"I didn't mean to." I said aloud, fighting tears. And yet, there it was, lying broken at my feet. Two thousand dollars! I remembered him telling me that he bought it at an auction and thought he got a good deal for "just two thousand dollars." He would be home pretty soon and I would have to tell him, and explain that it was an accident.

I had been riding my bike over to his house for six weeks - since before school was out - to water his plants and feed his dog. Three days a week. Dr. Nevins was a nice man. Maybe he wouldn't be mad. Maybe he could fix it. I looked at the pieces at my feet - little springs and wires, pieces of wood, broken glass. He loved old clocks. Must be about fifty of them all over his house. Maybe that's why his wife moved out two years ago. Maybe that's why he never had kids of his own.

Dr. Nevins isn't a doctor like for sick people. He's a history teacher at the university. Wears bow ties. I think he's kind of funny, and he's usually nice. His hobby is clocks.

I heard his MG coming up the driveway. For such an "expensive toy," as my Mom called it, it sure was noisy.

I decided to tell him right away. I would just point. While crying! I'll offer to pay for it. I hoped my sympathy plan would work.

"What's the matter, Laura?" he said, when I opened the front door.

"I broke it." I said and pointed through the door to his den, beginning to cry.

He looked at the remains of his newest antique clock and then back at me. "My God!" He finally said and went over to pick up some of the pieces and set them on the table by the window. "How did this happen? I told you never to let Gus in this part of the house!"

"It wasn't Gus, Dr. Nevins. It was me. I'm sorry. I'll pay for it."

He questioned me about how it happened and explained that he couldn't replace or fix some of the broken parts. He also pointed out that there was no way I could ever pay for it. Then he surprised me, "I broke something at your age, and got the spanking of my life!" His voice wasn't angry. "Of my life." He repeated, almost a whisper.

"I'm so sorry." I said.

He studied me. "I'll have to tell your mother. Maybe she will have two thousand dollars." He wasn't being mean, just asking, although we both knew there was no way Mom could come up with that kind of money.

"No!" I pleaded. "Please don't tell her. I'll pay you back. It will take a long time, but I'll do it!" I was trying to sound brave, although it would take years at ten dollars a week... and I wanted the ten dollars. It was a big help.

"Perhaps a spanking then." He said.

I didn't know what to say. "Oh." Was all that came out.

"Lots of spankings, actually, because I wouldn't want to hurt you, Laura. Couldn't give you two thousand spankings all at once!" He was quiet a minute, letting this idea sink in. "And I like how you take care of the plants. I like it that you were honest and admitted that you did it. And I know you need the money, or at least think you do. But you must accept some kind of punishment, Laura. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir. And then could I keep getting paid, or at least some of the money?"

"Not so fast, Young Lady." He said, scratching his chin with his left hand. "We need to work this out. You're only twelve years old and very lucky to have such a nice job. Are you willing to accept spankings? And it would take lots of spankings to pay for this." Another chin scratch. "That way I could keep paying you, and your mother wouldn't need to find out you broke such an expensive antique."

"OK. Yes, anything you say. I'll accept the spankings... and for lots of weeks, too, because I know it was expensive and I shouldn't have picked it up, trying to look inside at the little people who come out on the wheel."

"Go over to the couch. And take off your shorts." He said, pointing to the couch in the living room.

"But..." I didn't know what to say.

He pointed, arm straight as an arrow.

I walked into the living room from the large foyer with Dr. Nevins right behind me. He sat on the couch and motioned for me to pull down my shorts.

"But..." My hands were on the snap in front, but I hesitated, figiting with the brass snap in my fingers. "But..."

"Maybe I should just call your Mother, Laura, if you're not going to accept your spankings. And some of the spankings will be hard!" He slapped his right fingers onto the side of his left hand, making a loud smack sound. I jumped. "And this will take many weeks before the debt is paid. It's your decision."

I unsnapped the front of my yellow shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. I could feel myself blushing, but also noticed a different sensation. The twitch in my groin surprised me. He must have seen my acceptance of the spankings because he nodded as I slowly pulled down my zipper. That tingly feeling grew as I pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom.

"Hold still, Laura. I'll help you." He sat on the front edge of the couch and pulled down my shorts for me. I tugged my panties up as he slid the shorts down my legs.

My hands crossed in front of my white, cotton panties as I stepped out of the shorts. I felt suddenly embarrassed by the pale blue teddy bears on them, like little kid panties. Dr. Nevins motioned for me to put my hands at my sides. I did, trembling inside, but acutely aware of the other growing feelings.

"Panties, too." He said.

"No!" I gasped. My hands crossed in front of my panties, hiding my pussy area from his sight.

He said, "Laura." And waited.

I didn't answer. I wasn't even sure if he was asking a question or telling me to do something. Then he motioned with his hand for me to put my hands at my side again, so I did, feeling more tingles between my legs as I put my arms at my sides.

"Laura." He said again. It was his habit to repeat things to me. I thought it another quirk of an old professor. I wasn't sure how old he was, but his hair was about half gray and there wasn't very much of it on top. He was physically fit - slender, but not skinny, wiry.

"Laura, these panties will never do for a spanking. Turn around."

I turned around, and he motioned for me to turn around again, but slower. This time, when my back was to him, he patted my bottom. I started to continue turning but he put a big hand on each of my hips and held me still. He patted my bottom harder and I hoped that this was what he meant by spankings.

After a minute of patting - all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs, even the sides of my hips - he said, "Laura. These will never do. I can't see where I'm spanking you. I can't tell if I'm spanking hard enough to make your bottom red. You must either take these off... or...."

"Or what?" I finally asked, being careful not to sound smart-aleky.

"Hold still. Let me go check something. I'll be back in a minute. Take your shoes and socks off. I don't want dirt on my couch." He stood and went upstairs.

I took off my shoes and socks and waited.

He came back into the room with something wadded up in his hand. With his left hand he motioned for me to face away from him again as he sat down in the very center of the big couch. "Legs apart." He said.

I put my legs apart, wondering what he had in his right hand. I felt him hold some kind of silky material up against my bottom. Then he put his hands on my right thigh, just above my knee - one hand on the outside and one hand on the inside, circling my thigh in both hands. He slid his hand upwards, stopping just a half inch from my panties. "These might fit you, Laura. Loose, but they might fit." He said. "Some of my ex-wife's panties. I've been meaning to get rid of all her things for two years, just never got to it. Turn around."

I turned around and looked at the silky panties - a red pair and a similar white pair, with thongs in the back. The front of each pair was sheer and lacey, with like a little bow on the waistband. I could see his hand clearly through the lace, and felt another surge between my legs, like when I rub myself. The panties were so sexy. My Mom didn't have any like that. Neither did I.

"Your choice, Laura. For your spankings you can either take these off..." He put his finger in the waistband of my white, cotton, teddy bear panties and tugged, but only pulled them down an inch. "Or you can wear a pair of these. It's your choice again, Laura, but I can't spank you wearing those thick, cotton panties."

If I wore the thong panties he could see my whole bottom, but if I took my panties off he could see everything! But they looked so sexy. I wanted to try them on. "The red ones." I said, surprising myself, and feeling more tingles as I held my out for the sexy, red ones.

He handed them to me and I walked over to the downstairs bathroom with them. The tile floor in the foyer felt cold to my bare feet. My whole tummy was tingling. I felt all mushy inside as I changed, leaving my white ones in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I could see right through the sheer, red lace. They were so pretty. My bald crack was visible through the sheer panties.

I walked back and stood in front of him, holding up the front of the large panties, so they wouldn't fall down as I walked. He motioned for me to turn around. "Stop." He said quietly when I was facing away from him. Dr. Nivens patted my buns again. All over. He pinched both cheeks between his thumbs and fingers, with his thumbs close to my poopie hole. He pulled my bottom far apart and watched my buns jiggle back into place. He did it again. "Relax, Laura. I need to get your bottom relaxed for the spankings. Relax your ass muscles. I can tell the shape of your swimming suit. Such a pale bottom, and long, tanned legs."

As he patted, squeezed, and jiggled my bottom, I tried to relax my ass as he said, but I was so nervous inside it felt like I would faint. "Feet apart."

I moved my feet apart several inches.

"Wider." He said. His voice was calm.

I put my feet farther apart - at least shoulder width, like we did for exercises in gym class. My hands were on my hips, holding up the baggy panties.

Smack! The first spank took me by surprise. I took a step forward, away from him.

"Hold still, Laura." His voice calm. "Feet apart. Wider."

Smack! I held still this time, but did tighten my bottom, waiting for the next one.

"Feet apart," He said. "Bend over. Touch the floor. Then you won't have to worry about them falling down. I will get smaller panties for you tomorrow, Laura. You'll have several different styles and sizes to choose from Thursday. You will only wear them here. Only for your spankings. Understand?"

I could hardly hear his words I was so shakey in my tummy. Smack! "Feet apart. Hands on the floor. Both hands. The panties will stay up."

I complied. "Yes, Sir." I could feel that my skin was flushed - embarrassment and excitement combined. My light complexion flushed at the slightest embarrassment.

"Good, Laura. I will be putting you in a variety of spanking positions, so just get used to it. Do whatever I tell you and do it quickly. Follow my directions, even if it sounds silly. I'm testing your obedience. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I know."

"And these panties will work today. I can see my handprints on your pale bottom. So pale under your swim suit. Nice. Keep in position." He gave me several soft spankings. The air felt cold between my legs so I knew I must be very wet. I just hoped he didn't notice. The panties were pretty loose and maybe he could see more. I sure hoped not. As he continued to spank my right cheek with his right hand, I felt the cool air as the panties hung down farther and farther as he spanked and jiggled me. The loose panties were suspended below my pussy, barely staying on.

"How much do you weigh, Laura?" He asked while spanking quickly but softly. "Try to keep your bottom relaxed."

"Ninety one." I said.

"Yes. I'll definitely have to get smaller panties for you to wear for future spankings. Relax it. I can tell you're very tense. Relax it." He continued spanking softly, sometimes pinching one of my buns and pulling me open to make my ass jiggle.

As I concentrated on relaxing my bottom I could tell it was jiggling more when he spanked me or pinched and pulled my bottom. He had me put my feet farther apart and bend even lower. I was all tingly inside. Wet and tingly. "This is so embarrassing." I said softly as he pinched and pulled my bottom. I could tell I was doing better at keeping it relaxed because it jiggled more.

"Yes. Of course it is. You were a bad girl. The embarrassment is part of your punishment. You must accept that, too. Do you understand?"

He was pulling my bottom wide open - stretching my ass and pussy open, then letting go as my skin and muscles snapped back into place. I just hoped there was enough material where the thong in the back blended into the wider triangle in front, so he couldn't see my bare, wet pussy. "Yes, Sir. I understand." I said, blushing and tingling. My voice sounded nervous to me - a hoarse whisper.

"Very good, Laura. You can follow directions. You are able to relax your bottom. Much better. Can you feel the difference when you relax it?"

"Yes, Sir. I can tell. I'm trying as best I can."

He had me stand up and then lay across his lap for ten firm spankings. They didn't sting too much, but each spank made a slapping noise. "If you keep your bottom relaxed and lift it up, then the spanks won't be nearly as painful. Close your eyes."

With my eyes closed it was almost impossible to tell when the next spanking was coming. Sometimes he just rubbed, jiggled, or stroked my bottom with his fingers, or he would squeeze my thighs, or move the waistband of the panties to the side. He readjusted me after every few spankings, putting my legs closer together or farther apart, or lifting my bottom and so on. The spanks always took me by surprise. Several times I flinched when I felt his legs tighten as if he was swinging a tennis racquet.

"Almost done for today, Laura. Go change panties. Leave these in the bathroom. That was fifteen minutes of spanking. A good start."

I changed panties and came back in to put my shorts on.

"Laura, turn around again." I stopped while reaching for my shorts.

He said with a chuckle, "Don't worry. I'm not going to spank you again while you're wearing these thick, cotton panties." He paused, while I turned around for him. "These fit you so well. Let me see." He felt my bottom as I turned around two more times. He held me still while I faced away from him. I put my legs apart when he said to, eager to prove that I could follow directions. Then he had me sit on the big arm of the couch like I was riding a horse. I had one foot on the floor and one knee on the couch as I pretended to ride a big horse. He had me slide up and back and bounce, too. It was kind of silly, but I did what he said, proving my obedience.

"Very good, Laura. Just like riding a horsey when you were a little girl. Keep bouncing and sliding around in the saddle." He laughed, and patted my bottom while I continued to ride. He had me bounce higher and said I was doing good following directions even though it seemed silly. My tummy was really tingling as I kept bouncing on the arm of the couch. Then I had to hold one hand up in the air and slide forward and back, bouncing, and rotating my hips around like I was on a wild horse. I was laughing, because I used to pretend I was riding a horsey when I was little. He had me ride the arm of the couch for another minute, bouncing from the very back of the arm all the way to the front and back. Then he said, "Whoa, girl." And patted me again as I got off the horse.

"I'm seeing if you can follow directions, Laura, and you're doing very good." He laughed. "Your cotton panties fit you perfectly so I'll use them to find the best size for you. Take your shorts in the bathroom with you, but leave the panties on the bathroom floor. Go change now."

I took my shorts into the bathroom and took off my cotton panties one more time. They were kind of sticking to me. It was embarrassing because they were so wet between the legs. I hoped he would wait before he came in to get them or he might think I tinkled in my panties. I left them on the floor next to the pink ones I had worn for my spankings and went back out to put on my shoes and socks.

He handed me twelve dollars and said that as long I could accept the spankings he would never have to tell anyone about the broken clock. He cautioned me not to mention the spankings to anyone, or he would have to tell about the clock. I thanked him for the extra two dollars for this week, and promised to be there Thursday at the usual time. He walked me to the door and watched me get on my bike.

It felt funny riding home without panties. The wind seemed cold coming up the legs of my shorts, even though it was the beginning of August. I can't wait till Thursday!