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 Certificate of Correction Part 4b--Aunt Linnea, con't

   I came home later and decided to take the girls out.  They were kind of
subdued.  I tried to be cheerful but I understood Erin's mood.  It would be
a painful and humiliating experience for her tommorrow night.  Halfway
through dinner she spoke up.

   "Are you going to spank me very hard, Uncle Rollin?"

   "You know if I don't Linnea won't be satisfied.  Sorry kiddo, I've got
to make it real---for your sake.  You do want to go back to school, right?"

   "Yes, I do." And she nodded at Allison, who took a deep breath and
spoke.

   "I'm glad you said that Mr Hand--I mean that you were going to make this
a real punishment."

   "You do?  You want to see Erin get punished?"

   "No, sir.  I want you to punish me too.  Just like Erin.  Whatever she
gets."

   I almost dropped my fork.  There was dead silence for a moment.  I
leaned forward.  "Allison, do you know what you are saying?  I am going to
have to give Erin an old fashioned bare butt spanking, followed by swats
with a wooden paddle.  It will hurt.  Spankings hurt and they are very
undignified."

   "What!?" Exclaimed Erin.  "Bare butt??  Ohh...No.  I'll die from
embarassment.  Please let us keep something on.  I know!  we'll wear our
bikinis.  You can spank us in those, please?"

   I turned to Erin.  "Sorry Erin, but the procedure calls for bare bottom.
Linnea knows that by now and if she doesn't she will insist on it anyway.
When you got it with the strap in the barn did she let you keep your
panties on?"

   Erin's blush told me the answer.

   I turned back to Allison.

   "This is a very unusual request, Allison.  You are asking me to turn you
across my knee like a 12-year old, take your pants down and spank you hard,
right on the bare fanny.  After that you'll get licks with a wooden paddle
and they won't be light taps."

   Allison's face flushed and she said haltingly,

   "I know, Mr Hand, and I've talked to Erin about it.  But I am prepared
to endure it.  We are in this together.  Maybe if someone had taken the
trouble to discipline me, I wouldn't have done this, but I did and I feel
guilty about it.  Only with me, nobody will care.  I don't have anybody
like you or Aunt Linnea.  So I'm prepared to take my licks, sir, along with
Erin." A regular Joan of Arc, I thought.  "Well, I admire your courage,
Allison.  Erin are you OK with this?"

   "We talked about it, Uncle Rollin.  It's OK.  But ah...how are you going
to...  do it?"

   "Well, Erin, Linnea wants it to be like a correctional center
punishment. On the day for punishment, the kids have to report to the
center and they are taken to a room where they have to strip down to their
underwear.  Then they are escorted into the punishment chamber and sit in
chairs facing a stage.  Then in pairs their names are called and each pair
is put over the lap of a wardess on a special bench.  The wardesses pull
their pants down and gives them a good hard spanking for 2 or 3 minutes--4
if they have done something really serious.  After that they each come up
one at a time and get a whipping with a flexible rod or licks with a
paddle--depends on the crime."

   Erin and Allison grimaced and looked at each other.  Then Allison said,
"Whew!  that sounds severe." She licked her lips.  I could swear that there
was excitement in her voice.  "Is it boys and girls getting it together? 
And they are bare--their bottoms I mean--really bare?"

   "Yes.  Nobody's modesty is preserved.  The theory is that it reduces all
that criminal bravado.  No kid can feel like an adult getting his or her
bottom smacked like a child.  The shame more than anything else makes them
wish to avoid the experience."

   Then Allison pulled back and said with calm resolve, "I guess then we'll
just have to grin and bear it." Erin snickered.  "Don't you mean 'bare' it?
Uncle Rollin's going to see everything we've got."

   "Ok, girls that's enough.  Let's talk about something more pleasant. 
Tell me about the islands...."

  
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*** I left the girls alone the following day while I ran some errands.  All
day I kept thinking about the evening.  I had never given Karen a purely
disciplinary punishment.  Underlying our games had been a core eroticism.
We knew that the play spankings were not to be real punishments and that
they would lead invariably to the bedroom.  Tonight was going to be
different.  I was going to have to spank Erin for real to satisfy
Linnea--no play paddywhacking there--and to be fair I was going to have to
give Allison the same.  I had to admit,though, I felt a stirring in my
groin at the prospect.  Allison was a dish.

   I couldn't read Allison--she seemed excited and fearful at the same
time. My guess is that she sensed that something had been missing in her
life and that she was determined to get it.  But was there something sexual
going on too?  That wouldn't surprise me.

   I came home and the girls were in the kitchen sitting at the table
having coffee.  I said hi and looked at the clock.  It was 7:00 pm.  I knew
I had better set up.  The phone with its attached camera and vid screen was
in the den, so I took a sturdy armless chair from the dining room into the
den where I placed it in the middle of the room and turned the phone around
so that the chair was straight on in the field of view.  I figured I'd
better dig out the portable minicam attachment as well since there was no
telling what angle Linnea might want.

   At 7:30 Jane showed up.  The girls said sheepish hello (I had told them
she was coming and why).  Jane tried to be cheerful about it ("Hey, nobody
ever died from a spanking" and "I used to get it all the time" or "You
should have been in my sorority") but Erin and Allison just grimaced
nervously as she chattered.  Then their eyes got big as Jane pulled her
sorority paddle out of a bag.

   "Is this what you have to spank us with Uncle Rollin?" said a wild-eyed
Erin.

   "Let me see that, please?" Said Allison and she took it and smacked it
against her palm.  "Ouch!  Ooh, that really stings.  Our bottoms are going
to feel that for sure, Erin." She almost seemed excited at the prospect.

   Erin just eyed the paddle with a look of dread.  "Er...how many do you
have to give us Uncle Rollin?"

   "I think its got to be 10, girls, that is the penalty for chronic
truancy and that's what Linnea wants."

   The girls looked at each other.  Their expressions said Uh-oh as each
handled the paddle.  "Each name signed on that paddle was paid for with at
least one swat to my panty-covered rear," chimed in Jane, "and there are 26
names there." "Wow..." said both girls, almost in unison.  I cleared my
throat to get their attention.

   "Look, girls, I think you had better change.  I want to be ready when
Linnea calls.  Go upstairs and take off everything but your underwear.  If
you have beach robes you can wear them until it's time...."

   The girls shuffled out.  I offered Jane a drink, and made one for me.  A
double.

   "Dutch courage, boss?"

   "I may need some."

   "There's going to be a lot of squealing and crying here in a few
minutes. They will plead and beg....anything to get you to stop...I know."

   "I know too.  I've seen this you know." Jane just gave me a cool
appraising glance with a hint of a smile.

   The creaking of the stairs signalled the girls' return.  Both wore short
beach robes revealing nicely formed legs.  I presumed that under the beach
robes was bra and panties.  We waited, looking at the clock.  At 8:00 I
dialed up Linnea.  I switched on the vidphone monitor and Linnea's image
appeared.  Her voice crackled from the receiver.

   "Hello Rollin, Erin.  I see you appear to be ready.  You are ready to
proceed with Erin's correction, right Rollin?"

   "Ah yes Linnea.  My secretary Miss Jane Hynde is here to assist me and
act as a witness.  Also, this may seem a little unusual, but Erin's friend
Allison Has requested that she be included in these...ah...proceedings. 
She wishes to be given the same punishment as Erin.  We would appreciate
your witnessing her chastisement as well."

   Linnea blinked, her mouth open.  "I must say that is unusual, but if
that is what she wants, I'll witness it--and may I say, honey, that is
courageous, but you probably know you do deserve a good hiding just like
Erin is going to get."

   "Yes, ma'am.  I know I do.  Erin can't take all the blame.  We both
agreed to go.  We encouraged each other."

   "Very well.  Rollin tell me what you are going to do."

   "Linnea, you asked what a truant would get here.  The penalty under the
Certificate of Correction option is a good spanking of 2-3 minutes duration
followed by 10 licks with a disciplinary paddle.  Jane has brought along
her old sorority paddle which she assures me is a solid disciplinary
implement.  The spankings are usually given by a matron with a rubber
coated leather sole.  I don't have one so I'll just use my hand.  I propose
to give each of them 100 spanks in lieu of a timed spanking, but that's
about what it works out to anyway.  Ok so far?"

   Linnea nodded.

   "Underneath those robes the girls have only underwear.  Correctional
Center punishments are given on the bare buttocks so the panties will come
down."

   "This is acceptable Rollin." Looking at Erin she said, "Erin I hate to
have to order this punishment for you, but this was a childish act.  I
thought you had a better head on your shoulders.  Never pull a stunt like
this again, understand?"

   Erin nodded miserably.  Now that the time had come, she looked
frightened and about to cry.  Allison held her head up, seemingly
determined to accept her licking with some sense of dignity and grace.

   As I sat down in the chair facing the screen, I said, "can you see,
Linnea?"

   "I can see fine.  Proceed."

   "Erin, remove your robe and come here." Erin shucked her robe revealing
her tight little figure clad now only in silky lavender bra and panties. 
She moved to face me.  I put my hands on her hips and guided her to my
right side.  "Place yourself over my knees." She put her hands on my thighs
and eased herself face down on my lap.  I pulled her forward a little bit
so that her pelvis rested right on top of my right leg which positioned her
ass nicely.  I placed my hand in the elastic of her panties and told her to
lift up a little.  As she did I slid the panties down to her knees
revealing her cutely rounded bare bottom.  Her legs were tanned but her
buns were still white.

   "Here we go Erin.  100 spanks with my hand.  Keep your hands on the
floor.  Do not reach back." I heard a soft, "Yes, Uncle Rollin."

   Smack!  I spanked her left cheek.  Smack!  Right cheek.  Two red
handprints appeared.  Smack!  Smack!  Whap!  Smack!  Crack!  Smack!  She
gasped as solid smacks rang out.  Her body gave a little jerk with each
one. I hit her hard enough to make each cheek flatten out momentarily, then
spring back into shape.

   "Jane, keep count.  That's 8." "Right, boss."

   Then I started to spank in earnest.  I settled into a steady rhythm
where I delivered about a spank every two seconds.  I covered her little
bottom, alternating sides and spreading the smacks around.  She tried to be
still but started to wriggle after 20.  At 40 she started yelping--little
"ouches" and hissing intakes of breath.  I couldn't let up, so if anything
started putting a little more force behind each loud smack.  This prompted
her to wiggle and writhe across my lap, and she got more vocal as well. 
Her legs started to scissor up and down.  Smack!  "Ouch...Uncle Rollin,
please!" Smack!  "I'll never do it again!" Smack!  "Ow!  I'm sorrryyy!"
Smack!  Whap!  Smack!  She hammered her fists against the floor.  She
kicked and squealed shamelessly.  I kept right on spanking her with hard
deliberate smacks.  The white cottontail fanny turned a bright red under
the onslaught.  I heard Jane say, "Thats 90, boss." Ok, so 10 more.  I
paused and gave her the last 10 slower and a shade harder than the rest.  I
wanted to make each one count.  Judging by her cries and frantic wriggles,
they did.  Smack!  99.  Smack!  100.  I stopped and rested my palm on her
butt.  It was hot.  So was my hand.  Erin was sobbing.

   I let her up.  She rose slowly and her hands went to massage her burning
fanny cheeks.  Tears streamed down her face.  Well, I had to make it hurt,
otherwise there was no point and Linnea would want me to do it over.

   "Ok, Erin pull your pants up and stand over there."

   "Wait," said Linnea.  "Erin, stop, turn around.  Take your pants down so
I can see." Sniffling, Erin complied, displaying her red sit spot for the
camera.  "Ok," said Linnea, apparantly satisfied, "Go do what your uncle
told you."

   As Erin tugged her panties back up I turned to Allison and said: "
Allison, it's your turn now.  Come here." Allison meekly said "Yes, sir"
and stood to my right.  Without being told she hooked her thumbs in the
elastic of her panties and pulled them down.  Then she laid herself across
my lap.  Her bottom was larger and proportionately fuller than Erin's.  The
jouncy cheeks swelled as she positioned herself over my knee.  As I patted
her creamy mounds I noted that they also seemed softer, more resilient as
well.  She hadn't tanned as much as Erin so she was mostly white.  "Are you
ready, Allison, and are you sure you want this?"

   "Yes, sir, please go ahead, spank me hard, just like Erin," she
whispered, almost breathlessly.  So I did.  My palm went Splat!  Splat! 
Whap!  Smack!  I alternated cheeks.  I swatted her across the deep crevice
of her ass right in the center.  I spanked in flurries and I spanked with
deliberate spaced apart smacks.  In short, I gave her what was probably the
tanning of her life-- the tanning she had obviously missed all of years
growing up.  She wriggled and gasped and the quivering mounds of luscious
bottom bounded under my smacking palm.  I had more flesh to spank and did
my best to spread the smacks around.  Her ass wobbled, a fleshy shock wave
generated each time my palm struck.  But each time the fatty rounds sprang
back into shape to await the next spank.  She tried to hold it in and not
cry out, but under the relentless barrage of smacks she fluttered her legs
as best she could, and finally broke down with a long drawn out
"wwwwaaaahhhhh!" in response to my smacking hand.  Nevertheless, I could
not help but notice the glistening dew that formed on the lips of her vulva
and in her thrashing and writhing it almost seemed as if she were timing
the bucking of her hips to meet the spanks.  By the time I had administered
her 100 spanks she had surrendered, moaning, her body limp, sprawled across
my thighs.  I helped her up.  She stood, her face a mask of suffering, but
she stammered out a "thank you" even as she tried to rub the sting out of
her inflamed cheeks.

   I stood and moved the chair out of the way.  "Sorry girls," I said,
"we're not done yet."

   Erin pleaded.  "Please can we wait just a minute?" she tearfully
entreated.

   "I'll give you about a minute, Erin.  But we need to finish this now. 
You and Allison stand here where the chair was.  Put enough space between
yourselves so that I can get to your side.  That's right, Allison," I said
as she moved to the side.  Both girls were stepping from foot to foot,
trying to rub the sting away.  "Now turn around so that your rear is toward
the monitor." Turning to address Linnea I said, "Is this the angle you
want?"

   "Put them angled more to the side, I think," said Linnea.  We fussed
with positioning for a few moments until Linnea was apparantly satisfied.
Then she spoke.  "Rollin, go ahead.  Girls those seats of yours have been
well warmed up but this is the real thing.  Erin, you will stand still and
take this paddling, understand?"

   "Yes, Aunt Linnea," said a tearful and contrite Erin.

   "Ok girls, pants down again--hands on your knees--hollow your backs,
that's right stick your fannies out.  This is just the way I had to assume
the position when I got it as a young girl.  And don't get up.  Rollin, if
they move out of position, that one doesn't count."

   I nodded and picked up the paddle.  "Ok, girls, 10 swats each.  I'll
alternate between the two of you."

   I moved to Erin's right side and lined the paddle up.  I pressed the
wood against her cheeks, drew back and brought my arm around with a deft
flick of my wrist.  SMACK!  Right across the crowns of her bottomcheeks. 
"Yeowwww!" screeched Erin.  Her feet danced up and down. 
"Ah...ah...yah..." she sputtered.  I moved past her to Allison's right
side, took my stance and...SMACK!  The gorgeous fanny wobbled with the
searing impact of the paddle and Allison yelped.  Back to Erin.  She was
trembling.  SMACK!  Another hard lick to her flaming fanny.  "Owww!  Owww!
please not so hard!" she blubbed.  I walked over to Allison.  SMACK! 
"Yeouch...oh...oh...ow...that stings!" Two down for each.  Eight to go. 
SMACK!  "owwww!" 3 for Erin.  SWAT!  "Ouch...oohh." Allison's third.  Both
bottoms sported dark red bands now from imprints of the paddle.  Back to
Erin.  "Please Uncle Rollin, not so SMACK!  hard ow..ow..ow" She was
frantically trying to stay down.  SMACK!  "Ouch..oh...that stings!  whew!"
She wriggled her fanny in a rotating motion.  It probably didn't help. 
CRACK!  One more for Erin.  SMACK!  Another lick to Allison's jiggling
seat. As the paddle smacks continued so did the abject wailing of the two
delinquents.  I was delivering the swats firmly, not brutally.  Each smack
was given flat across both rear cheeks with more wrist than arm.  Still I
could tell that the level of distress was rising almost exponentially with
each solid whap of the paddle.  SMACK!  "yeowww...oh ..oh" wailed Erin at
number 8.  WHAP!  "Ah....please...not so hard..I...can't.." entreated
Allison tearfully.  Feet stamped on the floor and they involuntarily
wiggled their butts in a fiery dance of pain.

   "Two more girls.  Be brave." SMACK!  I smacked Erin's butt hard, down
low.  "owwww!" SMACK!  Another blistering crack to Allison's wobbling
fanny. She struggled to stay bent over.  "Aiii...Owwww!" "That's 9.  Now
last one." SMACK!  "eouchhh...I won't do it again!" CRACK!  "Owwwww....I'm
sorrrryyyy!"

   "That's it girls.  You can stand up now."

   Both girls stood, rubbing their well-reddenned posteriors.  Tears were
flowing freely.  It had been a sound punishment.  Sitting would be
uncomfortable for awhile.

   Linnea addressed the girls.  " I hope you both have learned a lesson
now. By the way, Rollin, thank you for handling this.  You've done your
duty.  Erin, I want you to thank Rollin for chastising you.  Thanks to him
you won't have to come home now and we won't have to take that walk out to
the barn.  You are forgiven for this little escapade, but I think you know
what will happen if you ever pull something like this again."

   "Yes Aunt Linnea." Turning to me she said, "Thank you correcting me
Uncle Rollin."

   "It's Ok, sweetheart.  No hard feelings?"

   "No hard feelings, Uncle Rollin." Then she added with a wry grin, "just
a very hot bottom." Allison nodded vigorously.

   "Well that's it then.  Erin, you get yourself back to school pronto. 
Rollin, call me on Monday."

   "Yes Aunt Linnea," we all chimed.  The screen went blank.

   "Ok, girls go get dressed." As I said that Allison put her arms around
me and gave me a hug.  "Thank you for punishing me as I deserved." Then she
kissed me full on the mouth and I could swear she ground her pelvic mound
against me as she did so, but because of the angle I don't think Erin or
Jane saw it.  Jane offered to take the girls upstairs and put some cold
cream on their flaming nates.  Later we ordered delivery pizza.  We all ate
standing up.  Later, Erin reminded me that I had promised to help Susan.