Springfield Academy, Part 2
By Conor
copyright 2004 by Conor, all rights reserved

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The next morning I awoke, and slowly pushed back my bed
covers. I looked down, and was surprised to see a jockstrap
instead of my usual white briefs. Then I remembered about
the "red balloon," and that I was no longer like other
thirteen year old boys.

I had tears in my eyes as Aunt Leona came into my bedroom. 
She said, "Stop brooding, Gary. It's a new day." 

Pointing toward my privates, I said, "But, Aunt Leona. All
the kids at school will think I'm a freak. No one will want
anything to do with me." 

"Now, Gary, I am sure it won't be like that at all," Aunt
Leona said. "Now that you have your nasty masturbation habit
under control there is no reason why you can't be popular at
Springfield Academy. Just work hard in school, and be on
your best behavior. Then I am sure that everyone will soon
realize, as I do, what a wonderful boy you really are."

I started to disagree, but Aunt Leona got that look on her
face, so I shut up fast.

By the time I got to school my blown-up balls and cock were
starting to hurt really bad. The first person I ran into at
school was Susan Tanner. 

Following my aunt's instructions, I said, "I'm sorry, Miss
Tanner. I forgot to thank you yesterday for helping with my
ah ah red balloon treatment."

Susan smiled and nodded. Then she said, "I know a lot of
boys, even older than you, Gary, who would have run away
rather than face their problem like you did. I think that
you are very, very brave."

I blushed. "Wow! The cutest girl in the school, a sixteen
year old, called me brave," I thought to myself. I was
almost dancing as I left Susan. Suddenly, the pain in my
balls and prick didn't seem bad at all.

When I got to the Clinic I apologized to Nurse Wetzel for
being rude during my red balloon treatment the day before.
She smiled, and accepted my apology. Of course, I had to
drop my shorts and jockstrap so that she could see how the
treatment was going. 

"Everything looks just fine down there," she said with a
smile. "Since yesterday have you had any erections, or nasty
thoughts?" she asked me.

"No, Ma'am. I've been good." I answered. Nurse Wetzel
smiled, and patted me gently on my behind.

During the next few days in school I was the center of
attention. Everyone was curious about the big bulge in the
front of my shorts. By the end of the week I think all the
teachers and students had seen my red balloon.

On Friday Mrs. Tanner, the Principal, stopped me in the
hallway. She said, "Gary, do you know that your treatment
has not only helped you with your nasty problem. It has also
been very educational for the other students here."  I
nodded. 

Despite what my Aunt Leona and Mrs. Tanner had said I still
felt like a freak at Springfield Academy. Hell, I just
wanted to be a regular kid. I knew I had to find some way to
get respect. 

Later that evening when I was already under my covers Aunt
Leona came in. "Gary, my son Eddie just called. I need to go
to St. Louis to see him tomorrow. I have Susan Tanner on the
phone right now, and she has agreed to be your sitter from
3:30 until midnight tomorrow."

"I don't need a babysitter, Aunt Leona," I screamed loudly.
"I'm way too big for that. Miss Tanner will think I'm a dumb
little kid if she has to take care of me like a baby." 

"I have told you many times, Gary, that I will not tolerate
disrespect and rudeness. You have just earned yourself a
whipping," Aunt Leona said sternly. She pulled off my
bedcovers, took off my jockstrap, and then yanked me out of
bed. She then propelled me toward her bedroom next door.
I had to lay face down on her bed. I was really scared as
she stood over me with her razor strop. 

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP 

"Please, I can't take any more. It hurts awful," I pleaded.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP

I was screaming and crying when she stopped. My butt felt
like it was on fire.

Then to my horror Aunt Leona turned toward her phone, and
said, "Susan, could you hear all that on the speaker phone?"

"Yes, I heard everything, Mrs. Corman, including the naughty
things that Gary said before you punished him," Susan's
voice replied.

"Now, Susan," Aunt Leona said. "When you babysit Gary
tomorrow evening I want you to know that if he is
disobedient you have my full permission to whip his naughty
little bare bottom just like I did."

"Thank you, Mrs. Corman," Susan's voice replied. "I'm
looking forward to babysitting Gary."

"What do you say, Gary?" Aunt Leona said.

I turned toward the speaker phone, and sobbing, I said, "I'm
ah ah sorry for being ah rude, Miss Ta Tanner. I'm ah ah
glad you ah are going to ah ah babysit me."
 
The next morning my aunt drove me school. She reminded me
that I was due for my second treatment in the School Clinic
at 11am. Then she said, "Gary, I expect you to obey Miss
Tanner when she babysits you this evening. If I hear that
you've given her any problems I will punish you severely
when I get home." 

"Yes, Aunt Leona. I promise that I'll obey Miss Tanner," I
replied. 

That morning at school just before first period Carl came
over to my desk. Smiling, Carl said, "Some of the girls and
I are going to have some fun here in Biology Class today.
Here's what we are going to do." He whispered it in my ear.
"Well, are you with us?" Carl asked.  "We're going to do it
exactly at 9:45am."

"Yeah, I'll do it," I replied. I knew that at my old school
a stunt like that always worked, and was good for a laugh.

"Remember, 9:45," Carl said. I nodded, and then quickly took
my seat. 

When Mrs. Caldwell began Biology class I kept my eye on the
clock.   

Then exactly at 9:45am as the teacher was writing on the
blackboard I moved my butt from side to side, and, then,
OOOOOOPH OOOOOAH OOOOOOOOPH OOOOAH POOO POOO POOO POOO POOO
Boy, what a tremendous fart I let rip. The best I had ever
done in public. 

I started laughing, and then I suddenly noticed something. 
Carl, who was sitting right next to me, had his hands
folded, and looked totally innocent. I was the only kid in
the class who had farted!

Mrs. Caldwell turned around. It didn't take her long to
figure out that I was the kid who disrupted her class. Soon
after that I was in Mrs. Tanner's office.

"I am very disappointed in you, Gary," Mrs. Tanner said.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Tanner. It was just a joke. We did stuff
like that hundreds of times at my old school," I said. "I
just wanted to be like the other kids here."

"And how many other students made those nasty bathroom
noises in your class this morning?" Mrs. Tanner asked.

Embarrassed, I answered, "No one. It was just me, Mrs.
Tanner."

"And do you know what we do to nasty boys here in this
school?" Mrs. Tanner asked.

Hesitating, I finally said, "Yes, Mrs. Tanner. They get
whipped, and sometimes they get 'fixed' so they can't be
nasty again."

Smiling, Mrs. Tanner said, "Yes, that is right. For your bad
behavior today you will receive a severe caning on that
naughty little bottom of yours. Also, if your aunt approves,
Nurse Wetzel will give you a new treatment to prevent a
reoccurrence of this nasty behavior. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and said, "Yes, Mrs. Tanner." I knew it was
useless to try to protest. 

Mrs. Tanner said, "Now strip off your clothes, Gary. And I
mean everything, including your supporter." I reluctantly
obeyed. 

When I finished undressing she made me stand naked in front
of her with my hands on my head. Then Mrs. Tanner closely
examined my red balloon and my peter. She shook my ball bag
and we both could hear the water sloshing around inside. She
did the same with my penis. It was very embarrassing and it
hurt alot.

When she finished, she looked me in the eye, and said, "You
have been a very bad boy making naughty noises like that.
Since you have acted like a little boy I am first of all
going to give you an over the knee bare bottom spanking.
Then I am giving you twelve strokes with the cane."  She
motioned for me to lie across her lap. As I did she opened
her legs so that my huge balls and prick could slip between
them. Now in this humiliating position the spanking began.

SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Please, Mrs. Tanner, it hurts bad," I yelled. 

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP  

I was crying when the spanking ended. 

Then she said, "Gary, this will be the first time I will be
caning your naked buttocks. I assure you that when I finish
with you, you are going to find it very painful to sit down
for quite some time.  Now bend over this desk, and don't
move unless you want extra strokes." I reluctantly obeyed. I
heard the whoosh whoosh of the cane, as she took several
practice strokes. Then it began. 

WHACK. "Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhhh!" I yelled. WHACK WHACK WHACK   I
was screaming with each stroke of the cane. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

My backside felt like it was on fire when the caning finally
ended. I was bawling like a little kid. 

Then I had to stand naked in the corner while she left to
make some calls. When she returned, she said "Good news,
Gary. Your new treatment is all arranged. I talked with your
aunt, and she gave her full approval. Nurse Wetzel is buying
the supplies right now. When the nurse gives you your second
infusion therapy at 11 today she will explain the new
therapy." 

At 11am I reported to the Clinic for my second red balloon
treatment. Nurse Wetzel wasn't back yet so Susan got me set
up in the exam room. After I undressed, I lay down on the
table, and put my legs up on the stirrups. Susan attached
the straps to my ankles, wrists and chest. I tried to act
like it was no big deal so that Susan would think I was
brave.

"Your little butt is all red and purple. Was that from the
whipping your aunt gave you last night?" Susan asked.
"Yes, Miss Tanner," I replied. "And your mother, ah Mrs.
Tanner, I mean, also caned me this morning." 

Susan smiled. "Remember, Gary, I will pick you up out front
right after school today. I am going to enjoy babysitting
you," she said.

Just then we were interrupted by the opening of the door.
Nurse Wetzel had returned. The nurse did a quick examination
of my balloon. Then she announced to Susan, "Most of the
saline fluid that was in the scrotum and penis has now been
absorbed into his body. So he will need a new infusion of
800 cc's."  

I was surprised when Nurse Wetzel pulled my ball sac out,
and said, "Susan, now insert the catheter needle in the
boy's scrotum, where I showed you."

Smiling, Susan held the big needle in front of my face, and
said, "I will be very gentle, Gary, I promise. You will
hardly feel a thing."

I was shaking in fear. I yelled as I felt the needle enter
my balls. Then I continued screaming as the infusion began.
When it was finished I had a new large 'red balloon.'

"Now it is time for your NOFLAT treatment," Nurse Wetzel
said. "In case you have not heard of it before NOFLAT is
short for 'No Flatulence.' It is designed to stop the
expulsion of gas from the alimentary canal, which seems to
be a chronic problem with naughty boys like you."

I said, "Oh, you mean pills to stop my farting? Sure, I'll
take the pills."

Smiling, Nurse Wetzel took an object off her cart, and said,
"No, Gary, we had something more like this in mind. This
will go inside your naughty little orifice."

I screamed when I saw IT. She was holding a large red
plastic tool that was shaped like a huge cock.

"You wo wo wo wouldn't. Not in my pri private place. Please
don't," I pleaded.

"Don't make such a big fuss about it, Gary," she said. I
know that boys like you have all had experience with enemas,
rectal thermometers, and anal exams. This will be similar."

"But Nurse, you don't understand," I continued pleading.
"I've never had any of that. I don't let anyone touch me on
my, you know, secret place."

Nurse Wetzel quickly went around the exam chair and
tightened my wrist, ankle, and chest restraints until I
could only move my head. 

Then she said, "Gary, you disrupted the Biology Class this
morning with your disrespectful noises. You have admitted to
Mrs. Tanner that you have done this hundreds of times before
at your old school. Since you have shown that you cannot
accept responsibility for this part of your body you have
left us no choice. We are taking control of your orifice so
that it will not longer cause a problem for this School. Now
relax your anal sphincter while we insert this lubricated
NOFLAT device."

I struggled with all my might to escape. Then Susan came
over, and rubbed her soft hand across my cheek. With a
soothing voice Susan said, "Please, Gary. Let us take care
of you. I promise it will be alright. We will be as gentle
as we can."

I felt so torn. I wanted desperately to escape. But I didn't
want to disappoint my beautiful friend Susan. Finally,
resigned, I said, "OK, do it."

"Excellent," Nurse Wetzel said. "Now push down like you are
having a bowel movement, Gary." 

I tried to obey, but Nurse Wetzel got annoyed with me.
"You're not pushing out," she said. "Instead, you are
tightening up that anus of yours. I can see it winking at me
as you tighten it. Now try again, and make like you are
going to poop." I obeyed.

Nurse Wetzel turned to Miss Tanner, and said, "Susan, would
you grab hold of his hips, and push upward to meet my
thrusts?"

"Yes, Miss Wetzel," Susan replied.

Then I felt a pressure, a very, very painful pressure on my
private place. I cried out. For the next few minutes I
screamed bloody murder. The pain just got worse and worse as
the nurse pushed that huge thing into my hole, and Susan
pushed just as hard upward on my legs. I felt like they were
tearing me apart. I screamed and cried until I almost
fainted. 

Finally, the nurse announced, "Excellent. The NOFLAT has
fully penetrated the boy. It is now firmly lodged in his
rectum. Look, Susan, only the plug's red base is visible."

"Wow! Gary's pink rosebud was so very, very tight," Susan
said. "I never thought it would stretch like this to take
the entire red plug. His little bud is gripping the fat plug
like a vise. I am so glad that we succeeded."  

Nurse Wetzel turned to Susan, and said, "We can be very
proud that we have just helped Gary to overcome another of
his nasty habits."  

Susan said to me, "I told you we would take care of you,
Gary, didn't I?"

I just sobbed, and didn't answer.

As they helped me up off the exam table Nurse Wetzel said,
"Now, Gary, the NOFLAT must be worn at all times during
school hours. Your aunt will decide if, or when, you wear it
at home. If you should need to have a bowel movement during
school just come here to the Clinic. Either I, or Miss
Tanner, will remove the NOFLAT, supervise your bowel
movement, and then reinsert the device."

I was in horrible pain, unlike anything that I had ever
experienced before. "Please, Miss Wetzel," I said, sobbing.
It hurts awful. Couldn't I get, you know, a smaller one
instead?"

"No, Gary," Miss Wetzel replied. "It needs to be a tight fit
to stop your nasty habit of making noises during your
classes. Before long you will get used to having it inside
your anal canal."

As I took my first steps I found that I had to walk very,
very slowly, and with my legs wide apart. Even so the plug
hurt like hell. As I got dressed I found my shorts were very
tight in both the front and back.

Susan opened the door as I was ready to depart. Then she
turned to Miss Wetzel, and asked, "Is Gary still a virgin?"

Nurse Wetzel laughed, and then replied, "No, technically he
isn't a virgin. The NOFLAT plug took care of that."

When I left I saw Lisa from my gym class sitting in the
waiting room. She started laughing when she saw me.

"Oh no," I thought. "She heard what Susan and the nurse
said. Now my shameful secret will be all over school."

At 1pm I went to the gym, and quickly got dressed in my gym
suit. Trying to walk as normally as possible, I walked out
to the gym floor.

Lisa saw me, and screamed, "GARY LOST HIS CHERRY!!" All the
girls broke out into laughter. I blushed, and felt
completely humiliated.  

I thought about running out of the gym, but realized that if
I did I would get another caning for sure. Finally, Miss
Conroy blew her whistle and the kids stopped laughing at me.

Miss Conroy turned to me, and said, "Gary, you have only
been in this school for two weeks. And once again you are
the school celebrity."

She went on, "We all know that you have been put on the
NOFLAT system to stop your nasty flatulence. Everyone is
curious about that new bulge in the back of your shorts.
Let's have a look."

I knew I didn't have a choice, so I reluctantly took off my
shirt, gym shorts, and then my jockstrap. I turned around,
bent over, and showed "it" to them.

All the kids came up to look. Two girls pulled my butt
cheeks far apart so they could get a better look at my
stretched bumhole, and the plug that was sticking out of it.
Several touched the end of the red plug, and giggled. 

Then Miss Conroy stepped forward, and started to examine me.
I could feel her finger sliding all around my stretched
hole. Then she grabbed the end of the plug and gave it a
twist. I cried out in pain. Miss Conroy and the girls
laughed. 

I was so glad when gym class was over, and I could get out
of there. 

 
At 3:30 pm when school ended I waited for Susan Tanner in
front of the school. Soon she drove up in her blue Mustang. 

"Get in, Gary. Got a few errands to run, then we'll stop for
something to eat," she said.

Our first stop was at Springfield College. I went with Susan
to pick up some forms at the office. All the college kids
looked at Susan and me, and it was like so cool, walking
with her like I was, you know, her boyfriend. "Maybe having
Susan as my babysitter wasn't going to be so bad after all,"
I thought.

Susan made a phone call. Then she said, "Gary, looks like
you may be staying over at my house tonight. Your aunt will
be delayed in getting back from St. Louis. 

"Great!" I thought to myself. "Maybe if I stay tonight at
Susan's house I'll see her in her nightie. That would be
cool."

Susan drove us to McDonald's for dinner. As we were about to
enter Susan said, "Gary, I want you to promise me that you
will be on your best behavior while we are in the
restaurant. No horsing around, and no shouting." I nodded.

Once inside it seemed again like we were on a date. She even
let me place the food order for both of us, and carry the
food to the table. As soon as I sat down and started eating
though I had to constantly shift in my seat because my butt
plug was so damn uncomfortable! Then I suddenly spilled two
open ketchup packets on the front of my school shorts. What
a mess!

"Oh my!" Susan said. "We will have to get that stain out
right away." 

She went to get some water. When she got back to our table
she took a paper napkin and the water, and said, "Stand up,
Gary, so that I can clean you up." Reluctantly, I stood up.
As people in the restaurant stared at us Susan repeatedly
dipped the cloth in the water and scrubbed away at the stain
on the front of my shorts near my zipper. 

"There, that looks much better," she finally said. 

I looked down, and to my horror, the whole front of my
shorts was soaked with water. It looked like, you know, I
had had a horrible accident. I finished my dinner as quickly
as I could. 

As we were leaving I tried to like bend over so no one could
see me. However, at the door a little girl about eight years
old suddenly pointed at me, and yelled loudly so everyone
could hear, "MOMMY, THAT BIG BOY WET HIS PANTS."

"I did not, I did not, you dumb kid," I screamed. "It's just
water. It's just water!"

Susan said, "You naughty boy, what did I say about shouting
in the restaurant. And how dare you call that little girl a
bad name." Then in front of all the customers it happened.

WHAP  WHAP  WHAP 

Susan spanked me three times over my shorts just like I was
a little boy. All the customers in the restaurant started to
laugh at me. I blushed. I was so glad when we were back in
Susan's car.

Susan next stopped at the Springfield Girls Club. "Why are
we going here?" I asked Susan.

Susan replied, "Tonight the Girls Club is having a class for
girls, ages 11-16, who want to become babysitters. Mrs.
Miller, the teacher, has invited me to be a guest speaker.
Now, Gary, I know that your Aunt is already going to punish
you for your nasty behavior in class this morning. I am
prepared to forget about your naughtiness just now in the
restaurant. But you must promise to be a very good boy, and
do exactly what I ask you to do while we are in the Girls
Club. Can you do that?"

I knew that Susan was right. If my aunt got one more bad
report on me I was going to really be in for it. 

I replied, "Miss, please don't say anything to my Aunt
Leona. I will do anything you say at the Club, anything, I
promise." Susan smiled. Then to my shock she reached over
and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Wow!" I thought. "She kissed me."

I eagerly helped Susan carry her stuff into the classroom.
Mrs. Miller, the teacher, introduced Susan to the audience.
Mrs. Miller mentioned all sorts of awards that Susan had
won, and the fact that Susan had five years of experience as
a babysitter. 

"Tonight, Miss Tanner will share with us some of her
experiences in babysitting older children. As you can see
she has one of those children with her this evening," Mrs.
Miller said.

I sunk lower and lower into my chair trying to be invisible.
But Susan grabbed my arm and propelled me up to the front
table. Now the whole class, which included girls even
younger than me, knew that I, a thirteen year old, had a
babysitter that evening. I was blushing in shame.

Beginning her talk, Susan said, "Many mothers mistakenly
believe that their sons no longer need a babysitter after
they reach the age of ten or eleven." Then Susan gave some
examples of fires and shootings and other really bad stuff
that happened when older kids were left alone.  Susan asked
the audience if there were questions.

"Miss Tanner," one girl asked, "When babysitting a big boy
how can you make him behave if he starts to be naughty?"

"Good question," Susan said. "At my suggestion this Club has
just started a 'Lending Library' for babysitters who are
working with difficult older male children."

"You mean, like lending out books on child care?" the girl
asked. 

"No," Susan said. "We have things that you can borrow that
are much more useful than books."

Susan opened the large bag in front of her. To my horror she
took out and displayed several wooden hair brushes of
various sizes. Then she showed off several belts and razor
strops. Finally, she took out a cane!" 

"But what if the boy you are babysitting is almost as tall
as you are?" another girl asked. "Won't he run away?"

Susan replied, "I just happen to have a naughty child with
me who is about my height, but badly in need of some
corporal correction. Mrs. Miller, if you could assist me,
please." Mrs. Miller smiled and nodded, and then came
forward.

"Remember your promise," Susan whispered to me. Then she and
Mrs. Miller proceeded to strip off all of my clothes. Once
again I was stark naked. This time it was in a classroom of
girls, some as young as eleven years old. The girls giggled
when they saw me naked. I blushed.

Susan ordered me to stand on a box with my back to the
class. As I stood there Susan described to the class all the
naughty things I had done. She showed them the NOFLAT plug
that I had gotten because of my farting in class. 

"And, girls, do you see these nice twelve cane stripes on
Gary's bottom. You would think that a boy who had gotten
caned so hard only this morning would be on his best
behavior. But, unfortunately, that has not happened. Only
thirty minutes ago Gary made a scene in the restaurant where
we ate, and he called an innocent young girl  'dumb.'" 

Susan asked me to turn around and face the class with my
hands still on my head. I reluctantly obeyed. Then Susan
described my red balloon treatment to the girls. They were
all very interested especially when she raised my ball bag
and showed the girls where she had put the infusion needle
in.  

Susan turned to me, and asked, "Gary, before we gave you the
red balloon treatment how many times per day did you
masturbate?"

I knew it was useless to try to lie. So in front of the
thirty girls I replied, "Ten, Miss." Many of the young girls
gasped in surprise. I blushed.

Susan then said, "And after the red balloon treatment,
Gary?"

"I never do it now, Miss. My privates hurt too much," I
said. 

"It is too bad it hasn't stopped all your naughty behavior,
Gary. You are very much deserving of a spanking right now,
you know that," Susan said.

Susan sat down on the chair and I motioned for me to lay
across her lap. I obeyed. She opened her beautiful soft legs
so that my red balloon balls and peter slipped between them.
What I had most feared was about to happen. This gorgeous
girl was going to spank me on my bare ass like a little boy. 

"Girls," Susan said, "This is how you take control when you
are babysitting a naughty older male child. Gary knows that
he has been a bad little boy, and deserves a bare bottom
spanking as punishment. Isn't that right, Gary?"

"Ye ye ye yes, Mi Miss," I replied. The class laughed. 

Susan began to spank me really hard, first with her hand,
and then with the hairbrush. My poor butt was already very
sore from my caning that morning.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

"Please, Miss Tanner, not so hard. It really really hurts,"
I screamed. 

But she just kept right on. 

Susan said, "Girls, when you spank an older boy he will
usually beg and plead and do anything to get you to stop.
But it is very important that you keep spanking until the
boy is crying, and is genuinely sorry for his bad behavior."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK  

After being over her knees for several minutes I was crying
loudly, and she finally stopped. I thought the spanking was
over, but she kept me over her lap, and said, "Would any of
you like to try a spank or two?" Hands shot into the air.
During the next ten minutes all of the girls took a turn as
I lay over Susan's lap. Even the four mothers in the
audience came up front and used the hairbrush on me. That
really hurt! 

Mrs. Miller finally said, "I am very sorry to say that our
class time is up for this evening. On behalf of the Girls
Club, I would like to thank Miss Tanner for her most
enlightening and entertaining talk. I hope that she, and the
child, can return in the near future." 

Susan smiled, and thanked Mrs. Miller for inviting her.
The audience gave Susan a standing ovation.

As Susan drove me toward her home she said, "Gary, I think
the audience enjoyed our little demonstration, don't you
agree?" 

I stammered, "Ye ye ye yes, Mi Mi Miss." Then I started
crying again.