The Drake Institute by Professor Steven

Chapter 9
What Dreams Are Made Of.

Later that evening in her room she got herself ready for bed. Without thought of 
what she was doing she chose PJ's similar to those Jason and Candice wore. She 
couldn't shake the images from her mind of Jason's and Candice's asses turning 
bright red beneath their father's spanks. The thought of her own bottom being 
spanked excited her once again. The thoughts began to stir feelings she wasn't 
all that accustomed to. Sexual feelings. "Oh what it must be like to instantly 
have your bare bottom set ablaze. Not quite to the extent that the teens had 
endured but just a little she thought"  
The pictures fresh in her mind, she stood at the edge of her bed. She thought of 
herself at the Captn's side. She closed her eyes and grasped the waistband of 
her PJ bottoms. The Captn's fingers tugged quickly and her bottoms dropped to 
her ankles and she was naked from the waist down. She laid herself across the 
side of the bed. Reaching back she pulled her shirt-tale up to be sure her 
bottom was completely bare. Remembering what the Capt'n had told her she 
proceeded to spank herself with her hand. One spank for each year of her age - 
24 spanks. Though she tried to spank herself hard she knew it wasn't anything 
like a "proper" spanking would be.
Having made an honest effort with her hand, she stood and inspected her bottom 
in the  full length mirror. It was only slightly pink here and there. No where 
near a "proper" spanking. Wishing she had kept the paddle the Capt'n had used 
earlier , she looked about the room for a suitable substitute. There on the 
dresser sat her hairbrush. The one her grandmother had given her and was so 
similar to one in the Captn's drawer.
Shuffling across the room to retrieve it and then back to the bed she was 
careful not to loose her PJ bottoms still at her ankles. Having reached the bed 
she positioned herself this time to where she could see rear end in the 
reflection in the mirror. Placing a pillow beneath her tummy she bent forward 
again and reaching back she again pulled up the tail to her shirt. 
Though she was alone she felt a bit embarrassed should anyone happen to walk in. 
She glanced at the door making sure it was locked and then looked at her naked 
butt in the mirror. Setting the hairbrush across her butt she closed her eyes 
and saw herself across the Captn's lap. 
He began to spank. CRACK! The first swat stung a lot more than she thought but 
she was determined to give herself a "proper" spanking and that meant no 
leniency and the remaining twenty three would have to be at least as forceful as 
the first. She looked in the mirror again and a bright red splotch appeared 
where the brush had landed.
She closed her eyes again and said softly out loud. "One. Thank you Sir." 
Reaching out further the second landed on the opposite cheek. CRACK! "Two"  and 
again CRACK "Three" 
Diligently and deliberately she paddled her own ass a full twenty four times. 
She was crying but smiled to herself as she looked up into the mirror and saw 
her flaming red ass.
She dropped the brush on the bed and remained bent over the side. Her hand 
traveled underneath her tummy to find her pussy wet and swollen. Spreading her 
legs she could see her fingers in the mirror pleasing herself and then 
disappearing into her sex. She closed her eyes once again and she was atop the 
Capt'n. He was thrusting in and out of her. It was only moments before she began 
to shake as her hips rolled and gyrated. She stiffened as she came plunging her 
fingers deep inside.
She collapsed where she lay and fell off to sleep. 
In her dreams the spanking was repeated over and over but suddenly the scene 
shifted and she was in the Captn's study. She wasn't getting a spanking now she 
was the one administering the spanking. In her hand was the paddle the Capt'n 
used earlier. Across her lap was Jason. His ass, bright red and naked. Her arm 
descending repeatedly brought the young man to tears. Standing before her was 
Candice awaiting her turn  and behind her a shadowy figure she couldn't make 
out. 
As Jason rose from her lap and Candice took her position, the shadowy figure 
stepped forward but still was unrecognizable. "Pay close attention young man." 
She scolded the figure. "Because your next!"
She proceeded to deliver an extremely brutal paddling to Candice. The young 
woman could not control herself and began to kick, thus, loosing her PJ bottoms 
from around her ankles. The shadow figure chuckled. "Now you'll have to start 
all over and triple the dose" 
His sass angered Pamela and she stopped paddling with one last resounding SWAT!. 
"We'll see how amusing you think it is if I give YOU her remaining swats." 
Pushing Candice from her lap she demanded. "Come here young man!" The figure 
stepped to her side but she still could not see his face. Her hands reached out 
and tugged abruptly at his shorts. As they dropped to his ankles, the room went 
dark and then bright and the scene changed again. Jason and Candice were gone. 
They were in her own bedroom. She was sitting stark naked with the shadowy 
figure at her side. His face came into view in the mirror as he laid himself 
across her lap. 
It was the Capt'n but it was no surprise.  She held in her hand her heavy 
hairbrush. "This should teach you to behave" She said and raised the brush high 
and brought it down with a loud, echoing CRACK!! Again and again CRACK!! CRACK!! 
CRACK!! - RAP!! RAP!! RAP!!
It was so real and so loud it woke her up. The RAP!! RAP!! RAP!! continued. She 
looked to the door and heard the Captn's voice from the other side of the door. 
"Rise and shine. - 6 am - Time to get up!"
Shaken from her slumber she replied. "Yes Sir! I'm up! I'll be there in 20"
It all seemed so real. It all excited her so. But she had to set her excitement 
aside for now. She had a job and responsibilities to attend to.
Through out the day she could think of hardly anything else but the last nights 
events. The spankings she saw. The spankings she got. The spankings she gave. 
The new feelings of excitement and guilt. She often wondered if she would ever 
be spanked "properly" by the Capt'n. If she would ever have cause administer 
such spankings to anyone let alone the Capt'n. And why was she naked?