Chapter 1:

Starting the New Semester

Jeanie Goodwin was very popular in high school. Everyone liked Jeanie because she was a friend to everyone. Her short, cropped, brunette hair framed her beautiful face and her blue eyes were always bright with curiosity and kindness while her lips perpetually curved up with her signature smile.

For three years in high school, Jeanie was a cheerleader and in her senior year she was the captain of the team. She was known for her wit, her wisdom, her brains, and her wicked sense of humor.

Jeanie always dated older boys in high school because she felt the boys her own age were, as she put it, “just too childish.” As a freshman, she dated juniors. As a sophomore, she dated seniors. As a junior and senior, she dated boys who had already graduated from high school or were attending college. Truthfully, she really was attracted to men who were even older—much older. When she thought of marriage, she envisioned marrying a man who was 15 to 20 years her senior.

Quite a few people knew that Jeanie had a perfect 4.0 grade point average (out of 4.0) in high school and college. However, besides Jeanie, only two people knew about the uncommon and unconventional reminders behind her perfect grades. Those two other people were her parents, Earl and Katie Goodwin.

In her first two years at college, Jeanie completed the required general education classes plus two classes that applied toward her major in early childhood education. Now, 20 years old and starting her third year, Jeanie was looking forward to taking more of the classes that were specific to her major.

On Monday, the first day of the new semester, she was excited to attend her “Assessment and Classroom Management” class to learn how to “track student progress and create supportive learning environments.” The class was held on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 8:00 a.m. Not wanting to be late on her first day, she was seated on the front row at 7:50 a.m. In the next 10 minutes, she watched as several other girls sat on the front row.

“You got a front-row seat, too,” the girl to her left exclaimed gleefully. “You must have heard Professor Williams is easy on the eyes and you want to see… and be seen.”

“Mm hmm,” mumbled Jeanie even though she had no clue what the girl was babbling about. Jeanie didn’t even know who the instructor was, much less what he looked like. If he did turn out to be good looking that would be a nice bonus, but Jeanie was really there for only one thing: to learn—or so she thought.

Just then, Professor Edward Williams strode confidently into the lecture hall and took his place up front. With his hazel green eyes and thick, curly, brown hair combed straight back, Professor Williams was not just easy on the eyes, Jeanie thought, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen… and he looked to be in his mid-thirties! He was perfect! Jeanie could hardly breathe. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest and she worried that anyone looking at her would see it beating right through her blouse.

Professor Williams looked at the front row – all 18 seats filled with girls. As he looked around at the rest of the 307 students in the lecture hall, he quickly opened a bottle of filtered water and took a sip and then several gulps. He cleared his throat and drank a little more water. His hands were trembling and he hoped no one noticed. To the students who were paying close attention, and there were only a handful of which Jeanie was one, he appeared to be nervous, which they thought unusual for a faculty member with tenure. Professor Williams took another sip of water, cleared his throat again, and finally began to speak.

For the next 50 minutes, Jeanie took notes, but her mind kept drifting from what the professor was saying to what she would like to be doing with the professor… in his office… or better yet, at his home.. long after class and office hours were over.

At the end of the third day of class on Friday, several girls, including Jeanie, accosted Professor Williams at the front of the lecture hall. The girls smiled and introduced themselves and then peppered Professor Williams with questions that sounded general in nature, but were really designed to obtain personal information about him.

"How long ago did you get your PhD, Professor Williams?" asked Mary Beth.

"Let’s see,” calculated Professor Williams,” that would be 14 years ago in April."

"Oh,” guessed Gwen, “so that makes you about 40 years old now."

"Actually, I'm 37. I was on an accelerated program."

“Well, then, that means you're extra smart,” observed Sarah. “Your wife must be very proud of you.”

“She’s not, but you can’t really blame her… because she doesn’t exist. Actually, I've never been married.”

Jeanie’s heart skipped a beat with the thought that Professor Williams was single--he was available.

“A handsome man like you, still single?” blurted Emily. “Why on Earth haven’t you gotten married, Professor Williams?”

“I guess I haven’t met the right girl. I’m waiting for ‘the one’ to come along. If you’ve seen The Godfather, or better yet read the book, you know Michael Corleone was metaphorically hit by a ‘thunderbolt ‘ when he first saw Apollonia. It was love at first sight and she was all he could think about until he married the girl.”

“So you’ve been waiting now…” suggested Mary Beth with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow as she completed the calculation, “close to two decades for a thunderbolt?”

“Well, yes, I suppose I have,” he replied. He paused for dramatic effect and then leaned forward slightly. “But would you ladies like to know a little secret?”

“Of course,” the girls gushed in unison.

“Just recently,” Eddie whispered. “I was struck by a thunderbolt.”

Jeanie, who moments before was giddy with excitement over Professor William’s single status, now was crestfallen, but she tried not to let it show on her face. She had indeed seen The Godfather so she knew that the thunderbolt meant Professor Williams was head-over-heals in love with his Apollonia so he definitely was off the market.

“How exciting!” gushed Mary. “Does ‘Apollonia’ know yet?”

Eddie’s made eye contact with each of the four girls individually, but lingered a little longer on one.

“No,” he said, winking at Jeanie. “Not yet.”

“What do you know about her?”

“I know her name.”

Did he just wink at me, thought Jeanie. Or was that sort of meant for all of us collectively, and he just happened to be looking longer at me for just the blink of an eye, literally. Either way, she could feel her heart hammering away in her chest again because she was looking at this handsome professor and he had looked… at her.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning that week, when she saw him enter the lecture hall, Jeanie noticed her breathing and heartrate were affected, especially when he made eye contact with her.

Chapter 2:

Asking Him for the Reminder

Knock – Knock – Knock.

Professor Williams looked up from his desk at the clock on the wall. It was 6:20 p.m. Except for Professor Williams, the entire building was usually empty at this time, especially on a Friday, especially at the end of the first week of the semester when everybody wanted to get away after finishing the first week of classes. He was curious who was at his office door at this hour.

“Come in!”

The door opened and Eddie did a double take. He swallowed hard and just stared. He couldn’t believe it. She was here… the most beautiful girl he had ever seen… the girl of his dreams… standing in the doorway to his office. Instantly, he could feel his heart pounding and he was worried she could see it beating through his shirt. It was the thunderbolt… again… the fourth time this week.

Eddie tried to calm himself like he did on Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. when he saw her for the first time, and Wednesday morning, and this morning. He reached for his bottle of filtered water and took a sip and then several gulps. He looked at her again and then cleared his throat and drank a little more water. His hands were trembling and he hoped she didn’t notice. He took one more sip of water, cleared his throat again, and finally began to speak.

“Yes. Come in, Miss Goodwin.”

“Wow!” exclaimed the girl. “I’m impressed. Do you know the names of all 300 students after just three class periods?”

I just called her by her name, Eddie thought. How stupid of me to say it before she introduced herself. Of course, he didn’t know the names of all of his students after one week of class. He didn’t know the names of any of them, well, except for Jeanie Goodwin.

And he knew a lot more than her first and last name. He knew her full name was Jeanie Kathryn Goodwin. He knew where she lived on campus. He knew her home address and that her parents were Earl and Katie Goodwin. He knew she was majoring in early childhood education and her grade-point average in high school and through two years of college was 4.0. It was nice having access to school records, but he knew he needed to watch himself so he didn’t say anything more about what he knew of her. He shouldn’t know any of that about her.

“No, I don’t know all the names. In fact, I know very few. Honestly, I only know the name of one student so far this semester.”

He’s talking about me, thought Jeanie. Well, I think he’s talking about me. He said he only knows one name and he knows mine. She could feel her face getting warm and she was sure he could see her blushing.

Eddie noticed the girl was blushing and he could tell she was nervous, but then, so was he. However, he had a better handle on his nerves, with 17 more years of experience.

“Well, then, Miss Goodwin,” he said calmly. “How can I help you?”

“I’m wondering if I could ask a favor… and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to… because,… umm… it’s kind of a big favor… and, I mean… well… it’s a little embarrassing.”

“Oh, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”

“Umm, there is, actually… a little… and, umm… kind of a lot.”

“Well, I’ll just put on my big boy pants and I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it, Miss Goodwin, even if it is a little embarrassing.”

“Okay, Professor Williams, here’s the deal. In high school, I had a 4.0 grade-point average and so far, I have the same through two years of college, and I’d like to keep it that way to maintain my full-tuition academic scholarship.”

“I think all of that depends on you, Miss Goodwin. If you study hard, you’ll get good grades and maintain your scholarship.”

“Exactly, professor… but I need a little motivation and a weekly reminder. Right now I’m starting my junior year and the more difficult 300-level classes so, now, more than ever, I really need it. In high school, my Daddy provided the motivation in the way of a weekly reminder that kept me getting good grades.”

Jeanie paused, now, a little unsure of herself. It had all sounded so good when she rehearsed it this afternoon at her dorm in front of the mirror, but here, now, standing in his office right in front of him, she wasn’t so sure. Just picture him naked, she thought, like she learned in her speech class when looking at the audience… to get over your nervousness. Or was that supposed to be in his underwear. Either way, not helping.

“Go ahead. Miss Goodwin. I think it would be a pleasure to help you.”

Jeanie took in a big breath and blew it out slowly. I think, she thought, it will not only be a pleasure for him, but possibly even more than a pleasure.

“Okay, then, Professor Williams. Here goes. Through all four years of high school, once a week, usually on Friday, my dad would give me a reminder that I needed to study hard and get good grades. And it worked—I got straight A’s all through high school. I want and need that same weekly reminder and motivation for the next two years, but, obviously, my dad isn’t here with me at college. He’s six hours away back home and I was wondering if you could fill in for my dad and give me my weekly reminder.”

“Well, I’m honored that you would choose me, Miss Goodwin. Now, what kind of reminder and motivation did your dad provide?”

Jeanie swallowed hard and then coughed.

“Daddy spanked me.”

“Come again?”

I can’t, thought Jeanie. I just did. Seriously, she thought to herself, with all this thinking about you spanking me, Professor, and picturing you naked or at least in your underwear, I think I did just cum. Fortunately, she did not say that out loud.

“He spanked me.”

“Your father spanked you? That sounds like punishment, not motivation.”

“Well, it was a reminder that that I was to study hard and get good grades. I mean, he didn’t whip me or beat me. Daddy was very kind, yet very serious about it, and it worked very well for me, obviously, based on my grades.”

“Yes, obviously, it worked,” agreed Eddie. “What did he do when he spanked you, Miss Goodwin.” Already, Eddie’s mind was exploring the possibilities and he noticed his winky was waking up. Fortunately, he thought, I’m sitting behind my desk so she can’t see the bulge growing in my pants.

“Well,” began Jeanie, “I would stand in front of him and he would hold my hands in his and then he would tell me how important it was to study hard and to get good grades and he was going to spank me to remind me to do just that and every time I sat down and felt a tingle in my sore bottom, it would be a reminder to study hard and get good grades.”

Jeanie paused because she saw something in his eyes. There was a look of caring and concern, just like her father. But she sensed there was something more. Was it desire? Desire he felt for her!! Like the desire she felt for him!! She needed someone to spank her, as a reminder, but she felt desire and passion for Professor William to spank her.

“Then,” she said, remembering where she was at and what she was doing, “he would take me over his knee and spank me with his bare hand over my dress and panties. After 20 swats, he would lift up my dress or pull down my pants and give me 20 more swats over my panties. Then he would pull my panties down and give me 20 swats on my bare bottom.”

She saw Eddie swallow hard and she hoped he couldn’t tell that her breathing was heavier and her voice somewhat husky.

“If I had a big test coming up or if I felt I needed a little more motivation, he would give me 20 more swats with the hairbrush. And just before finals, he would usually give me 20 more with the wooden paddle.”

There. She said it. She blew out a breath, relaxed her shoulders, and gave a faint smile of relief. She could hardly believe that she had just asked this handsome professor to spank her and she had described in detail exactly how she wanted him to spank her, and now, with her heart pounding, she knew, she really, really wanted him to spank her, not like her dad spanked her. She wanted Professor Williams to spank her with passion because he desired her, too.

Eddie’s mind was reeling. The girl responsible for his thunderbolt, the girl of his dreams, this gorgeous young creature had just asked him to spank her… every Friday night for the rest of the semester… and possibly for the next two years… Pray that she goes for a PhD! He certainly wanted to spank her, but should he?

“What would your father think of this arrangement?”

“Oh, he’s all for it!”

“He’s all for it?!” Eddie blurted incredulously.

“Yep. I even have a signed permission slip from him.”

“Your dad gave you a permission slip for someone to spank you?”

Jeanie reached in her purse and retrieved the letter from her dad. She unfolded it and handed it to Eddie who blinked several times as he read the letter… twice… and looked up at this smokin’ hot brunette who so clearly and eagerly wanted him to spank her.

Well, then, Eddie thought, for the sake of her good grades and her scholarship I really should spank her as a reminder to study hard. And, someday, he thought that spanking her might serve as a form of foreplay, a prelude to sex….

“Well, there it is, Miss Goodwin… in writing. Permission granted for anyone to spank you.”

“Well, not just anyone. Daddy suggested someone older like maybe a professor. He said the boys my age would just think that spanking me was ‘a form of foreplay, and a prelude to sex.’ Those were his exact words.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to think that, now would I?”

“Really?” mused Jeanie. “Why not? When Daddy said it, I thought a spanking would be a very nice form of foreplay and a prelude to sex, well, if you were married, that is. The more I have thought about it since I heard him say it, the more sure I am that my parents use spankings as foreplay and a prelude to sex. Actually, I think Daddy has been spanking Mom for a very long time?”

“Did your mom get straight A’s in college?”

“Hey!” laughed Jeanie, “as a matter of fact, she did and she had a full-tuition academic scholarship just like I have. I never put two and two together until now, but I wonder if Daddy gave her spankings to remind her to get good grades. Oh, wow! I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts he did. I can’t wait to ask Mom about it.”

Eddie smiled at the irony of the situation. He was certain that Earl and Katie Goodwin used spankings as a form of foreplay and a prelude to sex and he was certain that Mr. Goodwin used spankings to remind Katie in her younger years to study hard and get good grades to maintain her scholarship. And he was starting his spankings-for-grades tradition with the next generation. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard Jeanie’s question.

“So, will you do it, Professor Williams? Will you spank me to remind me to study hard and get good grades so I can keep my scholarship?”

Eddie wanted to say, I am so excited and turned on just thinking about and I would be happy to spank you for no reason at all, so, certainly I can spank you to remind you to study hard and get good grades.

“Why don’t you call me Eddie, Miss Goodwin.”

“And you can call me Jeanie. How about off campus and outside of the spankings, I’ll call you Eddie and you call me Jeanie, but on campus and during the spankings I will call you Professor Williams and you can call me Miss Goodwin then… that will keep the spankings on a more professional level.”

“Jeanie, you said ‘off campus’ and ‘outside of spankings.’ What do you mean by that?”

“Well, aren’t we going to see each other off campus and outside of spankings?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“That’s okay. You haven’t been thinking about this as long as I have. And, Professor Williams, you haven’t given me a full and proper answer yet. Will you spank me every week as a reminder?”

Eddie nodded slowly, as if it was a grave and difficult decision, when really. he felt like jumping up and down, and clicking his heels in the air.

“Yes, Jeanie,” he said with solemnity in his voice, but alacrity in his heart and loins, “as a reminder for you to study hard and get good grades so you can keep your scholarship, I will spank you every week.”

Jeanie couldn’t contain her excitement. She leaped out of her chair, scampered around behind his desk, planted a big kiss on his cheek, and gave him the biggest bear hug she could manage.

“Oh, thank you, Professor Williams. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I need you to spank me.” She thought to herself, you have no idea how much I want you to spank me.

Eddie thought to himself, young lady, you have no idea how much I want to spank you.

“So, Professor Williams, can we start tonight? Like, right now? The sooner the better… to help my studies, of course.”

Eddie thought for a moment. Could he spank her in his office? It was now well past seven o’clock so the building was likely empty except for the two of them, but if someone did happen to walk by, the sound of a spanking would easily be heard in the hallway.

“Well, Jeanie, since my office is not very sound proof, and someone could easily hear a spanking through the door, how would you feel if we went to my house for a little privacy?”

“That’s exactly where I’d like you to spank me, Professor Williams!” She paused for a moment. “No, actually,” she giggled, “exactly where I’d like you to spank me is on my bottom.”

“Well,” Eddie chuckled, “your clever joke leads into a joke of my own which may sound like it belongs in the game of Clue. Your spanking, Jeanie, will be given by… Professor Williams… in the living room… with his hand. Oh, and it will be, more specifically, with my hand… on your bottom… in the living room.”

“That sounds perfect,” laughed Jeanie. Then, she added eagerly, “How soon can we go?”

“Immediately,” he said with more eagerness than her wanted to expose. “Everything on my desk will have to wait until Monday. Can I give you a ride in my car?”

“Yes, that would be great.”

Eddie adjusted a few papers on his desk, switched off his computer, and closed the door on their way out of his office. As they walked down the hallway, Jeanie slipped her hand into his hand and looked up at him with a smile.

“Thank you for doing this favor for me, Professor Williams?”

“You are very welcome. And with no one around, Jeanie, I like your hand in mine, but we need to be very careful. Student-professor relationships are frowned upon by the administration.”

“I know, but that will make things even more exciting.”

More exciting? thought Eddie. Is this girl thinking what I’m thinking?

When they were stopped at traffic light, Jeanie looked over. “Do you have a hairbrush at your house, Eddie?”

“You know, I’m fresh out of hairbrushes. I use a comb”

“We’ll need to get you one before next Friday. I’ll see to it. I know the best hairbrushes for spanking a bottom… not necessarily sure how good they would be for the hair.”

Eddie laughed, although Jeanie had said it in all seriousness.

Five minutes later, they arrived at Eddie’s house. It was an older, two-story, brick home with a large porch across the entire front. Eddie pulled into the driveway and parked inside the garage. He came around and opened Jeanie’s door and they made their way into the house.

Chapter 3:

Getting Her First Reminder

“Shall we get right to it?” Eddie asked, as he tried to conceal his excitement.

“Yes, I think we should,” replied Jeanie, as she, too, tried to conceal her excitement.

Eddie grabbed a wooden, hard-back chair from the kitchen table and marched into the living room. Jeanie shadowed eagerly behind like a puppy following its mother. He placed the chair in front of the couch and sat down on it. Then, with his index finger, he motioned for Jeanie to come to him which she dutifully did.

She stood directly in front of him. Eddie reached out and took her two hands in his, then looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. He could feel his heart pounding.

Jeanie looked into Eddie’s hazel eyes. She could feel her heart pounding. And there it is again, she thought… the kindness and caring in Eddie’s eyes… and she also saw… desire—a desire, she thought, that matched hers.

“Jeanie Goodwin,” Eddie said firmly, “you know the importance of your education. As a reminder to study hard and get good grades, I’m going to spank you and every time you sit down and feel a tiny tingle in your tender tushy, it will be a reminder to study hard and get good grades. You know I’m not doing this in anger, but with concern and love.”

She had to stifle her giggle when she heard the phrase “a tiny tingle in your tender tushy.” Then, Jeanie thought to herself, he also used the word ‘love.’ Did he mean it like he loves me or was it just part of the speech about concern for my education? And should I really be picturing him naked right now?

She didn’t have much time to ponder that because suddenly she was over his lap.

“Now, young lady,” Eddie said, as he placed his right hand on her bottom and his left hand on the small of her back, “this spanking is going to hurt you a lot more than it’s going to hurt me. In fact, it’s not going to hurt me at all. From my end, it’s going to be a distinct pleasure to remind you to study hard and get good grades to maintain your scholarship. On your end, and I mean quite literally, on your end, as in, on your bottom, it’s going to hurt.”

Jeanie laughed so hard that her belly and her body bounced up and down on Eddie’s thighs and that started Eddie laughing, too.

“Okay, Professor Williams,” she managed to say through her giggles, “I hadn’t thought about it that way, and I’m sure you’re right, but now you need to be very serious about what you are doing.”

“I am being serious, Miss Goodwin. I was just stating the obvious fact that this will not be like a typical parent-to-child spanking where it emotionally hurts a parent to spank a child who has disobeyed and the parent is disappointed and saddened by the child’s behavior which is compounded by the parent now hurting the child to teach a lesson. The emotional distress and burden on the parent can feel like a greater emotional pain than the pain the parent is inflicting physically on the child, although most children don’t understand their parents’ emotional pain or this line of reasoning.”

“Hmm,” mused Jeanie, “I hadn’t thought about it that way. It never made sense to me that it hurt the parent more than the child.”

“In our situation, Jeanie, I feel no emotional pain for inflicting pain on your bottom because you are not being punished for doing something wrong. You, instead, are a fine young woman with a perfect grade point average… merely seeking a reminder to keep it that way. I am honored to provide the reminder and now, seeing your posterior presented before me, it will be nothing short of a pleasure for me to provide the reminder. And, I might add, I would also find it interesting if our roles were reversed and I were on the receiving end of a reminder coming from you, Miss Goodwin.”

“Oh, wow! That’s my other fantasy about you, Professor William!!” exclaimed Jeanie with a chortle. “Oh, crap. I just said that out loud, didn’t I? What I meant to say was that’s a nice fantasy you have, Eddie. Oh, crap. I mean, Professor Williams.”

“Well, we both know you meant what you said, Miss Goodwin—you just didn’t mean to say it out loud. And I will be applying 10 extra swats on your bare bottom for lying,. You did try to lie your way out of what you said.”

“Oh, that’s so funny! That’s just what Daddy would say… and just what he would do!”

“And 10 more swats for using that inappropriate language.”

“And Daddy would do that, too!”

Jeanie’s mind was spinning with all this new and exciting information. Eddie finds it pleasurable to spank my bottom, she thought to herself, and we both have fantasized about me spanking his bottom. And he won’t allow me to use inappropriate language or to lie. And because I did both, he’s going to use his bare hand on my bare bottom 10 or 20 extra times.

-Smack-

Jeanie’s thoughts were interrupted by Eddie’s first swat. It landed with a thud through her skirt and panties. It didn’t hurt much with all the padding, and it felt good… like a swat should, and it felt especially good because it was coming from Eddie’s hand.

-Smack-

The second one fell on her other cheek and it felt even better than the first one. She could hardly wait for his bare hand to touch her bare bottom, and the anticipation of that made everything feel even better.

-Smack-

The third strike, back on the first cheek, was a little harder.

-Smack-

The fourth one was harder on the other cheek.

-Smack-

Jeanie could feel the increase in the intensity and in the tempo. She could feel herself breathing faster as the pace of his smacks on her bottom increased.

She had originally thought she would count the strokes, but she was so lost in her thoughts and the feelings in her heart and the sensations on her bottom that she didn’t care about the count. She just wanted to enjoy them.

Eddie paused.

“That’s 20 swats, young lady. With this being my first time, I might need a little guidance so I don’t underdo or overdo my assignment. I will keep increasing the intensity until you say ‘yellow light’ and that will indicate to me that I’m providing an impact level that is appropriately reminding you to study hard and get good grades. If at any time, it is too much, then yell, ‘red light’ and I will back off to the yellow-light intensity. I want this to be an effective reminder, but not a punishment. And if at any time, it is altogether too much, just yell ‘Stop’ and I will stop immediately. Does that make sense, Jeanie?”

“It makes perfect sense, Professor Williams. And if you’re not intense enough, I’ll say ‘green light’ so you know to increase the intensity until I say yellow light.”

“That makes perfect sense, too.”

Then, without warning, Eddie lifted her skirt and tucked it into her waistband to keep it securely out of the way.

Both their hearts fluttered with anticipation and excitement.

-Smack-

Ouch. That one stung more than any of the previous 20, but the warmth in her bottom absorbed the pain so it still felt, oh, so good. The swats continued coming and they continued to get more intense. Yes, they hurt, but they were pleasurable at the same time. Twice she said, “green light” and he immediately amped it up for her. And so the spanking continued and they both felt the heat of the moment.

Eddie paused the spanking.

“That’s another 20, or there abouts,” confessed Eddie. “I sort of lost track a little.”

Suddenly, Jeanie felt Eddie tugging on her panties and she instinctively raised her hips and legs so he could slip them down to her knees.

“That’s just where Daddy leaves them… at my knees.”

Jeanie loved her father and she loved the fact that this man was revealing himself to be much like her kind and loving person who had spanked her for so many years. But there was no question in either of their minds that something more was going on between them.

Then, Jeanie realized that Eddie was still pausing and this pause was much longer than any previous pause. It was so long that Jeanie began to worry. What if he’s changed his mind about spanking me? Is he going to back out of our deal?

“Is everything okay, Professor Williams?” asked Jeanie, trying to hide the concern in her voice. “You’re not going to back out of our deal, are you?”

“Oh, no, Miss Goodwin, never. I’m not backing out. There’s nothing wrong. Everything is perfectly fine.”

Perfectly fine, indeed, thought Eddie. Your bottom is absolutely, positively, perfectly fine. At the moment, Eddie could not think of a more beautiful sight than these two perfectly-shaped globes in front of him. They were a perfect pair—perfectly smooth, glowing like a sunset with a pink hue that was about to become red. He couldn’t help staring at them.

“Is there something wrong with my bottom, Professor Williams?” she asked looking back.

“Oh, no, Miss Goodwin,” Eddie said, trying to stifle a chuckle. “Quite the contrary. Nothing to worry about. Your bottom is just fine. In fact, your bottom is more than fine.” Eddie wanted to say that her bottom was the most beautiful and sexy thing he had ever seen. Of course, it was the only bare bottom he had ever seen like this, but no matter. It was beautiful and sexy nonetheless… and it was having quite on an effect upon him.. and upon his waking winky .

He said that my bottom is more than fine, thought Jeanie. He must like it and he must be staring at it. That’s the reason for pause! Well, then he can look all he likes. And she wiggled her tush to please and tease him a little.

“Wow, what was that for?”

“Just for fun. I felt a need to wiggle my bottom…” Jeanie paused and decided to go for it. “Honestly, Professor Williams, I did to please you and to tease you… just a little.”

“Well, Miss Goodwin. It worked. You both pleased me and teased me.”

Eddie placed his two hands on her two no-longer jiggling cheeks and gently kneaded them.

“They feel very warm, Miss Goodwin, and they have a very nice, pink hue, soon to be red.”

“Actually, what you’re doing feels very nice, too. I’ll give you 30 minutes to stop doing that.”

Eddie stifled another chuckle and continued massaging and admiring her bottom for another two minutes.

“Professor Williams, I was just kidding about the 30 minutes. You probably should get on with…

-Smack!-

“Ouch!!”

“I’m sorry. Was that too hard?”

“Nope. Just caught me by surprise.”

“Okay, then.”

-Smack!- on the other cheek.

The sting from his bare hand on her bare bottom was exhilarating! The first 40 swats through the clothing were the warmup for the bare-bottom spanking. Those smacks got the blood flowing to her bottom so it could handle the bare-bottom spanking. The sting from this last smack was truly intense, but because of the warm up, it hurt better than all the rest so far.

-Smack!- -Smack!-

Jeanie savored each smack individually and, collectively, she felt the accumulating effect of the smacks. And additionally, she felt something more, something outside of the spanking itself, something she had never felt in any spanking with her father. With Professor Williams, she felt an animalistic urge, a lust for something more – a lust for him. She could not only feel the heat building in her bottom, but she also felt it swelling in her hips and loins, and even throughout her body. She could feel the heat.

-Smack!- -Smack!-

Jeanie understood why this spanking was different from those she received from her father. With Daddy, it was all business, solely so Daddy’s little girl would study hard and get good grades. With Professor Williams, she felt desire and passion, and hardly remembered anything about her studies or grades.

-Smack!- -Smack!-

Jeanie considered why she was having these additional feelings during this spanking? Then she knew…

-Smack!- -Smack!-

With Professor Williams, she had felt her very own thunderbolt on that first day of class. She didn’t just want Professor Williams to spank her. She wanted him. She wanted allof him. She wanted him like she had never wanted any boy she had ever met or dated.

But then the sad reality came back to her, and she thought, some woman gave him his thunderbolt and he feels about that girl the way I feel about him. But I don’t care, she thought, I’m here with him right now and she isn’t, so I’m going to enjoy myself to the fullest. So there!

-Smack!- -Smack!-

Jeanie had a new concern -- she was wet. She was very wet!. Previously, her panties had absorbed most, if not all, of her “excitement” but now there was nothing but Eddie’s pants to absorb it. And she could tell she was dripping wet! She would be so embarrassed if Professor Williams realized how turned on she was getting by his spanking when this was only supposed to be a reminder to study hard and get good grades so she could maintain her scholarship.

-Smack!- -Smack!-

But wait. Eddie adjusted himself in the chair. Jeanie thought she had felt a little something pressing up against her tummy. It had to be his stiffy. Did he make that adjustment to conceal how much he was turned on? That thought vanquished Jeanie’s concerns about leaving a stain on his pants. If we are mutually turned on, Jeanie thought to herself, I’m fine with leaving a mark on his pants!.

-Smack!!- -Smack!!-

“Ouch!”

Lost in her thoughts, once again, Jeanie had forgotten about the spanking, and Eddie was increasing the intensity of the swats.

-Smack!!- -Smack!!-

Jeanie’s bottom began to wiggle as these swats were beginning to really hurt… as they should, Jeanie and Eddie both thought. But they hurt oh, so good, Jeanie thought.

And Jeanie was even more aware of how turned on she was and how much it must be showing on his pants. Now, the stain on his pants was a badge of honor on her way up the hill to the crescendo. She wanted to get there… and soon. She was almost there. She just needed more swats and harder swats and a little more grinding on his thigh.

-Smack!!!- -Smack!!!-

“That’s 20 smacks, young lady. Now you need 10 extra swats for your inappropriate language.”

“Green light!!” squawked Jeanie. “Green light!!! Damn it!!! Green light!!!! And make it 20 extra for that ‘damn it’ just now.”

“Is that 20 extra on top of the 10 extra or just 20 extra all together?”

“Just go, Professor, go!!! Green light!!! Green light!!! No need to count. And don’t stop until I say ‘Stop!’!!”

“Yes, ma’am!!”

-Smack!!!!-

-Mmm!!-

-Smack!!!!-

“Green light!!”

Jeanie could feel the warmth on her bottom and the heat in her loins. And she was approaching the boiling point.

-Smack!!!!!-

-Moan!!!-

-Smack!!!!!-

“Green light!!”

-Smack!!!!!!-

“Mmmm. Green light!!! Harder, Eddie!!!!”

The smacking and the groaning continued for a few more smacks and then Jeanie’s hips began gyrating and then her groin began grinding on Eddie’s right thigh.

-SMACK!!- - SMACK!- - SMACK!-

-SMACK!!- - SMACK!!- - SMACK!!-

-SMACK!!!- - SMACK!!!- - SMACK!!!-

-SMACK!!!!- - SMACK!!!!- - SMACK!!!!-

-SMACK!!!!!- - SMACK!!!!!- - SMACK!!!!!-

-SMACK!!!!!!- - SMACK!!!!!!- - SMACK!!!!!!-

Jeanie’s hips began bucking like a bronco and she moaned long and hard as Eddie continued whacking her bottom. She felt the heat spreading from her bottom to her front and throughout her torso. She continued grinding on his thigh and could feel herself going over the edge. Suddenly, Jeanie’s body went rigid, tight with the waves of orgasm sweeping over her from her head to her toes… and the waves continued. It was the most spectacular orgasm of her life. She could feel it from her head to her tingling toes. And then… her body went limp.

“Stop!!”

Eddie immediately stopped the spanking and simply placed his two hands on Jeanie’s two very red, very hot cheeks and just held them there in silence. He could feel the heat from her pelvic region on his thighs. He could feel the heat in his woody. He couldn’t believe that he had just spanked this girl to a spectacular orgasm, possibly the most spectacular orgasm of her life.

“Ohhhh, Professor,” she moaned, “that was the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I’m so glad that never happened with Daddy! But then, I never felt with Daddy what I feel with you. With you, Professor Williams, it’s so different… And it was so amazing!! And I’m so glad it happened with you.”

“Let me just ask something. Miss Goodwin. With what just happened… will this still serve as a reminder to study hard and get good grades so you can maintain your scholarship?”

“Oh, yes, Professor Williams, will it ever, even more than the spankings with Daddy. My bottom will be plenty sore to remind me whenever I sit. That spanking was much longer and much harder than any of Daddy’s spankings, but I needed it longer and harder to reach that mind-blowing orgasm. I will definitely feel the tingle in my tush when I sit and it will remind me to study hard, but I’ll also feel a tremendous tickle from my toenails to my tonsils that will be a reminder to study hard so I can have another mind-blowing orgasm next Friday. Thank you so much, Eddie. I mean Professor Williams.”

“It was my pleasure, Miss Goodwin, truly my pleasure.”

Jeanie’s Unorthodox Weekly Reminder

Chapter 4:

Reversing Their Roles

The following Wednesday evening, Jeanie and Eddie went out to dinner and then to Eddie’s house where they streamed a romantic comedy, Rip in Time. On Friday evening Professor Williams gave Miss Goodwin her reminder spanking with much the same results as the first reminder.

On Saturday morning, Eddie picked up Jeanie at 7:00 a.m. and drove two hours to Eddie’s favorite fishing lake. In the next four hours, they caught several nice rainbow trout and then headed home to fry them up for dinner.

On their third Friday evening together, after Jeanie’s third reminder spanking and her third mind-blowing, tow-curling, full-body orgasm, Jeanie seemed a little antsy.

“What’s up, Jeanie? You seem a little antsy.”

“Well, Eddie, on our first Friday evening, you mentioned something that I have been too afraid to bring up, but I’m feeling brave tonight.”

“Sure. Go ahead. I’m all ears. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, that first night, you said you wanted me to bend you over my little ol’ knees and whack your cute little behind for all I’m worth.”

“Did I really say that?”

“Well, maybe not in those exact words. Perhaps you said something more like reversing our roles. Please tell me you’re still interested in that little fantasy of yours because I’d like to carry out that same little fantasy of mine… tonight.”

“Honestly, Jeanie, I’ve been a little hesitant to bring that up. And now I’m the bashful one who feels a little embarrassed, kind[url=#_msocom_1][BR1][/url] of like you were when you were in my office asking me to spank you.”

“What could you possibly be embarrassed about, Eddie? You’ve already spanked my bare bottom three times and you have pretty much seen everything there is to see about me down there. Are you embarrassed that I’ll see you down there.”

“That’s part of it. There’s a lot more of me to see, something bigger, especially if I get, shall I say, feeling frisky, which I will confess, spanking you makes me feel very frisky, as does the thought of being spanked by you. It’s literally and figuratively a bigger deal.”

“Oh, that. I already felt some of your friskiness getting bigger and pressing up against my tummy when you spanked me and you certainly must have noticed a little of my friskiness leaving a little mark on your pants… actually, a rather large mark on your pants. While my plumbing is mostly interior and yours is mostly exterior, I believe my display of friskiness on your pants is just as obvious and just as big as your friskiness has been in your pants. And I don’t think it’s too much for me to see your friskiness on full display outside of your pants.”

“Okay, but there are two more things and then we can get on with it.”

“Alright. If the only thing standing between me and seeing your stiffy and tanning your tushy are two things you need to explain, then I will listen attentively.” And with a smile, she asked, “But can you be quick about it?”

“Okay, Jeanie, no girl has ever seen my private parts before.”

“Well, no boy has ever seen my private parts either,” Jeanie countered.

“So we are even there.”

“Not quite, Eddie. Prior to my first reminder spanking, we were even, but then you saw my bits and have seen them two more times. I got over my embarrassment. You’ve gotta get over yours.”

“Touché, Jeanie, touché. Now there is just one last thing. This is something we are not even on … Jeanie, you’ve been spanked many times, but I’ve never been spanked”

“You’re kidding. Not once? Not even as a kid?”

“Not once. Not even as a kid.”

“Then I better not blister your backside too badly tonight. I’ll go easy on you with something a little less intense, but intense enough to hurt in a good way.”

“I really have nothing to be embarrassed about, do I, Jeanie? Certainly not with you. With me being 17 years older than you, you might think I would be very experienced with all kinds of sexual matters, but I’m not. I’ve never been with anyone before, Jeanie. Sure, I’ve kissed a few girls and maybe I even made out with one or two, but that’s the extent of it. It may sound very old fashioned, but I’m a virgin and I’m saving myself for the girl I marry.”

“Well, we are even there, too, Professor. I’m a virgin and I’m saving myself for the guy I marry. And, wow, would my Daddy ever like you. That’s exactly how he feels things should be and that’s exactly how I was raised. Save the real sexual experiences for when you’re married and only with the one you’re married to. That makes it extra special. What we are doing here with the spankings is not sexual—it’s purely for my studying and my grades and my scholarship… okay, plus 20 percent for fun and games and a little sexuality, but not going all the way. So, have you said everything you needed to say so we can now reverse the roles?”

“I’m definitely up for that now, Jeanie.”

“Yes, I’ve felt you get up for that, Eddie,” laughed Jeanie, “right up against my belly… during my spankings.”

With that, Jeanie grabbed his arm and tried to lift him off the chair. He smiled at her effort and let her help him up. Then she sat herself squarely on the seat of the chair. She looked up at Eddie and pointed emphatically at her very bare and milky-white thighs.

“Don’t you want to put your skirt back on first?”

“No need. I’ve got nothing to hide down there anymore. Not with you anyway. We might need to wipe off the chair after my friskiness starts to drip, but otherwise I think we’re good to go… unless you want me to put my skirt back on.”

“Oh, no. Not me. I just thought… never mind what I thought.”

Again, Jeanie, pointed at her bare thighs and gave a nod of her head. Eddie bent down and carefully placed himself across her lap, awkwardly, with his hands on the floor on one side of her and his knees almost touching the floor on the other side and nearly the full weight of his body practically crushing her thighs on the chair.”

“This might put a damper on my friskiness, Eddie. I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you get up for a second.”

Eddie got to his feet and Jeanie stood up. She moved the chair aside and then plunked herself down, well up and onto the bed.

“Okay, big fella, sorry, Professor Williams, just plop yourself down right here,” she said, “and we will let your bed support more of your weight. That way, I can concentrate on battering your bottom on my lap instead of balancing your body on my lap.”

In a moment, Eddie was in position and Jeanie immediately commenced his spanking, alternating cheeks.

-WHAP!- -WHAP!-

-WHAP!- -WHAP!-

“Next time, Eddie, you’ve got to wear sports pants or something thinner. These thick jeans with back pockets provide you too much protection. It’s totally unfair. Daddy would never allow it.”

-whap- -whap-

-whap- -whap-

-whap- -whap-

-whap- -whap-

-whap- -whap-

“You’ve lightened up, Jeanie. You’re not hitting as hard. Don’t you want to spank me?”

“Your jeans are too thick for me to have much of an impact so I don’t want to waste my energy and my hand on your jeans. I’ll save it for when your pants come down. But I’ve got to give you the 20 smacks to complete this phase of the spanking. That’s what you did for me. Fair is fair, after all.”

Jeanie applied several more light smacks and announced they had reached the 20-smack mark.

“Now, Professor, you are going to have to get up to remove your trousers. I can’t undo those jeans with you on my lap.”

Eddie got up and took his pants down… and completely off.

Jeanie stared at the massive bulge in his boxers.

“I can’t wait to see your friskiness on full display. But I’ve been waiting 20 years to see it, so I guess I can wait 20 more smacks.”

Jeanie again pointed to her lap and Eddie climbed back into position.

“Ahh, much better than the jeans.”

She gave Eddie’s bottom a pinch through his boxers.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Just for fun… for me, anyway. Your buns are just too irresistible. And now we get down to business.”

And she did.

Jeanie smacked away at his bottom At a really rapid rate.

“And that’s 20!” she announced less than 20 seconds later.

“Wow, that was really fast.”

“Well, I’m kind of in a hurry to get to your bare-bottom spanking because on the way I get to see the rest of you. Time to lose the boxers. Even though we could probably get the boxers off with you on my lap, I’m going to insist you stand up to remove them.”

“I think you just want to see my friskiness on full display.”

“That is exactly why you need to stand up. Yes, I want the full view.”

So Eddie stood and Jeanie looked directly at the bulge in his boxers. Eddie stretched the waistband over the bulge and in an instant his stiffy flipped out bounced up and down like a diving board after a diver has soared into the air.

Jeanie stared at it and so did Eddie. Then, in a single movement, Eddie bent over and slid his shorts to the floor. He stood back up, stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. His stiffy again bobbed up and down, then stopped, pointing directly at Jeanie.

“Oh, my,” giggled Jeanie. “He’s looking right at me, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” chuckled Eddie. “I believe he is. I think he likes you… a lot.”

“Well, I like him, too.”

Jeanie reached out and touched the tip of his willy with her index finger and then she rubbed her thumb and finger together.

“Your friend here is leaking something,” she giggled, “and it appears to be very slippery stuff.” She played with the natural lubricant a bit more and then said, “I have a feeling that this little friend of yours and I will get better acquainted over time, but for now, I need you back on my lap. And I think your stiffy will fit nicely between my thighs.”

Eddie climbed back over Jeanie’s lap and sandwiched his willy nicely between her satiny legs.

Jeanie paused to gaze at this masculine bottom before her. She looked carefully at the crack going from top to bottom, splitting his bum into two equal halves.

“I can see now why you paused, Professor, when my panties came down. It is quite a sight to behold, especially for the first time.”

“Yes, Miss Goodwin, and that’s precisely why I paused.”

Jeanie continued to stare and then curiosity got the best of her. She placed her hands on his two cheeks and pulled them apart so she could have a look at his bum hole. Instinctively, Eddie clenched a little causing the orifice to tighten slightly which triggered a giggle in the girl.

“What’s so funny?” asked Eddie.

“It winked at me.”

And that triggered a giggle in Eddie.

Jeanie couldn’t stop herself now. She’d gone this far without resistance—how far could she go, she wondered. She put her hand between his knees and moved it back and forth until he separated his knees so she had better access. Then, with her index finger, she reached down and gently stroked the back side of his sack and ever so gently felt one of the little spheres it contained… and then slowly, very slowly, she drew the tip of her finger upward… across the peritoneum which caused him to quiver… lingered on his bottom hole, circling it several times which produced more quivers… then continued the journey the rest of the way up the great divide and all the way to the top…. And Eddie shivered with delight.

“That felt really nice I’ll give you 30 minutes to stop doing it.”

With that encouragement, Jeanie reached down with her finger and retraced the same path with nearly the same responses. She was contemplating completing a third trip up the great divide when he shivered again… indicating to her that she really should do it again, which she did, and she was rewarded with several moans.

The third time’s a charm, Jeanie thought to herself, and the third time is enough she decided. She really wanted to get to his bare-bottom spanking.

Jeanie cleared her throat.

“Now, Professor Williams, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it’s going to hurt me. In fact, it’s not going to hurt me at all. On the contrary, from my end, it’s going to be a distinct pleasure to spank your end, as in your bottom. And I can tell you from my experience over the last four Fridays that while a bare-bottom spanking is painful, it can at the very same time be a very pleasurable experience, especially when given by a nonrelative.”

Jeanie took a minute to grab and massage Eddie’s buns.

“Mmmm, that feels very nice, Miss Goodwin. I’ll give you 45 minutes to stop that.”

“Oh, no can do, Professor Williams. I just wanted a brief moment to feel your beautiful buns. I really want to spank your bum… and like I said, this is going to hurt, but it will be a good kind of hurt.”

Jeanie began spanking Eddie, methodically alternating from one cheek to the other, about one smack every two seconds. While she spanked with her right hand, her left hand held and sometimes gently rubbed the small of Eddie’s back.

The blows stung, mostly just the surface, not all that deep. However, as the swats continued, the stinginess increased. Eddie became aware of the warmth in his bottom and the tingling in his willy that felt very happy held snuggly in the grasp of Jeanie’s silky-smooth thighs.

Involuntarily, Eddie’s hips, as if they had a mind of their own, began rising up to meet Jeanie’s hand each time that it struck a cheek. Then, his hips went down and drove his weeping woody into the warm crevasse between her thighs, and the weeping from his woody provided lubrication that enhanced the feeling of the slipping and sliding.

Jeanie wasn’t counting the 20 required strokes for a bare-bottom spanking, and neither was Eddie. Based on her experience, she decided was going to keep the smacks coming until he was cumming.

Eddie felt the burn on his bottom from the smacks, but also felt the deeper pelvic warmth as the blood flowed to the region. And he felt the erotic aspect of having his body draped across the lap of a beautiful woman with his winky tucked neatly between her thighs. He found it to be unbelievably sexy, beyond his wildest imagination and fantasy.

And just as Jeanie had explained, he felt the pain, but it was a good kind of pain. And while it still didn’t make sense in his head, it sure was working where the action was taking place.

Jeanie’s smaller, softer hand did not quite create the same severity of impact on his sturdier bottom as his larger, tougher hand had inflicted on Jeanie’s tenderer, albeit, more experienced, bottom. However, for what she lacked in quality of high impact, she made up for in quantity, giving him upwards of 80 strokes on his bare bum.

The sting in bottom was warm and exhilarating, and the feeling in his willy was likewise warm and exhilarating, actually quite beyond description. As the spanking continued, Eddie could feel the pressure rising and he knew soon he was going to explode.

Jeanie could feel the sense of urgency in Eddie’s hip movement and she increased the pace of her smacks on his bum. A moment later, Jeanie felt Eddie’s body stiffen and then she felt his winky pulsing between her thighs. Instinctively, she slapped his behind in time with each pulse. This went on for what seemed like quite some time to Jeanie and then his body became still and limp. She rested her hands on his warm, red cheeks and waited in silence… It was at least two minutes before he spoke.

“Oh, Jeanie. I think you just earned an automatic ‘A’ in your “Learn How-to-Spank” class. For giving your first spanking, you passed with flying colors. That was amazingly, incredibly, extraordinarily awesomely, unbelievably sexy, beyond my wildest imagination and fantasy. Thank you for the best orgasm of my life.”

“What did I tell you about spankings, Professor Williams? Now you know how they hurt, but they hurt in a good way.”

“Oh, who would have thought that a spanking could be so erotic and hurt so good.”

“Well, with all the spankings I’ve had in my life, I only became aware of the erotic side of spankings in the last three weeks with you.”

“I guess we sort of discovered this together, didn’t we, Jeanie?

“I guess we did, Eddie. And I hope we will discover many more things together.”

Chapter 5:

Getting Squeaky Clean

And the next Friday evening, Jeanie had her fourth reminder to study hard and get good grades so she could maintain her scholarship, and then Jeanie and Eddie reversed their roles for the second time.

Since it was Eddie’s second spanking, Jeanie insisted that he was ready for the hairbrush, and it was fair and would make them even since Jeanie’s small hands and weaker arms could not provide the same intensity on Eddie’s bottom that Eddie could provide on Jeanie’s bottom with his larger hands and stronger arms.

Eddie agreed and so Jeanie gave Eddie the traditional 20 smacks over Eddie’s sports pants using the hairbrush, then 20 smacks over his boxers using the hairbrush, then 20 smacks on his bare bottom using her bare hand because it’s just ever so nice to use a bare hand on a bare bottom for the touch factor. Finally, Jeanie gave Eddie 20 to 80 smacks, closer to 80, on his bare-bottom using the hairbrush.

And, again, with his winky wedged warmly within her thighs with Jeanie pounding his posterior, now with a hairbrush, Eddie shuddered and shook with another glorious orgasm.

Afterwards, Eddie admitted that the hairbrush certainly packed a punch—a lot more than Jeanie’s bare hand, but it was a good kind of a hurt, as he had expected it to be.

“Professor Williams,” Jeanie announced, “I think I’ve worked up a sweat so I am going to take a shower.” As she walked away from Eddie towards his bathroom, she sashayed her buns and called back over her shoulder, “Would you care to join me, Professor Williams?”

Eddie did not have to be asked twice and he scurried right behind Jeanie like a puppy following its mother.

With a sponge mitt on her left hand and bar of soap in the other, Jeanie took great care to lather every nook and cranny that she could find on Eddie’s body… soaping up several of her favorites twice.

Jeanie lifted his winky and gently lathered the underside and then she lathered the top side, all the while watching the thing grow in size right before her wide-open eyes.

Curious, she patted the thing on its head and watched it spring up and down and around like a jack-in-the-box just popping up out of its box. She tapped it on the side and watched it bounce back and forth.

She had him turn around and bend forward with his hands on his knees so she could carefully clean his bottom… which she did from top to bottom… three times… and then a fourth for good measure. She even took her soapy finger and wiggled it up inside his bottom. She rooted around for a moment, pumped it several times.

“Just being thorough, Eddie, making sure that you are clean as a whistle inside and out.”

Jeanie grabbed the handheld shower sprayer and rinsed Eddie from head to toe.

Pleased with her work, she put the sprayer back up and handed the soap and the sponge mitt to Eddie.

Eddie soaped up Jeanie from head to toe, paying particular attention to her pert and perky breasts. He circled them with the soapy sponge mitt and then did the same with his bare hand. Then he tapped each nipple with his finger and Jeanie and Eddie were both surprised and pleased to see the nipples stiffen and stand erect.

Not wanting to push things too far too soon, he barely touched her frontside with bit of soap and then rinsed her off.

“Oh, go ahead. You can do better than that. Use your hands while I hold the mitt.”

And so with soapy hands he rubbed and caressed her front side, being careful not to get soap up inside her hoo-haw.

Like Jeanie had required of him, Eddie had Jeanie bend forward so he could thoroughly minister to her bottom. With soapy hands, he rubbed and caressed her already silky, smooth buns. Then he gently went up and down in the valley between the cheeks. Jeanie twerked her hips and bottom to put on a little show for Eddie and this in turn brought his winky to full attention.

Satisfied with his work and his pleasure, he grabbed the handheld sprayer and rinsed her off from head to toe.

When she saw the still stiff state of his staff, Jeanie immediately slowed the shower to a drizzle so the water would not interfere with what she was about to do. She squeezed several dollops of body wash on her hands and smothered his stiffy with her makeshift lubrication. She slid both hands up and down his shaft, from the base to the head and back down again and repeated this for several minutes until Eddie’s breathing became heavy.

Jeanie could tell he was getting close. Then, to really blast him over the edge, she used only her right hand massage his willy so her left hand could go around to his backside. She wiggled her lubricated middle finger up and through his rosebud all the way to the hilt. She had recently read online about the prostate gland and eagerly pressed her finger on walnut-sized lump in his bum.

Bingo! The combination of her right hand sliding up and down his shaft and her finger pressing on his prostate took Eddie right over the top. His hips convulsed and his penis pulsed and Jeanie watched in awe as rope after rope of a white substance shot through the air onto the shower wall. At the same time that she felt his pole pulsing in her right hand, she also felt his rosebud rhythmically pulsing around the finger she had securely planted in his bottom. And in that moment, she learned more about the mechanics of the male ejaculatory process than in all her recent research on the internet.

As Eddie let out a moan of completion and satisfaction, Jeanie slowed and then stopped her hand and finger movements. She held his willy still in her hand as she slowly slipped her finger out of his bum hole.

“Wow!” exclaimed Jeanie. “That was absolutely amazing! I mean it was incredible! I tried to imagine some of this based on my online research, but experiencing it first hand, quite literally, with both hands, was so much fun and so enlightening. I had no idea I would feel your orgasm actually pulsing in my hand and on my finger. Wow!” Then she paused and looked up at Eddie. “I’m sorry. I’m just yammering on. How was it for you, Eddie?”

“Oh, Jeanie. You can yammer on all you want. I like hearing about it from your perspective. And from my perspective, it was everything you said: Absolutely amazing! Incredible! And so enlightening to hear what you felt and observed. And how good was it? It was right up there with the best ever orgasm between your thighs with you thrashing my bottom. It was truly phenomenal. Thank you for making that happen.”

“Well, with my lack of experience,” explained Jeanie, “I did a little research on the internet to find out how to bring you to a mind-blowing orgasm by putting a little pressure on your prostate gland.”

“Well, Jeanie, I’d say your research paid off bigtime. I think we make a pretty good team.”

Eddie then turned the shower spray on again and rinsed the body wash off of both of them.

They stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other off, making sure they dried every nook and cranny that they had so carefully cleaned in the shower.

“Now that we are squeaky clean on the outside,” offered Jeanie, “how would you like to be really, completely squeaky clean on the inside?”

Eddie’s face was twisted in confusion.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Jeanie.”

“Have you ever had an enema, Eddie?”

“An enema? You mean like squirting water up your behind? No, never. Why have you?”

“Of course. Lots of ‘em. I’ve been getting a steady dose of enemas from my mom since I was a tot—twice a week, typically on Wednesdays and Saturdays for as long as I can remember. I’m only sorry that we haven’t been giving each other enemas every Wednesday and Saturday, in addition to the Friday evening spankings.”

“I suppose you have a permission slip from your mom for someone to give you an enema every Wednesday and Saturday.”

“I do, as a matter of fact.”

“Well, as much as I would love to give you an enema, I don’t know the first thing about how to do it.”

“So, first, I need to teach you how.”

“What? Do you have it in a PowerPoint presentation?”

Jeanie rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” Eddie laughed, “so it’s not a PowerPoint presentation. What then?”

“I’ll demonstrate how to give an enema… on you.”

“On me?” asked Eddie incredulously.

“Yes, and you’ll see how to do it and then you’ll do it to me and we can do them to each other on Wednesdays and Saturdays.”

“You know what? I’m intrigued and curious. I’ve never had an enema and I’ve always thought they always sounded gross, but hey, I had never had a spanking and never imagined they would be such a turn on so yes, you can teach me how to give an enema with me as your demo unit. Have you ever given an enema to someone?”

“Not to anyone else, but I’ve learned from my mom because she’s given me over a thousand enemas and I’ve given myself a quite a few so I consider myself to be kind of an expert on giving enemas.”

“Well, then, Jeanie, when should we start?”

“How about we stick with Mom’s schedule? We could start tomorrow on Saturday evening using my enema equipment and if you go online tonight, you can order some enema equipment that should arrive before Wednesday.”

And within one hour, Eddie dropped Jeanie at her dorm, returned to his home, and placed an online order for enema equipment.

Chapter 6:

Getting His Insides Squeaky Clean

When Eddie picked up Jeanie at her dorm the next evening, she was carrying a very full, nondescript, plastic grocery bag.

“I really should get something better for carrying my enema stuff,” Jeanie mentioned when she got in the car, “but then again, by Wednesday, you will have your own brand-new gear at your place so I won’t need to bring this over. Of course, we’ll need my extra set if we want to do simultaneous enemas.”

“Simultaneous enemas?”

“Yeah, we do each other together. I think it would be very cool. How about we order a second set of enema gear for your place and I’ll just leave this old stuff at my dorm.”

“I don’t think we should do that, Jeanie.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, a little embarrassed now that she had suggested it. “Why not?”

“Because I already ordered two sets last night and they should get here by Monday.”

“You got me there, Eddie. You thought of it even before I did. I’m glad we’re thinking alike on this.”

When Jeanie and Eddie arrived at his house, they hustled inside and into the bathroom.

“Okay, Eddie, first things first. You need to be completely naked to receive an enema, or at least it helps.”

“And what about you?”

“Oh, the giver doesn’t need to be naked, but personally, I want to be naked, too. I think it would be nicer that way.”

“I agree. And I’m ready for you to teach me, Professor Goodwin.”

With a giggle, Jeanie removed her blouse. Eddie followed her lead and removed his shirt. They both kicked off their shoes. Jeanie undid her pants and slid them to the floor and Eddie did the same with his pants. Off came their socks and they stood there, staring at each other nearly naked. Then, as if a gun had sounded to start a contest, they raced to remove their underclothing.

Then Jeanie got down to business. She showed Eddie how to clamp the tube first and then filled the bag with tap water at 104 degrees F (40 C).

“Be sure to always clamp the tube first so the water doesn’t run out onto the floor. Been there, done that. Puts a damper on the enema when you have to first soak up all the water on the floor and then refill the bag. Now, the bag needs to be about 3 feet (1 meter) above you if you are on the floor. You can make it a little higher if you want it to fill up faster or a lower if you want it slower. Since you don’t have a hook and plastic chain yet, I’ll just set it on the counter. Now, Eddie, you need to lie down on the floor on your left side.”

Eddie got on the floor and Jeanie adjusted his right leg up towards his chest.

“This is the Sims position and it’s a good way to start an enema.”

Jeanie got behind Eddie and pried his cheeks apart. With a lubricated finger, she touched his bum hole and Eddie flinched.

“Hang in there, Eddie. Just relax. I’m going to apply a little lubricant and loosen you up so it’s easier to insert the nozzle.”

Jeanie circled the orifice several times and then placed the tip of her finger in the center of his rosebud and applied pressure until her finger slipped inside. She wiggled and twisted her finger, and then pulled it almost out and then plunged back in, and she repeated this several times.

The feeling in his bum was electrifying and his willy felt it as well and immediately stood at attention.

Jeanine continued to feel around inside, feeling again the prostate she had found during the shower.

Jeanie’s recent invasion of his bottom with her finger was the first time anything had entered his rectum from the outside. The feeling of penetration through his rosebud was indescribable. It was soothing, satisfying, stimulating, sensual, and sexual all rolled into one. He could feel her rooting around inside and then she found his prostate. She stroked it lightly and he could feel his woody twitching with delight. I could really get used to this, Eddie thought. This could go on for an hour, as far as I’m concerned.

Then, sadly, her finger slipped out, a full 56 minutes prior to the hour he had hoped for, but then he felt the nozzle slip in. It felt different from her finger, not as soft and flexible, but just as stimulating as she twirled it while she slid it out and back in several times. He couldn’t believe the effect it was having on him. His could feel his heart pounding and he noticed his breathing rate had increased.

Eddie heard a ‘click’ and felt a rush of cool water flowing into his rectum that quickly became a soothing, satisfying warmth as the hot water from the bag replaced the water that had cooled off while it sat idly in the tube. He felt the warmth spreading inside him and the intensity of the sensations completely surprised him.. It was unlike anything he could have imagined or, apparently, anything his woody could have imagined because his woody was sticking straight out and oozing its enthusiasm.

Jeanie decided to slow the flow to prolong the enema so she could have some time to work on his woody. She lifted Eddie’s right knee and indicated for him to roll onto his back. She put some lubricant on her right hand and then wrapped her fingers around Eddie’s stiffy. As she moved her fist up and down his shaft, she used her left hand to twirl the nozzle and slide it back and forth in his bottom.

In spite of her lack of experience, Jeanie manipulated his woody like a seasoned professional and she worked the nozzle in his bottom with aplomb and proficiency. Eddie groaned in ecstasy. He wanted this to go on for at least an hour, but he knew he couldn’t last that long and he doubted Jeanie could either. He could already feel he was approaching the finish line.

Eddie felt a deep sexuality gathering inside of him. He could feel it growing and as much as he tried to hold it back in order to extend it, he knew it was futile. A moment later, his entire body became rigid and he erupted in a powerful, prolonged climax.

Once again, Jeanie savored the feeling of his penis pulsating in her hand, as it kept time with his juices spewing forth and splattering on his belly. It was quite a sight for the young girl.

A minute later, the slurp in the bag indicated Eddie had taken the entire bag of water. And another minute later, Eddie indicated his need to get to the toilet, which he did, posthaste. While he did his thing in privacy, Jeanie prepared the enema bag again.

When Eddie opened the door, he was all smiles.

“That was amazing, Jeanie. I mean the whole thing start to finish… from the moment you lubed my bottom with your finger, I was hooked, quite literally, on your finger. Really, I didn’t want that to end, but then you put the nozzle in and played with it and that was amazing… and then the warm water started flowing and that was so amazing… and then you turned you attention to my willy while you kept the nozzle moving. And then, well, then, I exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm. It was amazing… and, Jeanie, you were amazing making it all happen. What an introduction to enemas!! Wow!!”

“I’m glad you liked it, Eddie, and I’m glad I could help. And now you get to return the favor. And let me just say, it was quite a turn on for me to give you the enema. And feeling you climax in my hand was so cool. So with all that, I’m quite in the mood for an enema and an orgasm with you officiating as the enema giver and the assistant to my orgasm. Are you ready, Eddie?”

“I am. Are you ready, Betty?”

“Who’s Betty?”

“Nobody. Just rhymed better with ‘ready’.”

“Okay, Ray. Let’s do this.”

And with that ridiculous rhyming, they began.

Jeanie’s Unorthodox Weekly Reminder

Chapter 7:

Getting Her Insides Squeaky Clean

Jeanie assumed the Sims position, but then rolled to her back with her knees up.

“Just demonstrating for you, Eddie, an alternative to the Sims position for starting an enema.”

Eddie immediately decided he preferred this starting position over the Sims position… on account of the improved view. Excitedly, Eddie lubricated his finger and pressed the tip against Jeanie’s pink little crinkle. Slowly, he increased the pressure until his finger started disappearing into the opening. He pulled out and then pressed in again, and continued pulling out and pressing in, until, little by little, his finger was completely inside of the girl’s bottom.

He twisted and turned his finger, not so much for her pleasure, although his movement certainly provided that, but more out of curiosity to explore the inside of her rectum. He liked the feel of the spongy, squishy tissue and wondered how it would feel different when it was distended with water. In a few minutes, he decided, he would find out.

Immediately, Jeanie knew this enema was going to be very different from the enemas she received from her mother. While she enjoyed her mother’s enemas, they were all business, as they should be, just routine enemas to clean out the bowels.

With Eddie, Jeanie felt a surge of sexuality the moment his finger touched her rosebud. She immediately loved at least three things about Eddie’s finger in her bottom that were different. First of all, it was attached to Eddie instead of her mom. This man caused her thunderbolt and his finger felt like it was charged with electricity. In her mind, it triggered many strong feelings of sexuality.

Second of all, this finger was much bigger than the previous finger that lubricated her bottom hole—bigger in length and bigger in girth and Jeanie liked both forms of bigger. Her rosebud had to stretch a little and that felt good.

Third of all, while her mom just used her finger to matter-of-factly apply some lubricant, as it should be with mothers, Eddie was fingering her with a passion as he investigated this new world to him and she felt like she would be happy to have Eddie explore her insides for an hour, because it felt ever so nice.

“Mmmm, Eddie, That feels ever so nice. You’re definitely a quick learner.”

“Well, I learned from the best. Out of all the courses required to get my master’s degree, the class entitled, Lubricating and Stimulating the Female Bottom Hole was truly one of my top three favorites. And the teacher—I mean, Wow!! Was she ever sexy and hot. Oh, my. Such a beautiful young thing. A brunette, a smokin’ hot brunette… with blue eyes. Couldn’t take my eyes off her. She taught me everything I know about lubricating and stimulating the bottom hole. She also taught two more classes: Proper Insertion of the Enema Nozzle and How to Start the Water Flowing. I’m sure you will appreciate her training as I complete those next two steps in giving you a proper enema.”

Jeanie giggled throughout his prolonged statement of ridiculous claims and enjoyed every word of it.

And just like that, his finger slipped out. He fumbled for a moment with the nozzle and then placed the tip in position. Slowly, he applied pressure and he was amazed to see her crinkled orifice seemingly opened up to welcome the intruder as the lubricant collected in a ring around the nozzle. Then, he remembered to twist the nozzle and to move it in and out.

Jeanie moaned with delight so Eddie figured he was doing something right. He reached up and started the water flowing and then, less than two minutes later, he clicked off the water flow.

“Oh, Eddie, I can take the full two quarts.”

“I know, Jeanie. I just want to try something.”

“Experimenting already, Eddie. By all means, carry on and fill me in on what you learn.”

Eddie removed the nozzle and applied some lubricant to the index finger of his left hand. Then he inserted his finger in Jeanie’s bottom. She was about to say her bottom didn’t need to be lubricated again, but then decided not to interrupt his experiment. She could feel him rooting around in her rectum like he was looking for something.

“Uh, Eddie, I don’t have a prostate gland, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I know that. I’m just feeling the walls of your rectum now that your rectum is distended with the water. Before when I felt inside you, it was more caved in and the tissue was thick and spongy. Now, your rectum is filled with water so now the tissue feels stretched and taut. I was just curious about that.”

Satisfied with his findings, Eddie let his finger swim around the inside one more time and then he withdrew it. He wiped the lubricant off his finger with a paper towel and then once again inserted the nozzle into Jeanie’s bottom.

< click >

When the warm water reached her bowels, Jeanie started to moan. When her hips started to rise and gently gyrate, Jeanie took Eddie’s right hand and placed it directly on her mound with his fingertips draped over to the top of her opening.

Eddie immediately felt the heat in her loins and the wetness of her passion. Jeanie placed her fingers on top of his and applied pressure as she moved his fingers round and round to teach him how to activate her special button whose sole purpose in existing was to provide pleasure to its owner, and oh, was the owner ever feeling pleasure now.

Jeanie could feel the flow of water increasing the pressure down below and Eddie’s fingers applying pressure from up above and the combined pressure intensified everything. The sexual sensations were amazing, and they were especially poignant with Eddie simultaneously wielding the nozzle in her bum and rubbing his fingers on her nub.

As he caressed her cookie, Eddie was fascinated with Jeanie’s hip movements. As he pushed down, she pushed up, and their meeting in the middle was electrifying for both of them. He felt her passion and heat through his fingers and that turned him on. And obviously, what he was doing to her, turned her on even more.

Jeanie could feel it building inside. As Eddie continued to tweak her little button, Jeanie could feel herself approaching her desired release. Her breathing was heavy and her hips were bucking, when suddenly her back arched, lifting her bottom off the floor. Her head turned slightly and she held her breath as the orgasm rolled over her entire body.

In another minute, as her body came down off the climax mountain, Jeanie was also aware of something else she was feeling beyond the sexual sensations. She had felt it increasing daily from its inception a month earlier. She hesitated to admit to this feeling because of the “other woman” — the woman who gave Eddie his thunderbolt.

Jeanie realized that she was falling in love with Eddie. She knew it was true love and yet, what about his thunderbolt?

She decided then and there that she would discuss it with Eddie — tonight.

- slurp –

…But first she needed to empty… Now.

Chapter 8:

Asking a Few Questions

As they put on their clothing, Eddie asked if they could sit on the couch in the living room because he wanted to discuss a few things.

Good, Jeanie thought, this will be my chance to discuss ‘her.’

In the living room, Eddie said he wanted to read something to her. He went to the bookshelf and retrieved his well-worn copy of The Godfather. On the couch, as Eddie found the right page in the novel, Jeanie snuggled up to him. Eddie read out loud to Jeanie the story of Michael Corleone who was hit with the thunderbolt the first time he saw Apollonia. “His heart pounding in his chest; he felt a little dizzy. The blood was surging through his body, through all its extremities and pounding against the tips of his fingers, the tips of his toes…. It was nothing like his adolescent crushes…. This was an overwhelming desire….. This was an unerasable printing of the girl’s face on his brain and he knew she would haunt his memory ever day of his if he did not have her.” And because Apollonia was young, not yet out of her teens, Michael worried that she might think him too old for her. He met her formerly on the Sunday after he first saw her and then visited her the next Sunday and then every day for two weeks when they formerly became engaged and were married two weeks later.

“Do you remember that Friday after class when I told you girls that I finally had been hit with a thunderbolt?”

“Yes, I do. And inside, I have been quietly sad about that ever since because I knew that meant you were off the market. I’m glad that in spite of your thunderbolt, you could still help me with my spanking reminders to study hard and get good grades. I’m glad that she doesn’t mind that you’re helping me, whoever she is, probably some really hot professor. Wait. Eddie, she does know about me, doesn’t she? And she doesn’t mind that you are reminding me to study hard and get good grades, right?”

“She knows all about you, Jeanie, and she doesn’t mind at all. In fact, I think she thinks our little reminder arrangement with spankings and now enemas is rather wonderful.”

“Wait! What? She doesn’t mind the spankings and the enemas and what about the shower? She seems very open minded. She not just okay with it. You say she thinks it’s wonderful?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure she thinks it’s wonderful.”

“Eddie, you really need to ask her.”

“Do you think our spankings and enemas are wonderful?”

“Of course, I do, Eddie, but like I just said, you need to ask her.”

“I am asking her, Jeanie. Do you think what we are doing is wonderful?”

Eddie gazed softly into Jeanie’s bewildered eyes.

“She’s not a professor. She’s a student,” hinted Eddie.

Awareness began to dawn on the girl and her heart fluttered with hope.

“Miss Goodwin, she’s the only student I knew by name that first week of the semester.”

Jeanie remembered that fateful Friday evening in his office. He had called her “Miss Goodwin” and when she questioned him on it, he admitted to knowing only the name of one student. Now he was saying that that student caused his thunderbolt… I think he's talking about me, she thought. When Eddie smiled broadly and cocked his head to the side, she was sure. He is talking about me.

Jeanie threw her arms around him and squealed with delight.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re saying that I’m the girl who gave you your thunderbolt, aren’t you, and it hit you when you saw me that first day in class?”

“Yes, Jeanie. I felt the thunderbolt the moment I first saw you. My heart was pounding so hard and I couldn’t talk. I kept drinking water until I calmed down enough to start he lecture.”

Jeanie drew back from the embrace so she could look Eddie directly in the eyes.

“Eddie, I was struck by a thunderbolt, too, that same morning when I saw you walk into the classroom. My heart was racing so fast and I could hardly breathe—I mean, you literally took my breath away. I didn’t think of it as a thunderbolt until that Friday when you talked with us girls. At first, when you said you were single, I was excited because I thought you were available. But then, a minute later, you said you had recently been hit with a thunderbolt. I saw The Godfather, so I knew you had to be obsessed with her. I assumed she was professor and I was sad that you were off the market. But then you agreed to spank me so I figured she was okay with our arrangement or maybe she didn’t know yet. I mean it did start out purely as a ‘scholastic’ reminder and nothing more, but it’s certainly progressed beyond that. So here I am, the girl who caused the thunderbolt. And you caused my thunderbolt. Oh, Eddie, I’m so glad it’s me and I’m so glad it’s you! And I’m so glad there isn’t another girl.”

Eddie smiled warmly at the object of his affection. “I’m so glad, Jeanie, that it’s me and that it’s you. I was hesitant to tell you because I thought maybe you would think I’m too old for you.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve always been attracted to older guys. In high school, I always dated guys who were at least two years older. The Hollywood hunks to me were not the young ones. Sure, they were hot, but the hottest to me were the older ones. I’ve always felt that I would marry someone 15 to 20 years older than I am.”

“Wow! That’s good to know. That makes this all the easier.”

“Makes what easier?” she probed with a raised eyebrow.

“Before I get to that, I need to tell you a little back story.. Some people wonder why I’m still not married at the age of 37. I told you girls that Friday after class that the right girl hadn’t come along yet.

“When I was 23 years old, I almost got married to a girl that I had been dating for some time. She was a beautiful girl with long, blonde hair and penetrating brown eyes. We were really good friends and I thought I loved her enough to ask her to marry me. So I prayed about her one evening before I went to bed.

“And that night I had a dream. I was on the college campus in the open area of the ‘quad’ at the center of campus, when I saw this girl I had been dating. She walked toward me smiling, and when she was close to me she reached out her hand so I reach out mine to take er hand, but she withdrew her hand and shook her but as she got near me, she shook her head, no, and turned and walked away and eventually completely off campus.

“I saw many people, including other girls who approached and walked by me or turned and walked away. And then, in a moment, all of the peopled just faded away, they vanished.

“I was completely alone, but then in the distance, across the campus, I saw a girl walking towards me. She was far away so it took quite some time before she was near enough for me to see her features. She was so beautiful. She had short, cropped, brunette hair that framed her beautiful face. She had bright, blue eyes that were filled with curiosity and kindness and her lips were curved up in what seemed like a perpetual smile. I could feel my heart pounding and I felt a shortness of breath.

“Then she spoke and her voice was the voice of an angel. She looked longingly at me and said just four words. ‘Please wait for me.’ And I immediately woke up, in a cold sweat, with my heart still pounding. I somehow managed to get back to sleep hoping I would dream of her again, but I didn’t dream at all.”

“I guess you could say, ‘I dreamed of Jeanie with the short brown hair,’ which almost matches a parlor song written in 1854 by Stephen Foster. His ballad entitled, I Dream of Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair was written to reach the woman named Jeanie who had left him. He didn’t know where she was and he hoped that she would hear the song and realize that he was singing about her. In the ballad he sang that he longed for her and his heart bowed low, never more to find her where the bright waters flow. He longed for and sighed for Jeanie with the light brown hair, floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. When she heard the song, she realized it was about her and that he still loved her so she returned to him and they were married.

“That sort of became my song as I dreamed of Jeanie with the short brown hair. For the next 14 years, I waited and watched and waited and watched some more. I longed for her and I sighed, wondering if I would ever find her. And then four weeks ago, I walked into a lecture hall and I saw you, the girl of my dreams, sitting on the front. And that’s when the thunderbolt hit me.”

When Eddie finished, he just sat there with tears in his eyes. Jeanie reached up and kissed him lightly on his cheek.

“Oh, Eddie, what an incredible, touching story. You know, I didn’t have a dream about you, and I hardly had to wait for you, but I also had my own thunderbolt when I first saw you walk into the lecture hall. What do you think this all means?”

“Well, I know it may seem sudden, Jeanie, and it may seem too soon, but…” he paused to scoot up to the edge of the couch and he turned sideways towards Jeanie.

Jeanie’s eyes lit up with anticipation for what he was about to say. She scooted forward to the edge of the couch and turned to face him..

“Jeanie Kathryn Goodwin…” and he paused for dramatic effect, “…will you…

Jeanie’s eyes opened wider with hope.

“…will you give me another enema?”

A look of confusion crossed the girl’s face, then a wide grin, and then she burst into a fit of laughter. She laughed so hard she fell sideways onto the couch and held her crotch.

“I think,” she squealed, “I think I just peed myself… just a little… and you are going to pay for this with a hairbrush spanking and a sound paddling.”

“Well, I certainly deserve that and you can carry out that sentence soon, but first, my dear, sweet, adorable, very-hot, smokin’ hot Jeanie with the short brown hair, I do have a very serious question to ask you and your answer to the question will affect the two of us for the rest of our lives.”

Eddie helped Jeanie sit back up on the couch and then he got down in front of her on one bended knee. He looked deep into her eyes.

“Jeanie Kathryn Goodwin, I love you with all my heart and soul and I want to spend the rest of forever with you. Will you marry me?”

Jeanie lurched forward in a hug that toppled both of them to the floor. She was screaming and babbling into his shoulder, but he couldn’t understand a word of it.

“Is that a ‘Yes’ and you’re screaming with joy that is hard for you to contain or is it a ‘No’ and you’re screaming in terror and you knocked me to the floor so you can get up and run for your life?”

Jeanie pull away slightly so she could look at Eddie face to face.

“Oh, you silly old man,” gushed Jeanie as she caught her breath. “Of course, it’s a ‘Yes.’ Edward Williams, I love you with all my heart and soul and I want to spend the rest of forever with you, too, so yes, a million times yes, I will marry you.”

“I am so glad I waited all these years to find you, Jeanie. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. I’m so glad you’re the one.”

“And, Eddie, you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world and I’m so glad you’re the one. And to answer your other question, yes, I will give you another enema along with your hairbrush spanking and paddling.”

“A triple-combo event. I can’t wait.”

“Sorry to change the subject away from enemas and spankings, Eddie, but I want to finalize the other question. I know it’s kind of quick, but can we get married on the Christmas break before the winter semester starts ?”

“That’s what I was hoping you would say. But I do want to ask your father for his permission to marry you.”

“A very traditional. Awesome! Then let’s go this weekend. It’s only a six-hour drive. I’ll call my parents and let them know we will be there tomorrow at noon.”

Chapter 9:

Asking for Permission

The next morning, Jeanie and Eddie both got up early at 5:00 a.m. An hour later, Eddie swung by the dorms and picked up Jeanie.

For the first four hours of the six-hour drive, Jeanie slept while Eddie thought about what he was going to say to Mr. Goodwin.

Eddie worried about the two enormous elephants that would be present in the room. The first elephant was that this engagement was very sudden. Jeanie and Eddie had only known each other for four weeks when they got engaged and they wanted to be married 12 weeks after that and that’s only about four months from the day they met to the day of the wedding. Eddie realized that was pretty quick on anybody’s timetable.

The second massive elephant was their age difference. Eddie was 17 years older than Jeanie—nearly twice her age. Most fathers would be okay with a 50-year-old daughter marrying a 67-year-old man, but a 20-year-old daughter marrying 37-year-old man? Maybe Mr. Goodwin will want us to wait 30 years, thought Eddie, until she’s 50 and I’m 67. If that’s what it takes, I’d wait 30 years for her because she’s the one and she’s worth it.

Jeanie and Eddie arrived a few minutes before noon. Jeanie made the introductions and then she and her mom hustled off to the kitchen leaving Mr. Goodwin and Eddie alone in the living room.

“Why don’t we go into my office,” suggested Mr. Goodwin.

“You have a lovely home here, Mr. Goodwin,” said Eddie, trying to break the ice with a little small talk.

“Oh, please, call me Earl. Mr. Goodwin was my father. I haven’t earned that title yet.”

For a few minutes. Earl and Eddie chatted about the weather and sports, and then, Eddie thought it was time to discuss the two pachyderms that were packed tightly in the room.

“Mr. Goodwin, I mean, Earl, I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“Isn’t this rather sudden, Eddie? Didn’t you only meet at the beginning of the semester? You’ve only known each other for what – four weeks?”

“That’s true. But it’s just something we have both felt. We have really gotten to know each other so well in that short time.”

“When I gave Jeanie that written permission for someone to spank her, I worried it might lead to something like this so I guess it’s my own fault. After spanking a young girl’s bottom, a man’s bound to think he’s in love. But that’s not the only issue, Eddie. You are quite a bit older than Jeanie, aren’t you? Like 17 years older?”

This is going to be an uphill battle, thought Eddie. He cleared his throat and nodded his head in agreement.

“Yes, Earl, I’m 17 years older than Jeanie.”

“Edward, what if I said I’d give my permission but you had to wait to a few years until the age difference wasn’t such an issue, say like when she’s 50 and you’re 67?”

“As in, wait 30 years to marry her? That would be a very long time, but you know what? Jeanie would be worth the wait. Earl, I know it is quite sudden and I am quite a bit older than Jeanie.” Eddie paused, searching for words to explain the situation so it would make sense. Then he thought, honesty is the best policy. “Earl, have you seen The Godfather? Or better yet, read the book? If I could just tell you about…”

Shaking his head, Earl held up his hand to stop Eddie and Eddie thought the battle was over and he had lost.

“No need to explain, Eddie,” Earl said gruffly. “So, you had yourself a thunderbolt, and you think my daughter is your Apollonia. Is that what you think?”

Eddie stiffened with concern over Earl’s stern tone, and then held out his arms, palms toward Mr. Goodwin.

“Yes, sir. Guilty, as charged.”

In a gravelly voice, Mr. Goodwin croaked, “How can a man argue with a thunderbolt?” A smile snuck across Earl’s face. Then he laughed and in his regular voice, he continued. “Sorry, that’s not a very good impression of Don Corleone. I’m just having a little fun with you, Edward. Listen, I completely understand about the thunderbolt… and what about the two big issues? This all being very sudden and you being quite a bit older. You do know that Michael Corleone and Apollonia got engaged three weeks after they met and they were married two weeks later… And Michael was worried that she might think he was too old for her. He was probably in his 30s and she was only 17 or 18.”

“I love that story, Earl, but it is fiction.”

“Yes it is fiction, but I believe in thunderbolts. Jeanie told us about yours and hers on the phone last night along with a few other things about you. And, Edward, you don't need to worry. I can totally and practically perfectly relate to your situation.”

“How so, sir?” Eddied asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“The same thing happened to me, Edward. When I met Jeanie’s mother for the first time, I had a thunderbolt. Heart pounding out of my chest. Sweaty palms. Couldn’t think about anything but her. It was definitely a thunderbolt. Unlike any other girl I ever met and I met plenty of them in the two decades before I met Katie. Jeanie didn’t tell you that I am 18 years older than my wife Katie and she was just 18 when I met her, making me twice her age at the time?”

“Jeanie did NOT share that with me. That would have made this a little easier.”

“Easier, yes, but not as much fun for me. I have only one daughter and I wanted to have a little fun with my future son-in-law before giving him permission to marry my one-and-only daughter. She knew that and knew that I wanted to be the one to tell you that. It’s my story to tell not hers and she didn’t want to steal my thunder And I just couldn’t pass up the chance to have a little fun with my future son-in-law when he is asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“Well, you had me squirming a little there, Earl.”

“Now, Edward, you should also know that Katie’s parents were not so sure about me at first, probably because their daughter had just graduated from high school and we had only known each other six weeks when we got engaged, and then we got married at the end of the summer so we met and married in three months. Her parents eventually warmed up to me, but it took a few years for me to win them over. Don’t worry, Edward, you won’t have any such difficulties with Katie and me.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Eddie said, exhaling with relief.

“I understand from asking my daughter that you two have not had sexual intercourse.”

“No, sir,” gulped Eddie, a little surprised with Earl’s openness. “We are saving that for our wedding night.”

“Very good. As it should be. Another indication that you are the right man for my daughter. You may be surprised with my openness and candor, but it’s how we are in this family. As you know, Jeanie is a virgin. Now, at 37, I don’t think I should expect that you are.”

“Oh, but you should… and you can… and I am.”

“Well, then. Even better!” grinned Earl. “Now, I didn’t ask Jeanie about any other details, but knowing my daughter, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you two have had a little fun without going all the way, especially after I gave you written permission to spank and paddle my daughter’s bare bottom.”

The broad smile on Earl’s face told Eddie he was safe and that his future father-in-law accepted him fully into the family and that they had a common interest in some kinks, not that they would discuss them openly as son-in-law and father-in-law, but they had a common respect for each other.

“Well, without sharing details, sir, I guess I can admit that we have played around the infield a little, but, like I said, we are saving the home run for the wedding night.”

“Son,” said Mr. Goodwin as he grabbed Eddie and pulled him in for a hug and a slap on the back, “you can call me Dad, and like I said, you are a man after my own heart, and I’ll say, after my wife’s heart, as well. You are going to fit into this family just fine.”

They finished their manly hug with each of them smacking the other on the back. Then Earl pulled back and looked Eddie in the eye with all seriousness.

“Edward, without reservation Katie and I give you not only permission to marry Jeanie, but we also give you our full blessing and support. Love our daughter more each new day, more than you did the day before. Cherish her and treasure her and treat her like the angel she is and I know she will do the same for you. She won’t need to be reminded to do that, but I think you should still give her a regular ‘reminder’ anyway, like you did for her grades,” he said with a smile and a wink. “Oh, and if you haven’t tried it already, I suggest reversing your roles so she can give you a little reminder, too. Yes, I highly recommend that, too. And I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts, you already have.”

“Well, I’ll never tell,” replied Eddie with his own smile and a wink.

Mr. Goodwin laughed heartily as he smacked Eddie on the back. “That’s my boy. That’s my boy. And that’s my girl… errr… no. She was my little girl, but now she’s your girl. My wife is and always will be my girl.” Then he laughed again and Eddie laughed with him.

“So now you know that the ‘reminders’ apply to both your fiancé and to my wife!” Earl admitted. “Actually, and to both of us, as well!”

And they laughed even louder than before.

“What’s all this laughing about?!” demanded Jeanie, as she and her mother bustled into the room. “We could hear you all the way in the kitchen.” She stared at them both and then added with a smile, “Mr. Canfield from three doors down the street even called to ask about all the noise.”

Mr. Goodwin and Eddie looked at each other and burst into another fit of laughter.

“Alright now,” insisted Mrs. Goodwin with her most serious tone, “what has gotten into the two of you?”

Mr. Goodwin looked at his wife and his daughter and then back at his future son-in-law.

“I think,” he chuckled with another wink, “they both could use a good reminder about something—about anything—right now.”

With that he took his confused wife by the hand and led her to the master bedroom on the main floor. Just before he closed the door, he called out to Eddie, “And, Edward, after we give them a reminder, I think perhaps they ought to give us a reminder, too.”

Following his future father-in-law’s lead, Eddie took his confused fiancé by the hand and led upstairs to her bedroom.

Within minutes both levels of the house were filled with the happy sound of bare hands slapping bare bottoms. Truly, the sounds were happy… and a bit horny, as well… a form of foreplay and a prelude to sex… soon to come… and soon to cum...

THE END