Mario, Pauline, and Donkey Kong in: The Great Ape Escape! Chapter 4
Panicking, Pauline grit her teeth, concentrating on her memory of Mario’s courage. She didn’t know if he was alive or dead. But he wouldn’t want her to give up so easily! Donkey Kong landed the last spank, bringing the total number to 64. He grunted. Sure, watching his wife’s buns bounce and jiggle was even more fun than he ever imagined, but he also felt sorry for her. “Ook-keee?” [Translation: “Had enough?”]
Pauline tossed her hair dramatically. “Do your worst, jack-ass! I’ll never surrender!”
Donkey Kong sighed. Grasping Pauline around her dainty waist, he picked her up again, this time holding her upside-down. Pauline began hooraying with her heels, feeling her curly hair flop across her face. Her second high heel went flying off her foot, to join the other waiting for her on the street below “Hey! Didn’t you hear me? I said I’d never surrender!”
Donkey Kong found a single barrel and sat on it. He realized if the bad man attacked, he would quickly run out of ammunition. As a loving, alpha-male gorilla father, he had no choice but to get his silly Kong-wife under control, or she might get really hurt!
Pauline pressed her palms against the steel below her face to support her weight, then craned her neck, still under the assumption that because the spanking she had just gotten was the worst spanking she’d ever gotten in her entire life, that meant it had to be over and done with by now, right? Then she felt the torn remains of her red dress flop around her face, exposing the small of her back and her belly, all the way up to the underside of her red, frilly bra. (Pauline had dressed for all possible scenarios for her blind date with Mario tonight.)
Donkey Kong pulled Pauline into a wheelbarrow position, spreading her legs to either side of his waist. Using his dextrous, hand-like feet, Donkey Kong held his errant wife around her stomach, pinning her securely in place. He examined the strange red garment before him, and wondered what the strange markings: “Daddy’s Little Girl” could possibly mean? He guessed they were some kind of magic spell, to protect her naughty bun-buns from the spanking she so richly deserved. He tugged at the waistband of her panties, curiously.
Pauline’s flight or fight response activated. Unfortunately, she could neither fly, nor fight in her current position. Above her, she saw a blimp floating merrily in the sky, the logo for the Diamond City News department clearly emblazoned on the side. Below her, she could just make out the news coverage playing on the TV billboards. A live stream of her dangling across Donkey Kong’s lap was currently being broadcast in Time Square, not to mention every television across the United States of America, and beyond.
“...Please, don’t pull down my panties, Donkey Kong. Oh, please, not a bare bottom spanking! Anything but that!” All sass and bravado was gone from her voice. She had none left.
Donkey Kong paused his examination of his wife’s behind. He sensed that his wife’s attitude had already improved. Granny Kong always said this was the secret to a happy marriage. “Boo boo, Bum bum?” [Translation: “Does your butt hurt?”]
Pauline nodded, roughly guessing the correct meaning of the Gorilla’s Kongish dialect. “Yes! Boo boo, bum bum!”
Donkey Kong gently patted her upturned bottom three times, then pointed to the shoddy wooden plank bridge. “Ookoo gunna ooboo, oomfee?” [Translation: “Are you gonna’ obey, sweet cheeks?”]
Pauline clenched her fists, along with her butt cheeks. She understood perfectly. If she promised to obey, and crossed that bridge, the spanking would be over. But that meant surrendering.
On the other hand, if she refused, she knew that the spanking would begin all over again, possibly even worse than before, and probably on her bare bottom. The entire world would witness her shame, pain, and humiliation. Even if she survived, she’d be a laughing stock. And the torture would surely go on and on, until her spirit was broken. Then she’d be forced to cross that bridge anyway, having accomplished nothing. She knew one word from her could end this ordeal.
It was a choice between all that, and betraying herself. It was the hardest decision she ever made in her life. It was the easiest decision she ever made in her life.
“Do your worst. I’m not your slave. I’m not your toy. Sooner or later, Mario will come to rescue me.”
Donkey Kong shrugged. “Zoot ooksook!” [Translation: “Suit yourself!”]
Pinching the strange red garment by the waistband on either side, Donkey Kong slowly tugged the panties down his wife’s hips, enjoying the sight that greeted his eyes. That ass was all his, now! But to his confusion, the panties caught just below her butt cheeks. He yanked at them roughly, wondering if this was some magic spell. It didn’t occur to him that putting his wife’s long, slender legs in the spread-eagle position was now preventing her panties from sliding any further.
Pauline’s face turned red and she bowed her head, not wanting to think about the news coverage. She remembered Mario’s courage. If he could face this monster, she could too! (Though she wished she didn’t have to face him in this particular direction.)
Satisfied that the magic cloth probably couldn’t do much to protect his wife’s bottom, Donkey Kong playfully clapped both of Pauline’s bare butt cheeks with both hands, happy to have both his hands free to perform a proper Kong-style bongo beat. Pauline bucked as she felt the clap, then settled demurely into position. She had asked for this. She deserved this. She only wished it was Mario giving it to her.
Donkey Kong landed the first real spanks, again using both his hands at once. The thunderclap echoed across New York City. Pauline roared, tears springing instantly to her eyes. There was no hope of toughing this out, but she had known that from the beginning. She accepted it.
The world sat in silence, glued to their televisions as Donkey Kong began to pound out a steady, hypnotic jungle beat on Pauline’s buttocks. Her cries were almost musical, blending perfectly with the driving tempo of the disciplinary spanking/conga performance. But Pauline refused to beg or plead. She wept, then screamed, until she struggled to breathe between racking sobs. Her hair flew wildly in every direction, sticking to her tear-stained face. Her bare feet kicked and twisted in mid air. Her palms slapped and pulled against the smooth steel, before she clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white, beating uselessly against Donkey Kong’s well-muscled legs. Finally, she gave up her vain struggle and went limp, dimly aware that her bottom had gone numb, the sting of each fresh slap now overwhelmed by the fire in her fanny. Nevertheless, she felt the impact of each clap ripple through her body, and heard the sounds as though they were the beat of a great drum, echoing from far away.
At that moment, she remembered the face of Mario, remembered how she’d treated him, and remembered what she wanted to say to him. Arching her back, she raised her head high and shouted for the world to hear. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I was wrong! What I said to you was wrong! I acted like a spoiled, rotten brat! Please, forgive me!”
Donkey Kong heard the words, and felt pity, assuming they were meant for him. “Ooo-kee! Dere dere, dum dum. Tum tum bum bum dun dun.” [Translation: “All right. There, there, silly. Spanking’s all over.]
To Pauline’s surprise, she found herself being cradled in Donkey Kong’s lap. He patted her back and soothed her like a baby. Pauline felt her temper rise, before considering her situation more carefully. “No, can’t risk antagonizing him any further,” she thought.
Donkey Kong stood his wife up, happy to have that unpleasant business over with. The fun had gone out of it long ago. Pointing to the bridge, Donkey Kong reiterated his command, expecting his now-censured wife to listen and obey, just like Ganny Kong promised him would happen. Instead, his wife shook her head. “I’m sorry, Donkey Kong. But I can’t obey you. If I step on that bridge, I won’t be able to keep from fainting. If you care about me at all, please, don’t make me do this.”
Donkey Kong buried his face in his palms, then roared why women had to make everything so difficult. Ganny Kong had been very clear: once the bottom was bright red, the spanking was over, and it was time to forgive and forget. But he’d done that, and it wasn’t working! And he couldn’t bring himself to spank his silly little wife anymore. Ganny Kong wouldn’t want him to be cruel.
Donkey Kong held his hands up imploringly, begging Pauline to obey, before the bad man who was hunting them showed up.
Both turned at the sound of hammering. Mario’s head popped up over the edge of the tower, spitting out the last of the nails he’d held in his teeth. Using all his mastery of carpentry, he had rebuilt the broken ladder by hand, with scraps of broken barrels, and scaled to the top of the tower.
“Pauline! Get away from that monster! Across that bridge, now!” bellowed both Mario and Donkey Kong, in their respective languages, both pointing at the rickety plank.
Tensing, Pauline stared at the plank. She didn’t want to obey Donkey Kong, but now that Mario was here, the situation had changed. As long as she was with Donkey Kong, she was a liability. Pauline knew that there was nothing she could do to help Mario, other than obey. Feeling every hair on her body stand on end, Pauline forgot her terror of heights, and sprinted across the wooden plank, clutching her aching buttocks. The moment she reached the other side safely, it slipped and fell away. Spotting a ladder, Pauline leapt toward it and started climbing, realizing it led to the tippy-top of the arching tower that would crown the giant sky roof.
As Mario pulled out a sledgehammer and took a swing at Donkey Kong, who danced away with surprising agility, Pauline spotted something at their feet. A heavy rivet reverberated from the impact. It hadn’t been welded down! Glancing below her, Pauline comprehended the architectural design. The central tower she was clinging to was connected to gothic-inspired flying buttresses, supporting the tower from outside. But the central platform Mario and Donkey Kong were using as their battleground was still being riveted to the building’s skeletal framework. “Mario! The rivets! Knock out the rivets!”
Mario barely dodged a crushing blow from Donkey Kong, that sent tremors through the floor. Mario spotted one of the precariously attached rivets. “Huh? But what if break ‘em, and the whole tower collapses? What if I hurt you?”
Pauline held up her hands, as if in prayer. “Trust me, Mario, it will work!”
That was all Mario needed to hear. Diving between Donkey Kong’s legs, he targeted the rivets, pulling them out each in turn, while using his sledgehammer to stave off the gorilla’s sound-barrier breaking punches. As Mario tugged at the last rivet, it caught fast in its rivet-set, snagging on his sleeve and holding him fast! He was helpless!
Donkey Kong narrowed his eyes, wondering why the bad man was after the metal teeth. They must be magic! Circling around his enemy at a distance, the King of the Kongs ran to the center of the platform. This little hunter was far too dangerous. He would have to grab his wife and run far away, where they would both be safe.
Mario tore his sleeve free, and snatched up his sledgehammer. He hesitated for only one moment, feeling sorry for the big lug, then slammed a perpendicular blow at the rivet, hoping to knock it loose.
It almost worked.
The last rivet nearly popped loose by an inch, its tip now the only thing holding the central platform in place. With a tremendous groan, the decorative structure buckled, sending Donkey Kong to his knees. The gorilla spun around, terrified, unable to find his invisible enemy.
All three of them, hero, heroine, and the hapless villain alike, shielded their ears as metal scraped against metal, and the central platform collapsed onto the matching decorative structure one floor below. Donkey looked down, and saw he was floating over nothingness. The gods had abandoned him! The earth was collapsing beneath his feet! Twisting in mid-air, Donkey Kong caught himself, breaking his fall, only for the ground to fall away beneath him all over again as the lower level of steel buckled under the weight of the upper level.
Pauline rubbed her smarting behind. Part of her didn’t care if her would-be gorilla husband fell to his doom, but in her heart, she was still a conservationist. “Mario! Donkey Kong’s not a bad gorilla! He’s just lost and confused, and he needs help too!”
Not sure if he was being too soft-heated, Mario pulled a length of rope from his carpenter’s belt and wound a sailor’s knot around one of the sturdy flying buttress structures. “Hey, Donkey Kong, catch, ya’ damn’ dirty ape!”
Mario tossed the end of the rope toward Donkey Kong with his perfect fastball pitch.
Thinking only of Pauline, Mario leapt to the ladder and began to scale it.
The ape caught the rope, confused. Was this more magic? Then the floor collapsed again, and the ape held on for dear life. As he swung on the rope, he remembered his childhood, swinging from vine to vine in the jungles of Kong Island. Yes! He could conquer this strange, concrete-jungle land. And once he climbed up this rope, he would pound that evil little magic hunter hammer man until–
“Donkey Kong! Watch out for that–” shouted both Pauline and Mario, but too late!
Donkey Kong slammed flat into a steel beam then fell backwards, landing on his head with an echoing, “Gong!”
Mario and Pauline winced. “Do you think he’s dead?” asked Mario.
Pauline shook her head, breathing a sigh of relief that the rest of the structure had survived the collapse of the decorative central platform. She had been 99% sure that her plan would work. Now that they were finally safe, she realized how nerve-wracking that 1% doubt had been. “No, but I bet he’ll feel that in the morning.”
Mario spun Pauline around to examine her for injuries. He whistled. Sure enough, Pauline’s backside shone red, as bright as the top of the Chrysler building. “He ain’t the only one. You’re in rough shape. Can you walk?”
Pauline blushed and covered her bottom, twisting away to hide it from further inspection. “Oh? You…heard what happened?”
“I think all of New York heard it. I’m sorry, Pauline. I wish I could have gotten there sooner…uh, I found your purse.”
Relieved, Pauline accepted the purse and rifled through it, strangely comforted to have it back. She found the family locket her parents had given her as her graduation gift, then noticed what was missing. “My parasol? It’s gone!”
Mario felt sheepish. “Oh, I sorta used it as an emergency parachute, and it got messed up. Sorry about that.”
Pauline pretended to pout. “Hmph! Well, you’ll just have to buy me a new one, won’t you?”
Mario took off his hat. “Of course, Miss Verducci!”
Pauline instantly regretted her teasing. She’d hoped Mario would find her playful, bratty routine charming. Part of her wanted Mario to scold her and pull her across his lap for another spanking then and there. But at that moment, she realized that she couldn’t expect Mario to read her mind. “Thank you, Mario. What you did was amazing! You came to my rescue, even after I was nasty to you.”
With a smile, Mario put his hat back on, flicking the brim with a finger. “Oh, no big deal!”
Pauline crossed her arms. “Hold on, Mario. It is a big deal. To be honest, when I first met you, I looked down on you because of your appearance, your mannerisms, your work background…I see now how wrong I was. Men like you are the backbone of this country, and you deserve to be treated with respect and honor. I owe you an apology, and I won’t feel right if I don’t do it properly. Won’t you forgive me?”
Deeply moved, Mario cleared his throat. “Well, in that case, apology accepted, Miss Verducci!”
“Please, call me Pauline. Now, on to my second point,” Pauline folded her hands neatly in front of her, just like she did when giving a motivational speech to her fellow philanthropists. The effect was only heightened by the fact that she still looked like a complete professional while wearing the shredded remains of her red dress and cheeky underpants. “Getting abducted by Donkey Kong gave time to think. While he was beating me, all I could think about was how I deserved to be punished, but the only one who deserved to give me my spanking was you, Mario. I know you’ve forgiven me, but I think you’ve earned the right to paddle my rump. Before you escort me home, I’d like you to give me the spanking I’ve had coming, right here and now, please.”
Mario’s mustache drooped in shock. “But, Pauline, a gentleman should never hit a lady. And you’re the classiest lady I know! I don’t want to hurt you!”
Pauline nodded, then straightened her posture, towering over Mario. “I know that now, Mario, and I respect that. In fact, I love that about you. But I’m not asking you to hit me, I’m asking you to spank me. That’s not the same thing at all!”
“Seem pretty similar to me! What’s the difference?”
“Simple! You hit a person because you want to hurt them. But you spank a person because you want to help them.”
“...Come again?”
Pauline sighed, and lost the professional speaker quality in her voice as she looked into Mario’s eyes. “Look, when I was a little girl, Mommy and Daddy almost never gave me spankings, even when I probably deserved one. But the few times they did spank me, I always knew I deserved it, and then I tried to do better…for a little while. But years ago, they decided I was too old for spankings…and that was a mistake. For years, I’ve known I still deserve a spanking sometimes, but I’ve been too scared to ask them for one. Today, I put my life in danger, and your life as well, thanks to my stubborn attitude. Right now, I need to be spanked, for my own good.”
Mario stroked his chin. “Well, why not talk to your Madre e Padre about how you feel?”
Pauline gulped and hung her head, dwelling on the poignant, painful memory of her last childhood spanking. “I will, Mario. At least…I’ll try to. But I’m still scared of being spanked. What if I chicken out? Right now, and you’re the only one I trust enough to ask for this. Please, Mario, as my friend, won’t you help me face this?”
Seeing the urgency in his lady-friend’s eyes, Mario knew she was serious. He had to admit he’d been annoyed with Pauline earlier, but she was clearly ready to take responsibility, and he had to respect that. “I’m not sure I understand, Pauline, but if you think giving you a sculacciata will help you learn from this experience, then I’ll try my best to help you…on one condition!”
Pauline’s head shot up, beaming. “Oh? Really, you will? Name the condition!”
Mario held up a finger. “Promise that if you decide you’ve been spanked enough, that you’ll tell me to stop the spanking immediately.”
Pauline pouted. “But how can it be a punishment if I’m the one who decides when it ends? I want this spanking to be for real!”
“Because you’re an adult, and you’re asking for this of your own free will. A few swats on the behind might be enough for a bratty kid, but you’re a full grown woman. If I spank you, I’m giving you a proper spanking. And don’t you worry, it will be for real! I expect you to be brave and take what’s coming to you, but you also deserve to have a say when you’ve been punished enough.”
Pauline nodded. “I see. I never thought of it that way before. If I can stop the spanking anytime, that means I have to be even braver, and accept every spank you give me. Okay! It’s a deal!”
Mario held out his hand and they shook on it. “È un affare! …Uh, you want to get this taken care of right now, then?”
Mario rested on his knees at the center of the platform, patting his lap. Pauline nodded and settled herself onto his lap, as if he were Santa Claus and they were about to discuss why she had been put on the naughty list for Christmas this year. “Yes, thank you, Mario. I’d much prefer that. I can’t stand to wait a moment longer. Oh, and Mario, it’s normal for me to cry and fuss a bit during a proper spanking, so don’t stop right away just because I start begging and pleading.”
Mario looked up at her sternly, as if Pauline was a sneaky little trouble-maker, trying to wriggle out of their earlier deal. “Then how will I know when you need me to stop?”
Pauline beamed and pointed toward the sky. Dusk was settling, and the first star had appeared. “Simple, we’ll use a safe word. If I don’t think I can possibly take any more pain, I’ll shout the word…‘Superstar!’” The star above reflected in her eyes as she stared at it with wonder.
“But unless I shout the word ‘Superstar’, I don’t want you to stop the spanking, no matter what. I’m trusting you to decide when I’ve been punished enough. Now, please spank me, Mario. I’m ready.”
Lifting herself up, Pauline twisted around and deposited herself right back across Mario’s lap, obediently offering up her bottom. Mario patted her bottom experimentally and wrapped an arm around her waist. Pauline felt safe and secure, and lifted her hips slightly, wanting to offer Mario a wide open target.
Mario was a man of few words. Not wanting to lecture Pauline, or make her feel any more guilty, he decided that Pauline already knew why she was in this position, and to waste no time. He began to spank her at a slow, steady pace, using half his strength. On the one hand, he didn’t want to bruise Pauline, but on the other hand, he knew she needed this to be a real punishment.
Pauline hummed and whimpered, but lay still.
Sure enough, she found the lingering soreness from Donkey Kong’s brutal beat-down had left her tender. Their eyes met briefly, before Pauline stared ahead, shame-faced. Mario sensed that so far, Pauline thought of this spanking as only a warmup, and was nervously awaiting for the real thing to begin. Raising his arm high, Mario put more of his shoulder and wrist into the next set of spanks, slowing the pace slightly. He remembered learning how to throw a baseball from his Padre and found the motion was similar: controlled, but with follow through.
Pauline quickly noticed the difference. Her little sounds of mild discomfort became steadily more urgent, and her legs squirmed, her bare feet tapping lightly against the ground. The letters of the slogan, “Daddy’s Little Girl” seemed to writhe across the ample surface area of her ass.
For the first time since Donkey Kong had forced her to cry her eyes out, Pauline felt fresh tears welling up, and strained weakly against Mario’s grasp. “Oh no…please, Mario, no, no, no! Ow! Oh! Aha!” Mario hesitated for a fraction of a second, remembered Pauline’s earlier instructions, and carried on, delivering slower, even firmer spanks.
Pauline’s eyes flew open as she felt the first full-strength swat. By the second and the third blow, she had discerned the new pattern, and felt her resolve crumble. She knew before that Mario was strong. Now she felt it, and knew he wasn’t taking it easy on her. She needed to be spanked. She wanted to be spanked. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. She bucked as the fourth spank landed, her legs kicking up and her head snapping up from the floor. “Ouch! It hurts!”
After the fifth spank, she bucked, trying to lift herself up and off Mario’s lap. “Yeouch! Yowl! Ooch! Stop it! Please stop, Mario! No more!”
Mario didn’t hesitate this time, pinning the bucking dame back in place, he continued to spank with the full strength of his arm, but slowly picked up the pace. He concentrated on the memory of how Pauline had foolishly put herself in danger in the first place, and blocked out her fussing and complaining. For the first time, he found himself fully agreeing with Pauline. He’d gone along with this before because he wanted to help her. But she had been right all along. She deserved this spanking, and now he was going to give it to her.
As he watched the ripples reverberating through Pauline’s lower butt-cheeks, Mario realized that although he had said he forgave Pauline before they began, he was really starting to forgive her now. With each spank, he felt her pain. He couldn’t stand to see her suffering, but he knew that, for her sake, she needed to endure this suffering.
Pauline screeched, before digging her perfectly manicured fingernails into her permed hairdo. This sucked! All her tough talk, and now look at her. She just wanted this spanking to be over already!
Then she remembered her safe word. All she had to do was say the word, and her ass would be safe. She really didn’t want to be spanked anymore! She wanted to be strong, dangerous, independent, and cool. She kicked so ferociously, she felt the heels of her feet bumping against her sit-spots, the tender area where her buttocks connected to her thighs. But Mario ignored her flailing and aimed the next few spanks at the sides of her cheeks.
With every single spank Pauline felt, her inner feminist wept, but why did it have to feel so damn right? The knowledge that she could easily stop this was somehow more tortuous than the physical pain could ever be. Biting her lip to avoid screaming her safe word, Pauline buried her face in her arms and let her tears fall freely. “I’m sorry Mario! I’m so, so sorry!”
She melted into a heap of girlishness, and her mind went blank. Seeing that Pauline was now making an effort to hold her legs in place, Mario decided to deliver the grand finale. He aimed another 100 spanks to the undersides of her cheeks, until the pale, hidden sit spots blushed to the same shade crimson as the rest of her bottom. Mario nodded, satisfied. The color matched her outfit perfectly! “I think you’ve been punished more than enough for one day, Pauline.”
Pauline nodded, pressing her lips against the cold steel, her mind starting to clear as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep. “Aren’t you going to bare my bottom?”
Mario shook his head, and sat Pauline on his lap. “No, you’ve been through enough. It took guts to ask for that after the drubbing Donkey Kong gave you. Sure, you deserved the spanking, but you don’t deserve to be degraded.”
She winced as her bright red bottom pressed against the denim of Mario’s bright red overalls. Then she settled into place, wrapped her arms around his neck, and nuzzled against him, before she hiccuped. Both of them giggled at the sound. “Well, I figured everyone already saw me get my bare butt blistered anyway, thanks to the news cameras. But I’ve definitely had enough for one day. You’re my ‘Superstar’!”
Mario scrunched his face. “Cameras? What cameras?”
Pauline pointed to the heavens, and Mario finally spotted the Diamond City News dirigible. Emblazoned on the side of the blimp was a giant screen, televising footage of the kidnapping and Pauline’s rescue, captioned by a chyron: “New York Heiress Kidnapped and Spanked by Gorilla, Rescued, Then Spanked Again! Who is the Mysterious Jumpman? News at 11!”
Mario’s eyes went wide when the newscast cut to Donkey Kong spanking Pauline, then his battle with Donkey Kong, then Mario spanking Pauline again. “…Oh.”
…
Ever a gentleman, Mario wished to spare Pauline any further embarrassment after her difficult day. He pulled a spare set of red overalls out of his carpenter’s tool bag, and Pauline pulled off the look like a supermodel. “You know, I never thought overalls could be so stylish! Oh, look! They match the rest of my outfit!”
They were greeted by a cheering, adoring crowd. Fortunately, the elderly couple Pauline had spotted earlier had actually waited for them, wanting to return Pauline’s lost hat and high heels they’d found on their afternoon stroll through the neighborhood. Not so fortunately, the paparazzi fought tooth and nail to be the first to interview the couple. But Mario shoved them aside without taking questions, and led the exhausted Pauline safely back to the Verducci Family Manor in the Upper East Side.
Mario held his hat, and spun it in his hands. “Well, this is your stop! Tell your Dad I’m sorry we missed your curfew!”
Pauline still felt a bit dazed. Everything since their “friendly chat” at the top of Trump Tower had passed by her in a blur. “Oh, already? Thank you, Mario. This date has certainly been…most memorable! I’d love to chat, but after everything that happened,I really need my beauty sleep tonight.”
Mario nodded, put his hat back on, and excused himself with a curt bow. “You bet! Good night, Pauline!”
Pauline waved goodbye, watched Mario walk away until he reached the gate to their driveway, then spun through the front door. She buried her blushing face in her hands as she rested her back against the wall of the entrance foyer, and slumped to the floor.
Then she heard Daddy calling from the living room as he rushed to the front door. “Pauline, baby? Is that you?”
Mommy followed in his footsteps, her sheer delight interrupted only by the sight of Pauline’s red overalls. “We watched the whole thing happen on television. Daddy had the Police Comissioner on the phone all evening. We’re so happy you're safe! …What on earth are you wearing? Is that a new French line?”
Pauline leapt to her feet and dived into their arms, exchanging hugs and kisses. “Mommy! Daddy! I’m so glad to be home!”
Daddy pulled back from their embrace to fix his daughter with a firm stare. “What were you thinking? You practically threw yourself into the arms of that monster!”
Pauline hung her head. “That’s the problem: I wasn’t thinking! But ever since I saw Mario coming to rescue me, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how I need to be doing a lot more thinking!”
Mama ruffled her one and only daughter’s hair. “Well, I’m just glad this nightmare is over!”
Pauline shook her head, before looking up into her Daddy’s eyes. “No, Mommy, it’s not over. I acted like a silly, spoiled air-head today. I’ve got to learn to start using my brain, and start holding myself more accountable.”
Daddy harrumphed, in that particular way upper-scale New Englanders like to mix a grunt and a hum. “Hrmm! You certainly do! If you were just a little younger, I’d spank you for acting so silly.”
Pauline folded her hands, back in professional business women mode. “You are half correct, Daddy. I most certainly do deserve a spanking, but it doesn’t follow logically that I shouldn’t get one, just because I’m grown up now. When I turned twelve, you and Mommy once told me I had outgrown spankings, but I’m afraid I disagree. I think you need to start spanking me again, to remind me to be the best possible version of myself!”
Daddy swooned and fainted into Mommy’s arms. Horrified, Mommy hid her eyes behind her forearm, while holding her rich and powerful husband in her other arm. “Spank our only child? Oh no! I can’t bear the thought of seeing my baby suffering! Though, I admit I was tempted to give you a good spanking every time I watched them replay the footage of you happily volunteering to be kidnapped, but it’s simply too barbaric! Too cruel!”
Daddy’s eyes fluttered open and he stumbled to his feet, grasping his wife’s hand urgently in his. “No, my love! Polly is absolutely right! It was our duty to teach and prepare our daughter to face the world, and instead we spoiled her! Pauline, from now on, if you think you need a spanking to help teach you to do better, your Mommy and I are prepared to spank you, starting right now!”
Daddy pointed to the grandfather clock, which indicated it was 8 o’clock. “Pauline, you were late home again, after curfew! I’ve promised you a spanking for staying out late countless times in the past, and now it’s time for me to keep my promise. Meet me in my study. I’m going to give you a good spanking before bed!”
This time, it was Mommy’s turn to swoon and faint into Daddy’s arms. “Oh no! Already? I can’t bear it…”
Then Mommy’s eyes popped open, wide awake, and she looked at her husband urgently, while still held in his arms. “Wait, that’s not fair, Hubby-wubby. Pauline was only late because that great, hairy, grubby-looking fellow took his sweet time getting her home. Really, Pauline, I think you could do much better than him. Did you happen to get the number of that dashing Jumpman character from the television?”
Wondering whether her Mommy was confusing Mario with Donkey Kong, Pauline shook her head. “Not now, Mommy! And Daddy is absolutely right. Sure, I was late getting home because I was being held hostage, but it was my own fault that happened. Therefore, by the principle of transitive relation, it is my own fault that I missed curfew. I certainly deserve a spanking for that!”
Mommy shot to her feet, and held Pauline’s hands. “Oh, you’re so persuasive, Polly!”
Daddy opened the door to his magnificent study in the adjacent room, and gestured to invite Pauline in to face her doom. “Then let’s not put this off. March, Pauline! Mother, be a dear and fetch a pair of leather slippers for us.”
As Pauline marched into her father’s study, she overheard Mommy swooning and catching herself on the handrail of the grand staircase, before suddenly shooting her head up again, perfectly awake. “Oh, Father, please don’t be too hard on poor, precious Pauline…I’m taking a crack at her after you’re through.”
…
Outside, Mario shuffled his feet, taking his time as he marched down the Manor’s impressive, white stone driveway. He’d wanted to ask Pauline out for a second date, but after such a chaotic night, it didn’t seem like the right time. After all, just because they were friends now didn’t mean a gal like her would consider a guy like him to be in her league.
At the iron gate that marked the boundary of the Verducci family property, Mario heard a series of sharp smacking sounds and turned his head. The lights were on in a grand room on the first floor, right next to the front entrance. A magnificent set of arched double-windows, left ajar to keep the house cool at night during the hot summer, gave a full view into a study lined with bookshelves. Framed at the center of the window, Pauline’s daddy had seated himself in a straight-backed wooden chair, with his back facing away from the front lawn. Pauline lay dangling across his lap, while her panties lay dangling below her knees, as her father delivered a firm hand spanking to her upturned bottom. Pauline kicked, her panties stretching as they caught on her ankles, before she resolutely held herself in place, accepting the swats with an air of quiet dignity. Pauline’s mother arrived in the study carrying two slippers. The last thing Mario saw was Pauline obediently standing up and bending over the wooden desk, presenting a full view of her full moon to the window, before her Mommy and Daddy stood at either side of her, each holding a leather slipper high.
Not wanting to intrude any further, Mario smiled, and turned away. “Well, she certainly isn’t spoiled!”
As he made his way out the gate, he heard the unmistakable sound of two sturdy leather slippers smacking across two sturdy butt cheeks. As Mario strolled away, the sound of the furious spanking echoed in his ears, gradually fading away in the distance, with no sign of it stopping any time soon. Mario whistled a jazzy tune as he made his way back home to Brooklyn.
[End of Chapter 4]
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