Family power structures Part 5 (re written re post)

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PART 5

Tracy’s Story goes on:

From January to May 1983 I only gave 4 spankings, to for Paul, one for Caroline and one for Lori. It is true that Sharon had given about the same number, with Lori getting most of them.

The main reason for this was that people acted well and did as they were told. I had not in fact given a spanking since March when Nancy telephoned. (I had of course assisted with Julie’s first spanking but Nancy held the hairbrush.)

I got Nancy phone call. I realized that Julie’s spanking had to be something pretty special. The whole basis of Julie’s authority was that I stood available as the ultimate deterrent. If Julie did not remember my spanking well Julie’s home would become as badly run as it was before.

I was glad that Nancy mentioned having heard her mother swearing. I felt that mouth soaping would need to be a part of the naughty Mum’s experience.

I checked on what were Julie’s favorite foods. I told Lori to prepare as meal starting with tomato soup, followed by ‘toad in the hole’ a meal with sausages in batter and with jelly (what Tabby calls Jell-O) and ice cream as desert.

Tabby believed that car use should be kept to a minimum because of pollution. It would take three long bus trips for Nancy to take her parents to my home plus a couple of fairly long walks. I thought that it would be a good idea for them to come to supper by that route.

The great advantage was that Julie would be in public in her little girl clothes all that way. Later Nancy told me that her mother got a lot of looks and even a couple of comments on the way to my home.

I made sure to do some exercises. My tennis practice would help but I had a few goes at a pillow with my hairbrush to make sure I would be fully ready even though out of practice.

Interestingly on this occasion Julie acted as a naughty girl knowing she needed to be punished. They arrived about 20 minutes before our first course would be ready to eat.

Julie curtsied and said:

“I was a VERY naughty girl. I then did not take my spanking when Aunt Nancy said I needed it. So please Aunt Tracy will you give me a SEVERE spanking?”

I told here

“My hairbrush is in the bathroom, would your fetch it please.”

I had decided that should do it that way because I wanted Julie to actually go and fetch the instrument, which would warm her behind.

I took my time getting ready. I sat on the tall chair. Julie would be able to hold the legs of the chair to avoid a fall but she would not be able to reach the floor with either hands or legs. I slowly lifted the skirt of her dress then of the frilly pink petticoat, which Nancy had helpfully suggested for the naughty ‘child’. I pulled her cartooned little girl panties down to her knees. Then I nodded to Sharon.

Sharon pressed a button on the timer. It was set for fifteen minutes.


Julie’s story continued:

I smelled the wonderful food as I concentrated on holding the chair legs so I would not fall. I was aware that Paul, Freddy, Sharon, Lori and Caroline were all watching. I was glad that baby Mike was in his nursery.

I realized that Nancy had chosen the frilly petticoat for two reasons. Firstly it would sometimes show under my pale blue pinafore type frock and embarrass me. Secondly it would be one more item for Tracy to slowly pull out of the way.

I felt each stage of the preparations as first the dress and then the petticoat was pinned out of Tracy’s way and then my panties went down to my knees.

WHAP!

The first blow was much harder than I expected

WHAP! WHAP!!

I started to cry in ten seconds after just three spanks. Maybe I hoped that this would shorten the spanking. I do not see how it can have. The spanking seemed to last forever. I was only vaguely aware of my daughter and a still 13-year-old girl watching my pain and humiliation. I was 100% aware of the pain.

I struggled a bit. I kicked and cried a lot. Nothing changed the continued rain of blows on my poor behind.

After some years, well that was how it felt, I heard a buzz.

The spanking was over. My punishment was not. Sharon came to me and said:

“Nancy tells me that you used naughty words so your mouth needs washing properly”

I opened my mouth. The 13 year old’s smaller hands were able to make sure that the totally soapy wash cloth reached every crevice of the inside of my mouth.

Finally it was corner time. I stood there holding up the dress and petticoat. I smelled lovely food but only tasted the strong harsh soap. I heard enjoyable conversation but had to keep my soapy mouth closed and my nose firmly in the corner.

I reflected that I would much prefer any number of Nancy’s spankings than again to go over Tracy’s lap. I would never again defy my daughter. How wrong I was to suppose that Tracy could not be any worse.

Tracy’s plans were not quite over. I now forget the other movie I wanted to see but I did remember that Friday was the last day. It was for over 16s.

Nancy gave keys to my home to Tracy. She and Sharon walked me to the bus stop.

“We will be watching the movie. Sharon will be baby-sitting you. And you better not be out of your bed after 8.”

Tracy had found it easiest to concentrate on my left buttock. This meant that my walking was a bit uneven. I think anyone who saw me would know I was in some distress. I hoped that I would not be recognized.

As we got onto the bus I noticed Tabby in front of us. She went upstairs. I was glad that Tracy and Nancy decided that we would stay downstairs. I hoped that my husband’s boss had not recognized me.


Tabby’s Story (Cont):

I had noticed changes in Fred’s behavior at work. They had all been for the better. I had also noticed, when visiting Fred and Julie, that their home seemed a lot better run. Then too I saw the washing line. I saw some short pants that did not look they were for an athlete and a couple of dresses sized for Julie but clearly styled for a little girl.

I kind of wondered whether Tracy had influenced this family. That Friday all doubts disappeared. It is hard not to notice Tracy She was and, 25 years later, still is incredibly tall and striking.

At first I did not recognize the quite tall ‘little girl’, with her, then I realized it was Julie.

I was, I guess, very curious. I could not avoid broaching the subject when I had a few minutes alone with Fred: Sometimes it is best to be direct:

“Has Tracy spanked you!?”

He was shocked at the direct question. He tried to avoid the subject. He told the literal truth:

“Of course not – Tracy has NOT spanked me.”

I was not satisfied:

“Has anyone else spanked you?”

He nodded slowly:

“Nancy spanks me sometimes – how on earth did you know?”

He paused:

“Was it from Tracy?”

I told him about how I had caught Tracy spanking her mother. I had explained that I did not like it but:


“Look I don’t like spanking in any family, but I tolerate it when it is not too extreme or abusive. At least with Tracy it was not CHILD abuse, unless you think that Lorraine is a kid…”

He was amused

“Well Lori is very immature.”

I could not disagree.

Fred’s story (Cont):

It was almost a relief to tell Tabby the truth about my family situation. I guess I have to admit that I was more content once my home stopped being chaotic. I knew it had been harder for Julie than for me.

I now realize that Nancy very much wanted me to see Tracy spanking my wife. She rightly concluded that I would NOT want to do anything to provoke a similar punishment.

Truth to tell I had managed better at work. There can be a tendency for people to put in huge hours to prove that one is committed. Like most of my colleagues I really did feel a deep commitment to Social Work. Perhaps I had neglected my own family and probably my work had not been that much more effective for putting in stupid hours.

I have to say that Tabby had the same tendency, and it got worse when she got promoted. She often did 70-hour weeks, and I gather she took lots of work home too.

Before Nancy took over discipline in my family I had often got a bit ratty with colleagues, especially with subordinates. This had not happened during the first few months after I went over Nancy’s lap.

Then late one Friday, just after 6pm I really yelled at a young 18-year-old temporary administrative assistant. He actually cried

Five minutes later I realized that Harry had looked in the file I had asked him to but I had reversed the given and family names of an Asian guy. I felt really bad.

I apologized to Harry, who looked like a little boy as he was crying and Tabby was comforting him.

All that weekend I felt bad. I did my housework tasks. Nancy noticed my poor mood and asked. I made true literally true statements which together amounted to a total lie:

“It’s about work. You know Nancy what I do has to be confidential.”

My daughter put her hands around my shoulders and comforted me.

I talked to Tabby on Monday about what had happened. I agreed to buy Harry a big box of chocolates, which she had discovered he liked. Then Ms Brown explained what I already knew.

“Fred, the work we do is very stressful. It is very easy to get angry. It is not fair to take it out on innocent people, whether colleagues or family members.”

I nodded. Still by Monday evening I still felt bad. So I told the story to Nancy as we were preparing supper. I finally asked:

“I think that what I did to Harry was VERY naughty and I deserve a spanking. Pretty please will you give me one?”

My 18 year old daughter nodded but added:

“And I think that the way you talked to me on Saturday was rather like a lie so I think your mouth needs washing out.”

Julie watched as I allowed my daughter to unbuckle and pull down my trousers and underpants. Nancy sat on the sofa. I took up the position.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!!

She showed no mercy. Soon I was crying and kicking. Nancy ignored something else that was happening. I was very ashamed at the early signs of an erection. Usually my spankings had been timed for shortly after Julie and I had been- well you know. I did not know what to do.

Still the pain quickly blocked out all other feelings and reactions.

After the spanking I was led upstairs. Nancy ordered me to take a cold shower, which I did. This did have some effect.

I came downstairs in my pajamas. Nancy washed my mouth out with soap in front of my wife just before they sat down to eat. I stood in a corner, with a soapy mouth and pajama pants round my ankles showing off my red rear.

Finally Nancy said:

“I want to make very sure that you do not associate spankings with pleasure so you should go into the spare room.”

I lay on a single bed in the spare room. Nancy tied my hands to the end of the bed and said:

“These are clean sheets Freddy, I trust they will remain so.”

I lay there thinking about how badly I behaved and how much I deserved the punishment. I have to say that if you have a wife like Julie wanking is not something you want or need to do often so that was not much of a risk. By 6am there was, however a big risk that my sheets would not stay dry for other reasons. I was VERY relieved when Nancy untied me and I got to the bathroom.

Julie’s Story Cont:

I now no longer tried to think of ways or taking away Nancy’s ability to spank me. Partly it was because I realized that there was nothing I could do other than try to get her arrested, which would be crazy and embarrassing.

The other thing was that I could not deny that our home worked better. I also guess I noticed something else. Of course I HATED and still hate being spanked. It is humiliating and painful, even if less painful with Nancy than with her athletic giant friend Tracy.

Fred made the other point to me. Nancy was actually away one weekend looking at universities so we could talk freely: Fred told me

“I think that guilt is a funny thing. The thought of it often prevents many bad things but when you have acted badly you cannot undo it. You can’t un-ring a bell and I could not undo the damage I did when I yelled out poor little Harry for my boo boo.

“I needed something to happen. I now seem to have dealt with the guilt feelings. Of course the thought of another spanking if I bully another colleague will help me to keep my temper.”

I realized I felt much the same. I find spankings rather painful and INCREDIBLY humiliating but on the other hand they do usually resolve my bad feelings. I also have to admit that when Nancy spanked me I usually had something I felt guilty about, or I should.

It would be some months before this thought started to have an impact on my professional work, as a therapist but it would make a difference to a small number of patients.


Roberta Dickson’s memory:

I actually heard about Tracy’s method of family organization from Nancy. I realized I was partly responsible. I remembered the conversation I had with my friend through her letterbox. I had not wanted to risk officially committing a crime. I recall talking about my uncle’s “clips around the ear” for troublesome teens. By the way NEVER hit anyone on the ear or the head because it can cause real damage.

Tracy had hold of Lorraine and (I was sure) evidence of her drug purchase and of her thefts from her family. Frankly I was certain that Tracy had got rid of Lori’s ecstasy down the toilet, but I more or less knew that she had extracted confessions from her stepsister in exchange for not turning her in.

I was equally sure that Lori had submitted to 1 spanking from Tracy. I had been aware, kind of, about Lori’s behavior having changed. I guess I was not 100% shocked when I found out that the spanking was not a one off.

Truth to tell I was shocked that Tracy had spanked her stepfather and her mother. Yet I clearly distinguished her case from that of a young man who had PUNCHED his disabled mother’s face and stomach. In that case I was happy to arrest and see the young mother punished.


Like most cops I was not that enthusiastic about therapists. Still I did have some problems. I guess too, it might not have been such a good idea to have someone I kind of knew give me the talking cure. Still there was stuff I needed to talk through with someone.


Then came the time when I was double booked. Julie had mucked up her appointment book. I had actually taken an afternoon off, with some difficulty. I was VERY angry.

I was still angry with Julie when I went to a specially arranged, free, appointment.

I spent a lot of time telling Julie that I still did not know if I wanted to see someone so incompetent again, though I took the freebee. I only spent about 10 out of the fifty minutes talking about the stuff I wanted to.

“I still feel really bad about what happened last month. I let Norman Roberts give the guy a real kicking. Then I said I saw nothing. I am sure that if I told the truth the suspect would have walked. I had also seen a video of the dogfight the thug had arranged. I felt as angry and sick as Norman did. I might even have given the odd kick myself, but it’s wrong..”

We chatted a little outside the session. I talked a lot about punishment. I told Julie straight that she deserved some kind of punishment for the way she had mucked me up. I kind of admitted that I deserved a punishment for what I had done.

We then reached an agreement. I would tell Norman very clearly that if he crossed the line again I would turn him in. We would both get punished.

If I had known the difference between Nancy and Tracy’s strengths I would not have insisted on it being Tracy but I did.


Luckily I was certain that I had the whole of the following weekend off. So a time was agreed early on Friday evening. The receptionist was sent home but it was at the building where Julie did her therapy sessions. I was a bit surprised at part of the preparation. I was told to change. I did so, I was a bit shocked at the childish nature of the dress, panties and socks offered but I had agreed to this.

Then Julie braided my hair into pigtails. I felt very stupid.

I felt my heart flutter as I walked back into the therapy room where Tracy was waiting. She sat on the couch.

“I think you’re first Bobbi…”

I did not normally like that diminutive, and I am sure that Tracy knew that. Still I obeyed. She patted her lap. I got up. Very slowly Tracy removed the skirt of my childish flowery pinafore dress and pinned it out of the way. Then she pulled down the little girl panties – also decorated with flowers.

There was a pause. Then a brief scolding

“Bobbi really must learn NOT to let other cops kick people. She must NEVER again lie about things..”

Then

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!!

My poor rear quickly got very warm and painful. I was a thirty-year-old Police officer, who had every chance of becoming a sergeant. I felt like a VERY naughty LITTLE girl age somewhere between four and eight

Soon enough I cried and kicked like a child too.

I do not know whether it was good or bad luck but I happened to be able to see the clock as the spanking went on. It only lasted 3 minutes, but I knew I would remember it.

As I was lifted off the 18 year old’s lap Tracy explained:

“And now we need to deal with some lies.”

I was walked into the bathroom, with my dress still pinned up and my panties around my knees. A washcloth was covered with soap.

“Open up.”

I obeyed. It tasted horrible and felt worse. This part of the punishment was made all the more effective for being carried out in front of a mirror. It probably lasted longer than the spanking itself. At last I was led out and walked to a corner.

“Bobbi, I’m unpinning your dress. YOU need to hold it up now.”

I obeyed.

Then I listened to Tracy give a brief lecture to Julie. I heard the repeated WHAP on the middle-aged therapists bottom. Soon enough I heard the cries of a naughty LITTLE girl.


JULIE’S STORY (Cont.)

Because it was my fault that Roberta Dickson’s session had been so disrupted not only I let her have the next session free.

I felt that this spanking was a way of dealing with guilt, and in some ways an equivalent to therapy. I therefore paid Tracy the amount I would have charged for two sessions, once for Roberta and once for myself.

I wonder if knowing I had paid made my bottom hurt even more.

After that weekend in a few cases where guilt was the main issue I occasionally explored the idea of punishment with clients. Most of my clients were ladies. Many felt that telling their partners of unfaithfulness was going to wreck relationships. Yet they needed to address guilt.

I had felt that Tracy’s spanking was a bit drastic. A small number of my patients cancelled a session and instead paid for a visit to my daughter. Nancy’s spanking, I knew, hurt enough to make sure that the cheaters felt punished. They also felt that the mouth soapings that were usually involved were childishly humiliating.

As a result Nancy was able to save up more than she expected for college,