Sunday, September 28, 2008

Truants - Part Two

That night Ben, Joan and Mary Beth where sitting around the kitchen table eating supper. Mary Beth was sitting on a small pillow. More for show that the pain.

Ben looks at his daughter. "Mary Beth what happened to you today. Why the pillow."

She didn't say a word. She looked down at her dinner plate.

Joan pipes in. I caught her playing hooky from school today. Her and her friends where at the shopping mall."

"Oh, I suppose your mother spanked you and that's why you're sitting on that pillow."

"Yes daddy." Ben looks over at his wife, then back to his daughter.

Shaking his head. "Mary Beth. Do you think that someone who plays hookie should be spanked."

She shakes her head no. "No I don't papa. I'm too old to be spanked like that."

He looks at his wife. "Do you actually think that someone who plays hooky should be spanked Joan, my love."

She shakes her head yes. "Yes I most certainly do."

"Well than what about you."

"What about me. I didn't play hooky from school"

He smiles. "No my dear, you played hookie from work. Just as bad.

She looks at her husband. "Ben, I just wanted to take the day off from all that work."

He stands up. "Young lady, it's all the same thing to me. He grabs his wife by the ear.

Before she realizes what's about to happen, he pulls her to her feet. "Ben what are you going to do."

"Spank you for playing hooky of course, what's good for the goslet, is good for the gander."

She puts her hand up to her ear and tries to to pull it away. "Ben no, I'm your wife and much to old to be spanked like a child."

"Young lady, you're not to old for what I'm about to do to you."

Ben pulls her down to their bedroom and stops at the door, letting go of her ear. "Into the bedroom young lady."

"Ben, No, I won't let you."

Swat. "OOOOOO."

"Get in there young lady."

As Joan went into the bedroom, Ben picked up her hairbrush. One very much like the hairbrush, she had used on Mary Beth earlier. She is pulled over to the bed and turned over his knee. Ben no, stop this, this instance."

Mary Beth got up from the kitchen table and snuke down to her parents bedroom and stood just around the corner of the door, out of sight."

Then she heard it.

"Ben no wait." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Ben, oh my god no. This isn't right." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Oh no. Mary Beth can hear." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

Ben stops spanking his wife and she hoping it's over tries to get up. But he's holding her too tightly over his knee. "Perhaps Joan my love, she'll learn a lesson. In that no one is above getting there tails tanned when they play hooky. Her from school, you from work."

He then continues to spank her soundly. By now she was crying. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

Joan's backside was hurting as much as she knew her daughters must have during her spanking.

Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."

Mary Beth heard the spanking stop and rushed down to the kitchen. She didn't want to get caught listening in on her mothers spanking. It was five minutes before Ben joined her at the table. Joan didn't come out of her bedroom all night. Not because she was sent to her room, like Mary Beth had been. But because she was too mortified to come out and have her daughter see her after being spanked like that.

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