In Loco Parentis--Part II

Upstairs Kim couldn't sit still. Mrs. Dayton's tone of voice had done nothing to soothe her jangled nerves. Kim feared that Mrs. Dayton wanted more from her than a promise to do better.

Mrs. Dayton, ever polite, knocked gently and entered. In her hand was her wide, flat, oval wooden hairbrush. Kim's heart went to her throat.

Mrs. Dayton began quietly but firmly. "I hope you realize, dear, that what took place downstairs was hardly the spanking you deserve. I'm afraid my husband is rather too easy on you girls. He plays the gruff disciplinarian, but he's really an old softie."

She sat down solemnly on the edge of the bed.

"Now take off those blue jeans, young lady, and get over my knee."

Kim gulped, but again, her trust of Mrs. Dayton overcame her hesitation. She slowly removed her jeans, neatly folding them and hanging them over the back of her desk chair. (Mrs. Dayton hated picking up after them!) She felt a bit ridiculous in her pink panties and purple socks, but how she looked was the least of her worries. She couldn't take her eyes off the hairbrush. It wasn't as fearsome-looking as the paddle, but close in on a properly positioned subject-- it could be singularly effective!

"Don't dawdle, child, it just makes it harder for both of us."

When Kim made no movement, Mrs. Dayton simply reached over with an exasperated sigh, grabbed Kim by the elbow, and peremptorily hauled her across her lap. Kim barely had time to catch a glimpse of her upturned tush before Mrs. Dayton had laid the cool wood against her bottom, raised the hairbrush high, and delivered the first smart swat: CRACK!
 

"Ow-w, Mrs. Dayton, that hurts!" Kim complained, but Mrs. Dayton seemed not to hear. Indeed, further protest was rendered impossible by a flurry of spanks which left Kim breathless. Once aroused, Mrs. Dayton proved relentless. She was quite well-practiced in this motherly art, having taken over for Mr. Dayton on other occasions. Her arm operated with machine-like rapidity in adminstering the strokes, while at the same time her eye scanned Kim's hindquarters, making sure every part of that ample female bottom received its peppering of stinging smacks.

"Ouch, please stop, Mrs. Dayton," said Kim, regaining her voice,"I've Ouch! learned my lesson."

"A girl of your intelligence!" CRACK! CRACK! "To bring an 'F' home!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Oh, Mrs. Dayton, I'm sorry!" Kim wailed piteously, but Mrs. Dayton was unmoved.

"Not sorry enough, I'm afraid," she remarked as the hailstorm of spanks continued unabated. It wasn't until she had laid on several dozen solid licks that Mrs. Dayton relented, allowing Kim to slip to her knees and lay her tearful head on Mrs. Dayton's lap.
 

Mrs. Dayton stroked the girl's hair soothingly.
 

"I don't enjoy this any more than you do, dear. But you have to be properly punished. And to be perfectly honest, I think you deserve a good two dozen more."
 

Kim whimpered.

"But I'll tell you what, dear. Rest a little now while we discuss corrective behavior. Then, you can choose: the rest of your spanks with the hairbrush as before, or forty with my hand, on your bare bottom."

Mrs. Dayton paused, then spoke.
 

"First of all, Kim, you need daily study time. Every single night. I think for the time being your curfew will be 10 PM. And to further encourage regular habits, I am putting you in charge of making breakfast for us all each morning. Nothing fancy, toast and cereal is fine. Just remember that Mr. Dayton leaves the house every morning promptly at eight."
 

Her voice grew warmer.
 

"Second, why can't you be kinder to Kathleen? She is somewhat in awe of you, you know. You could help one another."

"Kathleen is in awe ... of me?"

"Yes, dear," Mrs. Dayton smiled, "she rather admires your way with the young men. There are things she doesn't dare ask me that you could help her with."

Kim brightened.

"So it's still all right for me to go out?"

"Oh, yes, dear-- once you've made some progress with your marks, of course. A young woman needs a social life. Just remember, though, your college years are a precious time for study. After all," she added dismissively, "there are always men!"

Kim had feared she would never be allowed to date again, but now she was hearing this. Evidently, there was more to Mrs. Dayton than she had ever dreamed. Her heart warmed to the woman who had just spanked her so hard.
 

She got to her feet.

"I'll do as you say, Mrs. Dayton. And I'm ready for the rest of my punishment," she added bravely. "Please spank me with your hand."

Mrs. Dayton knew Kim was only trying to make it easier on herself, but that 'please spank me' was music to her ears. Almost a year at college and finally the girl was learning something!
 

Mrs. Dayton now positioned herself farther back on the bed, so that Kim had to climb in childlike fashion across Mrs. Dayton's waiting lap. Kim's feet were fully off the floor-- there would be no backsliding this time! Mrs. Dayton eased Kim's panties over her blazing cheeks, taking them down to mid-thigh. Fresh tears welled up in Kim's eyes at this further humiliation, but she kept her buttocks still and accepting of punishment.
 

"One more thing before I continue," Mrs. Dayton stated firmly. "I insist you find a new study partner. You and Susan do not seem to accomplish very much on your trips to the library."
 

At this, the figure who had been kneeling for some time in the hall peering in the keyhole suddenly drew back, got quietly to her feet, and padded quickly back to her room.
 

Mrs. Dayton took a moment to survey Kim's shapely bottom. Forty spanks would be plenty to even out the angry red splotches the hairbrush had left into a nice, even, rosy glow.

She didn't lecture. She didn't have to. The submissive way Kim accepted the hearty slaps deeply gratified the older woman, so much so that the last half dozen spanks became playful little taps instead of punishing blows.
 

"That hurt, Mrs. Dayton, but I want you to know I'm really sorry and to thank..."--this last part was hard--"to thank you for spanking me."

"That's quite all right, dear. I guess it's part of my job. I suggest you get into your nightclothes, and perhaps you'd like something to eat. It's been a long evening for all of us, and you didn't have any dinner."

 

The journey from folly to repentance was indeed an arduous one and apt to sharpen the appetite, thought Mrs. Dayton as she watched Kim and Susan tear into the pizza they had ordered. The little party had turned into a real gabfest by the time Mr. Dayton got back.
 

"I see you are none the worse for wear after your paddling, Kim," he said. "No hard feelings, I hope?"

Kim smiled shyly, and glanced at Mrs. Dayton. She would keep their secret.

"No hard feelings, Mr. Dayton," she replied cheerfully.
 

"Good. I'll be off to bed then. Store opens early, you know."

Just after 11, Kathleen returned.
 

"Hey, pizza and everything!" she exclaimed. "Looks like this is where all the action is." Did bad girls always have all the fun? she thought to herself sullenly. "I had a perfectly boring evening at the Koffe Kup. Nobody there but some Tau Thetas."
 

"Tau Theta boys!" Kim giggled. "And you didn't have any fun? Kath, you and I need to have a talk. Better yet, we'll hit the Koffee Kup together some night soon."
 

Kim caught Mrs. Dayton's glance.
 

"With your approval, of course, Mrs. Dayton."
 

"Of course you may," Mrs. Dayton smiled.
 

"You know, Kim," Kathleen said quietly, "I'd like that."

Not long afterwards the lights in the big old Victorian began to go out, one by one. Mr. Dayton fell right to sleep. Business had been brisk, and why not-- his was a reputable establishment, and he provided a valuable service. Mrs. Dayton lay quietly at his side. She, too, was satisfied with the night's work. Her young charges were all safe in their nest now. How precociously wise they were one minute, how childishly impulsive the next! Never mind, she would be there, ready to guide and protect.
 

The light still burned in Susan's room, as she took a long look at her books. This stuff isn't that hard, she thought. I can master it. C's won't cut it for me anymore, she resolved.

In the next room Kathleen lay awake, her face aglow with excitement. She was happy about her marks, and she looked forward to going out with Kim. There were so many things to know, so many people to meet!
 

Upstairs, Kim, face down beneath the coverlet, felt herself drifting off to sleep. There was a warm, sweet throbbing in her bottom that seem to spread throughout her whole being. Never had she felt so loved and secure! She was quite sure, in a dreamy sort of way, that there was a man out there whose job it would be to make her feel this way forever. In the meantime, she thought to herself, she would count on the Daytons.

Meanwhile, across town, across campus, Jake stared out the window of his room in Tau Theta house. He could have any girl on campus, he thought-- why was he so intrigued by this one? That story she had given him: she lived off-campus, but he couldn't come with her? What gives there? He wondered where she was partying tonight.

Oh, well, he'd have to wait till he saw her in class again. He snapped off his desk lamp and decided to turn in.

In Loco Parentis-Part I

"Kim, where are you going? I thought you lived here, in Hillman."

Kim looked up at the massive high-rise, then appreciatively eyed her fellow student, Jake. She admired the muscled arms, the chiseled jaw, the eager, sparkling blue eyes. Jake had walked her all the way across campus for this moment. Kim knew what he was thinking: an afternoon's fun with a willing female in the warren of rooms up in the coed dorm.

"No, Jake, sorry. I moved out after last semester. I'm in ILP housing now."

"ILP housing? What's that?"

Kim smiled, a bit ruefully.

"I don't remember what it stands for, exactly. It does mean I live off-campus, but no, I can't take you home with me. Listen, I'll see you next class, OK?"

There was no way he could hide his look of disappointment.

"Well, yeah, OK, next class then."

I...L...P...let's see, Kim pondered as she walked the quiet, tree-lined streets of town, a world away from the anonymous bustle of the campus. In Loco Parentis, yes, that was it-- Latin for "in place of the parents." Yep, that's what I signed up for, Kim sighed to herself. She had had a rough first semester, two F's, one D and one Incomplete. Her academic counselor had suggested ILP housing, a program where students were matched with local families and lived in their homes. It was supposed to benefit the students, and improve town/gown relations as well. And so far it had worked out. Kim loved her little attic room in the spacious Victorian home of Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Dayton, and she got along well with the other girls living there, Kathleen and Susan. Well, with Susan anyway, Kathleen was sometimes hard to take. Mr. Dayton was a pharmacist and had a store in town, while Mrs. Dayton kept the whole household running efficiently. Kim found the Daytons a bit old-fashioned, it was true, but really very kind, and they seemed genuinely interested in their charges. And it had done her good, Kim had to admit, to live away from the noise, the parties, the beer, and the boys. Especially the boys. Not that she had given up those things entirely. On more than one occasion Susie had covered for her, telling Mrs. Dayton that she and Kim had been studying together at the library, when really one or both of them had been out partying. I guess I went a little too far with that sort of thing, Kim thought worriedly as she climbed the porch steps. There was a pang of anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she felt for the midterm grade report in the pocket of her jacket. She had only one F this time, but she knew her usual alibis wouldn't wash now. Last semester Kim had tossed her midterm marks aside and hadn't give them a second thought. This year she would have to show her grades to Mrs. Dayton.

Mrs. Dayton was at the dining room table, folding freshly-laundered kitchen towels. Kim tried to slip right up the stairs to her room, but Mrs. Dayton called to her cheerily.

"Why, Kim, there you are! Do come in and show me your grades. Kathleen and Susan are already home and they did fine. Kathleen all A's, I'm so proud of her! Susan did OK, too many C's, though, in my opinion."

Kim stood silent and forlorn.

"What's the matter, dear? Didn't you get your report?"

Kim just mumbled something, then reluctantly proffered the crumpled sheet. A cloud passed over Mrs. Dayton's normally placid features. She definitely did not like what she was seeing! Mrs. Dayton had raised a daughter of her own, now married, but girls today could be so exasperating! Some of them simply lacked self-discipline. She took a moment to compose herself before speaking.

"I must say I find this disappointing, Kim. I work hard to provide a good study environment for you girls. However, " she stated calmly as she stood and smoothed her skirt, "we'll discuss this after dinner." Kim could see that Mrs. Dayton was hurt, and the dignified way she voiced her disapproval only made Kim feel more miserable. Kim just wanted to run and hide.

"I'm really not hungry, Mrs. Dayton. I think I'll skip dinner tonight."

"As you wish, child. But I suggest you stay to your room. Mr. Dayton will want to speak to you."

Alone in her room, Kim was depleting her personal stash of Doritos as she contemplated the current mess she was in. At first she had been happy to be away from them all-- Kathleen was probably gushing over her straight A's. But now she was not so sure. Maybe she was in disgrace. After all, here she was in her room, nervous as a naughty schoolgirl, awaiting a summons from Daddy! Last semester after she had gotten her grades, she had gone out with some really great guys she knew who were always ready to party. After a joint and a couple of beers, Kim had managed to place the blame for that disastrous first semester on everybody but herself. Now she was in the ILP program. She wanted to feel sorry for herself-- so why was she thinking, despite her nervousness, that it was the best thing that could have happened to her?

Just then Susan knocked and stuck her head in the door.

"Kim, they want you downstairs. Boy, are you in for it!"

As she came down the stairs, Kim could hear Mrs. Dayton talking to Kathleen. "I just think it would be good for you to get out, dear. I know it's a weeknight, but you deserve a break from your studies."

Kathleen laughed gaily.

"I guess you're right, Mrs. Dayton. I could use a night out. Maybe I'll head over to the Koffee Kup."

"Yes, run along and have a good time. And, Kathleen-- back by midnight, please."

As Kathleen headed out, Mrs. Dayton turned and grimly gestured Kim toward the dining room. Why, thought Kim to herself, was one of the chairs turned away from the table? Then she saw Mr. Dayton-- and the paddle. Mr. Dayton cleared his throat uncomfotably, then spoke in his shy, formal way.

"As you know, Kim, ILP students share not only their hosts' homes, but agree to abide by their rules as well. Mrs. Dayton and I take an 'F' very seriously, and we have decided to act as if you were our own daughter. I'm afraid you've earned yourself a paddling, young lady. Now turn around and grasp the arms of the chair."

Kim had not expected this!

"Mr. Dayton, please, it's only a midterm mark."

"Which means, Kim, that we have caught this in time. This spanking becomes all the more effective, because we can still save the semester," Mrs. Dayton explained as she took Kim by the arm and led her to the chair. Kim was shocked. Mrs. Dayton was in on this, too! She instinctively obeyed the older woman though, bending herself slightly over the seat of the chair as Mr. Dayton drew near to deliver the swats.

"Really, does Susan have to watch?" Kim cried as she noticed her friend standing wide-eyed at the back of the room.

"We thought it might be instructive if Susan saw what happened to girls who get 'F's," Mr. Dayton explained. "her own grades are hardly exemplary."

Kim decided that she would allow them to go through with this silly business. She knew ILP housing was a privilege that could be revoked at any time. It was just her luck that she got stuck with a couple of old fogies. Old fogies who cared...oh, well...please, God, don't let it hurt too much. And, actually, it wasn't too bad. The paddle looked scary, but Mr. Dayton smacked her slowly and not very hard. It sounded worse than it was, Kim decided. Not that she was enjoying it. As a thoroughly modern young college woman, she felt she should be quite outraged, and so she resisted, in her feminine way. She "ouched" once or twice, she wiggled her behind, and, after five or six strokes, she turned and batted her eyelids at Mr. Dayton. "Oh, please, please stop!" she exclaimed breathlessly. He hung on for two more strokes-- and that was it.

"I am sorry I had to do this, Kim, but I hope you have learned your lesson," Mr. Dayton intoned gravely. He looked at Susan. "You, too, young lady."

Neither girl noticed Mrs. Dayton rolling her eyes heavenward in exasperation.

"My assistant has called out sick, and I must return to the store this evening," Mr. Dayton stated. "I leave Mrs. Dayton to look after you."

As he stepped from the room, Kim checked with damage control. Beneath her jeans and panties her bottom seemed unusually sensitive. It felt all warm and tingly in an unfamiliar way, but it really didn't ache. Of course, she was embarrassed at having been punished in such a juvenile fashion. But all in all, it hadn't been too awful. The thought was just beginning to cross her mind that she had gotten away with something, when Mrs. Dayton spoke.

"Susan, I suggest you go to your room and study. And you, Kim-- go to your room also. I will be in to see you shortly."

Part II

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