A Surreal Talk
Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 2:11 pm
A Surreal Talk
Stephanie winced as she heard yet another smack land in the next room. The woman facing her didn't seem to hear it land. She showed no reaction at all as she moved to the next question on the form.
"So do you think you'll be happy here?"
"But Ms. Foster, he said he'd spank me." Stephanie whined.
"Spank you?" Ms. Foster quizzed, clearly not believing her. "Why would you ever say that? There is no evidence that Mr. Engan believes in corporal punishment."
"But..."
Stephanie was at lost for words. Even if the social worker couldn't hear the spanking happening in the next room there was no way the woman was blind. She had to see the girl in the corner. The mostly nude girl who sobbed as she rubbed at her red, freshly spanked, bottom.
"So do you think you'll have any problems fitting in?" Ms. Foster asked, moving on to the next question.
The sounds of spanking in the next room shifted. It no longer sounded like flesh meeting flesh. Not only had the impact shifted, but the girl was wailing louder. It seemed plain that Mr. Engan had stopped using his hand, switching to an instrument for the rest of spanking.
That had happened during the first spanking too, when it was about halfway over. Which meant the second spanking was now around the halfway point.
"But Ms. Foster, he said he'd spanked me." Stephanie protested weakly. "To welcome me to his home. That he'd show me what happens to naughty girls here. That he'd spanked the other two then me."
"Ah, so you feel you are being made to feel welcome in your new home." Ms. Foster said with a pleasant smile. "That answers several of these other questions."
"But you have to listen!" Stephanie said, speaking to be heard over the now louder spanking happening in the next room. "He said I was third and he's almost done the second and he told me to get ready and I have to go you have to take me and we go and..."
"Well you should have said something. Stand up." Ms. Foster instructed as she rose.
Stephanie felt a wave of relief pass through her as she stood. But Ms. Foster wasn't leading her out, no, Ms. Foster's hands were going to Stephanie's waist. The woman had Stephanie's jeans undo before the stunned girl could react.
"What are..." Stephanie squeal, backing away.
"Shush." Ms. Foster said, a smile still on her face. "You're not ready yet. I'm just helping you adjust to your new home."
"But..."
"Now stand still for me."
"But..."
"Stand still, or...." Ms. Foster said, nodding towards the girl who sobbed in the corner.
Ms. Foster didn't have to finish that threat, not with the spanking still going on in the next room. Stephanie didn't think that the social worker would take things into her own hands, not really, but things were strange enough without Stephanie annoying the woman who was her possible only way out of here. Cowed, Stephanie stood and allowed the social worker to do what she would.
Ms. Foster lowered Stephanie's jeans to her thighs, then rolled up the girl's T-shirt so that her underwear was well completely exposed. She finished by giving Stephanie a good pat on her backside.
"There." Ms. Foster said firmly. "The panties can wait until later. Now sit down so we can finish the intake form."
Stephanie hesitated.
"Get your backside in that chair NOW or they are coming down right here and now." Ms. Foster threatened. "You really don't want me to take them down, not in this house."
Stephanie sat in a daze, wondering if she was dreaming. How could a social worker act this way?
"Now where were we?" Ms. Foster muttered as she took her own seat.
"But Ms. Foster, he's going to spank me." Stephanie whined again.
"Please just take a deep breath and relax." Ms. Foster told her. "Ted Engan has been doing this for years and I've never heard a single word about him spanking anyone."
"But... Look at her!" Stephanie said, gesturing wildly to the girl in the corner. "And I've said it! I've said it and said it and..."
"And I've never heard a single word about Mr. Engan spanking anyone." Ms. Foster repeated. "Not officially and that's the only thing that counts."
Her heard sinking, Stephanie began perceiving the woman in a new light. Ms. Foster wasn't actually blind or deaf, she knew that Mr. Engan spanked, but Ms. Foster was clearly selectively blind and deaf to the point where she didn't 'officially' know Mr. Engan spanked. As long as Ms. Foster didn't 'officially' hear or see something then it didn't exist, at least not for the paperwork. Stephanie didn't know what had to happen for the social worker to 'officially' hear Stephanie talking about it, or to 'officially' see the girl crying in the corner, or even to 'officially' hear the spanking occurring in the next room. All Stephanie knew at this point was that the second spanking was almost over and the third one, hers, was coming next.
Then the sounds in the next room shifted again. The sounds of impacts stopped, just as it had for the first girl. Soon, within seconds, Mr. Engan would escort the second girl out to stand in a different corner. Then it would be her turn.
Stephanie heard the door open.
"Well hello Ms. Foster. Another unannounced inspection?"
"Just here to finish the paperwork for the intake." Ms. Foster called back, not officially seeing the sobbing girl who was being half carried to the corner. "Everything looks fine so far. The paperwork almost writes itself."
"And it looks like Steffi is almost ready for her welcome here." Mr. Engan continued. "But only almost ready. I'll get her to the next room and see if she'll take them down herself to be fully ready. Otherwise..."
Stephanie could hear her heart racing.
"I'll just let myself out." Ms. Foster said, standing and giving Stephanie a smile. "I'm sure you have things well in hand here."
Stephanie couldn't understand how this could be happening. How Ms. Foster could let it happen to her, but the woman was really leaving. Soon there would be three well spanked girls in this house, all the mercy of Mr. Egnan. Her head swimming, Stephanie pinched herself.
"Ouch!" Stephanie muttered as her eyes flew open.
She was lying in bed, her own bed, in her own apartment. The apartment where she lived alone. Lying there, the world slowly came into focus as the dream faded..
Switching on the light, Stephanie opened her dream journal.
"What a dream." Stephanie muttered as she wrote. "But the names made a weird sense. Ms. Foster, well I was going into foster care. Ted Engan? The Engan's lived down the street, but I don't remember a Ted. But the rest? Possible abandonment issues? Being third place, not even second, but third place in someone's heart? Punished for a bad reason, as a welcoming to the house, but not for no real or a reason I couldn't remember or something I had earned."
The dream duly recorded, Stephanie wondered if it would be one of the ones she shared with her therapist, or it would be one of her private ones? Her therapist said that they were making progress, but after three years Stephanie couldn't be sure. She was sleeping better, but most of that improvement had happened during the first year. With that problem worked out, they were now examining why Stephanie kept having spanking dreams. This time she had woken before being spanked, other times, countless other times, she hadn't.
Almost fully awake now, Stephanie couldn't ignore how ready she was. Reaching for her favourite battery powered friend, Stephanie spread her legs and tried to get back to the dream. Focusing on how she had felt sitting there and knowing that she was next, knowing that no one was going to save her, that she would soon be over a man's lap getting the spanking of her life. Focusing on those feelings, it didn't take her long, then she was drifting back to sleep with a smile on her face.
"Stephanie, are you ready yet?"
Stephanie winced at the sound of the angry voice. Her dress was neatly folded on a chair. She was facing the corner with her panties around her thighs, her legs apart, and her hands on either side of her head - just as she had been told.
"Stephanie, I asked if you were ready yet?"
Shivering, Stephanie called back that she was. She didn't know why she was standing there or who was about to spank her, but she was as ready as she could be.
And this time, she remembered not to pinch herself.
Stephanie winced as she heard yet another smack land in the next room. The woman facing her didn't seem to hear it land. She showed no reaction at all as she moved to the next question on the form.
"So do you think you'll be happy here?"
"But Ms. Foster, he said he'd spank me." Stephanie whined.
"Spank you?" Ms. Foster quizzed, clearly not believing her. "Why would you ever say that? There is no evidence that Mr. Engan believes in corporal punishment."
"But..."
Stephanie was at lost for words. Even if the social worker couldn't hear the spanking happening in the next room there was no way the woman was blind. She had to see the girl in the corner. The mostly nude girl who sobbed as she rubbed at her red, freshly spanked, bottom.
"So do you think you'll have any problems fitting in?" Ms. Foster asked, moving on to the next question.
The sounds of spanking in the next room shifted. It no longer sounded like flesh meeting flesh. Not only had the impact shifted, but the girl was wailing louder. It seemed plain that Mr. Engan had stopped using his hand, switching to an instrument for the rest of spanking.
That had happened during the first spanking too, when it was about halfway over. Which meant the second spanking was now around the halfway point.
"But Ms. Foster, he said he'd spanked me." Stephanie protested weakly. "To welcome me to his home. That he'd show me what happens to naughty girls here. That he'd spanked the other two then me."
"Ah, so you feel you are being made to feel welcome in your new home." Ms. Foster said with a pleasant smile. "That answers several of these other questions."
"But you have to listen!" Stephanie said, speaking to be heard over the now louder spanking happening in the next room. "He said I was third and he's almost done the second and he told me to get ready and I have to go you have to take me and we go and..."
"Well you should have said something. Stand up." Ms. Foster instructed as she rose.
Stephanie felt a wave of relief pass through her as she stood. But Ms. Foster wasn't leading her out, no, Ms. Foster's hands were going to Stephanie's waist. The woman had Stephanie's jeans undo before the stunned girl could react.
"What are..." Stephanie squeal, backing away.
"Shush." Ms. Foster said, a smile still on her face. "You're not ready yet. I'm just helping you adjust to your new home."
"But..."
"Now stand still for me."
"But..."
"Stand still, or...." Ms. Foster said, nodding towards the girl who sobbed in the corner.
Ms. Foster didn't have to finish that threat, not with the spanking still going on in the next room. Stephanie didn't think that the social worker would take things into her own hands, not really, but things were strange enough without Stephanie annoying the woman who was her possible only way out of here. Cowed, Stephanie stood and allowed the social worker to do what she would.
Ms. Foster lowered Stephanie's jeans to her thighs, then rolled up the girl's T-shirt so that her underwear was well completely exposed. She finished by giving Stephanie a good pat on her backside.
"There." Ms. Foster said firmly. "The panties can wait until later. Now sit down so we can finish the intake form."
Stephanie hesitated.
"Get your backside in that chair NOW or they are coming down right here and now." Ms. Foster threatened. "You really don't want me to take them down, not in this house."
Stephanie sat in a daze, wondering if she was dreaming. How could a social worker act this way?
"Now where were we?" Ms. Foster muttered as she took her own seat.
"But Ms. Foster, he's going to spank me." Stephanie whined again.
"Please just take a deep breath and relax." Ms. Foster told her. "Ted Engan has been doing this for years and I've never heard a single word about him spanking anyone."
"But... Look at her!" Stephanie said, gesturing wildly to the girl in the corner. "And I've said it! I've said it and said it and..."
"And I've never heard a single word about Mr. Engan spanking anyone." Ms. Foster repeated. "Not officially and that's the only thing that counts."
Her heard sinking, Stephanie began perceiving the woman in a new light. Ms. Foster wasn't actually blind or deaf, she knew that Mr. Engan spanked, but Ms. Foster was clearly selectively blind and deaf to the point where she didn't 'officially' know Mr. Engan spanked. As long as Ms. Foster didn't 'officially' hear or see something then it didn't exist, at least not for the paperwork. Stephanie didn't know what had to happen for the social worker to 'officially' hear Stephanie talking about it, or to 'officially' see the girl crying in the corner, or even to 'officially' hear the spanking occurring in the next room. All Stephanie knew at this point was that the second spanking was almost over and the third one, hers, was coming next.
Then the sounds in the next room shifted again. The sounds of impacts stopped, just as it had for the first girl. Soon, within seconds, Mr. Engan would escort the second girl out to stand in a different corner. Then it would be her turn.
Stephanie heard the door open.
"Well hello Ms. Foster. Another unannounced inspection?"
"Just here to finish the paperwork for the intake." Ms. Foster called back, not officially seeing the sobbing girl who was being half carried to the corner. "Everything looks fine so far. The paperwork almost writes itself."
"And it looks like Steffi is almost ready for her welcome here." Mr. Engan continued. "But only almost ready. I'll get her to the next room and see if she'll take them down herself to be fully ready. Otherwise..."
Stephanie could hear her heart racing.
"I'll just let myself out." Ms. Foster said, standing and giving Stephanie a smile. "I'm sure you have things well in hand here."
Stephanie couldn't understand how this could be happening. How Ms. Foster could let it happen to her, but the woman was really leaving. Soon there would be three well spanked girls in this house, all the mercy of Mr. Egnan. Her head swimming, Stephanie pinched herself.
"Ouch!" Stephanie muttered as her eyes flew open.
She was lying in bed, her own bed, in her own apartment. The apartment where she lived alone. Lying there, the world slowly came into focus as the dream faded..
Switching on the light, Stephanie opened her dream journal.
"What a dream." Stephanie muttered as she wrote. "But the names made a weird sense. Ms. Foster, well I was going into foster care. Ted Engan? The Engan's lived down the street, but I don't remember a Ted. But the rest? Possible abandonment issues? Being third place, not even second, but third place in someone's heart? Punished for a bad reason, as a welcoming to the house, but not for no real or a reason I couldn't remember or something I had earned."
The dream duly recorded, Stephanie wondered if it would be one of the ones she shared with her therapist, or it would be one of her private ones? Her therapist said that they were making progress, but after three years Stephanie couldn't be sure. She was sleeping better, but most of that improvement had happened during the first year. With that problem worked out, they were now examining why Stephanie kept having spanking dreams. This time she had woken before being spanked, other times, countless other times, she hadn't.
Almost fully awake now, Stephanie couldn't ignore how ready she was. Reaching for her favourite battery powered friend, Stephanie spread her legs and tried to get back to the dream. Focusing on how she had felt sitting there and knowing that she was next, knowing that no one was going to save her, that she would soon be over a man's lap getting the spanking of her life. Focusing on those feelings, it didn't take her long, then she was drifting back to sleep with a smile on her face.
"Stephanie, are you ready yet?"
Stephanie winced at the sound of the angry voice. Her dress was neatly folded on a chair. She was facing the corner with her panties around her thighs, her legs apart, and her hands on either side of her head - just as she had been told.
"Stephanie, I asked if you were ready yet?"
Shivering, Stephanie called back that she was. She didn't know why she was standing there or who was about to spank her, but she was as ready as she could be.
And this time, she remembered not to pinch herself.