The Champion

[SpankingFetish]

Juanoneone's stories have been very hard to find lately, so I'll be archiving them here

Mrs. Black was very keen on sports. She had had her ten-year old daughter Jenny play every different sport that could be found, convinced that her girl would be great at one of them. Jenny was good at most sports, but lacked the dedicated interest to truly excel at any. Mrs. Sales, Jenny’s sports teacher, told Mrs. Black "Jenny has tried all the sports we offer at the Fourth Street School. There just isn’t anything else. She’s played basketball and softball and tennis. She has swum and done gymnastics. That’s everything".

"What is this?" asked Mrs. Black, squinting at the activities list. "What’s ’being spanked?’ That’s listed under ’sports’"

"Oh, we really should take ’being spanked’ off the list. It has been years since a girl has chosen being spanked as her sport, and even then, she only took it because her mother made her".

"I don’t understand - what *is* it?"

"Well its.being spanked. The girl is taken across the knee and soundly spanked". Jenny objected "being spanked isn’t a sport! It’s just being spanked!". Jenny had strong views on the subject of being spanked. She was against it. Jenny was a slight girl with blue eyes and short blonde hair. She wore a pink hairband, a yellow shirt with multi-colored stars, a pleated blue skirt and pink sneakers. Her sports teacher told her "being spanked *can* be a sport, Jenny. The girls get graded on their squirming and crying, their kicking and pleading for mercy. A great spankee is as skilled as a great gymnast".

"Uh-huh" replied Jenny. "Well, I’m not interested".

Her mother asked "do you think that my Jenny might have some talent for being spanked?"

"Well, Mrs. Black, I don’t know. You would have a better idea of that than I would. I’m sure you’ve had Jenny across your knee. I haven’t"

"But I *don’t* know. I know nothing about the sport".

"Most girls have at least some talent for being spanked. I think that any girl is good enough to play"

"Well, Jenny has tried everything else. Can she try being spanked?"

"Mommy!" protested Jenny in horror. "I don’t *wanna* be spanked!"

"Sure, if you like" the teacher told Mrs. Black.

"Mommy, no!" cried Jenny.

"Absolutely" her mother assured Mrs. Sales. Mrs. Sales took a seat and took Jenny by the left wrist. "I’ve been *good*!" protested Jenny fearfully. Mrs. Sales reeled her in by her arm and lay the ten-year old across her knee. "I don’t deserve to be *spanked*!" wailed Jenny. "Skirt up?" Mrs. Sales asked Mrs. Black.

"I don’t know" shrugged Mrs. Black. How is the sport played?". Jenny gasped in horror and disbelief and her sports teacher raised her skirt up over her white panties. "Panties up or panties down?" Mrs. Sales asked Jenny’s mother.

"Please listen!" squealed Jenny, trying to get up but finding herself firmly held in place by Mrs. Sales’ left arm.

"I have no idea. What do you suggest?" asked Mrs. Black in bemusement.

"Well" answered Mrs. Sales, "the most serious players get their spankings on their bare bottoms"

"Panties down then" replied Mrs. Black.

"Nooooo!" wailed Jenny. Her panties were unceremoniously pulled down to her knees, leaving her bottom naked and unprotected. She grabbed the legs of the chair with white-knuckled hands, instinctively clenching her cheeks behind her. Mrs. Sales’ open right hand landed right across the base of her buttocks with a loud slap. Jenny screwed up her face and dropped her head with the pain, but had not even exhaled when a second spank, just as hard, joined the first, and then a third hard spank following even more closely behind the second. Mrs. Black noted "that’s certainly firm spanking" as her daughter’s naked behind grew pink from slaps. "Oh, it has to be hard spanking" affirmed the sports teacher, paddling away at Jenny’s rear with a steady rhythm. "If a girl is going to show her skill in the sport, she needs a good hard spanking to work with".

"Alright! Enough! We get the idea! I’m not interested" squealed Jenny from over the knee, her dignity demolished and her bottom on fire. "How is she doing?" asked Mrs. Black. "Oh, fine, fine" replied Mrs. Sales, slapping away at hot cheeks. "But it is too early to say for sure, yet. Jenny’s spanking has just begun. We won’t really get to see what she’s made of until she’s *really* been punished. But her posture is good, bottom reddening nicely, leg’s twitching when my palm strikes her rump. How is the face? Expressive?". Mrs. Black regarded her daughter’s face.

"Please mommy! Make her stop!" begged Jenny loudly.

"Very expressive" her mother told the sports teacher.

"Please don’t spank me!" howled Jenny.

"The begging for mercy is good" affirmed Mrs. Sales. "Are there tears?"

"Yes, they just started. And her feet are kicking now too! Is that good?"

"Yes, very nice. Bottom getting redder. Good."

"So do you think that Jenny is talented enough to have being spanked as her sport?"

"It’s just way too early to say, Mrs. Black. These things can’t be hurried. The thing to do now is to give Jenny a good, long, hard spanking to work with and see what she does". Jenny bellowed and fought to be free, but Mrs. Sales had her tight and there was nowhere for her to go. No-matter how she struggled, no-matter how she pleaded, the sports teacher’s merciless palm flew down again and again across her fiery bare bottom. Jenny Black was spanked and spanked and spanked. She bawled like a baby over Mrs. Sales’ knee, limbs flailing in the air as if she were drowning. Mrs. Sales judged Jenny’s performance to be adequate, and decided that if Jenny would like being spanked to be her sport, she was willing to administer the spankings. Jenny, howling and clutching her hot, red bottom, did her best to make it clear that she would *not* like being spanked to be her sport. She had decided that between being spanked and playing softball, there really was no contest. However, her mother was unconvinced. She decided that Jenny would take up being spanked and they would see if she got any good at it. She reasoned that at worst, being spanked would end up being just another sport at which she did not excel, but on the other hand, maybe they would find that Jenny had a talent for it.

Jenny Black spent the following week begging and pleading with her mother not to make her take being spanked as a sport. She promised that she would try much, much harder at any other sport of her mother’s choosing. She explained in great detail just how much Mrs. Sales’ spanking had hurt her bottom and did her best to awaken her mother’s compassion. She sulked, she slammed doors, she even tried doing her chores without being asked. It was to no avail. Her mother had decided that being spanked was going to be her sport, and her next sports lesson grew ever closer.

Jenny knocked on Mrs. Sales’ door, her heart in her throat. "Come in and close the door" called Mrs. Sales, putting down her book. Breathing hard, Jenny came in and closed the door. "Please Mrs. Sales, I want to talk to you about sports and spanking" insisted Jenny hurriedly. "By all means Jenny, but not right now. Right now, you have to get spanked across my knee. This is a sports lesson".

"But that is just the thing!" squeaked Jenny. "I don’t really think that I want to be spanked for my sport. Couldn’t you talk to my mother".

"Now, now, Jenny - quitters never win" scolded Mrs. Sales gently as she stood up and took Jenny firmly by the wrist. "But I don’t *want* to win! I don’t *want* to be spanked!" whined Jenny.

"There is no ’I’ in ’team’ Jenny" Mrs. Sales reminded her as she pulled the girl over her knee. "But!" objected Jenny, tears starting to form in her blue eyes. Mrs. Sales pulled the girl’s blue tracksuit pants down around her knees. "But Mrs. Sales!" wailed Jenny from over the lap. Mrs. Sales pulled the girl’s pink panties down to her knees too, leaving her bottom bare. "It isn’t even a *sport*!" wept the denuded Jenny, helpless and stripped for paddling. With that, Mrs. Sales commenced to spank Jenny’s bare bottom and spank it hard. Jenny tried to reason with her, and was spanked. Jenny tried to plead with her, and was spanked. Jenny cried like a baby and was spanked and spanked and spanked.

It didn’t take the other girls long to work out that something strange was going on. At first, they just thought that Jenny was getting a lot of corporal punishment from Mrs. Sales. Through the woman’s closed office door there would drift the sound of Jenny’s roars of pain, her pleading for respite, and the unmistakable rhythmic crack of palm on posterior. Fascinated questions about what she had done to deserve such treatment were met with hostile glares from Jenny. Then the girls began to notice that Jenny was not showing up at any of the sports that the rest of them were showing up at. Finally, Tammy Bentley just came right out and asked Mrs. Sales why it was that Jenny Black always got a spanking at sports time. She was astonished at the answer she received, and it didn’t take her long to spread the news all through the school. Jenny was bombarded with questions by astounded girls who could not believe that she had chosen being spanked as a sport. Jenny just scowled in silence. Mrs. Sales told the girls that if they were so interested in the sport of being spanked, they were more than welcome to try it. None of them took her up on her offer.

The telephone rang and Mrs. Black answered it. "Its from Mrs. Sales - its about your spankings" she explained to her daughter. Jenny listened hopefully for the news that she was to be allowed to retire from the sport and move onto something less painful to her bottom. She felt that she had had more than enough spankings over Mrs. Sales’ knee to last her a lifetime. "How is my Jenny doing?" Mrs. Black wanted to know. She smiled broadly. "Mrs. Sales says that you are doing very well. She says that you are really coming along at being spanked!". Jenny tried not to pout. "She thinks that we may have finally found your sport!".

"Mommy, I don’t *want* to be *spanked*! It *hurts*!" wailed Jenny.

"Hush Jenny! Mommy is on the telephone. Sorry, could you repeat that? Jenny was talking". Mrs. Black listened intently to the receiver and then her grin spread even wider. "Jenny" she hissed excitedly to her daughter, "Mrs. Sales says that you are getting so good at being spanked that she is willing to put you in more advanced training. In addition to your weekly sports-lesson spanking, she’s offering you after-school spanking on Wednesdays".

"No!" insisted Jenny in cold horror.

"Yes!" her mother told Mrs. Sales. "Absolutely! Thank you so much for taking the time to spank my daughter like this. We are both very grateful"

"No! Mommy! No!" suggested Jenny.

"Yes, she’ll be there. Every Wednesday at four o’clock for bare-bottom spanking. I can’t tell you how much this means to us both. Finally, my Jenny has her sport. I’m so *proud* of her!".

"I won’t *do* it!" cried Jenny, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t really have any choice. That Wednesday at four o’clock, she presented herself, pouting, at Mrs. Sales office. Mrs. Sales pulled down her jeans and sky-blue panties, put her over her knee, and spanked and spanked and spanked her bare bottom until it was very red and hot indeed.

Jenny Black was a royally peeved young lady. She was getting two roasting spankings every single week no-matter how well she behaved. She could not understand what possible criteria Mrs. Sales could have used to determine that she was good at being spanked, but it was certainly not a distinction that brought her any joy. She felt that her bottom was enduring the maximum spanking that a bottom could possibly take, while her humiliation was more than anyone ought to be asked to bare. But, of course, nobody *had* asked her and nobody seemed very interested in her opinion.

Jenny’s wounded dignity was not helped any when Tara, Caroline and Danielle decided to ask Mrs. Sales if they could witness one of Jenny’s spankings. Mrs. Sales was only too happy to encourage interest in sport and told them that they could attend Jenny’s after school spanking on Wednesday. Jenny herself was livid with indignation when she turned up for her appointment and found out that her private humiliation was to be made public. Mrs. Sales told her that sports are for everyone and without further ado, pulled her white shorts and white panties down, bent her over her knee, and proceeded to spank her bare bottom hard. Jenny roared at the indignity and bawled from the pain, the other three girls watching with rapt attention as she flailed helplessly across the knee, pants around her knees, her young cheeks growing redder and redder from the merciless rain of the sports teacher’s slaps. The girls winced to see such a ferocious spanking and yet could not tear their eyes away, even though Jenny requested very clearly that they leave. "I’ve never *seen* a spanking like *that*!" whispered Tara, impressed. "I’ve seen my little sister get spankings like that" answered Caroline, "but she’s really got to earn them". "Well I *get* spankings like that from my mother" confessed Danielle with a touch of bitterness, "but I’m sure as heck not getting two of them every week. Jenny must have the hottest bottom in the school - no contest. It’s a wonder she can ever sit down". And on that note, they returned their gaze to Jenny’s suffering form and watched in amazement as she was spanked, and spanked, and spanked. When Jenny’s spanking was done, Mrs. Sales gave the other three girls the opportunity to be spanked too. She told them that they wouldn’t be as good at being spanked as Jenny was, at least not at first, but that with practice and paddling their skill would definitely improve, as with any other sport. The girls told her that the spanking had been very interesting, but that they were all happy with their own sports and would leave being spanked to Jenny Black.

When Jenny came downstairs that Saturday morning, it was with fresh determination to make it clear once and for all that all the spanking had to stop. Her mother looked up from her coffee and greeted her with a bright smile. "Good morning darling! I’ve just been on the telephone to Mrs. Sales". Jenny’s heart sank - this didn’t sound good. "Mommy, about Mrs. Sales-" she tried.

"She says that you are doing very well at being spanked! She’s very happy with you and so am I. I just *knew* that you had a real talent in you, if only we could find it".

"I like basketball much better" offered Jenny.

"And *she* says that it is time for you to engage in more intensive training and practice". Jenny grabbed her read end instinctively.

"No! No! I don’t need any more spanking practice!" she insisted.

"She said if you are really going to build up your skills, it is absolutely vital that you practice being spanked at home"

"Mrs. Sales is coming *here*?" gasped Jenny in horror.

"No, Mrs. Sales isn’t going to spank you at home. *I* am. From now on, you get a Saturday morning spanking over your mommy’s knee. She told me that all I have to do is bare your bottom, put you over my knee, and spank you and spank you and spank you, good and hard. Oh, and I’ll be giving you spanking practice on Monday night as well. With all this spanking practice, you will be the best at being spanked in your entire school, I’m absolutely sure! Now - down with your pants. It’s training time".

"Don’t spank me mommy! Don’t spank me! I’ve been *good*!" wailed Jenny, clutching her buttocks all the tighter. But she stood tearfully as her mother undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, where they were soon joined by her white panties. Mrs. Black put her half-naked daughter across her knee and began at once to spank away hard at her little bare bottom. "Not so hard! Not so *hard*!" bawled Jenny, bucking from the fire of her mother’s palm on her unprotected behind. "Mrs. Sales says that your spankings have to be good and hard" Mrs. Black told her. "She says that the sport of being spanked requires a commitment of one hundred and ten percent". And so Jenny’s mother spanked her and spanked her and spanked her, and left her young bottom very hot and red indeed.

The basketball team had changed but not yet begun practice. Mrs. Sales had told them that first, there was to be an educational presentation. The girls sat cross-legged on the floor of the gym, waiting. Mrs. Sales led in Jenny Black, red-faced and furious, wearing a blue tracksuit. "Girls, you all know Jenny" Mrs. Sales reminded them. The girls looked at Jenny. Jenny scowled at the floor. "Today I’d like to tell you about a sport you may not be familiar with, but one into which Jenny has put a lot of work and in which she is doing very well. Jenny excels at being spanked". The girls all knew that being spanked was Jenny’s sport. Gossip like that doesn’t take long to get around. "Now Jenny, perhaps you would like to tell the class something about being spanked?".

"No I wouldn’t" said Jenny quietly to the floor.

"That’s fine" replied the teacher. "We can just get on with the demonstration". Jenny’s head snapped up again. "Wait! I can tell them things - I". Mrs. Sales sat and tugged Jenny’s tracksuit pants to her knees, leaving her in her green panties. "Wait! Don’t spank yet! I-". Mrs. Sales tugged Jenny’s panties down past her knees, leaving her naked from the waist down before the class. The girls had to admit that such humiliation of one of their own was at least interesting. "Wait! I-". Jenny was cut off as she was hauled across Mrs. Sales knee, bare bottom presented for punishment. Jenny knew that she was going to get it now, and good. She grabbed the legs of the chair and screwed up her face. Mrs. Sales began to spank her bare bottom hard and the girl’s body flinched rhythmically with the pain of the loud slaps. Danielle put up her hand. "Yes Danielle?" asked Mrs. Sales as she spanked away.

"You said that Jenny is good at being spanked. How can you tell that she is *good* at it?"

"Oh, you just know. Just like you know whether a writer is any good or not. The most fundamental clue is how *much* a girl is getting spanked. As a rule of thumb, the more a girl is spanked, the better she is at being spanked, and the better a girl is at being spanked, the more she is spanked".

"How much is Jenny spanked?" asked Laura.

"Jennifer gets four good spankings on her bare bottom every week". The girls gasped. "She gets two spankings a week from me and two spankings a week from her mother. Of course, counting this demonstration, this week she is getting *five* spankings. She started off with one spanking a week and worked up from there, just as you might start off by playing basketball once a week, but if you are good at it, you might play it more often".

"Why does she do it?" asked Tara, bewildered.

"Why climb a mountain, Tara?" the teacher replied as she spanked the howling Jenny hard. "It’s an achievement. Jenny sets her will against a goal and then excels herself. That, girls, is what sport is all about".

"But she’s begging you to stop" Tara pointed out, over the noise of Jenny’s bawling. "She’s *always* begging you to stop. We hear it through the door to your office. It’s always ’please don’t spank me’ and ’please stop spanking me’ and ’I’ve been good, I’ve been good’".

"Well, now Tara, it wouldn’t be much of a spanking if there were no begging for mercy, would it? Wouldn’t you beg for mercy if it was *your* bottom getting this treatment?" Tara regarded Jenny’s naked red cheeks, subjected to the endless rain of hearty slaps. She nodded emphatically. "I thought so!" affirmed Mrs. Sales.

When Mrs. Black came to collect her daughter from practice on Wednesday afternoon, she found the girl panties-down over Mrs. Sales’ knee, having her bare red bottom soundly spanked. Jenny roared and kicked her legs from the pain. "Look at that!" smiled Mrs. Black proudly. "My Jenny certainly is good at being spanked".

"She really is" Mrs. Sales agreed. "I don’t say it lightly, but I’ve never known a girl who was as good at being spanked as your Jenny". Mrs. Black sighed happily. Jenny bawled. Mrs. Sales added "she’s very talented. Now, the key to unlocking that talent, of course, is for Jenny to be spanked a lot. The more she is spanked, the better at being spanked she is going to be".

"I could spank her more often" Mrs. Black offered. "I don’t want to stand in her way".

"No mommy nooooooo!" roared Jenny from over the knee, flailing her limbs as her naked behind was tanned. "I could spank her more too, Mrs. Black. Talent like Jenny’s has to be nurtured" added Mrs. Sales.

"NO! NO! WAH-HA-HA!" offered Jenny, but no-one was listening.

"So when should I spank her?" Mrs. Black wanted to know.

"Just spank her whenever" came the reply. "Scheduled spankings are all very well, but they are inflexible. You don’t need to plan ahead. Just pull down her panties and spank her. The more you spank her, the more that she will excel and reach her potential".

Jenny bellowed "I don’t *wanna* be *spaaaaanked*!". Mrs. Sales continued to spank in reply. Mrs. Black considered. "So, for instance, I.right after this spanking, I could take her home and spank her?"

"NO!" howled Jenny in terror. "I’VE HAD MY SPANKING!"

"That’s the spirit!" affirmed Mrs. Sales, spanking away hard. "The second you get her home, bare Jenny’s bottom, as red as it is, and just spank it and spank it and spank it. Give your daughter a trip across your knee to remember. Remember, it is by spanking Jenny’s bottom that you can help her to achieve her personal best". Jenny begged and pleaded and wept on the trip home in the car. She tried to make her mother understand just how hot and sore her poor behind already was, and that it just couldn’t possibly take any more spanking. Certainly, Mrs. Black could see for herself when she pulled down Jenny’s pink panties that the girl’s young cheeks were very red indeed. She could feel when she slapped it just how warm it already was too. It filled her with pride in Jenny’s ability to be spanked to know that as red and warm as her little bottom already was, it was to be spanked and spanked and spanked all over again. So she spanked it and spanked it and spanked it, and Jenny roared with the pain.

After that, Jenny never knew when the next scorching spanking would be coming. One morning, her mother woke her up and gave her a morning spanking as she lay on her stomach on the bed. Another night, her mother intercepted her on her way to bed and spanked her in the same position. Mrs. Sales found her at lunch time at school and spanked her. Her mother pulled her from the shower and spanked her naked. Mrs. Sales met her on her way into the school gate and spanked her. Mrs. Sales met her on the way out of the school gate and spanked her. Her mother sat down in front of the news and spanked her. Mrs. Sales pulled down her bikini pants at the swimming test and spanked her wet bottom in front of all the other girls. Her mother pulled over to the side of the road and spanked her, even though she got some very strange looks from passing motorists. Mrs. Sales pulled down her panties in the staff-room and spanked her long and hard in front of the other teachers. The other teachers were somewhat taken aback by the sight of bare-bottom spanking the staff-room, but they had all heard that Jenny Black had chosen spanking as her sport, and soon recognized what as going on. All in all, Jenny was a very annoyed and very well spanked young lady. Whenever she thought that she had had as much spanking as any girl could possibly get, out of the blue her panties would be pulled down and her naked behind would be mercilessly paddled.

Eventually, Mrs. Sales was confident enough in Jenny’s skill and experience that she was ready to issue a challenge. She called Mrs. Yakov at St. Mary’s School. As chance would have it, Mrs. Yakov was spanking her own star ten-year old champion on her bare bottom. Dark haired Trisha Marshall lay over her sports teacher’s knee, her gray uniform skirt folded up over her back and her white panties wrapped around her kicking ankles. Her young bottom was very red and she was crying with great sincerity. Mrs. Yakov put the call on speaker phone so that Trisha’s spanking could continue unabated. "Hello Betty. Anna Sales here. Guess what. The Fourth Street School finally has a being spanked team!"

"Really? My goodness! Why, your school hasn’t had a spanking team since I don’t know when".

"Well, it is only one student. But she *is* skilled at being spanked, I must say. And she has been training hard. We’ve been keeping her bottom hot and her tears flowing".

"Uh-huh. Nothing personal, but you don’t have much experience at this. Are you sure you are training her correctly? Have you been taking her panties down? A champion gets her spankings on her bare bottom".

"Ow! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!" commented Trisha as she got her spanking on her bare bottom.

"*Yes*, we’ve been giving it to her on her bare bottom" answered Mrs. Sales, somewhat irritated. "Just because we haven’t had a spanking team in a long time doesn’t mean that we don’t know anything about the sport".

"I didn’t mean any offense. Why the girl I’m spanking right now - her mother used to let her keep her panties on for spankings at home. She just didn’t know any better". She told the girl over her knee "but your mother gives you your spankings on your bare bottom *now*! She learned that you don’t get to wear your panties for a spanking, didn’t she Trisha?". Trisha just roared in reply but she knew very well that it was true. Her mother pulled her panties down for every spanking now, and that meant that her mother pulled her panties down with great regularity. Her mother, after all, was very proud that Trisha was on the school spanking team, and was only to happy to help her practice. Mrs. Yakov told Mrs. Sales "well, if you have a spanking team, I suppose that we had better play a match between the schools. What age category is your girl?"

"Jenny Black is ten years old" Mrs. Sales replied. Mrs. Yakov smiled.

"Why that’s Trisha’s age! She’s our spanking champion in the ten-year old league. Your girl had better be getting a lot of spankings if she wants to compete with Trisha. We keep Trisha’s bottom pretty hot, isn’t that right Trisha?". Trisha bawled and squirmed over the knee as her naked red backside was spanked. Mrs. Yakov said "you can take that as a yes. Trisha can’t come to the phone right now. She’s busy being paddled and she won’t be getting off the knee any time soon".

"Oh, Jenny gets a lot of spankings alright. Don’t you worry about that. St. Mary’s is going to have to look to its laurels, because it isn’t the only school around with a spanking team anymore. Jenny Black has arrived and her bottom is very sore indeed. We’ll see you on the court!". A date for the match was quickly arranged and the telephone call was concluded. "Well, Trisha" exclaimed Mrs. Yakov "it looks like the competition has arrived. I’m sure that you are more than up to the challenge, but just to make sure, I think that after your spanking, you had better get a good spanking!". Trisha howled and pleaded, but it did her no more good than it ever did. Nor did Jenny’s howls and pleas do *her* any good when Mrs. Sales, thinking along similar lines, pulled *her* panties down for some extra practice.

"You know, we’re all very proud of you, Jenny" the headmistress told her as she spanked her on her bare bottom. Jenny kicked her naked legs behind her, her white skirt and green panties lying neatly folded on the desk. "It may surprise you to learn this, but up until you developed your interest in being spanked, the sport had quite fallen out of favor at the school". Jenny wasn’t a bit surprised. "Of course, it isn’t that no girls were being spanked, but it was seen as more of a punishment than an achievement to be proud of. The girls avoided their spankings, Jenny, and we quite lost our competitive edge". Jenny bawled and her tears dripped from her blue eyes and onto the floor as her red buttocks were relentlessly slapped. "I must admit, I myself was somewhat skeptical when I first heard that you were taking being spanked as your sport. But you certainly proved *me* wrong! When I learned that you are going to represent your school in a match against St. Mary’s, why my heart leapt within my chest. I know that you have put a lot of work into being spanked and I know that you will try your hardest and not let down the side". Jenny begged for mercy, but didn’t get any. Instead, the spanking rained down hard and fast onto her hot little behind. "I just wanted to call you to my office to let you know that and to tan your tail on my own behalf. You are doing wonderful things, Jenny, things to be proud of. I want you do know that if you ever want anything, whether it be permission for absence for class so that you can practice or just some good old fashioned paddling over my knee, just come to my office and ask. I promise you that the absence slips will be forthcoming and the spankings will be roasting". Poor Jenny cried like a baby and was spanked and spanked and spanked over the headmistress’ knee.

The headmistress’ sentiments were very much echoed elsewhere. The school that had once regarded Jenny as simply eccentric, now stood behind her in her quest to bring them glory. The girls were very forthcoming with praise and encouragement, expressing their dear wish that she put St. Mary’s School in its place. The teachers were forthcoming not only with praise and encouragement, but also with "helpful" spankings for Jenny’s bare bottom, even though she asked them very politely to spare her. There was not one of them who did not, at some point or other, have her squirming and crying across their knee, underpants down, as they slapped away hard at her naked red rump. Even the cleaning ladies warmed their palms on the skin of poor Jenny’s backside. Yet however hot Jenny was behind when she arrived home, her mother never let her keep her panties in place for long. All of Mrs. Black’s hopes for Jenny’s sporting success rode on her triumph in the match and she wasn’t about to let her lose through a lack of spanking practice. She took her ten-year old daughter across her knee whenever she could find the time and made the bare-bottomed girl bellow from paddling. Jenny would flee from the spankings of school only to be greeted by the spankings of home, and would flee from the spankings of home only to be greeted by the spankings of school. It seemed that wherever she went, her behind grew only the warmer.

The turnout on the big night was strong. The match was held in the gym at The Fourth Street School, but here were just as many supporters from St. Mary’s, come to root for their own champion. The St. Mary’s girls sat on one side of the gym, a wall of gray in their uniforms. On the other side sat the Fourth Street girls in their street clothes. The St. Mary’s girls smugly assured each other any school that didn’t require uniforms could not possibly produce a real champion at being spanked. They told each other that at the Fourth Street School, being spanking was just a hobby, whereas at St. Mary’s, being spanked was a way of life. They insisted to one another that the Fourth Street girls were hardly ever spanked at school, whereas at St. Mary’s, there was always a sullen line outside the headmistress’ office. The Fourth Street girls who overheard tried to counter with anecdotes of corporal punishments inflicted at their own institution, but were forced to admit that of the two schools, St. Mary’s did seem to be more perilous for young bottoms. Still, theFourth Street girls could proudly boast of Jenny Black and the ubiquitous sound, at their school, of her pleading for mercy. The St. Mary’s girls replied that Jenny could not possibly plead more constantly nor more piteously than Trisha Marshall. They boasted that Trisha’s panties were taken down so often that the elastic was always wearing out. Tara said that she would rather be Trisha Marshall than Jenny Black any time. She said that if Trisha spent a day getting ’the Jenny Black treatment’ she would learn what being spanked was *really* all about. The St. Mary’s girls insisted just as emphatically that they would *much* rather be Jenny than Trisha, and that if Jenny only understood what Trisha got over the knee, she would never beg for mercy again. The teachers from the two schools were less openly combative, but the sense of competition was still keenly felt. The Fourth Street teachers stated that they knew from personal experience of spanking Jenny panties-down over their knee that she was a true champion at being spanked. The St. Mary’s teachers replied that they were sure they had spanked Trisha panties-down over *their* knees much more often and that she knew more about being spanked than any other girl in the world. The Fourth Street teachers had to admit that Trisha had been getting spanked for sport for longer, but boasted that since Jenny had started, her bottom had been kept bare and red and that her relentless spanking regime had more than prepared her to meet any challenge.

Mrs. Sales stood and called for quiet. "Welcome staff, girls, and most of all, parents. It has been a long time since the Fourth Street school has had a spanking team and just as long since we have competed with other schools. But today we are to see a fine display of being spanked that will hopefully reverse the fortunes of the sport. Jenny and Trisha have worked very hard to prepare themselves. Their bare bottoms have been subjected to intensive paddling, day after day, irrespective of the pain or of their pleas for mercy. I hope that their commitment and their sportswomanship serve as inspirations to us all. Now, it is time for the players to take their positions". Mrs. Black led Jenny, sniffling and eyes downcast, to the chair sitting in the center of the gym. The girl was clad in a white tennis dress, garb which had struck her mother as appropriately sporty. Trisha was sniffling too as her mother led her out, the woman turning her head to the crowd and smilingly proudly. Trisha was wearing her gray St. Mary’s uniform. The girls were to be spanked by their sports teachers, although any spanker would be legal by the rules. Mrs. Sales and Mrs. Yakov both took their respective seats. The headmistress of the Fourth Street school stood up and loudly instructed "ladies, put your girl over your knee". The women laid their respective ten-year olds over their laps. "Remove the outermost garment" instructed the headmistress. Jenny and Trisha’s skirts were taken up over their respective white panties. "Bare their bottoms" said the headmistress and there was a smattering of excited applause from the crowd as two pairs of panties came down and two naked young backsides made their appearance. Both bottoms were already red from smacking. "Let the spanking begin!" cried the headmistress and the crowd cheered as the slaps began to rain on tender skin. The watching girls winced to see such enthusiastic paddling and thanked their great good fortune that it was not their backsides that were subjected to such treatment. From the safety of the sidelines, they cheered on their respective contestants and proudly pointed out to one another how their favorite cried and bucked as she was tanned.

Mrs. Marshall made her way over to Mrs. Black and said "look at the way my Trisha squirms from her spanking. She certainly knows all about being over the knee. Of course, I’m always paddling her little bottom at home so she never gets a chance to forget". Mrs. Black bristled.

She replied "well Jenny gets a lot of spankings at home too. No-matter how she begs, she never gets the slightest respite".

"Why, I didn’t mean to suggest that you were underpanking your daughter! I was just saying, I give Trisha a lot of spankings. She’s been training at this sport hard for a while now"

"Well, I admit, Jenny hasn’t being getting spanked for sport for as long as Trisha has. But she has *really* taken to it. She has talent and has been practicing so diligently lately. Even the greatest being spanked champions have to start somewhere"

"That is true. Do you know, when Trisha first started to practice being spanked at home, I let her keep her panties on for spankings!"

"You didn’t take down her panties when you spanked her?" gasped Mrs. Black.

"I didn’t know I was supposed to! I was new to the sport so I spanked her with her panties on. Trisha never told me that they got taken down at school and I would never have found out if Mrs. Yakov hadn’t mentioned taking her panties down, just in passing. I was so mortified that I had been spanking her wrong! That weekend, I took her panties away altogether and gave that little bare bottom so many spankings that my hand hurt like the Dickens". Mrs. Black laughed at the story and the ice melted. The two women looked over to where their half-naked daughter’s bawled, red rumped and sore as their spankings went on and on. Mrs. Black admitted "your Trisha *is* good at being spanked. The red of her bottom shows up nicely on her fair skin".

"Your Jenny definitely has real talent" Mrs. Marshall replied. "She’s kicking those legs like she has been getting spanked all day long". Mrs. Black blushed.

"Well, it is only fair to say that she didn’t go in there with an entirely unspanked rear"

"Oh, of course not! Do you think that Trisha hasn’t been spanked today? In this sport, success is two percent talent and ninety eight percent spanking, spanking, spanking. Smacking that bottom is always the right thing to do". Mrs. Black smiled.

"Hey - let me share something I’ve learned. You probably already know this. Have you ever tried spanking Trisha’s wet bottom?"

"No. She sometimes gets a spanking before she’s dressed from a shower but I let her dry off first"

"Next time, don’t let her dry. Just take her over your knee all wet and spank that rump. She’ll really yell. I don’t know why, but a spanking on a wet bottom really hurts"

"Well *thank you*!" enthused Mrs. Marshall happily. "I’m not too proud to learn. I’ll take her out of the shower and spank her right away the very next chance I get. I’d like to see how well this works. I wonder if I can think of any tricks to pass on to you to return the favor.oh, I know! Have you ever tried double-spanking Jenny?"

"What’s double spanking?"

"Well, you give her a really good spanking and then, *right away* you give her *another* really good spanking. Its hard on the arm, but you should hear Trisha roar when she gets that second spanking! Her backside is absolutely at its most sensitive and she squirms from the pain like she’s a fish on the floor of a rowboat!". And so the two women talked, and laughed and shared tips, while their two bawling ten-year old daughters were spanked and spanked and spanked.

In the end, it was decided that given what a magnificent effort both girls had made, they were both to be declared winners. The crowd cheered and the two mothers hugged one another, as their two wailing daughters pulled up their panties over red bottoms and grabbed their punished flesh with both hands. They appeared to be the only people in the packed gym who were not absolutely delighted by the news of their victory. As if things weren’t bad enough, their mothers quickly took their panties down again for more spanking, so as to better bask in the reflected glory of their fame. Mrs. Black quickly learned that everything Mrs. Marshall had said about the effects of "double-spanking" a girl’s bottom were absolutely true.

Jenny was now the local celebrity at school. All the girls wanted to know her and all the teachers wanted to spank her bare bottom in order to help her train. The school had tasted victory and had no intention of allowing Jenny to slide back into obscurity. It was perfectly common to see Jenny being spanked by the teacher in class, or for that matter to see Jenny being spanked in the staff-room, or spanked on the lawn, or spanked naked and wet in the showers. The headmistress even spanked her bare bottom on the platform at school assembly while extolling her virtues to the other girls. The girls gave Jenny a standing ovation, but she would gladly have forgone it in order to be spared the headmistress’ public ovation on her naked behind.

Other competitions were to follow. Jenny soon found herself traveling around the state so that crowds at different schools could watch her being spanked on her bare bottom. Sometimes it was Mrs. Sales who gave her her spanking and sometimes it was her mother - it didn’t matter much to Jenny, since they both spanked with equal mercy and treated her with equal concern for her dignity. While most schools sent no students to compete in the spanked matches, enough schools did that there was quite a variety of girls involved. Jenny saw girls of every race, class and creed being spanked on their naked behinds. Her mother was touched by the thought that girls everything are all the same when they are over the knee getting their bare bottoms tanned hard. Jenny’s thoughts were much simpler - she just wanted to be spanked a little bit less. The other girls competing felt exactly the same. It wasn’t just the adults who had little sympathy for the paddled youngsters. The girls who had just come to watch, the girls who were *not* being spanked, were only too happy to root for their school and to cheer on their hot-bottomed athletes. Despite the partisan nature of the cheering, the level of sportsmanship was impressive. A girl who showed herself adept at being spanked was bound to be acclaimed by the crowd regardless of her school of origin. Jenny Black always seemed to be a crowd pleaser and her squirms and cries were always met with applause and adulation.

When the ad began, the picture showed a woman sitting on a chair in a parking lot. She wore a cowboy hat and had Jenny Black panties-down across her knee. She was spanking Jenny’s bare red bottom hard while Jenny helplessly kicked her legs and cried like a baby. "I’m Cassandra Spencer, owner of Spencer’s Used Cars. I have with me Jenny Black, one of the star players of our state being spanked team. Well, Jenny knows that when she is out there being spanked in front of the judges, she needs to be able to rely on her team. If she is going to bring those medals home, she needs that spanking palm to be at the right place at the right time. Here at Spencer’s Used Cars, we want to be *your* team. We know that when you buy a used car from us, that car will get you where you want to be, when you want to be there. That is why, for thirty days only, when you buy a used car from Spencer’s Used Cars, you’ll get six months complete warranty, absolutely free. That’s a spank-tastic deal". The banner hung above the lot in the commercial (and thereafter) had the words "Spank-tastic Savings Month" adorning a picture of Jenny bawling from the bare-bottom spanking she was getting over Cassandra Spencers’s knee. In the picture, near to Jenny’s howling face, were the much smaller words "Jenny Black, local being spanked champion. Spencer’s Used Cars is a proud sponsor of Jenny Black". Cassandra Spencer said "just like Jenny goes over the knee, you’ll be over the moon about our special offer. But hurry while our stocks last - with this deal, these cars are hotter than Jenny Black’s bottom! Right, Jenny?". There was a close-up of Jenny’s tear-streaked face as she roared "I’ll be good! I’ll do anything! No more spankings! Rah! Ha! Ha! Ha!". The shot cut back to Cassanda Spencer laughing and saying "Well, maybe not *that* hot!".