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The Seat of Learning, Part One
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Letter From A Strict Mom II - "The Seat Of Learning"
Part 1
"Letter From A Strict Mom" introduced young Nancy and detailed
her first taste of physical discipline and of the birch twigs.
Her adventures continue...OK I know sequels are shameless hacks
churned out to maximize profits. In fact I hate sequels so
much I refused to see Henry V. I admit that I'm getting
fabulously wealthy with this series. Those who have scruples
should proceed no farther...
Dear Professor,
You may remember having received a letter from me
approximately six months back wherein I related the story of how
my husband Dave and I, as well as our 13 year old son Timmy,
made use of your wonderful advice on disciplining teens in order
to set our unruly daughter Nancy back to being a well behaved 16
year old. In case you don't remember, I'll just summarize by
saying that we gave her a very well birched behind which kept her
standing for meals for a good week afterward and which made an
impression on her mind that will probably last a lot longer than a
week. We took your advice on a systematic birching method and
added one or two innovations of our own, such as the specially
adapted sawhorse that was so useful in keeping Nancy's bare
bottom properly positioned, as well as the technique of rotating
Nancy's body forward a bit to make the birching of the area
between her buttocks more convenient. Both of these were
inventions of Dave's.
I did provide the innovation of having Dave and I birch Nancy at
the same time, each of us gradually moving from the outside of her
buttocks toward the central divide. This seemed to provide an
especially intense experience for Nancy, as did our decision to go
against your precept that any birching of the genitals was to be
avoided.
Well, that was a night that none of us will forget for awhile,
although Nancy's experience was quite a bit different from the rest
of ours. Dave, Timmy, and I enjoyed ourselves quite a lot, I must
say, and I think that all of us secretly wished that Nancy would
mess up again. No such luck. The difference in Nancy has been
like night and day. The slightest hint of rebellion in the teenager
can be quelled with the threat of "another visit to daddy's
workshop". I swear her face turns pale on hearing this!
In spite of Nancy's good behavior, there was another problem -
her grades. We had hoped that along with her improvement in
general deportment that there would be an improvement in
schoolwork but this hope was not gratified. Nevertheless we were
sure that Nancy was an intelligent girl and could do much better in
school than she was doing. We tried various methods, counseling,
talking with her, tutoring. Nothing seemed to help. Then, about 2
months ago Dave told me that he had an idea and that I was to trust
him. He then started to spend all of his free time in his workshop.
I had no idea what he was up to but I was fairly excited by it, based
on the results of the last time he had spent time in his workshop
and developed the birching horse that was used so effectively to
cure Nancy's behavior problems. I felt hopeful for the first time
about Nancy's future and I must admit I also felt a secret thrill of
anticipation about what type of uncomfortable experience Nancy
might be in for and what type of entertainment the rest of us might
expect! Perhaps it may not seem proper for a parent to look
forward to and to enjoy the disciplining of a child, but we are of
the opinion that this enjoyment is a useful tool that helps to ensure
that any discipline is performed thoroughly and enthusiastically.
Just about a week ago Dave invited me into his workshop, which
he had been keeping locked. I have to say that he had outdone
himself. Not only had he come up with a plan that was sure to
spur Nancy on to be the best she could be, but he had created a
very clever device with which the plan could be implemented. I
think it is best to leave the description of the device to the point at
which I describe Nancy's introduction to it
About a week after I was invited into the workshop, one Friday
after Nancy had come home from school, Dave and I asked Nancy
into the living room to have a talk. We once again expressed our
concerns over her grades. She once again explained that she was
trying as hard as she could and that the material was just too hard
for her. We once again assured her that we were convinced that
she was perfectly capable of getting better grades. We explained
to her that we believed she was sincere in that she truly believed
she was trying as hard as she could, but that we felt she just wasn't
sufficiently motivated to really give it her all.
Nancy was looking her usual cute self, by the way, wearing her
school uniform of white blouse (which she was filling out very
nicely!), brown plaid skirt, black patent leather shoes and white
knee socks. An attractive little package, she was, with her blond
hair pulled back into a pony tail, and her pouty lips touched up
with a bright shade of red.
"So we are going to try something new, Nancy, a new plan." Dave
explained, as Nancy got a funny expression on her pretty face, as if
she had a feeling she wasn't going to like this new plan very much.
He continued as the full-figured, blond headed teenager fidgeted
nervously, "I guess the best way to describe it, Nancy, is to say that
it's a way of motivating you, a way to spur you to really exert
yourself in your studies and to get the good grades that we know
you're capable of. At times what will be happening may seem
very strange or improper to you, and you may be a bit
uncomfortable every now and then. Just remember that it is all for
your own good, for your future. If you'll just recall how effective
our last treatment was for you, you'll probably have greater
confidence in this one."
Nancy blushed a fiery red at this reference to her painful and
shameful encounter with the birch a few months previous.
"Ohhhh, you're not going to...to do *that* to me again?" she
asked.
"No, no, my dear, the birch is only for when you're bad, and you
haven't been bad." answered Dave, "But do remember this, Nancy.
For the next couple of hours you may consider yourself to be in a
special disciplinary situation. Therefore you will obey every
instruction from your mother or me without hesitation, or your
bottom will be very very sore."
Again Nancy's blush ignited.
"Understood?" Dave asked.
"Y-yes, dad."
"Now, for starters, we'll have your clothes off." he said calmly, as
if he were commenting on the weather, then he called out, "Oh
Timmy, would you join us in the living room, please?"
These two sentences in tandem just about gave our cute little thing
a stroke. Her jaw dropped in amazed horror, "What! Oh no,
Daddy, please! Please let me have my clothes on? And please
don't let Timmy see me?" she pleaded.
"Actually, Nancy, please forgive me." Dad replied, "I'll explain.
You see, it's only this first time that you'll have to remove your
clothes. In the future we expect that won't be necessary. You see,
we want this first session to be especially memorable for you, that
is, uncomfortable for you, so you'll be even more motivated to
improve in your school work. Also, it will be easier for us to
monitor the effects of the treatment this first time without your
clothes in the way. And, by the way, we're including Timmy in
this both because he's a family member and deserves to observe
any family discipline that goes on, but also because we know that
you especially hate being naked in front of him. So don't worry,
for future sessions you'll be keeping almost all of your clothes on,
unless you backslide."
"Ohhhhh!"
I chipped in, "Don't make such a fuss, Nancy. Remember that
we've all seen you in your birthday suit before, Timmy included.
So come on, hurry up, or, I'm not kidding, your bottom will suffer.
And you'll be naked for that anyway, so you won't have gained a
thing."
Timmy walked in, looking quite happy and expectant.
Dave glared at Nancy, "Nancy, you have two seconds to start
removing your clothes, and no dilly dallying."
It was too much for her. She burst into tears as she started
distractedly to unbutton her blouse. Tears were streaming down
her pretty, pouty face as her quite large breasts, partially covered
by a lacy cream colored bra, came more and more into view.
Timmy had a seat on the couch and watched carefully as Nancy
ruefully tugged the tail of the blouse loose from the waistband of
the skirt, then removed it completely and stood there holding it in
front of her - her sobs becoming a bit quieter now.
"Lay it on the back of the couch, Nancy" I suggested. She obeyed
meekly. As she leaned over her breasts appeared to want to spill
out of the cups of her bra. Several tear streaks could be seen
glistening on the upper surfaces, which swelled and receded in
time to her now softened sobbing.
"Now the skirt." ordered Dave. She might have taken off her
shoes next, I don't know, but I do know that Dave enjoys seeing
girls in their underwear with their shoes still on. The rascal!
Another despairing moan and then Nancy was unbuttoning the
waist band of her skirt. "D-dad?" she peeped hopefully, pausing in
her embarrassing task. He said nothing, but narrowed his eyes a
bit. She got the message, removed the skirt, and displayed to us
her lovely young figure in nothing but cream colored bra and
skimpy panties, along with, of course, her knee socks and black
shoes. She certainly looked fetching as she mournfully laid the
skirt to rest on top of the blouse.
I had a sudden idea, and whispered in Dave's ear, "You know,
dear, there's really no reason for her to remove her shoes and
socks. In fact it might be even more amusing for us and more
humiliating, that is, instructive, for her."
He nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Now the bra, Nancy, and be
quick about it." he commanded the sniffling youngster.
Nancy hung her blond head as she reached behind herself and
unhooked her bra. "P-please, daddy...?" she ventured one tearful
plea, but, seeing by the glint in Dave's eye that no mercy would be
forthcoming, she pulled the bra away from her ruby tipped
swelling breasts.
Nancy was blushing all the way down to her nipples and she
couldn't resist the impulse to attempt to cover a portion of those
massive mounds with one arm, the other still dangling by her side
and holding on to the bra.
"Don't cover up, Nancy." Dave ordered, "And stand up straight.
Today's session is to help you improve your grades, and a very
important part of that is learning discipline"
Nancy complied, and her breasts appeared to be standing at
attention as she straightened her back, although they did quiver a
bit and sway slightly from side to side.. I made a mental note to
suggest to Dave that he use his native inventiveness to come up
with some ways of including Nancy's breasts in future discipline
sessions. It seemed such a shame to let them go to waste. Nancy's
sobbing had pretty much subsided for the time being, but her pouty
lips were quivering along with her breasts. She was clearly
waiting for the dreaded next command. It came.
"And now the panties, Nancy."
"Daddy, please! I can't - not in front of Timmy. You just can't
make me..."
"The panties, Nancy..."
"No! I won't!"
Nancy's desperate defiance was certainly understandable. She was
a modest girl, and she knew how much her hated brother was
enjoying her humiliation and how much more he would enjoy her
complete nakedness. She knew very well that there might be
severe consequences for her defiance, and I'm sure she didn't want
to incur them, but she was just too embarrassed to remove her
panties in front of us. As I'm sure you, professor, and many of
your readers know, moments like this are most delicious to true
disciplinary enthusiasts, when the victim's fears of physical pain
are about equaled by his/her sense of shame and humiliation.
As you must know by now, I am a firm believer that obedience
during a discipline session must be complete and instantaneous.
Anything less and the authority of the parent is compromised.
Thus the consequences for any failure on the part of the culprit
must be serious. I am also one who does not like to be unprepared.
I had with me, in a pocket of my dress, an 18 inch long rubber dog
whip, an instrument which can sting like fury without doing too
much serious damage.
In one swift motion I rose to my feet and brought the whip smartly
across Nancy's pretty white belly. There was a satisfying snap and
a scream, and Nancy was suddenly bent double holding her
smarting midriff. As your readers will no doubt be very aware, a
pretty teenager clad only in panties who happens to be bent over
double is in a classic posture wherein her bottom is almost begging
for, nay, demanding, attention.
But I was forced to hesitate for a second because I couldn't help
noticing the also very tempting targets presented by her
unprotected, hanging breasts. I was sure that the dog whip would
not be too harsh or heavy an instrument to apply to one or the
other of these firm ripe morsels and I was extremely curious as to
what the results might be. However, I quickly decided that "the
heat of the moment" was not the time to venture into uncharted
territory. I reset my sights to the jutting, panty clad, rear end. I
took a quick step around Nancy to gain a better position and raised
my arm.
Just before bringing the whip whistling down, I noticed that
Nancy's legs were slightly parted and that the white bulge of her
panty covered cunt was peeping out from beneath her bottom
cheeks. A slight adjustment on the downswing was all it would
take to assure that the body of the whip swept down diagonally
across Nancy's left bottom cheek while the tip made sharp contact
with the aforementioned naughty bulge.
I decided against this as well. As you will soon see, Nancy's cunt
was to receive its full share of attention as part of the educational
training system that she was going to be introduced to this
evening, so I thought I would spare it for the moment. Instead I
readjusted my aim a touch higher so that the whip would fall right
across the ripest curves of Nancy's so nicely presented bottom. In
order to make up for my disappointment in having to give up
snapping Nancy's little pussy I made sure to put extra force into
the blow to her bottom. Unfortunately for Nancy, it seems that,
while the body of the whip caught her full on the left cheek, the tip
just happened to whistle into the shady groove between. It's true
that Nancy was wearing panties, but they were very shear and my
guess was they weren't providing much protection for their
contents.
"Ahhhhhggg!" came the desperate yell as Nancy shot bolt upright,
overbalanced herself, and fell backwards heavily on her bottom on
the floor. Crying and moaning loudly, she grabbed her bottom,
rolling on the floor in pain. I couldn't help smiling at the amusing
sight, and I noticed that Timmy and Dave were grinning broadly.
"Good shot, Mom!" commented Timmy appreciatively.
"Nancy, I believe your father gave you an order. Now get up and
obey him - or else." I ordered, raising the dogwhip again.
"No, no!" Nancy raised one arm in self defense, and then
scrambled to her feet as best she could, but once standing, she was
unable to keep from reaching both hands behind her to attempt to
console her stinging bottom.
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