Jessica Lynn Part I

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This story is fiction and contains themes which some may consider to be of an adult or offensive nature. If you are not an adult under the laws of your state or country do not proceed further. This story is for entertainment purposes only and may not represent the viewpoint of the author or the electronic source. All characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance of any kind, to real people living or dead, is purely coincidental.


I suppose it is important that I first give you some background on myself, else this narrative might not carry the same import as I would like. I am approaching the middle age of my life. Although to some, particularly some of my more cynical students, I would appear to be approaching my dotage. However, one should not accept that fact simply because others believe it. Suffice it to say that I am fast approaching that magical age of fifty years. It is a time when one has much to look back on as well as much to look forward to. I was happily married, although my wife passed almost twenty years ago, but not before giving me four wonderful and beautiful daughters to raise. I might also add that I am vested in a very satisfying position as Professor of History at a medium sized east coast college.

It is my position at the college that has called back memories of a certain young lady named Jessica Lynn. She is a young lady that I first met about twenty years ago when I first moved to this community after my wife died. At the time, I was desperately trying to re-establish my life and at the same time provide a good homelife for the girls.

At times our life was a bit trying. I suppose that comes with the territory of a father trying to raise four girls on his own. It was especially trying in that the girls ages were simply spread out over all the potentially problematic ages. Mary Beth, who at the time was 14, was experiencing all the typical teenage, pubescent problems one can expect from a girl of that age. Boys, teachers, other girls, more boys, and anyone in authority were viewed with equal parts awe, anger, love, respect, and condescension. Jennifer Marie who was 12 was my little athlete, actively engaged in soccer, basketball, and baseball--not softball. Meghan Kathleen was 9 and an absolute tomboy in whose eyes mischief fairly danced. And finally there was 5-year-old Danielle Elizabeth, my feminine little angel who loved to be cuddled, read to, and tickled. Now, while my daughters were usually well-behaved there were frequent occasions when the paternal palm had some lengthy conversations with the bottoms of the aforementioned daughters.

What led me to this community was the nurturing environment that seemed to emanate from a college town. The school system was perfect for my children, and the college had offered me a position as Associate Professor. All was wonderful, except for one small factor that I was soon to discover. And that factor, lived next door in the person of nine-year-old Jessica Lynn. Jessica Lynn was to become Meghan's best friend and the cause of not just a few visits to the family spanking chair for Meghan.

Although Meghan knew the family rules very well, it seemed that the influence of Jessie, as we came to call her, was more that Meghan could resist. So, time after time, Meghan would follow Jessie's lead in some forbidden activity, such as visiting the local construction sites or wandering down to the river, and I would ultimately find out--usually as a result of searching the neighborhood. The result would be me leading the two young ladies home for parental correction. Knowing what was in store for her at home usually had Meghan shedding a few tears on the long walk home. For she knew that once home, she would quickly be led to the spanking chair where her pants and panties would be taken down, she would be laid across my lap, and her bottom would be soundly spanked for several minutes. Of course, as was my custom, the spanking would be followed by hugs, and emphansis on her being loved, and a warning to improve her behavior.

For Jessica, there were no such tears, for as I found out, what Jessica faced was usually a scolding that amounted to five minutes of less-than-firm discussion on the part of her single mother, followed by direction to go out and play.

This problem went on for several months. I got to know Jessica's mother, Sara, quite well, as she too was an associate professor at the college. But we never discussed Jessica's behavior, that is until the spring of that year when Sara was invited to guest lecture at the University of Edinboro. She was going to be gone for two weeks and hesitated to take Jessica with her because of school. So one night, about a week before she left, Sara stopped into my office with a request for some help and some advice. Sara asked if Jessica could stay with my family during the two weeks she would be away. I said yes, and although I was tempted to place some conditions on her staying with us, I did not. It was actually Sara who took that step. I still remember the conversation.

"Will, I need to ask your advice and help on something else if I might."

"Please. Go ahead."

"As you know, Jessica Lynn is somewhat of a behavior problem. Her father left before she was two, so she has never really had a father figure to look up to."

"I'm very sorry, Sara."

"Well, recently, she has spoken to me of how much she likes you and how she envies the relationship your girls have with you."

"I have to admit that I find that very touching. I do care for Jessie very much as well."

"I know, I've seen that when you are outside playing with your girls and Jessie. But what I have to ask is somewhat embarrassing for a parent."

"Please. Don't be embarrassed. I'll help if I can."

"I can't help but notice how much better behaved your girls are than my Jessie. Well, that is except when Jessie and Meghan seem to get into some trouble together. How is it that you maintain such marvelous behavior with your girls?"

I remember thinking about that question for some time before answering. I was somewhat concerned that my disciplinary techniques might meet with some disapproval amoung my colleagues. But after some thought, I decided to press ahead.

"Well, Sara, I believe the secret to having well-behaved children is to demonstrate a certain strictness and consistency when it comes to enforcing family rules."

"Oh, Will, come on. Let's not beat around the bush here. Please, I'm coming to you for advice. I want your help. I don't need generalities and educational mumbo-jumbo from Child Psych I. Please, help me. Why do your girls toe the line most of the time?"

Again, I hesitated and thought carefully before I spoke.

"Sara, it's very simple. Each of the girls knows that, without any exception and without any chance of reprieve, misbehavior, disobedience, disrespect, or any one of the other childhood naughtinesses, will be answered with a good, sound, old-fashioned, over-the-knee, bare-bottomed spanking. On rare occassions I have spanked one of them on her panties, but I usually spank bare hand to bare bottom. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes. Yes it does. And obviously, your methods have worked. And perhaps that might be what Jessica is in need of so desperately."

"Perhaps it is. One never knows until one tries."

"Then I have but one more request."

I almost feared what I was certain was coming next. But I decided that were the request made, I would endeavor to aid this young mother in an attempt to straighten out her child.

"And what might that request be?"

"During the two weeks that I am away, would you please consider Jessica to be one of your daughters. And should she misbehave in any way, would you please feel free to discipline her in the same manner as your own?"

"I will do that, but only under certain conditions."


"The first condition is that when you return from your trip, you will, without fail, continue to discipline in the same fashion."

"I agree, if you will help me learn the proper technique. I do not want to be a child abuser."

I thought for a moment, whilst staring at this young woman who, if the truth be stated, looked to be no older than sixteen or seventeen herself, slight of build, much more girl-like than mother in her appearance.

"Yes, Sara, I will help you in whatever way is necessary."

"What are the other conditions?"

"There are three. The second is that you must agree that if Jessie needs correction, it will be entirely in the same manner as my daughters. By that I mean, if Jessie is to be spanked, she will very likely be spanked on her bare bottom."

"I understand, agree, and totally support that, Will. What are the other conditions?"

"The third is that Jessie be told of this arrangement in complete detail. I do not want a nine-year-old girl surprised when a man my age takes her pants and panties down, lays her over his lap, and proceeds to smack a very personal part of her anatomy for several minutes."

Sara laughed at that. Actually, it was more of a giggle--a sound that made her appear all the more girl-like in my eyes. I found myself thinking how attracted I was to this cute young lady. I admit that her green eyes and dark brown, shoulder-length hair had me fairly mesmerized by that point. She nodded her head as she laughed.

"I believe it is only fair that Jessie understand what is in store for her should she step out of line. Was there another condition?"

"One last one."


"When you return, I would like to take you out to dinner."

Her smile set the room aglow for me.

"I'd like that very much, Will."

With that we shook hands and Sara left, presumably to speak with Jessie. Since she was leaving two days hence, it made sense that she would have to speak with her daughter very soon.

Jessica Lynn entered our home two days later. Sara brought her over on the way to the airport. I walked out to the car with Sara. I wanted to see her off, and make sure our deal was intact. She reassured me before I asked.

"I spoke with Jessie last night, Will. She understands what is expected of her, and she understands what will happen if she misbehaves. I explained to her in detail, and she seemed fine with it. And I must tell you how much I appreciate what you are doing."

"Well, Sara, thank you for your trust and have a safe trip. I'll see you in two weeks."

"I'm looking forward to it, Will."

The sparkle in her eyes when she said that certainly gave me pause. She pulled away and I went into the house.

That night as the girls got ready for bed, Jessie called me into the room she was using. In the quiet of the room Jessie seemed at ease to speak.

"Thanks for letting me stay here Dr. Brett. I really like being around your house. It's really neat."

"Well, I'm very happy to have you here Jessie. Now you sleep tight, okay?"

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, as I did with my girls and turned to leave. Jessie called me back.

"Dr. Brett, can I ask you something?"

"Of course Jessie."

"My mom said that if I'm bad, you're going to spank me."

"Yes, that's right Jessie. If you're bad, you'll be spanked. But let's not have to do that, okay?"

"I've never been spanked before, yuh know?"

"Yes I know Jessie. And let's hope that it doesn't have to happen during these two weeks."

"Uh, huh, but if I am bad, I'll be spanked right?"

I nodded. But I sensed this was leading someplace, so I sat down on the bed and waited for her to continue.

"Last week when Meghan and I went down to the river and you came looking for us, you were pretty mad at her weren't you?"

"Yes I was Jessie."

"Did you spank her?"

"Yes I did."

"Did you spank her hard?


"Did you pull her pants down?"

"Yes I did."

"And her panties, too?"

"Yes, her panties, too. Why are you asking about this, Jessie."

"Welllllll, I guess I just wanted to know."

"Okay, now you know. Why don't you snuggle down and go to sleep, now."

I got up to leave. Again, Jessie called me back.

"Dr. Brett?"

"Yes, Jessie?"

"My mom just yelled at me for going down to the river."

"I know Jessie. Now go to sleep."

"Dr. Brett?"

"Yes, Jessie?"

"If I was your daughter, you would have spanked me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would have Jessie."


"Are you ready to go to sleep now, Jessie."

"I guess so. . . . . . wait, Dr. Brett."

"What is it Jessie?"

"I don't think it's fair that Meghan got spanked and I just got yelled at."

"Well, your mom and I just have different ways of handling problems."

"But if we go down to the river while my mom is away, we'll both be spanked, right?"

"Yes you will, but let's not have that happen. Okay?"


"Good night, Jessie."

I got up to leave again. And again she called me back. I really felt that I knew where this was going, and it scared me a bit. I went back to her.

"My mom should have done it."

"Done what, Jessie?"

"My mom should have spanked me."

"Yes, maybe she should have, but that's in the past, now."

"Would you do it?"

"Do what? Spank you?"

"Uh, huh."

"Jessie, that happened days ago. Why would you think I would spank you now for that?"

"Because I should have been spanked and its not fair that Meghan had to be but I wasn't and I was bad and . . . . . and . . . . and. . ."

"Whoa, slow down Jessica. Do you really think you should be spanked for what happened last week?"

"Yes, I guess so. I just don't think it was fair. Meghan was punished a lot worse than I was."

I was flabbergasted! Never in all my life had I ever heard a child ask to be spanked. My girls accepted it when they were to be spanked, but they never had asked for one. I thought very hard before I responded.

"Okay, Jessica, perhaps this is a good idea. Let's give you an idea of what you can expect for misbehavior. Get out of bed and come with me."

Taking Jessica by the hand, I led her down the stairs to my office--the spanking room as my girls called it. I closed the door behind us and led her over to the straight-back chair kept in the office for just this purpose. Sitting down I pulled Jessie close to my right leg. She was chewing on her lower lip and looking a little bit like she had changed her mind.

"Now Jessie, do you understand what is going to happen to you?"

"Uh, huh."

Her answer was a whisper. She was crossing and uncrossing her ankles nervously.

"Tell me what you think is going to happen, now."

"You're going to spank me."

"But what does that mean? Tell me everything you think is going to happen."

"I uhm. . . I guess you're . . . uhm . . . you're going to pull my pyjama pants down."


"And . . . . uhm . . . my . . . uhm . . . my panties, too."

"And then what?"

"I dunno."

Tears were starting to hang on her long lashes. Maybe she wished she could back out of this, but at this point, I was committed to spanking her.

"After I pull down your pants and panties, I am going to lay you across my lap. Then I am going to smack your bare bottom with my hand. Since this is the first time I will be spanking you, I am not going to spank you very hard. But I am going to give you about 100 spanks. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I slipped my finger tips into the elastic waistband of her pyjama bottoms and slid them down over her bottom to about the middle of her thighs. Tears were tracking down her freckled cheeks. She was wearing white cotton panties with Winnie-the-Pooh on the front. These, too, were pulled down to the middle of her thighs. Then I laid her over my lap and quickly began to spank. The first few spanks elicited very little response other than a slight squirming of her bottom at the minimum discomfort. As I continued to spank her bare bottom, it quivered and jiggled with each smack, and she began to make little noises indicating that the punishment was beginning to sting.

After twenty-five spanks, Jessie was pointing her toes and beginning to make little kicking movements with her feet. I decided that perhaps I needed to spank her a little harder, so I began raising my hand a little higher for each spank. The effect was immediate. The little noises became a low hiccupping cry that increased in volume with each succeeding spank on her increasingly red bottom.

At fifty spanks, Jessie was crying hard and wiggling from side to side. I guess around the sixtieth spank she started to put her right hand over her bottom, but I quickly grabbed it and held it out of the way as I continued to spank her. After the seventy-fifth spank I stopped.

"Is it unh unh unh over?"

"That was 75 Jessie. I'll stop now if you think you've had enough."

"How many unh unh spanks did Meghan unh get?"

"Meghan was spanked 100 times that day, Jessie."

"I should unh unh unh get the same as Meghan."

So I continued. The last twenty-five spanks obviously stung a great deal. Jessie's bottom was bright red, and she squirmed a great deal after each spank. Her crying was very loud, but she never pleaded for me to stop. Finally, I gave her the last spank and stood her up. Her face was almost as red as her bottom. Tears dripped from her chin. She was sobbing and hiccupping. And she threw her arms around my neck.

"I'm unh unh unh sorry I was bad Dr. Brett! I'm unh sorry!"

"It's okay now Jessie. It's over."

I hugged her back. I pulled her panties and pyjama pants back up and carried her up to her bed. As I lay her on the bed, she kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you unh unh Dr. Brett."

"For spanking you?"

"For being like a daddy. Thank you."

The next two weeks were to be very interesting. And what happened after was to be even more interesting.

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