A Grown Girl Crosses the Line (A Hazard County Story)

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A Grown Girl Crosses the Line (A Hazard County Story)

Note: Since this is the third story set in this world, I'm skipping most of the introduction. The first Hazard County story is Christmas Across the County Line (at http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=130 ) and it has all the world building. The second one, Looping Across the County Line (at http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2424 ), adds to the world.

Basically, in the future there is a government collapse. Various different areas develop their own systems of laws, and when the rebuilding happens it is based around the concept of alternative jurisdictions where different states and counties have their own laws. One county might sell heroin in drugstores, but ban weed because of second hand smoke. Another might ban alcohol and third might have no drinking age. It is an odd future, one where there are references to fuel problems, dirigibles terminals, the Dachshund Bus Line, and American King who has a ceremonial role.

Most of the country is more or less "mainstream", and that includes Wellington County. Neighbouring Hazard County is also more or less mainstream, except on the subject of spankings. Some spankings happen in Wellington County, but not many, while anyone under the age of 21 can be spanked for almost any reason in Hazard County. A common parental threat in Wellington County is to take someone across the line, but it is mostly said in jest. Yes, this intro is a bit confusing, but it makes more sense if you read Christmas Across the County Line.

Go read that story now. This one will be waiting for you when you get back.


Part 1 - Waiting outside a punishment centre

Elaine paused by the door to the punishment centre, looking wishfully at it. She had been in Hazard Country for two days and while she had seen a few kids get their tans tanned she hadn't felt so much as a tap on her own backside. Not that she wanted to be spanked, but it was odd to think that, even at her age, her bottom was at risk in this odd alternative jurisdiction. Just because they legally set the official “too old to spank” age here at 21 while embracing spanking like it was the best thing in the world.

Elaine knew, in theory, what happened in one of those punishment centres. Someone over the age of 21 brought someone under the age of 21 into the building and arranged for a spanking to be delivered, then it happened. Not that Elaine really knew much about spanking, or how they would be delivered, but Elaine couldn't see herself walking into one of those centres and asking questions about spankings.

Nor could she see herself asking anyone else. She had made a made a few noises about spanking at the hotel but that had almost resulted her learning far more about spanking than she wanted to. At least she thought it had. She wasn't sure, but it seemed that she was moments away from getting first hand knowledge about spanking. Like she was some little kid who needed to be taken in hand.

But Elaine wasn't a kid. She was old enough that when they booked hotel rooms she had ended up with her own room. It was a small one with a single bed, but it was still better than sharing with a family member. And she was wandering on her own while her family toured together. Not that she had needed her parent to take her places; she hadn't for years. She could even drive where she wanted to go, rent a car in her own name, and generally expect to be treated like an adult.

Except here, in Hazard Country, where she was technically young enough to be treated like a kid.

“Elaine? Elaine Sands? Is that you?”

Elaine turned at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Uncle Robert?” Elaine asked in surprise.

Not that Robert Miller was a real uncle. He was a family friend who Elaine had grown up calling uncle. He was great friend of one of her real uncles, her mother's younger brother Ted. Robert played guitar to her Uncle Ted's drums in a semi-professional bar band. She expected to see him with the guitar case he was (as always) carrying but ever thought she would see him here.

“What are you doing here?” Robert asked. “Don't tell me you're meeting someone inside there?”

“No! Of course not.” Elaine answered, trying not to blush. “I was just kind of curious about what happened in there. But not curious enough to, um, well, go in.”

“But what are you doing you even doing in Hazard Country?” Robert asked.

“Oh, mom's company needed her to negotiate something here, dad could get time off work, so we decided to make a family trip out of it.” Elaine asked. “You?”

“I'm got a offer to do some session work on a recording and I jumped at.” Robert said. “It's odd, working with a different group, but none of the others could make it. Your uncle almost made it, but that thing with his daughter...”

“You mean he was even thinking about missing Lisa's recital?” Elaine gasped in mock horror.

“Not when he checked the date and saw the conflict.” Robert assured her.

“So you're here alone?” Elaine asked.

“The old ball and chain couldn't book work off to accompany me.” Robert answered. “I almost didn't get time off work myself. I had to make waves to be here, but I figured, session work at recording studio? It's worth it for the rep alone.”

Elaine nodded, wondering if Uncle Robert would make more than his travelling expenses from the recording work.

“So you're curious about what goes on in there?” Robert asked, jerking his thumb towards the punishment centre.

“Well, um, well I kind of know...”

“Not with your parents you don't.” Robert joked. “But don't worry, I'll pop in and see if I can get a rundown on how it works.”

“You will?” Elaine asked.

“Sure, no problem.” Robert said. “I'll be right back.”

Elaine smiled and watched Robert enter the punishment centre. Then she waited. A minute or two later, Elaine decided that maybe standing by the door wasn't the best idea. Moving off a bit, she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Checking the time, Elaine was almost surprised to find how much time had passed. She had thought it was just a case of a watched pot never boils, but she had actually been waiting for a while before Robert emerged from the build. He glanced around, spotted her, and headed towards her.

“Let's walk and talk.” Robert said. “Actually, that's a bus stop. Let's move there.”

“Um, okay.” Elaine agreed.

“Those people.” Robert muttered as they walked. “Self important bureaucrats. Petty minded dictators. Would they answer questions? Only to a point. For more information I needed to bring someone in. Can you believe they suggested I just grab some teen off the street? One of them must have spotted you because she suggested that I grab that girl who's been hanging around. As if.”

“Um, so...”

“So let's grab the next bus and talk there.” Robert said. “Unless you want to talk about this on the street? That sounds almost as bad as taking you into the punishment centre itself.”

“Um, maybe you're right.” Elaine agreed.

Waiting for the bus, Elaine wondered if she had the right ally with her. Uncle Robert's disdain for forms and systems were near legendary. Either he battled the system with a pointless obstinacy or scheme a way of turning the system on its head so that it gave him exactly what he want. From his muttering it seemed that the first option was in play today.


The bus was less than a quarter full, meaning that they no problem finding semi private seats where they could talk without being overheard.

“Here's the main points: I couldn't get a brochure or anything, but I got a form and they gave me an idea.” Robert said, opening his guitar case and producing an official looking form. “Those bean counters kept saying that it was lucky I was here and not at a certain other centre, one in the middle of the tourist area, where they wouldn't have had time to talk to me. They kept mentioning how backed up that centre was. That there was a line up and half the time when the tourists got to the front of the line the one who signed the paperwork said 'sorry, I've changed my mind' and no one got spanked.”

“So?” Elaine asked, not understanding.

“So you were curious about what happened in there?” Robert said with a smile. “How's about we go there, to a place where you're expected to turn around and leave when you get the head of the line?”

“That... that sounds okay.” Elaine said. “But why did you grab a form at that centre? Why not wait until we get there?”

“So we can go in with a form their teeny tiny minds can't process.” Robert said, closing his guitar case and flipping it over to use as a writing surface. “First, we put a mark in a 'for office use only' section of the form.”

Robert made a mark in one of the greyed out boxes, but Elaine's eyes were fixed on the top of the form.

“That's my information!” Elaine protested, seeing her name, date of birth, address, and all the rest.

“Oh, I filled that in already.” Robert said dismissively. “The main thing is the next part. Now the next bit, the bit that's not who you are, is the state of the target.”

Elaine shifted her eyes to the line he was pointing at, to the four boxes. They read “clothing”, “underwear”, “bare”, and “nude”.

“What's the difference between bare and nude?” Elaine asked. “Aren't they the same?”

“I asked about that.” Robert told her. “Bare means the target area is bare while nude means everywhere is bare. It's to increase the embarrassment factor.”

“Oh.”

“But since this isn't going to be use, let's go with the old standby.” Robert said, checking the 'bare' box. “Now the next section lists instruments and has space for order and number.”

“Huh?”

“Take the first box labelled hand.” Robert explained. “If I put one in the order and 25 for the number, I'm saying to start with 25 hand smacks, right?”

“Right.” Elaine agreed.

To her horror she saw Robert fill in those values.

“Um, what are you...”

“Then if we put two and 25 by strap then that's what would happen next.”

“Are you sure that the form can't be used now?” Elaine asked, worried by what it showed.

“Now we mess it up a bit more.” Robert said.

He skipped over a host of instruments to the cane section.

“Now we put a three in the order box, check off r and t, but leave the number of smacks blank.” Robert said. “There's no way for them to process it.”

“R and t?” Elaine asked.

“There are three target boxes to check.” Robert explained. “H for hand, r for rear, and t for thighs. But there's no number there so they can't process the form. Now to make things even harder.”

The bottom of the form had spaces for the 'guardian' and 'subject' to print their names and sign beneath it. Robert did his classic “try to read this” doodle that wasn't a signature but might look like one, but he did in the spot for 'subject' as he drew something that looked vaguely like letters in the 'print' of the other party.

“Now print your name under 'subject' and sign it under 'guardian'.” Robert instructed. “With the signatures not matching the printed space there's no way it can be processed, even if they miss the mark in the 'office use only', the lack of a number under the cane. And of course we aren't going to hand it over to them.”

“We aren't?” Elaine said in relief.

“We're getting to the head of the line and changing our minds, remember?” Robert said. Then his face shifted. “Unless you didn't want that. If that's the case we could get a fresh form and...”

“No, I'm good with the plan.” Elaine assured him.


Part 2 - standing in a punishment centre

Soon enough they were at the other punishment centre and Elaine could see what Robert had been talking about. Elaine had a weird feeling as she walked through the doors, but Robert was with her and she knew that they would be leaving together. As predicted, the place was crowded with an unruly line snaking down the centre of the building.

Robert guided her around the main line to the desk where a receptionist was handing out forms. Elaine watched as only about half the people taking the forms bothered joining the main line. When it was there turn Robert showed the receptionist their form.

“If you have a form then you can joined the main line, but she has to hold it.”

“Her? Why? It's my decision, not hers.” Robert demanded.

The bored clerk gave a rote answer. From the tone of her voice it was clear that she gave this answer dozens of times a day.

“In the past we have had people play pranks by sending someone elses subject ahead with the wrong the form. Which, while legal, is in poor taste and leads to complaints. If the subjects holds the form then the only pranks that can happen is they switch forms and any subject stupid enough to do that deserves what she gets.”

“She?” Elaine channelled, knowing that boys could be sent to these places as well.

The receptionist barely looked at Elaine as she gave another familiar answer.

“The bulk of our subjects are, like you, teenage girls who need a good spanking. Whether or not their guardians are just filling out forms or plan to 'change their minds' when they get to the front of the line, they all deserve a good spanking. Otherwise they wouldn't be here. As far as I can see, all you tourists are wannabe brats who need a red backside.”

Elaine thought about a rejoinder, but before she could think of one Robert handed her the form and steered her towards the line.

“How could she talk to me like that?” Elaine hissed to Robert.

Robert learned over to her and whispered:

“Because she thinks that I've taken you here for a spanking. Think about that. You're not a little kid so you're much too old for spanking and I'm not old enough to be your father; what do you think she was thinking?”

Elaine blushed at that suggestion. To her Robert was just her Uncle Robert, a married guy she had known before she had to shave her legs. To think about him like that...

Elaine shifted her attention to her form, rereading it in an effort to distract herself from that mental image. A quick scan revealed that it hadn't shifted. The carefully chosen errors glared back at her in a reassuring manner. Glancing from the form Elaine looked at the others in line with her, hoping that the receptionist had been lying, but she hadn't been. Most of the people in line with her were teenaged girls who were much closer to 21 than 12. At least the ones she could see were. Three mother daughter pairs stood in front of her, then the line turned around a corner.

With her blush now under control, Elaine whispered to Robert again.

“So what's the plan?”

“We stay in line until we get the front then peal off.” Robert whispered back. “That way you can see how things work and maybe even see beyond the line something when doors open in front of you.”

Then the line advanced a couple of spaces and Elaine was sure that she heard giggling from the girls who had just turned the corner. Then the line advanced again and, turning the corner she saw the cause of the giggling.

It wasn't the sight of the people walking back down the line (obviously deciding not to go ahead with the spanking). Nor was it the fact that the returners were smirking at the others in line. No, it was the conditions of those standing in line. If the line had been straight then Elaine couldn't have seen much, but the guardians all seemed on the left (next to the wall) and various “subjects” were making a point to lean or step the right so that Elaine (and others) could see them from the back. Some of them were even making a point of looking behind themselves to see the girls behind them looking at them.

Some of them had shorts, slacks, or jeans down to mid thigh. A few looked as if they were wearing only their tops. One or two looked like they were in swimsuits, then there were two that seemed to have their panties below the hem of their skirts.

Then a woman dressed like one of the staff walked down the line, herding girls closer to the wall. She was followed by another pair who had decided not to go ahead with things, which gave Elaine an idea of just how long the line was. A few girls balked about stepping back to the wall, earning themselves smacks that sent them scurrying back in line.

The staffer stopped to talk to someone about ten girls ahead of Elaine, allowing the returning couple to pass her. As they did, Elaine wondered about the fourth pair. The line had advanced four spots but only three couples had left, implying that maybe someone had actually gone on to get a spanking.

The teenaged girl that the staff member was talking to stepped out of line, sliding off her shoes as she did. Elaine gasped as the smirking girl undid her slacks, then stepped out of them. Handing her slacks to her escort, the girl put her shoes back on and stepped back into line.

The staffer moved on, but the next girl just listened to her. The one after that stepped out of line to drop her shorts to her knees, exposing a backside that was framed with tanlines with a thong covering barely any of her untanned rear.

The next pair asked if the staffer had a pen to change the girl's form, which delayed things, but the staffer moved on without the girl stepping out of line.

Then the six remaining pairs were crowding the staffer, with multiple voices explaining that they were all together. Elaine only heard snips of what the staffer said as the girls ahead of her were giggling.

Giggling that didn't stop when the staffer moved on. With the six couples ahead of her mingling and whispering as the staffer moved to where Elaine stood with Robert.

“Hello and welcome to the main line. My name is Diane and I'm helping manage the line today.”

“Hello Diane.” Robert said with a smile. “This Elaine and I'm her Uncle Robert.”

Elaine nodded, glad that Robert had implied a familial relationship.

“As you can see there is a long line.” Diane said, barely pausing her speech. “To speed things up we recommend preparing early. Even if you plan on changing your mind when reach the front of the line, preparing now is generally a good idea.”

“Um, so that girl in the shorts and thongs is down for a bare bottom spanking?” Elaine asked, playing for time to decide.

“No, she's down for a spanking on her underwear, even though they don't protect anything except her modesty. Your form please.”

It wasn't a request. Elaine handed it over without thinking, then remembered the errors. The errors that might send her out of the line far too early.

Diane barely glanced at it before handing it back.

“You're down for bare, so to speed things up you should remove your skirt, lower your panties, or step out of them.” Diane explained. “At least for now; you can always prepare more later.”

Elaine considered her options. If there had been someone behind her to appreciate the show she would have stepped out of her panties, but there was no one to watch. If she removed her skirt then whoever came behind her might think that she was just down for a panty spanking. That left only one real option.

Elaine reached under her skirt and thumbed down her panties, lower them to just above her knees so they would be clearly visible.

Diane left them, heading back up the line, herding girls back towards the wall. Robert leaned over and whispered to Elaine.

“It's too bad we didn't know about that part.” Robert muttered. “You could have worn two pairs of panties.”

Elaine nodded.

“That would be awesome. I'd be standing here covered with everyone thinking I'm going commando.” Elaine agreed. “Do you think any of the other girls are doing that?”

“How should I know?” Robert asked. “I can't see most of them, even when they are showing off by getting a bit out of line.”

Then one of the six girls in front of her took her T-shirt off to reveal a bikini top, producing squeals from the others.

“Traci! What are you doing?”

“Chill. I'm down for nude, right?” Traci said with a smile. “And it's not like I'm flashing my bra. This is what I wear to the beach.”

That set off the others. A pair of jeans were removed, shorts went down to knees, a girl with a low hem lowered her panties to her ankles, but the last two didn't change at all.


The line advanced in fits and spurts, often accompanied by people walking back down the line. Often, but not always, which meant that some people reached the end of the line and continued on.

As other people joined the line behind her, Elaine joined with the other girls who leaned or stepped out of line. She showed off how her panties were down and occasionally glanced back to see what others were and weren't wearing. Glancing around, she didn't see anyone showing more than girl ahead of her who was standing in her thong. Other than her, the most she saw was were panties, either down like hers were or hugging bottoms.

Diane kept going up and down the line, herding girls back in place, delivering swats when girls moved too slowly. Occasionally Diane explained that they had to keep the access way clear, but usually she just said “scoot” and swatted. As for the line itself, Elaine couldn't help noticing how the girl with the long skirt had to waddle with her panties around her ankles.

The line inched around another corner and Diane was walking slowly down the line again, pausing to talk to people. Once more girls stepped from the line to expose themselves a bit more. The girl who had taken her slacks off made a point to step aside to roll up her blouse, exposing a couple of inches of skin above her panties. The girl in the thong rolled up her T-shirt, putting her untanned cheeks on full display. Once more the group in front of Elaine went into a mini huddle as Diane moved on to Elaine.

“Hello again. Now to speed things up it would help if you helped prepare the target area and, yes, I've already told you that but there's more to show.” Diane said. “In your case, your skirt could go or you could step out of your panties.”

“Um, but if I remove my skirt my bum will show.”

“And when you reach the front of the line it will show and it will get smacked.” Diane answered bluntly. “That's why you're here, remember?”

“Why not just step out of your underwear?” Robert suggested.

Elaine shot him a look, then nodded. Stepping out of the line, she turned to face Robert then reached down and stepped out of her panties. In theory it should haven't matted as much as lowering them to her knees, her hands didn't even go under her skirt so there was no chance of flashing skin, but somehow this felt worse than just lowering them. Having them completely off made her feel more naked than just lowering them.

Elaine stepped back into line, shoving the panties into her purse, and Diane was on to the next girl.

“We didn't want to show our hand, did we?” Robert muttered, explaining his suggestion. “If they knew we weren't really doing it then they'd ask us to leave now, not when we got to the front of the line..”

“You're right.” Elaine agreed.

Ahead of them, Traci (who was down for a naked spanking) removed her shorts to stand there in her bikini. The girl who had removed her jeans shifted nervously as the girl with her panties around her ankles removed her skirt. She made sure that her blouse was down, and it covered her almost to mid thigh, but she was now wearing only her top. As for the two who hadn't changed, they were teased a bit over it.

Looking at that girl wearing only her top, Elaine wasn't sure if she should pity the girl or envy her. When Traci glanced back and saw what her friend had done, well if looks could kill. It was clear that Traci felt that she had been topped.

“Way to show your bottom Judi.”

“You're showing more skin than I am.” Judi countered. “Half your bikini is up your crack and no one can see my curves.”

“But they know you're bare under there.” Traci countered.

“Well duh.” Judi smirked.

Elaine nodded to herself and wondered how far down her top might stretch. Not that she wanted to take her skirt off, but the line was full of one uppers and Elaine didn't want come in last. Not that she knew any of these girls or was with the group ahead of her, but it was the principle.

That principle, that need to show off, was why Elaine was thinking of hiking her skirt a bit. Not much, not to show everything, just enough to give flashes of her cheeks. Not that she liked showing off that way but without her panties showing there was nothing to show that she wasn't fully dressed.

The line continued to move, with Judi waddling as she walked.


The line inched forward, finally reaching the official waiting room. The line snaked around three of the four walls. The chairs in the middle just there for the 'guardians'; no girls were sitting there. A floor plan on the wall showed the office's layout; it seemed that there were a series of small rooms on the other side of the long corridor they had come down. The number of rooms surprised them Elaine; it looked as if the place could process a large volume of girls. Which was odd, since it seemed to her that most of the girls had walked out the way they had come.

Then there was a squawking at the front of the line. A girl barely still in her teens was being led off, almost dragged off, protesting that it was supposed to be just a joke. The woman accompanying her just smiled and took a seat in the waiting area, exchanging laughs with some of the others waiting there. The next girl was escorted back down the line but the one after that handed over her form with a smile.

“It looks like someone's glad to go down that corridor.” Robert noted. “She must want to have a genuine Hazard County spanking as a souvenir of her trip here.”

“Um, it looks like that.” Elaine agreed.

“If you wanted to, um, really know what goes on in one of those rooms we could get a fresh form.” Robert offered.

Elaine opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

There was a long, expectant pause as she searched for the words..

“Um, no, I'm, um, er, um, not that curious.” Elaine muttered.

Even as the words left her lips, Elaine was wondering if she was lying about that. If maybe, just maybe, the form had said six over her panties, then maybe she would go for it. But the form didn't say that. More to the point, there was no way she do that in front of her Uncle Robert. Maybe if he wasn't here then... no, Elaine realised that he had to be here. That there was no way she would have the courage to stand in line alone.

Diane didn't enter the room, but there was another woman managing the line here. Once more Elaine saw girls shifting clothes, but now they didn't have to step out of line to do it. Lining three of the walls, they were now always in view. Elaine approached the corner to the final wall, the woman had a talk with the people in front of her.

The girl who had removed her slacks and rolled up her blouse nervously shook her head. Then the one behind her, who hadn't adjusted any clothing, left the line and then the room. When the woman talked to the girl in the thong the girl smirked. The girl in the thong smirked, stuck a finger in the waistband of the thong to snap it, then showed her form to the woman and flashed her a saucy look. The next girl (who had yet to shift her clothes) also left with her escort, then the woman was talking to the group of six. The group was giggling again as the woman went down the line to Elaine and introduced herself.

“Hello, I'm Linda. Now that you approaching the front of the line it's time to really prepare.”

“Um, by that...” Elaine began.

“If you were here with me, then now's the time your skirt would go.” Linda said bluntly. “And if it doesn't, if you're just here to see the sights, then maybe it's time you went.”

“Um, well...” Elaine stammered.

“Personally I think that every subject who reaches this point of the line should be spanked, but it's not my call.” Linda stated.

“Um, you didn't... um, not see form look.” Elaine stammered incoherently.

“No, but we don't get many choosing the clothed option so it's either panties or bare. Now you should get ready or get going.” Linda said coldly. “Or maybe next time I see you I'll give you a smack.”

Then the staffer was on to the next person in line.

“Um, should we go?” Elaine squeaked.

“Why? Because some petty minded pen pusher suggested it?” Robert sneered. “Why should we make her job easier? Besides, I'm not sure, but from that diagram someone at the head of the line should be able to look down that corridor.”

“Huh?”

“If you get to the front of the line then you might see girls going into the rooms.” Robert clarified. “Or maybe one leaving afterwards.”

Elaine forgot to breathe. Not for long, but long enough that Robert noticed.

“Um... but...”

Elaine's mind raced. Looking down that corridor wouldn't the same as walking down it, but it was the most she would ever do that involved spanking. This was her one chance, but if that Linda woman came back...

It was the girls in front of her who helped Elaine decided. From overhearing them, it was clear that they were just there to stand in line. The girl who removed her jeans smoothed her T-shirt down as far as it would go then, in a single smooth motion as if she feared changing her mind, slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Her T-shirt wasn't quite long enough; when she straightened the very bottom of her rear peaked out. The girl who had previously taken off her shorts off rolled her top up. Judi didn't bother to do more, but Traci smiled and undid her bikini top.

A few of the girls with her inhaled deeply, but Traci just smiled.

“Chill. I'm down for a naky spanky, right? So I'm just getting ready.” Traci said, proud to have topped the others.

Elaine didn't think the roomed was cold, but Traci was perky. Maybe she liked being looked at or maybe she was just interested in all this talk about spanking, but whatever it was had Traci's nipples pointing up. Seeing how Traci was reacting was just the nudge that Elaine needed to stay.

Elaine undid her skirt, trying to tug her blouse down as she wiggled out of her skirt. She was sure that everything was covered when she stuffed her skirt into her purse. Of course it didn't really fit and there was no way to close her purse with her skirt sticking out, but she had taken the plunge.

Seeing Traci flaunting herself, Elaine was tempted to flash a full moon just so everyone would know that she was ready for a bare bottom spanking. Tempted, but not daring enough.


Part 3 - At the head of the line


Then, as the line moved Elaine to the final wall, a voice broke through her thoughts.

“Is that an acoustic, traditional electric, or self con electric?”

Elaine turned to see a woman standing about three feet away, but the woman wasn't talking to her. She wasn't even looking at Elaine as she addressed Robert.

“Self contained electric.” Robert answered. “I know that traditionalists prefer the old electrics, but with a self con model you have total control of the power you use when playing. You just can't get that with an amp.”

That brought a sage nod.

“Ah, the old sound verses power issue. Do you play professionally?”

“Semi-professionally.” Robert admitted. “I still have a day job, but I get paid digs. I'm actually in town to do some session work.”

“Really? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Heather.”

“Robert.”

“And I don't need to know her name, do I?” Heather asked, indicating Elaine.

“Probably not.” Elaine answered.

“Why don't we take a seat and have a talk. I'm going to be waiting a while and the line moves slowly once it gets to this wall.” Heather said. “Most of the lookers leave when they get that last speech, which slows things down after this point.”

Elaine tried not to smile at that. Some of the girls in front of her didn't try to hide smiles; Traci openly laughed at those words.

“We might as well sit and talk.” Robert agreed.

“Um, Uncle Robert?” Elaine squeaked.

“Don't worry.” Robert assured her “If you get to the head of the line without me then your form is already filled out the right way, isn't it?”

“Um, sure, but...”

Robert squeezed passed her.

Elaine's mouth went dry when it hit her that she was standing in line alone. She quickly rechecked the form and found the errors where she expected them. The form had so many faults that it could never be processed.

“I can do this.” Elaine muttered to herself.

Then she lost herself in the idea that she was standing in a line in a punishment centre with only her blouse over her bare bottom. The line moved relatively quickly, with some of the girls protesting as they discovered that they weren't there simply to stand in line. At times she glanced over at Robert as he talked with Heather, wishing they were sitting closer. The chairs near the final wall were packed full so Robert and Heather were on the far side of the room as they talked music.

Finally Elaine was nearing the front of the line. The girl who had once been ten in front of her and was now eight, who had removed her slacks and rolled up her blouse, reached the front of the line. She stepped out of line, rolling her blouse down as she did. She quickly slipped on her slacks and then walked back to the front of the centre with her escort, both of them giggling as they went.

Elaine expected that, but not the shouted protests coming from the girl in the thong. Elaine stared as the girl was hauled down that corridor, her resistance earning her a few swats on her mostly bare bottom to help her on the way.

Knowing that the next six girls were about to leave, Elaine psyched herself to stare down the corridor and hope to see into one of the rooms. That was when reality departed from the script. The girl who had removed her jeans, whose bottom was peaking out below her T-shirt, suddenly discovered that her form was going to processed.

As that girl vanished down the corridor, the remaining five began talking frantically to their escorts. Talking quickly turned to squeals of protest and denial. The fuss they were making attracted so much attention that Linda descended on them to restore order. Judi's panties were allowed to stay around her ankles but Traci turned red as her bikini bottoms were confiscated.

“Don't worry.” Linda told the embarrassed girl. “You're be getting your treatment soon enough.”

Traci didn't listen; she was too busy trying to shield herself. Her hands flew as she tried to cover both her front and backsides.

“She's joking, isn't she?” Judi asked her mother. “This is just something Melissa's mom did, right?”

“Sorry honey, but we decided, well since we're here and you said wanted to see what happens in a punishment centre, not just get in line...”

Squawking broke out as it dawned on the five of them that they weren't just dancing around the flame. The dancers had been caught up in a parental wind that pushed them into the fire. Now they were all facing a bottom scorching flame.

Elaine couldn't help but smile. She had a perfect view of the panicking, mostly half naked, girls as it sunk in for them that they were actually going to be spanked. At least half of her smile came from the knowledge that she had avoided the fire. Even if her form wasn't riddled with errors, there was no way that Uncle Robert would send her down that corridor. No, she would glance down it, maybe seeing Judi's bare cheeks and Traci's bare everything as the girls were led to their fates, then walk back down the line. And as she walked down that line she would glance at the other girls and wonder which of them faced a surprise at the head of the line.

Two more girls, the ones who hadn't stripped, were then led away. As they protested their fates they were assured that they were only facing smackings over their jeans.

Elaine tried (but failed) not to smile as three girls tried to beg their way out of the line. They all cited that they were too old, much to old, to be spanked anywhere except in Hazard County.

“But you can't.” Judi begged. “I'm only three weeks from my birthday! I'd be immune then! You can't do this!”

Elaine's smile broaden. Three weeks from now wasn't now. Judi might be near the limit, but she wasn't there yet. Not that it would matter, not with Judi having stood in line and stripped with the rest. Elaine didn't see anyone checking ID (she knew that hers hadn't been checked) so maybe a girl of 21, or 22, or even 23 might find herself led that corridor for her spanking. And if that hypothetical 23 year old was mostly nude with a filled out form, then she would be steered down that corridor to meet her fate.

Then more staff members arrived. Judi, Traci, and the nameless girl were screeching as they were told that it was their turns. Elaine smiled, but a fourth staff member was greeting her.

“And let's see your form.”

“Oh, I'm not going to use it.” Elaine said, advancing so that she watched the other girls being led away.

“I'm sorry honey, but only a parent or guardian can take you out of the line.”

“Um, but look, my form's full of errors.” Elaine said, blindly thrusting her form at the woman as she watched the other girls being frogmarched away. “There's even a mark in the office use only section.”

“So there is. Don't worry, a stray mark doesn't mean anything. It's not like it's a coded entry.”

“But look at the signatures, they're backward. I mean reversed!” Elaine said, coming to the mouth of the corridor.

“We can work around that. As long as she's over 16, and you look at least 18, maybe older, but as long as she's over 16 then a girl can sign yourself in and your signature is there, so it counts.”

Her words struck Elaine to the bone. She pulled up short, or at least tried to. The woman was now guiding her with an arm over Elaine's shoulders and the staffer wasn't stopping.

“But, um, but the third error.” Elaine whimpered. “The caning section! There's no number given.”

“Oh, well can work around that. The number is just there to limit things. No number, no limit, and your bottom and thighs can take any number of strokes. Probably a great number.”

Elaine searched for Robert, but the man was on the other side of the room. There was no way he could hear her, not with Traci screaming at the top of her lungs, but Elaine tried.

“Uncle Robert! Uncle Robert it's all going wrong!”

Robert didn't react to her calls, which were melding with three other protesters. The woman escorting her didn't slow.

Soon Elaine was learning more about spanking than she had ever planned to.


“Is she out of sight?” Robert hissed.

“She sure is.” Heather answered. “But she's probably not in her room yet so if you're thinking about changing your mind then now is literally the last minute.”

“Change my mind? After setting this up at the other centre?” Robert snorted. “I just hope she doesn't realise that someone has to pay for a visit to one of these places. Otherwise the 'accident' becomes less explainable.”

“Has she been acting like a brat?” Heather asked understandingly.

“No, but I'm sure it's a case of like mother, like daughter.” Robert answered.

“Meaning...”

“Meaning I doubt that Elaine's bottom is going to get as red as her mother's gets on date night.” Robert commented. “Seeing Elaine looking so longingly at the punishment centre, trying to work up the courage to walk in, I knew what she really wanted. It was plain enough for me to set up this 'accident' for her.”

“You're not the first one to 'accidentally' do that.” Heather assured him. “You're not even the first this hour. About 40% of my job is talking to people who want to 'accidentally' be out of the line when a girl discovers that her form is going to be used. But in this case the discussion was interesting.”

“Music usually is.” Robert agreed.

“But if you'll excuse me, my next distraction has just entered the room.” Heather said. “I'd say I'd like to do this again but I don't think your niece would buy a second accident.”

“No, she wouldn't.” Robert laughed. “If you see her again it's because she's signed herself in.”


Elaine's sobbed, but slowly got control of her tears. Twenty-five with the hand had been attention getting, 25 with the brush had brought her first rush of tears, then had come uncounted strokes from the cane. At least Elaine hadn't counted them and she hadn't asked if anyone else had. All she knew was there was line after line scored into her thighs and bottom. The only good point was that there weren't any deep welts; Elaine didn't know much about canes but if she had she would recognise the skill needed to swing the cane that much and not leave a deep marks.

Her skirt felt heavy on her battered bottom, heavy enough that she didn't dare try to wear her panties. They stayed in her purse as she finally left the building.

To find Robert waiting for her. The sight of him brought fresh tears to her eyes.

“Elaine! You poor baby. By the time I looked around you were gone. How could they process that defective form?”

Elaine rushed into his arms as he hugged her.

“And then, to add insult to injury, I had to pay for it. They presented me with a bill after they made you disappear.” Robert continued, rubbing her back to calm her. “Come on, I'll take you back your hotel. Where are you staying?”

Elaine choked out the name of her hotel and Robert steered her into a cab. Then, being a gentleman, he took the passenger seat to let her find a comfortable way to sit in the back. The cab driver, experienced with driving girls home from punishment centres, suggested that she try kneeling face down on the backseat.

Elaine's tears had dried by the time she arrived at the hotel. Then Robert bundled her up to her room, saying that he would get something sent up for her. A cream, ointment, or some other thing to soothe her throbbing bottom.

Robert was true to his word, pausing to have a few discreet and pointed words with the concierge before he left the hotel.


Part 4 Afterward

Robert was barely out of the room before Elaine had her skirt off. Then she was cursing the small cramped bathroom with its small mirror that made it awkward to see anything. The mirror in the main room wasn't much better. After trying several views Elaine finally got on all fours on the bed and peered between her legs to look at the marks on her bottom and thighs.

Which is what she was doing when her hotel door opened, admitting a girl in a maid's uniform pushing a tray. The maid smirked as she belatedly announced:

“Room service.”

Elaine looked at her in horror. The maid couldn't help giggling.

“Oh, don't look that way. You're not the first girl I've seen that way. Not with that mirror where it is. The only time I say something is when the girl's supposed to be standing in the corner and you're not, are you?”

“Um, no.” Elaine said, looking away in shame.

“That bottom of yours does look sore, but all I can do is leave this box for you. I've got two others to drop off before I head back downstairs.”

“Sniff... You do?” Elaine asked in surprise.

“Of course I do. Somewhere, a floor or two above you, there's another girl with a hot bottom and someone else has ordered one to be waiting for her when she returns in about 20 minutes.”

“Sniff... She did?”

The maid laughed at that.

“Well, maybe she didn't. Maybe it was her parents or someone else, but the box will be waiting for her and she'll need it. Now you take care and if you need something else then just call room services. Oh, and I'm supposed to tell you that someone's paid cash for this so it won't show up on your bill.”

“That... sniff... that was nice. Of someone.” Elaine commented.

Then she heard the door close and looked back. There was a box on the dresser. A much larger box than Elaine thought would be needed. Then she thought about where the box was. On the dresser, beside the mirror. Elaine hadn't thought that the maid had come that far into the room. From that position...

Elaine blushed deeply as she realised how much the maid had seen. Looking herself in the mirror, which was basically where the maid had been standing, Elaine could make out a few pubic hairs peaking out from between the reflection of her legs.


Raising from the bed, Elaine moved to the box, wondering as she did why it was so large. There were several bottles of cream and one of lotion, each labelled for different conditions, but they didn't fill the box. Elaine groped blindly, grabbing bottle after bottom. The one labelled “for pink bottoms” was quickly tossed but the lotion was labelled “for caned bottoms”. Grabbing a handful of lotion she started rubbing it in, oohing as it begun soothing her pain. Her hands went slightly numb as she applied it, but the numbness was a small price to pay to ease the throbbing in her bottom.

Then she ahh'ed as some of the lotion dripped between her bottom cheeks, giving her an odd numbing feeling where it wasn't needed. A quick check of the bottle confirmed that it was labelled “external use only; avoid mucus membranes”. Reading further, she saw that if contact occurred she was supposed to use the cream in a red bottle labelled “restoration of feeling” within fifteen minute of contact.

Elaine was torn. On one hand she needed to apply the other cream, but on the other hand the lotion was so soothing on Elaine's cane marks. It didn't erase the pain but it felt so good as it soaked through her skin. It really wasn't a decision; Elaine hurried and rubbed on the lotion before looking for the red bottle. She was really hoping that a red bottle had been included; otherwise she might have to call down to the desk. If she had to do that, then Elaine thought she might die of embarrassment.

Sticking her hand back into the box, Elaine was stunned to find a sex toy.

“Oh, oh, the maid must have left the wrong box.” Elaine muttered, shooting the door a worried look.

The clock was ticking but Elaine dashed to the door to flip the privacy bar, blocking any possible return of room service. The door secured, Elaine returned to the box and quickly found the red bottle.

Frowning the instructions, Elaine wasn't sure that any lotion had dripped past her pubic hair, but the instructions were clear: if any lotion made contact the cream was to be applied to all membrane areas – spelling out just where it had to go.

Elaine took a quick trip to the bathroom to wash her hands and returned to the bed with towels to spread on the bed. With the bedspread protected, Elaine opened the red bottle and took a finger full of cream and reached behind herself to apply it.

The moment, the very moment of contact, brought an electric feeling.

“Oh fuck.” Elaine moaned, sensation coursing through her body.

She was almost fearful to grab more cream and apply it front, but the first bottle warned of possible permanent damage if she didn't. The lotion hadn't erased all the pain from her bottom, it had only numbed her enough to make it bearable, but the feeling of the cream sent her gasping. Moaning, she spread her legs and rubbed it in.

Wiping her hands on a spare towel, Elaine turned back to the box, wondering what else it contained.

“Wow.” Elaine sighed, finding toy after toy.

Some of them, like the nipple clamps, she had only heard about, but others were familiar to her. Below the toys were magazines. Elaine had seen nudie mags and even some action ones, but nothing like these. Even their titles, “Punishment or Pleasure?”, “Spank Me PLEASE!!”, “Red Bottoms”, and “Bound For Spanking”, introduced new concepts to Elaine's paradigm. Elaine's eyes went wide as she flipped through them. Wasn't just the sight of the women (many of whom looked north far north of 20, some were easily in their 30s) being spanked, it was the fondling. Urgent fingers, fun looking toys, all were used as the women felt and squeezed their red bottoms.

One last look in the box found a piece of cardboard with writing on it.

“For your viewing pleasure, the following code will unlock channel 23 for SIX HOURS of prepaid viewing.”


Trembling, Elaine picked up the remote and entered the code. Channel 23 sprang to life, showing her previews of eight different videos, all involving spanking. Six of them show feminine bottoms squirming while one focused on both genders and the last was clearly a male bending for a spanking.

And that was just the first menu of offerings.

Her head swimming, Elaine began switching through programs, amazed at the number of shows they had. Then she stopped, seeing one entitled “On Returning to Her Room”. The preview showed a woman in a room that looked suspiciously like Elaine's own room. With a trembling hand, Elaine selected that one.

Staring in amazement, Elaine saw a woman entering a hotel that seemed identical to her own. The woman looked to be in her mid 20s and was wearing a sundress, to start with. With shrug the woman stepped out of her sundress, revealing her red bottom beneath. Reaching into a familiar looking box the woman selected a cream, applied it, then walked into the bathroom. The camera didn't the nude woman there, but from the sound of running water it was clear that she was washing her hands. Elaine experienced a moment of déjà vu as the woman emerged with towels and spread them over the room's bed, just as Elaine had done. Then the woman did something different; she took a set of leather ankle restraints from the box. After attaching the end of one to her ankle she secured that leg to her bed, then did the same with the other leg, leaving her trapped with her legs spread wide. Then a long sex toy was used as the woman ground her bottom against the bed. At times she used her free hand to caress, rub, and even pinch at her breasts.

After the woman came the screen went momentary blank, then another woman was alone in a hotel. As she watched the action repeating, Elaine returned to the toys and gathered up the ankle restraints. Making sure that the included key worked, Elaine hesitantly put them on, trapping her legs wide apart. Then, focusing on how her bottom stung through the cream and how helpless she had felt at the punishment centre, she went to work as her doppelganger did roughly the same on screen.

There was a fourth girl on the screen before Elaine hit her peak. Even as she rode the wave Elaine had to acknowledge that things felt different this time. The burning of her bottom, her immobile legs, the cream from the red bottle, it all added up in a way that it had never added up before. It wasn't the same as being with her boyfriend, not really, but it was different from her regular alone time.


After a quick shower, Elaine felt relaxed and ready to face the world. She was even mostly dressed (she still wasn't up to wearing anything under her skirt) and had the box repacked before there was a knock on the door.

“Room service.”

Elaine opened the door to find the same maid.

“Just checking to see if you need anything.”

“Um, no, but, um, I think you left the wrong box.” Elaine admitted, avoiding the maid's eyes.

Her words were answered with a knowing chuckle.

“That's the standard supply box we provide for all18 plus guests. Sometimes only the creams get used but sometimes, most times, more than just the creams are used.”

Elaine blushed at those knowing words.

“If you found the box's contents interesting, we offer everything you found in it in a discreet part of our gift shop.”

Elaine considered those words.

“Or, if you want, you could pay the difference between the service fee on that box and the cost of its contents and keep it.”

Elaine found herself licking her lips.

“Um, could I use cash so it doesn't show on the bill?” Elaine asked.

The maid nodded.

“I'll get my purse.” Elaine told her.

“You'll have to go to the gift store to pay. I'll send them your room number and let them know it's an off record purchase.”

“Oh. Right.”

Within minutes Elaine was in the gift shop. After discreetly paying for her box, she took some time to look around. Everything there had the hotel's logo on it, but other than that it was divided into two broad categories: forgotten necessities and souvenirs. Passing over toothbrushes, combs, and the like Elaine browsed among spanking instruments, embarrassing clothing, and other mainstays of Hazard County. She wasn't surprised to find things in her size, but buying that box had strained her finances to the point where she didn't buy anything.

'Not at these prices.' Elaine told herself.


That night brought a fresh challenge for Elaine: sitting without letting anyone know how much her bottom hurt. Not that it was as bad as it had been (it was now safely encased in underwear) but it still ached when she sat.

Sitting with family, Elaine couldn't help glancing towards some of the other tables. At some of the other diners, mostly girls and women, who were standing to eat. Part of Elaine felt embarrassed for them but another part of her wished that that she was brave enough to join them.

“Elaine, you'll never guess who we saw today.” Megan Sands mentioned to her daughter. “Your Uncle Robert.”

“Oh? Um, what's he doing here?” Elaine muttered.

“Playing at a recording studio.” Megan answered with a knowing smirk.

Elaine wondered at that smirk. At what Robert might have told her mother. At what her mother might know or suspect. As she wondered, Elaine fought off a blush.

Megan did happen to notice how her daughter was sitting, but she didn't say anything. She thought there was a good reason that her daughter had wanted to come with them to Hazard County, why Elaine had insisted on her own room rather than sharing with her sisters (who would have noticed any redness on their big sister's bottom), and that it was the same reason why Elaine had decided to wander off on her own today. But as long as the girl was discreet about things then Megan was content to allow her daughter to explore her wants in Hazard County. She only hope that Elaine had visited a punishment centre; that would have been far safer (but probably more painful) than trying to provoke a stranger into warming her buns.

Watching her eldest daughter not trying shift painfully in her seat, Megan wondered when she could schedule another trip here, one that Elaine could tag along on, just to see if Elaine wanted to tag along next time. If she did, then they would find time for a long talk. If not, well not everyone had the same tastes as Megan did.

Goodgulf

[devonboy]

Nice story with all the girls spanked .

[goodgulf]

While the previous "moth to flame" Hazard County stories have resulted in girls acting surprised when spanked, in this one I decided to that we should see a girl who really enjoys a good spanking, but may not know that she does.

I was a bit torn over the foreword. I've done so much world building in the other stories that it seems redundant to include it here, but I thought I needed to say something so new readers wouldn't be surprised.

I am glad to hear that you enjoyed it.

Goodgulf

[frowned]

I really enjoy your tales from hazard county. So many ideas, so many possibilities. Part 4 surprised me. I particularly liked

"She was really hoping that a red bottle had been included; otherwise she might have to call down to the desk. If she had to do that, then Elaine thought she might die of embarrassment."

But what kind of mother is Megan? She really could have helped Elaine to explore her wants many years earlier.

Thanks for another great one Goodgulf.

[goodgulf]

Thank you for taking the time to let me know that you enjoyed this. The Hazard County setting is a wonderful one, and a place where I have allowed others to play.

Goodgulf