The True Path Chapter 9

By Red Rover

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THE TRUE PATH

Major Characters

Hamilton Family: Fred (43) –electrician, Carol (41) – beautician. Children: Debbie (17), Eric (Ricky) (15) and Eddie (12)

Radcliffe Family: Jack (44) - Chief Constable, Edna (42) - Nurse practitioner. Children: Mark (17), Connie (15), Harry (12)

Martell Family: Marie (38) -- Cashier (widowed) Children: Jimmy (18), (Roxanne (13)

Warren Family Richard (51) -- Judge, Harriet (46) Lawyer. Children: Leslie (17), Bobbie (11), David (9)

Chapter 9

After lunch, the new family assembled in the spacious living room of Constable Radcliffe's mansion. Built by Jack's wealthy grandfather to accommodate a family of 12, it provided plenty of room for three extra kids, not to mention a large meeting room for the Church and Edna's medical clinic.

In his best parade-ground voice, the Constable opened the family meeting. "We have been through an ordeal this weekend and many things have changed. I have just gotten a phone call from your father and he says that your mother has settled in at the hospital and is still under sedation. He will be here in about an hour for the meeting with Judge Warren. He doesn’t know when you kids can come up to visit her. Quite candidly, she is likely to be there for some time, so your stay with us is going to be prolonged, I am afraid."

"Prolonged, maybe, but far from unpleasant, Uncle Jack,” Eric responded. We've always been at home here." Debbie and Eddie nodded approval.

"Thank you Eric," the big man beamed. "And by the way, you will be "Eric" and not "Ricky" from here on. As Mark pointed out yesterday, you are no longer a child after the events of this weekend." He sighed and continued. "Which brings up the point of family status. As of now, Mark and Eric are considered adults for all practical purposes. . I know that TP doctrine says that boys are children until age 18 and girls until age 21, but as Presiding Elder, I have the authority to make exceptions."

"Mark and Eric have full authority to give orders and deal out summary punishment as they see fit. Now that does NOT apply to formal punishment, which is reserved for parents. They are not your parents and cannot suspend your privileges, award you Bare Days or impose punishments beyond moderate spankings. If they choose to spank you they may use their hands, paddles or the hairbrush, in moderation. They may not use the strap or anything more severe without a direct order from Edna or me."

Which reminds me," He continued, "I understand that the Hamiltons did not have a structured system for spankings."

"No," Eric replied, laughing ruefully. "It was usually a case of "Get your pants down and get over my knee or whatever."

Radcliffe smiled. "Well we have a more structured system around here. Let me give you an example. Last week, we were part of a group working on a handicrafts project at the Parish Hall. Connie dropped something and broke it and said "Oh, Fuck" in a very loud voice. Unfortunately, there was a lull in the conversation at that point and everybody heard it."

"Yeah," Connie said despondently, wincing at the memory. "A dozen adults and at least two dozen kids."

"So I had no choice in the matter. I said, ‘Connie, get the paddle.' Connie, demonstrate exactly what you did then."

Connie frowned. "All of it?"

"Just like you did it in the Parish Hall -and just as quickly."

Connie dashed over to the corner where a small wooden paddle was hanging in an inconspicuous spot. She scampered back over to her father's chair, pulled down her pants and stood, bare-bottomed, with the paddle in her hands.

"In the actual event," her father continued, "I let her stand there for five minutes or so to let the anticipation build as she repented her error."

"And gave everybody a chance to get into position for a good look," Connie muttered.

Harry laughed - "Like they'd never seen your bare bottom before?"

Connie glared at her brother, but wisely refrained from further comment. When you are standing with a bare bottom next to an authority figure, it is not an appropriate time for smart-ass remarks.

Ignoring the byplay, "Jack continued, "So, after an appropriate interval, I said, 'Give me the paddle, Connie' and she did." He motioned to his daughter.

Connie sighed, handed the paddle to her father and climbed over his knees, presenting her bare bottom in an appropriate spanking position.

Radcliffe raised the paddle and brought it down with a sharp SMACK in the center of the girl’s bottom. Connie yelped and kicked her legs involuntarily.

"OUCH! I didn't think you were going to actually spank me again,“ she complained.

Jack chuckled, as did Mark and Eric. "That was for attitude adjustment,” he said, patting her bottom gently. "So I then proceeded to give her a moderate spanking for the next few minutes."

"Moderate to you, maybe,” Connie grumbled. "I thought my bottom was going to catch fire. OUCH!!"

Jack and the boys laughed again as the paddle smacked into her sit spot. "As you can see, Connie has a mouth and is not reluctant to use it. You will probably have to work on that."

Eric smiled, "I think we can figure out something."

Connie discovered that it is very difficult to glare at somebody effectively when you are face down and bare bottomed over another person's lap, but she tried to glare at her new "brother", which caused both boys to smile in anticipation.

"I think you guys will do just fine,” Jack said. "Now back to business. When the spanking was over, I gave Connie a few minutes to compose herself and then told her to get up."

Connie crawled off her father's lap and stood beside the chair again, taking the paddle from her father's hand and stood beside the chair, hands at her side, still bare-bottomed.

"I gave her a few minutes more to consider her position and then told her to pull up her pants," Jack continued. "She put the paddle back, and we went on with the work."

Susan pulled up her pants, rubbed her offended bottom and returned the paddle to its nail. On the way back to her chair, she glared again at the younger boys, who were still giggling and the two older boys who were smiling benevolently.

Jack looked at the group of young people. "Debbie and Eddie, did you follow what happened and see what is expected of you if you are told to get the paddle or hairbrush?"

"Yes, Sir" the two potential spankees responded in unison.

"How about you, Eric?" he enquired. "Any questions?"

"Well, I understand the procedure for a paddle or hairbrush spanking, but what if I decide a simple hand spanking is indicated?" Eric asked.

"Good question,” the Constable responded, “If you are going to do a hand spanking, just say 'Connie, come here’ and point to a spot on the floor. That signal will tell her to do the same thing she did just now, but without getting the paddle or brush."

Harry laughed. "With Connie, you're gonna want to use the paddle or brush every time."

Connie snorted. "Hey, why don't we demonstrate a hand spanking on Harry right now? It would be good practice for Mark and Eric."

Harry started to stick out his tongue, glanced at Mark and thought better of it.

Edna glanced at her watch and said, "Let's all take a break right now and get some dessert. We're going to have to explain Bare Days to Debbie. I am sure she is wondering why she is still sitting around without clothes.”

"Good idea,” Jack said. "At least it's not a school day tomorrow. It will take some time to explain the rest of the system to the new kids.”

The phone rang and Connie dashed off to answer it. She was back in a few minutes, smiling. “That was Uncle Fred. He’s having lunch at a diner just north of here and says he’ll be here in about an hour.”

“Good,” Radcliffe responded. “He’ll be here in plenty of time to meet with Judge Warren. You kids go finish the unpacking. We should plan on the whole Warren family being here for supper, Edna.”

“I’ll call Harriet now and make sure how many are coming,” Edna replied. “I’ll need to give Mrs. Anderson plenty of notice or she may decide I need a spanking, too.”

Jack chuckled. “I’d pay good money to see that!”

“In your dreams, copper,” Edna retorted.

The kids all dashed for the stairs to finish unpacking for the Hamiltons and the adults went back to their offices to finish up paperwork.

End of Chapter 9

(The End)