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The Seat of Learning, Part Two
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Letter From A Strict Mom II - "The Seat Of Learning"
Part 2
"Stand up straight, Nancy" ordered Dave.
"Ooooh!" the poor girl sobbed, but obeyed, standing again at
attention. She had a bit of an altered appearance now. Her
ponytail was coming undone and her belly was sporting a fine red
stripe. Her panties of course covered whatever the effects were of
the second blow.
"I'm sorry, Nancy, but obedience during discipline is very
important in this household." I said, "Please do keep in mind, dear,
that the purpose of this all is to help you do better in school, and
that the more you cooperate, the easier it will be for all of us."
"The panties, Nancy - now!" came Dave's command.
Awkwardly, and with the most embarrassed blushes, she complied.
The panties went down, past her kneesocks, to her ankles, over
her black school shoes, and then off completely. Remembering
her manners, Nancy returned to an upright "at attention" position,
with her shoulders back, her breasts poking out, her hands at her
sides, and tears streaming down her blushing cheeks. Nancy's
pretty white bottom, lower belly, and heavily furred cunt were now
presented to our entranced gaze. I took a moment to admire her
lovely curves.
Across one cheek of her large but gracefully curved bottom there
was a pretty, delicate red stripe, the end of which disappeared into
hidden territory - into the crack of Nancy's butt. The red stripe on
her belly had a delicate curve of its own, and together they created
an effect like a Japanese brush painting.
The end of the stripe on Nancy's belly also disappeared - into the
dense growth of curly blond hair just below it. Nancy had the
thickest and widest ranging crop of pubic hair that I had ever seen.
It was lovely and luxuriant. And even though it was very dense, it
was blond and fine and allowed the underlying colors of her pussy
to come through, the reddish brown of the wrinkled outer lips, the
pinker, slightly protruding, labia minora and what appeared to be a
rather luscious clitoris could be dimly glimpsed. I also happened
to know, as a mother who could remember a time before the hair
came in, that Nancy possessed an especially plump vulva
underneath it, so that the combined effect was a very pominent,
protruding, pubic area. It was a very erotic sight. And of course
the knowledge that she was horribly shamed at having to show it
and the rest of her naked body in front of me, her father, and
Timmy her younger brother added a wonderfully thrilling twist to
the experience.
"Thank you, Nancy." Dave said, "Now, the motivational
equipment is in my workshop at the moment, as well as some other
stuff we'll be needing. Nancy, would lead the way, please?"
Nancy seemed as though she were about to collapse. "Nooooo,
Daddy! You said I haven't been bad!" she blanched in horror at
the thought that she was doomed to another session over the saw
horse. The poor thing! It seemed that every time she was about to
get a hold on herself something new would come up and start her
bawling again.
"No, no, Nancy." Dave chuckled, "Don't worry, that little bottom
of yours isn't going to get scorched. Unless, of course, you
indicate that you want it to, for instance by not obeying us
promptly. Now get going, girl."
In despair, the teenager turned her naked self and led us toward the
workshop, her black school shoes clomping on the hardwood
floor. Timmy managed to get himself second in line in order to
enjoy the natural rotations of Nancy's bum as she walked. Nancy,
by the way, has an extremely cute, if rather large, bum, and the red
stripe that I gave her added a nice extra bit of color. Nancy walked
slowly, weeping all the way. She was in quite a state! I myself
walked with a light step, anticipating the immediate future with
gusto.
Nancy opened the door into the workshop and entered. As the rest
of us filed into the room, Nancy stood awkwardly to the side. She
was self-consciously attempting to cover up again - her right hand
over her pussy and her left arm covering her nipples and a portion
of her firm, large breasts. It was a bit cool in the workshop.
Nancy was getting goosepimples and shivering a bit, I noticed. I
liked to think that it was more than the cold that was causing her to
shiver. She may have been wondering about the two large sheet-
covered items sitting next to the wall.
"Nancy, you seem a bit cold." I said, on impulse, "Why don't you
start doing some jumping jacks? Now!"
"Oooooh" the poor girl said as she began a halfhearted attempt at
jumpingjacks. She didn't really want to spread her arms out fully
instead of keeping them folded over her. And she clearly didn't
want to jump too vigorously and thus cause her boobs to bounce
around a lot.
"None of this loligagging!" I snapped. "Put some energy into it or
it's the sawhorse, young lady."
This did the trick and got Nancy as well as her bosom bouncing
energetically up and down - putting on quite a show for all of us.
Her shoes were making quite a clatter on the floor and the tears
and sniffling returned. I am of the opinion that a teenager under
discipline should be kept either in tears or almost at the point of
tears as continuously as possible.
While Nancy was busy warming herself up, Dave pulled the
blanket off of one of the secret items, which was sitting
unobtrusively off against the wall. It was a gynecologist's
examination table, with one or two modifications made by the ever
inventive hubby, which I will get to.
Timmy said, "Wow, what's that for, Dad?"
Nancy stopped jumping and had a look. She gasped and stared at
the familiar device. It was something that held enough terror for
her when seen in the expected surroundings of the gynecologist's
office. When seen in Dad's workshop it took on a whole new level
of ominousness. I think you and your readers will have to agree, if
you want to embarrass a teenage girl as a part of a discipline
program, a gynecologist's examination table is a wonderful tool,
especially when combined with the presence of a hated and very
curious little brother.
Dave answered his son, "Well, Timmy, why don't we just
demonstrate? Up you go, Nancy. Up on the table and on your
back, please."
Nancy was in shock, apparently unable to move or speak. She
stared pleadingly, unbelievingly at her father, and then back at the
table.
"Oh, Dad, n-not t-that!" she managed to whimper.
"Nancy, are you refusing to obey me?"
"Ooooh! I-I-I c-can't...at least, please, make Timmy go away...and
anyway what are you going to...to...?"
I raised my trusty little dog whip in front on Nancy. With a tiny
whimper, realizing she had no choice, Nancy pulled her cute little
body up on the table and lay on her back, carefully keeping a hand
over her crotch and a forearm over her boobs.
"Hands at your side." ordered Dave. With another whimper,
Nancy obeyed, giving us an unobstructed view of the front of her
body stretched out on the table, looking very cute in nothing but
her shiny black shoes and white socks. She was crying loudly now
and her face was red, as were her large nipples that crowned her
breasts that were being pulled by gravity down onto her chest, and
as was the tip of her clitoris, which was just peeping above the
dense growth of bond pubic hair.
"And now, feet in the stirrups. Come on, girl, you heard me." Up
went her legs, with the black school shoes and white socks looking
so odd, given Nancy's current situation, and Dave and I helped
Nancy rest her shoes in the stirrups.
The view was becoming more interesting. The slight pull from her
spread thighs caused both the outer and inner lips of Nancy's fat
cunt to come into view. Timmy made sure and got himself into
position so he wouldn't miss a thing. I was so glad that Timmy
was able to get educational opportunities such as this, which many
a young teenage boy would be very happy to get and they just
can't get in the boy scouts. I'm sure many of your readers would
agree!
Nancy's eyes were squinched shut, so she couldn't see Dave reach
a curious hand down toward her unprotected treasure, but she sure
felt it when his fingers made rude contact. She jerked, screamed
loudly, brought her hands in front of her pussy, pulled her feet out
of the stirrups and closed her legs.
"Daddy!" was all she could manage to say to articulate her teenage
outrage.
Dave chuckled, Timmy laughed. I motioned to Dave and Timmy
and together we wrestled the poor girl's feet back into the stirrups
and strapped them in. Then we secured her wrists to the table legs
(having the pleasing effect of causing her boobs to jut up a bit).
Dave took the trouble of fixing one of Nancy's socks, which had
gotten wrinkled in the struggle, and was somewhat unsightly.
Timmy said, "Now that she's tied up, we can do anything we want
to her."
Dave and I both laughed indulgently while Nancy helplessly
moaned her humiliation. Dave said, "Now, Timmy, remember
we're doing this for Nancy's sake, not our own." Turning to me,
he said, "Honey, why don't you get the shaving equipment?"
Timmy asked, "Shaving equipment?"
As I left the workshop on my errand, I heard Nancy saying softly
and redundantly, through her sobs, "S-s-shaving equipment?"
When I returned, with scissors, shaving soap, and safety razor,
Dave was just finishing up his explanation to Nancy as to why she
was going to be sporting the bald look for a while. He later told
me that all he really told her was that it was necessary in order that
she get the most good out of her training. He didn't give her any
definite information about the details of that training.
"P-please don't shave me! Oh! It'll hurt! Oh, make Timmy stay
away from me! Make him go away, p-please!" Nancy was
babbling.
She was reacting partly to the fact that Timmy had a pair of
tweezers in his hand and was playfully playacting at pulling out
some of Nancy's pubic hairs. It was rather amusing to watch
Nancy flinch at each pretend yank. Timmy was smart enough to
avoid *actually* pulling any hairs without permission from Dave
or me.
Since Timmy was so obviously interested in the process, I said,
"Timmy, why don't you give Nancy a really close trim with these
scissors?"
"Ohhhhhhh, Mom!" wailed Nancy.
"Sure, Mom! With pleasure." said Timmy, taking the scissors
eagerly. Timmy started, systematic boy that he is, just under
Nancy's belly button, where the dense growth began. Nancy
flinched at his first touch and whimpered. Timmy proceeded by
grabbing small tufts of hair and pulling upwards rather roughly, so
that a mound of skin was pulled up with the hair, before snipping
of the tuft as near to the skin as he could get. At first Nancy
yelped a bit with each tug, but gradually she calmed down to more
or less continuous fearful moaning. As Timmy got nearer to the
holy of holies (no pun intended), however, Nancy flinched with
each touch and appeared to be feeling the tugs a bit more; some
yelping began to return.
The yelping didn't slow Timmy down a bit and he continued on
with vigor, perhaps treating Nancy's tender pussy skin a little
rougher than was absolutely necessary, but in any case doing a
thorough job. Finally Nancy had a crewcut, all the way from her
belly button to the bottom of her vulva. It was apparent that there
was more hair further on down that couldn't be reached just now.
Timmy seemed to be pondering this.
"Hmmm" said Dave, running an inquisitive finger along the inner
lips of Nancy's prickly pussy, "I think I detect a little telltale
moisture here. You aren't getting turned on by this, are you,
Nancy?" Dave held the glistening tip of his index finger up to
Nancy's face. Then he sniffed it. "Yep, I think you are. I wonder
if that deserves extra punishment."
Nancy was even more mortified than she had been up to now. She
could only stare in horror at her father.
Dave said, "Well, we'll worry about that later. Lets see, there's
still some hair we can't get to at the moment, but let's do a
complete job on what we can see. We need some hot towels, don't
we?"
"Oops!" I responded, "I forgot. I'll be right back!"
I was back immediately holding two hot towels. Dave took one of
them gingerly and flopped in down onto Nancy's two day shadow.
"Yeeeooowwwww!" was Nancy's comment. She bucked with all
her might and succeeded in bouncing the towel off of her suddenly
very warm pussy with a series of sexy hip thrusts. I grabbed the
towel and put it back, this time holding it down with my fingers. I
had to admit, it *was* pretty darn hot.
"Owwwwww!!" came Nancy's unimaginative response, "Ah! Ah!
It's scalding me!" Please believe me, Professor, I knew very well
that the towel was not scalding Nancy, but I didn't question her
assertion that it was very uncomfortable.
I removed the towel and Dave proceeded to lather Nancy up. He
applied the soap to all surfaces except her clitoris and her inner
lips, which caused these items to be rather amusingly and
interestingly highlighted. Then he proceeded to give her a very
close, careful shave. He used the clitoris and the inner lips as
handles to grab onto to stretch out bits of skin for the razor. These
particular attentions caused Nancy to breathe in hissingly through
her teeth. Like Timmy, Dave was forced to stop after getting just
below Nancy's newly smooth pussy.
"Now, lets see if we can get better access to the lower areas. Lets
try this." he said, as he pushed a button on the side of the table.
"It's one of my modifications." he confided to Timmy and me with
a smile. An electric whirr started up and the stirrups began to
move backwards, toward Nancy's head, accompanied naturally
with plenty of anguished protests from Nancy. As her widespread
legs were pulled back, Nancy's hips started to be pulled up and
back, until finally her bottom crack and anus were pointing
towards the ceiling, revealing that there was a small but significant
amount of hair still to be removed.
Also revealed was the answer to an earlier question. I had
wondered whether the tip of the dogwhip that I had used on her
bottom back in the living room had perhaps caught her in an
especially tender spot. Sure enough, the red stripe led right up to
Nancy's "rear pucker", where tip of the whip had clearly made
rather painful contact.
"Start snipping, Timmy." said Dave with a grin. But instead of the
scissors, Timmy held up the tweezers.
"Could I, please? Just on a couple of hairs?"
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