LETTER FROM A STRICT MOM (II) - THE SEAT OF LEARNING

BY MAX SMART

This is a continuation of what may become a series that started with "Letter From A Strict Mom". If you liked that story, you might like this one. If that one wasn't to your taste, then this one probably won't be either.

This story concerns the physical disciplining of a teenage girl. It is not a "spanking" story in the literal sense (in fact buttocks don't even have a leading role), but I hope that it is faithful to a certain kinks related to spanking -discipline, punishment, humiliation, bared body parts, etc.

This story is fiction for the purposes of sexual fantasy only. I do NOT endorse the actions of any of the characters as things that ought to take place in the real world.

"Letter From A Strict Mom (I)" 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...

[ part 1 ]

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.