The Polaroid

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Mary Catherine Whitney & Dean Andrew Michaels.

Dean didn't look at his calendar when he wrote this story 'cos in 1998 Valentine's day actually occurred on a Saturday. For story purposes, we switched the day's around a bit to make the 14th a school day. It's a small detail, but the sort of thing I tend to notice. :)

This takes place on Valentine's Day during Mary Catherine's junior year
Mary knelt seductively on her bed. She was dressed only in a freshly starched white oxford shirt and a tiny white bra and matching thong with little red hearts on it. The shirt was half-open, showing off the bra and a good portion of her breasts.

"Ready?" Mandy asked as she looked through the lens of the Polaroid camera and put her finger on the button again. Mary nodded, then cocked her head forward and looked directly into the camera, giving it her sexiest smile. She held the pose a second . . . waited, then dissolved into giggles and collapsed face down on the bed.

"Mary Catherine!" Mandy said exasperated, as she set down the camera. "If you're going to just screw around then forget it. I've been trying to take this stupid picture for the last 10 minutes!"

Mary raised her head slowly, still laughing as she said, "Sorry, sorry . . . really." She took a few deep breaths, then said, "Ok, here we go, I promise not to laugh this time. Come on Mandy . . . PLEASE?"

Mandy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, but I'm serious if you keep fooling around then I'm quitting as your photographer."

Mary rolled over and sat back up on the bed, quickly combing her fingers through her hair. Once again she cocked her head forward and gave the camera her sexiest smile, holding the pose. "CLICK!"

Mandy snapped the picture and pulled the print out of the camera. She shook it a moment, then placed it face up next to the other three on Mary Catherine's desk.

"One more," Mary said. "I've got a great idea. This shot will REALLY drive him wild!"

Nodding her assent, Mandy picked up the camera and took aim again. This time Mary lifted her body up slightly and turned as she pulled the front shirttails tight, causing the oxford to lift up in the back. She bent slightly at the waist, giving the camera a clear view of her thong-covered bottom.

"CLICK!" Mandy snapped the picture, shook it and placed it at the end of the row.

Mary Catherine jumped up off the bed, and raced to her desk. "Let me see! Let me see!" she said excitedly as Mandy looked critically at the pictures on the desk.

"Hmmm . . ." Mandy said thoughtfully. "They're not bad, but you sure you want to send one to Doug?"

Mary Catherine gave Mandy a small smile, "Yes, of course I want to send it to him! I've been so mean to him lately. It's my Valentine's Day present to him to let him know I'm sorry, do you think he'll like it?"

"Like it?" Mandy said disbelieving. "The poor guy probably won't be able to sleep for a week after he sees that picture!"

She pauses a moment then adds, "That reminds me Mary Catherine, if you plan to see him on Valentine's Day after sending him one of these pictures, I suggest you take a whip and chair. You're going to need it to hold him off, unless you're thinking of letting him . . ."

"A whip?" Mary said looking up and shaking her head at Mandy's half-question. "Interesting, but I don't think we're quite there yet Mandy." Mary started giggling again, picturing the whip and chair in her hand, trying to hold Doug off.

Mandy rolled her eyes, "You're impossible Mary Catherine, but creative. So what's the plan?"

Mary Catherine's face lit up as she turned and sat back on the bed to put on her knee socks, "God it is sooooooo perfect! See I bought two of the same thongs, one to wear and one to send to him. I'm going to send him the Polaroid, so he knows how I look in it, and one thong. Then when I see him tomorrow on Valentine's Day I'll be wearing the second thong. Sort of like giving him a sneak preview to get him in the mood!"

"Now which one do you like?" Mary Catherine asked, jumping back up and looking at the shots on the desk. Mandy frowned, "I don't know they all look nice. How about this one? Your smile really looks really pretty."

Mary gave Mandy an exasperated look, "It's not my smile I want him thinking about tonight. Remember, it's Valentine's Day! I want him to think I'm sexy!"

Mandy looked at the picture and said somewhat defensively, "Well it's a sexy smile."

Mary Catherine rolled her eyes at Mandy and looked back down at the pictures. "This one," Mary said at last, picking up the final picture-the one clearly showing the thong and a good portion of her bare bottom. "At least you can see the thong in this one. That should turn him on. Wait a minute, it's getting cold in here."

Mary quickly changed the thong for a pair of fresh white panties and after changing the heart covered bra for a plain one, she buttoned her oxford shirt and slipped on her tie, neatly knotting it around her neck. "Don't forget Bennett I'm going to need your help here." Mary Catherine said. "There is no way I'm going to get my cards done and delivered by tonight and still have time to meet with the Dean about the upcoming Senior Advisor training workshops. OK?"

By this time Mandy had wandered over to her own bed and was engrossed in a magazine she was reading. "Sure . . . sure," she said not taking her eyes off an article about how to drive your man wild in 10 easy steps.

"Mandy!" Mary said throwing a pillow. "Pay attention!"

"Hey!" Mandy said, "be nice to me. Remember I'm doing you a favor!"

"I know and I owe you," Mary said as she fastened her uniform skirt and slipped on her shoes. As she pulled on her sweater vest, she walked back over to her desk, which was covered with cards and small boxes and wrapping paper. Mary sat down and opening a card she began to write:

Dear Sweetheart,

Happy Valentine's Day! I love you so much! XOXOXOXOX! I thought I would send you a little picture to give you a sneak preview of our special date tomorrow!

Just in case you were wondering, I will be wearing a thong EXACTLY like the one in the picture, and in the box, when I see you. Are you counting the minutes 'til you see me? I hope so . . . I can't wait for you to unwrap your other present!!

I'll meet you down at the gazebo on your side of the lake. Don't forget, 12:00pm sharp.

See you soon sweetie. I can't wait to give you another present when I see you . . .

XOS,

Mary Catherine

Mandy got up and walked over to Mary Catherine, watching over her shoulder as she wrote the note. "Say Mary are you sure about this. I mean . . . you know . . . don't you think you're taking a really big step here?"

Mary rolled her eyes again and looked up at Mandy, "Relax Mandy, I told you nothing is going to happen, well nothing much anyway. I'm just teasing him a bit, believe me we are not THAT far along yet and he knows it as well as I do . . . so relax."

Mandy gave her a skeptical look. Mary frowned at her and said, "Give it a rest Mom!"

That was enough to make Mandy smile. "Fine, I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do so leave me alone! I need to finish my other Valentine's Day cards, and I have to get to my meeting with the Dean. You know how he feels about being on time!"

Mary Catherine glanced at the clock. It was already 3:40 pm. "Oh god, I have to hurry! My meeting with Dean Michaels is at 4:15!" Mary picked up the thong, neatly folded it and placed it in a small box. She quickly covered it up with tissue paper and rose petals. Next she placed the card on top. She looked at the sheets of different wrapping paper on her desk and decided on the white paper with red hearts to match the thong in the box. Looking at the clock again she placed the paper by the box and went on with her work.

Mary pulled out another card and began to write. She loved Valentine's day, even though there was so much to do. She had about a million cards to write it seemed between all her friends, her favorite teachers, the girls on her floor and most the other girls in student government. They took forever too because she always wrote a short, personal note in each card, making sure she picked just the right card for each person. Working quickly and quietly, she went down the list-crossing off each name as she sealed the card. Finally she stopped and looked at the last name on her list-Dean Michaels.

Mary bit her lip and looked over at Mandy, who was totally lost again in her magazine. She opened her desk and drew out a beautiful handmade card and opened it. She looked at the blank page, unsure as to what to write. She knew what she wanted to write, but well she knew better. To the Dean she was just a little schoolgirl and not a very well behaved one at that considering the number of time she had ended up getting spanked this year! It was ridiculous when you thought about it. Here she was having romantic thoughts about a man whose most frequent comment to her was, "Drop drawers young lady!"

The thought of that alone make her blush. It was one thing to be spanked when she was 10 years old, even when she was in the ninth grade, the amount pain she was in for was foremost in her mind when she stood before him reaching under her plaid skirt for the waistband of her panties. But now . . . now it was different. Sure she was still afraid of the pain, because it still hurt, and hurt plenty! Now that her body had finally begun to develop though she was really embarrassed to have to pull down her panties and go over the desk. Especially embarrassing was when she would be put over his knee and have him lower her panties for her, knowing the view she was presenting him. She could feel her face grow hot just thinking about it, and she could feel something stir deep inside her, something she couldn't really define. All she knew is that it made her feel nervous and gave her butterflies.

She looked down at the blank card. It had taken her several days to make. The card to him always took a long time because she could never find what she wanted in the stores. "Great," she thought, "why don't I just write, 'Dear Dean Michaels Happy Valentine's Day. By the way I really get embarrassed when you spank me now.'

Mary bit her lip and picked up her fountain pen. She wished Andy would see her as more than just a bratty little 11th grader who was put on Earth to go over his knee. Sighing, she knew that was just wishful thinking on her part and she might as well get over that little fantasy right now. Leaning over the card, she wrote:

Dean Michaels,
Happy Valentine's Day and thanks for caring . . .

Mary Catherine

"Way to go Em," she thought. "SOOOOOO poetic!" Letting out a sigh she placed the card in a small box. She smiled though as she picked up the small, sleek, silver corkscrew she'd bought for the Dean and placed it inside the small box on top of the card.

She may not be able to tell Dean Michaels in words that she felt he was special, but at least she could show him with her gift. She had really agonized over what to give him this year. Candy or a coffee mug just wouldn't do. All the girls gave him stuff like that. Mary Catherine knew the corkscrew was the perfect gift the minute she saw it on the Williams Sonoma web site. It would show him that she knew what his interests were because he liked fine wine. At the same time it showed him she was sophisticated enough to think of it. She couldn't buy a bottle of wine for him obviously so this was a natural choice. No one else would think of something like that!

She closed the box and placed a sheet of red paper with white hearts on top of it. Looking up she panicked. It was 4:08 already! She had to leave right now if she was going to be on time.

She jumped up and grabbed her planner as she said, "Mandy I have to go. Can you finish wrapping my gifts for me? I wrote all the cards. Would you just drop them all in the Valentine's drop box? The pile on the right side of the desk goes to the faculty drop box and the box on the right is for Doug use the white paper with red hearts. Just put it in the regular hiding place. The pile on the left is for the student drop box. The other package is for Dean Michaels. Just use the red paper with the white hearts and leave it on my desk. I'll take care of that one later. You got it?"

Mandy didn't answer, she was totally wrapped up in her magazine. "Have you got it?" Mary Catherine asked again. "MANDY!!!" she finally said exasperated.

Mandy looked up casually and said, "What? I heard you!"

"Are you sure?" Mary Catherine asked. "Yes! Jeez Whitney, now you sound like MY mother."

Mary looked at the clock, 4:11 pm. There was no time to argue, "OK but don't forget. Promise?" Mandy put down the magazine and smiled innocently at Mary, "Go, I got it, don't worry, I've got it covered."

Mary smiled, "Thanks Mandy I owe you . . ." and then she raced out the door to make it to her meeting with the Dean. Mandy watched her run out of the room, glanced over at the desk, the continued reading her magazine . . .

As she hurried to the Dean's office, Mary Catherine ran over her plan one more time in her head. Doug's gift would be delivered tonight and tomorrow she would sneak away during the day to meet Doug for a long, romantic lunch. She planned to meet him the period right before lunch and come back just in time for her last class of the day. Mandy had an appointment in the counseling office that period, so she was going to stop by class first and give Mary's teacher a note to spring her. Mary had a library study hall right after lunch and Mandy would sign her in for that. That would give Mary Catherine and Doug just over two hours together. She smiled at the thought of Doug opening his present and seeing the picture. That ought to give him something to think about tonight! Arriving at the Dean's office, she knocked and entered.

"Hi Mary Catherine, right on time," Andy said with a smile as he picked up his folder of notes. "Have a seat and let's get started. There's a lot to go over today . . ."

Their meeting was over right before dinner. Mary Catherine headed back to her room and tossed her planner on her desk and made her way down to the dining hall. Grabbing a plate she quickly filled it and took it over to her table, sliding in beside Mandy. "Well?" she asked expectantly.

"Well what?" Mandy answered as she swallowed a bite of rice pilaf.

"Did you finish what I asked you to do?" Mary asked.

Mandy looked at Mary, rolled her eyes and said, "Ye of little faith."

Mary gave her a puzzled look and nudged her in the ribs with her elbow. "Is that a yes or no Bennett?"

Mandy sighed, "It's a yes . . . it's all a yes. YES I delivered the cards for the students and YES I delivered the cards for the faculty and YES I finished wrapping the gifts like you asked and YES I delivered Doug's gift to the usual spot." She stops to take a sip of milk, then adds, "Oh and Dean Michaels gift is right in my backpack."

Mary looked wide eyed, "What? I don't want him to see it. You were supposed to leave it on my desk!" "

Relax Mary, remember it's Thursday and the Dean is having dinner with the department heads in the trustees dining hall over in Old Main."

"Still" Mary said, "I should deliver it now. Let me have it."

Mandy fumbled around in her backpack and finally pulled out the box, handing it to Mary Catherine. After dinner Mary walked down to Old Main and left the box right outside his door.

About 8:00 pm Andy finished the last conversation with the head of the science department and headed out of the Trustees dining room. He was tired but wanted to get a little more work done tonight, tomorrow was Valentine's Day and he knew from experience it would be a busy and hectic day.

He went down to the second floor and he let himself into his suite. He noticed the box as he crossed the reception area and bent to pick it up. He opened his office door and walked in and sat down behind his desk, looking at the box. He smiled, the matching paper and silk ribbon could only mean one person, Mary Catherine. She always wrapped everything so carefully to make it stand out. Smiling he carefully opened the package . . .

Mary Catherine woke the next morning with eager anticipation. She raced to her computer and checked for messages the moment Mandy went into the bathroom to take a shower. Sure enough there was one from Doug confirming their plans:

Mary,

I'm in the library right now, not a whole lot of time to write. Father Riley is watching us like a hawk. Thanks for the gift, will let you know what I think of it later.

It's too hot right now to meet by the lake, or any part of the Saint Seb's campus. Meet me instead at Saint Francis in the old campus garden-the little alcove. Same time as we originally planned, ok? I can't wait to see you and give you my gift.

Doug

Mary smiled, the lake was romantic but the alcove was even more romantic and safe. No one from Saint Francis ever wandered over there during the day anyway. It was too far removed from the rest of the buildings to go there during breaks. Mary Catherine carefully showered and dressed, making sure she looked especially nice. It was impossible to look sexy in her uniform, but she at least she was able to make sure it was absolutely perfect.

She stopped for a minute and looked at herself in the mirror to see what the thong looked like under her plaid skirt. She felt her heart race thinking she was going to actually meet Doug with it on! She smiled thinking of the meeting and feeling even more relieved that it was going to be on her campus. She knew only so much could happen during the day on campus, and quite honestly that made her feel a bit more relaxed. She liked Doug, really liked him, he was sweet, but still sometimes she still felt a little over her head when they were together. He was so much more experienced than she was when it came to relationships.

The alcove was a perfect meeting place. It would be romantic, but safe at the same time. She finished dressing and put a small red pin on the collar of her white oxford. Saint Francis had developed a tradition of wearing red on Valentine's Day, sort of like they had on Patrick's Day when they had to wear something green. If you didn't have red on and someone noticed they could pinch you. Mary was tempted to not wear the pin and tell people the red she was wearing was under her skirt, but she ruled that out. That was a little secret between her and Doug.

Mary was excited all morning. She had never done something like this and that added to the whole excitement and romance of it. Walking around in the thong was also a different feeling. It felt as if she was walking around with nothing underneath. On her way to fourth period she ran into Dean Michaels.

"Morning Dean," she said brightly. "Morning Mary Catherine," the Dean answered, holding her gaze for a moment.

She felt herself blush hotly. Something about seeing the Dean with a thong on made her feel something -- embarrassed, nervous, scared, she really couldn't tell.

"Is something wrong Mary Catherine?" he asked arching his eyebrow.

"Wrong? Uh . . . no nothing wrong, why would something be wrong?"

"Well you look a little flushed Sport."

"Oh that . . . uh . . . I guess I guess I'm just excited about it being Valentine's Day that's all. I'll see you later, I don't want to be late for class!" Mary headed down the hallway quickly not turning to see if Dean Michaels was still watching her.

As she waited for Mandy to call her out of class, she thought about the encounter with the Dean and quite frankly she was disappointed. He didn't even thank her for her gift! Maybe he hadn't opened it yet. She certainly expected it to make an impression! Then again, she thought to herself, she didn't really give him time to thank her. She'd been so anxious to get away from his intense gaze.

Just then there was a knock at the door. Sister Constance went to the door and Mandy walked in and handed her a pass. Miss Jenkins looked up and said, "Mary Catherine, you're wanted in the counseling office."

Her heart pounding Mary stood up, collected her books and walked out the door. Once they were halfway down the hall Mary Catherine turned to Mandy and smiled. "So far so good. The rest should be a piece of cake," she said.

Mandy nodded and replied, "OK I'll sign you in for study hall but don't forget you have to be back by 2:15 for french class. Got it?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be on time."

Mandy then gave Mary a sly smile, "Have fun-but not too MUCH fun if you know what I mean."

Mary Catherine nodded and smiled and the two parted ways . . .

Mary quickly made her way to the old campus garden and to the stone alcove behind it. Fortunately they were having a real heat wave. Normally February in central Pennsylvania would've been freezing and the campus snow covered. It hadn't snowed in nearly a month and the temperatures had been hovering in the mid-fifties. Taking a deep breath and smoothing her skirt, Mary walked in. It was a small room in the same gray stone as the walls surrounding the old campus garden. Stain glassed windows against one wall let the light spill in. A small bench hand been placed directly across the stained glass. Mary sighed, it was so romantic and peaceful here-perfect for a private lunch with Doug. This was the first time she'd had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day. She couldn't wait to see what Doug planned for her.

As she walked over to the bench she spotted the wrapped box that was on the bench. She smiled when she noticed that it was the same sort of paper she had used for Doug's gift. She looked around, "Doug? Doug? Where are you?" Mary Catherine sat down and shook the box. It rattled slightly, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Five minutes passed and she grew more and more impatient. Finally she couldn't stand the suspense anymore. Mary Catherine quickly tore off the paper and opened the box. She smiled as she glanced inside and then as she parted the tissue a small look of bewilderment crossed her face.

It was an antique hairbrush made of cherry. "A hairbrush?" she thought. She rolled her eyes, "Was that the best he could do? Boys were so clueless when it came to romance sometimes!" She turned it over in her hand. She had to admit, it was a nice hairbrush and maybe Doug planned to brush her hair with it. Mary Catherine smiled to herself thinking, "Maybe it's romantic after all."

She heard footsteps on the stone path just then and her heart raced. She suddenly had an idea. She got up and sat back down, her knees under her legs, just like in the picture. Then cocking her head she pulled up her skirt to mid-thigh as she gave her most seductive smile . . . and that's exactly how Dean Michaels saw her as he came around the corner.

Her eyes went wide and she scrambled off the bench, yanking down the hem of her skirt until it fell to her knees. "Dean Michaels! . . . uh . . . uh I can explain Sir, honest!"

Andy walked in and leaned up against the wall, a bemused smile on his face, "Oh can you, can you Miss Whitney?" "Yes . . . yes I can Sir . . ." she answered. Her mind had to work quickly. "How did he know?" Mary Catherine wondered.

Dean Michaels must of followed her, must have somehow spotted her leaving the science building and followed to see where she was going. Thank god Doug wasn't here. Maybe that was why Doug wasn't here. If Doug had spotted the Dean he would've made himself scarce.

"I don't think this is where they hold your fourth period class Mary." Andy said quietly. "No . . . well, you see Sir, errrrr, Dean, I . . . I guess I was so keyed up about the holiday that I just had to come and get some peace and quiet."

Andy nods, but doesn't say respond. Instead he asks, "So what's in the box Mary Catherine?"

Mary looks from the box to Andy and back again. "Oh that . . . uh . . . well . . . just a present from one of my friends for Valentine's Day."

Smiling Andy said, "A present from a friend huh? Do you want to explain that pose I saw when I came in? Were you expecting someone Mary Catherine?"

"Oh . . . that . . . well . . ." Mary bit her lip, fidgeting slightly as she tried to think of something fast. Suddenly she blurts out blushing, "Well see . . . oh! I could tell you but you would probably think I was being silly."

"Try me Sport," he said as Mary Catherine bit her lip again and searched for an explanation he might believe. "Well see . . . well . . . when I was younger, and I know this is soooooo dumb, I use to pretend I was a model and you know kind of pose and stuff. Well I was sitting here and something about the light just reminded me of that so I was kind of posing, I mean I didn't even hear you coming."

The Dean smiled and came up to Mary. "Oh so you were modeling. It all makes sense now," he says as he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the Polaroid she had taken in her dorm the day before. "I guess that explains this picture then, huh?"

Mary Catherine stared at the picture wide-eyed, her mind racing a million miles a minute.

If Mary was one thing, it was bright. It took her only a second to connect everything that had happened. Her mind raced back yesterday afternoon in her dorm room. She'd told Mandy exactly what to do, but Mandy never looked up from her magazine, simply mumbling that she had hear her. The box for Doug and the one for Dean Michaels were exactly the same size. Mary's heart dropped and she felt a flash of anger. How could she be so dumb to trust something so important to Mandy?! She had wrapped the presents with the wrong paper! How on earth could she have done something so dumb! The paper was on top of each box even!

Mary Catherine looked down and felt her face grow red and hot as she realized the full implications of what had happened. The message she wrote to Doug in the card, the Polaroid and the thong!!!!! She stared at the ground, not believing what had happened, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Dean Michaels had seen the picture! He saw her posing in a thong!

Mary could feel her eyes start to form. In barely a whisper she said, "I guess there's no use saying anything else. I'm sorry Dean Michaels, I am so sorry Sir." Mary kept her head down and she began to twist her hands in her lap. She suddenly saw the box she had found upon arriving out of the corner of her eye, and what was inside made perfect sense now . . .

"Needless to say I think you used very poor judgment Mary," Andy said as he looked at the Polaroid once more and slipped it into his pocket.

"Yes Sir," Mary said, positively mortified now.

"Quite frankly I have to admit I'm disappointed in you Mary Catherine." Mary slowly nodded, she couldn't see now, tears were clouding her eyes and she could feel them running down her cheek. She was so humiliated! How could she ever look at him again?! She wanted to die . . .

And then he surprised her. "It was wrong Mary, but making mistakes are a part of growing up. Everyone makes them from time to time, and that's all you made Mary Catherine a mistake." Listening as the tears continued to roll down her face, she was surprised Andy wasn't yelling. In fact, he seemed quite calm about the whole thing. Much calmer than she expected him to be.

As Andy continued to talk, he sat down next to Mary Catherine and gently pulled her chin up with his hand until she was looking him in the eye. "You know Mary, I don't know Doug the way I know you, but all and all he seems like a good guy. Quite frankly Mary Catherine I can't be around you two every waking moment. I have to assume that when you two are alone you're using good judgment." Mary nodded, dropping her eyes again as she listened to him speak.

"Now, I'm not going to say a lot, other than I understand that maybe at times your hormones are doing the thinking for you and not your brain. I will say this though Mary Catherine. You are one of the brightest, kindest, nicest girls that I know at Saint Francis and that comes though and that's what people remember about you and it makes you quite an attractive young lady." He pauses, then adds, "Whether or not you're wearing a thong."

Mary Catherine felt her face go red all over again.

"Understand?" he asked.

Mary nodded, "Yes Sir."

Andy stood up, "Good. Now that's not to say I'm about to let you get away with this little escapade Mary Catherine. You broke so many rules with this little stunt I don't even know where to begin. Skipping class, lying to me. I guess the best place to start is with you over my lap for a good long spanking with that hairbrush I gave you."

Mary gulped and nodded her head. Andy opened the box and pulled the hairbrush out, turning it over in his hand, rubbing the cool, smooth wood against his palm. Mary Catherine stood unbidden and without a word reached under her skirt for the waistband of the thong. Andy raised his hand to stop her and said, "No it's all right Mary Catherine. If I'm not mistaken what you're wearing under your uniform leaves the part of you I want for the hairbrush quite exposed and ready for me."

Mary Catherine didn't think it was possible, but she suddenly felt even more embarrassed. As Andy placed Mary over his lap and lifted her skirt she was in tears again. The picture was bad enough, but now he was actually seeing her in a thong! Somehow it seemed even worse than if it had been her bare bottom. She felt his grip tighten around her waist, the hairbrush tapping against her bare cheeks taking aim and then the sharp sting of the first spank,

"SMACK!"

By the fifth spank, embarrassment was the furthest thing from Mary's mind . . .

"SMACK . . .SMACK . . . SMAAACKK . . SMAAAAAAAAACKKK!!"

Andy didn't scold her further, the hairbrush speaking clearly for him. Her bottom quickly turned warm and pink, then red and burning hot.

"SMACK . . . SMMACKKK . . . SMAAAAACKKKK . . . CRAAAACKKK!!!!!"

"Owww . . . ohhhh!" Mary exclaimed, shifting across his lap. The thong tightened between her cheeks uncomfortably and she wondered why on earth she ever thought this was a good idea.

"SMAAACK . . . SMMMAAACKKKKK . . . WHAAAAAAAPPPP . . . SMAAAACKKKK . . . CRAAAACKK!!!"

Mary started to cry in earnest, her legs kicking furiously. Her entire bottom was on fire and the cool, smooth wood was now burning hot. There wasn't one spot on her bottom that escaped it's fiery kiss. "SMAACK . . .SMAAAAACKKKK . . . CRAAAAAACKKK . . . SMAAAACKK."

Mary Catherine cried harder, wondering if her spanking would ever end . . .

Afterward Andy walked her across campus, and as they got to the steps of MacIntyre Hall, he handed Mary Catherine the box with the hairbrush in it. Unable to meet his eyes, she shoved it in her backpack, and raced up the stairs and went inside. Andy watched her retreat, then walked back to his office in Old Main . . .

Just before Mary Catherine walked into class she stopped in the bathroom to make sure that her eyes weren't all red and to wipe the tears away. As far as she could tell, none of the girls had any idea of the pain she was in at the moment.

As she walked down the hall she felt her face flush again as she thought of the hairbrushing she had just endured. The spanking was bad enough, but afterward Dean Michaels had given her a pair of new white cotton panties to replace the thong. He was nice enough to turn around while she changed, but she was thoroughly humiliated to have to hand the thong she had been wearing to him and watch him put them in his blazer pocket. That was far more painful than the hairbrushing itself.

Mary Catherine walked down the hall of MacIntyre Hall after last period. She didn't know how she had made it through her final class. Her poor bottom was throbbing the whole time, she couldn't even concentrate on what her French teacher was saying and forget about the pop quiz they'd taken. She'd be surprised if she managed to get any of the answers right.

"Hey Mary did you hear me?" Mary looked up, to see who was talking to her.

"Sorry Kristin, I guess I was just zoning out. What did you say?"

Kristin leaned over and gave her a hug, "I said Happy Valentine's Day, and thanks for the card. It was sweet of you!"

Mary gave her a weak smile, "You're welcome, Valentine's Day is all about friendship right?"

Kristin looked at her and nodded, then stopped, looking over what Mary Catherine was wearing critically.

"You'd better be careful Mary," she said teasingly.

"Why?" Mary Catherine asked.

"You're not wearing red," Kristin replied.

"Sure I am," Mary insisted, automatically feeling for the small red pin she had put on her collar this morning. It was gone.

Mary Catherine thought for a moment. It must have fallen off when she was over Dean Michaels lap. She sure was squirming enough to make it fall off that's for sure.

"I guess my pin fell off, but believe me Kristin," Mary said her hand unconsciously going to the seat of her skirt, "I'm wearing red, bright red."

She continued down the hallway to her room, a Valentine's blush across both sets of cheeks.

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