Daydreams And Volcanos

Copyright 1/00 byParis Annette Morreau All rights reserved ******************************************** It was unusually hot for a Utah September.  School had been in session for a week in the unbearable heat of the old, unair- conditioned building.  The humidity made it impossible to get dry; the mosquitos were fierce, flying through the open windows and getting in their last blood-sucking bites before the weather cooled.  Danny was hot, wet, itchy and cranky in Miss Appleby's class. Danny was a gifted student who was often required to work on special projects considered too advanced for most of his classmates.  Today, he began a science assignment on volcanos. To him it was just a hole in the top of a mountain which spewed boiling lava.  Just what he needed on a hot, sticky day.  Not only did he have to write a report, he had to build a volcano that would actually erupt.  That, he knew without being told, was his father's idea.  Leave it to him to think of something that was impossible to do.  Danny would do it, though.  He would find a way because not to do it would mean a spanking from his father that would make molten rock feel like ice cream.  So he would find a way.  He would become an expert in volcanology which, to Danny, sounded more like the study of Mr. Spock and his people than volcanos.       Danny slapped at a mosquito as he tried to concentrate on the book he was reading for his report.  His face was covered in sweat; his t-shirt was soaked; his legs were wet in his jeans; his dark hair was plastered against his scalp and forehead. He squirmed in his seat trying to no avail to get comfortable. The heat and humidity of the day, together with the descriptions of heat in the book, conspired against him and he began to daydream. Volcanos made him think of fire, which made him think of dragons, which made him think of slaying the monsters and winning the love of a fair maiden.  Like Miss Appleby, maybe.  So Danny looked out the window at huge, fire-breathing monsters that fell against his sword just as the fair Miss Appleby swooned at his brave side. The dragon dead, the fair maiden sighed "my hero" and Danny was about to kiss her when Miss Appleby suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view of the romantic scene.  Startled out of his reverie, Danny looked up at his pretty teacher.      "Are we daydreaming, Danny?" Miss Appleby asked.      "We?" Danny asked, wondering if she, too, had been thinking about kissing him.  "No.  I was just thinking.  About volcanos," Danny pointed to the book.      "Mmmm. Well," Miss Appleby said as she closed Danny's book. "Can you tell me something about volcanos that you just read in that book?"      "Wellll, sometimes they erupt and lava comes out.  Hot lava. It just shoots out. And it rolls down the side," Danny explained, "of the, you know, volcano."      "Uhhh.  And that's what this book told you?  You didn't know that before you opened this book?" the teacher asked.      "No, I knew before, but the book, uh, said that, too," Danny said.      Miss Appleby leaned forward, looked directly into Danny's eyes, her mouth inches from his, her breath warm and minty. "Were you daydreaming again, Danny?" she whispered.      Danny nodded, his deep brown eyes filled with guilt.      "Do you remember what your mom told me to do if I caught you daydreaming again?" the teacher asked quietly.      Danny nodded again, his eyes filling with tears.      "I think you'd better tell me, Danny," the teacher insisted.      "She said to spank me," Danny choked out.      "Yes, she did.  And I will spank you, just as she asked me to.  When we break for lunch, and the other students have left the room, come up to my desk and I'll turn you over my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a good spanking.  Understand?" Miss Appleby asked, still looking directly at Danny and speaking softly.  Danny swallowed hard and nodded.      Honey Appleby was perfectly named.  Her hair was a thick, shiny, honey blond that was parted on one side and hung straight to her shoulders and turned slightly under at the ends.  Her breasts were the size of Delicious apples and just as firm.  Her last name could just as well have been Peachbottom: some of her snug outfits, like the short, thin, cotton knit, mint green dress she was wearing today, outlined the split of her perfect, ample bottom.  Watching that flesh move around when she walked was poetry in motion. Especially today.  It was too hot for stockings, so her legs were bare and the panty lines that framed her bottom were visible.  And that bottom moved more freely in her skimpy panties than it would have had it been encased in pantyhose.  In just her second year of teaching, Miss Appleby was not experienced in the art of spanking naughty girls and boys. She'd given a few spankings, usually after she had been directed to do so by either the principal or the child's parents, but it was not a daily occurrence and she hoped it would not become one. She had spanked a few students in front of the class for unruly behavior that she was not able to correct with warnings and threats.  Those spankings were given over pantied or briefed bottoms.  Most of the spankings she had given took place after school when the classroom contained just herself and the naughty student.  On those occasions, she had turned the child over her knees, pulled her panties or his briefs down, and spanked the student's bare bottom with biting stings until the flesh was a red that satisfied her.  Kicking, crying, promises and pleas did not dissuade her.  It was the shade of red she looked for and she did not stop one spank before she saw it.  And then it was into the corner for ten minutes, bare bottomed.  There was something about the still-developing bottom of a 12-year old that made spanking those plump and tender chubs a pleasure, though she would not admit that to herself and was careful not to give spankings too often.      When the students had noisily rushed out of the class on their way to lunch, Miss Appleby looked at Danny.  He rose from his desk, tears in his eyes, and walked toward his pretty teacher.  Miss Appleby moved her chair back a foot or two and waited for Danny.       "Do you have to spank me, Miss Appleby?" Danny asked through his tears.      "Yes, I do, Danny.  I promised your mother if you were caught daydreaming again, especially after she already spanked you for that at our conference, that I would spank you.  Now, let's get these pants down,"  Miss Appleby quickly unsnapped Danny's pants, pulled down the zipper and tugged the pants down to his knees.  She lowered him over her lap, pulled down his briefs until they reached his pants, and began his spanking.      She spanked directly in the middle of his plump, white bottom with loud claps of her hand.  Danny burst into tears.      "You must learn not to daydream, Danny," Miss Appleby calmly told him as she spanked.  "I'm here to teach and it's very rude of you to ignore me," she scolded, stinging his little round bottom and carefully watching the color.      "I won't daydream anymore.  I promise," Danny cried, as he kicked.  "Please stop  spanking me.  I'm sorryyyyy.  Owwww!  It's soooo hot!" he howled.      "I'm going to have to make it a little hotter, Danny.  Your bottom is not as red as it needs to be, so I'm going to give you a few more spanks," Miss Appleby explained.  "I also promised your mother that I would tell her if I had to spank you.  So, you should expect another spanking when you get home," the teacher told Danny as she rained down spank after spank on his sore and burning bottom.  "By the time your spankings are over, your bottom will feel as hot as a volcano."      "No!  No, please don't tell my mom.  Please don't.  I'll be good.  I promise," Danny begged through his tears.      Miss Appleby spanked until she saw the red she had been looking for.  "You're done, Danny, but I must tell you that I will tell your mother, just as I promised I would," the pretty teacher vowed, her hand resting on Danny's bottom.  "And I'm sure she's going to spank this little bottom of yours, too," Miss Appleby said, gently stroking Danny's hot, soft bottom. "In a few hours, you'll be over her knees," Miss Appleby said, continuing to slowly move her hand over Danny's red bottom.  "Your bottom will be bare, just as it is now."  Miss Appleby patted the chubby plums.  "And she'll spank you.  Maybe even harder than I did.  Do you think she will?" the teacher asked, once again stroking Danny's bottom.  "The spanking I saw her give you didn't seem too severe.  Will she be gentle with you?  Will she cuddle you afterwards?  Danny?"      Danny had stopped crying now that his spankin was over and Miss Appleby was soothing him.  Kelly would spank him, probably not too hard, and she would, he knew, cuddle him afterwards.  She believed in both affection and discipline, but gave far more affection that spankings. It was that part that made the spanking bearable.      "Yes," Danny breathed.      "Yes?" Miss Appleby asked, her hand resting on Danny's bottom.      "She'll spank me,  Probably not too hard and then she'll hold me,"  Danny told his teacher.      "All right," Miss Appleby said, pulling herself away from Danny's bottom. "Let's get you up and out to lunch."       She helped Danny to stand, having forgotten to pull his briefs up first.  Initially startled, she quickly reached down and pulled up his briefs and pants while Danny stood there blushing.      "Okay," Miss Appleby said, "off to lunch you go.  I'm going to call your mom, Danny.  Don't think I'll forget."      Danny nodded, eyes and face as red as his bottom, and walked out of the classroom.      Kelly didn't often pick Danny up from school.  Usually she waited for him at home in the kitchen where she baked the things she knew he liked.  Today, however, she drove to the school so that she could speak to his teacher before taking him home for further discipline.      Kelly walked into the classroom wearing tightly fitted red shorts that displayed all of her slender, shapely thighs and a white, midriff-baring halter top.  She also wore white thong sandals, which showed her freshly polished red toenails.  Kelly did not look at Danny, but walked over to Miss Appleby and stood so close to her that their arms touched.  Kelly's back was to Danny but it was not her back that Danny looked at.  Her firm and rounded little bottom was shown to perfection in those tight, red shorts.  The two women whispered for a few minutes before Kelly turned to Danny.      "Danny darling, are you ready to go home?" she asked.  Danny nodded.  She extended her hand.  "Come on, then, baby."  Danny stood, walked over to Kelly and took her soft hand.  He looked from Kelly to his teacher and back again.  "I'll take care of him now, Honey," Kelly said to Miss Appleby with a wink, shocking Danny by using his teacher's first name.      On the way home, Kelly spoke to Danny only once.      "I told Miss Appleby that I was going to take you up to my bedroom and spank you.  I'm going to have to spank you harder than she did, baby.  Remember, I already spanked you once for daydreaming.  Now your teacher has had to spank you, too.  You have to learn to pay attention, darling.  Do you understand?" Kelly's voice was low and gentle.      Danny nodded.  "I do pay attention, Kelly.  Almost all the time.  It's just so hot today and volcanos are hot and..."      "And your bottom is going to be hot.  When I've finished spanking you, hot volcanos will be all you're thinking about," Kelly promised.      In the bedroom, Kelly sat down on her bed, her shorts riding up even further. She told Danny to remove his shoes and socks. When his feet were bare, Kelly unsnapped and unzipped Danny's pants and pulled them down his legs.  She turned him over her knees and pulled his briefs down to his knees.       "Mommy's going to spank you now," Kelly nearly whispered.      "Please," Danny squeaked, making it unclear whether he was pleading with her to begin his discipline or to refrain from it.      Kelly raised her hand up high and slapped it down onto Danny's small, chubby bottom and watched it jiggle before striking the target again. She spanked hard up and down Danny's tender bottom, her palm biting each round over and over, ignoring Danny's kicking, crying, shrieking.  His pleas and promises.  His squirming, wiggling body.       "Be still, baby, while Mommy spanks,"  Kelly ordered in her quiet voice.  "Don't wiggle your bottom on Mommy's lap," Kelly instructed her howling stepson as she continued to spank.  "You were so naughty today, baby.  Mommy has to spank you hard," Kelly informed Danny as she spanked his red and burning bottom again and again.       "Please, Mommy, stop!" Danny begged through his sobs.      Kelly, startled at Danny's use of a maternal name for her, gave her stepson a final spank.   Danny made no attempt to move. He lay across Kelly's bare legs and continued to cry.      "Get up now, baby.  Come on.  Stand up."  Kelly helped him off of her lap and led him to her large rocking chair.  She sat down, settled her weeping boy in her lap and wrapped her arms around him.  She held him close to her chest and rocked him, occasionally kissing the top of his head as she glided her hand over his blazing bottom.  Danny snuggled in against his stepmother's chest.      After dinner that evening, as Danny helped his stepmother with the dishes, she suggested he ask his stepsister, Heather, for help on his volcano project.  Heather, Kelly informed him, had done a similar science project when she was Danny's age and she now knew a lot about volcanos.  Danny agreed to ask Heather for help.      The dishes having been done and Kelly having hugged Danny and kissed his forehead, which is why he always offered to help her in the kitchen, Danny went up to Heather's room and knocked on the door.      "Yeah!" Heather shouted.      "It's me," Danny answered      "So what?" she shouted again.      "Can I come in?" Danny asked.      "No,"  Heather decided.      "Mom said to ask you for help on volcanos," Danny said to his petulant stepsister.       "All right," Heather said grumpily, "come in."      Danny opened the door to see Heather sitting on her bed wearing a pair of bikini panties and a tube top that stretched tightly across her small breasts.  Without looking up, she continued polishing the toenails of her left foot with the brightest red Danny had ever seen.  He walked over to Heather's bed and watched in silent fascination as his stepsister expertly painted each little nail.      "Well?"  Heather asked, continuing to paint.      "Huh?" Danny grunted, unable to take his eyes off of Heather's toes.      "Volcanos, Danny.  What do you want to know?" she asked impatiently.      "Oh," Danny blinked.  "I have to do a report on volcanos and construct one that actually erupts.  Dad's idea," he explained. "Mom said you could help," Danny said as he watched Heather paint the last tiny nail.      Heather leaned back and put the small brush back into the bottle of nail polish.      "Yeah.  I could help," Heather agreed.  "But why should I? What are you going to do for me?"      Danny forced his eyes off of his stepsister's toes, looked at her and shrugged.      "What do you want?" he asked.      "What do I want from you?" Heather asked.  "Hmmmm, let me think."  She smiled.  "I know."  She lifted her right foot off of the bed.  "Paint my toenails."      Danny sat down on Heather's bed and his stepsister handed him the bottle of nail polish.       "If you get so much as one drop on my skin, I will spank your bare bottom."      Danny looked up at Heather.  "No!  That's not fair!"  Danny cried.  "I've never done this before," he explained.      "That's the deal, baby brother.  Paint my toenails or no report.  Spill one drop and I get to spank you.  Right on your bare bottom.  Over my lap," Heather finished, patting her thighs.      Danny hesitated.       "I might have to spank you, Danny," Heather began, "but if you don't do a really good job on that report, Dad will definitely spank you," she finished, putting it in perspective for her brother.      At the mere mention of his father, Danny shook the bottle of nail polish.       "Where do I start?" he asked.       Heather leaned back against her pillows.  Danny lifted Heather's little foot and cupped her arch in the palm of his hand.  He carefully removed the brush from the bottle, wiping away the excess polish, and brought it to the first of Heather's toes.  A split second before Danny touched brush to nail, Heather wiggled her toes.      "Don't spill any on me, Danny," Heather sang.  "Unless you want to get spanked. Right on your bare little bottom."      "Stop wiggling," Danny demanded.      Heather giggled, but kept her foot still.  Danny began to brush the bright polish on Heather's toe, concentrating on applying an even coat, covering the entire nail without touching her skin.  When he had finished the first toe, he blew on it softly to help the polish dry.  He sat back, his entire body slumping, and he realized he was sweating even in the coolness of the air conditioned room.       "Only four more to go," Heather sang again.  "And the others are even smaller."      Danny looked up at his smirking sister, took a deep breath and dipped the brush into the bottle again.  He carefully painted each toe, blowing on it and taking a deep breath before going on to the next.  His t-shirt was soaked, sweat dripped off his face. When he got to the last, and tiniest, of his sister's toes, the phone rang.  Heather looked away to answer it and, in that instant, Danny brushed a slender line of the red polish onto Heather's skin.  Heather jerked her head around, noticed the red stripe next to her baby toe and smiled.      "I'll call you back," she said to her friend while looking at Danny as she hung up.  "Well, well, well," she said gleefully. "It looks like someone is going to get his little bottom spanked."  She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and patted her lap.  "Come on, Danny, it's time for your spanking, you naughty boy."       Danny stood up and walked the step or two to Heather's right side.  Heather yanked his shorts down and pulled him over her knees.      "I'm going to pull these little briefs down, Danny.  Your bottom needs to be bare for a good spanking," Heather informed her brother as she quickly pulled his briefs all the way and down to his knees.  "There," she said, patting the chubby bottom before her.  "That's better.  Ready?" she asked and began spanking before she heard a response.      She spanked as hard and as rapidly as she could.  Danny had not expected the slaps to sting as much as they did.  He kicked his legs and wiggled his bottom, crying and pleading with Heather not to spank so hard.      "Please, Heather.  No so haaaaard.  I've already had two spankings todayyyy!"      "You should have three spankings every day, you naughty boy," Heather insisted as she spanked.  "I warned you not to spill a drop of polish on me, didn't I?"      "Yessssss!"      "And you did it anyway.  I'm just going to have to spank you and spank you," she scolded happily, smacking Danny's round little bottom.  "You're so naughty, Danny," Heather chided. "That's why you have such a cute, pudgy little bottom.  You need spankings." And Heather continued to spank enthusiastically up and down her brother's bottom.      Danny turned his head to the side and caught sight of Heather's legs.  The skinny sides of the bikini panties she was wearing were nearly hidden and Danny saw smooth, creamy flesh from thigh to waist, with a very inviting view of part of one of her bottom cheeks.  As lovely as the view was, it did not decrease the sting of the spanks and Danny squirmed across Heather's bare thighs, crying and pleading.      "What's all that commotion in there?" Dominic called out from downstairs.      "Nothing, Daddy," Heather called back, her hand in mid-air.      "'Nothing' doesn't make so much noise.  If I have to come up there, I'll spank both your bottoms."      "Boy are you lucky," Heather whispered to Danny.  "If Daddy weren't home, I'd spank you for an hour."      Danny lifted himself off of Heather's lap and pulled up his briefs and shorts.       "Can I have that report now?" he asked.       "No," Heather refused.      "Why not?" Danny asked, his bottom stinging from his sister's special attention.      Heather raised her right foot and looked at her baby toe, with the slender stripe of red next to it.      "You haven't finished painting my toenails yet.  Get on your knees, Danny, and finish what you started."      Danny knelt down in front of his sister.  He picked up her foot and looked up the length of her bare legs to her tiny panties, and up to her pretty, smiling face looking down at him.      "Paint, Danny.  And if you spill a drop," she warned, "I'll wait until Daddy is not around and I'll spank you again."      Danny looked at Heather's tiny, unpainted baby toe.  He thought of volcanos and heat.  Of flowing lava.  He felt the pulsating sting in his bottom, he could still almost hear the sound of each sharp smack Heather landed on his cheeks.  He could still feel the soft warm supple flesh of Heather's bare thighs as he lay across them while she spanked.       Danny picked up the brush and quickly slapped it across Heather's tiny nail, the bright red polish covering half of her entire toe.  Heather gasped, her eyes opened wide.  Danny looked up at his sister with an expression at once amused and defiant. Heather threw her head back and laughed.