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This story is a follow-up to Paddled at School, Paddled at Home;
Read Part One: https://emilyblack.bdsmlr.com/post/176989144
and Part Two: https://emilyblack.bdsmlr.com/post/177004469
...before you start this one.
Aftercare:
Emily hugged her knees to her chest as she sat at the top of the stairs, slightly chilly in her sheer nightgown. From the floor below she could hear the raised voices of her parents; they weren’t shouting, at least not yet. They didn’t fight often, but they were definitely having a disagreement tonight. Unfortunately, it was about her.
“You unlocked her, John?!? What were you thinking? You know the trouble she’s been getting up to at that school! She was supposed to be chaste a full 8 months after that stunt she pulled this spring. What’s the point of giving her a punishment like that if you’re just going to change your mind? Emily needs strict discipline or she’s just unmanageable! I should go upstairs and tan her hide again, since I doubt you were strict enough with her!”
Emily’s mother’s voice was harsh, and had a slightly mocking tone. Emily hated that tone, and she felt somewhat responsible even though unlocking her had been her father’s decision.
It had been wonderful and generous of him at the time, but she would rather have not been unlocked at all if it meant that her parents were fighting. It wouldn’t last, and she doubted her mother was even really all that terribly upset; she just needed to blow off some steam, and for her that meant venting at whoever happened to be nearby.
Still, she readied herself to sprint back to her bedroom if she heard her mother’s footsteps in the hall. Being caught eavesdropping like this would make things worse, no matter how upset her mother really was. She doubted she would ever follow through on her threat to come up and spank her again; her mother might be angry, but she was never cruel.
“She earned being unlocked, Caroline, and it was only for two minutes. She’s back in her cage where she belongs again now.”
Emily’s father’s voice was steadier, calmer than his wife’s. He was just as strict as she was, but while she seemed to relish the opportunity to punish Emily, he took on the role of disciplinarian with at least a little hesitation. It wasn’t that he sheltered her from punishment, often it was quite the opposite; but he took no pleasure in it.
“An A average across all of her classes is something she hasn’t done since what... seventh grade? I punished her very soundly for her mistakes; she most definitely will be sleeping on her tummy tonight. But I stand by what I said: she earned a reward too. Besides, her 8 months locked are almost up. I don’t know what you expect me to do about it.”
Emily’s hand slid down to her bottom, still warm and sore from the paddling her father had given her that afternoon. That stupid Bathroom business seemed to be the curse that never stopped giving. She had deserved everything she had gotten; she took full ownership of how badly she had acted. She understood the rules and while she didn’t always like them, attending Rattangrove meant following their rules.
The red cage between her legs would at least be swapped out for a pink one when she returned to school, but her next chance to touch what was locked inside wouldn’t be until the first of February at the earliest. Even if her father hadn’t written the school at the start of the past semester to request that her orgasms be taken away as a punishment for her being caught with a toy at the start of summer break, the red cage would have stripped her of those regardless.
Deep down she suspected that if her chastity sentence hadn’t been so long and she hadn’t been so desperate the whole unfortunate episode with the vibrator in the bathroom would never have happened. Still, her time was up soon, she was very eagerly anticipating a return to the monthly routine of being unlocked by the school nurse for a few minutes of relief. That’ll far more than her scholarship or threat of punishment; it was that reward that incentivized her to work as hard as she did.
Her mother wasn’t done yet; Emily knew that the hotter the fire the shorter the burn, and her mother’s vicious tongue meant that her temper would cool quickly;
“She should never have gone to Rattangrove in the first place. You should have stepped in and forbid it before she ever applied for that scholarship. You should have just sold her key like your parents did with your sisters. You could be retired with her key price, John, and you could have her bedroom as a nice home office. Did you ever think about that?”
Emily rarely saw any of her 3 aunts; her father’s sisters had all been sold off with their keys long before Emily had been born. It wasn’t that they were forbidden to visit, but all 3 of them had been sold to Masters and Mistresses in far off cities, which was always a risk when a girl went to auction. Getting time off wasn’t too difficult, even for a girl sold into the collar service, but locked girls with no education made very little in terms of wages, so for them making the trip was a very special occasion. They were kind and sympathetic to Emily, being locked themselves, but Emily had no intention of ending up like them.
Emily knew her key would fetch a high price, especially at auction; she was pretty and a virgin. Well a virgin insofar as her locked parts were concerned anyway, which is all that mattered in terms of her value. She was mildly sympathetic to her mother’s point, and she did want her father to be able to retire; but not at the cost of all of her own dreams and ambitions. The $150,000 he would get if she graduated was less than her full key price, but it was still a tidy sum.
“My darling...”
Emily heard her father’s voice soften. She hoped this didn’t mean he was going to give in. She couldn’t bear the thought of not going back to school.
“Emily earned that scholarship. I remember how proud you were when she got it, and one mistake aside, I’m still incredibly proud of her. She’s already so much more mature than she was when she left and it’s only been 18 months. What lesson would we be teaching her by pulling her out of school now? That hard work doesn’t matter?”
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. He was trying to de-escalate the fight, not backing down. No matter how strict her parents had been growing up she had never considered running away from home. If she lost her chance at school, at freedom, then running might be her only option. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“And what has she been doing at that school? Flaunting our rules and strictures at every turn? We said 8 months locked, John. First she’s getting herself off in the school bathroom, now you’re unlocking her a month early on top of that? We’re supposed to be a team, John. It’s not fair if you undercut me. I don’t want to always be the mean parent.”
She heard her mother pause. When she continued speaking her voice was calmer;
“Scholarship or no, I still say she should have spent a year in service before she went off to school. She might have volunteered for the auction afterwards, you know. Some girls like the collar, John.”
Emily couldn’t deny that some of her friends from high school who had seen their keys sold after graduation seemed happy enough. She’d had coffee with her friend Rachel just last week.
Rachel had been bought by a law firm, her key going for a surprisingly good price, but then Rachel had always been gorgeous. She was doing quite well as a secretary for them, although she still had to “service” the partners on occasion. It was a modest but stable life, although Rachel had chosen to be paid full wages meaning she would never earn her key back. Emily didn’t think that life was for her though. That’s why she had worked so hard.
“I.... suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
Emily’s eyes widened as she heard her father’s voice considering her mother’s idea. A year in service?!!? She’d basically have to start school over, if they would put her scholarship on hold for a year. Emily trembled at the thought. She heard her mother sigh;
“It’s probably too late for a year’s service though. You’re right… it would be cruel to take the scholarship away from her.”
The anger had left her mother’s voice, she had calmed down and her tone was thoughtful.
“I’ll give her a choice. If she does well enough next term, I can consider this whole thing forgiven. If her grades slide, we’ll have to address it. I’m going to go talk to her.”
Emily popped up from her perch at the top of the stairs and dashed into her bedroom. She slid under the covers, the dim light from the hallway hiding her face enough that she hoped her mother would believe her asleep.
Her mother came in quietly a few minutes later and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Emmy... Wake up sweetheart; I need to talk to you.”
Emily mumbled a little in what she hoped was a convincing act of “just woken up” and yawned.
“Yes, ma’am?”
Her mother turned on the bedside lamp and smiled at her. Then she pulled out a familiar jar from her pocket and patted her lap.
“Your father says he really painted your back porch red, naughty one. Let me have a look.”
Emily smiled and swung her legs out of the bed. She might be a little old for this, but it had been a tradition since she could remember. Her father would take the brush, or the belt or the cane to her bared bottom until he was convinced she had learned her lesson before sending her to bed early. Reliably, a few hours later her mother would come up with her little jar of cream that she kept in the fridge.
With Emily over her lap, she would tenderly rub the chilly ointment into her daughter’s inflamed skin, and they would discuss why her punishment was necessary and more importantly how she could avoid making the same mistake again. It was a tender bonding moment for the two of them, and Emily often thought that she learned more over her mother’s knee on these occasions than her father’s.
Emily lay over her mother’s broad lap gingerly. She really was quite sore, and her skin felt hot and dry and tingly, and as she stretched out the skin drew tight.
“Hmmm... “
Emily winced a little as her mother rested the cool skin of her hand against the still-simmering skin of her soundly paddled bottom. Her mother left it there for a few seconds, testing the temperature of Emily’s bottom. She was certainly still very red, her mother wanted to be certain. After a moment, she began to gently stroke her daughter’s sensitive skin, apparently satisfied.
“I’d say your father did a commendable job with you today. Did you learn your lesson?”
Emily nodded, silently. She didn’t know why her mother bothered asking. Was there even a tiny chance she was going to say no? However silly, it was a routine, and admittedly she felt lighter and at last fully forgiven with her spanking over and done with.
She heard her mother open the jar, and sighed in relief and pleasure as her mother began to very gently rub the cold cream into her skin in small circles.
“Now dear....”
Her mother’s voice was soothing, and Emily felt as if it was coming from a long way off. She was in rapturous pleasure as the sting was gently rubbed out of her scarlet cheeks.
“Your father and I had a discussion, and we had a... disagreement about how you are progressing at school. Naturally we are both incredibly proud of your grades this term, but I am worried that your attitude is going to keep getting you in trouble. So I wanted to propose something to you.”
“Next term, I want to see your grades stay at an A level, and I want you to go the full semester without a single office referral. If you can manage that, I think your father and I can offer you a very generous allowance over the summer, and you can spend the whole summer break in your new cage.”
Emily was startled by that. After being caught with her green “friend” back in the spring, she had assumed she would never see her good girl cage again. She thought about the frustrating but still tantalizing way her fingers felt against the bits of skin she could reach through the bars.
A whole summer with that level of freedom? Pockets bursting with money? There had to be a catch.
“And if I can’t?” Emily murmured into the bedsheets.
“If not, your father and I will find you a 3 month work assignment in a household for the summer. You’ve never had any experience with being collared, and we wanted you to try it just the once. You might find you like it, or you might find that it motivates you to try harder in school. Either way, we feel it would be a good experience for you.”
Emily considered the offer. It was tempting. So incredibly tempting.
“What happens if I say no?” she asked.
“Well then nothing happens. You’ll be back here for the summer, just like always. You’ll be in your pink cage, like a good girl ought to be, and if you want some spending money you’ll need to find a part-time job...”
Emily considered it, but it was hard to think clearly when her bottom was being lovingly petted like this. Perfect grades until.... late May? She could probably manage that. It would prove her mother wrong, and she had done so well this last term.
“Alright; I accept.” Emily said after thinking it over for a moment.
“There’s my good girl.” Her mother reassured her.
Later, after her parents had gone to bed Emily slid out of bed and examined her bottom in the mirror. She was still a little bit pink, but the cream had helped. She moved to the calendar hanging on the wall; the last day of exams was May 23rd. She probably shouldn’t have taken her mother’s bargain, but she had to admit that she was incredibly motivated to keep her grades up.
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This story is a follow-up to Paddled at School, Paddled at Home;
Read Part One: https://emilyblack.bdsmlr.com/post/176989144
and Part Two: https://emilyblack.bdsmlr.com/post/177004469
...before you start this one.
Aftercare:
Emily hugged her knees to her chest as she sat at the top of the stairs, slightly chilly in her sheer nightgown. From the floor below she could hear the raised voices of her parents; they weren’t shouting, at least not yet. They didn’t fight often, but they were definitely having a disagreement tonight. Unfortunately, it was about her.
“You unlocked her, John?!? What were you thinking? You know the trouble she’s been getting up to at that school! She was supposed to be chaste a full 8 months after that stunt she pulled this spring. What’s the point of giving her a punishment like that if you’re just going to change your mind? Emily needs strict discipline or she’s just unmanageable! I should go upstairs and tan her hide again, since I doubt you were strict enough with her!”
Emily’s mother’s voice was harsh, and had a slightly mocking tone. Emily hated that tone, and she felt somewhat responsible even though unlocking her had been her father’s decision.
It had been wonderful and generous of him at the time, but she would rather have not been unlocked at all if it meant that her parents were fighting. It wouldn’t last, and she doubted her mother was even really all that terribly upset; she just needed to blow off some steam, and for her that meant venting at whoever happened to be nearby.
Still, she readied herself to sprint back to her bedroom if she heard her mother’s footsteps in the hall. Being caught eavesdropping like this would make things worse, no matter how upset her mother really was. She doubted she would ever follow through on her threat to come up and spank her again; her mother might be angry, but she was never cruel.
“She earned being unlocked, Caroline, and it was only for two minutes. She’s back in her cage where she belongs again now.”
Emily’s father’s voice was steadier, calmer than his wife’s. He was just as strict as she was, but while she seemed to relish the opportunity to punish Emily, he took on the role of disciplinarian with at least a little hesitation. It wasn’t that he sheltered her from punishment, often it was quite the opposite; but he took no pleasure in it.
“An A average across all of her classes is something she hasn’t done since what... seventh grade? I punished her very soundly for her mistakes; she most definitely will be sleeping on her tummy tonight. But I stand by what I said: she earned a reward too. Besides, her 8 months locked are almost up. I don’t know what you expect me to do about it.”
Emily’s hand slid down to her bottom, still warm and sore from the paddling her father had given her that afternoon. That stupid Bathroom business seemed to be the curse that never stopped giving. She had deserved everything she had gotten; she took full ownership of how badly she had acted. She understood the rules and while she didn’t always like them, attending Rattangrove meant following their rules.
The red cage between her legs would at least be swapped out for a pink one when she returned to school, but her next chance to touch what was locked inside wouldn’t be until the first of February at the earliest. Even if her father hadn’t written the school at the start of the past semester to request that her orgasms be taken away as a punishment for her being caught with a toy at the start of summer break, the red cage would have stripped her of those regardless.
Deep down she suspected that if her chastity sentence hadn’t been so long and she hadn’t been so desperate the whole unfortunate episode with the vibrator in the bathroom would never have happened. Still, her time was up soon, she was very eagerly anticipating a return to the monthly routine of being unlocked by the school nurse for a few minutes of relief. That’ll far more than her scholarship or threat of punishment; it was that reward that incentivized her to work as hard as she did.
Her mother wasn’t done yet; Emily knew that the hotter the fire the shorter the burn, and her mother’s vicious tongue meant that her temper would cool quickly;
“She should never have gone to Rattangrove in the first place. You should have stepped in and forbid it before she ever applied for that scholarship. You should have just sold her key like your parents did with your sisters. You could be retired with her key price, John, and you could have her bedroom as a nice home office. Did you ever think about that?”
Emily rarely saw any of her 3 aunts; her father’s sisters had all been sold off with their keys long before Emily had been born. It wasn’t that they were forbidden to visit, but all 3 of them had been sold to Masters and Mistresses in far off cities, which was always a risk when a girl went to auction. Getting time off wasn’t too difficult, even for a girl sold into the collar service, but locked girls with no education made very little in terms of wages, so for them making the trip was a very special occasion. They were kind and sympathetic to Emily, being locked themselves, but Emily had no intention of ending up like them.
Emily knew her key would fetch a high price, especially at auction; she was pretty and a virgin. Well a virgin insofar as her locked parts were concerned anyway, which is all that mattered in terms of her value. She was mildly sympathetic to her mother’s point, and she did want her father to be able to retire; but not at the cost of all of her own dreams and ambitions. The $150,000 he would get if she graduated was less than her full key price, but it was still a tidy sum.
“My darling...”
Emily heard her father’s voice soften. She hoped this didn’t mean he was going to give in. She couldn’t bear the thought of not going back to school.
“Emily earned that scholarship. I remember how proud you were when she got it, and one mistake aside, I’m still incredibly proud of her. She’s already so much more mature than she was when she left and it’s only been 18 months. What lesson would we be teaching her by pulling her out of school now? That hard work doesn’t matter?”
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. He was trying to de-escalate the fight, not backing down. No matter how strict her parents had been growing up she had never considered running away from home. If she lost her chance at school, at freedom, then running might be her only option. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“And what has she been doing at that school? Flaunting our rules and strictures at every turn? We said 8 months locked, John. First she’s getting herself off in the school bathroom, now you’re unlocking her a month early on top of that? We’re supposed to be a team, John. It’s not fair if you undercut me. I don’t want to always be the mean parent.”
She heard her mother pause. When she continued speaking her voice was calmer;
“Scholarship or no, I still say she should have spent a year in service before she went off to school. She might have volunteered for the auction afterwards, you know. Some girls like the collar, John.”
Emily couldn’t deny that some of her friends from high school who had seen their keys sold after graduation seemed happy enough. She’d had coffee with her friend Rachel just last week.
Rachel had been bought by a law firm, her key going for a surprisingly good price, but then Rachel had always been gorgeous. She was doing quite well as a secretary for them, although she still had to “service” the partners on occasion. It was a modest but stable life, although Rachel had chosen to be paid full wages meaning she would never earn her key back. Emily didn’t think that life was for her though. That’s why she had worked so hard.
“I.... suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
Emily’s eyes widened as she heard her father’s voice considering her mother’s idea. A year in service?!!? She’d basically have to start school over, if they would put her scholarship on hold for a year. Emily trembled at the thought. She heard her mother sigh;
“It’s probably too late for a year’s service though. You’re right… it would be cruel to take the scholarship away from her.”
The anger had left her mother’s voice, she had calmed down and her tone was thoughtful.
“I’ll give her a choice. If she does well enough next term, I can consider this whole thing forgiven. If her grades slide, we’ll have to address it. I’m going to go talk to her.”
Emily popped up from her perch at the top of the stairs and dashed into her bedroom. She slid under the covers, the dim light from the hallway hiding her face enough that she hoped her mother would believe her asleep.
Her mother came in quietly a few minutes later and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Emmy... Wake up sweetheart; I need to talk to you.”
Emily mumbled a little in what she hoped was a convincing act of “just woken up” and yawned.
“Yes, ma’am?”
Her mother turned on the bedside lamp and smiled at her. Then she pulled out a familiar jar from her pocket and patted her lap.
“Your father says he really painted your back porch red, naughty one. Let me have a look.”
Emily smiled and swung her legs out of the bed. She might be a little old for this, but it had been a tradition since she could remember. Her father would take the brush, or the belt or the cane to her bared bottom until he was convinced she had learned her lesson before sending her to bed early. Reliably, a few hours later her mother would come up with her little jar of cream that she kept in the fridge.
With Emily over her lap, she would tenderly rub the chilly ointment into her daughter’s inflamed skin, and they would discuss why her punishment was necessary and more importantly how she could avoid making the same mistake again. It was a tender bonding moment for the two of them, and Emily often thought that she learned more over her mother’s knee on these occasions than her father’s.
Emily lay over her mother’s broad lap gingerly. She really was quite sore, and her skin felt hot and dry and tingly, and as she stretched out the skin drew tight.
“Hmmm... “
Emily winced a little as her mother rested the cool skin of her hand against the still-simmering skin of her soundly paddled bottom. Her mother left it there for a few seconds, testing the temperature of Emily’s bottom. She was certainly still very red, her mother wanted to be certain. After a moment, she began to gently stroke her daughter’s sensitive skin, apparently satisfied.
“I’d say your father did a commendable job with you today. Did you learn your lesson?”
Emily nodded, silently. She didn’t know why her mother bothered asking. Was there even a tiny chance she was going to say no? However silly, it was a routine, and admittedly she felt lighter and at last fully forgiven with her spanking over and done with.
She heard her mother open the jar, and sighed in relief and pleasure as her mother began to very gently rub the cold cream into her skin in small circles.
“Now dear....”
Her mother’s voice was soothing, and Emily felt as if it was coming from a long way off. She was in rapturous pleasure as the sting was gently rubbed out of her scarlet cheeks.
“Your father and I had a discussion, and we had a... disagreement about how you are progressing at school. Naturally we are both incredibly proud of your grades this term, but I am worried that your attitude is going to keep getting you in trouble. So I wanted to propose something to you.”
“Next term, I want to see your grades stay at an A level, and I want you to go the full semester without a single office referral. If you can manage that, I think your father and I can offer you a very generous allowance over the summer, and you can spend the whole summer break in your new cage.”
Emily was startled by that. After being caught with her green “friend” back in the spring, she had assumed she would never see her good girl cage again. She thought about the frustrating but still tantalizing way her fingers felt against the bits of skin she could reach through the bars.
A whole summer with that level of freedom? Pockets bursting with money? There had to be a catch.
“And if I can’t?” Emily murmured into the bedsheets.
“If not, your father and I will find you a 3 month work assignment in a household for the summer. You’ve never had any experience with being collared, and we wanted you to try it just the once. You might find you like it, or you might find that it motivates you to try harder in school. Either way, we feel it would be a good experience for you.”
Emily considered the offer. It was tempting. So incredibly tempting.
“What happens if I say no?” she asked.
“Well then nothing happens. You’ll be back here for the summer, just like always. You’ll be in your pink cage, like a good girl ought to be, and if you want some spending money you’ll need to find a part-time job...”
Emily considered it, but it was hard to think clearly when her bottom was being lovingly petted like this. Perfect grades until.... late May? She could probably manage that. It would prove her mother wrong, and she had done so well this last term.
“Alright; I accept.” Emily said after thinking it over for a moment.
“There’s my good girl.” Her mother reassured her.
Later, after her parents had gone to bed Emily slid out of bed and examined her bottom in the mirror. She was still a little bit pink, but the cream had helped. She moved to the calendar hanging on the wall; the last day of exams was May 23rd. She probably shouldn’t have taken her mother’s bargain, but she had to admit that she was incredibly motivated to keep her grades up.