CERTIFICATE OF CORRECTION PT 4a--Aunt Linnea
"There are two young ladies here to see you, Rollin," chirped Jane over the
intercom. My secretary, Jane was new-- a slim, pretty, long legged brunette of
about 30. Like many slender girls she had slim hips, but had a pouty,
teardrop-shaped ass that very nicely filled the back of the tight short skirts
she favored, which, I had to admit sheepishly, had influenced my hiring
decision. She was bright and flirty and had this cute habit of referring to me
as "boss". I liked that.
Ever since I had met Karen, my on again-- off again girlfriend, and had become
involved with her life as a juvie probation officer, I had become more involved
in the new laws permitting corporal punishment for various offenses. I had
actually witnessed corporal punishment being meted out at the Juvenile
Correction Center, and had listened to Karen's accounts of the less formal
punishments that she had given or witnessed as part of her job. Hell, I had even
"tested" the proficiency of the spanking implement she was authorized to use. It
had been fun to test it on her, less fun for me to be the test subject, but I
had to admit, when proceedings moved to the bedroom even that part had been
worth it.
So now two girls were in my lobby? Who could this be? I didn't have any
appointments and in fact I was looking forward to getting away early. I went out
to the lobby and, lo and behold, there was Erin, a niece whom I hadn't seen in
years, and with her was another girl. She was about Erin's age which had to be
about 18 by now (I did some quick calculating) and gorgeous. About 5'6", long
silky blonde hair in a Jennifer Anniston 'do, about 120 lbs and a shape to make
heads turn, she stood in contrast to petite Erin who barely topped 5'. She had
large green eyes and a look of girl-next-door wholesomeness that belied the
devastating sex appeal of her face and curvy figure. Erin was very attractive
herself and was decidedly cute. She had filled out nicely since I had seen her
last, which was very noticable given the tight slacks she was wearing. But then
she had always had a cute butt.
"Hi Uncle Rollin!" squealed Erin and grabbed me with a big hug. Erin had been
one of my favorite kids. When she had been a little girl I had baby-sat on
occasion and I had always given her something big and splashy at Christmas time.
"Rollin, this is my friend Allison. She came with me on our trip."
Allison tossed her head, smoothed her hair and said "Hi" in a throaty voice and
gave me a shy smile. Any man better watch that one, I thought.
"Erin you look great, cute as ever, but what brings you here?"
"Oh Uncle Rollin, I don't know, we may be in trouble. See-- we were on this trip
to St John's in the islands and we left to come home but one of our friends is
stuck there. We left in time but she's, well, stuck."
"What do you mean, stuck? And what were you doing vacationing? It's not spring
break is it?"
"Well," said Erin nervously and twisting her hands, " We sort of skipped out
with these guys...it was only supposed to be a weekend...but we got stranded.
But our friend, Susan...I think she's in jail."
"In jail? Erin, whatever for?" Now I was puzzled.
"Ah....I...er think its for drugs. It was in St Johns." Erin hung her head. She
avoided my eyes.
"Drugs? What kind of drugs. What were you into?" I felt a chill at the base of
my spine. Jesus! St John's of all places.
"Not much really...it was just a little. You know, some pot we bought from this
guy...it was just to try it....everybody was doing it. We didn't even know it
was illegal."
Oh brother. This was not good. St John's was a Carribean island, a British
protectorate, and very conservative, even regressive, some would say. It was a
beautiful place, but they took a dim view of drug use. As a result it wasn't
that popular with kids. Mostly older tourists went there because it was quieter.
Like many jurisdictions in the early years of the new century, St John's had
reinstituted corporal punishment for various offenses, but other than that I had
heard nothing about this out of the way place. Years ago before the new CP laws,
I had heard about prison terms for kids on vacation who got involved with drugs
thinking it was ok because the locals did it. Wrong. I guess it was good that
they got out when they did.
Then there was Aunt Linnea, a distant and somewhat eccentric aunt and family
tartar who had taken in Erin when my brother died. An old school no nonsense
aunt, she didn't brook much in the way of misconduct. She was paying for Erin to
go to school in Virginia at UVA and would not be happy to hear that her freshman
charge had taken the opportunity to skip out on a lark and head for the islands
with some boys.
"You know we are going to have to call Aunt Linnea," I ventured.
"Ooh, yes I know Uncle Rollin. Geez, she will be pissed. I know I'm in big
trouble."
"Well, no use putting it off, we'd better call her. How about your parents,
Allison?"
"You could call them, Mr Hand, but they won't care. Mother is wrapped up in her
country club stuff and Daddy is off to Europe on some business deal. They'll
just try and throw money at the problem to fix it. It's the way they are with
everything." She seemed disappointed that there was nobody interested in even
chewing her out.
"Hmm. I guess you know your folks, Allison." Poor little rich girl? I thought.
"Anyway, Erin--lets get this over with. I'll have Jane get Linnea on the line."
I tilted the phone monitor toward Erin so that the minicam pointed at her. Now
all three of us were in its field of view. The imposing visage of Aunt Linnea
came into view. In her early 50's, Linnea was a hardy and robust woman. She
owned and still worked the farm in upstate NY where Erin had lived while going
to high school. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun she was dressed in jeans and a
flannel shirt. "Hello, Rollin, nice to hear from you. Erin, what are you doing
there? You are supposed to be at school. Who is your friend? What is going on?"
Erin told her.
A frown began to settle in on Aunt Linnea's features and her eyes narrowed as
Erin spilled out the story.
"And honest Aunt Linnea, it was just supposed to be a weekend and we were going
to be back but we got stranded and..."
"Young lady, you are not supposed to be there at all. How irresponsible and
dangerous to boot! What am I to do with you, girl? If I had snuck out of school
for a jaunt like this, my father would have worn out my little fanny with his
belt. What were you thinking of? And you young lady, what's your name?"
"Allison, ma'am."
"Allison you're just as irresponsible. Both of you girls should be due for a
damn good hide tanning. Imagine! I just can't believe this!"
"I'll...I'll come home right away Aunt Linnea. I'm sorry. We came here because
our friend is in trouble. I thought Uncle Rollin could help."
"No, no, don't come home. You need to be back at school." She thought for a
moment. "I'm really angry at you Erin and you need to be punished. I've half a
mind to come there myself. You know, if you were here, you and I would be making
that long walk out to the tack room in the barn...where the harness strap is,"
she added meaningfully. She folded her arms, glaring at Erin, obviously
considering what to do. Addressing me she asked, " Rollin what is the penalty
for truancy there where you are?"
I cleared my throat and looked at Erin then back at the screen. "Well, for
habitual truancy if you are under 18 its a trip to the correction center and you
would have to get a Certificate."
"A Certificate from the correction center? Hmmm....what happens there?"
"Ah...they generally have a lecture or a video specific to the offense, that
they make the offenders watch, then..."
"A lecture? A video? Is that it?"
"No, let me finish...then the offender gets corporal punishment...actually a
spanking in a group with other offenders. And for truancy I think it's also some
licks with a paddle."
"Now that's more like it. Ok, here is what you do. Take Erin down there and sign
her up for the full treatment. She needs a right smart whipping and..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Linnea. I can't do that. You can't just march your kid down
there and say 'punish her for me'. She hasn't committed any crime in Ohio. And
besides, she's over 18."
"Well she's acting like she was 15. Skipping school. The very idea. When she was
15 she pulled a stunt like this and I thought she'd never forget it. You
remember, don't you Erin? We took a trip out to the barn then, didn't we?"
"Yes, Aunt Linnea, I do," said Erin miserably. "You gave me good licking with a
harness strap. It hurt like anything."
"Hmm...but it didn't make a big enough impression I see. I'll have to think
about what to do with you....wait, I know. Rollin, do you still date that
corrections officer? What's her name?"
"Karen. Yes, I still see Karen." You couldn't keep a secret in this family. As
the last batchelor, word of any relationship was duly noted and closely watched.
"Then here is my solution. Erin needs to get back to school, pronto. She also
needs to be taught a good lesson for this little fiasco. I will help her out of
any lingering trouble down there and I'm hiring you to do it, Rollin, but I want
you to ask Karen to punish Erin privately, just like a truant in your
jurisdiction...whatever they get. Will she do that, off the record, so to
speak?"
"Ah, well, I don't know, I mean, Erin how do you feel about this?" Even as Erin
opened her mouth, Linnea cut in. "It doesn't matter how SHE feels about it,
Rollin. She needs to be punished for this. Its either that or she can forget
about returning to school for awhile."
Erin spoke up, trying to be plucky. "It's OK Uncle Rollin." But actually she
sounded miserable. I knew that feeling. She obviously felt guilty as sin." I
know I deserve to be punished. I'll...I'll... take what's coming to me. But I'm
so worried about Susan. Aunt Linnea, please, if I take my punishment from Uncle
Rollin, will you let us help Susan?"
"I suppose, child, but first I want Rollin's friend to give you a damn good
hiding-- just like you were a high school truancy case."
Now I had to speak up. "Ah, Linnea, Karen is not here now, she's in California
with her mother, and anyway, I don't know that I could ask her to do this."
Linnea mulled this over for a minute.
"Well, Rollin, I guess that means you'll have to do it yourself. I know Erin is
your favorite niece, but if you love her, you'll be my 'right arm' for me and
give her the discipline she needs. A good licking from a male authority figure
will do her a world of good."
Erin looked at me, and her face fell. Then she took a breath, gathered herself
and said to me, "It's OK Uncle Rollin. I'd rather be punished by you anyway than
some stranger."
"Fine," said Linnea, "that's settled then. Rollin take Erin home with you and
call me later. Can you set up the minicam on your phone so that I can witness
the proceedings?"
"Uh...yes, I think so."
"What!?" Interjected Erin. "You mean you want to watch Uncle Rollin punish me?"
"Why of course child, you don't think I'd just leave it up to the two of you.
You'd twist him around your little finger and have him thinking he was killing
you. Oh, no, I'm going to be right there and make sure the job is done
properly."
"Now wait a minute, Linnea..." I was indignant. How dare she impugn my resolve
to do this right! I could mete out sufficiently severe and just correction to
Erin, no problem... cute little Erin, my favorite niece...Ok, ok, she had a
point.
"I'm sorry Rollin. I don't mean to doubt your good intentions, but we do this my
way. Can we do this tonight?"
"It might be better tommorrow, Linnea. Erin might need time to think about it,
and I may need to... ah...get some things." I was thinking about a suitable
punishment implement. I didn't have a collection of paddles just lying around.
"I agree. She should have some time to reflect upon her upcoming chastisement. I
know it really put me in the right frame of mind to receive a correction when I
knew it was coming and I had time to think about it. So ok, 8pm tommorrow
night?"
"Yes, we'll call you when we are set up and ready."
"Oh and Rollin. I think this girl should get a sound paddling so I want you to
make sure you have a real punishment paddle, not some toy, understand?"
"Ive seen what they do at the correctional center Linnea. I'll get the
right...er, implement."
Linnea hung up and the screen went blank. There was a nervous silence. Erin's
face was crestfallen. She probably couldn't believe this was happening.
"Whew, Erin you really did it, kid."
"Oh, Uncle Rollin, I just feel so bad...mainly for Susan. After you...you know
paddle me or whatever, promise you'll help."
"I'll do what I can. I have a friend down there. I'll call him. Meanwhile here's
cab fare. Go to my house and cool it for awhile. I'll be home soon and we'll see
about going out. Even the condemnned gets a last meal, right?" I tried to say
this with a smile.
Erin nodded glumly, then brightened up. "Thanks, Uncle Rollin, you're the best.
Really."
"I hope you can say that by 8:30 tommorrow night, sweetheart."
Erin gave a little wince at this last remark and put her hands on her hind end
protectively as if in anticipation of the next night's activities. And I
couldn't help but notice the way her cute butt wiggled in those tight slacks as
she walked out. I also noticed that Allison had seemed excited, hanging on every
word of the exchange between me and Linnea. And last but not least was the rear
view of Allison's sumptuous ass filling out and swelling the back of the short
dress she was wearing. Now there's a behind made for spanking, I thought.
When the girls left, Jane came in. "Wow, boss, are you really going to give that
cute little thing a spanking?"
"What, you were listening in? Maybe you deserve what she's going to get." OOps.
I was joking but I knew I shouldn't have said that. But Jane surprised me by
saying with a laugh, "I probably do, but go easy on me willya?" Then she gave me
another start when she peered over her shoulder and patted her butt and said,
"On the other hand with all I've got back here, maybe you should just plop me
over your knees and whale away. It'll make me be a good girl. I promise." She
said this with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She was slim but the cheeks of
her behind swelled the tight confines of her skirt.
I could play along too. "Later, I'm too tired now."
"Pooh! That's what they all say," said Jane with a pout.
"Seriously, though, I'm going to have to paddle this kid's caboose tommorrow
night. Karen's out of town and we've sort been on the outs lately anyway so...
how should I proceed?"
"You don't know how to give a girl a spanking? You just flip her over your knee,
pull her pants down and smack her fanny til she's sorry and blubbering and her
mascara's a mess."
"Hmmm...I'm afraid it has to be a bit more formal than that. Aunt Linnea wants
me to duplicate a "Certificate" punishment...with a paddle."
"So what's the problem?"
"Two things. One I don't have a Juvenile Correction paddle and Two, I may need
to set up a portable minicam link to the phone and someone may have to hold it."
Jane put her finger to her mouth reflectively, sort of cocking her head,
thinking. "I volunteer, boss. I've got an old sorority paddle, and I'll be glad
to come over and hold the camera."
The thought of Jane on the other end of that sorority paddle was intriguing. And
I could use some help if not the moral support of another adult.
"How big is the sorority paddle? I mean I've seen some that look like a 2 by 4.
In the correction center they use a synthetic that's kind of thin and has holes
in it."
"You're thinking of the ceremonial paddles with all the insignia that people
hang on their walls. Those things are 2 feet long and 3/4" thick. No, mine is
most definitely a "working" paddle. It's 18" long, counting a 6" grip, it's
maple or something, and it's about, oh, 3/8" thick and 4" wide. It looks sort of
small but it packs quite a wallop. Stings first--then burns like fire, I can
tell you. Mine is "signed" by all my sorority sisters, and for every signature I
got at least one lick---wearing nothing but panties at the time. Let me tell
you--15 firm swats with this and your niece will never miss school again."
This sounded about right. I didn't want something that would bruise or be so
heavy as to be unwieldy. And it needed to be a real punishment that would
satisfy Linnea. And last but not least, I was kind of ticked at Erin for being
so flighty and irresponsible. In truth she deserved a "good country lickin'" as
Linnea would say. It would get the message across without killing her. For her
it would be a memorable experience.
"Ok, I'd appreciate some help. Why don't you just come over at about 7:30 to my
place and we'll get things set up?"
"You got it boss, anything else?"
"Yeah come to think of it---I'm thinking out loud-- but the spanking part of a
Center punishment is done with a kind of leather smacker--it's about 100 smacks
with that prior to the formal paddling. I don't have anything like that. Karen
has one, though. But it's probably at her office, although I think at one time
it was at my place..."
Jane jumped right in on that one. "Oh, it was, was it? And pray tell what was
Karen's smacker doing at your place?"
My blush gave me away. All I got was a smirk and raised eyebrows when I said she
had brought it just to show it to me.
"What else did she show you?" Jane said impudently, then she blushed. "Sorry
boss, sometimes I just get carried away. But anyway what is this thing like?"
"It's sort of like a leather sole with a rubber facing. They call it a
'sandal'."
"Oh I don't know," said Jane, "if you have to give her a spanking too, why not
just use your hand? It'll sting just as much and you won't overdo it. I know
from experience that a sturdy male palm connecting with a female fanny can
generate plenty of heat for the seat. The main thing is to make it a humbling
experience. No girl can feel very adult when she's face down bottoms up over a
man's lap. She acted childishly should be punished accordingly."
"From experience, eh? You know this?"
"And I'm not telling....well not now, anyway, but trust me, 100 smacks from the
palm of your hand and her little hiney will be dancing. And she'll really feel
the paddle then."
I said ok to this thinking that punishing Erin with just my hand would be severe
enough. That and the paddle swats should mollify Linnea.
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