Edits by PMUS

That evening, Paige sat studying her kitchen table. She was sitting on a pillow to help mute the discomfort from her bruised sit-spots. Her right hand rubbed the sore lump in upper part of her right butt cheek where she had gotten the shot. It had been a while since she had received either a shot in the butt or a spanking and a really long time since both so close together.

She mused about the time as a tween when she had objected to getting a shot from her pediatrician and her mom had responded quickly by pulling the adolescent girl over her knee, flipping up Paige’s skirt and yanking down her underpants. She quickly whacked her recalcitrant daughter’s naked cheeks a few dozen times with her bare hand and then held the wriggling girl while the doctor jabbed the needle into Paige’s tush and quickly pumped in the antibiotic. That had not been the end of it, as Paige got a good dose of her dad’s belt that night, as well.

Paige thought about Amy’s surprise proclamation and the revelation that meant both of their bare bottoms had been forcefully kissed by Mr Talbot’s oak paddle. Her thoughts turned to her new-found disciplinarian. Mr Talbot was attractive - for an older guy. The fact she was still sitting gingerly on a pillow reminded her of how strong he was and the intensity of his spanking, making previous punishments in her youth seem pretty tame.

For the first part of the week, her behavior was markedly improved. She even received a note from Mr Talbot congratulating her on her accomplishments. He also noted that as she became more proficient at managing her time, driving and studying, he would likely heighten the expectations to encourage continuous improvement.

Then on the day before her next discipline session everything went sideways. She left home in the morning forgetting key papers for her first meeting. She doubled-back to get them and in the rush to get to the appointment went 17 MPH over the limit and was still 15 minutes late.

At lunch she lost track of time and feared she was going to be late to her first appointment of the afternoon. She was racing to the meeting and tried calling the client to warn her that she was running late. Somehow, the hands-free system in her car was not cooperating so she grabbed the phone from its mount and made the call. Just as the client answered, Paige realized she was again going almost 20 over the limit. “Shit!” she yelled.

“Excuse me?” queried the shocked client.

“Oh, my! I’m so sorry” Paige exclaimed. “Somebody just almost ran into me,” she lied. “I’m was calling to tell you that I’m running a bit late but will be there soon.”

“No worries,” her client replied. “Be safe and we’ll see you soon.”

As it was, Paige was only 7 min late for the appointment and the client had been a few minutes late herself so had only just arrived. After the meeting, Paige sat for a few moments in her car and practiced a breathing ritual intended to calm her nerves. She found it difficult to focus - she had been on-track for a good week regarding the goals she had accepted. Now in one day things had come off-the-rails. She debated whether to tell Mr Talbot about the phone call and sighed heavily thinking that she had exceeded the 15 MPH limit twice. He had seen everything there was to see below the waist, she thought, so what more humiliation would it be to take off her top, as well.

The next day, they sat on a small sofa in Mr Talbot’s office reviewing the weeks events. “You were doing so well until yesterday,” he noted. “Until then you’d been on-time for all your meetings and only sped three times - and only 6 or 7 over those times. And you logged 15 hours of studying, so apart from yesterday, a great week. I’ve gotta commend you!”

He continued, “I take pride and responsibility in my protege’s improvement, and I help them continue to improve, by raising up the bar. You either do better, or get disciplined more severely for the same performance at a later time. You need to continue to improve.”

“So, yesterday’s events would results in more punishment, right?” Paige said with a wry smile. “There’s something more I should tell you.” She paused and then continued to tell him about the phone call.

“Hmm,” he replied. “Thank you so much for being honest and admitting behavior you could easily have kept to yourself. Unfortunately for your derriere, that incident calls for a special response today. Also, I think we need to add general driving safety and language to things you routinely track.” Paige nodded in grudging acceptance.

“I will be right back,” Mr Talbot said standing and striding quickly from the room. He returned a few moments later with garden shears. “Just outside the door is a willow. I want to you make three switches from its stems. They should be as long as your arm and at least as big around as your pinkie. Strip off the stems and leaves and bring them back inside. You have five minutes.”

Paige took the shears and went to work. She had never been struck with a switch but had friends in grade school who had. She recalled their tales of how the narrow implements left nasty welts on their bottoms. She finished making the tools that would soon be used against her and went back inside.

Mr Talbot took the switches and inspected them. “Good job.” He looked at his index card and noted, “Your speeding tally is 6, 7, 7, 17 and 18 for a total of 55. You were late a total of 22 minute so let’s call that 4 swats with the paddle and you logged 15 hours of studying so you’re only due 5 strokes with my belt. Add to that a dozen strokes with a switch for the phone call fiasco.” Paige nodded, regretting that aside from yesterday she would be due a mere 5 strokes with the belt. Now she faced much more and would be buck naked, as well.

“So,” Mr Talbot continued, “You have a decision to make. Last week I revised the threshold for stripping completely for your punishment. By yesterday’s events, that’s what you are facing now. However - this one time - you can choose to not strip by accepting double the count.” Mr Talbot took the brush and sat in the chair, “This is a one time offer and you need to decide quickly.”

Paige quick pondered the trade of between swats and embarrassment. She undid her slacks and they fell to the floor she pushed her panties to her knees and hobbled to Mr Talbot’s side. “Go ahead and step out of those,” he commanded. She complied and draped herself over his lap. Just shy of two minutes later her ass was on fire courtesy of his expertly wielded brush. She stood and danced a bit trying to ease the pain. Without waiting for instruction, she bent over and grasped the seat of the chair. The eight swats from Buster left her lower cheeks feeling a bit numb. Mr Talbot then picked up the three switches she had made and reviewed each carefully. Setting two down on his desk, he whooshed the air with the chosen branch a few times and then tapped it against Paige’s already seared bottom. The first strike cut just at the top of her butt crack. He walked each of the first twelve strokes downward, fully covering her cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

He then started the second dozen aiming for the open space between the emerging welts. Finally he dropped the switch and undid his belt. The final ten lashes from the leather strap were excruciating on top of the fresh contusions left by the switch.

“I hope you learn your lesson and keep up with the raising standards proportional to the time you have been working with me. You continue to improve, or face worse consequence. You have been doing great earlier last week, you can do it again and keep the good work up. I have faith in you.” Mr Talbot noted.

“Thank you, Mr Talbot,” Paige acknowledged. “I understand and will try my best.”