



                   TERRI GIVES LISA A HAND 

                             by

                        Joe Whatever


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"'The burned hand teaches best.'  Remember, this is for your own 
good," Terri added, piously.  "And it's going to hurt me more 
than it's going to hurt you!"

Lisa doubted it.  The 29-year-old executive had always wondered 
what a spanking would be like, and she was initially delighted 
when her older friend had agreed to give her a "firsthand 
demonstration."  But she couldn't believe that Terri was going 
to spank her in front of their women's club.  As Lisa looked up 
at the smiling faces around her, she knew she was going to get 
it good.  Mrs. Waters had insisted on corner time.  Mrs. Javert 
had brought her old wooden hairbrush.  Mrs. Patterson had brought 
the punishment outfit.

Damn Mrs. Patterson!  The blushing young woman was now naked, 
except for a midriff-baring t-shirt (with Barbie's picture on 
it) and tight white underpants (decorated with smiling pandas).

The thoughtful Mrs. Eves had even brought a camera.

Lisa blushed and squirmed as Terri teasingly traced her finger 
across a row of the happy, dancing pandas.  

Terri knew Lisa could be willful, spoiled, and undisciplined.  
Taking the little princess down a peg or two was not a wholly 
unsatisfying experience....

Lisa gasped as she felt Terri's fingers worm their way under the 
waistband of her juvenile panties.

FLASH!  Mrs. Eves caught Lisa's expression: a perfect mixture of 
shock, horror, and utter humiliation.

"Please, Terri!" Lisa wailed.  "I'm 29!  You can't spank me bare!  
Not in front of everyone!"

"I warned you that I spanked for real...and that you would cry real 
tears," Terri replied, sternly.  "You didn't think that being 29 
would save you from an underpants-downer, did you?"

"Bare is best!" Mrs. Patterson cackled.

"I can hardly wait to tell my friends!" Mrs. Eves chortled.

"She won't be so snooty with her underpants around her knees," 
Mrs. Javert sniffed.

The verdict was unanimous.  Lisa's face turned red as she felt 
her panties slide down, down, down.  She tried to ignore the sly 
chuckles and satisfied smirks of her enthusiastic audience as she 
studied the carpet.

Her attention was soon diverted to more pressing matters as Terri's 
hand exploded on her bare bottom in a flurry of spanks.  Lisa's 
bare feet soon kicked her underpants across the room as she 
shamelessly wiggled her red fanny for her tittering audience.  

Terri's palm quickly grew red and sore.  Tonight was an important 
first step in getting her hand back in "spanking shape."  She 
knew she would have to gradually build up her strength if she was 
going to provide Lisa with the discipline she needed.

"A burnt hand teaches best," Terri chuckled to herself as she 
reached for the leather slipper.



Edited by C. Lakewood


                                    