Happy Valley PTA

Happy Valley PTA 2

By Red Rover

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HAPPY VALLEY PTA, Part 2

By Red Rover

The family scrambled into the van with the kids in the back and the adults in front. Karen winced as her sore bottom hit the vinyl seat. "Fasten your seatbelts, kids," Uncle Earl directed firmly.

They drove a few miles and pulled into the parking lot of a large supermarket. "OK, everybody out,” Earl ordered. "Gotta pick up a load of grub."

"Can I stay in the car, please?" Karen begged.

"Nope, everybody goes in and helps, get your butt out here right now."

Karen climbed slowly out of the van. "But all those people will see me in my panties,” she whined. "You are a nasty old man and I hate you!"

Earl reached back for the hairbrush and yanked Karen's panties down. "You are a slow learner, little girl," he rumbled. "But you WILL learn to obey and without whining."

The big man put his left foot on a planter box and hoisted the terrified girl over his knee without effort.

"SMACK.” The hairbrush descended with full force onto her already blistered bottom. Karen howled in anguish as he spanked her a half-dozen times, distributing the spanks evenly over her bottom and thighs. He set her down beside the car and the red-bottomed teen performed a vigorous "spank dance" around the parking lot to the amusement of a dozen or so customers and the dismay of the other children.

When she had settled down somewhat, Earl grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them back up. Not settling for their normal position, he pulled them tightly into her buttock crack so that virtually all of her crimson bottom cheeks were on display. "Now, you behave or I'll take off my belt, little girl, do you understand?”

"Y-y-y-yes, sir," the blubbering girl managed to stammer out as her equally red facial cheeks ran with tears.

"Good. I hope you other kids are learning something as well." Two pale and terrified faces nodded in instant agreement. Dressler pulled a sheaf of computer printouts and distributed one to Anita and one to each of the other children. "OK, everybody grab a basket and get everything on your lists. Meet me in front of the meat counter in ten minutes."

Anita and the four children scattered to hunt down their assigned goods. Karen was still sniveling and rubbing her bottom as she wandered through the aisles. From the smiles and snickers that followed her around, she knew that dozens of people were admiring her well-spanked bottom. Karen had not been spanked since she was eight years old and never in public. She was beginning to realize that the rules and customs in the Southwest were not the same as they had been in Massachusetts. If this had happened in Springfield, somebody would have called a cop by now or at least threatened to do so. But these people seemed to think it was normal, even amusing.

({I am so deep in shit! I was a big shot back in school in Springfield and now I'm like a baby all over again. And I can't even run away - no fucking road.})

When Karen finally found the Meat Department and handed Earl her basket of goodies, everybody else was already back there. He checked over her basket and frowned. "I told you to get the crunchy peanut butter, not the smooth. Ah well, close enough for your first time."

He gave her a smack on her bare bottom cheek which brought forth a yelp and a few chuckles from the shoppers. "OK, Anita take the other cart and let’s head for checkout. Kids, follow along and don't wander off."

({Damn, he talks like we were all five years old, I hate that old bastard.})

They checked out and each youngster was given a bag or two to carry as they trudged back to the van and loaded the groceries. Fortunately for Karen's modesty, there were no more stops on the way home.

As they pulled into the Dresslers' driveway, the three Wilson kids gasped at the size of the house. "This is your house, Uncle Earl?" Ted asked incredulously. "It's a mansion!"

"More like a big old farmhouse," Earl smiled. "This was a farm back in the 1920's and the guy who built it had seven kids, his parents, two maiden aunts and couple of hired men living in it. It has ten bedrooms and five baths, so all you kids will have your own room. And that still leaves Eric and Danny's rooms for guests."

"Wow, that is HUGE," Amber enthused. "And I can get away from Karen's snoring."

"I do NOT snore, you little twit,” Karen said in exasperation. "Stop telling people that, it's embarrassing."

"Well, it doesn't matter now," Carla said practically. "You can both snore your heads off and not bother each other."

"OK, let’s get all this stuff into the pantry and your suitcases up to your rooms and we can relax with some lemonade," Earl said. "I know you're all tired from the trip so i ordered pizza for dinner."

After all the cargo was stowed, they all settled around the spacious living room and enjoyed cookies and lemonade. Ted had a question. "Uncle Earl, back at the station, you said you were our legal guardian. I didn't hear about that before."

Earl glared at Anita who paled and looked scared. "You didn't tell them ANYTHING?" he growled.

"I, I, I…. didn't want to upset them," she stammered. "I mean moving was traumatic enough and I didn't want to upset them any more."

"So, you left it up to Big Brother Earl to do the hard part. Girl, you haven't grown up at all in the past twenty years have you?"

Anita bit her lip and said nothing.

"Well, we'll deal with your irresponsibility later, young lady," Earl said ominously. "These kids need to know where they stand and what is expected of them. Frank let you get away with everything, but I am not that easy to wheedle your way around. You know that and now the kids are going to have to learn it the hard way as Karen already has."

"This is gonna be hard for you to listen to, but you have to know it now." He glared at Anita again and she shivered in fear. "When your father's plane went down, the Navy gave your mother a big chunk of money to help raise you kids, along with a monthly survivor's pension. Well she managed to blow the whole chunk of money in three years and since she couldn't keep a job and was deep in debt, the pension was not enough to raise three kids, especially in the style she was trying to maintain."

"So, she had to sell the house in Springfield to pay off most of the debts. I agreed to take her in and raise you kids, since she is obviously too immature for the job. So, we signed the paperwork making me the primary guardian for all of you until you turn 21. Not only that, but she also signed the paperwork to make me HER legal guardian as well, since she can't take care of herself. That makes all four of you MY children for all practical purposes."

The three children were stunned and Anita started sobbing quietly in her chair. Karen's dismay rapidly turned into anger. "You let me get my ass beat twice because you were too chicken to tell me the truth," she wailed in anguish. "I was humiliated before dozens of people I may have to live with for the next six years because you were too wimpy to 'upset" us?'"

She stood up and turned around. "Look at my ass, you little coward! That's all our fault! If you had just told me that Uncle Earl was in charge and that he spanked kids at the drop of a hat, I could have shut my big mouth and gone along with the program."

Anita sobbed even louder and cringed in her chair. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you, it's all my fault, I am a lousy mother."

Earl put his hand gently on Karen's shoulder. "Sit back down, child," he said gently. "Your mother is not evil, just weak. And she is going to be punished for what she got you into, you can be sure of that. And her adult status has been revoked inside this house."

"If you haven't figured it out yet, the Valley is a patriarchal society and I am the family patriarch. I determine what the rules are and the punishment for violating the rules. In most cases, as you have seen the penalty is usually a bare bottom spanking. And that spanking can be administered any place at any time at my sole discretion. You saw this afternoon that the other people around made no objection to my spanking Karen. That is the way it works here in the Valley."

"Tell them about the PTA, Daddy," Carla suggested.

"Yes, I was coming to that," Earl said.

At that point, the doorbell rang. "That will be the pizzas," Earl said. "We will continue the discussion after dinner. And, Anita, after you finish eating, you will go upstairs and get ready for your punishment. I will give you fifteen minutes to do whatever you need to do to get ready. When I get to your room you will be wearing nothing but your pajama tops.”

Anita started crying again. "I'm forty-four years old, I shouldn't have to be punished like a child."

"Then you should act like an adult. Right now, your mental age is about thirteen and you are going to be treated accordingly." Earl lectured. "And if I get any more back talk you will get your spanking right here in the living room with your kids watching. Is that clear?'

Yes, sir," the distraught woman sobbed.

After the pizza was finished, Anita ran upstairs to prepare for her spanking while the children cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the living room.

“You kids can watch TV for a while,” Earl stated. “Carla knows which shows she is allowed to watch, so she is in control tonight. We will work out a list later that will be suitable for everybody. I’ll be back down in a half hour or so.”

Earl left the children and walked up the massive stairway to the second-floor bedroom assigned to Anita. He knocked politely and waited until the door opened and a reluctant Anita stood before him, dressed only in a flowered pajama top that looked like it was made for a preteen child. Anita was a small woman and looked much younger than her actual age. In this childish costume, she looked almost like a twelve-year-old, complete with the flushed cheeks and tears brimming in her eyes. She had even pulled her longish hair back into a pony tail for the event.

Her brother wasted no time, sitting on the end of the double bed and pulling his mortified younger sister over his lap. “I should have done this three years ago and we wouldn’t have had all these problems,” he said. In fact, Frank should have done this ten years ago when it was apparent that you had no intention of growing up.”

With that, the big man began to smack his trembling sister's bare bottom with his huge hand. He started slowly but methodically, speeding up the spanks and increasing their force as the spanking went on. After a few minutes, Anita's bottom and thighs were bright red and she was kicking, squirming and bawling at the top of her lungs. Finally, he paused and rested his hand on her scorched bottom. "All right, bring me the hairbrush now."

Anita had calmed down momentarily as the spanking stopped but burst out in tears again at the mention of the word "hairbrush." "Please, Earl," she whimpered, "Don't use the hairbrush, my bottom is soooo sore. I can't stand any more."

Earl gave an evil chuckle, "You can and you will. This is just the warmup for your FIRST spanking. If you don’t behave, there will be more to come.”

Earl smacked the heavy hairbrush full force into the center of Anita's already scarlet left bottom cheek. She howled in pain and kicked off the dangling sock. Another hard smack to her right cheek brought another howl and nearly cleared her other foot of its sock. Earl paused, removed the remaining sock and repositioned the bawling child-woman over his left knee and pinned her legs with his right leg. This prevented her from kicking and also presented her bottom to the maximum exposure for the fearsome hairbrush. Dressler applied the hairbrush relentlessly to the exposed bottom cheeks which were now dark purple with huge bruises in the center of each cheek. He also coverer the sit spots and her upper thighs which elicited even more high-pitched howls and screeches. Finally, the howling, bawling and squirming came to a halt and she lay limp over his knee in total submission, making only a few low-pitched moans, a few hiccups and some little animal noises.

Earl let her cry over his lap for a few minutes. When her breathing had returned to normal, he helped her up and assisted her to lie tummy-down on her bed. “Ok, little one,” he said in a kindly voice. “It’s over for now. Just rest for a bit, maybe get a little nap. I’ll send Carla up with some aloe cream for your bottom after a while. Then you can put on your pajamas and come down and join us in the living room.”

Earl gently stroked his sister’s hair and then walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. From the hallway, the girl/woman’s sobs were barely audible, but he was sure the children had heard their mother’s spanking and her yelps of pain. When he got to the living room, the four youngsters were sitting quietly pretending to watch some kiddie show.

He sat down in the large “Daddy Chair” and addressed the apprehensive group. “I have just given your mother a very serious spanking. It’s not the first and it probably won’t be the last. I know it comes as a shock to you – you are used to thinking of her as an adult. But that is the way it will have to be until she comes to accept adult responsibility.”

“Now I want you kids to go upstairs to your rooms, unpack your stuff and get into your pajamas. I know it’s nowhere near your bedtimes, but it has been a long and dramatic day for you. But we have other stuff to discuss and I want your mother to have time to get herself together. Carla will show you where the bathrooms are and all the things you need to settle in. If you need something and don’t see it, just ask Carla. She has worked her little butt off getting everything ready for you guys and I am very proud of her. All of you be back here at 8:30 and we will have a discussion about how things are going to be as a family for the future.”

Carla stood up, “OK guys, I’ll show you where everything is and tell you what you need to know and do.”

End of Part 2

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