______ had been lurking for quite some time before the man switched off the TV and told the women to turn around. By then ______ had worked out that there was another woman there, a 30-something panther-like creature who despite being nearer 40 than 30, _______ guessed, had the feisty look of a single woman rather than the man’s husband. Lucky man, she thought regretfully.

The other thing ______ had worked out was that the older of the two girls was indeed more mature and was at least her own age.

Now it was about 45 minutes after she first peeked that things finally looked like getting going.

“Eunha,” the man sighed. Then from the table he picked up a small stout paddle with tight drilled holes, before taking a chair from the wall.

Eunha dropped her aching arms and took half a step back before nervously rubbing her thighs. Then in a hobbled shuffle, she crossed the room with her hands cupped anxiously over her in front.

“Uncle Siwon I…” Eunha ventured meekly.

Siwon ignored her and tipped her easily across his knee so that her bottom was a tight split dome in his lap.

Hyoyeon, who had half turned to watch, shot a lip-chewing glance at the action, tugging at her shirt in front lest anyone see her ness.

The paddle rose and fell with a purpose and in a moment Eunha’s grunts had become laboured breaths and she made slow swimmer-like kicks with her legs as she squirmed.

It was the heavy hard thwack of the impacts that made _______ start and she wondered if her own spankings from Mrs Jessica were so loud. She realised she didn’t know, being too preoccupied at such times with how they felt than what they sounded like.

If _______ thought the spanking would soon be over she was to be reassured. True within a few minutes Eunha’s bottom went through hard pink to an angry red, but that was just for openers. The paddle soon left contrasting dark red and whitish blotches that rose in little blisters as the spanking progressed.

By then of course Eunha had given up all stoicism and her angry grunts had given over to distressed wails and finally full bloodied howling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry,” she bawled, much good it did her.

_______ lost all track of time as the spanking continued, but if someone had later told her it lasted for an hour, she would not have been surprised. Although in truth, 20 minutes was near the mark, if that.

“Your behaviour was unacceptable,” Siwon said sharply as his spanking arm slowed, “You get that don’t you?”

The woeful tear-stained and snot-smeared face of Eunha nodded. The sobbing girl looked submissively up over her shoulder and emphasised her surrender with, “Yes Sir.”

Siwon shot a glance at her raw welted bottom and guessed that she was.

“Alright, back to face the wall with you,” he sighed.

Eunha clambered to her feet and this time heedless of flashing her pubic triangle, staggered to the wall and meekly took up the required pose.

“Now Siwon oppa…” the older woman said warily as now that it had come to it she backed away. “I know I kind of deserve it but…”

“Kind of deserve it,” Siwon barked, his exasperation clear, “You brat. I ought to have you cut a switch after this.”

Hyoyeon gaped and backed off a little more, still tugging at her T-shirt in front to cover herself. This action only emphasised her seemingly big bottom behind and made her look all the more vulnerable.

In the event he took her over his knee as easily as he had Eunha, although with more rather fuss. This time he was intent to really make an impact and really let fly with the paddle, driving it down hard.

Hyoyeon made no attempt to be silent and yelled heartedly from the get go so that the watching _______ had to stifle a laugh.

Even the woman, who _______ learned was called Yuri, returned to watch the action and made no attempt to disguise her amusement.

“You may only be a lodger here, but you are just one of the family to us,” she chuckled.

_______ gaped at this revelation and her mind raced. Oh my God, she thought, but something about it excited her. The spanking too excited her and she squeezed her thighs together as she watched. How this Siwon kept up the pace, ________ could only guess, he was a hero in her eyes anyway and she didn’t even care what the women had done. But something about the woman’s bawling and the way her bottom went blister-red to angry purple in so short a time made the college prof think that she was a relative novice.

_______’s hand strayed to her own behind and she felt the fading ministrations of Mrs Jessica’s efforts. Mrs Jessica, she cried inwardly, what time is it? Omigod, she thought and fell back from the window. It had gone 9.30, her watch revealed.

_______ stood with her forehead pressed to the front door of Chain Reaction Hall. The freshman dorm block was firmly closed against her and she just knew that sneaking in wold prove as futile as it ever had. Why do I keep on doing this? It as an inward wail of despair and part of her knew her life was about to change one way or another.

She wasn’t even surprised when she heard the bolts drawn back from inside to allow the door to be opened.

“Good evening ________,” Mrs Jessica said wearily, “I rather supposed it would come to this.”

“Mrs Jessica,” _______ began, “I really don’t think…”

“Dr Park, I will call you informally from now on _______,” Mrs Jessica sighed, “Go to bed, just go to bed. We will have a nice long, long talk on Saturday afternoon.”

_______ felt her jaw click as she swallowed. There was no way, she thought, and looked up to speak. But Mrs Jessica had gone.