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Mary Catherine Whitney & Dean Andrew Michaels.

This takes place during Mary Catherine's junior year
Ever since Disneyland had been announced as the location for this year's Young Women's Leadership Conference, Mary Catherine had been beside herself counting the days until they left for California. She'd never been to Disneyland before and now she was going to get to spend a full week at the park. Last year's Leadership Conference was in Boston, which had been nice -- but hardly exciting or fun compared to Southern California!

It was late February and it had been a bone-chilling 23 degrees and snowing when they left Pennsylvania a couple of days earlier. By comparison, it was beautiful in Los Angeles. Today's weather forecast was for sunshine and a high of 74 degrees. On top of everything else, Mandy had been selected as part of the Saint Francis delegation this year, which made the trip even better. In fact, except for one little thing, it was absolutely perfect . . .

The one little thing was that Dean Michaels was their chaperone for the trip. It wasn't that Mary Catherine didn't like Dean Michaels, she did. She liked him a lot in fact and mostly she was really glad he was on the trip. He could be a lot of fun and unlike most of the chaperones he was young and actually liked going on rides and stuff.

Still, he was really a by the rules sort of Dean and he'd set down a lot of them for his girls on the trip. He'd put strict limits on how much junk food they were allowed to eat each day and they had the same curfew as they had back at Saint Francis. Worst of all, he'd informed them that the first three days of the conference had been allocated to workshops from right after breakfast until early evening! Mary Catherine couldn't believe it . . . they'd spend at least half their time cooped up in stuffy conference rooms and they wouldn't even be able to see the park until the fourth afternoon! There was no way she'd ever last . . . but everything changed after breakfast this morning.

The lobby of the Disneyland Hotel was filled with girls who were attending the conference. Mary Catherine and Mandy were part of a small group near a picture window. All of the girls were complaining about the fact that there were two-and-a-half more days of workshops before they would be able to spend time in the park.

"Look at it . . . it's beautiful outside today," Mary Catherine said as she stared at the outline of the castle and the Matterhorn beyond it. "This totally sucks. I can't believe we have to wait until Thursday afternoon before we get to go to Disneyland!"

"Speak for yourself," one of the girls on the edge of the group said suddenly.

Mary looked up in the direction of the voice and recognized the girl. Her name was Amy and she was from Flintridge Prep in Northern California. Talk about arrogant; she made Veronica look shy and retiring!

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mandy asked Amy.

"Just what it sounds like. I'm going to the park today," Amy replied.

"You're going to the park today?" Mandy repeated incredulously. "What about the workshops? We've got sessions until just before tonight's award dinner!"

Amy smirked as she said, "So what about them?"

"I suppose you're just going to blow them off?" Mary Catherine asked.

"Why not? Our Dean's are all going to be off-site for the day at their workshops," Amy said. "I figure I can go to the park as long as I'm back in time for the dinner. I'm getting an award tonight you know."

"Big deal, Mary's getting an award too." Mandy said, shooting a quick glance in Mary Catherine's direction.

Meanwhile, Mary Catherine simply rolled her eyes over Amy's announcement. She didn't believe for a minute that the other girl would actually have the nerve to skip the conference and go to the park.

Catching her eye roll Amy glared at Mary and asked, "So what do you say Mary Catherine? You and Mandy in or not?"

Mary Catherine bit her lower lip and looked at Mandy thoughtfully. "Gee I don't know . . ." Mandy said.

"Well . . ." Mary Catherine began to say.

"What's wrong?" Amy interjected as she rubbed the seat of her shorts. "Are the two of you afraid of getting a spanking from Dean Michaels?" She looked over at the other girls and added with an innocent smile, "You know that their Dean actually spanks them when they misbehave. Isn't that right Mary Catherine?"

The other girls began to laugh and Mary Catherine felt her face flush. She quickly made up her mind. "What are we waiting for? The park is going to open in a few minutes. Let's go."

The other girls in the group grew quiet as Amy and Mary stared at each other without blinking. Finally Amy replied, "Fine. Sure. So who else is in?"

A couple of the girls coughed and looked down at their feet and several others quickly left mumbling about not wanting to miss the sessions. Mandy shot Mary Catherine a quick, panicked glance. She couldn't believe Mary was actually going to do this! Sensing that Mandy wasn't sure, she whispered under her breath, "You don't have to go if you don't want to Mandy. Just cover for me if Dean Michaels shows up unexpectedly, ok?" Mandy nodded relieved. She just wasn't as brave as Mary Catherine. As much as she wanted to go to the park today she was too scared to actually do it.

Ten minutes later a group of six girls, led by Mary Catherine and Amy, were on their way to the park. Mary Catherine was all smiles, talking a mile a minute and laughing as they entered the park and began to walk down Main Street USA. They were all trying to decide at once which ride they should go on first. She still couldn't believe she was really here! There were a few doubts, a few tense moments as she looked back over her shoulder toward the hotel, but the excitement of the park quickly overshadowed any feelings of uncertainty.

"I think we should hit Space Mountain before we think of heading to the back of the park," Mary said as she pointed toward the sign for Tomorrowland. "I heard the lines are REALLY long later in the day. We should do it now before the park gets too crowded." Quickly the other girls agree and they race toward the white-spired structure.

The excitement of being at Disneyland quickly erased the hard feelings and competitiveness between Mary Catherine and Amy. The two of them led the group around the park, eager to get on as many rides as they could. There were tons of cute boys in the park too and they flirted nonstop. Before Mary Catherine knew it, four o'clock arrived and they had to head back to the hotel to get ready for the awards dinner . . .

While the girls' day went just as they planned, Andy's didn't go quite as he'd expected. He was running late, which was very rare for him and he arrived about 15 minutes late to the off-conference site. After a day of being surrounded by nearly 500 schoolgirls, it was nice to get away. He had a chance to catch up with Tim Downs, Dean of Flintridge Prep and a number of other old friends and compare notes on their schools. This year's conference was shaping up to be the best yet.

After lunch they found out that the afternoon speaker had been stuck in a snowstorm in Minneapolis and would have to be rescheduled for later in the week. Without any sessions to attend, Andy, Tim, Bill Reynolds and a couple of the other Dean's decided to spend the afternoon at Disneyland. "It might be our only chance to visit without a couple dozen schoolgirls in tow," Andy joked. Laughing the other guys agreed and they quickly made their way toward the Magic Kingdom . . .

It was Tim who first spotted the girls. Andy and Tim were relaxing on a bench near the Matterhorn when he spotted Amy. With her long red hair and infectious laugh she was hard to miss. "Oh, damn . . . that's one of my girls. What on earth is she doing here?!, When I get my hands on her she won't be able to sit until we get back to campus . . ."

He pointed over toward Amy and it was then that Andy spotted Mary Catherine. He was disappointed to say the least. Though Mary Catherine was a handful, this wasn't the sort of thing she would usually do. He sighed. "One of mine's with her Tim. Mary Catherine . . ."

Tim looked at the small girl with the long brown ponytail talking to Amy. "So that's the infamous Mary Catherine, huh? I'd kid you about not being able to keep such a little thing under control Andy, but I guess given the circumstances I can't."

Andy made a face. "That's her. Should we see where they're headed?"

Tim nodded and they followed the girls at a safe distance, watching them go into the candy shop by Sleeping Beauty's Castle and double back across the park toward Splash Mountain.

"I guess we should go collect them and drag them back to the hotel," Tim said as the two girls joined four others and got on line.

Andy thought for a minute, then said, "Well to tell you the truth I'd rather deal with Mary Catherine later this afternoon. After all we promised Bill we would meet him and the other guys at the Indiana Jones ride. There's no use ruining our day because of those two. It'll keep for a couple of hours . . ."

They happened to spot Amy again, this time in the lobby of the hotel just as they got back from the park. "Amy," Tim called out casually as they approached her.

Amy's eyes widened, then she composed herself and said, "Hi Dean Downs. How was your day?"

"Good Amy. What about you? Did you enjoy yourself today?" he asked.

Amy nodded quickly. "Sure, it's been really fun so far."

Tim then turned to Andy and said, "Andy, this is Amy, one of my brightest girls at Flintridge Prep. Amy, this is Dean Michaels from Saint Francis School for Girls in Pennsylvania."

Andy extended his hand to shake Amy's. "Hi there. Dean Downs has told me a lot about you." He paused and added, "I think you may know one of my girls . . . Mary Catherine Whitney?"

Amy blushed slightly, "Mary Catherine . . . oh yeah sure . . . we met at breakfast this morning. I think we might've been in a couple of the same workshops today."

Tim nodded, pulling out a copy of the conference schedule. "I think you're probably right Amy. He flipped through it, then looked at her and casually asked, "Which of the sessions took place inside the park Amy? I'm surprised that one wasn't more popular. There couldn't have been more than a half dozen girls in the group it seemed."

The coloring drained from Amy's face. She gulped, then looked down at her feet. "I can explain Dean Downs," she whispered. "I'm sure you can young lady," Tim replied evenly. "Now I want a full explanation about what went on here today. Start at the top and don't leave out any details."

Mary Catherine hurried up to her room, quickly showered and began to dress for dinner. They had to wear their formal uniform for tonight's awards dinner and since she'd be up at the main table and was due to receive an award she wanted to make sure she looked extra nice . . .

Although she was a little nervous, Mary slowly began to relax. They'd made it back from the park with plenty of time to spare and no one suspected a thing. The sessions were big enough that no one missed her or the other girls today.

As Mary Catherine straightened her tie she glanced at the clock, 5:45 PM. "Great," she thought, "the ceremony doesn't start until 6:30 PM so I have plenty of time finish dressing and even relax a bit. She walked over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Navy and forest green plaid skirt, a freshly starched, immaculate white oxford shirt, plaid tie and navy blue blazer with the Saint Francis Crest embroidered on the left pocket, plaid headband, navy cable-knit knee socks and highly polished black penny loafers. She presented the picture of a perfect Saint Francis schoolgirl.

Satisfied, Mary Catherine gave herself a little smile as she looked at her reflection. She looked perfect . . . absolutely by the book. "Well," she added, her smile growing a little wider, "almost by the book." Mary had purposely worn her shorter uniform skirt, which really showed off her legs. She knew Dean Michaels wouldn't be entirely pleased with her choice, but by the time he saw her at the awards dinner it would be too late for him to do anything about it.

"Knock, knock, knock." Mary Catherine fastened the buttons of her collar over her tie, then turned toward the door. Mandy was a little early, which was a surprise. They weren't supposed to meet for another half-hour or so.

Mary crossed over to the door and looked through the peephole, frowning slightly. It was Dean Michaels! She felt herself blush and her heart began to pound. "What on earth was he doing here?!" she thought to herself. Mary took a deep breath, then as casually as possible said, "Just a minute Dean. I'm just finishing up getting dressed."

She walked back to the mirror and gave herself a final once over and tried to calm down. Nodding at her reflection went to the door, unfastened the deadbolt and turned the knob. "Come on in Dean," she said as she started to blush again. Her voice was a bit too bright and she swallowed hard, trying to calm down.

Andy walked through the door and waited until Mary Catherine closed it behind him before he started to speak. "Thanks Mary Catherine. I just thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing." He gave her a small smile and added, "I know you how you get when you have to give a speech to a large group."

Andy sat down at the small table by the window and looked at Mary Catherine. She was still frozen at the door and she couldn't seem to find her voice. "Uhmm, err . . . yeah." She gave him a small smile and slowly walked over to the table, sitting down at the other chair. "Sorry Dean, I'm just a little nervous about getting my award I guess." She tugged on the hem of her skirt, hoping that Dean Michaels wouldn't notice that it was a bit too short.

He picked up her copy of the conference schedule and flipped it open to the sessions that were held today. "How'd the conference go Sport? Anything worthwhile that we can implement at Saint Francis?" he asked as he skimmed the topics listed on the program-at-a-glance.

Mary Catherine's cheeks flushed again and she bit her lip, fidgeting slightly. "Relax . . . just relax," she said to herself as she wiped her palms on her skirt. "You went through the schedule just in case he asked you any questions. There's no way he knows anything. He was off-site at his sessions all day."

She stopped bouncing her knee up and down and tried to smile. "Well I went to the workshop about distance learning programs first," she said. He nodded, not saying anything. She could feel her anxiety level begin to rise again. She had to do something, anything or else she would burst!

Mary leaned over and pulled her hairbrush out of her totebag then walked toward the bathroom to brush her hair. In a somewhat calmer voice she continued. "Then I went to the 'There is no I in the Word Team' workshop and right before lunch there was a round table discussion for club presidents about how to work with campus administration. That one was really interesting."

She could feel herself relax as she brushed her hair in long, even strokes, gaining confidence as she talked through the open door. "The sessions after lunch weren't that great. There was an interesting one on study techniques, but the other ones were real snoozers. You know how these conferences are. There's always a few sessions that don't live up to the descriptions."

Mary Catherine could hear him murmur in agreement and she could tell she had him totally fooled. She'd had the sense to look at the day's workshops on the Monorail ride over to the park and it had really paid off. She even decided to push it a bit. "You know, if I'd known how dull those last few workshops today were going to be, I would've asked permission to go to the park instead!"

"Hmmmm, well that would've been an idea I guess." Mary Catherine looked into the mirror just in time to see Andy enter the bathroom behind her. She felt herself blush again, the butterflies in her stomach starting to flutter. Just his walking in flustered her so much in fact that she dropped her hairbrush to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Here let me get that," he said reaching down to pick up the hairbrush from the floor. She took a deep breath and said to herself, "Relax would you!"

Andy stood up and their eyes met in the mirror. He smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous about tonight, it will be a breeze."

The funny thing is she'd normally be petrified of having to give a speech in front of so many people. At the moment she was so preoccupied with covering her backside though that it didn't have a chance to really sink in that she had to accept her award up on stage in just a few hours.

"I just can't help it," she said as she gave him a weak smile, "I hate speaking in public."

Mary Catherine reached for her hairbrush, but Andy said, "How about you just relax and let me do that." She blushed furiously, allowing him to turn her toward the mirror. Andy slowly and gently began to brush her hair. "How was the keynote speech? I was sorry I didn't get to attend it."

She searched her memory for the keynote speaker's name. "Ted Banks," she thought. He'd spoken on Technology and Creativity: Opposites do Attract. "It was pretty interesting. Most of the girls at my table were really just deciding what to do tonight but I paid attention since he was talking about computers and stuff." She hoped that would be enough to keep him from asking more questions.

Andy laughed, "I'm glad it wasn't too boring. Ted and I go way back and he can be a little long winded sometimes, and his jokes . . ." He rolled his eyes, "I'm willing to bet he told at least one really dull joke about his undergraduate days at Berkeley didn't he?"

Mary Catherine smiled, "He sure did. Wow would you look at the time! I I've gotta go meet Mandy." She took back her hairbrush, ducked under Andy's arm and headed out of the bathroom for the front door. As she passed the bed she tossed her brush on top of the mattress.

Andy followed her back into the room and said, "Not so fast Mary Catherine," just as she got to the door . . .

Mary felt her heart start to pound in her chest. "Something wrong?" she asked as casually as possible.

"Yes, you have one more workshop to attend before the dinner," he said.

That caught Mary off guard. She mentally went through the agenda she had memorized this morning. "I don't think so Dean Michaels. The workshops are over for the day."

"Well it isn't a workshop exactly. Think of it more as a individualized seminar." He looked at her, she was starting to fidget and she had a confused look on her face. "Let me explain. First, Ted Banks didn't go to Berkeley, he went to MIT for his undergraduate program."

Mary blushed a bright red as the Dean arched his eyebrow. "Ah . . . well, I'm sorry. See I was really tired by lunch so I decided to come upstairs for a quick nap. I should of just been honest with you, but I well . . ." she shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "It just sounded so silly that I needed a nap."

"Yes you really should've been honest with me Mary Catherine," Andy replied. "So where is it?"

"It?" Mary asked, She felt as if her heart was going to jump right out of her chest it was beating so fast.

"The lollipop, the one you bought today at the candy store in the castle. You know the store I'm talking about, it's right next to the toy shop."

Mary felt her mouth drop open. He knew! She looked at him dumbstruck, then dropped her eyes down to the floor. How could she be so stupid! "Nightstand, top drawer," she finally mumbled. She heard the drawer open, then shut again. He walked over to her and waited. Still staring at her shoes she asked, "How did you find out?"

"The presenter for our afternoon session was snowed in at the Minneapolis airport. We ended up having the afternoon off. Some of the other Dean's and I decided to spend a few hours at the park and we spotted you and a girl named Amy from Flintridge Prep walking into the candy store. About an hour ago, I was with Dean Downs from Flintridge Prep when he confronted Amy and she told us the whole story." So I decided to come up and see what you would have to say for yourself and whether or not you would lie about it."

Mary Catherine felt a wave of anger rise in her. Amy was the reason she went in the first place. She acted tough but it was obviously just an act. "What a baby!" she thought to herself. "I can't believe she ratted me out!"

Placing the large lollipop down, Andy pulled out one of the chairs at the small table and placed it in the center of the room. "Come here Mary Catherine and sit down," he said firmly.

She slowly approached Dean Michaels, eyes still downcast and sat down cautiously on the straight-backed chair. Andy started to pace back and forth in front of her, his arms folded across his chest. "Now about that special seminar I mentioned earlier. It's called 'The Consequences of Lying.' It's not in your Conference Program so let me tell you a little about this particular session. This seminar will show you that lying, especially to me, is not acceptable and it's not something that I'm about to tolerate. You'll learn that fooling me isn't as easy as you seem to think it is. You're going to learn that honesty is the best policy and that lying can have some very painful consequences. This is going to be a hands on, interactive session." He paused then added, "I have a feeling Amy and the other girls with you today will be attending the same seminar in their rooms before the award dinner."

Mary Catherine's face turned bright red, right to her earlobes. She knew exactly what was in store for her. She felt the tiniest bit of satisfaction knowing that Amy was also going to get spanked, but it still didn't make the prospect of her own spanking any easier to take.

Mary felt her heart begin to beat wildly and her knees turn weak. She couldn't believe it. Here she was at Disneyland and about to be spanked. She watched as Andy walked over to the window and closed the drapes. She could see the park out in the distance across the street before they shut tight. She thought of all the people in the park she had seen today, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. A few hours earlier she'd been one of those people and now look at where she was. Mary Catherine wondered just how many of them were getting spanked today?

Andy helped her to her feet, then sat down and extended one hand toward Mary Catherine as he tapped his lap with the other. "Let's get to it young lady," he said.

She scrambled over his lap awkwardly, getting a much closer look at the carpeting in her hotel room than she wanted or needed in this lifetime. It was strange . . . disconcerting even. This was a position she found herself in often at Saint Francis, but it felt different here. Back home spankings were an everyday part of her world. She'd grown accustomed to the trips over his knee, the paddlings across his desk. Here it seemed horribly embarrassing. She was a 17-year-old girl, an adult practically and yet she was being taken across his knee like a small child!

She couldn't get the contradiction out of her head. She was at Disneyland, the "Happiest Place on Earth" but she felt anything but happy at the moment. Spanked! She just couldn't believe it was actually going to happen, despite her current position.

Mary closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths, wishing with all her might she was anywhere else at the moment. Even though her skirt was down and her panties were still in place she shivered slightly, feeling a faint rush of cool air blow underneath her skirt. She knew that she wouldn't feel cold for long though.

She could hear Andy begin to scold her. With the blood rushing to her head and the thundering sound of her heartbeat ringing in her ears it seemed as if his voice were somewhere very far above her instead of just a few feet. Not much was getting through at the moment -- just the words that seemed to hurt the most: "Disappointed . . . expect better of you . . . not like you to be so irresponsible . . . consequences young lady . . . hope you learn a valuable lesson today . . . doing this for your own good."

Mary Catherine suddenly realized he'd stopped talking. "Did he ask a question?" She thought panicked. "I didn't hear what he said!" She felt his hand tug on the hem of her skirt. No, she hadn't missed anything . . . it was time for her spanking. That was why he stopped talking.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the back of her skirt went up. "It'll be over soon . . . it'll be over soon," she told herself over and over as she felt his hand tuck her skirt into her waistband. He paused for a second. Despite how he felt, he couldn't help but smile slightly. Beneath her starched, regulation uniform was a pair of panties covered with Mickey Mouse ears. Only Mary Catherine would think of wearing panties like that when she was at Disneyland.

"Lift up Sport," he said firmly, waiting for her hips to rise off his lap. With a swift, smooth tug he pulled the panties over her cheeks and let them settle at mid-thigh. She groaned with embarrassment as she felt his hand on her bare bottom, positioning her backside so it pointed skyward.

"Oh god!" she thought, her face burning brightly at the thought of the view she was presenting to him at the moment. She felt so bare! He was going to spank her and judging by the way he tightened his grip around her waist it was going to be a long, hard one. Her heart was racing out of control. She swallowed hard, closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Any minute now . . . any minute . . .

"SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMACK!" The spanking began suddenly and as always it took her by surprise. No matter how often she found herself in this position it stunned her that she was actually across his knee, her panties lowered and her bottom bared. Each spank was firm and crisp, causing her to wince as it landed across her bottom. He was spanking her very hard . . . not quite his hardest, but not far from it, even though he was just beginning. Mary Catherine knew she was in for a long, hard trip this time and she wondered just how many spanks there would be.

Andy aimed carefully, watching a clear pink handprint rise up on her pale left cheek. "Pale for now at least," he thought. He was bound and determined to leave her bottom bright red by the time he was through with her today. Lying was the one thing he absolutely wouldn't tolerate from his girls and her bottom was going to remember just how displeased he was with her behavior for some time to come.

"SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMAAAACKK . . . SMACKKKKKK . . . CRACKKKK . . . WWWHAAAPP!!!"

As he continued to spank Mary Catherine, she crossed her ankles back and forth, squirming with all her might across his lap. Every smack seemed to land just where it was the most tender! Andy was careful to go back and forth from cheek to cheek, top to bottom, then working his way back up again. By the time this spanking was over she would never even think of pulling a stunt like that again.

"SMACKKK . . . CRAACKKKKK . . . WHAPPPP . . . SMACKKKK . . . SMACKKKK!!!"

Mary Catherine began to let out a small gasp with each spank. She couldn't remember the last time Dean Michaels heated her bottom so thoroughly. She was thankful at least that he was only using his hand and not the hairbrush.

"SMACKKKKK . . . CRACCCCKKK . . . WHAAAAAPP . . . SMMAAAACCCCKKK!!!!" "Oww . . . oww, ohhhh," bottom was a bright, even red now and he moved down to her thighs. Mary's head dropped and her legs came up, twisting and kicking with every smack. She could feel her eyes start to tear up as the intensity and pace of the spanking built . . .

"WHAPPP . . . SMAAAACKK . . . SMMMAACK . . . SMAAAACKKKKKKKK . . . CRAAAAAAACKKKKK . . . SSSMMAAAAACKKK . . . SMACCKKKKK!!!"

And then he stopped.

Mary Catherine let out a deep sigh of relief and she tried to rise but Andy held her firmly across his lap. "Not quite yet young lady, we've still got a little unfinished business to take care of here."

"Now what? He'd already spanked her . . . was he going to lecture her again?" she wondered. She quickly got her answer. Andy planned to do both.

"I want to make sure I leave a lasting impression about going off like you did young lady," he said quietly but firmly as he repositioned her to raise her bottom even more prominently across his lap. "Disneyland's a pretty safe place, but something still could've happened to you and I wouldn't have had any idea where you were. That in itself is bad enough. I'm very, VERY disappointed in you. This is a Leadership conference. You're a part of this because you're a leader -- a role model to the other girls on our campus. Skipping out on the sessions today was totally unacceptable. Do you understand that Mary Catherine."

She quickly nodded, whispering a small "Yes Dean," for good measure.

"I'm glad. Now let's see that was seven sessions you missed today, and an extra three for skipping the lunch and the keynote speaker."

Mary Catherine quickly twisted her head around and looked over at the bed. Her hairbrush was still there. "Good," she thought slightly relieved. At least the last 10 would only be with his hand.

She put her head back down and tightly clasped her hands around the chair leg, steeling herself for the hot smacks that were about to rain down on her bottom.

"Ten more then we're done Mary Catherine. I want you to count." Suddenly Mary felt something cool and hard press against her hot, sore bottom. Before she could think. Andy brought it down with full force on her already tender cheeks.

"SMAAAAAAACK!" the loud crack echoed off the walls of the hotel room as Mary's head snapped up and she cried . . . "Ooooohhhhh, owwww!!!!!" One!!!!!!"

"Oh my god!" she thought to herself, "it's the lollipop!

"SMMMACCCCKKKKKK!!" "Youch . . . twooooooo!!!!!" "WHAAAAPPPP!!" "Threee . . . OWW . . . . OWWWWW . . . OWWWWW!!!"

"SMAAAACKKK!" Oowww . . . FOUR! No, nooo more . . . owwwwchh! Please, I'll be . . . I'll be good Dean! I'm . . . owwwwww . . . I'm sorry I lied!"

Slowly and methodically Andy administered the final 10 spanks to Mary Catherine with the oversized lollipop. She had no idea that a lollipop could hurt like that! It felt just like Thor!

"SMAACKKKKKK!!!" "Five, oooooh. "CRAAAACKKKK!!!!" "Six!" Owwwwwchhh . . . please Dean, I swear I've learned my lesson."

Andy paused for a moment, and gave Mary Catherine's now very red bottom a small pat of reassurance. Even that small contact made her groan. "Good girl, just a few more now."

She counted out the last spanks through gritted teeth, determined not to start bawling like a little girl.

"SMAAAAAAACCCCCK!" "Seven . . . owwww." "WWWHHHAAAAAP!" "Eight!" "SMAAAAACCCCCK! "Owwww owww . . . . owwwwwwww . . . NINE!!!"

Andy aimed low and let the last spank fly across both cheeks . . .

"SMMMAAAACKKKK!" "AARGGHHH . . . TEEEEENNNN!!!!"

Andy removed his arm from Mary Catherine's waist and she shot to her feet and began bounce up and down on her toes. She looked over at Andy, her face contorted in pain, her eyes watering. She took a deep breath, then another . . . it hurt so much!

Slowly Andy placed the lollipop on the table and stood up, giving Mary Catherine a big hug. "Shhhhh, all over now Sport," he said gently as she began to cry on his shoulder.

"I'm . . . I'm sooooooo sorry," Mary Catherine said to him through her tears. "I'm sorry I let you down."

"Shhhhhh, I know Mary . . . I know you are, but it's all over now and you're forgiven, ok?"

Mary Catherine nodded against his chest and he held her, quietly reassuring her while she cried herself out. Andy waited patiently for her to regain her composure.

Finally the tears faded and Mary Catherine pulled away from him. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand then looked up at Andy.

"Better now?" he asked Mary Catherine gently.

"Yes," she answered her voice wavering slightly as she accepted the tissue he extended to her. She blew her nose, then blushed as she pulled up her panties, which were still twisted around her thighs, then straightened her skirt and tie.

Andy watched her wince as she pulled her panties up. "You can go ahead and rub now if you want Sport," he said kindly.

She began to rub her bottom over the seat of her skirt -- slowly at first, then furiously as she tried to lessen the sting. As it began to subside slightly she said, "I didn't think a lollipop could hurt so much!"

Andy gave her a little smile. "Well I hope it will help you think twice next time before you decide to do something like you did today Mary Catherine." He stopped, squeezed her shoulder, then added, "Because there will be a next time Sport and I hope that when it happens you make a better decision than you did today."

Mary nodded slowly and said, "Promise."

"Good, now how about you wash your face and brush your hair? Then we'll go get Mandy and the rest of the girls and head for the dinner? I know they all want to get a good seat to see you get your award tonight."

Mary nodded, and quickly freshened up. As they walked to the door, Andy stopped her and said, "I want you to know something Mary Catherine. Even though I was really disappointed in your behavior today it doesn't mean that I've stopped being proud of the good things you do." He smiled and added, "And there's lots of things you've done this year of which you can be very proud. I want you to remember that tonight when you're up there accepting your award."

Mary turned back, her arms wrapping around him in a sudden, tight hug. As she pulled back, Mary Catherine gave him a wavering smile. "Thanks Dean, I really needed to hear that."

"I know," Andy said. He gave Mary Catherine a once over, smiling as he straightened her tie. "You look very nice Sport." He paused and added, "Even if that skirt looks a little shorter than it should be." Mary Catherine blushed and pulled at the hem. He ruffled her hair and asked, "Ready to go?" Mary Catherine nodded and they walked out the door . . .

Mary Catherine managed to steer clear of Amy for the last couple days of the conference. She was definitely still angry at her, but even more she was embarrassed. On the last day of the conference though Amy spotted Mary Catherine standing alone by the window looking at the park as Dean Michaels was settling the Saint Francis account with the hotel.

"Hey," Amy said as she stopped beside Mary Catherine and looked toward Sleeping Beauty's Castle.

"Hey" Mary replied, not taking her eyes off the view from the window.

"Listen, Mary I'm . . . I'm really sorry. It was just that Dean Downs caught me off guard and Dean Michaels was with him . . . and . . . well I'm really sorry I didn't mean to tell, honest. I mean Dean Michaels said he already knew and . . ."

Mary put her hand on Amy's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, "Hey, don't worry about it Amy, I'm not mad -- really." She gave Amy a sudden smile, realizing she meant it. She knew if their situation had been reversed she probably would've cracked as well.

Seeing that Mary wasn't mad Amy gave Mary Catherine a big smile back. "Thanks Mary. I would've understood if you were still sore at me. I mean I know I got you in trouble and all . . ." Amy's voice trailed off and the two of them stood in silence for a minute and then Amy glanced over at Mary Catherine again and quietly asked, "Did you catch it bad from Dean Michaels?"

Mary Catherine looked off into the distance "Yep . . . sure did. You?"

"Yea I'll say. I can't remember the last time Dean Downs was so steamed at me," Amy replied.

Both girls blushed and looked down at their shoes, not sure what else to say. Finally Amy said, "Listen, I have to go. Thanks for being so understanding Mary Catherine."

"No problem Amy, really. Hey make sure you email me when you get back to campus. My address is in the YWLC Directory. We can compare notes on our Deans. I have a feeling they're a lot alike."

"Sure," Amy said. She then reached into her bag she had and added, "I got you a little something when I went back to the park to remember me by. I know you said you really liked these . . ." Amy fished her present from her tote bag and handed it to Mary Catherine. It was an oversized Mickey Mouse lollipop.

Eyes wide Mary mumbled, "Thanks." Amy quickly hugged her and headed off to rejoin her group.

Mary Catherine held the lollipop by the very end of the stick like a piece of toxic waste and watched slightly dazed as Amy ran toward Dean Downs and her shuttle bus.

She was still staring into space, lost in thought when Mandy walked up to her and said, "Hey! Come on, our shuttle's down here! Dean Michaels has been calling you for the last five minutes. Did you go deaf or something?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Mary Catherine asked vaguely, turning her attention away from the door that Amy and Dean Downs had walked through a few minutes earlier.

"I said our shuttle's here. We're gonna miss our flight if you don't hurry up," Mandy replied. "Do you want Dean Michaels to blister your backside for making us miss our flight?"

Mary Catherine looked up, her cheeks reddening under her fresh tan. "No, come on . . . here, take this and lets go!" Mary said quickly. She gave the lollipop to Mandy, then picked up her tote bag to head out.

"Thanks, but don't you want it?" Mandy asked. It's so cute!"

Mary frowned, "Cute? I don't think so. Besides, it'll give me cavities. Come on, I don't want to keep Dean Michaels waiting."

"Cavities?" Mandy replied as she struggled to fit the lollipop into her backpack. "What's so bad about a little toothache? Besides, it's a lollipop. How much damage can it possibly do?"

As they begin to walk toward Dean Michaels and their shuttle bus, Mary Catherine thinks to herself, "It can make more than your teeth hurt." Her hand moved subconsciously to her bottom and she gave it a rueful rub. "A whole lot more."

Come back soon to read more of Mary Catherine & Andy's adventures!

If you'd like to email Mary Catherine and Dean Michaels about Saint Francis, write: marycatherine@saintfrancis-sfg.net and deanmichaels@saintfrancis-sfg.net

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