Janus’s bare bottom wiggled, as she kicked her legs and waved her hands about in mid- air. She started to display a strong burst of independence by pushing herself up and off Marty’s lap, even though she knew it would only make her spanking worse.
Marty firmly pushed her down and grabbed one of her wrists, trapping it behind her lower back. Just a minute, you hold it right where you are, young lady. Where do you think you are going? If you continue to struggle, I guarantee this will be much worse than what I have planned.
“Okay, I will stay put.”
“Please don’t make this worse.”
Crack! The paddle landed and the girl was stunned as the racquetball wooden paddle met bare flesh, sinking into the young woman’s rear that trembled in pure horror. Janus immediately moaned in anguish and bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming. The last thing she wanted was for her cries to be heard in the adjacent school’s intersecting hallways outside the Heads office.
Janus’s boss used a flick of his wrist to have the paddle do its job, letting her offspring. know this was serious business. She did not appreciate being called to the school to spank a daughter unable to follow the laws of civil society. After Marty had delivered around two dozen with the paddle, he noted the ongoing paddling had not broken the naughty fairy, and that needed to change.
There were neither feminine squeals nor tears of contrition acknowledging her shoplifting. Marty continued the paddling on Janus covering, her sit-spot where the bottom was most tender. Janus’s bottom cheeks were already a raspberry red. The additional swats made the area appear as fiery red with oval blotches on each cheek.
The paddle swats were given in a strict and brisk manner, as Janus tried to remain stoic.
Spank! Whack! Crack! Slap! Swat! Squeals replaced gasps, while sporadic tears were replaced with a near-constant stream of tears which illustrated her woes. The combination of stinging wood provided by the paddle, plus the cumulative effect of multiple spanks, was a rain of tears. Janus began to realize that the baby fat on her bottom was a poor cushion to protect her from the flare burning in her bottom. Bright red with dots of fiery agitated blisters, best described the current state of the naughty fairy’s behind.
SPANK! CRACK! WHACK! SPLAT!
The high school girl sobbed. Janus’s boss, in his role of surrogate father, made sure his AP daughter felt every crack of the wooden paddle
acutely. Each spank made sure the burn was going farther into the fleshy part of her budding bottom. And then Janus tooted, and this time, it had not come from the flute. To Janus’s red-faced embarrassment, she had sounded a fart from between her rounded, red cheeks.
Janus started to buck up and down on Marty’s knee and felt her tummy slam into her boss’s lap, as she tried her best to protect her burning bottom from the paddle. The young woman tightly clenched her bottom cheeks together, and squirmed to save from harm her baby-fat bottom as Marty swatted the agitated and blistered round mounds.
Her daddy finally put down the paddle and told Janus the spanking was over.
Marty held Janus in place, while reminding her that he would not hesitate to take down her bell bottoms and panties she wore the next day but hoped that would not be necessary. Janus understood, if her boss and boyfriend saw fit that she deserved a spanking, he would carry it out.
Janus had a moment of clarity while over Marty’s lap. It no longer mattered how unjust. She felt the paddling was. Here, she had another opportunity to be a good employee and person. The twenty-year-old began to redress as a fairy. Janus reached back and gingerly pulled up her green panties with no joy shown on her face. Regrettably, they rubbed her paddled cherry-red bottom with light purple bruises, causing her fresh discomfort. After she wiped her tears away, she let her green leprechaun skirt float down, gently covering her spanked bottom.
It was time for Janus to return to her parade duties, and that meant sitting on a red bottom that still throbbed on the bus. As she walked stiffly down the hallway, the choral singer player fairy ignored the hum of voices. She imagined all of the dancing and musical fairy voices were discussing her spanking, but that was only in her own mind.
The result of her school-prescribed paddling was that her fairy-green skirt fit tighter across her bottom, it had become more pronounced in the green tights and the panties underneath. Her snobbery showed and as per usual it was visible to others. Janus had shown before, as he confronted her about the robbery, that look of confidence was gone.
Marty Gwynne commended Janus on her decision to apply herself to studying in the Eastern part of the Carolinas and her admission that she needed some discipline in her life, which as part of their age-play relationship would keep her bottom heated when Marty felt Janus needed a panties-down, bare-bottom spanking.
After her spanking, Janus still had to march in the parade down in between the high-rise. buildings, and do her best not to appear bowlegged in her performance in front of the Belk and Ivey St. Patrick’s Day Parade performance area. Marty watched as the exclusive furrier to both stores in the reviewing stand and could not have been prouder. than a daddy, as he looked on at Janus as she tooted her flute. Then, bent over in an fairy dance, her bottom escaped her green panty-clad bottom. And tomorrow, she would be his fairy and wrap gifts for ten hours, with a thirty-minute break when he would bring in KFC chicken with all the fixings. Then it would be off for an Irish-themed holiday downtown, where they, as a couple, would board a wagon and Janus sore bottom and thighs would have to deal with the bumps in the aged pothole filled asphalt.
“OH. Ouch, oh, ooh. Bugger this!”
Exactly, my dear. Janus, turn over and let’s go farther down that road.
“Owoo, eww, oh my, that burns sir!” Janus responded, as she reluctantly accepted a thick stem of shamrock topped wand in a most unexpected place. It was small, pink and opened up like a blossoming flower.
Janus whose cherry red bottom made sleep near impossible on her tender rear. The next day, the naughty girl would be his new gift-wrap girl right by his office on the edge of the sales floor, with a gate to keep busy bodies out of the beginning of his workspace.
Janus, Crimson Furs fairy was dressed in a short green skirt and green satin blouse trimmed in white lace, listened to the employees and their opinion of Marty Gwynne, ‘Mr. Tight Wad’, as his female employees called him, among themselves was a penny-pinching old fart!
Just for Janus, Marty devised an ingenious way to punish her right at her gift-coupon station on the wall farther down the sales floor. Mr. Tight Ass rubbed his hands together in glee as he reached behind Janus and pulled the curtains that opened Janus festive white-with green-trim panties. For Janus, the unexpected draft relieved her recently spanked cherry red cheeks.
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