Structure and Accountability Part 6

[rachelredbum]

[if you like this story, feel free to read the earlier stories in the series.]

Finally my last day had come. We were preparing a big dinner party to celebrate the end of my stay. I didn't get another spanking, but I did get a couple stern warnings. I decided to heed those warnings, if only to reduce wear and tear on my bottom. One warning was for missing supper without calling. Uncle Richard told me why he has such a rule and why he thinks its important. I thought it was a great idea and apologised for not calling.

But supper today was to be in my honour so I damned well better show up! It was going to be great to help out with the cooking.

Julie and I started with peeling the potatoes. "So Julie," I started, "I had no idea you lived here." She smiled. "Why did you decide to stay here?"

"Well my parents were strict and when I graduated High School I just wanted to get away from all that," she started. I nodded and continued peeling. "I started university and lived on my own. Somehow or other I had not developed any self discipline. i told my parents about my first semester marks and my dad threatened to tan my hide if things didnt improve". I winced sympathetically. "Then I found out about Uncle Richard. I managed to get spanked three times in the first week but slowly I started to develop some self discipline. I still screw up sometimes though," she said, blushing.

I smiled and chuckled sympathetically. Julie managed to earn a spanking yesterday for not getting a couple assigned chores done on time. She was scolded in front of us then marched upstairs for a spanking. There was something I needed from my room but I didnt dare go upstairs and get it. I did not want a return trip over Uncle Richard's knees! A few minutes later, we started scalloping the potatoes we had peeled.

Beth, who was making the cheese sauce that was to go with the Scalloped Potatoes, chimed in as well. "I have always admired you," she said. I almost sliced one of my fingers off. That arrogant little snot of a fashion plate adMIRES me?? She smiled. "Weren't expecting that, were you?" She had me there. "you concentrate on books; I concentrate on looks." We all giggled. With that, it was time to mix the cheese sauce with the scalloped potatoes and put the resultant dish in the oven.

My two loaves of Vienna Bread were ready and were left to cool on the counter. Diana was eyeing them hungrily. "You like," I asked. "I like food a little too much, she admitted with a rueful smile. That led to a few more giggles.

Uncle Richard put the pot roast in the slow-cooker a few hours ago and it was now simmering away to perfection. My goodness it was smelling good. Jenny was steaming up some mixed vegetables and making a white sauce to go with it. If she concentrated on looks the way she concentrated on books, she could easily be a fashion model. Tall, long light brown hair, fine features with loose-fitting clothes strewn on a graceful figure.

I started getting the Risotto prepared while Diane and Julie worked on the Apple Pies. I asked Julie if she ever got used to the spankings. "O gawd no. I've probably had a hundred spankings since I moved in here three and a half years ago, but the one I got yesterday was just as scary and painful as the first one. You just never get used to it. The fear and the pain are the same, but so is the cleansing and forgiveness," she explained. "Besides, i wouldn't put up with it if I didn't know that Uncle Richard gave a damn about me." They all nodded agreement to that.

"Even if we don't like his medicine sometimes," Diane said, rubbing her bottom. Everyone laughed. "I guess for me its my lack of self discipline and self control. Uncle helps me with that," she explained.

I then asked the question I had been worried about most. "Has anyone ever actually been spanked twice in one day," I said, a bit incredulously. I couldnt imagine anyone doing anything to warrant a second trip over Uncle Richard's knees.

"It happened to me once," admitted Jenny. My eyes grew wide at that. "Remember the day when we were out at a movie together and there were some tears in my eyes that I wiped away, and you asked me about it?" I nodded. It was one of her "bad days". "First I had broken a chair and hid the broken chair. He was only really upset about the fact that I tried to hide it", she explained.

"Aww Jenny, then you really should have known better than to try to lie last week," I said, trying to sound concerned. Jenny looked down.

"I know," she admittted. "It worked lots when I was a kid. Got me out of tons of spankings. It never works with Uncle Richard". She shook her head and continued. "Then later that day i got into a fight with Julie. We both got it. Her first," she explained. "Nothing's worse than hearing someone else be spanked and knowing that you are next". I couldnt imagine what that would be like, especially if I still had a sore bum from a spanking earlier in the day.

With that, dinner was almost ready. We got the last of it set up and had a marvellous dinner party. Jenny drove me back to my apartment after that. As I settled in for the night, I realised that I was not getting a tuck in and was almost upset about that! I drifted off to sleep, comparing and contrasting how my parents and Uncle Richard spanked.

[Often123]

Cleansing, forgiveness, caring. 3 words that care so much weight. Your stories say a lot, rachel, so I hope you will continue. These girls have found somone who gives a damn about them, and they're slowly learning self-discipline and self-control through accountability. They're also learning about truth.

[rachelredbum]

That is very nice of you to say, Often. I do hope to contiue, but the pace will have to slow down. Thank you for your kind words on this and my other stories