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 The Vacation by Stevenson
   copyright 2007 by Stevenson, all rights reserved
   * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit
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   "Why do you have to go?" Artie Turner asked his mother.
   "I don't have to go but I want to go." Betty Turner told her son.  "Free
trips to Vegas don't come along everyday and I want to enjoy this prize."
   "So why can't I come too?" Artie whined.
   Betty Turner briefly considered being in Vegas with her eleven-year-old
son.  Being a single mother was bad enough, but to spoil her first chance
of a real vacation in years - that just wasn't happening.  This would be
her fun time, time away from her son who demanded so much of her time.  She
was just glad that a friend was willing to watch Artie for her.  Leaving on
a Friday, returning on the second Sunday, added up to about ten days of
free babysitting.
   "You just can't.  The contest was only open to people 18 or above and
you're too young to use the prize."
   "Then do I have to say with Mrs.  Bachman?" Artie whined.  "Why not with
Cousin Joel?  Or with..."
   "Because Mrs.  Bachman was nice enough to invite you to stay," Betty
Turner answered.  Unspoken was the real reason - her friend Carmela Bachman
was the only one she knew who was willing to watch her son for free. 
Everyone else wanted her to kick in some money for food and that would be
money she wouldn't have in Vegas.  "And besides she only lives a few blocks
away.  If you were with Cousin Joel then your friends couldn't visit you."
   "But I don't like her.  And she has that stupid girl."
   "Artie!  Lisa isn't stupid.  She's just a bit younger than you.  You
can't expect a little kid to be as smart as you."
   Artie grumbled, but knew his mother was right.  About Lisa at least;
there was still something about Mrs.  Bachman he didn't like.  He couldn't
put his finger on it, he just didn't like her.
   Betty drove Artie over to her friend's house with her suitcases in her
car.  In addition to watching her son Carmela had offered to keep an eye on
her car so she wouldn't have to pay for airport parking.  Betty found her
friend waiting on the front steps and a cab waiting in front of the house.
   "Oops, there's my cab.  Now behave for Mrs.  Bachman.  Thanks for
watching him for me!  Bye!  Love you!"
   Artie watched the cab take his mother away.  Turning he saw Mrs. 
Bachman watching him.  With a shrug he carried his suitcase up the steps.
   "Wipe that frown off your face young man." Mrs.  Bachman chided.  "Bring
your things and come in."
   Once he was inside Mrs.  Bachman shut the door, latching it behind him.
   "So where's my room?" Artie asked in an irritated tone.
   The sound of running feet caught his ear.  Artie turned to see Lisa
dashing down the staircase.
   And he saw a lot of her.  She was just wearing a pair panties; no more.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner are you peeking at my daughter when she's
practically naked?" Mrs.  Bachman thundered.
   "Um, well..." Artie was a lost of what to say.  Obviously he was, but it
wasn't his fault!  The girl was running through the house in just her
underwear.  He knew he shouldn't be looking at girls in their underwear but
how was this his fault?  It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. 
Lisa probably ran around like that all the time.  It was her house after
all and she didn't have any brothers.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner I'm shocked!  Totally shocked!  I take you as a
guest in my home and you do this?  Lisa's only six years old and you..."
   "But I didn't really....  It isn't my fault!" Artie stammered.
   "Lisa!" Mrs.  Bachman snapped.  "Go to your room."
   "But mom!" Lisa whined.
   "I said now."
   Lisa was muttering something under her breath as she disappeared up the
staircase.  Artie couldn't help but watch her as she retreated up the
stairs; her panties framing her little butt perfectly.
   "And as for you young man."
   Artie was rudely yanked out of his reflections on Lisa's bum as Mrs. 
Bachman grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the couch.
   "But it wasn't my fault!" Artie protested.  "It wasn't!"
   "So you look at my daughter when she's almost naked and it's her fault?
How can you blame a little girl like that?"
   Artie couldn't believe what was happening.  Mrs.  Bachman was undoing
his fly and Artie couldn't pretend he didn't know what was going to come
next.  While he lacked personal experience with it some of his friends were
spanked and they'd confided in him how it was done and how sometimes jeans
came down.  The mother of one of those friends had once been in Mrs. 
Bachman's position and Artie had stopped her.  She hadn't tried to take
down his jeans but she had tried to put him over her knees.  He still
remembered what he had said and since it worked then it should work now.
   "You can't do that!" Artie told her.  "My mom doesn't and so you can't!"
   Mrs.  Bachman lowered Artie's jeans to the floor.
   "Are you saying your mother doesn't spank you?" Mrs.  Bachman demanded
as she worked his jeans over his shoes.
   "No she doesn't." Artie proclaimed.
   "Well let me think about that." Mrs.  Bachman said, taking a seat on the
couch.
   Artie grinned.  The phrase had worked again.  Not only did it work but
it was practically completely true.
   Mrs.  Bachman thought briefly, then she grabbed Artie and hauled him
over her lap.
   "What!  You can't!  My mom doesn't!"
   "Your mom left you in my charge and she knows I spank so she must
approve of me spanking you." Mrs.  Bachman told him.
   Artie couldn't understand what was happening.  Mrs.  Bachman was
ignoring his protests and pulling down his underwear.  His mind was reeling
as he tried to make sense of it all.  His mom couldn't have told Mrs. 
Bachman she could do this.  Even Mrs.  Bachman wasn't saying that.
   "Just call my mom!" Artie begged.  "She'll tell you nOOO!"
   Mrs.  Bachman let her palm rest where it had landed on his right bottom
cheek.
   "I can't." Mrs.  Bachman explained, raising her hand again.  "She's in a
cab without a cell phone."
   "But AHH Stop!  Just wait until you can call her!" Artie pleaded.
   "That smack would slap take smack too long smack." Mrs.  Bachman said
slowly as she began slapping out a rhythm on his backside.
   "No it wouldn't!" Artie protested.
   "Of course it would." Mrs.  Bachman said as she kept up her rhythm,
landing a smack every few words.  "First she'll be at the airport and I
won't be able to reach her there.  Then she'll be on the airplane.  Then
she'll be an another cab.  I won't be able to call her until sometime
tonight."
   "So wait 'til them." Artie cried.
   "I can't." Mrs.  Bachman asserted.  "You have to strike when the iron's
hot.  For a spanking to do any good it has to happen as soon after the
naughtiness as possible."
   "Please stop!" Artie sobbed.  "Stop!  Please!  Don't!  I'll be good.  I
won't ahh do it again."
   "So you're confessing you did it this time?" Mrs.  Bachman demanded.
   "No!  Ahhh just please stop OOOHH just call my moooom!" Artie sobbed.
   Mrs.  Bachman ignored his pleas and kept spanking.  It was only after
his tears were streaming down his face and his bottom was a nice shade of
red that she stopped.
   "Now I think it's time for you to stand in the corner." Mrs.  Bachman
declared.
   Artie just sobbed.  He didn't think of resisting as Mrs.  Bachman took
off his t-shirt, shoes, and socks.  Once he was stripped bared Mrs. 
Bachman steered him into a corner.  As Artie sobbed Mrs.  Bachman
disappeared with his clothes and his suitcase.
   Artie cried himself out standing there rubbing at his backside.
   "Okay, you can leave the corner." Mrs.  Bachman declared.
   Artie didn't want to stop rubbing at his backside but he forced himself
to cup his front as he turned.
   "Where are my sniff clothes?" Artie asked.
   "Clothes!  After what you did you want clothes?" Mrs.  Bachman said with
a shake of her head.  "I'm sorry, but after you invaded my daughter's
privacy you don't deserve any.  You peeked at her so it's only fair that
you don't wear any clothes now."
   "WHAT?"
   "Don't you use that tone with me young man." Mrs.  Bachman said firmly.
"If I have to take you over my lap again I will."
   Artie couldn't believe his ears.  She couldn't be threatening him with
another spanking, could she?  How could she?  And how could she want him to
be naked when...
   "But if I don't have any clothes then Lisa will see me." Artie said
triumphantly.  "And she's a girl so I have to wear clothes."
   "No you don't." Mrs.  Bachman informed him.  "If she sees your bare bum
then she sees it.  In fact her seeing it is part of your punishment."
   "What?"
   "Well you saw her practically naked, right?"
   "But she wasn't!" Artie protested.  "She had something on her bum."
   "So you are just a little bit more naked then she was." Mrs.  Bachman
replied.  "Since you were peeking on her it's only fair."
   "But it's not fair!" Artie sobbed.  "It's not!"
   "Oh stop crying or I'll give you something more to cry about." Mrs. 
Bachman scolded.  "It's just until you go to bed tonight.  As long as you
behave yourself there's no reason you can't wear clothes for the rest of
your stay here."
   "But it's not fair."
   Mrs.  Bachman advanced on him and Artie shied away.  Mrs.  Bachman bent
him over her leg and delivered a trio of slaps on his sore bum.  Artie
started sobbing again and forgot his protests.
   He was still crying when Lisa reappeared at her mother's side.  She was
now wearing a dress and holding a roll of paper towels.
   "Now Lisa, mommy has a big job for you."
   "I can see his weewee." Lisa giggled.
   "And you can see his bare bum too.  That's your job."
   "To watch his bummie?" Lisa giggled.
   "No, to make sure he doesn't put his bare bum on our furniture.  That's
why you have the paper towels." Mrs.  Bachman explained.  "When he goes to
sit you put a paper towel under his dirty little bum."
   "It's all red." Lisa giggled.
   "That's because mommy had to spank him."
   Artie wanted to shrink into the floor as they talked about him like he
wasn't in the room.
   "Why?" Lisa asked, her eyes fixed on Artie.
   "Because he saw you when you were just in your panties." Mrs.  Bachman
informed her.  "You know boys aren't supposed to look at you when you don't
have all your clothes on."
   "But you said to..."
   "He was naughty to look at you so I had to spank him." Mrs.  Bachman
said, interrupting her daughter.  "And since he peeked at you it's only
fair that he show you everything he has."
   "It's fair?" Lisa asked.
   "Yes, it's fair." Mrs.  Bachman confirmed.
   That was when Artie learned that it was impossible to die from
embarrassment.  Mrs.  Bachman had already showed him that you couldn't die
from a spanking and Lisa following him around convinced him that you
couldn't die from embarrassment not matter how much you wanted to.  Artie
tired to keep himself covered but with Lisa following him around there was
no way he could keep himself covered all the time, not with Lisa taking her
special job so seriously.
   Artie wasn't sure if his was the first boy's body she had seen but by
suppertime he knew she had seen everything that a boy body's had.
   At supper Artie didn't feel much like sitting and Mrs.  Bachman just
chuckled as he ate standing up.
   "That's the way a naughty little boy should eat." Mrs.  Bachman told
him, bringing a fresh round of giggles from Lisa.
   Artie couldn't believe it when Mrs.  Bachman announced he had the same
bedtime as Lisa.  She was just a little kid and he was way older, but
tonight he didn't fight it.  When Mrs.  Bachman announced it was time to
change for bed it meant that he was changing into his PJs.
   Mrs.  Bachman escorted him to the room he would be using where a pair of
PJs were laid out on the bed.  Artie wanted her to leave but she stayed and
watched him dress.  Then she tucked him into the bed, making sure the
sheets were tight.  Artie opened his mouth to protest but closed it without
saying anything.  After this afternoon he wasn't going to give her any
reason to smack his bottom again.
   "I might be in bed but I'm not going to sleep." Artie muttered after
Mrs. Bachman left the room.  "It's way too early to sleep.  I'll stay up
the entire night just to teach her a lesson."
   Artie was rudely awakened as the sheets were pulled off him.
   "Artie, your mother wants to talk to you." Mrs.  Bachman said, handing
him a cordless phone.
   Artie was still trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he put the
phone to his ear.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner how could you do that!"
   "Mom?" Artie asked her voice penetrated his sleepyhead.
   "How could you peek at Lisa!  She's practically a baby!"
   "But mom..."
   "Mrs.  Bachman took you into her home and this how you repay her?" Betty
thundered.
   "But mom Mrs.  Bachman spanked me!" Artie whined.
   "Of course she did!  If you act up and she can't keep you there I can't
come and take you home.  You know that!  And her house, her rules!"
   "But mommy she spanked me!" Artie repeated.  His mother couldn't have
heard him the first time.
   "Put Mrs.  Bachman back on." Betty commanded.
   Artie handed the phone back to Mrs.  Bachman.
   "Hello?  Uh ha.  Like I said if he's aggressive that way then obviously
he can't stay in the house with Lisa.  Uh ha.  Of course I feel that way,
wouldn't you?  Uh ha."
   Artie listened dumbly as Mrs.  Bachman talked.  The more he hear the
more he knew that Mrs.  Bachman had told his mother her side of the story
and he had missed his chance to explain what really happened.  How it was
an accident he had seen Lisa in her panties.  How it really wasn't his
fault.
   Mrs.  Bachman didn't put the phone down as she sat on Artie's bed.. 
Hanging on her every word he wasn't expecting it when he grabbed him and
hauled him towards her lap.
   "No!  Don't!" Artie protested.
   Mrs.  Bachman balanced the phone in the crock of her neck as she yanked
down his PJs
   "No!  Stop!  Mom, make her stop!" Artie pleaded.
   Mrs.  Bachman ignored his protests and landed six hard smacks on his
backside.  Artie howled.  He knew that his mother had to be able to hear
what was happening.
   When Mrs.  Bachman released him Artie pulled up his PJs while Mrs. 
Bachman continued to talk on the phone.
   "I see.  Artie, your mother wants to speak to you."
   Artie grabbed the phone.
   "Mommy?  Did you hear..."
   "Arthur Anthony Turner I'm ashamed that you made her do this.  If I hear
that Mrs.  Bachman's had to spank you again...  Well I better not hear it."
   "But mom!  Mom?" Artie said into the dead phone.
   "Now let's get you back to bed." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   Artie tried to resist but between the shock of his mother's react and
his tiredness Mrs.  Bachman had no problem tucking him in tight again.
   The next morning Artie woke to the words:
   "And are you going to sleep all day?"
   As he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes Mrs.  Bachman took his hand
and led him down to breakfast.  Lisa was already at the table, wearing a
short nightgown.
   'Maybe this won't be so bad.' Artie thought to himself.  The breakfast
was good and no one mentioned a thing about what had happened yesterday.
   Then Mrs.  Bachman turned to her daughter and said: "Lisa, did you spill
something on your nightgown?"
   "I don't think so.  Where?" Lisa asked as she checked herself.
   "On its bottom." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "Maybe you sat in something?"
   "Where?" Lisa asked, lifting her nightgown to look.
   Lisa had her nightgown half over her head before Artie realized he was
looking at her panties again.
   "I don't see nothing." Lisa said.
   "Well I guess I was wrong Arthur Anthony Turner are you looking at
Lisa's panties again?  Are you?"
   Lisa jerked her nightgown down and stared daggers at the older boy.
   "But..  But I didn't mean...  But she just..." Artie said in a vain
attempt to explain things.
   Mrs.  Bachman didn't seem willing to let him explain.  Down went his PJs
as Mrs.  Bachman spanked and spanked.  Artie sobbed at the unfairness of it
all, it then at the pain.  Then the top of his PJs were vanishing and he
was being pushed into a corner while Lisa giggled.
   "Well Lisa, it looks like you have to follow him around again today."
Mrs.  Bachman said solemnly.  "As long as he keeps sneaking peeks at you
Artie has no right to wear clothes in this house.  Now go and get changed
before mommy remembers there's another bum that gets spanked in this
house."
   "Really?  Who's that?" Lisa asked.
   Mrs.  Bachman just looked at her.  Suddenly Lisa was clutching at her
seat and running upstairs to change.
   Artie was crying in the corner, but hearing that exchange turned his
attention from his own throbbing backside to another backside.
   "Mrs.  Bachman did say she spanked and Lisa is her daughter." Artie
thought to himself.  "And Lisa knows her backside can be spanked.  Maybe
I'll see Lisa getting it."
   Not that seeing her get would make up for her seeing him getting it, or
being naked, but if he was going to keep being spanked for trying seeing
her naked he wanted to actually do it.
   Walking around all morning with Lisa following him wasn't any fun.  And
he had watch her Saturday morning shows.  Finally lunch came.
   "Now Artie, you have a choice." Mrs.  Bachman told him.  "You can sit
for lunch, or stand while you eat."
   His backside didn't hurt as much as it had, but Artie decided to stand.
   When Mrs.  Bachman was putting the food on the table Artie decided it
was time to wipe that grin off of Lisa's face.
   "Um, Mrs.  Bachman?  Do you really spank Lisa?" Artie asked, then
grinned when he saw a nervous expression appear on Lisa's face to replace
her smug grin.
   "Well of course I do." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "This is a house that
believes in spanking."
   "And do you spank her on her bare bum?" Artie asked, grinning as Lisa's
nervous expression was replaced by a worried one.
   "Most times." Mrs.  Bachman nodded.  "Why?  Would you like to see me do
it?"
   Lisa's hands shot back to shield her backside.  Artie just grinned and
said: "Sure!"
"Well then it's a good thing you're standing already." Mrs.  Bachman
declared.
   "Wait!  I asked about her!  Not me!" Artie protested as Mrs.  Bachman
positioned him.
   "You asked to see my daughter's bare bum and you didn't expect to be
spanked for it?" Mrs.  Bachman sneered.
   "But NOOO OHH AHH STOPPPPP!" Artie pleaded.
   But of course she didn't.  Through his tears Artie saw the smug grin was
back on Lisa's face.  Seeing it just made him cry harder.
   Then he was sobbing in a corner.  Through them he heard:
   "Lisa, stop looking so pleased with yourself.  You keep that up and
maybe Artie will see you get a spanking.  Don't you try that face with me!
Go stand in that corner, and if you're not quick you'll get there with a
sore bummie."
   After an eternity later Mrs.  Bachman called out that they could leave
their corners for lunch.  Turning, Artie saw that Lisa was frowning.
   "What's she frowning about?" Artie wondered to himself.  "She's still
got her clothes on and she wasn't even spanked or anything."
   As he ate Artie was glad that he'd chosen to stand; sitting was no
longer an option.
   Artie stayed naked to bedtime, then changed into PJs.
   Sunday went better for Artie.  He watched where he put his eyes.  He
watched what he said.  He didn't try to insist on seeing his friends.  As a
result, other than a pat now and then to get his attention stayed
unsmacked. Even when Mrs.  Bachman declared that he once more shared Lisa's
bedtime he went quietly.
   Artie heard Mrs.  Bachman coming towards his room while he was changing.
She was talking on the phone, and Artie didn't think she was just wandering
to his room on a whim so he hurried.  He jerked his PJ's bottoms up moments
before Mrs.  Bachman opened his bedroom door.
   "I see.  Well, I just wanted you to be aware.  He's right here." Mrs. 
Bachman told the phone, then she handed it to Artie.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner just what do you think you're doing?" Betty
shrieked.
   "But mom..."
   "After what I told you last time?"
   Artie tried to explained, he tried to interrupt her, but she just
wouldn't stop talking.
   "You know how much this trip means to me!  You know how expensive it is!
And these phone calls - they aren't cheep!  No, they aren't!  So why did
Mrs.  Bachman have to call me again?  Because you went and earned two
spankings in one day and she wanted to know if that was okay or should I
come home?  And for trying to peek on Lisa!  Who's practically a baby!  And
she called because I don't spank you at home!  Well buster I don't care if
she has to spank you ten or twenty times a day - you are going to learn to
behave.  Hell, maybe if Lisa spanked you THEN you would learn not to peek.
Now put Mrs.  Bachman back on!" Betty howled.
   "But mommy...."
   "I said to put Mrs.  Bachman back on!"
   Artie wanted to continue to try to explain, but Mrs.  Bachman claimed
the phone with a smile.  As he considered the aching in his ear, Artie
realized that Mrs.  Bachman must heard every word his mother had shouted.
He didn't listen to what Mrs.  Bachman told his mother, he just tried not
to think as Mrs.  Bachman pulled off his PJs and stretched him over her lap
for a long, hard spanking.  Once more he knew his mother cold hear what was
happening.  The rhythmic slaps, his howls and sobs, and Artie hoped his
mother might say something after Mrs.  Bachman went passed the six that she
had given him the last time she had talked with his mother.
   But she didn't.
   Mrs.  Bachman held the phone to his head.  Through his sobs he heard his
mother saying something about how a good spanking might do him some good.
   After he heard the click of the phone, Artie found himself positioned in
a corner.
   His face was still wet with tears when Mrs.  Bachman told him he could
leave it.
   "And you can forget about these." Mrs.  Bachman told him, holding his
PJs.  "After earning that spanking you're going to bed naked as the day you
were born."
   "But..."
   "But you want another one, don't you?" Mrs.  Bachman challenged.  "Well
your mother said you could have as many as you need."
   "No!" Artie sobbed.
   This second spanking didn't go on as long as the first one had, but it
was delivered on a throbbing butt.  Artie feel asleep sobbing into his
pillow.
   The next morning he was wakened by Mrs.  Bachman, who insisted he come
down for breakfast without dressing.  Once more Lisa giggled, announcing "I
can see his weewee."
   "That's because he was bad last night." Mrs.  Bachman announced.  "He
doesn't get to dress until after we eat.  When you're changing from your
nightclothes he'll be dressing for the first time today."
   After he dressed, Artie asked Mrs.  Bachman if he could call his friends
today.  While he hinted that he wanted to invite them over he was really
hoping that he could go to one of their houses.  Or backyards, or front
yards, or anywhere where his butt wasn't at risk.
   "I'm sorry, but I've got some friends coming over today." Mrs.  Bachman
said.  "And that means you have to be on your best behavior."
   Lise frowned at this news.
   "Your card game?" Lisa asked.
   "Yes, so you'll be keeping quiet this time, won't you?" Mrs.  Bachman
asked.
   She bobbed her head yes so much Artie thought Lisa's head might come
off.
   After lunch Mrs.  Bachman escorted Lisa to her room.  Artie just smiled
- for the first time since he had arrived his would be the hand on the
remote.
   Partway thought the afternoon Artie heard people arriving.  After a
while his curiosity got the better of him and he trudged out to see who was
there.  To his disappointment it was just girls.  Well, three women and a
girl who looked a few years older than him.
   "And that's my houseguest, come to honor us with his presence." Mrs. 
Bachman announced.  "Artie, this is Mrs.  Wiggum, Mrs.  Brown, and Mrs. 
Rodman.  The girl is Maggie Wiggum, her daughter."
   "So you have a boy around the house." Mrs.  Brown said.  "How's that
working out?"
   "Oh, not well.  Not well at all." Mrs.  Bachman answered.  "I've had to
spank and spank him."
   Artie froze in horror.  Surely she couldn't be telling these women about
that, could she?
   "You spank him?" Maggie asked, grinning at him.  "What for?"
   "Well he keeps trying to peek at Lisa, and her almost a baby." Mrs. 
Bachman laughed.  "It's like he's on the quest for a peek at the holy grail
or something.  Any chance to get a peek will do.  So far all he's seen are
panties, but even seeing them earns him a sore bottom."
   Laughter from the four women burned in his ears.
   "You mean he keeps doing even though he knows he'll get spanked for it?"
Maggie asked, her laughter adding to the others.
   "Oh yes, he knows." Mrs.  Bachman chuckled
   "So he wouldn't even leave the room if I did this?" Maggie asked with a
grin.
   Artie stared as the older girl undid the top of her jeans.  He gawked as
she unzipped them and let them fall to bunch at her knees.  Taking hold of
the front of her T-shirt she lifted it above her belly button, giving him a
clear view of her green underwear.
   "Well it looks like he did it again." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "Sorry girls,
I have to take care of this."
   "But it was my daughter that he looked at." Mrs.  Wiggum said.  "Should
I?"
   "But you're a guest!  I couldn't ask you to...  But if you feel strongly
about it, of course."
   Artie stared in horror as the woman advanced on him.  Maggie smirked and
reached for her jeans.
   "Oh don't be so quick with those." Mrs.  Bachman warned her.  "There's
still the matter of you flashing him your panties."
   "But...  But that was so he'd be...  I mean...." Maggie stammered.
   "Oh, I'm sure he would have gotten up to something." Mrs.  Bachman said
as she took Maggie's arm.  "And I won't have behavior like that in my
house. Sorry girls, it looks like the bridge game is being delayed."
   The other women just nodded, and helpfully moved chairs out from the
bridge table so the pair could deal with the matter at hand.
   "But you can't!" Artie wailed.
   Mrs.  Wiggum ignored him and led him to a chair.
   "So what's this rascal used to?" Mrs.  Wiggum asked.
   "I've just been using my hand." Mrs.  Bachman said as she escorted a
waddling Maggie.  "Would you believe his mother never spanks at all?"
   "No!  At his age?  That's when a boy needs it most." Mrs.  Wiggum said,
baring Artie's bottom.  "What kind of a mother is she?"
   "Speaking of mothers, is there a third naughty little bottom in the
house?" Mrs.  Rodman asked.
   "There's a third little bottom." Mrs.  Bachman acknowledged, "But it's
not a naughty one."
   "You mean you don't spank it?" Mrs.  Brown asked with a raised eyebrow.
   "You know I do." Mrs.  Bachman snapped.  "But Lisa only gets spanked
when she needs it, and right now she hasn't earned a spanking."
   "But mom!" Maggie wailed.  Mrs.  Bachman was taking off the girl's
jeans, but Maggie didn't try to appeal to the woman who was about to spank
her.
   "Oh, be quiet." Mrs.  Wiggum said.  "There's the table between the two
of you so you don't have to worry about this little Peeking Tom seeing your
bum."
   "And it's such a developed little bum that I'm sure he'd love to see
it." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "I usually spank a little girl's bum, but I still
remember how to spank a bigger girl's bum."
   "But Mrs.  Bachman..." Maggie tried to plead.
   Mrs.  Bachman just gave the girl a look and removed Maggie's panties.
   Artie was in position first, but Mrs.  Wiggum waited until her daughter
was over Mrs.  Bachman's lap.  The ends of the tablecloth blocked most of
Artie's view; he could barely make out Maggie's socked feet.
   "But AHH I didn't peeEEEKKKKK!" Artie wailed.  "She OH showed meeee!"
   "A slap likely smack story slap." Mrs.  Wiggum said, ignoring how Mrs.
Bachman was lecturing Maggie between spanks.  "Girls don't smack go around
smack showing their undies SMACK."
   "Now don't you even think about leaving this corner!" Mrs.  Wiggum
thundered as she positioned Artie in a corner behind her chair.  "If you so
much as look out then you'll get another spanking."
   His eyes fixed on the spot where the two walls met, Artie couldn't see
Maggie being positioned in the opposite corner.
   Voices penetrated his tears.  Artie could hear Maggie slowly gaining
control of her sobs, and a weird code.  Things like 2 spades and three NT
and stuff about clubs.  Occasionally they mentioned hearts, but Artie knew
they were just joking about that - those women had no hearts.
   As the pain faded Artie began to squirm and fidget.  Hours seemed to
pass,
   "So, how about a break?" Mrs.  Bachman suggested.
   The consensus was that a break would be good.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner, is your face out of that corner?" Mrs.  Bachman
demanded.
   Artie hadn't turned around, but his face was pointed to one side.  He
snapped it back in place, but knew that this would do him no good.
   "Maggie, I can see a little boy who can't keep facing a corner, but a
girl your age?" Mrs.  Wiggum demanded of her daughter.
   "But I need to pee." Maggie called back.
   "Well I didn't think of that." Mrs.  Bachman admitted.  "Artie, do you
need to go to the bathroom too?"
   "Yes." Artie answered.  Not only was it a way out, but now that Maggie
had mentioned it he did need to pee.
   "Well you can use the upstairs one while Maggie uses the downstairs
one." Mrs.  Bachman declared.
   To his surprise Mrs.  Rodman came over to his corner to escort him to
the bathroom.  One hand took his left arm while the other held his head so
it faced straight.
   "Don't think you're going to sneak peeks at Maggie." Mrs.  Rodman warned
him as they walked.
   When they passed Lisa's room Artie noticed her door was shut tight.
   Mrs.  Rodman left the bathroom door open, but faced away while he did
his business.  Artie was thanking the universe for small mercies when Mrs.
Rodman decided that his socks and t-shirt should stay in the guestroom
while he returned downstairs.
   Rounding the corner, Artie saw Maggie facing away from him as she stood
in front of Mrs.  Brown's chair.  Her t-shirt fell low on her; for all
Artie knew she could be wearing panties under it.  From her stance the girl
wasn't happy, and no wonder; Mrs.  Brown had hairbrush in her hand and
Artie didn't think she planned to brush Maggie's hair with it.
   "Now I think a pair of someones need to learn how important it is to
behave during corner time." Mrs.  Rodman said as she led Artie to her
chair, opposite that of Mrs.  Brown.
   Once more the tablecloth blocked Maggie from Artie's view.  But not his
ears.  Hearing the hard whacks produced by the hairbrush almost made Artie
feel sorry for Maggie.  But with Mrs.  Rodman was adding heat to his sore
butt and knowing Maggie was the only reason he'd been spanked at all kept
his pity at bay.
   The spanking seemed to take forever, then Artie was sobbing as he was
placed in a corner behind Mrs.  Rodman.
   Once more his tears slowly dried as the women continued their cryptic
talk.
   "Oh, look at the time." Mrs.  Brown commented.
   "That can't be the right time." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "But it is." Mrs.  Brown responded.  "And, well..."
   A series of whispers, far too low for Artie to hear, drifted from the
table where the women sat.
   "All right you two, you can turn around." Mrs.  Bachman announced.
   Artie turned, seeing Maggie's tear streaked face.  He knew he must be
showing as much snot as she was.
   "Maggie, Mrs.  Rodman said she wanted to show you something." Mrs. 
Wiggum told her daughter.
   Maggie face turned from self pity to worry.  Almost fear.
   "But mom..." Maggie started.
   "Hush." Mrs.  Wiggum said firmly.  "You said you wanted to ...  "
   As Maggie and her mother exchanged looks, Artie was convinced there was
something important not being said.  Then, for no reason, Maggie perked up.
   "I'll just get my clothes." Maggie said.
   Artie looked at where Maggie indicated and saw that the girl's panties
were laying on top of her jeans; his only confirmation that Maggie's bum
had been as bare as the smacks made it sound.
   "Oh, you won't need those." Mrs.  Rodman commented.
   "But..." Maggie said, tugging her t-shirt down as far as it would go.
   "Don't worry." Mrs.  Rodman told her.  "The only people who will notice
will be truckers...  Or anyone riding a bus.  That even might look like a
short dress, but it won't be staying on long."
   "But..."
   "Go." Mrs.  Wuggim instructed.  "I'll take care of your clothes, and
Mrs. Rodman said she had a strap you should see."
   "Speaking of seeing." Mrs.  Brown said.  "Look at the size of that boy's
eyes.  Counting their bathroom break, this makes twice he's been peeking at
her with Maggie only wearing a t-shirt.  I think he needs two spankings for
that, and I don't plan to wear out my hand more than once."
   "Of course you shouldn't." Mrs.  Bachman agreed.  "Since he's now
invading the privacy of an older girl I'm sure his mother won't mind you
using your brush for the second one."
   "But...  But...  But you can't." Artie wailed, Maggie vanished from his
consciousness as he faced a new doom.  He never saw how Mrs.  Rodman had a
secure grasp on Maggie's arm as she led the girl out.  He never heard the
whispered comment that Maggie should feel lucky that was riding in the car,
and not the trunk.  All his attention was focused on Mrs.  Brown as she
descended on him like an angel of judgement.
   "But I really wasn't peeking!" Artie insisted.
   Mrs.  Brown ignored him.
   "Thanks for letting me handle this." Mrs.  Brown told her host.  "I
haven't spanked a little boy since Robbie's voice changed.  With little
boys there's nothing poking out and getting in the way.  Not that I mind it
when there's something poking out and I have to take care of it, but little
boys are a nice change of pace."
   "I'll just leave the two of you here." Mrs.  Bachman said with a smile.
"While I check on Lisa."
   "Locking her in her room like that was probably a good idea." Mrs. 
Brown said as she started spanking.
   Artie tried protests of innocence, of claims that his mother wouldn't
let them, squeals that he'd already been punished enough.  Mrs.  Brown
ignored his words and spanked away.
   Artie was sobbing his corner when the voices returned.  It wasn't until
his sobs were fading that he actually listened to them.
   "So were you a good little girl for mommy?" Mrs.  Brown asked.
   "Ah-ha." Lisa answered.
   "And do you know what happens to bad little girls?" Mrs.  Brown asked.
   "Ah-ha."
   "What?" Mrs.  Brown continued.
   "They get spanked." Lisa admitted.
   "That's right." Mrs.  Brown said loudly.  "They get spanked like that
naughty little boy was spanked.  And he's about to be spanked again.  Now I
know your mother disagrees, but I think it's naughty for children to watch
a child getting a spanking.  Since she's taking a bath and I'm in charge
it's my rules that go.  But I'm going to give you a choice.  You can stay
and watch, but if you do I expect your bottom to be bare before I finish
with him so I don't have to slow down it comes to spanking you.  So you can
stay and watch him getting a spanking, or go to your room and..."
   Artie heard Lisa scrambling away before Mrs.  Brown could finish that
sentence.  He didn't blame her; no one would stay for a spanking, not if
they had a choice.
   "Well she can sure move those buns of hers." Mrs.  Brown chuckled.  "Now
come over here Artie.  It's time to introduce your little buns to the kiss
of the hairbrush.  You're just too old not to know what it feels like."
   Artie didn't think he was too old not to feel it.  He thought he could
die of old age without feeling it, but no one checked his opinion.
   "It is good to be spanking a little boy again." Mrs.  Brown chuckled,
bring the brush down again.  "It almost makes me wish for grandchildren. 
Robbie's a bit young to be a daddy, but it won't be long."
   Artie didn't really listen to her comments.  He was too busy kicking and
crying for her words to sink in.
   Artie wasn't surprised when his clothes weren't returned after his
corner time end.  He was surprised to see Mrs.  Brown; he thought she had
left during his corner time.
   "Oh, she spilled something on herself and took a bath to wash it off."
Mrs.  Bachman said when Artie asked her about it.
   Artie thought Mrs.  Brown looked calmer, less tense, when she finally
left.  She had a wide smile on her face and lilt to her walk.
   When Artie was final allowed to dress for bed he couldn't help resenting
the weight of his PJs on his sore backside.
   His bum was still sore when he woke up on Tuesday morning.  Looking in
the bathroom mirror Artie could see faint bruises that were fading with
time.
   With the bruises on his bum there to remind him, Artie paid careful to
what Mrs.  Bachman said all morning.  As a result, not only was able to
keep his clothes on all morning, but he was able to invite some friends
over.
   It wasn't as good as going to their houses, but Artie was sure Mrs. 
Bachman wouldn't spank him with his friends over.  He didn't know many
folks that spanked, but almost all of them seemed to want to keep quiet
about the fact they did.  With all but one of those parents Artie only knew
they spanked because their kids told him.  The one exception, well, maybe
they had pushed her a little too far that day.  At the time Artie had just
thought she was psycho (even though she had stopped when he pulled out his
ace), but after meeting Mrs.  Bachman Artie was willing to admit that maybe
they had both earned a spanking that day.
   But he knew his friends weren't brats.  Everyone would behave and
everything would be all right.
   Randy, Fred, and Keith enjoyed exploring the Bachman house.  They all
ignored Lisa, who tagged along with them.  Eventually they ended up in the
guestroom.
   "It sucks that your mom went on vacation without you." Randy said.
   "It really sucks that you have to stay with the Bachmans." Fred said.
   "Yeah, why couldn't you stay with us?" Keith asked.  "We have plenty of
room.  We could make it one long sleepover."
   "That would have been good." Artie agreed.  "But my mom didn't think to
call your mom."
   "Yeah, or you could have stayed over at my place." Fred said.
   "Or gone between our places." Randy said.  "A night at my place, one at
Fred's, then Keith's, then started over.  That would have worked out.  Then
you wouldn't have to put up with the kid."
   "She is a bit of a brat." Artie joked.  It wasn't that he had forgotten
she was there, but with his friends here she just didn't matter.
   "Mom!" Lisa wailed.  "Artie called me a name."
   "What a baby." Frank laughed.
   "No one likes a tattletale." Keith said.
   "What's going on up there?" Mrs.  Bachman called.
   "They called me a name." Lisa wailed.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner!  Did you call Lisa a name?" Mrs.  Bachman
called.
   The mention of his full name drove the smile off Artie's face.  His
friends laughed.
   "Oh oh - looks like someone's in trouble." Randy laughed.
   Lisa darted from the room.  His friends were laughing too hard for him
to hear the talking in the hallway.  Whatever Lisa was telling her mother
might not matter; Artie didn't think that Mrs.  Bachman would bother
hearing his side of things.
   Mrs.  Bachman entered the room.  To Artie's surprise, she paused to ask:
"Did you call Lisa a brat?"
   "Um, maybe." Artie admitted.
   "Why?" Mrs.  Bachman asked.  "Did she do something?"
   "Um..."
   "Did she stay after you told her to leave?" Mrs.  Bachman contiuned. 
"Was she acting up?  Bouncing off the walls?  Doing something to bug you?"
   "Um, no?" Artie admitted.
   "So you called her a brat just to hurt her feelings?" Mrs.  Bachman
demanded.
   "Um..."
   "I think it's time to get to the bottom of this." Mrs.  Bachman
declared.
   Artie's friends lost their laughter as Mrs.  Bachman dragged Artie to
the bed.  They could barely believe their own eyes when Mrs.  Bachman
yanked down Artie's jeans.  They gasped when his underwear when down.
   Mrs.  Bachman positioned Artie, then turned to the slack jaw boys.
   "Randy Allan, Fred Thornton, Keith Emerson, I know you all were all
laughing at my daughter's hurt feeling." Mrs.  Bachman said, bouncing her
palm off Artie's backside.  "As you can see, in this house we believe in
spanking."
   Artie gasped as her palm landed on the word spanking.
   "So do I call your parents about this?" Mrs.  Bachman asked, landing
another spank.  "Or do I handle this myself?"
   Mrs.  Bachman started a steady rhythm.
   "But this is the first time you've been over here, so you three have a
choice to make.  But it's just this once.  If you act up here again I'll
assume you've cleared things with your parents and you agree to second
option.  Your choices?" Mrs.  Bachman told them.  "You leave and I tell
your parents, or you drop your pants and I handle you all after I'm done
with Artie."
   Once the choice sank there were three pairs of running feet.  Lisa was
almost trampled in the hallway.  Artie didn't really blame them; he just
wished that they had left before Mrs.  Bachman had started spanking him. 
How could he face any of them again after they saw him like this?  And
friends or not they would tell someone.  The story would make the rounds
how Artie's mom had let Mrs.  Bachman spank him on his bare bum.  Everyone
he knew, people he didn't even know, would know he had been spanked bare
bum.
   This time the tears came before the pain.
   "I couldn't believe it!" Keith said.  "She was spanking his bum in front
of all of us!  She just pulled down his pants and spanked him!  Right there
in front of us."
   "So what did she spank him for?" Denise Emerson asked.  For once one of
her little brother's stupid stories was actually interesting.
   "Nothing!  Practically nothing.  He just called Lisa Bachman a brat. 
That was it." Keith said.
   "That's it?  No roughhousing?  No shoving?"
   "Nothing!  Absolutely nothing.  Mrs.  Bachman spanked him for nothing!
And she did in front of us!" Keith said.
   "Nothing but being a total brat himself." Denise countered.
   "He's not a brat!" Keith protested.
   "Of course he is.  All your friends are.  You are.  Now get out of my
room." Denise told him.
   Denise gave Keith's story a bit of thought.  The idea that Mrs.  Bachman
would spank Artie Turner over nothing fascinated her.  If Mrs.  Bachman
spanked over little nothings, then...
   A crazy idea floated in her mind.  Denise got out the phone book and
looked up Carmela Bachman's phone number.
   Artie had to spend another day wandering the house naked, but Lisa's
mocking laughter was nothing to the knowledge that his friends had seen him
getting his bum spanked.
   On Thursday Artie was able to be good, good enough that his bum wasn't
spanked and his clothes stayed on.  Then in the afternoon Mrs.  Bachman
changed the rules of the game.
   "I'd take you shopping with me, but I wouldn't want to have yank your
pants down and spank you in the middle in the store." Mrs.  Bachman told
him.
   Artie shuddered at the mental imagine her words conjured.
   "But luckily that won't be an issue." Mrs.  Bachman said with a smile.
"I was able to find someone to watch you two while I get the shopping
done."
   Artie didn't like the smile on the face of his friend's sister.
   "This is really kind of you." Mrs.  Bachman told her.
   "No problem Mrs.  Bachman." Denise said cheerfully.  "I'm glad to help
out."
   "I should only be gone for a few hours." Mrs.  Bachman told her.  So do
have any questions?"
   "Um, what should I do if they act up?" Denise asked.
   "Oh, I'm sure your brother told you how things work in this house." Mrs.
Bachman told her.
   Artie blushed; he knew, just knew that his friend's older sister knew
what had happened.  He found a reason to be elsewhere in the house.  Denise
might be watching over him, but she didn't have to be seeing him every
second.
   Minutes after Mrs.  Bachman left Denise was in conference with Lisa. 
She took a few minutes to work around to the topic she wanted to talk
about, but she had no problem steering the conversation
   "I used to be a girl your age so I know why your mommy would spank you."
Denise said at last.  "But I was never a little boy, so what about Artie?"
   "Oh, he gets it too." Lisa nodded.
   "But what for?"
   It took a bit of coaxing, but finally Lisa confided the reason their
houseguest was spanked so often.
   "And some times it's other things, but mostly it's peeking." Lisa
whispered solemnly.  "He's always trying to peek at me."
   "Really?  And your mother spanks him for that?" Denise asked.
   "Yeah, she does.  She even spanks him when he doesn't really see much."
Lisa whispered.  "She spanks him just for trying."
   As time passed, Artie began to relax a bit.  Denise hadn't done or said
anything that indicated she wanted to spank him.
   Denise timed things carefully.  She waited until Lisa was her room and
fully engrossed in coloring before she made her move.
   Artie was watching TV when Denise came into the room.
   "So, you like peeping?" Denise challenged.
   Artie shrank down on the couch.
   "Well Keith does it too." Denise laughed.  "He's always trying to peek
at me.  Some times he even sees a lot."
   Denise flipped up the front of her skirt with one hand.  With the other
she jerked the front of her panties up and down, giving Artie a brief
glimpse at her front.
   "He's even seen this." Denise revealed.
   "Um..."
   "Of course he gets in trouble when he does that." Denise said.  "Hey,
what would Mrs.  Bachman do if I told her what you saw?"
   Artie swallowed hard.  After what Mrs.  Bachman had done when he had
only seen panties, what would she do if she learned he had actually seen
something?
   "Then again, she did tell me I should handle things myself." Denise
said. "So maybe I'll do that."
   "But..." Artie whined.
   "Yeah, that's what I'll do." Denise said firmly.
   "But..."
   "But nothing."
   Denise couldn't keep the smile off her face as she descended on the boy.
Artie struggled, but his heart wasn't in it.  He knew that whatever Denise
planned had to be better than whatever Mrs.  Backman would do to him.  He
kept telling himself that over and over as Denise wrestled his jeans and
underwear to his ankles.
   Sitting on the couch, Denise dragged Artie over her lap.  Denise's
smiled grew as her looked down at his bare bum.  A thought filled her mind:
"The only way this would be better is if it was Keith's bum looking up at
me."
   Denise couldn't count the number of times she had wanted to spank her
brat of a brother.  She had dropped hints to her parents about doing it,
but they didn't seem to pick up on the hints.  So far she had only been
able to land the odd slap on her brother's backside as he ran from her
room, but she hoped for the day that she'd have him in this position and at
her mercy.  As for his bratty little friends, she would love to have the
lot of them lined up and waiting their turns over her lap.  She knew she
would leave them all crying with bright red bums.
   But that was (hopefully) the future.  Right now she had Artie at her
mercy, and she didn't feel merciful today.
   Artie jerked and twisted as Denise spanked.  Keith told him almost
everything, and Keith had never mentioned Denise spanking him.  Artie
thought that this might be the first time Denise had ever spanked someone.
Her wild flurry of blows was nothing like what Mrs.  Bachman or any of the
card playing women.  Those women had all known what they were doing.
   But even Denise's amateur attempt was lighting a fire down below.  Soon
Artie was crying as Denise whaled away on his backside.  He tried to kick
away the pain, but his feet were too badly tangled in his jeans to let him
kick his feet.
   Denise didn't bother lecturing as she spanked.  She was too busy
watching Artie's backside changing color.  Feeling the heat from his bum.
Listening to his cries.  Feeling him squirm against her.  Wishing that it
was Keith getting his buns toasted.
   Then wondering when to stop.  She didn't want to go too far.  If Mrs. 
Bachman called her parents to complain Denise would have to...  Well,
Denise didn't know what she would do if that happened.  Denise hated to
stop for she knew this might be the only time she had Artie in this
position, but she forced herself to halt the spanking.
   Looking down at her handy work Denise couldn't help but feel his red
bottom.
   "Wow, your bum's really hot, isn't it?" Denise said, running her hands
over the crying boy's backside.  Denise couldn't help picturing her
brother's backside being the same shade of red, and she felt good about it.
   Then she did something that surprised him.  She pulled up Artie's jeans
and underwear.  Artie couldn't understand why she didn't want to place him
in the corner or force him to walk around the house naked, but he wasn't
complaining.
   When Mrs.  Bachman got home she called them all to help with the
groceries.
   "Thanks again for helping out." Mrs.  Bachman said as she stored the
food away.  "Is there anything I should know about?"
   "Not really." Denise said.
   "Denise spanked Artie." Lisa chimed in.
   "I should have spanked that brat too." Denise thought to herself.  "Then
she would have a reason to keep quiet."
   "Oh, did she now?" Mrs.  Bachman said, taking it all in stride.  "I'm
sure she was about to tell me all about it."
   Once the groceries were away Mrs.  Bachman guided Artie and Denise into
the living room.
   "So, why did you have to spank him?" Mrs.  Bachman asked.
   "Um, peeking." Denise said quickly.  "He saw my...  Um..."
   Denise made a couple of jabs towards her groin.
   "I see.  And where did you spank him?" Mrs.  Bachman asked
   "On the bum - the bare bum." Denise said quickly.
   Artie couldn't believe they were talking about his spanking so calmly.
He wanted to die.
   "No, I meant where were you sitting." Mrs.  Bachman clarified.
   "Oh, the couch over there." Denise said with relief.
   "Really?  Why did you drag him all the way from the bathroom to here?"
   "Oh, we were here already." Denise explained.
   "What?  How did it happen?  When you said that I thought you had to be
in the bathroom.  So tell me how it happened?"
   "Well, I took down his jeans and..." Denise started.
   "No, I mean how did he see you down there?  You are wearing panties
under that skirt, aren't you?"
   "Um, well..."
   "Denise Emerson, there are only two possible explanations.  Either you
lied about what Artie saw or you showed him.  Which is it?"
   "She flashed me!" Artie asserted.
   "I...  um..."
   "I see." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "Well, let's see what kind of a job you
did.  Arthur Anthony Turner, your peeking has finally paid off.  You've
finally seen what girls have been their legs.  Now take off those jeans."
   "Why?" Artie wailed.
   "Because I want to see what kind of job Denise did when she spanked
you." Mrs.  Bachman told him.  "Now off with those jeans."
   Artie blushed, knowing what Denise was about to see.  The girl had
gotten a great look at his bare backside, but she hadn't really seen his
front yet.  Artie feared she would soon see everything he had.
   Taking a seat on the couch Mrs.  Bachman patted her lap.
   "Now come over here." Mrs.  Bachman ordered.
   Artie took slow steps towards her.  When he was within arms reach Mrs.
Bachman grabbed him and pulled her to him.  Moments later his underwear
were down and he was over her knee.
   "Tsk tsk.  You really don't know how to give a good spanking, do you?"
Mrs.  Bachman noted.
   Denise hung her head.
   "You with a brother his age, and you're not an expert in giving
spankings?  That's unforgivable.  Lisa!  Go get mommy's hairbrush and bring
it here.  So, is that how you spank your bother?"
   "Um, I don't usual...  I mean my parents...  Um, I mean..."
   "You mean you are not the expert on spankings that you implied you were,
are you?  Well, call your mother and tell her that you'll be staying a bit
later than planned.  If you're back before Lisa gets here with the brush
you'll learn all you need to know."
   Artie felt his tears welling up.
   Denise blinked, then raced for the phone.  When she returned Lisa was
giving the brush to Mrs.  Bachman.
   "Ah, right on time.  Now go to your room Lisa.  Mommy has to have a
little talk.  Okay, Artie, get into that corner.  You know the route."
   Denise couldn't help but look at Artie as he went to the corner.  She
had to bite back a laugh; he looked so ridiculous - swinging around like
that.
   "So you put him in the corner before spanking him?" Denise asked.
   "No, I put him in the corner before spanking you." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "Me?  But...  But why?"
   "Why?  You showed yourself to Artie, and you ask me why?  Then there's
how you obviously don't know anything about spanking, and if you don't know
what one feels like you can't really give one." Mrs.  Bachman said, a gleam
in her eyes.
   "But..."
   "But if you don't agree you can just call your mother back and explain
why you are coming home earlier than you just told her you were.  And
explain everything else as well.  Now take your skirt off and get over
here."
   Artie was torn.  On one hand he wanted to grin as he listened to Denise
getting her tanning, but on the other he knew that he would be next.
   "Artie, come here now." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   Artie turned and saw Denise sobbing in the opposite corner.  The fact
that he could see her bare bum wasn't very heartening, not knowing that his
bum would be the next to pay.
   Mrs.  Bachman patted her lap.
   "Now you didn't think I would let your peeking go with such a mild
punishment as that one, did you?  Now come here and get your spanking."
   Soon Artie's sobs were mingling with Denise's.  As far as Artie was
concerned the only good thing that had happened to him today was that Mrs.
Bachman didn't bother to use her brush on him.
   "Denise, come over here." Mrs.  Bachman said as she lifted Artie from
her lap.  "This is what a freshly spanked boy should look like.  Come over
here and get a good look at him."
   Artie sobbed and wilted under the stare of Denise.  The fact that she
was bare below the waist didn't really matter to him; his eyes were too
blurred with tears to really see her.
   "If your brother Keith acted up here you'd be seeing him looking this
way." Mrs.  Bachman continued.  "And I would hope that you'll be taking
Keith in hand while he's at home.  Boys need spankings, especially at their
age.  Now it's time for you to head home.  No, you won't need those.  You
can go home with just your skirt."
   "But, Mrs.  Bachman, please..." Denise moaned.
   "Did you want another spanking lesson?" Mrs.  Bachman challenged.
   Tears were still blocking Artie's eyes, but he heard Denise running
footsteps answering Mrs.  Bachman's question.
   "And as for you, back in the corner.  And I'll take that t-shirt now."
Mrs.  Bachman said firmly.
   When Lisa left her room she was once more pressed into paper towel
service.  Grinning, she followed Artie around the house.  Artie hated
seeing the smug look on her face, so he tried to throw her off kilter
   "So did you hear Denise getting spanked?"
   "Sure.  She made lots of noise." Lisa said.
   "So you know that little girls get spanked too." Artie said, hoping to
put a bit of fear into her.
   "Ah ha." Lisa nodded.  "I've heard lots of girls getting spanked here.
Seen some of them getting it too."
   "So you know you can get it too." Artie taunted.
   "Sure.  Mom spanks me too." Lisa agreed.  "She just hasn't needed to do
it for a few days."
   "So you don't mind getting spanked?" Artie demanded.
   Lisa shrugged.
   "I don't like spankings, but they happen and I can't change it.  So why
do you have a pee-pee on the outside?"
   "Um, because I'm a boy and boys have them there." Artie replied.
   "Why?"
   "Because."
   "Because why?" Lisa challenged.
   "Because that's how it is."
   "Because why?" Lisa asked.
   Within minutes Artie wished he could deliver spankings, but he didn't
complain.  He knew that if he tried then a hard spanking would be given,
and Lisa wasn't going to be the one to get it.
   As usual Artie stayed naked until bedtime.
   Thursday came, and Artie vowed that he wouldn't be spanked today.  He
was very polite both to Lisa and Mrs.  Bachman.  He made sure that he
didn't have a chance to see Lisa naked, or in her underwear, or anyway that
Mrs.  Bachman wouldn't want him to see her.  He was careful, so careful,
all day.
   Until the evening.
   The bathroom door was half open.  Artie walked in and stood in front of
the toilet, peeing.
   "So that's how it works."
   Artie gave a jump, then turned towards the tub.  To his amazement Lisa
was in it watching at him pee.
   "That's funny looking." Lisa laughed, standing up to get a better view.
   And giving one herself.  Artie saw every inch of her dripping wet body.
   "I don't have one of them." Lisa said, spreading her legs slightly. 
"See?"
   Artie stopped peeing and quickly covered himself, knowing it was too
late.
   "Mom!  Artie's in the bathroom with me watching me take a bath!" Lisa
called.
   Artie ran from the room, heading for the front door.  He wasn't sure
where he was running to, but he knew what he wanted to get away from.  Mrs.
Bachman intercepted him before he reached the door.
   "Well you've finally done it." Mrs.  Bachman told Artie as she dragged
him away.  "I hope it was worth the look."
   "But I didn't know she was there!" Artie wailed.  "I didn't!"
   "So you didn't her naked?" Mrs.  Bachman asked.
   "Um, I didn't mean to!" Artie said.  "Honest!"
   "Arthur Anthony Turner are you telling me you didn't want to see her? 
You've been peeking at her panties all week, you looked at Denise, and now
you've seen everything my daughter has.  And you want me to believe that
you just accidentally saw her?  Arthur Anthony Turner, do you take me for
an idiot?"
   "But...  but...  But..." Artie sputtered.
   Of course Mrs.  Bachman didn't bother to listen to him.  Pain exploded
across his backside each time her hand came down.  She spanked him,
stripped him, and sent him sobbing to the corner.
   Finally, his tears dried and he was released from his corner.
   At bedtime Artie found not PJs waiting for him, but Mrs.  Bachman.
   "You didn't think I'd let this go with a single spanking, did you?" Mrs.
Bachman asked.
   At her words Artie knew that he wouldn't dress again until after
breakfast.  Then her palm chased away any thoughts of the morning,
replacing it with pain now.
   His bum was still sore when went down to breakfast.  Lisa giggled when
she saw him coming to breakfast naked, and Artie blushed once more.  He had
once heard that you could get used to anything, but he would never get used
to her looking at him like that.
   Mrs.  Bachman just smiled as he ate his breakfast.
   "Are you finished?  Then you can put on some clothes."
   Artie was only half done, but a choice between food and clothing was no
choice at all.  He raced to his room to dress.
   Once more he was on his best behavior, and it seemed to work.  He was
able to sit comfortably for lunch and hoped that day would be a good one,
even if it was boring.
   Behaving was boring and he didn't dare invite any of his friends over.
Having to watch the shows that Lisa wanted to see was worse of all, but he
wasn't going to push things so he gritted his teeth and watched what she
wanted to watch, only switching the channels when she was out of the room
and switching it back when she returned.
   Getting into one of his shows, Artie didn't notice how long Lisa seemed
to be gone.  It wasn't until he heard voices that he realized the awful
truth: the card players were back.  He shrank down into his chair, but a
voice found him.
"Artie?  Could you bring in the strawberry squares?  They're on the
kitchen counter." Mrs.  Bachman called.
   Artie didn't want to enter the room where they were playing, but if he
ignored such a reasonable request...  Knowing his fate, Artie fetched the
plate of squares from the kitchen.
   "Well I see he's better behaved today." Mrs.  Brown noted cheerfully. 
"I suppose that session with my hairbrush helped bring about this miracle.
It always works well with Robbie."
   "Oh?  You got to use your brush?" Mrs.  Rodman asked, her eyebrow
raised.
   "Yes, and it was ages since I'd taken one to a boy." Mrs.  Brown
answered.
   "Don't tell me you haven't used a brush recently?" Mrs.  Wiggum asked.
"And how is Maggie getting on?"
   "Oh, that reminds me.  I've got her t-shirt and such here; don't let me
leave without giving it to you.  Heavens knows she doesn't need them
today." Mrs.  Rodman chuckled.
   "She doesn't?  Still?" Mrs.  Wiggum asked.
   "Yes, things aren't quite working out as the way she thought she would."
Mrs.  Rodman said with a smile.  "I've got some recent pictures of her if
you want to see.  Polaroids of course."
   "Of course." Mrs.  Wiggum agreed.
   "So how's Artie's little quest going?" Mrs.  Brown asked.  "Has he
caught sight of the holy grail yet?"
   "Oh that." Mrs.  Bachman chuckled.  "After try after try he finally
walked in on her while she was in her bath."
   "What?" "No, he didn't!" "The cheek!"
   Artie shrank under their words.
   "Of course I gave him a spanking for it." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "What?  Just the one?"
   Artie shrank again.
   "Well it only happened last night, so I spanked him twice then." Mrs. 
Bachman revealed.
   "What?  Nothing about that today?"
   Artie tried to shrink more.
   "No, I just haven't had the time." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "And fool that I
am I only used my hand both times."
   "Terrible.  How will he learn from something that lenient?"
   "The more that you say the more I think I let him off easily." Mrs. 
Bachman said slowly.  "Far too easily.  And by delaying thing until now,
that wicked little boy is disrupting our game."
   "The nerve of him!" "He's making us delay our game!" "The idea of it
all!"
   "Well there is an alternative." Mrs.  Bachman said slyly.  "I'm sure
whoever has the dummy hand can take the time to deal with him the way he
should be dealt with."
   "But you already punished me." Artie pouted.
   "But obviously not enough." Mrs.  Bachman told him.  "Why don't you get
ready as we deal the cards?"
   "Get ready?" Artie whined.
   "Get your clothes off." Mrs.  Wiggum instructed.
   "All of them." Mrs.  Rodman clarified.
   Artie swallowed hard, then obeyed.
   "Just like old times with times with my Robbie." Mrs.  Brown noted. 
"Today he'd be standing at attention while he waited."
   "Speaking of that, if Mrs.  Brown wasn't wearing out her hand..." Mrs.
Wiggum began.
   "Well of course none of you have to wear out yours with him." Mrs. 
Bachman said generously.
   Artie waited, shivering as he wondered at what was coming, as the woman
looked at their cards and made their arcane comments.  The comments were
depressingly short.  One said one spade, then the rest said pass, then Mrs.
Wiggum was getting up from the table.
   "And where did you put those things?" Mrs.  Wiggum asked.
   Mrs.  Rodman pointed to a bag, and Mrs.  Wiggum went to it.
   "Ah, I see you did take pictures of Maggie.  Well this is all I need
now." Mrs.  Wiggum declared as she drew a sneaker from the bag.  "Okay
Artie, let's get you to my seat."
   Knowing that delaying things would only make it worse, Artie let Mrs. 
Wiggum take his hand and lead him to her chair.
   "Now this is Maggie's sneaker." Mrs.  Wiggum said as she took her seat.
"And this isn't the first time that it's been used this way.  I've lost
count of the number of times I've bounced it off Maggie's bare bottom.  Now
put your hands at your sides."
   Artie obeyed, uncupping himself.
   "My, you are a little boy, aren't you?" Mrs.  Wiggum laughed.
   "If Robbie tried to picture Maggie that way your lap would need
cleaning." Mrs.  Brown pointed out, joining in the general laughter.
   Artie blushed.  He wasn't sure what their words meant, but he knew they
were mocking him.
   "It won't be too long before he's too old to just stand there.  Or
rather not stand there." Mrs.  Rodman quipped.
   "I'm not sure if his mother would be up for that." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "Well, he's not standing today." Mrs.  Brown noted.  "And that's what
counts."
   Artie was almost relieved when the mocking laughter ended and he was
pulled over Mrs.  Brown's lap.
   SMACK!
   Almost.  Artie winced as the sneaker made contact.  It's rubber sole
felt different than the hairbrush, and was much heavier than any hand he
had felt.
   Mrs.  Brown wielded the sneaker like the expert she was; Artie felt
tears welling before the last card was played.
   "Let's send him off into the corner." Mrs.  Bachman.  "After all, we
can't forget corner time.  Maybe we should only attend to him every other
hand, and score accordingly?"
   "What a wonderful plan." Mrs.  Rodman agreed.
   "Simply divine." Mrs.  Wiggum added.
   "Well, get into your corner." Mrs.  Brown ordered, sending Artie on his
way with a swat.
   The next exchange of arcane phrases seemed to take must longer, but the
one after that was the one spade, pass, pass, and pass again.
   "It looks like it's my turn." Mrs.  Rodman said, moving her chair back
from the table and reaching for her handbag.  "Artie!  Come here, now!  No
dawdling.  No dawdling only adds to things."
   Artie froze in his corner.  Mrs.  Rodman had to claim his arm and drag
him to her chair.
   "That is a nice looking strap." Mrs.  Wiggum noted.
   "Maggie thought so too." Mrs.  Rodman said.  "Then I showed her what it
could do."
   SPLAT
   Artie howled when the strap landed, and kept howling as she worked it up
and down his bottom.  Tears coursed down his face when Mrs.  Rodman secured
him once more in the corner.
   All too soon Mrs.  Brown was dragging him from it.
   "Now, now." Mrs.  Brown said soothingly.  "Don't worry.  There's no
surprises now.  Just my hairbrush.  You remember my hairbrush, don't you?"
   Artie sobbed that he did, then he was over her lap as she whacked him
with the brush.  He quickly discovered that there was a surprise; with his
bottom already marked, Mrs.  Brown concentrated on his thighs.
   "That's right, pump your little legs." Mrs.  Brown cooed as she whacked
first one then the other.  "You know you need this.  And you won't surprise
me by going off, will you?  No, you're still a good LITTLE boy, aren't
you?"
   "I wonder if he could." Mrs.  Rodman mused aloud.  "Heart Queen, my
trick."
   "I'm sure we won't find out today." Mrs.  Bachman commented.
   "Of course not." Mrs.  Rodman agreed.
   Then Mrs.  Brown was dragging him back to his corner as Artie sobbed.
   "There, there." Mrs.  Brown soothed.  Turning to the others, she asked:
"Maybe he should have a few minutes to recover?  To get some of his spirit
back?"
   "Of course." Mrs.  Bachman said.  "We can play a few normal hands."
   "Then maybe a short break?" Mrs.  Wuggim suggested.  "I'd love a chance
to see those photos Maggie."
   "I think we all will." Mrs.  Bachman agreed.
   "I've seen them, so I'll keep an eye on our little miscreant." Mrs. 
Rodman offered.
   Artie's tears were slowing when he heard the women moving their chairs
from the table, and three sets of footsteps leaving.  But those footsteps
didn't matter; what mattered was the fourth set that was coming towards
him.
   "So, your mother doesn't spank you?  Really?" Mrs.  Rodman asked,
disbelief showing in her voice.
   "No." Artie sobbed, hoping that if Mrs.  Rodman believed him that she
might go easier on him.  "She sob doesn't believe sniff in them."
   "Well we'll have to explain to her that it exists, won't we?" Mrs. 
Rodman chuckled.  "But if anyone wouldn't believe after seeing the state of
your bottom, then nothing could convince her."
   "And the heat from it." Mrs.  Rodman continued.  "I can feel it from
here."
   Artie didn't give any response.  Then Mrs.  Rodman hands came forward to
cup his backside.  Artie could feel the strap wrapped around one of her
hands as she did so.
   "And I can really feel it this way." Mrs.  Rodman said.  "So, tell me
about your friends.  Are their parents also non-believers?"
   Artie sobbed out an answer to this question.  And to her next one, and
to her next one.  The questions made him uncomfortable, but they were
nothing compared to the feel of her hands on his throbbing bottom.  He
almost started to hope for the other women to come back from their break,
but only almost.  The questions and Mrs.  Rodman's hands might be
uncomfortable, but he knew that when the women came back the spanking would
start again, and the questions were better than the spankings.
   "So Keith Emerson's parents didn't believe in spanking, but his sister
does?" Mrs.  Rodman said with a chuckle.  "Well that's nice to know.  Now
if I had my way all those boys would learn first hand that spankings really
exist.  I'd fill every corner with them, then start lining them up against
the wall with their red bum sticking out for all to see.  I guess there's
no chance that you would be able to invite them all over today, is there?
Think carefully, because that would mean that there would be more bums to
smack.  You could spread the wealth as it were."
   Artie wasn't sobbing any more.  He could almost think clearly, so he
knew he couldn't answer.  He didn't want to disappoint Mrs.  Rodman, or do
anything to fuel the upcoming spankings, but he knew that he couldn't
invite his friends over.  Even if it wouldn't be an awful betrayal there
would be no way he could sniffle out an invitation.  Not one that would be
accepted, not after what his friends had seen on Tuesday.  No, it was a
hopeless task and he didn't want to fail at any tasks, not with these women
in the house.
   "No?  Too bad." Mrs.  Rodman said, dismissing the thought.  "Of course
doesn't have to just be your backside that gets smacked."
   Mrs.  Rodman wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him away from
the corner.  Then her other hand, the one with the strap, snaked forwards.
Artie felt it dancing against his penis and balls, and shuddered.
   "If you were under my roof I'd strap those too." Mrs.  Rodman said, her
voice holding a dreadful promise.
   Artie squirmed, his movement setting the strap dancing again.
   "You set it moving again." Mrs.  Rodman noted.  "Does that mean that you
want to feel it there?"
   "No." Artie squealed, trying to hold stock-still.
   Mrs.  Rodman moved it up and down his body, causing it to rap against
his thighs, his privates, his belly.
   Artie tried to hold still, sure that any movement would be taken as
agreement.
   Finally he heard the others coming back.
   "I know I'm order of order." Mrs.  Rodman called to them.  "But could I
bid pass next?"
   "Well..." Mrs.  Bachman started.
   "Seeing how I didn't have a break?" Mrs.  Rodman added.
   "Well in that case, of course." Mrs.  Bachman answered.
   Mrs.  Rodman reached forward.  To his horror he felt his hand taking him
by his penis.  He hadn't thought he could blush more, but as Mrs.  Rodman
led him by his penis and he waddled quickly to match his pace, Artie
discovered that he could.
   "That's a sight for sore eyes." Mrs.  Brown chuckled.
   "Now be sure to keep your legs apart." Mrs.  Rodman instructed as she
positioned him.  "Otherwise, if I have to part them..."
   Artie tried to keep his legs apart as the strap kissed him, but it
wasn't easy.  Especially not when it curled around the inside of his thigh.
When that happened his legs shot together, and Artie had to force himself
to open it again.
   And that was how Artie spent his afternoon, being spanked in turns by
the women as they played cards.  Once or twice, through tear blurred eyes,
Artie caught sight of pictures on the table, but he couldn't make any sense
of them.  They were all pink and red with some black mixed in.
   To his relief no one, not even Mrs.  Rodman, touched him there again,
but that was the penultimate bright spot of his day.
   The ultimate bright spot came after another break.  Artie wasn't sure
how many breaks the women took; he was just happy that they were taking
breaks as they worked on his backside, but this last one ended differently.
Artie was, of course, facing the corner, but he heard it as it happened.
   "Look who I found wondering around upstairs." Mrs.  Brown declared.
   "Lisa, didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "But I had to pee!" Lisa protested.
   "So she wasn't supposed to be wandering when we were here?" Mrs.  Brown
asked.  "I thought not."
   "But mommy...."
   "Hush!  Well, it looks like there's going to be another red bottom in
this house." Mrs.  Bachman declared.
   "But mommy!  No mommy!" Lisa pleaded.
   "Seeing as you're missing Maggie, why don't you take your hand to her
backside?" Mrs.  Bachman offered.
   "But mommy!" Lisa wailed.
   But she was ignored.
   "If you think it best." Mrs.  Wiggum said.
   Artie could hear Lisa's continued protests, but could tell they were
getting her nowhere.
   "I used to hold Robbie on my lap when someone else was getting it." Mrs.
Brown noted.  "Would anyone mind..."
   "Of course you can." Mrs.  Bachman said magnanimously.
   Artie found himself being cradled on Mrs.  Brown lap, his burning bottom
thankfully hanging out in mid air.  Artie didn't mind that to position him
that way Mrs.  Brown needed to keep a hold on the front of his thighs.
   Artie willed his tears to dry as he watched Lisa's spanking.  To his
surprise she wasn't just bare bottom; she was wearing only socks as she
danced on Mrs.  Wiggum's lap.  It seemed strange to him, that after all
those spanking for trying peek at Lisa (when he really wasn't trying to do
it) he was now getting to see everything she had as Mrs.  Wiggum turned
Lisa's little bottom a dark shade of red.
   Lisa was being positioned in a corner when Mrs.  Brown spoke up, saying:
"Now if someone would hand me that hairbrush I'll see about Artie paying
the price of admission for that show."
   Artie protested and tried to squirm, but Mrs.  Brown had a good grip on
him.  It was during this struggle that Artie caught a glimpse of one of the
photos on the table.  It was only a glimpse, but Artie thought it showed
Maggie's upper body and she wasn't at her best.  She had tears and snot
running down her face, dripping down to her bare chest.  At least Artie
thought that was what it showed; he only got a quick glimpse and all too
soon Mrs.  Brown was whacking away.
   When she was done it was Mrs, Bachman's turn, then Mrs.  Rodman, then
Mrs.  Wiggum, the women no longer making a pretense of playing their card
game.  Then Artie was back in his corner and heard nothing between his
sobs.
   "Now that's the right state for a boy's backside to be." Mrs.  Brown
declared.
   "Of course it is." Mrs.  Bachman agreed.
   "He mentioned that most of his friends have never had their backsides
that color, or any other shade but pale." Mrs.  Rodman pointed out.
   "I know, but hopefully that's a temporary situation." Mrs.  Bachman said
with a smile.
   "Speaking of temporary, how much longer do you plan to keep Maggie?"
Mrs. Wiggum asked.
   "Oh, I'd say she's learning a valuable lesson about thinking about what
she asks for and about what she'll get before she asks." Mrs.  Rodman said
with a smile.  "But you can have her back next week.  I want to give her a
bit of time to recover so we can stop at that nice little rest stop.  It's
so well secluded and perfect that I hate passing it without stopping and
reddening a backside.  Or you could have her back tomorrow, but she'd have
to take the journey in the trunk."
   "Oh, next week is soon enough." Mrs.  Wiggum assured the woman.
   "Let's get a few pictures before we go." Mrs.  Brown suggested.
   Still sobbing, Artie barely noticed when he was turned around.  He never
did notice the flashbulbs, and soon enough he was facing the corner again.
   "And we can't forget Lisa." Mrs.  Brown commented.  "It's a pity that
the color is fading from her bottom."
   "Well she hasn't done anything since she earned that one." Mrs.  Bachman
pointed out.
   "Perhaps a bath before we leave?" Mrs.  Wiggum suggested.  "Get her nice
and clean?"
   "No, I think she's learned her lesson.  But if she goes wandering again
during one of our bridge games, well, I can't see someone wearing out a
hand on her buns." Mrs., Bachman promised.
   Artie was still sobbing an hour later, so didn't notice it when Mrs. 
Bachman impressed upon her daughter that Lisa wasn't to wander when they
had company.
   That night he went to bed laying over the sheets, ignoring the offered
PJs that seemed to weigh far too heavily on his bruised backside.
   To Artie's great relief Saturday passed calmly.  He could still barely
sit and there were still bruises on his backside, but to his great relief
nothing was added to them.
   Strangely enough, Sunday went the same way.  Artie wasn't sure if this
smack free state was based on his behavior.  If he didn't know better he
would almost think that she was giving his backside a chance to recover
before his mother arrived home, but since she had his mom's support he knew
that Mrs.  Backman wouldn't have to worry about that.
   Sunday night, or maybe it was Monday morning - Artie wasn't sure - he
was hauled from his bed by his mother.  Sleepyhead and still barefoot in
his PJs, Artie wasn't really awake while he was guided to her car.  He
didn't hear her talking with Mrs.  Bachman, or if he did then he didn't
remember it later.
   "You've given me a lot to think about Carmela." Betty Turner was saying
as she guided her son out.
   "Sleep on it." Mrs.  Bachman suggested.  "It's a big decision, but you
can do it in stages if you want."
   "It's still, well..."
   "A week of it didn't kill him, and you said you enjoyed that side trip
to the School Room Casino." Mrs.  Bachman said.
   "Um, I did, and I have to thank you for telling me about it." Betty
Turner said, smiling at the memories.  "The way they let those boys run up
gambling debts that the adults could buy or win was wild!  And so were the
tools they had.  But for Artie..."
   "Boys that age never really think that they'll lose a bet, do they?  As
for Artie, he didn't really complain much when you spoke to him, did he?"
Mrs.  Bachman asked.  "And you can set the limits that you want to.  He
could even go to that casino himself sometime, if you decided to allow it."
   Monday morning was a rushed affair, with Betty rushing through things as
she hurried to get back to her work routine.  Artie wanted to talk to her
then, but she didn't seem to have the time.  Besides, Artie was more than
half convinced that if he said something then his PJs would go south while
she checked his backside for signs of abuse.  Not that many marks lingered,
but Artie didn't want her to look at his backside.
   That evening Artie spent the night at a friend's house, dealing the
sniggering jokes about what happened at Mrs.  Bachman's house.  He spent
the next night a different friend's house, so it wasn't until Wednesday
that he spent any real time with his mother.
   Betty Turner sat her son down in the living room for a serious talk.
   "Arthur Anthony Turner, I am very disappointed with the way you behaved
with Mrs.  Bachman.  You knew that was my first real vacation in years, and
you almost ruined it all."
   "But mom..."
   "Don't but me!  And you're too young to be even thinking about girls,
let alone peeking at them."
   "But mom..."
   "I was so embarrassed when she called me!  How could you embarrass me so
much?"
   "But mom..."
   "And it took spankings to make you behave yourself.  Spankings!  To
think that you needed to start getting spankings at your age."
   "But mom..."
   "Don't you but mom me." Betty Turner snapped.  "One more and I'll show
you what butt I'm talking about."
   "But mom..." Artie said, habit sending the words to his lips.
   "That's it!" Betty Turner snarled.  "I gave you a choice and you made
it. Now those shorts are coming down."
   "But mom..." Artie wailed.  He couldn't believe this was happening.
   But it was.
   Artie was moving as if in a dream as not only did his shorts go down,
but his underwear as well as his mother draped him over her lap.  As she
positioned him Artie had a strange thought, that this wasn't the first time
his mother had positioned someone like this, but it had to be, didn't it?
She surely hadn't put him in this position before, and who else would she
spank?
   Then she was painting his backside as red as Mrs.  Bachman ever had,
which drove those musing from his mind.
   "But mom!  Oh!  UM!  Why are you OWWW!" Artie protested.
   "You almost ruin my vacation and you ask why?" Betty Turner demanded. 
"I should have done this years ago.  Maybe then you'd have some manners."
   Artie was still in a strange shock when his mother finally finished
spanking him and (to his amazement) placed him in a corner.
   "Now stay there while I get cleaned up." Betty Turner said in a husky
voice.
   It seemed that he faced that corner for ages, but eventually his mother
returned.
   "You can turn around now." Betty Turner told her son.  "I said turn
around!  You don't have nothing I haven't seen before.  Who do you think
used to change your diapers?  That's better."
   Fixed under his mother's stare, Artie wanted to sink into the floor.
   "There's going to be some changes here." Betty Turner announced.  "Since
Mrs.  Bachman's methods seem to work, then I'm thinking about adopting them
here.  From now on when a little boy misbehaves under this roof he can
expect a sore bottom and to lose his pants privileges."
   "But..."
   "Fine, it's clothing privileges now.  Want to interrupt and push it
higher?" Betty Turner snapped.
   Artie kept his tongue as his mother raved on, setting rules and talking
about punishments.
   "She can't mean it, can she?" Artie asked himself.
   It didn't seem real.  Even half-naked with a throbbing backside his
mother's words just didn't seem real.
   The next night was Artie's turn to hold a sleepover, and it was, as
Betty Turner reminded them all, a work night.
   She told all three boys that at seven, and reminded them at nine.  Then
eleven o'clock arrived with voices still loud and she reminded them again,
this time using more than words.
   The other two boys had snickered when she hauled Artie out of bed,
yanked down his PJs, and started to remind him.  Sometime during that
spanking the snickering became strained as they saw Artie's backside
shifting color.
   The snickering ended in a shocked gasp when, after propelling Artie to a
corner, Betty Turner seized a second arm and a second set of PJ bottoms
shot down.
   "What?" Betty Turner asked the blank faced boy who was gawking as the
second one squawked over her lap.  "I called around made sure your moms
knew about the new rules here.  This is the third time I had to tell the
three of you and maybe if you didn't hear with your eyes you'll hear with
your backsides."
   Betty Turner wondered if she was exaggerating the situation.  She had
told the other parents about the new rules, but she hadn't been explicit
that they applied to anyone but Artie.  She had used the words "a boy under
my roof" and similar phrases, which should have given the hint, but if they
hadn't been listening carefully...  Well, Betty Turner could say she had
warned them.
   And with Keith Emerson staring up at her in terror as he waited his
turn, Betty couldn't help wondering if Denise would soon be gracing her
lap. Or whether Artie would once more be over that girl's lap.  Either way
it could be interesting.  Betty Turner almost felt like her life was
starting again after a long break during which she had been a mother and
not a person.
   Artie couldn't read his mother's thoughts.  All he knew was that he
wanted to die.  After tonight none of his friends would want to come to his
house, let alone sleepover and if he couldn't host sleepovers then he
couldn't go to them.  He wasn't sure who had made that rule (maybe it was
the same crew who seemed to track who owed who a sleepover) but he knew the
rule existed.  Being seen getting a bare bottom spanking from his mom was
bad enough, but knowing that anyone entering the house would get it was
worse.  This would cost him every friend he had.  And the worst part was it
was his mom: a sitter like Mrs.  Bachman was one thing, a temporary thing,
but getting it from his mother proved it was another thing, a permanent
thing, that could go on for ages.  Mrs.  Brown had said it could on beyond
the point when Artie was a little boy, and that would be years and years!
Anyway he looked at it his life was practically over.  
  
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