LESSONS AT THE VICARAGE, PART 2

My first spanking from the Revd Truscott was such a painful and embarrassing experience that I resolved not to need another. And I did very well for a while. Then, on a Monday, I'd forgotten to do my weekend work and, on the same day, I accidentally upset an inkwell, and watched in horror as the ink soaked into his Axminster carpet. Mr Truscott was grimly silent as he washed up the mess, refusing to let me help; I had done enough damage, he said, but don't worry, he would deal with me in a minute. I stood watching him, and at the words 'deal with' I have to admit that I felt my bum-cheeks tingling in anticipation.

Then he'd finished and, hoping to mollify him, perhaps, I started unbuttoning my trousers.

'What are you doing, Christopher?'

'T-taking my pants down, sir. You - you said you would deal with me, and I - I thought - '

'Quite right. But don't you remember how I said you'd have to get it, if I needed to do it again this week?'

He sat down on the chair again. Gosh - I HAD forgotten - but I remembered now! I looked down at the floor and my cheeks reddened. 'You said y-you'd give it to me all b-bare, sir.'

'And I meant it. So get your clothes off. ALL your clothes. Socks and shoes as well. And the longer you take to get naked, the more smacks you get - and the harder they'll be.'

So I hurried to obey, piling my clothes on a nearby chair. How had I been so stupid as to get myself punished like this?

Soon I was ready - and I felt very odd indeed, standing there completely naked-bare in his study. I couldn't avoid a glance at the window. What if anyone was to pass?

'Come HERE, Christopher,' he snapped.

Scarlet-faced, I went across when he told me and was draped across his knee as before.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

And so on - and on. It was as before, with the loud bot-smacks ringing round the study, and with my usual gymnastics and fortissimo screaming over Sir's lap. At the end, wet-cheeked and still bawling loudly, I was ordered to wriggle as before - in fact, for quite a bit longer than before.

I heard Sir say, 'It's better when you're completely naked; you can writhe more.'

I didn't know about 'better'! But I had a really good long wriggle, and also kicked my legs quite a lot - which WAS easier bare.

At last I was allowed to stand up again, and I went at once for my clothes.

'What are you doing, Christopher?'

'G-getting dressed, sir.'

'Did I say you could?'

'No, sir.'

'Stand up. Face me.'

I did, then, following his eyes downward, I saw to my horror that IT was standing STRAIGHT up, almost against my tummy. It was either because of being bare in front of him, or all that wriggling on his lap. And now, his looking at it made it even harder. I'd never been so embarrassed.

'S-sorry, sir,' I said lamely.

'Well, you can't go around like that,' he said shortly. 'So attend to it - quickly.'

I looked at him, puzzled for a moment. 'At-tend…?'

He said even more crisply, 'You know perfectly well what I mean. Now, do as you are told - or get over my knee again!'

I didn't have a choice. But he surely didn't mean… Uncertainly, I took hold of it, and made a few tentative movements. 'You mean, sir, like..?'

'GET ON WITH IT' he snapped. 'Time's wasting.' He reached across his desk and took a tissue from a box. 'I'll hand you this when you need it.'

There was nothing else for it. I took a firm hold and started work as hard as I could, hoping to get it over quickly. And I DID - because I think having him watching gave me an extra tingle, embarrassed as I was. The tingle got more and more - I tried to keep quiet, but then heard myself WAH-WAH-WAH-ing, louder and louder, and at the end I couldn't suppress a yell at the top of my voice. At which, without comment, he quickly reached over and handed me the tissue.

When I'd wiped myself and recovered, we went back to the lesson as if nothing had happened. Except that he wouldn't allow me to have my clothes till it was time to go home. But, as always after a spanking, he gave me a cushion to sit on, and was quite kind for the rest of the lesson. Quite often, though, he would make me go across to the bookcase or to another table to fetch something or other. I think he quite liked to see me walking about bare. I tried to keep away from the window, though!

I was really relieved when it came time to get dressed and go home. At least it can't get any worse, I thought.