Family power structures Part 2 (re written re post)
Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:29 am
PART 2
Tracy’s life starts to get better:
I had a long rest that morning. I knew that my stepsister was sitting uncomfortably, with her sore ass on my hard tall chair writing a punishment essay.
I managed to sleep until a little after noon. My original plan had been to be nice to Lorraine at breakfast and then gently set out some ground rules. That had not worked.
However Lorraine was a lot more subdued at lunchtime. Again I cooked stuff she liked. I found a lowish soft chair. Lori’s could use her feet to make sure that not too much weight was on an area feeling a bit sensitive.
I had found out that Tabby had been able to get weekly reports on by my work and Lorraine’s at the college.
By the way, just to clarify things for American friends an FE College is sort of half way between a Community College and a High School. Lots of the students were 16-9 but not at school as such. There were also courses for older people and lots of evening classes.
Tabby had agreed that I could pop into her office and get copies of both my own and Lorraine’s reports. I talked to my stepsister:
“I know I really lost my temper this morning. I do NOT want to hurt you. Still I am very scared that you will end up on the scrap heap as unemployable, I also want you to do your fair share.
“So you will be on the rota for chores from now on. If you miss something I will give you one warning. If you still do not do the job it will be a spanking. And it will be a PROPER spanking on your bare behind with a hairbrush.
“Also if you cut classes again or fail to hand in work I will spank you.
“Other than that I will treat you like everyone else in the family.”
Lorraine was not happy but she did not argue. We did have a talk about her pocket money. I did want the eleven pounds fifty pence back. That could have meant that she would have no money for 8 weeks or be 50 pence short for 23 weeks.
Then I remembered something. I saw that the price of Mike’s disposable nappies had gone up a lot. We still had the terry ones and did not really use them. She agreed the alternative way for her to pay back
Mom and Paul were very shocked that evening. We explained that Lorraine and I had talked things out, Lorraine then said:
“I know we have been short of money. I know I have not done my share of the chores. I think I will make housekeeping easier for Tracy. I know one nasty job I can do that will save LOTS of money. If you put Mike into these I will wash them.”
I scheduled a regular private chat with Lorraine on Monday afternoons. Paul would be signing on. I agreed that Lorraine and I would watch Lorraine and Mother would go window-shopping, this is a free activity. (Though later it turned out to be a problem.)
I looked through the previous week’s report. Lorraine had missed nearly half her classes and a third of the time she had not handed in work.
I was really clear:
“I want to be fair. I know you were not warned of consequences before, so nothing is going to happen this afternoon. But next week I will have my hairbrush ready, if needed.”
For the next couple of days things were fine. Lorraine did her particularly unpleasant chore. She also did her homework and went to all her classes. I had to nag Sharon a bit to do her share of the chores. I had to nag Paul and Mum A LOT. Still the family worked.
Then we had Wednesday evening. Now the movie tickets were cheaper on that day. The deal was that 4 of us would go to a movie and one would baby sit Mike. It was clearly Lorraine’s turn to baby-sit.
Lorraine said she REALLY wanted to see ‘Raiders of the lost Ark’. She said it was not fair. I said that Mum, Paul and Sharon should go and Lorraine and I would talk about who would baby-sit and who would see the movie.
As soon as the rest of the family was out of earshot I said to my 18-year-old stepsister:
“Lori you know the consequences of refusing your chores so let’s get on with it.”
For a moment she protested:
“But Trace.. I didn’t’ think it was about this sort of thing…”
I replied
“Well it is.”
I sat on the sofa and patted my lap. Lorraine took her position. She was wearing a knee length dress. I lifted it out of the way and I pulled down her panties.
The spanking was short but very intense, in less than a minute I got real tears and infantile crying from the naughty girl.
I thought about what I was doing. I do NOT like hitting and hurting people. However I do like people to do their fair share. I felt that this was needed to make sure that Lorraine acted as a proper member of the family.
Just before I left I said:
“I am setting the alarm clock for 7 o’clock...”
It was 6.15
“Unless Mike really needs something you will stand in that corner till then”
She went to the corner. I pulled her panties right down to her ankles.
“And you must hold up your dress and petticoat, try to imagine me looking at your red rear, and think about not wanting another spanking.”
I want to be really clear. I did not like hurting Lorraine, except perhaps that first Saturday after she tried to hit me. Still it was good that I did not need to worry about things.
Lorraine remembers:
I felt pretty much trapped in the situation so I made the best of it. I had no chance of going to raves or even being out at all past 10pm. Having your younger stepsister monitoring you is pretty bad. It got worse. Because some of the people at the FE College were on workday release we had registers at the start of each class. I did recall Ms Brown, who let Tracy call her Tabby, talking to me about some of the stuff I missed.
Well for that first week after Tracy got assertive I did all my homework and got to all my classes. On the following Monday afternoon, as Tracy had arranged, we had some time to ourselves. My step mum was shopping and Dad was signing on. Plus of course Sharon was at school. Tracy talked to me:
"You know you've really done pretty well, so different from previous week's performance. I think you will manage to get a fair chunk of 'O' Levels and then we can see."
It was an odd situation. My 16-year-old stepsister's comments seemed patronizing. Her hug, though maybe well meant, felt worse. Still she was actually able to give me some useful pointers in arithmetic.
The second Monday was a bit similar. Here I was, a legal adult who used to have a rich mother, being patronized by this 16-year-old bossy boots. I still felt it was better than the other kinds of attention that she might have given me.
Now by that time I was sure I had zero chance of passing either Geography or French. I had taken a bit longer at lunch than I should have that Wednesday. So I realized I would be late. I got such comments, in English and French from Madam that I decided not to be late again. I did, however, get up late on Thursday morning. I missed a bus. I was going to be well late for the French class, so I just missed it altogether. Late on Friday I was talking to Jason in the refectory, and he was well fit if you know what I mean. He seemed to like me. We were both getting nowhere in Geography anyway. Somehow we did not locate that particular classroom.
The following Monday listened to the usual performance from my stepsister. She was delighted that my Math, history and English all seemed to be so much better. Then her tone changed. Tracy got up from the table and looked down at me
"I thought that you had understood that it is NOT acceptable to cut classes. It seems you need some help with that It would be better for you to ASK for what you deserve."
I curtsied and said:
“Aunt Tracy…”
By then our private ‘discussions’ had me calling the young lady ‘aunt’
“I was very naughty and I missed classes, would you please give me a spanking to make sure it does not happen again.”
WHAP
WHAP!
WHAP!!
It lasted for maybe 3 minutes. I think the curtsey shortened the spanking.
It hurt a lot. I hated it. I cried. Still when I was standing in the corner holding up the dress I did think about what had happened. I really did not want this to happen again
The next week I went to all my classes. I even did extra work on Geography with Tracy and in French with a kid Tracy had found who is French. The following Monday afternoon chat with my sister was still uncomfortably patronizing but it was otherwise uneventful.
For the next couple of months things went on. Mostly I got hugs rather than spanks on Mondays. I did find that, even with nappy liners, washing Mike’s underwear was pretty unpleasant. On the other hand he seemed nearer to being potty trained .
Oh and at the start of April Tracy had an announcement:
“I think that Lorraine has done her share of nappy washing. Next week I will do it but then I will put Paul, Mum and Sharon on that rota.”
I promise you washing dishes is much more fun than washing nappies.
Mostly I did my chores as on the rota without needing a reminder. I always did what I was supposed to once Tracy reminded me once. I knew the consequences of not doing my part.
There was some good news. With help from Tabby we had got what was called an ‘exceptional needs payment’. There was a check to help us buy new clothes.
There was a huge row that Saturday. Caroline had taken the payment and bought herself some expensive designer clothes. They were not the kind of things that you could wear every day even if we were more prosperous.
Tracy was furious. She ordered Caroline to take the clothes back and get a refund. The shop refused. They said that they would offer store credit. By the time she got back home, my stepmother, Caroline was too late to go back to actually get the credit note until Monday.
Science is not my strongest area. I had felt uneasy about the essays on both physics and biology. I kept putting off writing them. In the end I did not hand work in.
That Monday afternoon we had the usual patronizing discussion. I hated Tracy's tone. Then she came to the Science subjects.
"Lorraine Artemis Brown junior, you know that you have failed to do work that you should have completed. You know that this cannot be just left. I think you need to ask me something."
I am sure that Tracy knew that what she had told me to do would make things worse. Still I went upstairs I came down again and handed my stepsister the hairbrush. Then I curtsied whilst saying:
"Aunt Tracy, I did fail to do my schoolwork, would you please give me a big spanking?”
Tracy took her time in getting me ready. She pinned the dress out of the way. By the way she insisted that I wear a dress or a skirt for these particular sessions.
I think that having been good for so many weeks made things worse. I had not got used to the spanking. It hurt like hell. I found myself crying as much as Mike did as a new born. I also struggled and kicked a little
The front door opened quietly. Caroline saw what was happening. Tracy told my stepmother about my thefts, as she sent me to the corner. She told her mother about my poor work at college. To my relief she did NOT tell her about the ecstasy. I heard the discussion from the corner. Caroline was not convinced:
“Lorraine is 18. She is an adult. I felt bad about spanking you when you were 8, I didn’t when you were 11 because you were too old.
“ I demand you promise NEVER to do that again.”
Tracy talked quietly to her mother:
“Mother, I do not LIKE spanking Lorraine but it is the only thing that seems to work. If I had left it she would have failed her exams and been more of a drain on the family. Now she is a part of the family.”
Then things really changed.
[u-Caroline remembers being spanked: [/u]
I was incredibly shocked to see my 16-year-old daughter hurting my 18-year-old stepdaughter. The struggles tears and cries made it clear that the spanks were REALLY hurting. I had always thought that Tracy was lovely girl gentle girl. It, therefore totally shocked me to see and hear what I heard and saw.
Actually I had been spanked by my own mother into my 20s. She said if I lived under her roof I had to accept her rules. Then too she thought I was responsible with young men. I hated it and was not going to tolerate it.
I listened to her explanation. I just did not accept it. Then I made my biggest ever mistake, well that’s what it felt like.
“But Lorraine’s an ADULT. You might just as well spank ME.”
There was a brief pause
“With your irresponsibility in spending the clothes money for the family on fripperies I think I should spank you.”
I laughed. I should explain that I am no taller than Lorraine and not as strong. Tracy towered over both of us and is of course very athletic.
Tracy put out her hand. I accepted it. I had no idea what was going to happen. I was led to the sofa. Tracy sat down and pulled me across her knees.
“It was a joke.”
I said. I assumed that the amusement would stop. My amusement certainly did.
“Your behavior is NOT a joke Mum. You need to lean that this family shares.”
I felt the skirts of my dress and slip being lifted. I felt it being pinned I tried to get up but was held in place. Next my panties came down.
“You can’t do this you bitch brat…”
I yelled as the first hairbrush blow hit me. It hurt more than I expected.
WHAP! , WHAP! , WHAP!
The next five minutes, and Tracy had timed it, are a blur I remember the pain and my bawling and struggles. I felt deeply ashamed and hurt in every possible way. I thought it could not get any worse. What more could happen? I found out
I was led to the sink, with my dress still pinned up and my panties around my knees.
“Naughty girls who use naughty words need their mouths washed out with soap, open up Mum.”
I held my mouth shut. She squeezed my nose. A very soapy washcloth was forced in and left there for twenty minutes. I was led to another corner. My dress was unpinned. I was told to hold it up, whilst my panties were left around my ankles.
Then Paul arrived. I thought that my life was over.
Tracy recalls Giving a third spanking in one day:
I had seen Paul, my stepfather, through the window. It did not give a view of the two ladies in corners showing off red rears. I thought I should let my father know. Then I recalled that a few days earlier he too had ‘borrowed’ money from my handbag and had planned to buy round of drinks at the pub.
By the way for all intents and purposes Paul was like my father. He loved me and did his best. Still things had to be done
So I went into the hall just by the front door.
“Paul, there are some things I need to explain.”
Paul was standing just inside the front door he had just closed I effectively blocked his way to the living room. I told him about what I had done to Lorraine, without mentioning the ecstasy. He remarked:
“I remember thinking, and even telling, her mother that Lorraine should be spanked, when she was about 10. Maybe better late than never
“Does Caroline, err your mother know?”
I told my stepfather that Caroline had just accidentally seen Lorraine’s most recent spanking
“Mum was not happy. I explained carefully. Then she said that Lorraine was an adult and I might just have spanked her. Well you remember she spent our entire clothing grant on ridiculous stuff. ”
Dad replied
“I thought she’d taken the stuff back and got a refund…”
I clarified
“She has got store credit, not quite the same. Well when I thought about it I realized that a spanking was what Mum deserved.”
Paul was shocked:
“F***ing Hell!”
I said
“Language Paul…”
I then thought that the best thing to do was to be consistent.
“Paul last week I caught you taking money for booze. I think that there might have been times when I didn’t. Last year you nearly lost us our home. Do you think that was good or naughty?”
He said nothing. I put my hands on my stepfather’s shoulders, looked down into his eyes and repeated:
“Was taking family money for drink good or naughty?”
He whispered
“Naughty…”
I took his hand and said:
“I’ve got to be fair. I spanked the other grown-ups for stealing so I will spank you.”
Paul was shocked but he did not shout or complain. I found him very acquiescent as I walked him into our living room. He got previews of what was to happen with his wife and his natural daughter both holding up dresses and showing off their very red bums
Paul swallowed hard as I undid his belt and undid his trousers. Next his underpants came down. I sat down and patted my lap. My stepfather took his position. I began spanking.
In a minute I managed quite a few heavy blows with the hairbrush. He had tears coming but was resisting actually bawling. I also started feeling his little man getting bigger. I had not planned for that.
It felt really bad to me. I was 16. He was my stepfather. This was not right. On the other hand I did not think he should get off lightly. I pushed him off my lap and said
“Okay, we’ll have to do this differently. Bend over the sofa Paul.”
He obeyed. I remembered bamboo canes used in our garden. I got one.
Whack, whack. Whack
Maybe I hit him harder because I was embarrassed at his reaction to the ordinary spanking. He did cry. When I was satisfied about his punishment I sent him to a corner.
I had my stepfather keep his hands on his head and his trousers and underpants around his ankles for corner time.
Tracy’s life starts to get better:
I had a long rest that morning. I knew that my stepsister was sitting uncomfortably, with her sore ass on my hard tall chair writing a punishment essay.
I managed to sleep until a little after noon. My original plan had been to be nice to Lorraine at breakfast and then gently set out some ground rules. That had not worked.
However Lorraine was a lot more subdued at lunchtime. Again I cooked stuff she liked. I found a lowish soft chair. Lori’s could use her feet to make sure that not too much weight was on an area feeling a bit sensitive.
I had found out that Tabby had been able to get weekly reports on by my work and Lorraine’s at the college.
By the way, just to clarify things for American friends an FE College is sort of half way between a Community College and a High School. Lots of the students were 16-9 but not at school as such. There were also courses for older people and lots of evening classes.
Tabby had agreed that I could pop into her office and get copies of both my own and Lorraine’s reports. I talked to my stepsister:
“I know I really lost my temper this morning. I do NOT want to hurt you. Still I am very scared that you will end up on the scrap heap as unemployable, I also want you to do your fair share.
“So you will be on the rota for chores from now on. If you miss something I will give you one warning. If you still do not do the job it will be a spanking. And it will be a PROPER spanking on your bare behind with a hairbrush.
“Also if you cut classes again or fail to hand in work I will spank you.
“Other than that I will treat you like everyone else in the family.”
Lorraine was not happy but she did not argue. We did have a talk about her pocket money. I did want the eleven pounds fifty pence back. That could have meant that she would have no money for 8 weeks or be 50 pence short for 23 weeks.
Then I remembered something. I saw that the price of Mike’s disposable nappies had gone up a lot. We still had the terry ones and did not really use them. She agreed the alternative way for her to pay back
Mom and Paul were very shocked that evening. We explained that Lorraine and I had talked things out, Lorraine then said:
“I know we have been short of money. I know I have not done my share of the chores. I think I will make housekeeping easier for Tracy. I know one nasty job I can do that will save LOTS of money. If you put Mike into these I will wash them.”
I scheduled a regular private chat with Lorraine on Monday afternoons. Paul would be signing on. I agreed that Lorraine and I would watch Lorraine and Mother would go window-shopping, this is a free activity. (Though later it turned out to be a problem.)
I looked through the previous week’s report. Lorraine had missed nearly half her classes and a third of the time she had not handed in work.
I was really clear:
“I want to be fair. I know you were not warned of consequences before, so nothing is going to happen this afternoon. But next week I will have my hairbrush ready, if needed.”
For the next couple of days things were fine. Lorraine did her particularly unpleasant chore. She also did her homework and went to all her classes. I had to nag Sharon a bit to do her share of the chores. I had to nag Paul and Mum A LOT. Still the family worked.
Then we had Wednesday evening. Now the movie tickets were cheaper on that day. The deal was that 4 of us would go to a movie and one would baby sit Mike. It was clearly Lorraine’s turn to baby-sit.
Lorraine said she REALLY wanted to see ‘Raiders of the lost Ark’. She said it was not fair. I said that Mum, Paul and Sharon should go and Lorraine and I would talk about who would baby-sit and who would see the movie.
As soon as the rest of the family was out of earshot I said to my 18-year-old stepsister:
“Lori you know the consequences of refusing your chores so let’s get on with it.”
For a moment she protested:
“But Trace.. I didn’t’ think it was about this sort of thing…”
I replied
“Well it is.”
I sat on the sofa and patted my lap. Lorraine took her position. She was wearing a knee length dress. I lifted it out of the way and I pulled down her panties.
The spanking was short but very intense, in less than a minute I got real tears and infantile crying from the naughty girl.
I thought about what I was doing. I do NOT like hitting and hurting people. However I do like people to do their fair share. I felt that this was needed to make sure that Lorraine acted as a proper member of the family.
Just before I left I said:
“I am setting the alarm clock for 7 o’clock...”
It was 6.15
“Unless Mike really needs something you will stand in that corner till then”
She went to the corner. I pulled her panties right down to her ankles.
“And you must hold up your dress and petticoat, try to imagine me looking at your red rear, and think about not wanting another spanking.”
I want to be really clear. I did not like hurting Lorraine, except perhaps that first Saturday after she tried to hit me. Still it was good that I did not need to worry about things.
Lorraine remembers:
I felt pretty much trapped in the situation so I made the best of it. I had no chance of going to raves or even being out at all past 10pm. Having your younger stepsister monitoring you is pretty bad. It got worse. Because some of the people at the FE College were on workday release we had registers at the start of each class. I did recall Ms Brown, who let Tracy call her Tabby, talking to me about some of the stuff I missed.
Well for that first week after Tracy got assertive I did all my homework and got to all my classes. On the following Monday afternoon, as Tracy had arranged, we had some time to ourselves. My step mum was shopping and Dad was signing on. Plus of course Sharon was at school. Tracy talked to me:
"You know you've really done pretty well, so different from previous week's performance. I think you will manage to get a fair chunk of 'O' Levels and then we can see."
It was an odd situation. My 16-year-old stepsister's comments seemed patronizing. Her hug, though maybe well meant, felt worse. Still she was actually able to give me some useful pointers in arithmetic.
The second Monday was a bit similar. Here I was, a legal adult who used to have a rich mother, being patronized by this 16-year-old bossy boots. I still felt it was better than the other kinds of attention that she might have given me.
Now by that time I was sure I had zero chance of passing either Geography or French. I had taken a bit longer at lunch than I should have that Wednesday. So I realized I would be late. I got such comments, in English and French from Madam that I decided not to be late again. I did, however, get up late on Thursday morning. I missed a bus. I was going to be well late for the French class, so I just missed it altogether. Late on Friday I was talking to Jason in the refectory, and he was well fit if you know what I mean. He seemed to like me. We were both getting nowhere in Geography anyway. Somehow we did not locate that particular classroom.
The following Monday listened to the usual performance from my stepsister. She was delighted that my Math, history and English all seemed to be so much better. Then her tone changed. Tracy got up from the table and looked down at me
"I thought that you had understood that it is NOT acceptable to cut classes. It seems you need some help with that It would be better for you to ASK for what you deserve."
I curtsied and said:
“Aunt Tracy…”
By then our private ‘discussions’ had me calling the young lady ‘aunt’
“I was very naughty and I missed classes, would you please give me a spanking to make sure it does not happen again.”
WHAP
WHAP!
WHAP!!
It lasted for maybe 3 minutes. I think the curtsey shortened the spanking.
It hurt a lot. I hated it. I cried. Still when I was standing in the corner holding up the dress I did think about what had happened. I really did not want this to happen again
The next week I went to all my classes. I even did extra work on Geography with Tracy and in French with a kid Tracy had found who is French. The following Monday afternoon chat with my sister was still uncomfortably patronizing but it was otherwise uneventful.
For the next couple of months things went on. Mostly I got hugs rather than spanks on Mondays. I did find that, even with nappy liners, washing Mike’s underwear was pretty unpleasant. On the other hand he seemed nearer to being potty trained .
Oh and at the start of April Tracy had an announcement:
“I think that Lorraine has done her share of nappy washing. Next week I will do it but then I will put Paul, Mum and Sharon on that rota.”
I promise you washing dishes is much more fun than washing nappies.
Mostly I did my chores as on the rota without needing a reminder. I always did what I was supposed to once Tracy reminded me once. I knew the consequences of not doing my part.
There was some good news. With help from Tabby we had got what was called an ‘exceptional needs payment’. There was a check to help us buy new clothes.
There was a huge row that Saturday. Caroline had taken the payment and bought herself some expensive designer clothes. They were not the kind of things that you could wear every day even if we were more prosperous.
Tracy was furious. She ordered Caroline to take the clothes back and get a refund. The shop refused. They said that they would offer store credit. By the time she got back home, my stepmother, Caroline was too late to go back to actually get the credit note until Monday.
Science is not my strongest area. I had felt uneasy about the essays on both physics and biology. I kept putting off writing them. In the end I did not hand work in.
That Monday afternoon we had the usual patronizing discussion. I hated Tracy's tone. Then she came to the Science subjects.
"Lorraine Artemis Brown junior, you know that you have failed to do work that you should have completed. You know that this cannot be just left. I think you need to ask me something."
I am sure that Tracy knew that what she had told me to do would make things worse. Still I went upstairs I came down again and handed my stepsister the hairbrush. Then I curtsied whilst saying:
"Aunt Tracy, I did fail to do my schoolwork, would you please give me a big spanking?”
Tracy took her time in getting me ready. She pinned the dress out of the way. By the way she insisted that I wear a dress or a skirt for these particular sessions.
I think that having been good for so many weeks made things worse. I had not got used to the spanking. It hurt like hell. I found myself crying as much as Mike did as a new born. I also struggled and kicked a little
The front door opened quietly. Caroline saw what was happening. Tracy told my stepmother about my thefts, as she sent me to the corner. She told her mother about my poor work at college. To my relief she did NOT tell her about the ecstasy. I heard the discussion from the corner. Caroline was not convinced:
“Lorraine is 18. She is an adult. I felt bad about spanking you when you were 8, I didn’t when you were 11 because you were too old.
“ I demand you promise NEVER to do that again.”
Tracy talked quietly to her mother:
“Mother, I do not LIKE spanking Lorraine but it is the only thing that seems to work. If I had left it she would have failed her exams and been more of a drain on the family. Now she is a part of the family.”
Then things really changed.
[u-Caroline remembers being spanked: [/u]
I was incredibly shocked to see my 16-year-old daughter hurting my 18-year-old stepdaughter. The struggles tears and cries made it clear that the spanks were REALLY hurting. I had always thought that Tracy was lovely girl gentle girl. It, therefore totally shocked me to see and hear what I heard and saw.
Actually I had been spanked by my own mother into my 20s. She said if I lived under her roof I had to accept her rules. Then too she thought I was responsible with young men. I hated it and was not going to tolerate it.
I listened to her explanation. I just did not accept it. Then I made my biggest ever mistake, well that’s what it felt like.
“But Lorraine’s an ADULT. You might just as well spank ME.”
There was a brief pause
“With your irresponsibility in spending the clothes money for the family on fripperies I think I should spank you.”
I laughed. I should explain that I am no taller than Lorraine and not as strong. Tracy towered over both of us and is of course very athletic.
Tracy put out her hand. I accepted it. I had no idea what was going to happen. I was led to the sofa. Tracy sat down and pulled me across her knees.
“It was a joke.”
I said. I assumed that the amusement would stop. My amusement certainly did.
“Your behavior is NOT a joke Mum. You need to lean that this family shares.”
I felt the skirts of my dress and slip being lifted. I felt it being pinned I tried to get up but was held in place. Next my panties came down.
“You can’t do this you bitch brat…”
I yelled as the first hairbrush blow hit me. It hurt more than I expected.
WHAP! , WHAP! , WHAP!
The next five minutes, and Tracy had timed it, are a blur I remember the pain and my bawling and struggles. I felt deeply ashamed and hurt in every possible way. I thought it could not get any worse. What more could happen? I found out
I was led to the sink, with my dress still pinned up and my panties around my knees.
“Naughty girls who use naughty words need their mouths washed out with soap, open up Mum.”
I held my mouth shut. She squeezed my nose. A very soapy washcloth was forced in and left there for twenty minutes. I was led to another corner. My dress was unpinned. I was told to hold it up, whilst my panties were left around my ankles.
Then Paul arrived. I thought that my life was over.
Tracy recalls Giving a third spanking in one day:
I had seen Paul, my stepfather, through the window. It did not give a view of the two ladies in corners showing off red rears. I thought I should let my father know. Then I recalled that a few days earlier he too had ‘borrowed’ money from my handbag and had planned to buy round of drinks at the pub.
By the way for all intents and purposes Paul was like my father. He loved me and did his best. Still things had to be done
So I went into the hall just by the front door.
“Paul, there are some things I need to explain.”
Paul was standing just inside the front door he had just closed I effectively blocked his way to the living room. I told him about what I had done to Lorraine, without mentioning the ecstasy. He remarked:
“I remember thinking, and even telling, her mother that Lorraine should be spanked, when she was about 10. Maybe better late than never
“Does Caroline, err your mother know?”
I told my stepfather that Caroline had just accidentally seen Lorraine’s most recent spanking
“Mum was not happy. I explained carefully. Then she said that Lorraine was an adult and I might just have spanked her. Well you remember she spent our entire clothing grant on ridiculous stuff. ”
Dad replied
“I thought she’d taken the stuff back and got a refund…”
I clarified
“She has got store credit, not quite the same. Well when I thought about it I realized that a spanking was what Mum deserved.”
Paul was shocked:
“F***ing Hell!”
I said
“Language Paul…”
I then thought that the best thing to do was to be consistent.
“Paul last week I caught you taking money for booze. I think that there might have been times when I didn’t. Last year you nearly lost us our home. Do you think that was good or naughty?”
He said nothing. I put my hands on my stepfather’s shoulders, looked down into his eyes and repeated:
“Was taking family money for drink good or naughty?”
He whispered
“Naughty…”
I took his hand and said:
“I’ve got to be fair. I spanked the other grown-ups for stealing so I will spank you.”
Paul was shocked but he did not shout or complain. I found him very acquiescent as I walked him into our living room. He got previews of what was to happen with his wife and his natural daughter both holding up dresses and showing off their very red bums
Paul swallowed hard as I undid his belt and undid his trousers. Next his underpants came down. I sat down and patted my lap. My stepfather took his position. I began spanking.
In a minute I managed quite a few heavy blows with the hairbrush. He had tears coming but was resisting actually bawling. I also started feeling his little man getting bigger. I had not planned for that.
It felt really bad to me. I was 16. He was my stepfather. This was not right. On the other hand I did not think he should get off lightly. I pushed him off my lap and said
“Okay, we’ll have to do this differently. Bend over the sofa Paul.”
He obeyed. I remembered bamboo canes used in our garden. I got one.
Whack, whack. Whack
Maybe I hit him harder because I was embarrassed at his reaction to the ordinary spanking. He did cry. When I was satisfied about his punishment I sent him to a corner.
I had my stepfather keep his hands on his head and his trousers and underpants around his ankles for corner time.