On the Spot Can Be Better

 

This is my very first Tuttle story. The story posted earlier (Typical Tuttle MIL) is my most recent and there are several in between. It's difficult for us to know what stories to post here. Please feel free to add anonymous or named comments giving us some direction on the kinds of stories you want.  

Previously Mary Ellen had dropped her teens off at school and now had just left the convenient store after picking up some snacks for this morning's bridge game. She was heading over to Betty Sue's where today's game would be played. The Tuttle bridge group met three times a week and rotated both location and snack duties.

Mary Ellen was in no hurry. She had plenty of time, but wanted to get to Betty Sue's early as this way she'd get to hear the “juiciest gossip”.   She was driving on a section of road that passed the closed processing plant. The plant was closed eight months ago, another victim of the recession that hit hard so many Southern towns like Tuttle. Prior to closing this section of road would be bustling with traffic, but now the entire area was devoid of both traffic and people. Not paying particular attention to where she was, Mary Ellen drove at a speed consistent with the location and traffic or rather lack of traffic. Unfortunately, she quickly learned as she heard the siren, that was significantly faster that the posted speed limit.  

When she rolled down her window to address the police officer, she immediately recognized him as Sheriff Carter, Betty Sue's husband! This was NOT good. Sheriff Carter was also an elder in her husband's church and well a respected member of the community.

Before she could say anything, Sheriff Carter addressed her, “Mrs. Bonner, is something wrong? I mean, are you in a hurry for a reason?”

“Oh, Sheriff, I am sooo sorry! It's just so deserted around here... Well, I... well, I just wasn't paying attention...”

“Yes, but I clocked you going 53 in a 30 mile an hour zone. That's 23 miles over the posted limit. Much as I'd like to, Mary Ellen, I simply cannot let you off. Tell you what... I'll write you up for going 43. That'll will save you significantly on both the fine AND points.”

All Mary Ellen could think about was what her husband, Carl, would say. For certain he'd have her get out her old sorority paddle or even worse his prison strap. Either one of those instruments hurt something awful. It further meant sitting for some time would be most uncomfortable if NOT impossible.

“Ummm, Sheriff, wouldn't it be better to dispense discipline immediately rather than the slow court process? I mean, Carl preaches all the time about how punishing immediately after the infraction is the preferred way to teach a lesson,” muttered a worried Mary Ellen.

“Yes, he certainly does. Pastor Carl believes that delivering sound punishment as soon as possible after observing bad behavior is the best policy. Why don't I have my radio patched over to phone line and call Carl right now?”

“Well umm, Carl left early this morning to see the bishop in Culver County. He should be back around noon tomorrow. Sheriff, would you consider handling this yourself? I mean, umm... I know you spank your girls and... Betty Sue... well, she says you warm her backside whenever she misbehaves,” intoned a tense Mary Ellen. She knew she was on solid ground about the Sheriff spanking his wife. After all, this was Tuttle and in Tuttle, all husbands spanked their wives.  Indeed, this was the case for ALL of the wives in the bridge club.

The spanking of daughters by fathers was also very common. In some Tuttle families, however, bare bottom spankings from dad were only used when spankings from mom where not proving effective.  In those situations, after dispensing sound spankings to misbehaving daughters, it was quite common for dad to “vent” his displeasure with mom. This “venting” often took the form of a strap applied hard on a bare backside.

Sheriff Carter totally surprised by Mary Ellen's request, came back with, “Umm, I suppose I could, but did Betty Sue ever give you a sense of what this involves?”

“Betty Sue says you spank really, really hard. My Carl is no slouch when it comes to dispensing discipline. You know many single moms enlist Carl to deal with their poorly behaving daughters, so unfortunately, when I behave poorly, I get the benefit of Carl's vast experience. Oh please, Sheriff, can you help me here?”

Sheriff Carter has also been asked by parents to “deal with” misbehaving teenagers, and he has a well-polished service belt to prove it. On occasion, he has even been asked by angry husbands to deal with their misbehaving wives before they picked them up from jail in the morning. Naturally, those husbands would demonstrate their extreme displeasure upon arriving home.

So not being totally in unfamiliar territory, Joe Carter responded, “Well, I suppose it's the least I can do with Carl out of town. Get in your car and follow me through the gate into the closed plant.”

“Oh thank you, Sheriff!”

~00O00~

Upon exiting their cars, the Sheriff used his key to open the entrance to the plant office. He turned on the lights and directed Mary Ellen to the conference room. He then commanded, “You get ready, and I'll be back shortly. I'm going to radio in that I'll be “off radio” while I'm checking out the plant.” With that he headed back to his cruiser.

Mary Ellen knew what she had to do, so she stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her dark blue skirt. She removed her skirt and then took off her brief silk slip. As quickly as she could to avoid a ton of embarrassment, she unhooked her stockings and shimmied out of her girdle leaving her stockings hanging loosely on her thighs and her full cut, yellow nylon panties in place. Naturally, when Carl told her to get ready, she had to remove everything below the waist. She was hoping that Sheriff Carter would permit her to retain some degree of modesty and allow her to keep her pants up until she was over his knees. (This was the way Carl handled their teenage daughters.)

~00O00~

Indeed, the process of “preparing” for her daughters was actually very similar to what Mary Ellen was doing today. After being sentenced to a spanking, they would be told to “prepare” and then go to their father's study.  The girls well knew what was expected.  Upon receiving this command, each would go to their room and remove all clothing except blouse, bra and panties.  They would then walk downstairs to Carl's study. Failure to report dressed “appropriately” or needless delay would be grounds for “extra” spanks.  These “extras” would be delivered on their bare, tender thighs prior to the start of the scheduled spanking.

 

~00O00~

After informing his dispatcher that he'd be away from his radio for the next 30 to 45 minutes, Sheriff Carter returned carrying a large, heavy wooden hairbrush. Mary Ellen was surprised to see this brush; she expected Carter to use his famous service belt. Now this brush was well known to Mary Ellen as it was her husband who purchased a huge quantity and distributed to all husbands in his congregation. There were two in her house: one in Carl's study and another in their bedroom. (Mary Ellen was most embarrassed when her older daughter discovered purely by accident that brush in her bedroom. There was simply no way to explain it as her daughter had experienced the hairbrush on many occasions, so she knew what it was used for.)

Upon seeing Mary Ellen in her tightly stretched yellow panties, Joe Carter queried, “Um... Mary Ellen... you do know that all spankings in our house are applied on...”

Before he could finish, Mary Ellen interrupted, “Yes, of course, Sheriff. It's strictly bare bottom in our house as well. Carl always removes our girls' pants, but only once they are over his knees. Do you think... umm... I mean would it be OK if...”

Now it was Joe's turn to interrupt, “Of course, Mary Ellen. That would be fine. Actually, it is a good idea!  So, let's get you into punishment position.”

As he spoke, Joe took off his tie, loosened his collar, and rolled up his sleeve.  He then grabbed one of the high-backed armless chairs and sat down.  Mary Ellen moved quickly to place herself over Joe's knees with her head just inches off the floor. She placed both hands on the floor on one side and her toes on the floor on the other.  Without being asked, she then lifted herself on hands and feet raising her mid-section up off Joe's lap. Her intention was quite clear. This was an invitation for Joe Carter to lower her panties in preparation for the sound spanking that was forthcoming.

Joe was impressed with Mary Ellen's attitude and the way she positioned herself.  He was also impressed with the similarity of Mary Ellen's and Betty Sue's hind cheeks.  Both had firm round cheeks that were barely contained by full cut nylon panties.  Both had a crease that well defined were her bottom ended and her thighs began. Finally, even though the panties were stretched tight, the deep divide between the cheeks was evident by a well pronounced dip in the panties.

While Mary Ellen was expecting to feel Joe's hands in the waistband of her panties, what she actually felt was Joe slowly rolling down the loose nylon stockings on her right leg.  This was NOT good news.  To Mary Ellen this meant Joe intended, as part of her punishment, to place some hairbrush swats on her bare thighs.  She couldn't help the small whimper that escaped as he completed the process on her right leg.

As Joe began carefully rolling down the stocking on her left leg, he informed her, “Don't worry, Mary Ellen, for a first offense I rarely deliver swats to thighs.  At least that is NOT my plan.  I want your thighs prepared, however, in the event you fail to take your punishment like a lady. I'm sure Carl has you well trained.  Nevertheless, this is your first spanking from me, and you'll get reminder swats on your bare thighs whenever you fail to demonstrate the appropriate grace and dignity.” 

With that Sheriff Carter grabbed both sides of the yellow panties and pulled them down to Mary Ellen's knees. While Mary Ellen's cheeks were firm and round like Betty Sue's, her skin color was pale, Celtic white. Further, the sunburn on her thighs made the outline of her one-piece swimming suit quite obvious.

Once Mary Ellen knew the “decks were cleared” she lowered herself and got into as comfortable position as she could.  She then lifted both hands from the floor and crossed them in the small of her back. This was the way Carl taught her. Carl would firmly grasp the crossed wrists.  He felt this was the safest way to dispense a hard hairbrush spanking as the hands were “locked in place” and could not get in the path of the falling hairbrush - no matter how much the spanking hurt or how strong the desire to “cover up”.

Joe saw the crossed wrists and felt a need to discuss Mary Ellen's position, but first he commanded, “Mary Ellen, please remove your glasses and pass to me.  We don't want to see these damaged or scratched due to excessive movement. Next, based upon the position of your wrists, I'm guessing Carl requires this and would normally hold them firmly?”

As she handed her glasses to Joe, Mary Ellen explained, “Carl holds our wrists to prevent our hands from moving into the target area and possibly being struck by his hairbrush. He says this is the safest way.”

“Well, that is true, and it is a good process when spanking daughters,” observed Joe Carter. “When dealing with adults, however, I expect more. Betty Sue must keep her hands flat on the floor or I begin landing hard swats on her bare thighs. Shouldn't I expect the same from you? I mean, that's one of the reasons I lowered your nylons.”

“Oh please, Sheriff, this is my first spanking from you, and I don't know what to expect. Won't you please use Carl's methods this time? After all, in a way you are filling in for Carl.”

“OK, I suppose that is only fair,” said Joe as he grabbed Mary Ellen's wrists. He then tapped her right cheek gently with the heavy brush. This signaled to Mary Ellen that a serious spanking was about to begin. Having experienced many hairbrush spankings over the years, Mary Ellen concentrated on relaxing her hind cheeks leaving them loose and fleshy. The plan here is to reduce the immediate pain experienced and to reduce muscle bruising which would allow for a faster overall recovery.

Once Joe stopped the tapping, he brought the brush back over his head. At this point Mary Ellen knew that talking was over and she was about to get her bottom tanned and tanned soundly.

With Mary Ellen's bare hind cheeks perfectly positioned to receive punishment, Joe Carter slammed the brush into Mary Ellen's right cheek.   CRRACKKKK!!

“YYOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!” screamed Mary Ellen. All she could think was, 'God damn, Joe Carter spanks hard!'

A second later, Joe brought the brush down hard on her left cheek.  SSMMACKKK!  Joe, did not believe in starting slow or warmups. He believed that punishment was the objective, and he wanted the miscreants to know right from the start that they were being... punished!

And “punished” Mary Ellen felt.  When the heavy brush landed, it flattened the round globes and stung deep. Now her husband spanked hard as well, but NOT this hard.  When Carl was really angry, he used the brush to tenderize the delinquent's cheeks.  Once tenderized, Carl used the sorority paddle or his prison strap on those very sore cheeks to drive the lesson home.

Sheriff Carter had neither the implements nor the time to mimic Carl's approach.  He had to teach Mary Ellen her lesson with just his hairbrush and as quickly as possible. To that end he continued slamming the brush into twin cheeks which were clenching and unclenching spasmodically. 

Yes, clenching and unclenching... so much for Mary Ellen's plan!  The swats were so hard that her bottom cheeks on their own were clenching and unclenching while bucking up and down.  This meant that on occasion Joe delivered the heavy hairbrush on a tightly clenched, red hind cheek causing that cheek to explode in agonizing pain. 

Mary Ellen simply howled in anguish.  Thank God, Joe was holding her hands firmly for just as she couldn't contain her screams, she would never be able to keep her hands from her covering her bucking hind end.

After about five minutes of pounding the brush into Mary Ellen's now angrily red and blistered backside, Joe decided Mary Ellen had been punished enough.  He stopped spanking Mary Ellen, but this went unnoticed by her.  Her crying continued as did her bottom bucking up and down.  Joe noticed her bucking gave him a chance to raise her panties, since at the top she was high off his lap.

At this point, Mary Ellen cared little about her modesty as she was consumed with the fire raging in her still spasming bottom cheeks. Nevertheless, time being short, Joe tugged her panties back in place.  As for preserving Mary Ellen's modesty, that was a lost cause. Her clenching and bucking left nothing to Joe's imagination and... this was nothing new! His daughters and wife reacted pretty much the same as Mary Ellen.  Although truth to be told, Betty Sue could take her spankings with far less fuss and noise than Mary Ellen.

Eventually, Mary Ellen realized her spanking was over and raised herself up from the Sheriff's lap. While her skirt and slip naturally fell back in place, she pulled both back up and inserted both hands inside her panties. Each hand cupped and soothed a sore, welted hind cheek. At the same time, she was bouncing up and down while crying softly.  She then addressed Joe Carter, “Gosh that stings! What a spanking! Please, Sheriff, I've been punished enough. You don't have to tell Carl... do you?”

“Well, Mary Ellen, you did take your punishment with a good attitude. I guess Carl doesn't need to hear from me. But don't blame me if he happens to hear from Betty Sue or one of the others in your bridge club. We all know you girls blab everything.” 

“Thank you, Sheriff. You can be certain that I'll never speed again. I never want a spanking like that again and no way will I risk telling the girls about this sorry affair.”

“OK then. Mary Ellen, you can let yourself out. Now, I need to check out the shipping dock and warehouse so I can return back on patrol. Washrooms are down the hall, so you can freshen up before you head out. No, one will bother you here, so you can take your time. Just turn off the lights on your way out.”

Mary Ellen used the washroom and replaced her clothes, all, that is, except for her girdle and stockings.  No, way she'd even consider wearing that restricting device on her inflamed rear-end.

 ~00O00~

About twenty minutes later, Mary Ellen carried the snacks into Betty Sue's house. In short order they had everything set up and awaited the arrival of the other club members. As she sat down across from Betty Sue, she immediately uttered a quick “ouch!”

“Uh Oh,” remarked Betty Sue, “seems that someone is rather tender in the Southern hemispheres.”

“You can say that again,” answered Mary Ellen. “I got a good lesson with the hairbrush this morning. I am so sore!”

“Oh, you poor thing. Well... it could have been worse.”

“WORSE!!  How??”

“You could have gotten your spanking from my Joe. He spanks awfully hard! When the girls or I get it, I swear it hurts to sit down for the next week.”

It was at this moment Mary Ellen understood that the spanking she got this morning is the kind of spanking Betty Sue and her girls get routinely. All she could think was, 'Poor Betty Sue!'  Nevertheless, not to be outdone Mary Ellen had to interject, “Carl is no slouch when it comes to the hairbrush!  But the hairbrush isn't all we get!”

“What are you saying?  The hairbrush Joe uses on the girls and me was given to him and all the other husbands by... Carl, YOUR HUSBAND!   You mean to say that Carl rarely uses it?”

Before Mary Ellen could answer Sue Ellen arrived for the game.  As she was getting situated, Betty Sue asked, “Sue Ellen, did your husband happen to get a hairbrush from our pastor, Carl?”

“He sure did and that damn thing hurts like hell!” replied Sue Ellen.  “Spankings in our house have been much worse ever since.  Why do you ask?”

“Well, I just learned that Carl doesn't always use the hairbrush! Now, I always get it with that stupid brush, but Mary Ellen doesn't.  Do you think that is fair?”

“Hey, wait just a minute!” interrupted Mary Ellen, “I didn't say that.  Carl always starts out with the brush... same one as yours.  Usually, he finishes with it as well, but when he's really angry, IN ADDITION we get swats with my old sorority paddle or his prison strap.  So don't imply I'm getting off easy, Betty Sue!”

“Ohh, sorry! I guess I misunderstood!”

“WOW!  That doesn't sound too good to me either,” remarked Sue Ellen.  “If your sorority paddle is anything like our school paddle, I know what that feels like.  It is terrible!!  I got it about a dozen times in school and three times on the bare!  Last time was just before graduation.  When I came out with tears still running down, there was Bill in his car waiting for me and... laughing his head off! I could have KILLED him!”

“Good plan, Sue Ellen!  So instead, you MARRIED him and condemned him to a SLOW and painful death!”  Mary Ellen's observation was met with much laughter and merriment.

As the laughter died down, Betty Sue asked, “What was that about a 'prison strap'? And where in heaven's name would Carl get one of those?”

“Well, the warden often requests that Carl conduct services at....  Oh, look Sally Jo and Rebecca are here!  Now, let's not have any more talk about SPANKINGS today!”

“OK!”

“Amen!”

As the door opened, Sally Jo asked, “Hey, Betty Sue, do you have a soft cushion?  You would NOT believe the spanking I got from Fred this morning...”

 

~00O00~