Park ______’s bottom settled uneasily on the hard plastic coffee shop chair, it especially chaffed at the tight tender bud between her two tender curves. But at least she could now just about sit down. That was more than could be said for the thoroughly morose sorority girl standing at the window shelf that ______ pretended not to notice. Oh to have been a fly on the wall when she tasted the paddle, ______ thought, but her enthusiasm was curbed somewhat by her own troubles.

Her latest run-in with Mrs Jessica was hardly the worst she had had but it was certainly… instructive. _______ pouted and took another sip of her coffee. The recent memory was crowded out by another from just a few weeks before.

“Tell me ______, have you ever had a punishment ?” Mrs Jessica had then asked. At the time it was a subject which ______ was wholly ignorant.

_______ had gaped at the question and she had quailed to the tips of her toes. If she were honest she had known that this day might come and she had been a little curious, but contemplating the reality had been too… too much to comprehend and all the scenarios in her head had been played out with other girls during her intimate moments alone.

The question on that day had come after a particularly prolonged spanking while across Mrs Jessica’s knee. As usual despite all attempts to tough it out and preserve some pride and dignity she had nevertheless bawled like a teen.

In her fevered youth she had seen some spiked running shoes and concocted elaborate and unlikely fantasies about getting a spanking with such a thing. Her teen years had been driven by such dark punishments, and it was a secret desire she had never entirely shaken off. But the spanking that day from such a simple thing as Mrs Jessica’s hairbrush had rivalled all her worst expectations.

First, as always, came the tummy churning inevitability of the spanking. Second was the feeling of utter helplessness, there was a kind of liberty in being humbled like that she could never explain. The third emotion was entirely different and was the perfect moment of humility, freedom from choice combined with utter helplessness, that short time when she was scolded just before the first spank forming an emotional state all on its own. Then the spanking rendered all introspection as nothing, as her world became bottom, hairbrush and Mrs Jessica.

_______ remembered, and at the same time couldn’t remember the relentless sting that built up and up until it was all she could comprehend. The pain described every curve of her flesh and until she thought that it would never ever end; and then it did. Or at least the physical assault did. The burn throbbed on as Mrs _____ renewed the verbal emotional tirade. The one where words were unimportant and just the tone offered some balm.

But all this was underpinned by dread. _______ knew the spanking was not over and that the housemother was only waiting for the sting to become bearable again so that she could build upon it again.

“Please, I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” _______ might have babbled, she couldn’t recall, such shame now blotted form her mind. Then she did remember and her face melted.

“What if your students could see this?” Mrs Jessica had said sharply, “You wouldn’t be so high and mighty then, would you? You think it couldn’t happen? You are not the first 20-something or even 30-something I have put in her place.”

In that moment _______ had never felt so humbled, but worse was yet to come.

“Tell me ______, have you ever had a punishment ?” moments before _______ had fled from the memory of what had happened next and had taken refuge in her spanking. Now she hid her face as she furtively looked around, certain now that everyone in the coffee shop knew she was still punished so dreadfully.

Mrs Jessica had stripped ______ and put her on her knees in the bath. Her bottom had still burned and while the housemother had fussed with something the teacher didn’t dare contemplate, _______ had cupped her bottom cheeks and marvelled at the hot leathery texture she heft in both hands.

“Bend over it then and reach back under the tray,” the housemother had ordered.

_______ had frowned for a second, not daring to let her mind dwell on what was happening. In front of her across the bath was a removable stainless steel cage serving as a tray to hold any required soaps or rubber ducks; her parents had one, she remembered. Only this one was sturdier and had plasticised padding on the middle portion which might have been a seat for the convenience of leg shaving or…

“Yes that, bend over it and get your bottom right up,” Mrs Jessica scolded icily.

_______ blinked and then dumbly looked at the housemother. On the bathroom counter behind her was a small bucket, a hot water bottle thing, some rubber tubing and a funnel.

“Tell me ______, have you ever had a punishment ?” Mrs Jessica had previously asked her, the words still reverberating as they always would.

_______ was halfway to obeying when she finally grasped her fate and she gasped.

“I hope you feel thoroughly ashamed of yourself,” Mrs Jessica sighed.

“But I haven’t done anything,” _____ wailed.

“Haven’t… don’t you realise that since we have been having these Saturday session you haven’t been out late once and have been quite the model tenant here,” the housemother said as she shook her head.

_______ started and hastily tried to recall… all those mishaps that she swore were not her fault, or all that confrontation when all she had to do was been in on time… _______ blushed as comprehension, which had been a long time coming finally landed.

Sitting in the coffee shop _______ blanched white for a second and then hot blood surge through her in a flush to end all blushes.