Structure and Accountability part 3
Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 7:21 pm
[Please note that the Rachel in this story is not me]
Jenny drove me home afterwards. She was excited that I would spend the next week with them. So were the other three girls. I would be arriving tomorrow (Friday) before supper and going back to my apartment the following sunday evening. I would be staying with Jenny in her room. We had a lot to talk about during the short ride!
Once I got to my apartment I started to pack a suitcase. It was then that the reality of what I had agreed to began to sink in. Here I was barely past 19 and i just agreed to a week where I can be spanked good and hard for misbehavior. Its been years since Ive even had to consider that, and now its about to be foremost on my mind. But maybe I shouldnt obsess about it. After all he seems like a nice man. I believed him when he said it wouldnt happen unless I earned it.
I slept well that night, better than I had in months. I am not sure what to attribute that to. I thought I would be nervous but I wasnt. I was calm and relaxed.
As I tidied my apartment before Jenny picked me up, I thought of some of the spankings I had from my parents. I'd get yelled at and told how stupid and useless I was. The spankings themselves would usually be just grabs and hits. Sometimes it would seem like dad was simply trying to see how much pain he could inflict. Afterwards Id be left alone to cry it out. If I cried too long they would yell at me to shut up or I'd get another one. Sometimes I wasn't even sure what the spanking was for in the first place. There was no way I wanted to risk another one so I shut up.
Then Jenny came over. I was so happy to see her again. Jenny seemed sad and a bit distant. "What's wrong," I asked.
"Oh, just having a bad day," she said. I nodded. Then she said "O hell I may as well tell you. Uncle Richard spanked me an hour or so ago."
I gasped. "My god, Jenny, what happened??" Jennifer told me. She told me that she snuck out of the house well past bedtime and sat on a park bench by the river for a while then snuck back in. Uncle Richard confronted her a couple hours ago. She panicked and said that she hadnt gone out. Uncle Richard knew the truth. She told me about the scolding and how angry and disappointed he was in her for sneaking out like that and even more so for lying to him.
Then came the scary part. She told me about having to fetch the wooden hairbrush and how much it hurt. She said she wasnt sure how many dozen swats she got. She told me she cried like a baby and how they were reconciled with a hug and forgiveness afterwards. But she also told about having to spend 15mins in the corner in the living room with her bare bottom on display as a warning to the other girls.
She also said that Uncle Richard said that if she had asked he would have given permission. That is the saddest part of the story. The whole thing could have been avoided. Then she started crying again. I let her cry on my shoulder for a couple minutes so she could compose herself.
Once she stopped crying I told her to go wash her face. After all, I dont want us to get in trouble the moment we walk in the door. She giggled at that.
After that I put the suitcase in the car and we started the drive. While driving there, I thought carefully about what Jenny said. I remembered that there were about a half dozen times when I saw Jenny sad and she said that oh its just a bad day. so thats at least six spankings in nine months. I found myself thinking hard about what this arrangement would entail. I started getting nervous. I walked into the house with a mixture of excitement and dread
Jenny drove me home afterwards. She was excited that I would spend the next week with them. So were the other three girls. I would be arriving tomorrow (Friday) before supper and going back to my apartment the following sunday evening. I would be staying with Jenny in her room. We had a lot to talk about during the short ride!
Once I got to my apartment I started to pack a suitcase. It was then that the reality of what I had agreed to began to sink in. Here I was barely past 19 and i just agreed to a week where I can be spanked good and hard for misbehavior. Its been years since Ive even had to consider that, and now its about to be foremost on my mind. But maybe I shouldnt obsess about it. After all he seems like a nice man. I believed him when he said it wouldnt happen unless I earned it.
I slept well that night, better than I had in months. I am not sure what to attribute that to. I thought I would be nervous but I wasnt. I was calm and relaxed.
As I tidied my apartment before Jenny picked me up, I thought of some of the spankings I had from my parents. I'd get yelled at and told how stupid and useless I was. The spankings themselves would usually be just grabs and hits. Sometimes it would seem like dad was simply trying to see how much pain he could inflict. Afterwards Id be left alone to cry it out. If I cried too long they would yell at me to shut up or I'd get another one. Sometimes I wasn't even sure what the spanking was for in the first place. There was no way I wanted to risk another one so I shut up.
Then Jenny came over. I was so happy to see her again. Jenny seemed sad and a bit distant. "What's wrong," I asked.
"Oh, just having a bad day," she said. I nodded. Then she said "O hell I may as well tell you. Uncle Richard spanked me an hour or so ago."
I gasped. "My god, Jenny, what happened??" Jennifer told me. She told me that she snuck out of the house well past bedtime and sat on a park bench by the river for a while then snuck back in. Uncle Richard confronted her a couple hours ago. She panicked and said that she hadnt gone out. Uncle Richard knew the truth. She told me about the scolding and how angry and disappointed he was in her for sneaking out like that and even more so for lying to him.
Then came the scary part. She told me about having to fetch the wooden hairbrush and how much it hurt. She said she wasnt sure how many dozen swats she got. She told me she cried like a baby and how they were reconciled with a hug and forgiveness afterwards. But she also told about having to spend 15mins in the corner in the living room with her bare bottom on display as a warning to the other girls.
She also said that Uncle Richard said that if she had asked he would have given permission. That is the saddest part of the story. The whole thing could have been avoided. Then she started crying again. I let her cry on my shoulder for a couple minutes so she could compose herself.
Once she stopped crying I told her to go wash her face. After all, I dont want us to get in trouble the moment we walk in the door. She giggled at that.
After that I put the suitcase in the car and we started the drive. While driving there, I thought carefully about what Jenny said. I remembered that there were about a half dozen times when I saw Jenny sad and she said that oh its just a bad day. so thats at least six spankings in nine months. I found myself thinking hard about what this arrangement would entail. I started getting nervous. I walked into the house with a mixture of excitement and dread