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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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