Jenny 01
'Bend over the bed and hug your pillow,' said my stepmother Ellen. 'Bare
bottom.'I raised my skirt and pulled down my panties while she stood there
impatiently, flexing the bundle of thin switches which she had made me
collect from the woods behind the house and tie up with strings to
resemble an old-fashioned birch rod. It was no use putting up a struggle.
Besides, I knew I deserved to be punished for coming home late the night
before without calling.
I lay across my bed, my feet on the floor, and took a pillow from the
headboard. Ellen moved around to my side and I buried my face in the
pillow. 'Swish... crack!' went the thin branches as they swept through the
air and landed on my backside. In hopes of reducing the sting I tried to
keep my bottom cheeks relaxed, but they tensed involuntarily from fear and
embarrassment. After a dozen or so strokes, Ellen sat down beside meand
rubbed my shoulder. 'That's a good girl,' she said. 'Now fix your
clothes.' I pulled up my panties but remained on the bed, rubbing the
sorest spots on my bottom. I was unable to face my father and brothers,
who were hanging around downstairs digesting Sunday dinner. I hoped that
I would not be too uncomfortable sitting through my classes the next day.
Suddenly I thought of something. Getting up, I opened my closet. There
was a full-sized mirror on the inside of the door. With my back to the
mirror I lifted my skirt and peered back over my shoulder. I tugged at the
bottoms of my panties with one hand, pulling them down, then letting them
find their natural position again. It didn't matter what I did: the
network of fine red lines was clearly visible not only on my lower fanny
but also on the tops of my thighs. I would have to skip gym class for a
while, especially since our current activity was swimming.
