Boys Brigade Femucation Chapter 3 Piano Lesson
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I was spanked by my piano tutor once. She was a middle-aged housewife type. Overall, a very sweet lady, but as I found out she could be quite vicious when she was angry. I think she felt that a spanking was justified because I went to a Catholic school that still used paddling. If my teachers could do it, why not my piano tutor as well? Ha.
You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was supposed to practice an hour a day. If I missed a day, then I was supposed to practice for two hours the next day, and so on. But you know how teenage girls are. I had things to do, boys to see, etc, etc…. I only saw her once a week, so those missed practice hours could really stack up.
I got a warning the first time. It was my junior year of high school, about a month after I’d first started taking lessons from her. I’d skipped three of the six days I was supposed to practice that week. She asked if I had been practicing every day. I told her no. She said that because I’d told the truth she’d let me off with a warning this time, but next time she’d have to give me a spanking. She had such a sweet demeanor that I honestly thought she was joking. It didn’t help that she smiled when she said it. Of course I proceeded to blow off practice for another week.
When I arrived at her house on Monday, the first thing she did was ask me if I had been practicing. With last week’s warning in mind, I said yes, of course I’d been practicing, though it quickly became obvious that I hadn’t been when I wasn’t playing any better than last week. She stopped me halfway through an exercise and told me to stand up. I did as she said, feeling rather guilty. It seemed as though the sweet house wife that taught me piano had been replaced by an angry nun. She had me kneel on the piano bench with my hands resting on the keyboard cover. Then she told me to lift up my skirt.
Like a good Catholic school girl I did as I was told. It might sound strange to you, but one of the core tenants we were taught in school was obedience to our elders, and like I said, my high school still punished students with paddling. I’d also occasionally been spanked by my best friend’s mother before and was sometimes still spanked by my parents, so getting a few swats from an older lady was not new to me at all. And of course there was also the fact that I hadn’t practiced piano in two weeks so I really had no room to argue anyway.
I knelt on the piano bench and raised my skirt like I was told, waiting for a couple of slaps on the behind and a quick scolding. When after several seconds nothing happened I glanced over and saw her rummaging through a drawer. I was confused for a second until I saw her pull out an old wooden paddle. Realizing that she meant business I stammered something like “Oh no, Mrs. P, you don’t have to do that,” to which she replied that clearly she did, since not only had I skipped two weeks of practice, I’d also lied to her. I didn’t want to be paddled, but at the same time I did feel quite guilty and it was hard not to feel that she was right. I lowered my head and gritted my teeth as she proceeded to lay ten strokes across my poor bottom. She didn’t hold back either. The force of the first swat surprised me and I cried out, but I managed to keep my mouth shut for the rest.
When it was over she handed me a handkerchief to wipe the tears off my face and then it was right back to practice. I was so afraid of being paddled again that for the rest of high school I never skipped a day of piano practice, so I guess you could say it worked.
You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was supposed to practice an hour a day. If I missed a day, then I was supposed to practice for two hours the next day, and so on. But you know how teenage girls are. I had things to do, boys to see, etc, etc…. I only saw her once a week, so those missed practice hours could really stack up.
I got a warning the first time. It was my junior year of high school, about a month after I’d first started taking lessons from her. I’d skipped three of the six days I was supposed to practice that week. She asked if I had been practicing every day. I told her no. She said that because I’d told the truth she’d let me off with a warning this time, but next time she’d have to give me a spanking. She had such a sweet demeanor that I honestly thought she was joking. It didn’t help that she smiled when she said it. Of course I proceeded to blow off practice for another week.
When I arrived at her house on Monday, the first thing she did was ask me if I had been practicing. With last week’s warning in mind, I said yes, of course I’d been practicing, though it quickly became obvious that I hadn’t been when I wasn’t playing any better than last week. She stopped me halfway through an exercise and told me to stand up. I did as she said, feeling rather guilty. It seemed as though the sweet house wife that taught me piano had been replaced by an angry nun. She had me kneel on the piano bench with my hands resting on the keyboard cover. Then she told me to lift up my skirt.
Like a good Catholic school girl I did as I was told. It might sound strange to you, but one of the core tenants we were taught in school was obedience to our elders, and like I said, my high school still punished students with paddling. I’d also occasionally been spanked by my best friend’s mother before and was sometimes still spanked by my parents, so getting a few swats from an older lady was not new to me at all. And of course there was also the fact that I hadn’t practiced piano in two weeks so I really had no room to argue anyway.
I knelt on the piano bench and raised my skirt like I was told, waiting for a couple of slaps on the behind and a quick scolding. When after several seconds nothing happened I glanced over and saw her rummaging through a drawer. I was confused for a second until I saw her pull out an old wooden paddle. Realizing that she meant business I stammered something like “Oh no, Mrs. P, you don’t have to do that,” to which she replied that clearly she did, since not only had I skipped two weeks of practice, I’d also lied to her. I didn’t want to be paddled, but at the same time I did feel quite guilty and it was hard not to feel that she was right. I lowered my head and gritted my teeth as she proceeded to lay ten strokes across my poor bottom. She didn’t hold back either. The force of the first swat surprised me and I cried out, but I managed to keep my mouth shut for the rest.
When it was over she handed me a handkerchief to wipe the tears off my face and then it was right back to practice. I was so afraid of being paddled again that for the rest of high school I never skipped a day of piano practice, so I guess you could say it worked.
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