that one, too. It was shapely already, having begun to transform itself from a little boy bottom to a more adolescent one. She guessed that he might have actually started puberty, or if not, couldn’t be far away. He seemed to be developing at an earlier age than she had first noticed with his older sister or brother. She smiled. Hoping, and yet at the same time, not hoping, that she’d have to smack it soon.

Paul took his time clearing and wiping the table, and every operation was packed full of resentment. Lisa waited patiently and then sat herself down. She put down the notepad, opened her pencil case and then started to draw lines with her ruler. It wasn’t long before the page was filling with neat and careful notes. There were times, in the 24 hour clock, noted down the left hand side. There were activities in the middle, taking up most of the space, and then at the right were punishments for failure at these activities. She worked quickly, neatly, and without error. Being clever and well organised, she also left gaps down the page, to allow her to add other entries as they occurred to her.

She was well aware that this was just provisional, and later she would type it all up in Excel or Word and then it would be easy to modify; to incorporate new things as she learned more and got better at this. Modification would be simple and she could print off new copies. One for her, one for Paul, and one for mum so she knew what was to be expected too.

As she worked it occurred to her that she could also import it into Outlook and synch it with her iPhone so that she could receive regular reminders of what needed doing when. That way she wouldn’t forget anything, and the same could be done for Paul’s iPhone too, so he would be robbed of the excuse of forgetting.

Isambard snatched the tea-towel from Adam when he finished washing up, wiped his hands, tossed it down over the draining board and stomped off, but stopped momentarily and turned back to face his family. “I forgot to mention, if any serious pastoral matters arise that can’t wait till I return from attending the conference, I have organised for the Reverend Thaddeus Pinn, the vicar over at St. Laurence’s Upper Broad Riddle to handle them. Just contact him and he will deal with it! Isambard turned again and walked off briskly towards his study at the very front of the vicarage.

Adam picked up the tea-towel again that his father had snatched off him, looking mildly affronted.

“Don’t worry, darling” said Pam “Your dad’s in a bad mood. Did you know he’s got an important conference in Londinium coming up?”

Adam pulled a face. Of course he knew! Didn’t the whole world?

“Mum?” said Lisa “Could Paul be excused the rest of the clearing up? I think we really need to get on with things.”

Pam looked over at what still needed doing. She nodded, she could help Adam finish up “Of course, darling” she said “Paul, you need to attend your sister now.”

Paul was grateful for being able to ditch the wiping up and putting away, but he glared at Lisa, sat at the table watching him patiently. He stomped over.

“I need you to fetch me your homework log, school books, any homework you’ve done over the weekend and your timetable” said Lisa.

“What for?” asked Paul.

“Because I want to see what needs doing. I need to look at where you are failing, succeeding, where you need help, what we need to focus on to get you back on track” said Lisa.

“I don’t need any help” said Paul.

“Well that will become clear then when I look at your stuff” said Lisa.

Pam watched as she helped with the wiping up, but she didn’t interfere. She wanted to give Lisa a chance to do this for herself. If she needed help she’d step in, but until then...

Adam dashed back and forth carrying things to where they belonged; he knew where everything went and he also kept an eye on Paul and Lisa, wondering quite how all this was going to work out.

Paul looked cross, offended, embarrassed that he had to go along with this stupidity. He scowled and then turned to head off.

“Two minutes, Paul, no longer” said Lisa “We’re going to be very busy.”

Adam dropped a Pyrex dish onto the draining board when it slipped through his fingers. He caught it, but it made a loud crashing noise all the same.

Pam couldn’t resist. She smacked his bottom gently “Careful” she said.

Adam jumped and frowned “Sorry” he said quickly. He ran off with the dish quickly, horrified at the smack and what it might portend.

Pam smiled to herself; just as satisfying. She doubted that Adam would give her many opportunities, though. She finished up at the sink, wiping everything down carefully and then she headed over to close all the open draws and kitchen cupboard doors.

Paul returned; books in hand. He had been tempted to ignore Lisa. He had been tempted to go back to his game, but he decided it would be best to get this crap out of the way first. Pretend he was going along with it and then get back to his proper life again.

Lisa smiled at him “That was three minutes, Paul” she said “I’m going to make a note of that.” She wrote quickly and neatly, while Paul stared at her. He shook his head and then dumped his books down on the table.

“Just stand there while I quickly look through them” said Lisa, sorting through what he had brought.

Paul ignoring his sisters order, began to make a move to go to his room.

“I wouldn’t do that Paul, if you ignore Lisa’s order, she will be fully entitled to get you totally undressed and after getting her first look at what you look like naked, give you a proper bare bottom spanking.” said Pam with a smile.

“Really ” said Lisa, looking up and smiling, “It would be interesting to see what my big brother looks like naked!”

Paul gulped and blanched.

Lisa sighed “I asked you to bring me your homework, Paul, I can’t find it” said Lisa.

“Errr... no it... it hasn’t been done yet. I was... this evening” said Paul, feeling his stomach turn over.

Lisa pulled out Paul’s homework log and frowned “But you’ve got about... six hours of it. How were you intending to fit that in before bedtime?”

“Do... do some tomorrow as well” said Paul.

Lisa shook her head and sighed “Last weekend you didn’t do any. It looks as though... no... none of it has been signed off.”

“F...f... forgot” said Paul.

Lisa looked up at her red faced and fearful looking brother “Well you’ll not be forgetting again” said Lisa “First things first, then. History. You have an essay to write on the French Revolution. Doesn’t look like that should take more than a couple of hours. I want you to do the reading, make an essay plan, and then bring it to me. When I’ve looked at that and approved it you can then write the essay. In fact you can work down here at the kitchen table. That way I can keep an eye on you.”

“I’d... I’d work better upstairs” said Paul “It’s... easier to concentrate.”

“Well, that’s up to you” said Lisa “We’ll see how that goes. Do you want a pro-forma spanking first, to encourage you?”

“No!” said Paul “I don’t need any encouragement!”

“You’d better get on with it then” said Lisa “She looked at her watch “One hour. Not a minute longer.”

Paul sighed, grabbed his books and headed out of the kitchen.

Both Pam and Lisa watched his proud bottom, black jeaned and yellow lettered, as he walked hurriedly out.

Lisa shook her head and looked at her mother “I think his bare bottom’s going to be over my lap before the evening’s out.”

Pam nodded “I hope so” she said, and then shook her head “I mean... I hope not.”

Adam carefully slipped out of the kitchen into the back garden, intent on finding something good to do that didn’t attract the attention of his mother or sister!

Paul was in a rage as he stomped up the stairs. He had not wanted to waste his fury on his mother or his sister, but now he was on his own he gave full vent to it “Stupid fucking women! Who do they think they are!?” He stomped into his room, grabbed the door and went to slam it shut, but then decided he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction “Fucking threats of spankings and arsehole fucking homework. Who the fuck did they think they were!? As if he was going to buy this crap! Timetables and fucking schedules and bollocks and fucking arsehole bollocks! No fucking way! He wasn’t stupid! He wasn’t giving in to their stupid fucking threats! As if they’d fucking dare! As if they’d arsehole fucking cunting dare!”

He threw his books down on his desk and stared at them. He’d give them French Revolution; he’d chop their heads off in a flash given half a chance. He dropped himself on his bed, his face dark and sulky. He dropped his head down feeling slightly nervous. He refused to give in; refused to pander to their ridiculously aggrandised ideas. He was fifteen for fuck’s sake. There was no way his mother could treat him like this, let alone his sister! It was all bollocks! Complete and utter bollocks! And he was not going to embarrass himself by believing one word of their crap!

He threw himself back, sat forward, turned on his TV, and then flopped back again. He picked up his controller and unpaused; deciding to complete the process of stripping the planet clean of minerals before refuelling and picking up another mission. He had more crew members to find before he could take on the Reapers.

Lisa worked quietly, concentrating on her task as she studied Paul’s timetable, his homework log, and worked out a careful and detailed schedule. She wondered if she would need to factor in time to catch up if he had started to fall behind in his work. She sighed, stared at the kitchen clock, and then decided it would be for the best. If there wasn’t any catching up to do she could either set extra work to ensure he excelled or she could give him time off for good behaviour.

She was aware, as she worked away, that this was going to be eating into her own study time and her own leisure time. She tutted and sighed to herself, disappointed at that, but she felt the responsibility keenly and she wanted to do a good job to help both her mother and her brother.

Pam continued to clear up in the kitchen, making sure that everything was perfect before she finished. She looked over at Lisa, watching her daughter work diligently at her task and she felt a warm affection. Lisa reminded her of herself at that age; so responsible; so hard working. She wondered if Lisa had any idea how much disappointment life was going to bring, but then, on a more optimistic note she hoped that maybe things would be different for Lisa. Maybe she would achieve her ambitions and get what she wanted from life.

“I’m just going to pack your dad’s bag for him” she said “I’ll be back in a little while.”

Lisa looked up briefly, sucking the end of her pen and looking thoughtful “Could you do me a favour?” she asked.

“Of course, darling, what is it?” said Pam, with a smile. If it had been Paul asking she would have wanted to know what it was before agreeing, but with Lisa it was bound to be something entirely reasonable.

“When you’ve finished, can you bring my laptop down with you?” asked Lisa.

Pam smiled and nodded “No problem” and she headed out.

Lisa went back to work. It was all going to have to be redone; her neat and tidy schedule was filling up with notes in between lines, extra items; it would have to be done in Excel and then it could be easily amended; moved around; updated. But first she needed to make sure that everything was listed - expectations, activities, punishments. It was the latter that had her thinking the hardest.

Pam paused outside Paul’s door but she could only hear sounds of play, not of work. She almost stormed in; shouted at him to get to work, but she stopped herself, her hand almost on the door handle. No, let him hang himself if he wanted to. Lisa was in charge; let her deal with it. And besides, it could only bring that first bare bottom spanking all the closer. Paul needed to have his status lowered not just his pants. Despite feeling guilty she was actually looking forward to that occurring, as it would provide her with the opportunity to see what her eldest son’s most private parts looked like. She had not seen Paul naked for over seven years and this was driving her curiosity, to see what he now looked like naked!

Although she wanted to see her son reach his full and considerable potential at school and elsewhere, she really wanted to see his trousers and pants come down and his bottom smacked. She wanted to do that herself as well, and the thought thrilled her. He’d grown increasingly difficult; moody; defiant and lazy over the past two years and she was tired of it. The prospect of seeing that cheeky sneering grin taken off his face was too much to resist.

She wanted to see it red and sorry and ashamed and she could see no better way to accomplish that than to take his trousers and pants down and spank him. The humiliation, of his most private parts being seen she knew, would be considerable. She tried to imagine how he would feel if she did take him to their neighbour Mavis Carter’s naked. If he was paraded in this fashion with all his previously most private parts on full display. She shook her head - he’d be mortified. And what effect would it have on him, if he were stripped naked and spanked in front of a whole lot of kids he went to school with? It was almost worth doing just to find out.

Was there a prospect that she might have a reformed boy by the end of the day, or the end of the week? That he might work hard, contribute a little to the household, be less cheeky and defiant; perhaps even show some glimmers of the old affectionate charming friendly Paul that he had once been? She had no real idea, but she was looking forward to finding out.

She continued along to her bedroom and began the tedious process of packing a bag for her husband. It was a job she was familiar enough with to be able to do it on automatic pilot. She didn’t give in to the childish urge to ‘forget’ something, and it gave her time to contemplate other, more important matters. Those matters centred almost exclusively on Paul. She put the packed case aside and then headed out again. She listened to the continuing sounds of play from Paul’s room; smiled to herself and went down the hallway to Lisa’s room. She wasn’t surprised at how tidy; how neatly organised it was, and she picked up her daughter’s laptop and then paused, looking curious.

There was a folded scrap of paper peeking out from Lisa’s English book and she could just see what appeared to be the upside down word ‘lover’. She hesitated. She couldn’t spy on her daughter; it would be wrong. She couldn’t invade her privacy like this. She shook her head, determined not to be nosy.

She opened the book, slid the paper out and unfolded it.

‘Darling Lisa, I just want to hold you in my arms, to kiss you, to... Please, give me a sign, something, I am dying for the want of you... All my love, all the love in the world. An admirer. A would be lover.’

Pam frowned. The script was neat, rounded, feminine even, and a reddish pink in colour. Was this a boyfriend, a girlfriend? It didn’t sound like it. It sounded more like someone who aspired to that relationship. Could she discuss this with Lisa? Without confessing to her crime? She folded the note, slipped it back into the book and closed it. She was very pensive as she clutched the laptop under her arm and headed out to return downstairs.

Paul tried to lose himself in his game, but it wasn’t working. As hard as he tried; as much as he told himself he didn’t care - it was all bollocks, he still felt nervous and his mind kept turning back to those two shocking smacks to his bottom; the threats that his mum had made - those ridiculous, preposterous, outrageous threats that she would never carry out in a million zillion years even if he let her - which he bloody well wouldn’t.

His stomach grew more and more unsettled and his nerves started to fray. He found he was spending more time looking at the clock than he was playing the game. He had an hour, but he couldn’t remember what time that had begun. He made a guess and then he calculated he had ten minutes left. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

Part of him wanted to just ignore it; call their bluff and make them look stupid when they backed down, but on the other hand... he’d intended to do his homework this evening anyway, probably, so it didn’t mean anything, and the essay for history had been what he’d probably have started with so...

He saved his game, switched off the PS3 and threw his controller down - he was bored with it anyway. With a heavy sigh he trudged to his desk, sat, and stared at his history book “Useless fucking crap! Who gives a toss about some stupid bloody revolution in some stupid country some stupid hundreds of stupid bloody years ago!?”

He opened the book, turned to the chapter he needed and flicked through it, barely bothering to even skim the text. He dragged a pad of paper towards him and scribbled some quick notes ‘Stupid King, stupid famine, stupid aristocracy.’ He drew a line under that ‘Stupid writers, stupid agitators, stupid revolution.’ He sighed, drew another line ‘Stupid Austrian Princess, stupid bloody Bastille.’

He sat back and reviewed what he had written. It was the best essay plan he had ever composed. It was the only essay plan he had ever composed. It would have to do. He looked at the clock. Five minutes left. He got up and went to his bedroom window and looked out. The long large lawn at the back stretched out to the trees beyond and he felt a sudden urge to be out in the fresh air. He saw Adam kicking a football around carefully and felt a strong urge to join him. Adam could man the small goal net they had at the back of the garden away from the prize plants and windows and he could kick balls at him; hard.

He considered for a moment that, since teachers were lazy and stupid and they only ever bothered to look for keywords in essays like this, whether he could just hand in his essay plan. He felt sure it had most of the keywords, or some of them anyway. It ought to be enough. He’d done the work at least, hadn’t he? He looked over at his TV again and then sighed, before picking up his notepad. He headed for the door. If Lisa wasn’t happy with it, then tough shit; he wasn’t doing any more. And what the fuck would she know about it anyway!? She was only thirteen, she wouldn’t have even done the French Revolution. He’d bullshit it if he had to, but if she didn’t like it she could fuck off!

Pam sat watching Lisa at the table. Her daughter was concentrating on the bright glow of her laptop’s LCD screen; her fingers flying across the keyboard at speed. As she worked, her eyes flicked back and forth between the screen and her paper notes next to the laptop on the table.

Pam sighed wondering when Lisa had become like this. She had always had a serious hard working side to her and she had always been responsible, but where had she learned this efficiency, this organisation? Had she taught herself or had it been something she had picked up at home? She wasn’t really sure. Her mind drifted to the note and she tried to imagine someone holding Lisa in their arms, kissing her, and... doing whatever else it was they had wanted to do. She tried the image with a boy, and then she tried it with a girl. Both seemed incongruous.

Who could it be, and had Lisa taken any notice? Was she curious or was she intending to ignore the advance? And if she didn’t ignore it was there an intention to pursue it. Pam had ignored boys practically until she had got to university and even then she had been cautious. She had not wanted her studies to be distracted. Would Lisa do the same?

She studied her daughter as she worked, and tried to see her as her friends at school might see her. Her blonde hair was dragged back over her shoulders; her face was pale and features classically sculpted; her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and her lips were pursed in concentration. Small nose and small ears added to the overall impression of a girl who was quite beautiful. Only recently had Lisa begun showing the first signs of feminine curves due to her late development and she knew that the small bulge of her breasts was only apparent due to the padded training bras she had bought for her daughter. Lisa was however now finally showing some indication that she was developing and there was no doubt that the padded training bra she was currently wearing was drawing attention to her chest in her cotton dress. Pam nodded to herself; she could see how Lisa would be very appealing to her peers of either sex even though she was still almost flat chested. She had to concede that Paul was just as attractive and that he too would be an object of desire to his peers if he didn’t put them off with his moodiness, immature attitude and difficult behaviour.

Pam looked up, but Lisa didn’t, when Paul trudged reluctantly back to the kitchen. He dropped his pad down on the table “Finished” he said.

“One minute” said Lisa, without pausing in her work.

“You said an hour and it’s been an hour” complained Paul “I’m not waiting around for you.”

Lisa’s eyes flicked up to the kitchen clock and back down to her laptop; she did not stop typing “It’s been an hour and ten minutes. You’re late” she said, her tone entirely neutral “And you’ll do as you’re told!”

Pam smiled. Lisa seemed to be handling this really well.

Paul frowned and shuffled his feet. He turned away from the table “I’ll be upstairs” he said.

“No you won’t” said Lisa, her voice entirely calm and confident “You’ll be waiting right here.”

Paul hesitated, half turned back, and then moved away from the table.

“Don’t push it, Paul” said Pam “If it was me I’d have spanked you already.”

“I’m not!” said Paul, full of sulky reluctance “I can get a glass of water, can’t I?” He changed direction towards the sink.

“He’s getting a spanking” said Lisa “Just later on. It’s scheduled in”

Paul half turned his head, a sneer on his lips, but he didn’t say anything.

Pam nodded with a smile; that was very good news. She watched Paul get a glass from the cupboard. Her eyes dropped to his bottom; the way it curved beautifully outwards in his jeans; covered in trendy yellow lettering. She wondered what it would look like, if it would be possible to combine the two, with the yellow writing on the background of redness of a thorough spanking. It had an aesthetic appeal all of its own.

Lisa finished typing with a flourish, sighed, and then her finger slid back and forth on the touchpad before clicking the button a few times. She sat back in her chair and frowned slightly, looking up at her mother “I’ve sent it to print” she said.

Pam smiled; getting closer “Good” she said, encouragingly “I’ll fetch it in a minute.”

“Thanks, mum” said Lisa, before turning to Paul.

Paul stood with his back to the room, drinking from the glass he had filled. It was a dangerous posture, showing his handsome bottom to the room “Paul, come here please, we need to go through your notes” said Lisa.

“They’re on the table” said Paul, not turning or moving.

“Sarah Collins is coming over later Paul, do you want me to have to spank you when she’s here?” said Lisa. She avoided any hint of threat or intimidation in her voice; speaking as though she was asking him whether he wanted to watch TV or not.

Paul bit his upper lip and turned. This was getting ridiculous. It really was time he called her bluff. He marched back to the table with his half full glass. As soon as he was stood beside the table, Lisa picked up his notes. She scanned them quickly. Pam held her breath wondering whether Paul had done a good job or not.

“Did you do the reading?” asked Lisa, looking up at her brother.

“Yeh” said Paul “Obviously!”

“I don’t believe you” said Lisa “This is appalling. Do you even have a clue what an essay plan is?”

Paul frowned and sniffed “Everyone does it differently. That’s the way that works best for me.”

“Not good enough” said Lisa “And even if the organisation was, where’s the detail?”

“It’s all there!” said Paul “That’s what I have to do! You wouldn’t know anyway!”

Pam was very impressed with the way Lisa was not getting cross or heated. She was clearly not going to get sucked in and engage on Paul’s level. She was remaining calm and confident.

“What about the dates, Paul? What about the Convocation of the Estates General? You haven’t mentioned Absolute Monarchy. What about the Tennis Court Oath, the epic march on Versailles? And that’s just the start” said Lisa, looking up at him with an expression of deep disappointment “I don’t think you’ve done the reading at all.”

“I have!” lied Paul “God’s sake! Those are just the brief notes - the rest’s in my head. That just gives me something to go off, that’s all.”

“Tell me about the Convocation of the Estates General, then!” said Lisa, sitting forward, elbows on the table.

“We’re wasting time!” protested Paul, his face angry “I should be getting on. I’ve got an essay to write, you know!”

Lisa pushed her chair back from the table “You’re already getting a spanking, Paul, for being late - twice. I was going to save it until bedtime, but... it looks like you’re quite intent on having it now.” She turned her chair sideways to the table and patted her lap “Do you want to take your trousers and pants down, or would you rather me do it?”

Paul’s face coloured “Yeh, right!” he said, swallowing hard and feeling very nervous.

“Do you want to tell me?” said Lisa.

“It was at the beginning” he blagged “It was a convocation... of... the Estates General... he uh... it was important for the start of the revolution.”

Lisa lifted both eyebrows and shook her head “You haven’t done any of the reading, have you?”

“I did!” insisted Paul “I just... I can’t remember it all now. It’s in the book, I’ll look it up as I go along.”

Lisa didn’t change her expression or tone “Are you going to take your trousers and pants down now, Paul, or am I going to do it for you?” she asked.

Paul sighed heavily “No” he said, shaking his head “It’s not happening, Lisa, so get off your stupid power trip and get that into your thick head!”

Pam decided to step in “Paul, listen to me very carefully. Traditional Values applies to all boys and girls under sixteen years of age. You are going to have to get used to the idea that Lisa is now in charge and she can strip and spank you anytime she wants to, not to mention other much worse punishments.”

Paul continued to shake his head, his face reddening by the second. How were these things even possible?

“If you won’t do as your sister tells you to, I am going to strip you totally naked and I will spank you until you cry, in front of your sister and your brother, not to mention the trip we’ll then be taking next door to see Mavis Cater, and as I said before - that trip will be done with you completely naked. Don’t think I’m bluffing, Paul, because if you do you are in for one hell of a shock.”

Paul gaped at his mother in complete disbelief. The horrible thing was that there was something in her voice; her eyes; her posture, that made him believe her. As impossible as it was to accept what she was saying he was now growing very doubtful. His stomach turned over and he gulped. He held his breath for a few seconds while he tried to decide what to do. Could he take the risk of being wrong? The cost would be terrible.

“She can spank me, but I’m not taking my trousers down” he said at last.

“You don’t have that option, Paul” said Pam “This isn’t a negotiation.”

“If you aren’t going to do as you’re told” said Lisa, calmly “I’m going to have to have you take off all your clothes for your spanking and you will remain without them for the rest of the evening. I will also have you in my room while you write your essay so that I can keep an eye on you.”

Paul’s mouth dropped open. He felt trapped between two appalling possibilities.

“Alright, but not my pants. I’m keeping those on!” said Paul, his confidence evaporating rapidly.

“And don’t forget that Sarah will be here later” said Lisa.

Paul swallowed heavily and he felt faint. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling his body trembling as a surge of adrenalin took hold of him.

“All we’re asking you to do” said Pam, in a reasonable voice, tinged with highlights of excitement “Is work hard and behave yourself a little bit better. Just do as your sister asks and you can avoid all this. Otherwise, Paul, I can promise you it is going to get extremely embarrassing and painful for you. It’s up to you, it really is.”

Paul dropped his head forward and down; his blonde hair fell back over his forehead, hiding his face a little. He shivered and felt sick. He didn’t know what to do; he really didn’t. Suddenly he felt there might just be an out here; there might just be an escape “Okay, alright.... I’ll do as Lisa says, and I’ll work hard and behave myself. I promise. But... let’s start again and... I didn’t realise... I didn’t know you were actually serious, so... play fair and... I’ll be good then. Okay?”

Pam looked over at Lisa, hoping she wasn’t going to back down. She didn’t feel that giving in to Paul now would be wise, but she also knew it would be a great disappointment. She was really looking forward to this now.

“Good” said Lisa “So, are you taking them down, or am I?”

“No, what I’m saying is... let’s start again and forget what’s already happened, because... because it’s not really fair, is it? Not when I didn’t know you really meant it” said Paul, his voice cracking in desperation.

“Let me see” said Lisa, “You were clearly told we were serious about implementing the return to traditional values at our house at dinner, she then turned to her side and picked up Paul’s essay plan “Then after that, no reading as instructed, and an abysmal essay plan. To let that go, Paul would not be fair, it would be to do you a great disservice. Tell me, what were you doing instead of working on this?”

“I was... I was reading and thinking about it, and... and I’ve got a headache. I don’t feel very well” said Paul, sounding miserable.

“You were playing that game” said Pam “I heard you when I went upstairs to pack your dad’s bag and when I came down again.”

“No... it was on... in the background... but I wasn’t really playing it” said Paul.

“Paul” said Lisa, quietly “I don’t think mum and I can wait any longer. I now want you take your shirt off as well as take your trousers and underpants down! You need to decide, if you do it or let mom do it for you?”

Paul let out a moan of self-pity “Lisa... mum...” he wailed.

End Part 1

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