"A SPOONFUL OF SPANKING" by the Crimson Kid [Category: Missing Scene] 

(All rights reserved. This story begins in a London municipal park
during the summer of 1910.) 

   "Discharged?" Bert was astounded. "But you're 'practically perfect,'
you've never been..." 
   "Sacked." Mary Poppins finished the sentence, sniffling. "I
h-huh-have now. Bert, I lost my temper totally, it was terrible!
Everything snapped, I disciplined both of them so severely." 
   "The children?" He sat beside her on the bench. 

   Her gaze was faraway. "It can be a grating job sometimes, I tell you.
He's just so smugly complacent..."
   "Michael?" Bert's eyebrows arched. "Complacent, that lad?" 
   "She's basically nice, but such a self-absorbed scatterbrain--" 
   "Now see here," he interrupted, "Jane's silly sometimes, but not
scatterbrained."

   Mary Poppins sighed, ignoring Bert's comments. "What I did to their
aggravating bottoms..." 
   "Their bottoms?" 
   She groaned, teardrops trickling down her cheeks. "Bare bottoms...I
took Cook's big wooden spoon and smacked each one across my lap until
their bumcheeks were glowing deep red." 
   Bert frowned. "No one tried to--" 
   "No one could stop me," she interjected, "You know that." 

   He nodded, knowing that his companion had special abilities--which
she normally employed for non-punitive purposes. 
   "Could you apologize, ask for a second chance?" 
   "After the canings I administered, I think not."
   He gulped. "Canings too?" 
  
   "Two dozen strokes across her bare backside with the rattan, three
dozen across his." Mary Poppins sobbed. "She wept and wailed, he howled
like a banshee." 
   Bert blanched. "That's too much punishment, no matter what they did."
   Her lips pressed tightly. "I know, Bert." 

   "There you are, dearie." Ellen, the Banks family's maid, approached
them. "I don't blame you, they truly brought it on themselves."
   "Are they all right?" Mary Poppins asked. 
   "Well-striped, very sore bottoms, but I've put some cream on them."
Ellen smiled. "They're comforting each other now." 

   The Banks children, looking chipper, appeared behind her. 
   "Mary Poppins, what's wrong?" Jane demanded sympathetically.
   "You've been crying," Michael noted. 
   "Jane and Michael?" Bert sounded confounded.

   In the master bedroom of the Banks residence on Cherry Tree Lane,
Winifred moaned as an overwhelming orgasm rippled through her naked,
quivering body. Her hands clenched, their fingernails digging into
George's thoroughly-wealed buttocks, making him scream with conmingled
pleasure and pain as he climaxed shudderingly.
  
   Winifred, gently wrapped in her husband's arms, spoke first. 
   "George dear, we must rehire Marry Poppins immediately."
   "Certainly, Winifred," he agreed, "Then determine ways to provoke her
regularly..."
   {The End}