Incomplete Assignments
1998, Paris Annette Morreau
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Danny was running late. He'd slept through his alarm and, if
he wanted his stepmother, Kelly, to give him a ride to school,
and he did, he'd have to race through his shower, throw his
clothes on and skip breakfast.  He stepped into the shower, his
body still warm from sleep, and was treated to a heart-stopping
wake up call from the icy water that poured onto his skin.  He
shrieked and hopped around, but did not take the time to wait for
the water to heat up.  He quickly washed his hair, lathered his
body, rinsed off and turned off the water just as it reached the
proper temperature.  He ran a soft terry cloth towel over his
lean body, leaving it damp, and walked out of the bathroom, his
dark hair still wet.

He entered his bedroom and pulled a pair of jeans and a t-
shirt out of his dresser.  Slamming the drawer shut, he threw
open another one and pulled out his last pair of clean socks.  He
slammed that drawer shut and flung open the one that holds his
underwear.  There were no briefs in there. 

     "Oh no," he breathed aloud.  "I forgot to do the rest of my
laundry."

     He continued to stare into the empty drawer as though a
solution to his problem was neatly folded in there. 

     "Well," he told himself, "there's nothing I can do about it
now." 

     He stood where he was and put on his socks before
remembering that there was a pair of underwear in his room.  They
weren't really his and they weren't really underwear.  At least,
not the kind he was used to wearing.  But, he decided with a
shrug, they're better than nothing.  He walked over the
nightstand next to his bed and opened the small drawer.  He
picked up the tiny trinket box and opened it.  He pulled out the
little, pink satin and lace thong panties that had belonged to
his stepsister, Heather.  His father had taken those panties off
Heather's body to spank her and had told Danny to get rid of
them; he'd never wanted her to wear anything like that again.  He
had not been more specific than that and Danny had decided that
placing them in his trinket box had at least rid Heather of them.
He leaned over to step into them when Kelly walked into the room.

     "Are you rea...?  What is that?  What are you putting on?"
Kelly's blue eyes grew large.  "Are those Heather's panties?" she
asked looking at the small lacy underthing.

     Danny nodded, holding the panties in front of him.

     Kelly looked at her son; at his beautiful, innocent little
face while she thought of how to phrase the question she would
ask.

     "Don't you have any of your own panties, uh, I mean, briefs
to wear?" she asked.

     Danny shook his head.

     "Why not?" Only now was Kelly confused.

     "I forgot to do the rest of my laundry," Danny murmured.

     Kelly closed her eyes briefly and sighed. 

     "Baby.  What am I going to do with you?  You know you're
responsible for doing your own laundry," Kelly gently admonished.

     "I did most of it," Danny protested.  "I just forgot to do
my underwear."  He looked down.  "I have clean socks," he
offered, pointing to his feet.

     Kelly walked over to him, reached around and smacked his
bare bottom lightly several times.

     "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Danny howled as he stood still for Kelly's
warm, lazy discipline.

     "You are not going to wear those panties to school," Kelly
insisted.  "If you have to wear panties, and it looks like you
do, you'll wear a pair of mine," she decided.  "Come with me."
Kelly reached for Danny's hand.

     "But they'll be too big," Danny objected.

     "Danny darling, never tell a woman, not even your mommy,
that her bottom is bigger than yours."  She took his hand and led
him naked to her room.

     Kelly opened her panty drawer and Danny looked in amazement
at the quantity and variety of panties.  So many they hardly fit
in the drawer.  Silks and satins, cotton and lycra; briefs,
bikinis and tap panties.  Every color of the rainbow.  Kelly
herself selected a pair of pink silk bikini panties trimmed in
matching lace and cut high, right up to the waist.  She held them
out to Danny.

     "Come here.  Step into these," she directed.

     "Don't you have any plain white ones that are, like,
cotton?" Danny asked.

     "No.  And don't forget, a moment ago you were preparing to
wear satin thong panties.  These will at least cover your bottom.
Now, step into them.  We're going to be late."

     Danny stepped into the panties Kelly offered and she pulled
them up his legs and over his bottom. 

     "Very pretty, baby."  She turned him around, looked at his
round, pudgy bottom and patted it.  "Get dressed quickly.  You
still have to dry your hair and eat breakfast."

     "My hair will dry on the way to school and I'm not hungry.
I don't want to eat," Danny countered.

     "It's bad enough I have to send you to school in my panties.
I'm not going to send you with a wet head and an empty stomach.
Now do as mommy says before I pull those pretty little panties
down and spank your bare bottom," she warned.  "And then I won't
have time to take you to school.  Daddy will have to take you." 

     That was all the coaxing Danny needed.  He raced down the
hall to his bedroom and put on his jeans and t-shirt in record
time.  He carried his shoes into the kitchen and put them on
while Kelly poured cereal into a bowl for him.  He wolfed down
hios breakfast and picked up the bowl to finish off the milk. 
He picked up a banana and took it with him as he trotted out of
the house and into Kelly's car.

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     In front of the school, Danny leaned over and kissed Kelly
before getting out of the car.

     "Be a good boy, baby," Kelly called after him.

     "I will," Danny shouted back as he ran into the building
just before the second bell.

     He caught up with Marcy just as she entered the classroom.

     "Hi Marcy," Danny said shyly to the pretty blonde girl of
his boyish dreams and smiled at her.  "That's a pretty dress."

     "Thank you." Marcy smiled back.  "Mommy made it for me," she
said.

     Danny watched her walk in front of him.  Her short pink
dress, with a matching sash tied into a bow in the back, swayed
with her body.  He looked down at her little feet and saw
matching pink, ruffled socks and white patent leather shoes.  His
eyes traveled up her body to her blonde hair.  A pink ribbon on
each side.  He wondered if she was wearing pink panties, too.  He
smiled to himself.  She doesn't know, he thought.  She'd never
even guess.  He sat down at his desk. 

     The kids in the class were talking among themselves, the din
of their voices becoming louder after the second bell, when they
realized Miss Appleby still wasn't there.  She walked in a moment
later, a grin on her face that looked like someone had told her a
joke she couldn't repeat.

     "Good morning class," she addressed her students but, Danny
noticed, gave him a special glance.

     He beamed back at her, wishing he had a better look at her
dress.  It, too, was pink and cut into a deep V in the front.  It
belted at her trim waist and fell into pleats.  Danny hoped she
would turn around.  He knew the pleats would separate somewhat
where her bottom stuck out, plump and round.

     "We're going to begin today with math.  Some of you had
trouble with it yesterday and so we're going to spend a little
more time on it today.  So, hand in your homework and we'll go
over it."

     Danny's heart stopped for a second before it began to pound.
He hadn't done his math homework.  He had counted on using his
lunch period to do it.  He was one of the students who'd had
trouble with it the day before.  Marcy was really good at it and
he hoped she would let him copy her paper.  He figured she
probably wouldn't, but she would at least help him and it would
be correct when he handed it in.  Now, he knew, he was doomed.

     Miss Appleby gathered the papers together and counted them.
When she was finished she frowned and counted them again.  She
went through them a third time, now looking at the names.

     "Danny?" she looked at him.  "Where is your homework?"

     "I was going to do it at lunch today and hand it in at the
regular time," he explained, his palms clammy, his heart
hammering.

     "Homework is done at home.  That's why it's called
homework," Miss Appleby explained calmly.  "Why didn't you do it
at home?"

     Danny shrugged.

     "Speak up, Danny," Miss Appleby insisted in her soft voice.

     "I wanted to do it here.  In school.  At lunch."

     "That's not acceptable, Danny.  Don't you have a better
reason than that for not doing your homework?" she asked.

     "Unh huh," Danny muttered.

     "Unh huh?" Miss Appleby questioned.  "Is that how you answer
me?"

     Danny looked at his teacher.

     "Speak, Danny!  Use words.  Communicate with me," Miss
Appleby ordered him, her patience now running out.

     "I wanted to do it at school," Danny repeated quietly.

     Miss Appleby sighed and shook her head.  "Come up here,
Danny," she instructed.

     Danny got out of his chair and, as he walked toward his
teacher, he saw her move her big chair out from behind her desk.
He stopped.

     "No!" he said.  "No!"

     "Come here, Danny, and take the spanking you have coming to
you."

     "No, please don't, Miss Appleby.  I'll do my homework at
lunch.  I promise," he pleaded with her.

     "I've already told you that that is not acceptable.  Now,
come here, Danny," Miss Appleby pointed to the place in front of
her.

     "No!" Danny shouted. 

     Miss Appleby took a step toward Danny.  In full panic, he
lunged toward his teacher's desk, ran behind it and attempted to
bolt out the door.  Miss Appleby merely took a step back and
caught Danny's arm as he rounded her desk.  She used the momentum
to pull him over her knees as she sat down.  She spanked him over
the seat of his thick jeans a couple of times before realizing
that before long her hand would hurt more than his bottom. 

     "Stand up, Danny," she ordered.

     Relieved that the spanking was over and that it hadn't hurt,
even though he was crying, Danny stood and took a step toward his
desk.

     "Not so fast, mister." Miss Appleby grabbed his hand.  "I
haven't even started with you, yet. 

     She pulled him back and unsnapped his jeans.

     "No!" Danny shouted and pushed away his teacher's hands.

     "Danny!  If I have to hold you down to drop these jeans of
yours, I'll use the ruler on your bare bottom until you blister,"
Miss Appleby promised angrily.

     Danny dropped his hands to his sides and wept.  Miss Appleby
unzipped his jeans and pulled them down just past his bottom when
she saw his panties.  There was a questioning murmur in the
classroom.  She pulled his jeans down to his knees and lifted his
t-shirt.

     "Oh! What pretty panties, Danny!" Miss Appleby exclaimed.
Miss Appleby looked at her students.  "Can everyone see what
pretty pink panties Danny is wearing today?" 


     Some of the students stood up and looked over the heads of
the other kids to get a look.  Everyone laughed.  Everyone except
Danny.

     "Is this a special day, Danny?" Miss Appleby asked.  "Or do
you always wear pretty panties under your jeans?" she asked
giggling.  The classroom erupted into a peals of laughter

     Danny sobbed out loud.

     "I asked you a question.  Answer me," Miss Appleby demanded.

     "I forgot to do my laundry," Danny cried.  "I didn't have
any clean underwear left."

     The other students chortled. 

     "Did mommy spank you for not doing your laundry?" Miss
Appleby asked.

     Danny nodded.  "Yes," he cried.

     "And are those mommy's panties that you're wearing?" Miss
Appleby asked.

     "Yes." 

     "Mommy's panties," one of the boys snickered and the class
laughed with renewed glee.

     "Well, it was very nice of her to let you wear them.  And
I'm going to make sure that they are well out of my way before I
spank you.  I don't want anything to happen to them." 

     Miss Appleby turned Danny over her knees.  She carefully and
slowly peeled the pink silk panties down Danny's bottom and slid
them down his thighs, pushing them into his jeans.

     The students squealed and laughed.  Miss Appleby raised her
hand and clapped it down onto Danny's white, round bottom cheeks
and again and again in the same spot.

     "Now your bottom is as pink as your panties," Miss Appleby
informed Danny, to the delight of her other students.

     She spanked both pudgy bottom cheeks at the same time, in
the same spot, over and over, cupping the palm of her hand with
each biting spank.

     Danny kicked and cried out loud and Miss Appleby spanked the
fleshy arch, now red and burning. 

     "When are you going to do your homework, Danny?" Miss
Appleby asked, spanking his hot flesh.

     "After schoooool.  At hoooome," he wailed.

     "Good," Miss Appleby commended him as she spanked.  "That's
what I wanted to hear." 
    
     "Please stooop!" Danny begged.

     "I'm going to," the teacher said as she spanked.  "But I'm
not going to pull your panties up.  I'm going to stand you in the
corner, with your panties down, until your bottom is once again
as pink as those pretty silky panties and then I'll pull them up.
Understand?" she asked, landing the final spank.

     "Yessss!" Danny wailed.

     Miss Appleby helped Danny off her lap and then stood up.
She got behind him, put her hands on his shoulders and pressed
him forward.  Danny shuffled to the corner, his jeans just below
his knees.

     "Hold up your t-shirt, Danny, so I can see your bottom
changing colors."

     Danny's shoulders shook with his sobs as he pulled his t-
shirt up to his waist.  He stood in front of the wall and looked
down at the panties inside of his jeans.  The spanking Kelly had
given him hadn't even hurt.  It was more like a loving pat.  And
if he'd done his homework, Miss Appleby would not have spanked
him and she would not have even known that he was wearing
panties.  He knew he would never again fail to do his homework.
But laundry?  His bottom was tingling now. The burn was gone.
Soon Miss Appleby would pull his panties up.  Those cool, soft,
silky panties.  Yeah, he'd do his homework.  But his laundry
could wait.


June 1, 1998