[Fiction] Marty meets Mia and Charlie

[MarvHarvey]

Weekly family life absorbed us fully, and for a while it seemed we had no time for anything but the daily scramble: school and work, household chores and homework, then sleep. But that wasn't a bad thing as the bruises on my legs slowly cleared up. Miss Kathryn checked them daily until one morning as I was to get in the shower she said: "almost gone - so a spanking after the kids leave for school. Can't leave you without a reminder."

"Miss Kathryn? Why...."

""Because I said."

"Yes, Miss Kathryn."

An hour later the junior members of the family were heading out and Miss Kathryn was turning to me. "Strip. Completely. Be quick about it."

"Yes, Miss Kathryn."

As my clothes piled on the floor <smak> she stood smacking her palm <smak> with a heavy wooden hairbrush <smak> I had not seen previously. <smak> A few inches longer than my hand, <smak> about three inches wide, <smak> and probably about three-quarters <smak> of an inch thick. <smak> Clearly it had some heft. <smak> "Into the dining room and over my lap." <smak>

She pulled out a dining r0om chair and sat - pulling up her skirt as she did so. I laid across her thighs, lovely thighs. I was more concerned than usual about what she had in mind. She was being so quiet and direct, and that brush was clearly heavy and solid.

"It has been a few weeks and you have been getting just a tiny bit less respectful in your daily actions. So this is a reminder. I am going to blister and bruise your cheeks and you will have these marks for a few days. It is meant to hurt."

With that she pulled her right leg out from under me and locked it across the back of my legs. "Right hand behind your back for me to grab." I moved it into place for her.

"Count and thank me. No other sounds, understand?"

"Yes, Miss Kathryn."

"Good. Any mistakes and you get extras. Right side first."

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O.M.G. that hurt. "One, thank you."

"Doesn't count. do it right."

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Right on the sit spot again. "One, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Two, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Three, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Four, thank you, Miss Kathryn." I could feel her body put rower into every stroke.

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My legs twitched. "Five, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Clearly she had the rhythm of snapping her wrist at the right moment - these hurt like nothing I had experienced. "Six, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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My feet kicked a bit. "Aaaahhh, seven, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

"Counting and thanking only - do that again and it won't count."

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My body shivered on her lap. "Eight, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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These were all coming down on the sit-spot of my right cheek. It was a raging fire of pain. "Nine, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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I couldn't help kicking and twisting. "Ten, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Eleven, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Pain. "Twelve, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Kicking was almost continuous. "Thirteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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My voice had been slowly breaking, and now I was crying. "Fourteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Fifteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Kicking, twitching, crying. "Sixteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Breaking into a sweat with the pain. "Seventeen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Kicking, twitching, crying. "Eighteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Kicking, twitching, crying. "Nineteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Twenty, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

"Ok. Now I'll do the left side. Start over with your counting." She shifted her body a bit, and adjusted my weight a bit. The smooth, hard brush rubbed over my untouched left cheek.

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Right on the sit spot, just like the other side. "One, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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My body was already overwhelmed with pain. "Two, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Sweating. "Three, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Gasping, trying not to make a sound. "Four, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Legs twitching. "Five, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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This hurt. "Six, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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I was really focusing on every smack - I could not hide inside my mind. "Seven, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Sobbing. "Eight, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Sobbing, pain. "Nine, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Kicking less now. "Ten, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Eleven, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Pain. Exhausted. "Twelve, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Laying still and concentrating on the pain. "Thirteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Crying. "Fourteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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"Fifteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Vibrating a little, crying. "Sixteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Pain. "Seventeen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Pain. Crying. "Eighteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Pain. "Nineteen, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

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Exhausted, pain. "Twenty, thank you, Miss Kathryn."

"Now think about that all day at work. We are going to work more quick little spankings into your life, just to keep you in line. Now, no time for hanging around feeling sorry for yourself."

She slowly released me and helped me get up. I could hardly move. My face was red and puffy from crying. She leaned in to lick up a couple of my tears. "Move it! No hanging around, get dressed. No rubbing that bottom - just stuff it into your cycling shorts. They'll help keep it warm for you." She grinned at that. My bum didn't need any help stating warm.

Once I was ready, and heading out the door, she gave me a quick kiss on each side of my face. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, Miss Kathryn."