Grocery Store Part 7

   I am adapting to be living in Mrs.  A's house very well.  I have to
clean up a lot better than I used to, but I do see where it makes the house
look better.  I really enjoy the home cooked meals and I also have my own
space.  I also like that Liz lives close by, so we are able to see each
other on a daily basis.

   On Tuesday, after I came home from class and had eaten supper, Mrs.  A
had a small project for me to do.  She had me go down to the wood shop and
get some hooks that could go into a wall.  Then she had me secure the hooks
on the wall above my headboard.  Next, Mrs.  A went downstairs and came up
with a large wooden paddle with holes in it, a leather paddle that looked
like a larger ping-pong paddle, and a black riding crop.  These were hung
above my bed where I sleep every night.

   "This way I won't have to run downstairs to get paddles, if I want to
spank you.  They will also be a reminder that Elizabeth and I can spank you
at any time." Mrs.  A said.

   "But do they have to hang in plain sight where everyone can see them?" I
complained.

   "Yes they do.  And if any friends of mine ask about them, I will tell
them they are used to spank you.  I will also allow my friends to use them
to spank you.  So you better behave."

   "I plan not to get into trouble." I said.

   "Also, keep the door to your room open when you are not in it.  If I
find it shut, you will automatically be spanked."

   I was hoping that my spanking would be kept between Liz, Mrs.  A, and
myself.  But now, it will be more obvious to anyone who enters this house.
This living arrangement does save me a lot of money and it has so many
benefits, so I think I can stand a little embarrassment, now and then.

   Tuesday night, it took me a little more time to fall asleep, because the
paddles were a constant reminder about my spankings.

   Everything went well on Wednesday, until I went to class in Philosophy.
There was a test today that counted for about one half of my final grade.
With my recent move, my spankings, being together with Liz, I did not study
very well for this test.  The tests were scored by the end of class and I
found out that I got a D.  In fact, I did so bad that I was only one point
away from getting an F.

   When I finally got home, I quickly changed into my t-shirt and lounge
pants and went to the kitchen to eat with Mrs.  A.

   "You look very sad.  What is going on?" Mrs.  A asked.

   "I just took a test that I didn't study enough for, and I didn't do so
well."

   "Tell me more." Mrs.  A said.

   "With my recent move into here, and with me spending more time with Liz,
I guess I didn't study like I usually do."

   "So how bad was it?" She asked.

   "I got a D and I was only one point away from an F.  I can't believe I
am going to ask you this, but will you spank me?" I asked.  I really felt
unhappy about myself.

   "I guess I would have heard about this later, so I do think a spanking
would help you out."

   "I know I could of gotten a better grade if I would of just studied a
little more." I said.

   "Let's finish eating, then you clear off the dishes while I make a few
phone calls, then I will spank you." Mrs.  A said.

   I didn't feel like eating very much because I was mad at myself plus I
knew that I was going to be spanked.  Mrs.  A left the kitchen, and I
cleaned up the dishes and pans.

   I was walking out of the kitchen when Mrs.  A said, "Bring me the big
wooden paddle with the holes in it."

   That is the paddle that I don't like to be spanked with.  It has a real
sting to it, unlike the other paddles.  As far as I am concerned, only the
cane hurts worse than this paddle.  I also felt sort of embarrassed getting
the paddle that I would be spanked with.

   I handed the wooden paddle to Mrs.  A and asked, "How do you want me?"

   She quickly pulled down my lounge pants and said, "Step out of your
pants and then lay over the end of the couch, so that your knees are on the
couch and your hands are on the floor."

   That made it so my naked bottom stuck up high, and all I could see were
her shoes and ankles.

   "Spread your knees and brace yourself."

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   "How many swats do you think you deserve?" She asked.

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   "About fifteen.  That paddle really stings my bottom." I said.

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   "If you think you deserve fifteen, then I will give you twenty."

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   "I am happy that you asked me to spank you."

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   "That shows me you are taking responsibility for your actions."

   SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

   Then the doorbell rang.  "Stay in position and don't move.  I am not
done with your spanking yet."

   I didn't want anyone to see me like this, but I stayed in position.  I
was pleased when I heard Liz's voice.

   "Come on in.  I am not quite finished with him yet!"

   SWAT!  SWAT!

   "Stay in position so we can examine how red your butt is."

   Then I felt four hands feeling my sore naked bottom.

   "Clyde's butt is very red and feels so warm." Liz said.

   "I called Elizabeth to come over, just before I started your spanking.
Why don't you two go downstairs and be with other.  I think Clyde needs
your support." Mrs.  A said.

   So I stood up, and rubbed my bottom.  I grabbed my lounge pants and then
Liz and I went downstairs.

   Liz immediately sat on the couch and said, "Don't put your lounge pants
on, and just lay over my knees."

   She pulled up her short summer dress and I lay over her lap.  It was so
nice to feel her warm body next to mine, to smell her perfume, and to hear
her voice again.  I thought for sure that she would feel sorry for me, and
would rub lotion on my poor sore bottom.

   But then, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "Joyce told me that you thought you got
a bad grade on the test because of moving and the time you spent with me!"

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "You know that is not true."

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "You got the bad grade because you didn't take the
time to study".

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "Isn't that true?" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

   "I'm sorry!" I said.  "I guess I wanted to blame someone else for my bad
grade."

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "You know I am always willing to help you study,
if you need it."

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "I'm sorry!  I've learned my lesson." I said.

   SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.  "Okay.  I believe you.  Stand up and then we can
kiss and make up.  Then I will help you study." Liz said.

   We kissed and held each other.  It was nice that the couch was very soft
because my poor bottom was very sore.  When I asked to be spanked, I never
expected a double spanking.  
