Mrs. McConnal XXX

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Chapter Thirty: Over Dianne's Knees

I was ticked all night long after those women putting such an ultimatum on me. I was never any particular trouble when I came to school stoned. And besides, Mrs. McConnal might but Mrs. Wilkerson can't really tell whether I'm stoned or not.

So the only question remaining was whether to smoke just a little joint the next morning, or smoke a big one and be stoned to the max when I saw them, and them not even know it.

So after smoking a fat one about an hour before school, I got cleaned up extra good, eye drops, smoke a cigar to cover any smell. (I know smoking the stinkingest cigar I had is not most people's idea of 'cleaning up', but to me back then it was.)

While smoking my cigar I relaxed, looking over some positions from chess games, letting my mind play over the possibilities.

It was always good to see Dianne first thing in the morning and walk to school with her. As soon as we were clear of her house she stopped me and said, "You're stoned again!"

Uh-oh. "No I'm not."

"Don't give me that." she snapped. "You are, too."

"I'd better go home, then." I said, already trembling.

"Why?" she said, "It's not like you haven't showed up at school stoned plenty of times before."

"But I shouldn't today." I said. I must have been turning white.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked. After I didn't answer she repeated, "What's the matter, Jeremy?"

Backing away from her, I just said, "I just can't go to school today, Dianne. I can't." Oh, hell, if I show up like this today of all days, and those two women know it . . . oh, Lord, they'll beat me . . . oh, God, they'll beat me. They won't have any mercy on my ass today.

Then it dawned on her. "You'll get a spanking if you show up like that today, won't you?" There was a touch of laughter in her eyes.

I nodded.

"Then what the hell did you get stoned for?" she nearly yelled.

"I didn't think anyone could really tell." I said.

She put her hands on her hips taking on her 'lecture' pose. "You KNOW Mrs. McConnal can tell."

"Yeah, but I thought I could avoid her until last class."

"Who else are you worried about?" she asked.

"Mrs. Wilkerson." I said.

"Second period?" she nodded. "You thought you could fool her, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"And now you think you can't." still with her hands on her hips, "And you're not man enough to face the music."

I shook my head. "Hell no I'm not willing to face that. I can't go there, Dianne." I pleaded. "I really can't. I've got to go back home." I was terrified at the whippings I would face from Mrs. Wilkerson and Mrs. McConnal if I were to get caught in the condition today. They would be livid. I started to turn and run home as fast as I could.

But Dianne stopped me. "Then I'm going with you." she said. "I'll call the school office and tell them that you got sick on the way to school and I brought you back home. And I'll call Mama and tell her why I'll be late for school."

"You won't tell her the real reason, will you?" I begged.

"No." she replied, irritated. "No, I'm not that stupid."

On the way home all I heard was, "What a STUPID thing to do, Jeremy." And, "For being so smart you sure do some REALLY dumb things, you know that?" And, "I swear, sometimes I don't know WHERE you keep that IQ of your hidden." And, "You never cease to amaze me, Jeremy. And that's the God's truth."

Mrs. Travis was away for the day, so there was no problem at my house when I came back. Dianne called her mother and told her how she had helped poor, suddenly sick, Jeremy home and to bed. Then she called the school and told the secretary that I wouldn't be there today and why she'd be coming in late.

Then she turned to me, "You're not getting out of this that easily, though, young man."

'Young man'? What's this shit? What's she talking about? "What?"

"Don't 'what' me, Jeremy." she was mad. What about? Then she grabbed me by the arm, "We're going up to your room."

"What?" I was shocked at what was going on.

"Now!" she shot back and pulled me after her. On the way up she made it clear, "I won't make you face Mrs. Wilkerson at school this time, but you're not getting out of what's coming to you."

Dianne plans to spank me? Well, maybe . . . But she seems pretty pissed.

She shut the door hard behind her, still lecturing me, "This is real childish of you, Jeremy. Real childish. I take it you didn't even really want to or feel like you needed to get stoned, you just wanted to challenge them and now that you see you can't, you're running chicken back home."

Well, I didn't like hearing it put like that. But . . . "Dianne, I don't WANT to get whipped like they would whip me today. They just told me yesterday that if I came to class again stoned . . . "

Dianne cut me off, "Yesterday? Yesterday? Jeremy, I should drag you to both of them right now! Yesterday, for goodness sake!" The realization of what was going on in my mind then struck her, "And you got pissed and planned to rub their noses in it today."

"Yeah, but I'm not." I claimed.

"You already have!", she nearly shouted.

Panic! "You're not going to tell them are you? Dianne don't. Please."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to lie to them." she stated flatly.

Oh, please, please, lie to them Dianne. Please lie to them.

She got cold, looked me square in the eye and demanded, "Where's your hair brush?"

My hair brush? "My hair brush?"

"You heard me." she said.

I had a hair brush. I never brushed my hair with it. Actually I got it for sampling what it felt like getting my butt stung a little with one. I never popped myself hard with it. I guessed Dianne didn't plan on being so gentle.

"It's over here." I got it for her. This might be fun. I must have shown the beginnings of a grin.

"You can laugh now, young man." she said. "But you won't be laughing soon. Pull your pants down."

I couldn't help smiling now. Dianne was not just asking but actually demanding that I pull down my pants. I'll gladly take off all my clothes off for you Dianne. "Pull my pants down?" I asked as if 'are you kidding?'.

"I'm going to spank you just like I do Timmy. If you're going to act like a little child, I can spank you like you like a little child.

I had sported an erection since the first thought of Dianne spanking me crossed my mind. I had dreamed of this many times. We're all alone in the house. And she wants my pants down. My heart was racing and I couldn't help smiling at the thought of this.

Dianne pulled an armless chair into the middle of the room. Just like Mrs. McConnal does, I thought. Then Dianne sat in it, patted her lap and sternly told me to get my pants down and get over her knee. I was grinning, but apprehensively.

She had on a knee length wool skirt which she pulled up to bare her thighs. My grin increased, as did my erection.

"Dianne," I said sheepishly, "I have a hard on."

"That's OK," she said, "I'll spank that out of you. Timmy often does, too. A few licks with this brush and it'll be all gone."

She was probably right, but for now I could explode as soon as I touched those creamy thighs.

"Now." she demanded.

I blushed. Hesitated. And unbuckled my trousers and let them drop to the floor. I stood there in my underwear in front of her. My erection felt monstrous now. I was embarrassed to show it to her, but she knew it was there and demanded that I bear it. So I pulled my briefs down to my knees while bending over to try to at least not show off my boner to her. And joyously slid on to her thighs, rubbing my hard dick against both of them.

That felt so good that I slid side to side and back and forth a few times, acting as if I were getting settled. It felt fantastic, rubbing my hard dick against her bare thighs. I reached beside me and began rubbing the bottom of her thigh with my left hand, rubbing all the way back to her precious, pert, little bottom. I was on my way to pulling my hand back and sliding it under her dress, hoping maybe to slide it inside her panties and feel the smooth flesh of her bare behind, when suddenly . . .

WHAP!

It caught me by surprise. She had let me lie across her knees longer than Mrs. McConnal ever did before starting to spank me. I began to hope that we might could turn this into more than just me having my pants down. No such luck.

SPALT!

She was pretty accustomed to using a hair brush. Like she said, she used it on Timmy with some regularity, and with me it was just a matter of having a bigger target to work on, more area to cover.

CRACK!

Being as special as this was, I kept a boner much longer over Dianne's knees that I ever had with Mrs. McConnal. With Mrs. McConnal it went away almost as soon as the licks started falling, but Dianne was different.

WHAP!

With each lick I thrust my pelvis over and over again into Dianne's lap, my hard dick finally working its way in between her legs.

The blows continued to land . . . hard. She didn't spank as fast as Mrs. McConnal. These were not pepper licks raining like hail on my butt. These were each well placed licks, landing with a ferocity intended to make each one of them count.

I still had a grip on her upper thigh with my left hand and had now gotten a grip on her ankle with my right. She told me later that I was gripping so hard that it was hurting her. I didn't mean to hurt her. I was instinctively holding on to what I had been holding when the spanking started. She said Timmy sometimes did, too.

This was starting to go on too long. It wasn't quite as much fun as it had been at first. Tears were forming, but I wasn't yet ready to get off of her lovely thighs. I could stay in this position forever, but I was ready for her to start lightening up on that hair brush.

She wasn't lightening up. If anything she was gaining momentum as she progressed. This was really starting to hurt now.

"That's enough, Dianne." I said, as steadily as I could. I really thought that, since this was half game, she would ease up. she didn't. She increased the severity of her blows.

Like Mrs. McConnal, she was working mostly on my sit spot, right down there where my butt cheeks met my thighs, the tenderest place on my butt. She was spreading the licks around generously, too; all over each cheek, on the sides of each cheek, over the tops of my thighs, inside of my thighs when I spread my legs, even in my ass crack. But she always came back to the sit spot. It got as many licks as the rest of my ass and thighs combined.

My hard on was gone. I wasn't aware when it grew soft. By then all I was aware of was my bottom. I wasn't even concerned with the fact that Dianne was getting a good look at my dick and balls as I bounced around over her lap trying to avoid the blows. Neither did it concern me that she was getting a good view of my ass hole, or that she would have firmly implanted on her memory the sights and sounds of me thrashing around on her lap like a little boy, getting his young behind severely tore up.

At some point in the proceedings I had kicked off my trousers and underpants. My shirt was up to my arm pits. For all practical purposes I was naked and in her control. Now, the thought of that before and afterwards did give me the greatest thrill. But by the time I was in this condition, I really was wanting for this to be over. I was bawling, blubbering, snot running down my face mixing with tears. If I was able to say anything I'm sure it was incomprehensible; just sobs and squalls. I think I did manage to cry out her name a few times, but I don't really know if it was intelligible or not. If so, it didn't do any good.

She kept pummeling me with that hair brush until she was ready to stop. My suspicion later has been that she kept it up until she was too tired to continue any more. And she was athletic enough that she could keep it up for a long time.

I was too tired to keep up the thrashing as well. At some point, as I had done with Mrs. McConnal, I simply gave up squirming and begging. I just collapsed over her lap, still crying like a little boy, and lay there exhausted while she continued to work on my now blistered behind.

As with Mrs. McConnal the previous spring, I was not aware when she stopped. Coming out of a frame of reference where all I knew was my butt being beaten mercilessly, I became aware that what I was now feeling on my ass was Dianne's soft hand, rubbing my bottom gently. Her tender voice was saying something I didn't understand but I could tell was meant to comfort, like the cooing of a dove.

Slowly I regained awareness of everything around me. Still crying (it still hurt) I was nevertheless content to lie there across her bare thighs, myself virtually naked, while she massaged my tender behind and softly told me how everything was alright now.

Needless to say, my hard on soon started growing again. Even after she felt me growing hard between her legs again she kept up the rubbing and cooing for a few more minutes. But before it was too late she stood me up and fetched me a wet wash rag to clean off my face with.

I stood in front of her, pants still off, in no hurry to get dressed, wishing that she was as bare as I was. She watched me clean of my face while I still caught my breath.

"Don't you EVER do this again, Jeremy. Do you understand me?" Actually I didn't. Was she mad at me for getting stoned? I was going to be doing that plenty. For trying to deceive Mrs. Wilkerson and Mrs. McConnal? Mrs. Wilkerson was fair game, but Pretty Lady was not; I did know better than that. Or was she mad at me for asking her to help in my deception?

"What?" was all I could think of to say.

"Mrs. McConnal is the closest you have to a mother right now. She probably doesn't put as many restrictions on you as you need. But this time she told you never to come to school stoned again, didn't she."

"Yes." I hung my head in shame. I knew what she was getting at, and I knew that what I had done was intentionally mean to the lady I loved the most. "Do you think I should tell her what I did?" I asked.

"That's up to you." Dianne said. "You did this as a slap in the face to her. Would she have ever done anything so spiteful to you?"

"No." I was about to cry even more now. My heart was starting to hurt more that my butt did.

"You've got the day now to think about it." Dianne went on. "I think it's a good bet that she will be by this afternoon to check on you, your dad being away and all. When she hears you're sick, she won't just brush it off, you know that. You try to spite her, and she's going to be worried about you. Feel like a big shot now?"

"No. I won't do this again." I looked Dianne in the eyes now, "I really won't, Dianne."

Feeling a breeze around myself below the waist I remembered my nakedness. standing so close to Dianne I couldn't resist the urge to gently take her in my arms and kiss those succulent lips.

Our mouths opened and tongues caressed, my arms tightened around her and one hand slipped lower down to her perfectly shaped bottom. My dick, which was already hard, became like a rock. I wanted to thrust it inside her so bad I was ready to punch it right through her dress.

Oh, God, I had no idea a kiss could be like this!

She was enjoying this as much as I was, but in more control of the situation than I. She broke the kiss and said, "I better go now. I'm late already."

I hugged her again, this time without kissing her. Stroked her hair and took a deep sigh, and kissed her on her cheek.

Before letting her go, with my arms still around her waist, I said softly, "I'm gonna get you one of these days, Dianne Nobel. You do know that, don't you?" (That was the most presumptuous thing I had ever said to anyone. How dare I say that to her, even though she's my best friend I was still just 13.)

She snuggled up close to me for one more moment before taking her leave and said, "I know. . . . One of these days."
 

The End