TERRI GIVES LISA A HAND by Joe Whatever THIS STORY IS WRITTEN AS A THANK YOU TO PLUTO4848 FOR ALL OF HER GREAT STORIES. "'The burned hand teaches best.' Remember, this is for your own good," Terri added, piously. "And it's going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you!" Lisa doubted it. The 29-year-old executive had always wondered what a spanking would be like, and she was initially delighted when her older friend had agreed to give her a "firsthand demonstration." But she couldn't believe that Terri was going to spank her in front of their women's club. As Lisa looked up at the smiling faces around her, she knew she was going to get it good. Mrs. Waters had insisted on corner time. Mrs. Javert had brought her old wooden hairbrush. Mrs. Patterson had brought the punishment outfit. Damn Mrs. Patterson! The blushing young woman was now naked, except for a midriff-baring t-shirt (with Barbie's picture on it) and tight white underpants (decorated with smiling pandas). The thoughtful Mrs. Eves had even brought a camera. Lisa blushed and squirmed as Terri teasingly traced her finger across a row of the happy, dancing pandas. Terri knew Lisa could be willful, spoiled, and undisciplined. Taking the little princess down a peg or two was not a wholly unsatisfying experience.... Lisa gasped as she felt Terri's fingers worm their way under the waistband of her juvenile panties. FLASH! Mrs. Eves caught Lisa's expression: a perfect mixture of shock, horror, and utter humiliation. "Please, Terri!" Lisa wailed. "I'm 29! You can't spank me bare! Not in front of everyone!" "I warned you that I spanked for real...and that you would cry real tears," Terri replied, sternly. "You didn't think that being 29 would save you from an underpants-downer, did you?" "Bare is best!" Mrs. Patterson cackled. "I can hardly wait to tell my friends!" Mrs. Eves chortled. "She won't be so snooty with her underpants around her knees," Mrs. Javert sniffed. The verdict was unanimous. Lisa's face turned red as she felt her panties slide down, down, down. She tried to ignore the sly chuckles and satisfied smirks of her enthusiastic audience as she studied the carpet. Her attention was soon diverted to more pressing matters as Terri's hand exploded on her bare bottom in a flurry of spanks. Lisa's bare feet soon kicked her underpants across the room as she shamelessly wiggled her red fanny for her tittering audience. Terri's palm quickly grew red and sore. Tonight was an important first step in getting her hand back in "spanking shape." She knew she would have to gradually build up her strength if she was going to provide Lisa with the discipline she needed. "A burnt hand teaches best," Terri chuckled to herself as she reached for the leather slipper. Edited by C. Lakewood