Jabs 4

By Verity

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Adrian Chopleigh, a mischievous boy going on thirteen, had recently received the somewhat novel punishment of being given a bath in front of his school music teacher, Miss McTavish. Indeed, to add some extra disgrace, the teacher was asked to help hand-soap him, and she willingly did so.

From the viewpoint of Adrian’s mother, this worked out very well, and she had been pleasantly surprised by the teacher’s cooperation. Mrs Chopleigh worked as a doctor’s receptionist, and this sometimes involved being out for long evening surgeries. It meant that she could not always attend to looking after Adrian in the evenings as she would have wished, which included giving him a regular thorough bath. So, after some discussion, it was agreed that about once a week he would go to Miss McTavish’s house, where the teacher would bath him.

Of course the young schoolboy protested vehemently, though without much hope that it would do any good.

‘You’ll do as you’re told,’ said his mother briskly, ‘and there’s no need for you to be shy, because you’ve already been bare in front of Miss McTavish, and for a good long time too.’

Adrian’s bratty 10-year-old sister giggled, ‘He had to be bare in front of us ALL, for a good long time!’

‘Well, I didn’t want to be,’ said Adrian crossly, blushing at the memory.

‘Nobody is asking what you wanted,’ said his mother firmly. ‘You’ll do what you’re told, and you’ll go straight to Miss McTavish for your bath this evening. And if I hear that you gave any trouble, you won’t be sitting down comfortably for some time, and that’s a promise.’

‘You’ll have your pants pulled down!’ sniggered bratty Emma.

‘Oh, shut up!’

'And you'll be turned over, and get a RED BARE BOTTOM!' persisted the unspeakable Emma.'I can't wait to watch!'

‘Yes, be quiet, Emma,’ snapped her mother.

So about once a week Adrian, still complaining, was sent round to Miss McTavish’s house for a bath. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately depending on your point of view, it was nearby.

On each visit the routine was much the same. Adrian would have to quickly take off all his clothes in the spare bedroom, then run nude to the bathroom, where his teacher had filled the bath and was ready, sleeves rolled up, to do what she had called ‘a thorough job.’

It cannot be said that Adrian was especially cooperative, though perhaps that was typical of a young boy his age. In particular Adrian always wriggled a great deal when he was standing bare in the bath and being soaped. The teacher would not tolerate this, and her firm palm landed very hard and often on what she termed ‘the right place’, so that Adrian was very soon red-bottomed and crying, while Miss McTavish’s busy fingers continued to diligently soap every inch of the nude youngster.

But, even though Adrian did not appear to enjoy his teacher’s ‘thorough job’, it is undeniable that, by the time he had been vigorously dried with one of Miss McTavish’s big towels, he was to his mortification standing straight up in front, in fact almost hard against his stomach. Miss McTavish would make little comment, simply tut-tut with vexation about the ‘waste of time’, then standing Adrian on the bathmat and holding him between her knees, would briskly take a firm grip and ‘attend to’ him, as she once put it. With her right hand working rapidly and vigorously, and her left hand on the youngster’s bottom, fingertips probing deep between his cheeks, it was not more than a few moments before Adrian, despite himself, had started to writhe and aa-aa-aaa... And then, in another instant, with ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, I’M COMING!!!’ Adrian would shriek and convulse, once, twice and again...after which, scarlet-faced, he would be wiped down and then dismissed to get dressed.

Finally, in his school clothes again and his hair neatly combed, Adrian would rather hoarsely repeat the formula, as he had been instructed, ‘Thank you very much, Miss McTavish, for kindly bathing me.’

The teacher would say with matching politeness, ‘It was a pleasure,’ then Adrian would be on his way, often rubbing the seat of his school trousers with one hand and his eyes with the other.

Adrian, when he visited his teacher, was not always the only youngster in the house. Miss McTavish had a younger brother and sister, twins aged about thirteen, and she often has them at her house in the evenings, when among other things she supervised their homework.

The girl, Patty, sometimes came in to the bathroom when Adrian was being bathed, seemingly to ask questions about her homework and to discuss problems, but it was fairly evident that she had come mainly to have a good look at the nude young schoolboy. And it was evident, too, that her eyes constantly drifted downwards as she chatted with her elder sister, especially when Adrian was standing to be soaped.

Adrian hated for Patty to see him bare and crying, but was usually told to be quiet. However, the teacher too sometimes became irritated by Patty’s wide-eyed attendance and would sharply send her off to continue with her schoolwork.

But events one evening took an unexpected turn. While bathing Adrian, the teacher turned round unexpectedly to find Patty very close behind her, and stooping as if for a better view.

‘Have you finished your homework, Patricia?’ she asked crossly.

‘Well, no – not quite.’

‘Have you even started your homework? You have been here for over an hour.’

‘Er, no, not exactly started.’

The teacher abruptly stood up and briskly dried her hands on the bath-towel. ‘Just as I thought! You have blatantly neglected your work, and done absolutely nothing since you came tonight. Well, I warned you, Patty, but the warnings seem to have done no good whatever. Come here!’

She pulled her younger sister towards her, then started unbuttoning her jeans.

‘NO!!’ yelled the youngster.

Adrian’s eyes opened wide. Surely the teacher wasn’t going to –

She was! Seated on a small wooden bench at the side of the bathroom, Miss McTavish quickly unzipped her sister’s jeans, then peeled them down her legs, followed by her panties, all in a moment or two.

‘No, Sis – NO!! NO!!’

But in another moment the youngster’s panties has been skinned right to her ankles and then Miss McTavish, spinning her round, jerked the rest of Patty’s clothes up as far as she could.

Adrian’s young eyes popped and he sat down on the side of the bath at the sight of the 13-year-old girl’s round bare bottom, and then at the sight of the same bottom upturned and twisting wildly over the teacher’s lap, as Miss McTavish’s had palm began to crack down hard and repeatedly all over both the young teenager’s bare rear cheeks, making them bounce and quiver furiously as they were gradually turned a uniform deep pink, then distinctly rosy, then finally bright red..

Meanwhile, over her young sister’s loud yells, the teacher kept up an angry telling-off, about schoolwork, responsibility, doing what one was told, and similar, which Adrian also had heard often before.

At last Patty was released, and was jumping up and down on the bathroom floor, howling and madly rubbing her burning bottom-cheeks.

‘And you will DO your homework when I tell you! Do you understand?’

‘Yes, yes, yes!!’

But Miss McTavish, having started, hadn’t finished. Turning, she noticed the grinning face of Patty’s brother at the door. He had been watching the entertainment with evident delight.

‘Luke,’ snapped the teacher, ‘Please bring me YOUR work – I mean all you have done this evening.’

The boy’s grin disappeared. ‘Well, I haven’t quite...’

‘I thought not.’ The teacher sat down again. ‘Luke, COME HERE.’

After which it was nearly enough a repeat performance. The yells of NO!! NO!! as the naughty youngster’s pants were taken down, then they were also completely skinned to his ankles, and the rest of his clothes pulled up hard under his armpits, so that he went across his sister’s knees virtually nude. Again vigorous smacks were rained down repeatedly on a pair of madly writhing, bouncing bottom-cheeks. The youngster’s long legs flailed, feet kicking the air, and halfway through the spanking his pants were pulled off completely, so that his legs spun even more spectacularly.

The teacher continued merciless, regardless of the naughty thirteen-year-old’s gymnastics. Then, after about a further twenty ringing smacks, she paused again, and with the fingers of her left hand vigorously opened the boy’s rear cheeks completely.

‘No, not in my bare crack, NOT IN MY BARE CRACK!!’ screamed the naughty youngster frantically. Clearly he had been spanked by his big sister before! Miss McTavish as always ignored his pleas and as she continued to hold the boy’s tender rear cheeks apart with the left hand, and this time to smack down mainly with the fingertips of her right, the piercing noise from the other end provided ample evidence of the teacher’s considerable effectiveness and skill as a spanker.

Miss McTavish finished with a chain of old-fashioned bottom-smacks across both cheeks, then Luke was in turn dancing and howling on the floor, his feet hammering the carpet, frenziedly rubbing his burning rear cheeks with both hands.

Adrian, sitting nude on the side of the bath, suddenly had another concern, since he realised now that, at the height of Luke’s bare-bottom spanking, he had ‘shot’ again. He quickly did the best he could with a corner of a bath-towel, and Miss McTavish either didn’t notice or chose not to comment. Adrian was told to quickly put his clothes on again while, in the big sitting-room, the two naughty thirteen-year-olds, with their red bottoms still bare, and holding their clothes right up, had to stand with their faces to the wall until they were told they could come out.

Then, after seeing Adrian off, the teacher crossed the carpet and, ignoring the sobs of the two culprits, poured a large Martini and permitted herself a faint smile of satisfaction.

It had been a good evening’s work.

(The End)