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Title:        Please Don't Spank Me Mister
Author:     MeatBot
Keywords: Pedo, spanking

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Naughty little girls must be spanked!

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story
is all made up. I do not condone the spanking of cute little girls.
Even ugly ones. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





Saffron Windsor Jameston was not a bad girl. She wasn't that different
than any other kid. She was a little outspoken, though, and she had a
stubborn streak. That, as much as anything, was probably what got her
in trouble most of the time.

Just like now. She was sitting outside the principal's office,
watching his secretary move papers around on her desk. Saffron knew
what she was here for. She knew what she was in trouble for. Another
girl had made her mad on the playground, so she'd simply smashed the
girl's face into the monkey bars. End of problem. Sadly for Saffron,
start of problem. Here she sat.

Finally Mr. Roberts opened the door and motioned her inside. Poop, she
thought. Here we go again. This was like the third time this year for
her. But, she realized, this one was going to be the worst. This one
had caused a girl to bleed.

She sat in the chair he indicated. He sat back down behind his desk,
and picked up a piece of paper. The silence stretched. Saffron got a
little impatient, but she knew better than to open her big mouth at
this stage.

"Well, Saffron, we meet again," said Mr. Roberts finally. He looked at
her, and weirdly, he gave her a sunny smile. She smiled back weakly.
This was not really a smiling matter, she knew.

His smile disappeared. "You are here on a serious matter, my child.
You gave Sunny Taylor a bloody lip, and probably an irrational,
lifelong fear of playground equipment."

She finally nodded, unsure of what reaction he wished for.

"Since Mrs. Jones was unable to determine who started the quarrel, I'm
going to go slightly easy on you. Sunny has a record almost as long as
yours. We will consider her fat lip punishment enough for her. You,
however, are going to have the opportunity be be grown-up about this,
and take your punishment like a big girl. Deal?"

She smiled weakly again, and nodded. Whatever. He was a grown-up, he
was going to do what he wanted anyway. That's what sucked about being
a kid.

"Saffron, as you know, this is a private school. We are not bound by
all of the restrictive laws and regulations that public schools are.
This school believes in the old adage about sparing the rod and
spoiling the child. This school believes in corporal punishment. I,
frankly, am somewhat amazed you haven't experienced it yet, but
according to your record, you have not. This should be a new
experience for you, and one that we hope helps you decide what to do
the next time a disagreement erupts on the playground. Understand?"

She nodded, not really understanding at all. Well, she thought, let's
get it on, so I can get out of here. This was actually punishment
enough for her, having to sit through crap like this.

Mr. Roberts bent to the intercom on his desk. "Mrs. Smith," he said,
"could you run down to the bus barn at tell Alvin I need to see him
sometimes today? He is not answering his phone."

Mr. Roberts stood, and walked to the door. Am I going to get to leave?
she had a fraction of a second to think, before he carefully, quietly
slid the deadbolt locked. Poop, she thought again.

He sat on the couch against the wall, sitting on the edge of it, his
knees out in front of him. He motioned to her, and kind of come here
thing. She slowly got up, and walked towards him, not sure still what
was going on.

"Saffron, dear, please pull your panties down to your knees," Mr.
Roberts said, shocking her. What? she thought. My panties? What am I
gonna do, go to the bathroom in here? Good grief!

"Now, child," he said, a little more harshly. Good grief, she thought
again, and slowly reached beneath her skirt and slid her panties down
slightly. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes, and he nodded his
head. She finally bent slightly at the waist, and slid them down to
her knees. She stood back up, acutely aware that she was naked,
beneath her skirt. 

"Come around here..." he leaned and placed his hand on her side,
guiding her to his side. "Lean over," he said. "Lay down on my knees."
She had to walk funny, since her panties were at her knees, and
sliding down even further.

What was this crap? Was she getting a spanking? It suddenly all made
sense to her. Oh, shit, she thought, the worst word she knew. He's
gonna spank my bottom. That's what that word... corporate
punishment... must mean. Shit.

He pressed in the middle of her back, and she almost fell over on his
knees. She was really surprised at the progression of events. She'd
never been spanked in her life. And he was going to do it? This man,
her principal? On her bare bottom? What was that all about? Could he
do that?

She lay on his knees, afraid to move. She felt his hands lifting her
skirt, and he placed it above her waist. She felt cool air from the
air conditioner on her bare bottom, and was embarrassed. He can see
me, she thought. He can see my bare bottom. My dad doesn't even see my
bare bottom any more.

He waited a long time, and she finally wondered what he was doing. She
turned her head and looked behind her as best she could, and she saw
his head rising back up. He'd had it down, down there, down there at
her bottom. Once again, she wondered, what is going on here?

"Saffron, I am sorry, but I must do my duty. Ten licks. Here goes."

The first strike shocked and surprised her. She was shocked at how
much it hurt, he hit hard and fast. And he had big, hard hands, she
thought. Ouch, that really stings. She could already feel pain
spreading across her bottom, like heat.

The second one was worse, on her other cheek. She flinched and
scrabbled for a hold, almost feeling like she was going to fall off
his knees.

"I've got you, don't worry," he said. She still worried. 

The third really hurt. And the fourth was out of this world. I don't
know if I can stand five more of these, she was thinking when the
fifth one hit. Her whole bottom burned, now, it stung. She felt tears
in her eyes, and she felt helpless as one dripped on the floor. Six.
Seven. She was wiggling around, and he put his other hand in the
middle of her back to steady her. Eight. Nine.

"And, number ten," Mr. Roberts said. Smack. Number ten. She drew a
gasping breath, holding back the tears with all her inborn
stubbornness. She did not was this man to see her cry. She could cry
later. Her whole bottom pulsated and burned. Shit, she thought again.
That really hurt. She drew a snuffling breath in through her nose.
Damn, damn. Shit.

Once again nothing happened for a while, and she turned her head again
and looked back behind her. His head was down, way down close to her
bottom, and she wondered what he was doing. She heard him breathing
then, like he was sucking air in through his nose. Whatever is he
doing, she thought.

"There, there, it's over," Mr. Roberts finally said. She started to
get up, but he held her, pressing down in the middle of her back. Then
his hand left her, and she could feel him doing something.

"I have some lotion that will take the burn out. Hold still," he said,
and suddenly she felt blessed coolness on her bottom. Then she felt
his hand, that big mean hand that had just spanked her, rubbing on her
bottom. That feels good, she thought, not yet thinking that a man had
his hands on her bottom. It just felt good, after the burn of the
spanking. 

"Saffron, dear," he said. "Put your right leg on the floor. That will
make it easier." She slowly spread her leg out in front of him until
it touched the floor. She felt his hand then, inside her legs, almost
touching her private spots. He didn't though, but he did smear lotion
on her bottom hole, rubbing it in. How peculiar, she thought. How very
peculiar. She didn't have anything really to judge the whole
experience by, it was the first time it had been done to her. And, she
hoped, the last. Although, this part of it did feel pretty good.

Goodness, she thought. This part is taking way longer than the
spanking part. He just rubbed and rubbed, and she was content to lay
there. It felt pretty good, all in all. It was almost worth it, she
thought. A man, she told herself, a man is rubbing my bottom. And it
feels good.

He finally stood her up, and rushed back behind his desk. She went to
the door, and waited for him to say something. He was fumbling with
something below his desk, out of her line of sight. Finally he got
done, and he began rearranging some papers on his desk with one hand.
She wondered, yet again, what was going on.

"Saffron," he finally said. "Your punishment is between you and me
only, and you shouldn't discuss it with anyone. Not your teacher or
other students. It's over with, now, and we can all safely forget it.
Just let it be a lesson to you. Remember it only when you feel like
doing something you shouldn't. Like hurting someone else."

She thought for a minute. She had no desire to do it, but she wondered
what he would say at the question she was thinking.

"Can I tell my parents?" she asked. He stared at her, and finally
nodded thoughtfully. He's still doing something beneath his desk, she
thought. Whatever is he doing?

"Yes, you can tell them. Just tell them you got in trouble and got a
small spanking. That's all you need to tell them."

She nodded. Nope, not gonna do that, she thought. Don't wanna get in
trouble again. She was glad he wasn't going to send a note home with
her or anything.

"You may go, dear. Just be good, please, so I don't have to do that
again."

She wrestled with the deadbolt, and finally got it turned. She left
without looking back. Her bottom didn't feel bad at all, now. It had
felt kinda nice to have him rub and squeeze it, she thought. Kinda
nice. 





Life went on as usual. The events of that afternoon receded from her
mind. In all actuality, she didn't remember it next time she was
tempted to do something bad. It was the last thing on her mind when
Lindsay Jacobs scribbled on the picture she was drawing at church
camp. Saffrom reached across the table and grabbed the other girls
picture, held it up, and tore it in two, just like that.

"You should not do stuff like that," she said. "That's what you get."

Lindsay howled in anger, and hopped down and went right to Mr.
Barrington, who was helping some other kids. Well, shit, thought
Saffron. Here we go again.

Mr. Barrington approached the table, a frown on his face.

"Saffron. Did you tear up Lindsay's picture?" he asked, and she
nodded.

"Yeah, she scribbled on mine and ruined it." It seemed fair to
Saffron. You do something, and you get something done to you. It's
that simple, she thought.

"Saffron, here of all places, we turn the other cheek. Come with me,
please," he said. Oh, for crying out loud, she thought. Really? The
office, just for this? Again? She followed him, dejectedly.

He took her into a small room where a bunch of folding chairs were
kept. He closed, and she noticed he locked the door. Warning bells
were ringing in her mind. This, again? she thought. Fuck. She tried
out the new word she'd heard her brother use. Fuck. It fell satisfying
to say. She said it again, and again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Saffron. Young lady," he said. "I don't want to do this, but I don't
want you get in the habit of being a bad girl. I'm going to give you a
little spanking, just so you'll think twice next time. Do you
understand why I'm doing it?"

"yes, sir," she said, looking at his hands. She hoped this one didn't
hurt like the last one had. Still... the part after the spanking was
pleasant, at least.

She automatically reached beneath her one-piece dress and pulled her
panties down her to knees. He didn't tell her to, but she just
thought, that's what you did. And... it was kinda fun to be bare... in
front of somebody. She felt a wicked little thrill run through her
when she thought, another man is gonna see my bottom.

She could tell he was surprised, though. He just sat back and regarded
her strangely.

"Okay..." he finally said, and she went and stood beside him.

"Your knees aren't right," she said. "They need to be up."

"I see this is not your first time," Mr. Barrington said. "Yes, you
are correct." He situated his knees, and she bent over them. He helped
her up slightly, and she felt him pull her dress up past her waist.
Once again, her bottom was exposed. Then he did the same thing that
Mr. Roberts had done, he put his face right down at her bottom, and
she could hear him breathing. She could actually feel his breath on
her, when he breathed out. She had her head turned, and she could see
him do it. How very weird grown-ups are, she thought. What is he
doing, smelling of me? I hope I smell good, she thought... although...
I did just poop a little while ago... I hope I got it all wiped off...

"Okay, dear, here goes," said Mr. Barrington finally. She almost
laughed when his hand struck her. He was just barely hitting her. By
the fourth one she giggled out loud. She just couldn't help it.

"What?" he said, stopping.

"Mr. Barrington," she said. "That does not hurt at all. You are not
doing it right."

He was a bit nonplussed. What an odd little girl, he thought. Does she
want it to hurt?

"I will try a little harder. Thank you." he said, and she snorted one
last time. Silly man, she thought.

He did swat a little harder, but it still barely hurt. Mr. Roberts has
got it over on you, she thought. She finally wiggled and jumped about,
acting like it hurt, hoping to give him some satisfaction. He stopped
at ten, just like Mr. Roberts. Is ten the magic number? Weird.

"Okay, darling," he said, "It's over. I'm sorry to have to do that to
you. Just remember it, next time you're tempted to be wicked."

"Yes, sir," she said, content to lay on his knees. What about the
rubbing? she thought. He didn't seem inclined to touch her.

"Mr. Barrington," she finally said. "Could you rub it some to make the
hurt go away? Please?"

He was silent for a moment, and didn't move. Then she felt his
hesitant touch, on her bottom. He finally rubbed harder, to her
satisfaction. She let her outside leg drop to the floor, and spread
her legs, like she had for Mr. Roberts. He stopped, and then started
again. She sighed, satisfied. She wished he had some lotion. That was
way better.

"Mr. Barrington," she said again. "You need to carry some lotion with
you, for when you have to do this. It helps, afterwards."

"Yes, ahem," he said. "I see you are an old pro at this. I will take
your suggestion into consideration."

She giggled. He was funny. She was content to lay there, and let him
rub her little butt. It felt good. 

"A little harder, please," she said. Holy shit, he thought. I have
totally lost control of this situation. She is playing me like a cheap
fiddle. But, he rubbed harder. It felt as good for him as it did for
her. How interesting, he thought. You learn something new about
yourself every day. I never knew, I honestly never knew.





That night, at the dinner table, she recited the events of the day. On
impulse, she told about Lindsay Jacobs and the paper incident. Her
mother and father met eyes across the table.

"And Mr. Barrington said one of you needs to spank me," she ended
with, looking at her dad. She'd much rather he did it, but she'd let
them decide.

"Well, Saffron, you have had a full day, it sounds like," her mom
finally said. She nodded and took another bite of mashed potatoes.

"Bill? Would you like to do the honors?" her mother said. He dad got a
panicky look on his face.

"Me? I never..."

Her little brother started laughing. "Saffy's gonna get a spankin',
Saffy's gonna get a spankin'," he said. She carefully smacked him
right in the forehead, and he sat back and shut up.

"Saffron! Child!" her mother said, exasperated. What was getting into
this girl? "Bill! Spank her butt, please."

"Come on, Saffron," her dad said, standing. She followed him, and
weirdly, of all places, he went out in the garage. He took a folding
chair from beside his workbench, and sat on it. She knew the drill by
now. She was still wearing the same dress she'd worn to church camp,
and she bent slightly and dropped her panties to her knees.

"Oh, is that the way we do it?" her dad said, seemingly surprised.
"Yep," she said, and draped herself over his lap.

"Girl, we gotta stop meeting like this," he said. She laughed. He
swatted her, halfway hard, and she realized her dress was still down.

"Dad," she said, exasperated. "You're not doing it right, at all. Pull
my dress up."

He laughed. She was just blowing his mind, tonight, for some reason.
She finally reached back and pulled her dress up to her waist,
exposing her ass to his gaze. What a cute little butt, he thought
idly. Butts period look cute. Big ones, little ones, it don't matter.
Butts are cute.

"Okay, dad. At least try," she said, and he snorted. He smacked her
good, just for the hell of it. He was satisfied to see her jerk, and
she looked back at him. Was that good enough for you? he thought. He
smacked her again, a little harder even.

Two more swats, and Saffron had had enough screwing around. When he
swatted her this time, she said "Fuck!" loudly. He snorted in
surprise, and stopped completely.

"Dear," he said, reaching down and turning her head so they could
stare at each other.

"I'm not going to ask you where you heard that word. I hope it wasn't
from me. But young ladies do not say things like that. I never want to
hear that word again, from your mouth. Got it?"

She regarded him solemnly. "Well, then," she said. "Spank me. So I'll
remember not to say it."

Shit, he thought. She acts just like she wants to be spanked. What is
it with this kid? Jeezus. He drew his hand back, and swatted her
again. Hard. He did want her to remember, next time. Maybe this will
actually do some good, if I make it hurt enough, he thought.

By the time he got to ten, Saffron was almost crying again. She kind
of wished she'd kept her mouth shut. But, it was true, he hadn't
really been trying. He'd corrected that problem, and her bottom stung
like fire. Now the good part, she thought.

"Daddy..." she didn't have to try too hard to sound weepy. "Would you
rub it and make it feel better now?

He laughed softly. He placed his hand of her soft sweet ass, and
rubbed it around.

"You got any lotion?" she asked. He laughed again.

"It just so happens I do," he said, and stood her up. He retrieved a
tube of hand lotion from his workbench, and sat back down. She
sniffled theatrically, and lay back across his knees. Once again, she
dropped her leg to the floor, and spread her other leg. She felt the
cool lotion on her bottom, and it felt good. He began to rub it in.

"You okay out there?" she heard her mom call through the door. Don't
come out, don't come out, Saffron thought. We need our privacy.

"Almost done," her dad said loudly. He rubbed and rubbed.

"Harder," said Saffron, and he dutifully rubbed harder. That feels so
good, thought Saffron. We gotta do this more often. I gotta remember
to be bad more often. She felt his slippery hand in the crack of her
butt, and he rubbed her little bottom hole. Oh, she thought, do that.

"Daddy," she whispered loudly, "Do that."

"You like that, hmmm..." he said, laughing softly to himself. I need a
spanking, now, he thought. She's my daughter. Shame on me. But he
didn't stop, he rubbed and pressed her cute little rosebud. On impulse
he squirted some lotion on his finger, and slowly, gently pressed his
finger into her body. She didn't say anything, but he felt her tense
up. She finally relaxed, and he gently stroked his finger in and out
of her an inch or two. She finally sighed. He hoped it felt good. It
sure as hell felt good to him. Good and sexy. He thought the same
thing Mr. Barrington had thought. I did not know this about myself.

"Darlin'," he finally said. "Enough is enough. We gotta stop. Run in
the house and finish your dinner." 

She didn't want to stop, but she knew he was right. Enough was enough.
There'd always be another time, she thought. She slid off him, and he
stood, rearranging something inside his pants. She giggled and ran
back into the house. Her little brother was eating peas off her plate.

"You little jerk!" she said, mad again. It was too soon, though. She
forced herself to calm down, content with just glaring at him.
There'll be other times, she thought. There'll be other times.





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