Jabs 3

By Verity

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Adrian Chopleigh could in some ways be considered unfortunate. Not because, as a lively boy going on thirteen, he still got his share of spankings - which were usually well-deserved. But his mother had recently found that Adrian’s sixteen-year-old sister was particularly skilled as a spanker (see Part 1), so it was now to her that this task was usually allocated.

Thus it might be that Adrian would reluctantly produce a note from school about cheek or bad behaviour. While his mother read it, her face would grow grim, and Adrian’s heart would sink. Then, folding up the note, Mrs Chopleigh would say shortly, ‘Susan, take Adrian upstairs, please.’

There was, incidentally, no reason why spankings could not be given right there and then – and they sometimes were – but the ritual element of the walk upstairs seemed to appeal to Adrian’s mother. Also, perhaps, the several minutes of anticipation for the young culprit.

In any case, Susan would take Adrian’s hand and walk him up to her bedroom. After a brief but ominous interval, Adrian’s mother would hear with approval the sharp sound of a firm palm smacking down repeatedly and very hard on a bare bottom, accompanied by Adrian yelling at the top of his voice. Shortly later, Adrian would be brought back downstairs, face flushed, hair and clothes mussed, still crying loudly and rubbing the rear of his school trousers. And that would be the end of the episode, except that Adrian’s mother would sometimes want to see his bottom to make sure it was sufficiently red.

But Mrs Chopleigh did wonder, sometimes, whether the spankings were sufficiently effective – and her fears were confirmed when she met Miss Cecilia McTavish, who was the music teacher in Adrian’s school. She already knew the teacher slightly, so they chatted over a cup of tea in the shopping centre. Very pleasant it was – until, in the course of the conversation, Miss McTavish mentioned that Adrian was sometimes difficult, in that he increasingly often answered back and was cheeky.

Mrs Chopleigh was furious. After he came home from school she angrily told Adrian what the music teacher had said. ‘You bring disgrace on me and the whole family,’ she raged. ‘Well, I’m going to put a stop to it. This evening, Adrian, Miss McTavish is coming round, and while she is here I will deal with you.’

Adrian turned cold all over. ‘You’re not going to give it to me on my BOTTOM in front of her, are you?’ he gasped.

‘No, not this time. We are simply going to talk about it.’

‘Oh, that’s all right.’ said the deeply relieved boy.

‘We are going to talk about it,’ continued his mother amiably, ‘While I am giving you your bath.’

‘WHAT??’

‘Yes, Adrian – I’m afraid your punishment will be for Miss McTavish to watch you being bathed – and perhaps you won’t feel quite such a smart boy after that! Incidentally, although I said ‘punishment’ it may also be good for you in teaching you not to be so shy. Now, finish your tea, because Miss McTavish will be here soon.’

In vain the horrified youngster begged and pleaded. The mere thought of being completely nude in front of his music teacher brought him out in goose-pimples all over. He only subsided when his mother told him that she might change her mind, and instead have Miss McTavish see him getting a severe bare-bottom strapping.

‘Is that what you want?’ she snapped. ‘To have Miss McTavish see you getting that, and see you crying and screaming?’

‘No, but – ‘

‘Well then, be quiet and finish your tea.’

‘Don’t want it.’

‘Please yourself,’ said his mother more mildly. ‘You can have some supper after your bath. In any case, isn’t that the doorbell?’

Seemingly the matter had already been discussed with Miss McTavish, who entered smiling amiably.

But as soon as his mother started unbuttoning his shirt, Adrian disgraced himself by starting to cry not to be nude in front of the teacher. But after only a minute or two, Mrs Chopleigh was briskly skinning down the last item – Adrian’s y-fronts – out of the grasp of his wildly clutching hands, and making him step out. His clothes were locked away so that there was no chance of his getting to them, then his mother walked him upstairs naked and scarlet-faced, Miss McTavish at Adrian’s mother’s request following with towels.

While the bath filled, Adrian was made to stand on the bath-mat facing his mother and teacher while his mother gave him a long lecture on his behaviour. While she did, she insisted that Adrian keep his hands clasped on top of his head – and the youngster noticed that, for most of the time, Miss McTavish’s eyes were fixed on one spot!

Then he was stood in the water while his mother soaped him thoroughly all over, using her bare palms. The nude schoolboy writhed and twisted - earning a smack or two – and then his mother asked Miss McTavish if she would like to help.

‘With pleasure!’

‘I’ll find you a sponge if you want,’ said Mrs Chopleigh, ‘But I always think that the best plan is bare hands on a bare boy! And you can get into all the nooks and crannies too.’

So,while his mother held him firmly, Miss McTavish hand-soaped Adrian’s back, his chest, his stomach – and then, with Mrs Chopleigh holding her 13-year-old son even more firmly, Miss McTavish vigorously soaped what Mrs Chopleigh called his ‘bits’ – while the boy writhed, bounced, twisted, kicked and shrieked.

‘Take your time, Miss McTavish,’ encouraged Adrian’s mother. ‘Use both hands - lift his willy and nuts right up, soap underneath and behind too. Take all evening to soap his bits, if you like!’

‘I won’t need quite that long!’ laughed the music teacher. ‘But I’ll certainly take my time.’

Adrian’s voice was quite husky with shrieking when his mother at last said, ‘And now his naughty botty,’ turning the youngster round. ‘And this will be a good chance to give him a good smack or two if he gives any trouble, Miss McTavish. And don’t hesitate – because having his teacher smack his bare bottom will be an extra disgrace for him, and perhaps do him some good.’

Adrian had to bend right forward, as far as he could, so that his bottom ‘opened right up’, in his mother’s words, and although the boy was quite accustomed to doing this when his mother bathed him, he once again felt embarrassingly exposed where his female teacher was concerned. But Mrs Chopleigh’s hand continued to press down hard on the bending boy’s back while Miss McTavish diligently soaped both his cheeks, rubbing hard deeply between; Adrian squealed, too, as he felt his teacher’s soaped fingertips stroking and massaging his sensitive bottom-hole, over and again.

Finally, before he was allowed to straighten up, the youngster was at his mother’s request given six firm bottom-smacks by Miss McTavish. ‘It would be a pity to waste the opportunity!’ said Adrian’s mother. ‘But if you wish you could also put him across your knee after he’s been dried – while he’s still bare, of course.’

Since Adrian certainly didn’t like the sound of this, he made a particular effort to be good while Miss McTavish dried him, turning, bending, lifting his arms on request...

But at this moment all realised that the bathroom door was open, and that Adrian’s older sister had come back from school. She was watching the proceedings with considerable amusement.

Slightly harassed, her mother snapped, ‘Do you see anything funny, Susan?’

‘Yes – hilarious, in fact,’ giggled Susan, eyes on the spectacle of her naked 13-year-old brother being dried all over by his teacher.

‘Well, try this for hilarious. I’m going to change the water, then you’re in the bath next – if Miss McTavish doesn’t mind helping with another cheeky kid!’

‘Certainly!’ smiled the teacher.

‘NO!!’ yelled Susan.

But as always Mrs Chopleigh would tolerate no argument. While her mother filled the bath, Susan was sent to leave all her clothes in her bedroom, and a few minutes later was back in the bathroom, pink-faced and as nude as her young brother.

Adrian was allowed to watch, sitting on the edge of the bath with his feet dangling in the water – and he finally began to enjoy the evening a little, as he watched his naked sister being thoroughly hand-soaped all over by his mother and teacher, just as he had been. He was especially intrigued by the way that Susan’s bottom quivered when it was smacked – which was fairly often, as she squirmed a lot.

The entertainment became even more fascinating for Adrian while Miss McTavish was soaping Susan’s chest and stomach, then working downwards and soaping ever more diligently. Suddenly Susan gasped, grabbed her teacher’s hand and began to work it up and down ever harder and faster. ‘Yes-yes-YES!!’ she started to shriek, ‘Don’t stop – don’t stop – DON’T STOP!!!’ Then, with a scream, she convulsed – and again and again...

Then, a few minutes later, the blushing and deeply mortified teenager was being dried by the two broadly smiling ladies.

‘Susan was always very - er - responsive in that way,’ her mother remarked. ‘I remember well how, when she got to be 13 or 14, she would sometimes orgasm when she was getting a bare-bottom spanking from her dad. She used to writhe on his knees a lot when she was getting it, you see. Her dad has a very hard hand!’

‘Oh, be quiet, Mum,’ pleaded the scarlet-faced Susan.

‘Another cheep out of you, young lady,’ warned her mother, ‘and you will go straight across Miss McTavish’s knee right here and now, and we’ll see if she can make you do it again – which I’m sure she can.’

Adrian thought that this would be even more fun to watch – but Susan, knowing that her mother meant it, quickly became silent.

Then the visit was almost over. The two young nudes were brought downstairs and, being still in disgrace, had to stand, pink-bottomed, facing the wall while the two ladies had tea.

‘We must do this again,’ said Mrs Chopleigh, pouring the best Earl Gray.

‘Thank you. I’d very much like to.’

‘Well, do come round again quite soon.’

‘Nuts to that,’ muttered Adrian.

‘What did you say?’ asked his mother sharply.

‘Nothing,’ said Adrian.

(The End)