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Asking the Neighbors Part 6

As much as I enjoyed my play time with Harry, I knew it was interfering with my school work. I had gotten way behind in my reading, and I was not at all prepared for a pop quiz the Wills and Estates professor sprung on us.

Harry was waiting for me when I got out of the class, the last one of the day, and I showed him my quiz paper.

He frowned. “You had only forty percent right? You’re smarter than that, Brenda.”

“I know!” I said, unable to keep the whine out of my voice. “But I’ve been slacking off terribly. I need to focus on my homework.”

“Yeah. I know. And I haven’t been much help, have I?” He took my hand, and we walked toward the bike shed. “I was going to invite you to the pub, but I don’t think beer is the answer. Let’s go to mine, and I’ll try to help.”

I stopped and bit my lip. “Harry, I like you a lot, but you’re really a distraction. I think I’d better just go home and hit the books.”

“Oh! Okay.” He shrugged. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”

He turned and walked away without kissing me goodbye, and I felt awful, as if I had just kicked a puppy. On the bike ride home, I decided I needed help of another kind.

Linda answered the door when I knocked.

She smiled. “Hi, Brenda. What’s up?”

“Um, is Steve at home?”

“No,” she replied, looking at me quizzically. “He had a late meeting at work. Come in. I’ll put the kettle on.”

We sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea, and I told her how badly things were going at school.

“I know how that is, Brenda. Steve had similar problems his first year at uni, but he had me there to help him concentrate.”

I rolled my eyes. “But weren’t you his distraction? Like Harry is mine?”

“I might have been, but I took a page out of his own book and fixed that.”

“What do you mean? What book?” I asked her with a frown.

Linda took my hand and squeezed. “I’m a couple of years older than Steve, so I started year three the same time he started year one, right after we got married. So I told him if he didn’t pull up his socks and get to work for real, I would spank him.”

A sound somewhere between a gasp and cough came from my mouth, and my eyes almost popped from my head. “What? You spanked him? I—I thought he did all the spanking in your house.”

She nodded. “He did then, just as he does now, but the very thought of his darling little girl taking his pants down to spank his bare butt, just like he does mine, perked him right up.”

“But, didn’t he get angry that you even mentioned the possibility?”

“Of course he did!” Linda said with grin. “And he smacked my bum quite sore. But later, after we’d had a nice romp, he got his sense of humor back and made me a counter offer.”

“What kind of counter offer?” I asked.

“He said, Lindy, I’m going to give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom for every first I take from now on. And I can tell you, Brenda, I was one sore little girl at the finish of every term afterwards.”

“Oh! How wonderful for you both!” I grimaced a bit. “Well, except for your bottom being so sore so regularly.”

Linda laughed. “So worth it, though, and he always made up for it with some lovely fun time in bed afterwards.” Her face turned serious. “But back to your problem, young lady.”

I winced when her voice went all stern. “Um, I don’t think I could spank you every time I take a first, if I ever do.”

Fighting back a smile, she shook her head and continued. “That isn’t what I meant. Go get your tawse.”

My mouth dropped open. “Really? You—you’re going to p-punish me?” I stammered.

“No, miss. I am going to give you a strong incentive to buck up your ideas and not give me reason to tell Steve that you need another caning, and you’re going to get that incentive right on your bare bottom. Now do what I said.”

Trembling, I went to the kitchen door and fetched the wicked bit of leather. Linda pushed her chair back and motioned for me to go over her lap.

It was such a strange sensation to be over a girl’s thighs instead of a man’s, but from seeing how quickly Linda went from sweet to strict, I felt sure that strange was not all I would soon be feeling.

She did not make me wait. My skirt flipped right up and over and out of the way, then my knickers followed, exposing all my somewhat faded cane marks.

“Now you pay attention, young lady,” she told me, again in her hard voice, and I suddenly felt the sharp sting of leather right across the center of my bum. “You are to stop thinking with your hormones and get back to work.” She continued to spank while she talked, and a tear fell from my eye. “You have wasted too much time, as it is, and I am not having that.” I felt the sting of her words even more than the tawse, and the tears fell faster. “Do you understand, little girl?”

“Ye-ye-yes, ma’am!” I screeched, feeling very sorry for myself, exactly like a punished little girl.

Linda put the tawse on the table and then helped me to stand before sitting me on her lap, my sore bottom pressed against her thighs.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, or do I have to tell Steve you’re in need of another very hard caning?”

I shook my head quickly. “N-no, please. Ya-you made your point very well.”

“Good. Now go and get busy on your homework. I’ll bring you some supper later.”

She helped me to stand and hugged me softly.

“Thanks, Linda,” I whispered hoarsely. “Um, if I start falling into bad habits, may I come see the mean neighbor lady again?”

“Of course you may, darling. Now shoo!”

Sitting at my home desk, the sting in my bum, as well as the scolding that echoed in my ears, kept me glued to my work well into the evening.

Epilogue

True to their word, Steve and Linda got me back onto the right path, and I studied harder than I ever had in my life.

What’s more, during the next summer term, I got so far ahead in my work that I felt comfortable getting back in touch with Harry.

He, too, had put his head down and got things done. Once we had agreed that work came before play, the two of us were able to finish law school together, each of us taking a first in our separate specialty.

Meanwhile, I still got spanked at home by Steve and Linda whenever I even thought about slacking. Toward the end of our last term, I asked Harry to come watch what they were doing to keep me on the straight and narrow.

I think he understood, so I’m pretty sure I’m going to like being married to him.

Brenda

  PS : This last part was written with help from our late friend Devlin O’Neill

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