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

BY MAX SMART

[ 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 the 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?"