Designated Spanker

Designated Spanker 2

By Red Rover

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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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Sunday was a special day at the Morgan house. Roberta Morgan was a much-celebrated hostess in the community and a superb cook. The house was enormous for a family of four. It had been built by George Morgan’s father, a wealthy merchant, for a family that included nine children and several maiden aunts.

In addition to hosting numerous parties and meetings of community groups, the Morgans had traditionally put on a lavish Sunday Brunch for 15-20 people in the huge dining room. Though the Morgans were no longer in the trade, they were still well off and could afford to be gracious hosts.

As usual, the family awakened around seven for a light breakfast at seven-thirty. Vikki had decided that Dana would wear what everybody called her “baby pajamas” for the time being, while the others dressed in their normal casual clothing for the morning chores. Roberta was busy with the Sunday baking and cooking for the noon Brunch, the girls cleaned up the communal areas and their own bedrooms.

Around ten thirty, Roberta called Vikki to her bedroom and closed the door. “We need to talk,” she said in a low voice. Plainly puzzled, Vikki nodded and sat down next to her mother on the bed.

“I have gotten phone calls from several women in my charity group and they have a proposal they want you to consider,” Roberta said. “I have promised them nothing except that I would talk to you about it. And I won’t ask you to commit yourself one way or the other today. I just want you to think seriously about it, OK?”

“Sure, Roberta, I will talk to them about it – whatever it is,” Victoria promised. “And what IS it exactly?”

Roberta took a deep breath. “After yesterday’s meeting they want you to consider taking over the discipline of their daughters, like you do with Kathy and Dana.”

Victoria looked intrigued and apprehensive at the same time. “Just the girls, not the boys and not the way it is here?”

“Not the whole household, no,” Roberta clarified. “And if you don’t want to do the boys, that’s fine too. They are mostly concerned about the girls. None of these girls have fathers in the home regularly and their mothers are just like me, small and weak and not really able to maintain order.”

“You’re not all that small or weak,” Vikki protested. “It’s just that discipline is not your kind of thing. But I couldn’t possibly manage more than one household. I mean, I’m only fifteen and there’s a lot of stuff I don’t know about yet.”

“I know, honey, and I wouldn’t ask you to take on that much responsibility. “ Roberta said. “But nobody except us and Mr. Collins knows that you are actually in charge of the whole household.”

“Yes, and I’d need to talk to Mr. Collins before I made a final decision anyway. I don’t know what the legal complications would be if I started spanking other kids.”

“I called him before I talked to you,” Mrs. Morgan said. “He said that as long as the girls were under 21 and living at home, there should be no problems. You do have a legal baby sitters license and this could be construed as ‘child care’ as long as the mothers agree. He will be here around noon, so you can talk to him before the brunch.”

“OK. I will think about it.” Victoria smiled. “As much as some of those mothers need spanking, I don’t think I am up to doing it.”

Roberta chuckled, “Well you don’t seem to have any trouble handling me and the girls now.”

“True, but you guys are family and you are used to it. And it started off gradually enough so that we could all get used to it over a period of time. It would be too big of a load to drop on them - or me, for that matter – all at once. And I don’t spank you.”

Roberta hugged her daughter, “I am so proud of you Victoria, I could shout it from the rooftops.”.

Vikki giggled, “Don’t do that or they will be whispering and pointing every time you walk into the supermarket!”

Roberta laughed. “Well I better get back to my cooking before something catches fire.”

“OK, baby,” Victoria smiled and gave her mother a hug and a swat on the bottom.

The lawyer, Frank Collins, arrived around eleven thirty. He and Vikki went into her office and had a long private conference. The other girls realized that something was going on, but Roberta said nothing.

The office conference was interrupted by the sounds of a quarrel in the kitchen. Loud voices were followed by louder curses and the sound of smashing dishes. Roberta burst into Vikki’s office in tears and pleaded, “Help me, Vikki. They’re killing each other out there!”

Victoria and the two adults went down to the kitchen where Kathy and Dana stood glaring at each other. Several broken dishes were strewn around and the glass on one cabinet was shattered.

“All right, you brats, what’s going on?” Vikki demanded.

Both girls immediately said, “She started it.” This was followed by a series of mostly incoherent accusations and counteraccusations.

“Shut up, you twits!” Vikki stormed. “You are acting like a couple of six-year-olds. Both of you go to your rooms and change into your baby jammies, no underwear. Be in the living room in five minutes or you will be bare-bottomed for the rest of the day.”

The two girls dashed for the stairs, still jabbering at each other. Vikki and her mother surveyed the damage. “It looks worse than it is,” Roberta sighed. “Just a few cheap dishes and the broken cabinet window.”

“What got into them on Sunday of all days?” Vikki asked, reaching down to gather up some of the rubble.

“Lord only knows,” Roberta sighed again. I was in the cellar getting some canned fruit when it started. By the time I got upstairs, they were already throwing things.”

“Sorry, Frank,” Victoria said. “I’ll need a few minutes to deal with the brats.”

“No problem, Vikki,“ Frank Collins smiled. “I’ll just help myself to some coffee and maybe a couple of cookies. Your mother should start a bakery.”

Roberta beamed, “Thank you Mr. Collins, Try a slice of that mince pie – I know it’s your favorite.”

Meanwhile, Dana and Kathy had made it back down to the living room and stood sheepishly in their “baby jammies.” The jammies were the sort of thing you would expect a 6-7-year-old girl to wear, with little baby animal pictures and cute flowers. Dana’s were pink and Kathy’s were yellow. They both had built-in slippers and a gap of several inches between the hem of the tops and the waistbands. They were also slightly too large for the girls’ hips and waists. The bottoms were held up by two small cloth strips in the front, but sagged in the back, exposing an embarrassing amount of the girls’ bottom cheeks. A neutral observer would swear that neither girl was over 9-10 years old.

“OK, children, over the couch back,” Vikki said sternly. “And hold hands.”

As the two girls moved to comply, Vikki pulled apart the Velcro strips on the jammies front, causing the backs to droop even more. She then pulled down the pants to reveal both girls’ bare bottoms. Dana and Kathy cringed and whimpered as their pants descended to their ankles.

“OK, kids, hold that pose,” Vikki directed. “I’ll be right back.’ She went to her office and returned with a wooden spanking paddle about two feet long, three inches wide and a half inch thick.

She bounced the paddle casually on Dana’s quivering bottom, which still displayed a few bruises from yesterday’s spanking. Dana winced and moaned.

“OK, naughty little girls. You are each getting ten strokes from the paddle. If you try to raise up off the couch or release the other girl’s hand, you will get two extra strokes, Is that clear, Kathy?”

“Yes,” Kathy muttered.

WHACK – Kathy jumped and yelped.

“Yes, what”

“Yes, ma’am” Kathy choked out between gritted teeth.

“Is it clear to you Dana?”

“Yes ma’am,” Dana said quickly, “Permission to ask a question, ma’am?”

“What’s the question?”

“Do we have to count the spanks or thank you for them?”

“No, I’ll be generous with you this time,” Vikki smiled. “Just stay in place and take your punishment like brave little children. Oh, and put these towels under your chins, we don’t want any damage to the couch. If you drool or cry too hard.”

Victoria wound up and delivered a sharp SMACK to Dana’s bottom. Dana gasped and kicked up one leg but did not rise, This was followed by a similar smack on Kathy’s bottom with similar results.

Vikki spanked slowly and steadily, alternating bottoms. By the sixth stroke, both victims were sobbing, squirming and twisting their hips in unison. On the eighth stroke, Kathy stood up and bellowed in pain. Fortunately, she didn’t let go of Dana’s hand.

“That’s two extra strokes, Kathy,” Vikki snapped. “Try to control yourself.” She delivered the two penalty strokes in rapid succession, causing Kathy to yelp and burst into tears.

By the time the spanking was over, both girls were bawling uncontrollably as the tears, drool and snot ran down their faces into the towels.

“OK girls, spanking is over,” Vikki announced. “Now you two remain in position until the doorbell rings and then you run into the downstairs bathroom, pull up your jammies, wash your faces and go back to the kitchen to help your mother serve our guests. I’ll be in my office with Mr. Collins if you need me.

Unfortunately for the two humiliated girls, the first luncheon guests did not bother with the doorbell. Alison Edwards, her mother and her 17-year-old sister, Mandy came bursting through the unlocked door and announced their arrival. They all laughed as they spotted the two bare red bottoms draped over the couch.

“Wow, the party started early,“ Mandy chortled. “Don’t they look cute like that?”

“See, I told you they were still getting spanked,” Alison said with a giggle.

“Now girls, don’t tease them,” Mrs. Edwards said. “Just be glad it’s not YOUR bottoms on display.”

“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.” Mandy snorted.

Victoria came out of her office just then and called to her mortified sisters still draped over the couch. “OK, girls, you can get up now.”

The girls jumped up, sobbing and scampered for the bathroom as their friends continued to giggle at the sight of their bouncing bare bottoms.

END OF PART 2

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