Jan and Sofia at the Disciplinary Studio

Part One

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“Well ladies, it’s a delight to see you both again after so long. Although I’m sure it's safe to say you'd both rather it were under different circumstances.”

Aunt Carla regarded Jan, a woman in her late 40s, and her 20-something daughter Sofia. It had been 18 months since Mr. Allan, husband of the one and stepfather of the other, first sent them to the Disciplinary Studio for Adults. At that time, they had endured very strict spankings over the professional disciplinarian’s knee, and had served bare-bottomed corner time in the reception area for multiple infractions. Aunt Carla’s young assistant Amelia Chance had thoroughly enjoyed having the two well-reddened backsides just six feet away from her desk for a period of reflection. (As it happened, she enjoyed it a little too much for her own good, but that’s another story.) Now they were back, and knew what to expect: strict, no-holds-barred discipline and a temporary revocation of their sitting privileges.

“So tell me, ladies, why did Mr. Allan send you to see me today?”

“You already know,” said Sofia sullenly, looking out the window.

“Indeed I do, young lady, but I would like to hear it from you.”

Jan spoke up, her face flaring. “There was a...an issue regarding, um...some speeding tickets.”

“You know the proper terms of address at the Studio, Little Miss Jannie.”

The woman bristled for a moment at the humiliating diminutive, then caught herself.

“There was an issue regarding some speeding tickets, Ma’am.”

Aunt Carla smiled. Mr. Allan was right: it really had been far too long for both these ladies; they had slipped back into their old, cheeky ways.

“Unless I see a major transformation in attitude from both of you ladies immediately, I promise you you will both be serving your corner time in reception today.”

“This is ridiculous.” This from the sullen Sofia. "I'm 27 years old!"

Aunt Carla pressed the button on her intercom.

“Amelia?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Could you come in here for a moment, dear? And please bring the paperwork these two clients signed.”

“Yes Ma’am, right away, Ma’am.”

The door opened almost immediately, and Aunt Carla’s attractive, 24-year-old niece and receptionist came in with the documents in hand. Both of the ladies standing before the disciplinarian blushed deeply.

“Amelia, would you please read aloud the bottom paragraph of the release forms?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I have come to the Studio of my own free will, mindful of the fact that I am an adult in need of discipline. I agree to hold blameless Aunt Carla, the Disciplinary Studio, and its employees for any and all pain and embarrassment associated with said discipline.”

“Thank you, dear. Would you please show the forms to each of our young ladies here, and confirm that it is her signature at the bottom of the form?”

“Certainly, Ma’am.” Amelia walked right up to Jan first, who was looking very uneasy indeed.

“Little Jannie, is this your signature?”

Aunt Carla smiled at the deep blush on Jan’s cheeks. Being addressed thus by a woman young enough to be her daughter was having its intended effect.

“Uh, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes...Ma’am.” The woman’s face was red as a beet, and she was studying her shoes.

“Excellent. Little Miss Sofie, same question.”

“This is bullshit,” Sofia said under her breath.

“Young lady, we do not use that kind of language at the Studio,” Aunt Carla said sharply. “One more outburst of that sort, and I promise you shall serve your corner time with a bar of soap in your mouth.”

Sofia looked truly alarmed for the first time that day.

“No! I mean, don’t...come on, you don’t have to do that.”

“Terms of address,” said Amelia firmly.

The girl’s face went very bright red indeed; she studied her toes in her sandals.

“Please don’t do that, Ma’am.”

“We shall see,” Aunt Carla replied. Now kindly answer Miss Amelia’s question.”

The girl’s inward struggle was palpable, and clearly visible on her face. Finally, though, self-preservation won out over foolish pride.

“It’s my signature, Miss.”

“Good girl,” Amelia said, enjoying the way the young woman squirmed at being addressed that way.

“Very good then,” Aunt Carla said briskly. “In the interest of time, I shall dispense with the process of extracting confessions in pieces, and simply tell you what little Sofie has correctly intuited I know. You ladies can either concur if I’ve got it right, or correct me if I’m wrong.

“Little Sofia, a quite brilliant young nursing student, had made a habit of staying up too late at night and getting up too late in the morning. As a result, she was issued multiple citations for exceeding the speed limit, putting herself and others in jeopardy. Rather than tell the head of the household about this situation plainly, Jannie conspired with her daughter to hide it from him. He happened upon an opened letter regarding overdue fines for these citations; when questioned, the two young ladies foolishly denied any knowledge of them. He showed them the letter, and phoned me that evening to make an appointment for the two of them at the Disciplinary Studio.

“So, have I stated the facts accurately, ladies?”

Both women looked distinctly uncomfortable. Their faces aflame, with downcast eyes, they nodded their assent.

“Please use your words, girls.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” they said in halfhearted near-unison.

“Very well then. We have several issues to deal with today. One is your lack of self-discipline, Sofia, which is making you unable to get to bed at a decent hour and rise early enough to get to school without speeding. The second is the speeding itself-- a major safety issue. Finally, there  is the issue of dishonesty and collusion--again--between you two ladies, in a campaign to keep the head of the household in the dark about these matters. I thought we had put an end to this sort of thing at your last appointment, but I see I was mistaken. We shall have to step things up today, won’t we?

“Finally, we have the matters of your sullen and disrespectful attitudes toward my assistant and myself today, and little Sofia’s foul language. Really, ladies, these are all things one expects from ill-bred children and bratty adolescents-- not women of your age and stature.”

Aunt Carla let the scolding hang in the air for a moment. The two ladies squirmed appreciably.

“So, have I got it quite right, or is there anything either of you wishes to clarify? Sofie?”

“Um...no...I mean, yeah, you got it right I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

Sofia sighed dramatically. “I know, okay? You’re gonna spank us no matter what we say, right? So just get it over with, already!”

Aunt Carla’s eyes narrowed. “Your persistent poor attitude is duly noted. Miss Jannie?”

“Nothing to add, Miss,” she said in a nearly-inaudible voice.

“Right!” Aunt Carla said brightly, clapping her hands once. “You both brought the proper punishment clothing, I presume?”

By way of answer, Sofia kicked the duffel bag at her feet. Aunt Carla smiled; she was going to thoroughly enjoy frying the hams of this little brat. Or perhaps, to drive home the lesson further, she just might “outsource” Sofia’s spanking to Amelia. That would certainly get the young lady's attention.

“We brought it, Miss,” Jan said, looking at her daughter with alarm. She seemed to realize what a deep hole Sofia was digging for herself this afternoon.

“Excellent. You shall both go to the changing room, use the facilities if necessary, put on the required clothing, and return here in less than five minutes’ time. Any time beyond five minutes shall be added to your corner time on both sides of your spankings. When you return properly outfitted, you will both proceed to the reception room to serve ten minutes of reflection time, each facing a corner of that room with your hands upon your heads.”

Both women gasped. The possibility of being seen by other clients in the reception area was great, and their punishment outfits were dreadfully embarrassing. The only saving grace was that those who saw them would be there for spankings of their own. Both ladies silently considered that advantage and found it negligible; their faces became even brighter shades of red. Then Sofia did something surprising, even for a young lady whom Mr. Allan had once described as “Impertinence personified.”

“No...frickin’...way.” She stamped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. She clearly meant it as a gesture of adult defiance, but she succeeded only in making herself look more childish and bratty.

“And Little Miss Sofie, thanks to her out-of-control tongue this afternoon, shall have the honor of doing so with a bar of soap in her mouth.” As she spoke, Aunt Carla reached inside her desk drawer and withdrew a new, paper-wrapped bar of Ivory soap and held it up. Sofia gaped at it as if it were a poisonous snake, and Amelia suppressed a grin.

“The clock is ticking, ladies,” said the strict disciplinarian. “I suggest you make haste.”

With heavy sighs of resignation, each woman picked up her duffel bag and shuffled off mournfully toward the changing area.

{End of Part One}

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