Happy Valley PTA

Happy Valley PTA 1

By Red Rover

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HAPPY VALLEY PTA, Introduction

By Red Rover

Time Period: 1990’s

Location, Happy Valley a town in the US Southwest

Characters:

Anita Wilson, (44), Widow. Children: Karen (15), Teddy (12) and Amber (10)

Earl Dressler, (48) Widower. Anita’s brother. Children: Daniel (24), Eric (21), Carla (14)

Anita Wilson’s husband was killed in an airplane crash three years ago. She has been living in Springfield, Massachusetts with her three children. But her husband’s insurance has run out and the Navy widow’s pension she still receives makes it impossible to continue living in such a high-cost area. She has also undergone an unspecified mental health problem, so her brother, Earl, has been appointed as her guardian as well as that of the three children. As the narration begins, the Wilson family has just arrived at a railroad station in a remote Idaho town, where they are about to embark on an old narrow-gauge railroad for the small town of Happy Valley, where Earl now occupies the family home where Anita grew up. Earl’s older sons are away in college and the Army and only his daughter, Carla, is still living at home.

HAPPY VALLEY PTA, Part 1

By Red Rover

Karen Wilson was bored and cranky. The sullen 15-year old sat on the hard bench at the railroad station and whined as usual. "This is the stupidest thing you've ever done, Mother, making us leave our nice house in Springfield and move into this stupid town in this stupid valley that doesn't even have a stupid fucking road going to it."

Her mother bristled. "Watch your mouth, young lady. Your Uncle Earl will not put up with potty-mouthed kids and I don't like it either."

"Right, like I care whatever the fuck you and Earl think. And I am not a kid any more, dammit, so stop treating me like one," the surly teen snapped.

"Chill out, Karen," her 12-year-old brother cautioned. "It's a done deal and we can't do anything about it. Besides, I've never ridden on a train before, it could be kinda cool."

"Yeah, if 'cool' means noisy, slow and obsolete, it might be cool, " the girl replied. "And you always were a suck-up, Teddy-bore."

Ten-year-old Amber sighed as her older siblings squabbled again. at least they weren't picking on her this time.

"I have explained this time after time, Karen," Anita Wilson sighed. "Your father's insurance money is gone and the survivor benefits from the Navy just aren't enough to support us in Massachusetts with taxes and prices being what they are. Uncle Earl has a big house with only him and your cousin Carla rattling around in it. And the town has a great school system with no crime, no slums and no pollution. Amber probably won't even have to have an air filter in her room and maybe she can stop taking her shots and asthma medication."

"Yeah, it's always 'poor little Amber'," Karen grumbled. "Nobody gives a shit about what Karen needs or wants. I leave all my friends and everything so she can stop taking a few dumb pills."

Ted laughed. "Like you ever had any friends that weren't on dope, pregnant or headed for reform school," he sneered.

Karen was about to retort in kind when the station master announced, "Express to Happy Valley. Now Boarding on Track #1."

Anita laughed. "Talk about delusions of grandeur. There's only one track and the only trains that run on it go to Happy Valley and back."

They gathered their suitcases and boarded the train. There was no problem finding seats, the cars were clean and the seats were comfortable. "The train is neat, but why don't they build a road into Happy Valley?' Ted wanted to know.

"Well there was a road here when your grandparents moved here, but it washed out in a dam accident when your Uncle Earl was four and I wasn't even born yet." Anita replied. "The town couldn't afford to rebuild the bridges then so they decided to just get by with the railroad. Of course, there is a small airport, too, so they can get in and out of town fast if there is an emergency. It's only an hour by helicopter to Cedar Falls and they have a big hospital there. In fact, I was born there."

"So, how do we get our car back?" Karen queried. "Or do we just use a horse and buggy?"

"Cars come in on the railroad, just like all the other big stuff," her mother replied. "Ours will probably arrive on the Thursday train. Meanwhile Uncle Earl will take care of us. But the town is pretty small, so you kids will probably use bicycles most of the time."

"Bicycles?" Karen said in disgust. "Bicycles are for kids. You were gonna teach me how to drive the car."

"I'm sorry, honey," her mother responded, "But in this state you have to be 16 to get a learner's permit."

"Well, fuck that!" Karen exclaimed. She failed to notice several people in nearby seats reacting to her words, but her mother did.

"Karen, you can't use cuss words in the Valley,” she explained in a low voice. "It is a very traditional place and the people don't put up with foul language from kids - or even from adults in public."

"Screw them," Karen muttered, but in a low voice.

The two-hour train ride was uneventful - at least for Karen who spent the whole time sulking. Her siblings were fascinated by the mountain scenery and their mother was happy to point out highlights.

At the Happy Valley station, they were met by Earl Dressler and his 14-year-old daughter Carla.

Earl happily embraced Anita. "It's great to see you, little sister," the big man rumbled. "It's been almost eight years. And the kids sure have grown. You all remember Carla, of course, but she's grown a bit, too."

He hugged each of the children and Carla did the same. Karen accepted his hug, but went stiff when Carla hugged her and almost pushed her away. Anita frowned but Earl seemed oblivious.

Anita smiled at her older brother. "We are really grateful that you are taking us in like this," she said. "How are your boys doing?"

"Well Eric is back at Perdue for his senior year. He should be in Vet school next year if he keeps his grades up. Danny is still in the Army at Fort Sill. He made Captain last year and loves his job as company commander." Earl smiled. “Great kids, both of them. And, of course, I have my hands full with Carla without the boys to keep an eye on her."

"I'm not THAT much trouble, Daddy," The girl protested, but with a grin on her face.

"Of course not, pumpkin," her father beamed, ruffling her hair.

{Great, now I have to put up with that little twit. She probably chews grass stems and hunts frogs at the 'crick' like Opie. Pigtails, even and that dress is out of the Forties. And she'll probably want me to be her big sister. I could just barf.}

Karen looked around at the small station. There were about 30 children of various ages and a dozen or so adults standing around observing the newcomers. "What is this, the fucking Fourth of July parade?" she asked sullenly. "Haven't these kids ever seen a train before?"

Earl frowned. "Watch your mouth, young lady, we don't use that kind of language here."

"Well get used to it, Uncle. I say and do whatever the hell I want. And who died and made you the fucking King of the Valley?" Karen snapped.

Earl turned to Anita in fury. "What kind of mother are you, raising foul-mothed kids with no respect for adults? We will deal with that when we get home, young lady."

Anita turned pale but said nothing. Earl turned back to the defiant teen. "As for you. missy, you are going to learn the rules of behavior in Happy Valley the hard way. Now get those pants down and come here right now."

Karen gasped but did not move. "You can't take my pants down in public - or even in private. You're not my father and I'll have your sorry ass in jail if you even touch me."

The big man chuckled. "Wrong, little girl. I am your legal guardian and I can do whatever I want in the way of discipline which you very badly need. This is a new world with new rules and you are going to absorb them through your bare bottom if necessary."

With that he grabbed the front of Karen's low-cut jeans and yanked them so hard that the button flew off and the zipper tore out. Seating himself at a nearby bench, he pulled the tight jeans down below her knees, exposing her thong panties.

"What kind of 15-year-old child wears these kinds of panties?" he growled. He flipped the terrified girl over his knees and ripped the thong completely off in one quick motion.

Furious at having her bottom bared before dozens of people, the helpless teen could only scream and curse.

"Go get the hairbrush from the car, Carla,” he barked. His daughter jumped and dashed for the parking lot.

Earl brought his huge hand down across Karen's bare bottom. She screamed in rage, terror and pain but could do nothing as both her hands were pinned to her back by Earl's left hand. he continued to spank, raining swat after swat on her rapidly reddening bottom and thighs. The screams of rage turned to yelps of pain and humiliation and she was bawling her head off by the tenth spank. By the fortieth, she was beyond speech or even bawling as she lay limp and whimpering over his lap. In her whole life, Karen had never gotten more than a dozen spanks at a time and since her father's death, three years previously, she had not been spanked at all.

Now the spanking stopped and she tried to recover her breath to apologize, beg for mercy, promise better behaviour or whatever it took to stop the spanking. But it was not to be.

"That, my potty-mouthed little girl, was just the warmup,” the big man growled. "Now your REAL spanking starts."

"But she's had enough for now, Earl," her mother pleaded. "She's not used to being spanked."

Earl chuckled. "Little sister, she is going to get VERY well accustomed to having her bottom blistered. And so are you and the other kids. You were a brat when you were her age and it looks like you've raised another generation of brats. So, keep your mouth shut unless you want to follow her over my knee right here and now."

Anita flushed and looked around for sympathy. Seeing the broad smiles on the adults' faces, she knew it was hopeless and clutched her terrified younger children to her as though they could derive some kind of mutual protection.

"Okay, little girl, this is the Main Event,” Earl stated.

He lifted the heavy wooden hairbrush and brought it down resoundingly on the center of Karen's left bottom cheek. She screamed anew as the searing pain shot through her already blistered bottom. He continued at a deliberate pace, covering every inch of red, white and blue flesh with fresh spank marks. He spanked from the top of her buttocks down to her upper thighs, three inches below the creases. Finally, he forced apart her thighs and delivered a dozen smacks to the previously unmarked skin of her inner thighs which brought forth a new series of high pitched screams. When he finished, the girl lay limp and whimpering over his knees making little animal noises as tears, snot and saliva ran from her eyes nose and mouth and dripped onto the station platform.

"Carla, take off her shoes and pull those pants all the way off," he instructed his daughter. "Search the pockets for anything useful and then toss them in the garbage can over there. And throw that indecent thong in there too. We'll get her some decent clothes later."

As his daughter complied, Earl rubbed the back and bottom of his well-punished niece. After a few minutes she managed to control her breathing and the whimpering turned into little moans of pain.

"Can you stand up now?" her uncle asked.

"Y-y-y-yes, I think so, " the chastised teen replied in a very small voice. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I will be good, I promise."

"Promises made during or after a spanking don't mean much," her uncle replied grimly. "But we need to get you home and settled before we have a lengthier discussion. Carla, take off your panties."

"What, daddy?" The puzzled girl asked fearfully.

"Take off your panties, child," he snapped. "You have a long dress on and you don't need them. Karen needs to wear something on her way to the van."

Carefully avoiding exposing more than necessary, the young teen reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties, blushing furiously as she handed them to her father. Several spectators laughed as the "Supergirl" logo was flashed before them and Carla blushed even more.

"I'm sorry, baby,” her father consoled her. "I didn't know you were wearing those today. But I guess Karen will be more embarrassed at wearing them than you were."

He stood his niece on her feet and handed her the colorful blue panties. "Put these on and put your shoes back on so we can go home now."

Karen complied and winced as the too-tight panties rubbed on her sore bottom and thighs. Carla had smaller hips than Karen and so much of her bottom was still exposed, even with the panties in place. Walking through the fifty spectators to the parking lot with silly-looking panties and a sore red bottom was one of the most traumatic events in Karen's young life.

As the new family made its way to the Dressler van, Ted whispered to Carla, "is he always that mean?'

Carla whispered back, "No, he's normally quite fair, but hearing kids use bad language and showing disrespect really ticks him off big time."

She thought for a few seconds and said, "But you guys don't really know what you're getting into. Wait until the PTA meeting next week.

END OF PART 1

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