Designated Spanker 4

By Red Rover

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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved

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 DESIGNATED SPANKER – Part 4
 
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is coincidental. This story is Copyright 2017 by Red Rover. All rights reserved.

Viewpoint characters:
 
 
Roberta Morgan, age 42, widow. Daughters: Dana (19), Kathy (17) and Victoria (15)
 
Frank Collins, age 38, single, Lawyer and trustee for Morgan family trust.
 
Christine Edwards, age 39, divorced, Daughters: Alison (19), Amanda (17); Son: Mark (11).
 
Maria Alvarez, age 44, divorced, Sons Richard (23), Ramon (11); Daughters: Gina (19) and Lucia (13)
 
Debra Higgins, age 37, husband Frank (38), Daughter Jennifer (16); Sons: Mike (9) and Caleb (6)
 
Victoria (Vikki) has taken over management of the Morgan family since the death of her father, George Morgan. She manages the household and disciplines the older girls. Family business is taken care of with the assistance of Frank Collins who manages the substantial family trust. The Morgans are well-off but Roberta is not skilled at discipline, money management or any other management areas.
 
 
 
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Part 4
 
Three days after the agreements were signed, Mrs. Morgan got a phone call from Mrs. Edwards. "Is Vikki available tonight?" Christine inquired.
 
"I think so," Roberta Morgan stated. "Let me put her on."
 
"Hello, Mrs. Edwards, “Victoria said. "How can I help you?"
 
Christine sighed. "Mandy and Mark got into it with each other after school and wound up hitting and breaking things. I need you to come over and straighten them out."
 
"Sure thing," Vikki said. "I don't have much homework and I can do it before dinner. Can I bring Dana and Kathy over to get fitted for their new jammies? I'll need one of them to drive me anyway since I don't have a license yet. I can be at your house by 7:30 if that's OK."
 
"Thank you, Vikki,” Mrs. Edwards replied. "I will be happy to work on their Jammies. I have already got my kids fitted and I'll have Mandy and Mark in them when you get here."
 
After dinner, the three Morgan girls rode over to the Edwards house and were greeted at the door by Alison, who was in her new pajamas. Vikki looked startled. "Are you in trouble, too, Ali?"
 
Alison blushed. "No, but Mom wanted you to see my new jammies."
 
Vikki smiled. "Sure, turn around and let me take a look."
 
Alison turned around and let the three Morgan girls look at the new PJ’s her mother had modified. The PJ's were pale yellow, almost transparent, with little cartoon animals on them. Very suitable for a six-year-old but embarrassing for a young woman almost 20 years old. Dana and Kathy stifled giggles at the sight. The drop seat was cut out so that there was a highly visible area of bare skin visible on both sides from mid-thigh to the waistband. The top of the seat drooped down from two Velcro strips on the sides, so the tops of her buttocks cheeks were clearly visible.
 
The four girls moved into the living room where Mrs. Edwards greeted them. Mandy and Mark stood in separate corners with their drop seats lowered and their bare, pale bottoms on full display. Victoria smiled at Mrs. Edwards.
 
"Great work on these jammies, Mrs. Edwards, Vikki said. They make it very clear that we are dealing with naughty children. But if Alison hasn't been naughty she should go upstairs and change into her regular jammies so nobody gets confused on who is to be spanked."
 
Alison grinned happily and dashed off up the stairs to retrieve a modicum of dignity. Victoria reached into the shopping bag she had carried in with her and produced a small paddle and a large hairbrush. "Now to deal with the naughty ones," she said. "Mandy and Mark, come on over here."
 
The two youngsters left their corners and stood blushing in front of the Morgan girls. "Well," Victoria stated grimly, "I am waiting for your explanations. Mandy, you go first."
 
The girl licked her lips and hung her head down. "The little twerp was playing his stupid video game and wouldn't let me get on the computer to talk with my friends on the chat room. I told him it was my turn from 3:30 to 4:30 but he ignored me, so I sort of pushed him off his chair. Then he got up and kicked me and I slapped him and we were kinda wrestling around and some stuff got broken." Mandy shuffled her feet in embarrassment at having to confess to a younger girl.
 
Vikki turned to the boy. "Well, Mark, is that what happened?"  
 
Mark stared at the ceiling and mumbled, "Well, yeah, kinda, but she called me a bunch of names and it wasn't really 3:30 yet anyway and she's always hogging the computer and I was just about to get my character to level 23 and I only needed like another ten minutes and she's not supposed to hit me or push me around and I don't think it’s fair to punish me when she started it and besides, she was the one that broke the vase when she threw the stapler at me and..."
 
Victoria interrupted. "OK, I have got the picture. So, the both of you were basically acting like three-year-old’s." The two miscreants swallowed and nodded reluctantly. "Mandy, you are seventeen years old and you should know better. Why didn't you just tell your mother that Mark was taking too much time? And Mark, twelve is much too old to be kicking people. You should have called your mother when Mandy pushed you."
 
She glared at the two. "Now you are both gonna get your butts paddled and it was totally unnecessary. "Mandy, you're the older, so you can go first while my arm is still fresh." Vikki sat in the straight chair which Christine had placed in the center of the living room. "Now get your silly schoolgirl butt over my lap right now."
 
Mandy protested, "Not in front of Mark. Can't we go to my room?"
 
Vikki shook her head, “Mark won't see anything he hasn't already seen. I really ought to let him spank you, but that will wait for the next time you try to beat up on him. Now get over here, young lady."
 
Mandy was older, but Vikki was bigger and stronger, so it took little effort for her to secure the girl over her lap. She began spanking immediately with her hand on the girl's bare bottom. "We will have a little warm up and the you will get 34 smacks with my hairbrush - 2 for every year. In fact, you are 17-1/2 so we will make it 35. Be glad this is only a Level 2 offense. next time you hit somebody it will be Level 3."
 
After a few minutes, Mandy was crying softly and squirming a bit and her bottom was turning pink. Vikki kept up a steady rhythm of spanks, none of which was especially severe, but the cumulative effect was plainly visible on Mandy's bottom and thighs. After a few minutes, Vikki paused and reached for the hairbrush.
 
"Now for the main event, my naughty little girl," the Designated Spanker scolded, knowing how humiliating it was for Mandy for a younger girl to use that tone and terminology on her. Vikki lifted the hairbrush and brought it down with a resounding CRACK on her victim's right butt cheek. Mandy screamed in surprise and pain. "That's ONE," her tormenter stated grimly, “Thirty-four to go."
 
Victoria spanked her thoroughly and covered every square inch of the sobbing girl's bottom and things with resounding smacks of the heavy hairbrush. Mandy bawled, whimpered and pleaded for mercy to no avail. Her bright red bottom bounced up and down and, at some point, the snap on her jammies gave way and the PJ's began sliding down her legs. Vikki pulled the thin jammie bottoms down to the girl's knees and continued the spanking. When all 35 strokes hand been delivered, Vikki allowed the sobbing girl to remain over her lap for a few minutes and then let her up. "Back to your corner, little girl," she directed. “And don't bother pulling up your PJ's.”
 
She then turned to Mark who was already crying in anticipation after watching his sister's ordeal. "Over my lap, little boy, right now,” she directed firmly. Mark did not hesitate. Vikki patted his quivering bottom and began a hand spanking as she had done with Mandy. When the boy's bottom reached the appropriate hue, she paused. "Now for YOUR main event, young man. Since this is a Level 2, you will get 24 spanks with my paddle. But next time you fight with your sister, it will be a Level 3 and I will consider using my hairbrush, is that clear."
 
"Y-y-y-yes Miss Vikki," the boy sobbed. "Please don't spank me too hard, I'm just a little kid."
 
Vikki resumed spanking with the paddle, working the boy's full bottom and thighs as she had done with his sister. Since his bottom was smaller, the 24 spanks produced the same level of heat and redness as the 35 spanks Mandy had just received. Mark was, of course, bawling, pleading and whimpering just as his older sister had done a few minutes earlier. Vikki sent him to the corner and turned to Christine. "Is that satisfactory?" she asked.
 
Mrs. Edwards smiled. "Very much so, you do an excellent job, Victoria."
 
Victoria replaced her implements in the shopping bag and pulled out two sets of pajamas. "These are for Dana and Kathy. I thought we could measure them and do the preliminary cutting while I was here now."
 
"Good idea,” Mrs. Edwards responded. "My kids look so cute in them, I can hardly wait to see what Dana and Kathy will look like."  Dana and Kathy blushed in unison. Alison, who had changed into her regular pajamas and come back downstairs, joined in the blush.
 
Victoria smiled. "I see Alison's regular jammies are not much different from her spanking jammies."
 
Mrs. Edwards laughed. "No, I bought three pair the same and only cut down one pair for her spankings. I figured that there would be times when you didn't want to bare her bottom so her regular jammies are thin enough to spank through and will show off her red bottom quite well afterwards."
 
Victoria turned to her two sisters. "OK girls, into the kitchen and take your clothes off.”
 
"ALL our clothes?" Kathy asked in surprise. "Why not just our jeans?"
 
 
 
“Because I want to see how you will look when you are about to be spanked and, more important, I want YOU to see how you will look when you are about to be spanked. That might help discourage you from doing things that will get you spanked in the first place."
 
"But, but..., “Kathy began.
 
"No buts or I will have you strip right here and let Mark watch the whole process," Vikki snapped. "Now move." Pulling out the paddle she smacked Kathy on her jean covered bottom.
 
The two girls quickly scampered into the kitchen, followed by Alison whose involuntary giggle produced a paddle swat on her own PJ-covered bottom.
 
In the kitchen, the two Morgan girls stripped to the skin and donned the thin pajamas which Vikki had bought for them. These were even thinner than the ones Alison was wearing and their bottoms were clearly visible through the light fabric. Dana moaned. "We are going to look really childish wearing these, even with the flaps up."
 
"Well, that's the objective," Vikki retorted. "When you start acting like big girls, you will be allowed to dress like big girls."
 
As the two stood in total embarrassment in the Edwards' kitchen, Vikki and Mrs. Edwards carefully measured their bottoms and made the appropriate cuts so that when the flaps were lowered, their entire bottoms were on display to the world.  Mrs. Edwards used pins to indicate where she would have to make the seams and then the girls were allowed to remove the PJ's and put their normal clothing back on.
 
"I will let you know when these are ready,” Mrs. Edwards promised. "or I'll have Alison bring them by your place after school some day."
 
"That will be fine, thank you." Victoria replied.
 
"No, Thank YOU for helping me control my kids," the woman responded. "Speaking of which, how long should we keep them on display in the living room?"
 
"Another half hour should be enough for tonight,” Vikki said. "But you might consider putting them in jammies right after dinner for the next few days - just to remind them to behave."
 
"I will do that," Mrs. Edwards smiled. "Thanks again."
 
"No problem,"  Victoria responded. "OK, girls, let’s go back home now.”
 
End of Part Four



   


    
   
 
 
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