"You know, you don't have to keep this up," declared
Ellen as she unzipped his jeans. "There's no shame in
Claire winning."

"No!" exclaimed the 10-year-old belligerently, his
hands on his head like a POW. "I can take it."

"Perhaps you can," sighed the English teacher. "Let's
see..."

She tugged the Levi's down to his ankles and his
underpants to his kneecaps.

She took the ping-pong paddle and patted him gently.

His bottom glowed from localized burn, his lower
spank-spot slightly bruised.

No surprise, thought Ellen. Only four o'clock. Third
round of spankings today. If they persisted, Ellen
would spank them again.

Randy struggled valiantly to maintain composure, but
Ellen took professional pride in reducing stubborn
students to tears - snorting snot and sobbing.

Such is the purpose of spankings and Ellen executed
her duty with single-minded determination.

As she spanked her only nephew, her weepy 13-year-old
niece stood bare-bottom in the corner. 

The cousins devised this "summer spanking contest" all
on their own. Ellen's sisters were singularly
stubborn, a trait passed on to their children.

Randy kicked vigorously, his jeans restraining his
ankles, his underpants binding his kneecaps. He
flip-flopped like Flipper might - if Ellen were to spank
dolphins.

Halfway through, all struggle left the boy. When she
finally put down the paddle, Randy had totally
capitulated.

When Ellen looked up, she caught Claire looking over
her shoulder at the tail end of Randy's spanking.

"Want another, missy?"

Clair smiled and shook her head, but she didn't seem
terribly concerned - despite her red, hot, throbbing
bottom.

After corner time, the cousins could be heard laughing
and splashing outside in the pool.

As Ellen prepared dinner, she recalled Claire's first
report card. Claire's mother insisted that Ellen spank
her 6-year-old niece, convinced that a "teacher
spanking" would have more impact. Three years later,
Ellen spanked Randy for the same thing.

Report card spankings from Auntie Ellen became an
extended family tradition.

When did spankings become competitive?

What would her older sisters think of this bizarre
"contest?"

Ellen could just smack herself for agreeing to it. A
good spanking apiece would end it, she thought. But
the "contest" had dragged on for five days now - with no
end in sight.

After dinner, Randy hesitated because it was his turn
to "dare." So Claire taunted him, Randy made the dare,
and Ellen was obligated to paddle and send them to
bed.

Ellen slipped next door for a glass of wine.

"Honestly," said Ellen to her neighbor Brenda, "why
would two bright kids devise something like this?"

A mother of four, Brenda shrugged, "Some kids are
drawn to spankings."

After a second glass, Ellen slipped home, only to hear
telltale sounds.

Ellen caught them in Claire's bedroom, Randy naked
over his cousin's lap.

"WHY!" Ellen asked flabbergasted.

"Because," shrugged Clair, "you were out. Randy wanted
one."

Weeping, Randy nodded.

"So do I," Claire added.

"No problem," said Ellen angrily, seemingly oblivious
to her own enabling behavior. "I'll get my paddle..."