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As Miss Simmonds removed her skirt, she glanced over at the firm thighs she was soon going to lie over. Thank goodness he did not have the hairbrush or the spankstick, nor had he taken off his dreaded belt, it would be a hand spanking. Not that it would be a picnic, he spanked hard and while she probably would be able to sit down afterwards, she would be sitting very carefully, everybody in the community would recognize why, Miss Simmonds had gotten another spanking.
As she walked over to his right side, preparatory to lowering her pantyhose and panties and placing herself in proper position to receive her spanking, she had not only to acquiesce to being spanked like a little girl but to accept the rightness of what was going to happen -- even as she feared the pain of the spanking and was embarrassed at baring her bottom for a man she had known for only a few months.
At the root, as is so often the case, was money. Not that she was being paid to accept spankings, but it was shortage of money which caused the school board at her previous to have to lay off the five teachers with least seniority, including Miss Simmonds. And it was the need for money to live on and finally pay off her student loans that caused Miss Simmonds to search the very few ads offering teaching positions. And it was this same money-fueled urgency which caused her to scan the provisions of her contract only briefly, missing completely the clause which subjected her, when deserved, to “moderate and proportional corporal punishment” at the hands of her landlord, who was also the town sheriff and thus, in Miss Simmonds view, overly concerned with her safety, enforcing curfews, a ban against walking alone at night, and such. He was also empowered to designate other individuals who could spank her should the need arise.
When the clause was pointed out to her, she went to the school board and asked for its removal, but Hackett’s Town was a community which believed in spanking, while they would not force her to stay they steadfastly refused to modify the contract.
She certainly was not accepting the first time she went over Bert Harrington’s knee. Now she thought back a bit wistfully to that first spanking, it had been a hand spanking and her panties had been left up. At the time, she felt horribly ill-used. That was the last time she was allowed to keep her panties up during a spanking, well, she did retain them through the beginnings of a spanking from a 19-year-old neighbor, the designee of a designee as it were. She had argued strenuously that his being six years younger than she should mean that she would get to keep her spanking panties up. He agreed on the condition that she cooperate during the spanking. In retrospect, Miss Simmonds had to acknowledge that putting her hand back to protect her bottom from the spankstick, a horrible blend of paddle and yard stick, was not cooperating. Her panties came down for the rest of the spanking.
Miss Simmonds prided herself on her honesty and as she received more spankings that first term, she recognized that none had been unfair, all had been earned by her behavior and, though not what she was used to, in actual fact she had lived a rather undisciplined life. She still wasn’t certain that spankings were the best way to instill discipline in a young lady, but she was no longer certain that it wasn’t.