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.
