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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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