Family power structures Part 3 (re written re post)

[derry-boychild]

PART 3

Setting the rules:

The three childish adults were relieved when I let them get dressed and out of their respective corners, just before Sharon came home.

I had Mum cook our favorite dinner. I love Macaroni cheese and apple crumble. During desert I talked to Sharon.

“You know when we were little Mummy sometimes spanked us when we were very naughty…”

Sharon was scared. I did not mean to scare her:

“But I do all my school work and I do my chores. I have NOT been naughty…”

I smiled

“Sharon, I know you are a good girl. Actually I am not sure that it is ever right to hit children as such. But I need to tell you things.”

I talked about Lorraine nearly being arrested. I talked about her behavior. I reminded Sharon, who had noticed it, how much better behaved her half sister now was. I then said:

“Well your mother and father have also taken money that they should not have. They have also been very bad about doing their chores.”

Sharon nodded. She too knew that when it was her turn to say wash the dishes she did it. She remembered how often I had nag at Paul to do the same thing.

“So this afternoon I spanked your Mum and Dad. That is why they are not sitting comfortably..”

Sharon opened her mouth. She looked shocked. Then she said

“Oh!”

I then clarified things for everyone.

“Paul, Mum Lorraine I promise you I do not enjoy spanking…”

Their faces showed that at least Mum and Lorraine doubted what I was saying but, neither directly disputed it. I continued:

“I work hard. I do my schoolwork and my share of chores and then I have to organize things for the rest of us. I do not mind that. I DO mind having to use all my energy nagging you to do your share.

“So from now on if you do not do a task on the rota I will remind you ONCE. If you still do not do it I will spank you, HARD.

“Oh and I went to Parsons..”

Parsons was the Department store where Mom and bought and returned the designer things.

“They have a sale in their children’s department. Since you have been acting like kids that, is where we will be buying your new clothes.

“Mom, Lorraine I think that pig tails would be a better hair style for you, suiting your level of maturity.”

Caroline remembers more:

I was still shocked by my first spanking for about 17s years. I did not realize how much Tracy could hurt me. It was embarrassing that Lorraine heard what happened and dreadful that my husband saw my red buttocks. Almost as bad was having Sharon told about my punishment. And of course it came from a 16 year old who was my own child.

I certainly did not want a repeat performance.

That night Paul and I slept on our tummies. Luckily it was quite a warm night so we did not need covers or pajamas. My bottom was still sore by seven that morning.

A bit before breakfast, at Tracy’s suggestion, Sharon braided my hair into pigtails and tied cute pink and white ribbon bows. It felt very odd and rather embarrassing having a 12 year old make your hair more childish but I did not have any choice in the matter

Lorraine got a similar coiffure.

I guess I was shocked at how thorough my daughter was in taking charge. Lorraine and I were given new, well somewhat used bras. They had belonged to Tracy and were sports bras. My breasts were flattened a little.

The effect on Lorraine was much more dramatic. She had worn push up type bras. Now she had, in effect, a push down bra that her stepsister had worn three years earlier. That, combined with the pigtails certain changed her image.

Tracy addressed Paul at breakfast:

“I have checked about the credit note. We can draw different bits at different times. So this morning I am taking Paul shopping for some new clothes.”

They left at 8.40.

At about five past nine I had a brain wave. I thought I knew of one way to prevent future spankings. I believed there was one person who could and would prevent them. I telephoned the Social Services office.

“Could I speak to Taylor Brown?”

I got Tabby’s perky American voice on the answer-phone. I could not leave the message that I wanted to.

At about half past nine Tracy arrived back with Paul. He was sent right upstairs. He came down. I saw his new outfit.

He wore short blue trousers and short blue socks. He also had a short-sleeved white shirt. He also had a short-sleeved sweater, what Tabby calls a sweater vest. Finally it was all set off with a bow tie. He did look remarkably like a little boy.

“And you’ll all be wearing children’s clothes unless we have guests or you HAVE to go out.”

A little later, whilst I was helping Mike with his alphabetical bricks and the telephone rang. It was Taylor Brown:

“Mrs Taylor, I need to make a time for a final review session. It is actually looking like you are managing so well that I can take you off my caseload. You are no longer a ‘problem family’ as I see it.”

I was a bit unsure what to say:

“Ms Brown, can I ask you something…”

I heard her smile as she responded

“Please call me Tabby. What was it you wanted to ask?”

I started:

“Err Ms erm Tabby I wonder if it is right for err… Tracy to…”

Tabby responded:

“Do you have any big problems with the ways Tracy handles your housekeeping money?”

“It’s not that.. It’s erm..”

“Is it about Tracy..”

“Sort of, yes..”

“Well what about Tracy…”

Suddenly I could not say it. I said something quite different:

“You know Tracy’s going to be in the 1st cricket team for the Oldborough Liberators..”

“Clemency will make sure I am there.”

I just could not tell her that I had been spanked by my 16-year-old daughter.

*****

A little after 3 Tracy came home, with Lorraine. She then explained:

“I got this stuff from the Oxfam shop..”

My daughter was wearing a ‘power suit’. It had shoulder pads the whole bit. She looked very strong. She also looked even taller. She was, unusually for her, wearing heals. Tracy added:

“My feet are big, I think that they once belonged to a TV..”

Lorraine was wearing the t-shirt and jeans she had on before. Then Tracy gave her order:

“Now Lori, go up stairs and put on your indoor clothes…”

Tracy picked up and hugged little Mike whilst my stepdaughter was upstairs. Tracy seemed to, and did, like her baby brother. After about 10 minutes a little girl came downstairs.

Lorraine, err Lori, was wearing childish sandals. She also had short pink socks. Then too she was in a plaid pinafore, or jumper style dress. You could easily believe that she was 8.

“Now Mom, err Caroline I think we need to buy you some new clothes.”

Tracy held my hand as she walked me to the bus stop. She towered over me. We got up on the bus.

Tracy kept hold of my hand as we walked into Parsons. We walked down into the basement, to the children’s department. I kept quiet. Tracy talked to the rather young lady there.

“Caroline Jane here…”

The last time I had heard that tone of voice with my middle name it was from my mother, and I had a sore behind afterwards.

“..Thinks she is an adult but does not act like one. I think it would help her behavior if we changed her wardrobe.”

The first thing that changed was my footwear. I had to sit down and let an assistant check some really childish sandals and socks. The next part was a shock:

“If I pay for these now can Caroline Jane just wear them, I’ll keep her other shoes and her tights…”

(In England tights is just the word for pantyhose, usually worn by adult women)

“…in this bag…”

At the time I had forgotten that Lorraine had come home wearing more adult footwear

Tracy again took my hand. She somehow managed to keep hold of my hand whilst holding various rather childish frocks against me. Finally she led me to the changing room.

I saw myself in a mirror. The childish effect was very much like Lorraine’s. Tracy then said:

“Now Caroline Jane I think that it would be good for the nice lady to see you in your new things. For Lori, I just checked the fit and came home. But, well, you are responsible for us having to use this shop. I think that they should see your new look…”

I resisted this indignity for a moment..

“Please, I’ll wear these silly clothes at home but don’t show me off here.”

“Caroline Jane Taylor you can either show the lady your nice new clothes now or you can do it in five minutes, after a little trip over my knees.”

I now wonder whether she was bluffing, but I was not taking the risk of a further spanking on my already sore bottom.

I allowed myself to be led out. The young lady, she was probably no more than 17, smiled as she saw the new me. She agreed that I could wear these clothes home. So we left after the purchases were deducted from the credit note.

Tracy kept a firm hold of one of my hand. In the other I carried a large bag full of the most childish clothes Tracy felt I could fit into.

I thought that EVERYONE was watching me as we walked to the café. Tracy ordered a coffee for herself and milk and cookies for me.

It got worse as we left the store. I was sure that most people could see who I was and wondered how I suddenly became a little girl. (I now think that most people probably did not notice me and those who did just assumed I was indeed a child with her mother.)

Tracy had also bought some new clothes for Mike, who of course grew out of things quickly

When we got back Tracy gave the rest of the credit note to Sharon and told her that she could choose her own things.

So the next week went by. I did my usual housewife stuff. I got a few reminders from Tracy and a couple from Sharon but mostly I did what was on the rota.

Just before going to college on Monday morning Tracy reminded me:

“Don’t forget the shopping, we’ve agreed the list.”

Now on Monday afternoon there was movie I really wanted to see on the television. We did not have a VCR yet. I should have done my shopping in the morning but somehow did not. Because I was to do my shopping I put on my grown up clothes and even unbraided my hair.

A little after two Tracy again reminded me:

“You do need to get the shopping..”

I watched my movie. It was the 1970 “Love Story”. Tracy had a long talk to Lorraine. I heard a bit over the movie. Tracy was VERY pleased with her stepsister’s grades. I think she even hugged the 18 year old.

At about half past two Tracy again said:

“You really need to get the shopping..”

I decided to watch until the end of the movie.

Just after half past three Sharon arrived home. Tracy finished talking with Lorraine. Then she came to me:

“Caroline Jane Taylor, you’ve been wearing big girl things indoors. You need to go and put on APPROPRIATE clothing.

“Sharon, when Caroline Jane’s dressed could you rearrange her hair?”

I was a bit confused. I wondered about the shopping

“But what about…”

Tracy’s voice can be very loud

“But nothing, do as you are told.”

I did. I came down, looking a bit like an 8 year old. I looked even more like one when Sharon had finished my pigtails and cute ribbon bows. I need to explain that we usually shopped at a local co-op. Lots of the people there know me. We get a discount or a divvy.

Tracy then said.

“Here’s the money and here’s the list. You don’t want me to hold your hand do you?”

I am sure that a dozen people in the shop recognized me. I guess I should be grateful for English people being polite. I thought I saw people talking about me as I lined up with the week’s shopping.

I have to say I would much rather have had a spanking than go to that shop dressed as I was. It turned out that I did not get the choice.

Tracy SEEMED nice. She told me that we could have our favorite, macaroni cheese and apple crumble (which Tabby calls apple crisp). I am quite good at cooking. Tracy said:

“And please let me know five minutes before you are ready to serve.”

I am quite good at cooking and timing. So at ten past six I said:

“Tracy, I’ll be serving in five minutes…”

Tracy then shocked me:

“Lori, would you set the table for 4?”

She looked at me.

“Caroline Jane Taylor, you know what I said about what would happen if people didn’t do their chores after a reminder…”

I was shocked. I felt that my shopping trip as an 8 year old was a pretty severe punishment

“I thought that was why you sent me shopping dressed like this, as a punishment…”

Tracy clarified

“That was a punishment for wearing inappropriate clothes indoors. You still need to be punished for not doing your chores when you should.”

I just about got out:

“I err was a very naughty Aunt Tracy, will you please spank me..”

Tracy then said:

“Next time you should curtsey but I’ll let that go.”

I was to become something of a connoisseur of spankings, at least from the receiving end. This was one of the worst, or perhaps the best, I ever had. Tracy sat on her chair rather than the sofa. This made me feel less safe and comfortable. Luckily I was able to hold onto the legs of her tall chair so as to minimize the risk of a fall.

Now normally there are two approaches to spanking. One is a big gap between heavy spanks. The other is lots of less heavy spanks. That day Tracy managed both to hit me hard and to repeat the blows very quickly

I did not resist the urge to kick and cry, like an infant.

As I thought about it later, I remembered how great an athlete my daughter is. She has great upper body strength. She also has great control and coordination. That is very useful when hitting a tennis ball or bowling a cricket ball. The same speed, strength, accuracy and coordination were used applying the heavy hairbrush to my behind. It hurt even more than the previous spanking.

I was also aware that Paul, Lorraine and Sharon watching the rapid succession of blows to my bottom and how red, sore and hot it was getting.

I was sent to the corner. Tracy then finished my sentence:

“Naughty girls go to bed without supper. After the good people have eaten you can wash the dishes. You are to be in bed, with the lights out, by 7pm.”

I listened to the rest of the family enjoying themselves eating what I had cooked whilst making sure to hold the dress up high enough that everyone could see my bottom. Oh and we had a Polaroid camera. Tracy to a picture of my bottom and put it where I could see it whilst I washed the dishes


Tracy notices a better-run household:

I kind of wondered if I had been a little hard on Mum. I mean both the spanking and sending her out in her punishment clothes might have been a bit much.

On the other hand it had a good effect. For the next couple of weeks I rarely had to remind people even once about chores. When I did once was always enough.

Having less stress helped me with my schoolwork and my athletic practice too.

Unfortunately for one member of the household the effect did not last. After a couple of weeks I found myself reminding dad a second time about putting out the garbage.

It was a Wednesday morning. He did the job on the second time of asking. I had to be consistent

“Paul bend over the sofa.”

I got the bamboo cane

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK..

Being a proud male it took more effort to get cries of pain out of my stepfather but in due course I succeeded. I had to go to college but I told Mum to make sure he stood in the corner for 40 minutes, short trousers and underpants around his ankles and hand on his head.

Sadly I found I had to repeat the process three times more in the next couple of weeks. I now realize that being bent over was less shaming than the over knees spanking, but I could not manage that because the prick had a prick.

Then I had a brainwave. I remembered that when I punished Caroline, my Mum, I had given her extra chores. Two of the occasions when Paul need reminding had related to dealing with Mike’s nappies.

The fourth caning I gave him related to the ironing. Still I had the idea:

“And next week you will have extra work on your rota, ALL Mike’s nappies.”

It worked. For some months after that the household ran smoothly. Both Paul and Mum did some college courses. All the chores were done. I only need to use the full strength in my left arm on the sports field.

It was REALLY nice having Tabby around as a friend instead of a Social Worker. Well Clemency was already my friend, though too young to be my teammate in either football or cricket.


I think the party we had that August to celebrate not only my exam results but also Lorraine’s was wonderful. We did a vegetarian meal because Jane, Tabby’s partner and especially Ruby did not like meat. They called it ‘dead animals’,

A couple of days later, for reasons I never understood, Mum and Paul started needling each other.

It got worse. I warned them. When Mum started teasing and Paul responded with really nasty language I had again to exercise my left arm with the hairbrush.

I think I was even more angry than usual because I thought we had solved our problems

I did not give Caroline a chance to ask to be punished. I merely dragged her onto my knees as I sat on the sofa. I started with a hand spanking but told Sharon to get the hairbrush.

Caroline was already crying with just the hand spanking. Maybe she thought that would save her from the hairbrush. She was wrong.

WHAP

WHAP

WHAP!

I thought of also applying the bamboo cane as well, but I was shocked at just how red my mother’s rear was. I still put her in the corner with a cake of soap in her mouth. Paul had not started the argument but I did not want him to get off Scott free.

At my instructions he knelt in front of my chair and let me thoroughly wash out his angry hurtful words with a thoroughly soapy washcloth. I did not hear the gentle knock on the door. I was very frightened when Tabby arrived.

Actually her discovery did have consequences, but not quite what you might expect from a Social Worker discovering some level of violence in a former problem family.

[derry-boychild]

i seem to have left out a chunk. Here it is



PART 3A

Tracy explains to Tabby:

I had been to Tabby’s office a few times before. Every other time she had been REALLY nice to me. Now it was different. Firstly she stated her position:

“You know why I became a Social Worker?”

I did not quite ask but my expression told me:

“Because I like people and I want to help people who are in difficulties. I especially like helping people who are being hurt. I am sure that violence is NEVER the solution. You would be surprised at how quite little things can escalate. The typical domestic violence case does not start with fists and broken bones, but all too often it ends in something terrible…”

I was shocked at the language:

“Domestic violence, that’s a bit..”

“Well the hitting happens in your home and it is hitting.”

I was feeling really uneasy. Technically it was true. But that was not what it felt like. Tabby went on:

“I feel that in a healthy family people get along by talking to each other rather than by hurting and humiliating each other.

“You know I really like you, I wanted you for a friend. But friends tell each other the truth. My truth is that hurting people is always wrong. Perhaps if you could tell me what happened and why it happened maybe we could think of something else…”

I told her the story. I showed her the documents that Lorraine and I had signed. (I knew she had the originals in a safe at home.)

“Actually the first time I spanked Lorraine I think I just stung her a little and that I was more embarrassed than she was. I hoped that somehow this odd process had changed her mind.

“Well the next day she was just as much of a brat as before. I was in a foul mood. Then she stole from right in front of me and tried to hit me. That was when I lost my temper…

“By the way if spanking had not been in my mind I might have used much worse violence.

“That second spanking really cleared the air. I think that Lorraine realized that I meant business. I am sure that knowing what I was capable of helped her to do some of her share at home and to study properly…”

Tabby had a question:

“And you meant to keep it a secret?”

I nodded.

“I think so. I mean I was a little embarrassed and I am sure that Lorraine was VERY ashamed at what I could and did do to her…”

Then Tabby asked the hard question:

“Well not many 18 year olds get spanked in England but it sort of fits into a pattern. It is a bit odd you doing the spanking but well your family is a bit different. But how in God’s name did you come to spank your stepfather and your actual mother?”

I wondered about that. I did not quite admit it but maybe I sub consciously wanted Mum to see how I had tamed my stepsister. Then too I was angry with her. We could have all got nice new clothes with that check. As it was we would have to somehow see what we could afford from Parsons, which is usually an expensive store. I had noticed the sale for the children’s stuff and thought it would help little Mike but even Sharon would not like that stuff. I explained

“I was SURE what I was doing was not only what Lorraine deserved but also what she NEEDED. “

“I was unhappy about Mum’s reaction, especially after how she had behaved. Then when she said:

‘“But Lorraine’s an ADULT. You might just as well spank ME.”’

Tabby had a question:

“Did you seriously think that your mother really wanted you to spank her?”

At the time I was ignorant. I replied:

“Of course not, I didn’t want it the few times Mum spanked me. And I really did think that she DESERVED to have some REAL punishment. This seemed kind of right.

“And well you know Paul had also stolen from the housekeeping so I felt I should be consistent and fair to everyone. Mind you it was dead scary when I started feeling his…”

I paused, then I remembered that Tabby liked using proper names for things

“Well when his penis started erecting it was all wrong. That’s why I caned him bent over instead of spanking him on my lap.”

Tabby asked a very hard question:

“Do you like spanking Lorraine, Paul and your mother?”

Perhaps it was a mistake but I told the truth

“Not usually..”

Tabby was all too good at getting at the truth:

“So sometimes you did have fun when you were spanking?”

I tried to explain:

“I am not sure I would call it fun. But still that Saturday, just after Lorraine tried to hit me I really did NEED to actually well DO something. I think I got rid of a lot of frustration that morning.

“I also think it cleared the air. After that Lorraine and I understood each other..”

Tabby asked again:

“Was there any other spanking you liked giving?”

I responded carefully:

“Well the first time I had Mum over my knees I really needed her to know that her behavior was intolerable. I kind of liked the power. Plus I had got very stressed with all the reminding and nagging I needed to do.”

Tabby then shocked me. It was scary, it was sort of true you see:

“Do you know the right word for someone who likes hurting other people?”

I shook my head.

“The word is a sadist, I couldn’t be friends with a sadist.”

I then explained:

“Yes a couple of times I really lost it and I guess I got a bit of satisfaction out of spanking but that’s not what it’s usually like..”

Tabby asked me a question:

“What is it usually like?”

I thought and then I explained:

“Well you see I think I have to be really good at keeping my word. I had told Lorraine, Paul and Mum that if I needed to remind them more than once about their chores I would spank them. I f I didn’t do it well they would assume that nothing I said meant anything.

“Usually giving a spanking is like a kind of job. You know like doing the ironing or drawing up the work rota. I need to do it right. And yes doing it right means that the badly behaved person needs to feel real pain and real humiliation. That way we have a good chance that we don’t need to do it again.”

Tabby and I then drank our coffee and had biscuits. She explained the situation:

“I really wish you wouldn’t hurt your parents and your stepsister. The truth is however there is not much I could do. Technically you could be prosecuted, certainly for what you did to your parents. Maybe the consent from Lorraine is a legal defense but don’t count on it.

“Of course on its own a prosecution is never the solution to domestic violence. I do not think that the family would be better off without you…”

I was shocked by this and by the implications: I responded sarcastically.

“Thank you very much.”

Tabby clarified:

“Well if it were your stepfather treating you that way..”

I giggled. Paul never hit anyone. In any case from the age of about 10 I was bigger and stronger than him. Tabby then asked the real question

“What you do seems so, well, weird. Could you explain, if not justify it?”

I then clarified things:

“Well you know that Lorraine was very immature and spoiled when she moved in..”

I could see from Taylor Abigail Brown’s face that she did not dispute the premise. I went on

“And you see Mum and Paul both need someone in charge of them. Until the grannies went into nursing homes they both seemed to interfere a bit, and Paul and Mum took it.

“Of course they hate being spanked but I truly feel that Paul and Mum both NEED someone who is[/b] REALLY[/b] in charge of them. I think the spanking makes that clear.

“Ms Brown, I really like and respect you. I know you don’t agree with me. But I TRULY feel that what I do is what is needed in my particular family.”

We then parted, sort of as friends. Tabby clarified her position:

“Tracy, you are a truly amazing person and I like having you as a friend. I have a couple of friends who spank their children, and they know how I feel about that. I even quite like one lady who goes fox hunting which Jane and I feel is sick.

“So let’s stay friends, and will you think about what I have said?”

I nodded.

“Yes, I’ll think about what you said to me, but I ask you to think about what I said to you.”

She too nodded.

Sharon remembers:

My 13th birthday was very special. Tracy thought I was very mature for my age, which of course I was. The rota changed. Previously ‘babysitting Sharon’ was on the rota. After that not only did I not need a babysitter but also I was given the right not only to baby sit baby Mike but also Lorraine and my parents.

Tracy gave me the authority to spank both my half sister Lorraine, nearly 19 and my parents if they misbehaved. For six weeks I never found a reason to spank anyone. I guess I was a little disappointed. I did, however, ask at the Oldborough Liberators women and girl’s sports club for exercises, which would improve upper body strength,

By the way I knew what Tabby felt about spanking and of course she now knew our big family secret. But she was still our friend.

By the way I remembered a little after talking to Tabby that my last spanking had not been from Mom but from Lorraine. She and friends had been supposed to keep an eye on me. I had lots of nastiness from my oldest half sister but as I remembered it again it was still painful and embarrassing

Tracy started seeing a bit of a girl called Nancy. Nancy was the daughter of Tabby’s colleague, Fred. They helped each other with studying.

At that time we did not have a VCR machine. We had one television. Who got to watch what was argued about quite a bit. It happened that Wednesday evenings were mine, to choose the television channel. Mum and Dad went to an evening class that day. This particular Wednesday Tracy was going with Nancy to see a movie of a book they were both studying for.


Now, just then, I like clever words. I found I quite liked Gilbert and Sullivan. A show based, on their songs, was on a Commercial channel. I was watching and listening whilst doing some homework.

Lorraine wanted to watch some soap opera. She did NOT like my taste in music. Lorraine changed the channel during a commercial break. I was not happy:

“Hey, it’s my day you are not to change the channels.”

Lorraine did not admit she had done anything wrong.

“It’s only the ads, and I want to see some of my show.”

I tried to be clear:

“Well it’s my day. You had better not be naughty again about this.”

At the next break Lorraine repeated the offence. I went straight to the television (we did not even have a remote) and changed it again. I tried to make myself clear.

“This is your last warning. Do not change the channel on my nights.”

A little later I found that I needed the bathroom. Of course I went during a break. I could still hear the television. That should have meant that I would get to hear the songs even though I was busy upstairs.

Lorraine again changed the channel. I was not able to get to the TV. Of course when I got downstairs I changed the channel back. I heard the last couple of lines. I was angry. I decided that this was the moment to exercise my new authority and to see just how good those arm exercises had been.

I did NOT want to miss the rest of my show. I selected a corner of the room near the television but not blocking my view:

“Lori, go to that corner, and keep your hands on your head. After the show we will get to the bottom of your problem.”

Lorraine obeyed me. I turned up the volume. I got to enjoy the rest of my program. Just as the show was ending Mum and Dad arrived home. The timing was perfect.

“Mum, Dad get into your indoor clothes. I think you should be properly dressed to watch what’s going to happen.

“Lori, go to Tracy’s bedroom, get her hairbrush and then I think there’s something you need to ask me.”

It was amazing. I was just 13 and she was nearly 19. However Lori knew what Tracy would do if she were told of disobedience. Lori did what I required. She handed me the hairbrush curtsied and said:

“I was VERY naughty, I changed the channel 3 times even though it is your night for the television so Aunt Sharon will you please give me a spanking.”

I liked the ‘Aunt’ bit. I sat at the end of the sofa. I patted my lap. Lorraine took her position. I took my time in pinning the skirt of her dress out of the way. Then I slowly pulled down her panties and


WHAP!

WHAP!!

WHAP!!!

I really enjoyed this work.



Lorraine remembers Sharon spanking her:

It had been a big shock when my stepmother saw me being spanked. That was in addition to the pain. I tried to make sure that I did not provoke a repeat performance. I felt that even more strongly when Tracy spanked Caroline and caned my dad in front of everyone including young Sharon.

From April until early October I managed to be good enough to satisfy Tracy that I did not deserve a spanking. So were Caroline and Dad, until they bickered in August.

It had been odd admitting to Tabby that the threat of spanking did me some good. I guess I kind of treated Sharon being appointed to ‘baby-sit’ the grownups as a kind of a joke. Tracy had warned us:

“If you do not cooperate with Sharon giving you a spanking I will spank you when I get home. Then the next night I will hold you so that Sharon can spank you.”

I really wanted to see my show. I really did not like Sharon’s music. I guess I was a bit out of line when I changed the channels. I ignored the warnings.

Suddenly I realized I had to take my 13-year-old half sister’s authority seriously. I did think about it. I thought that there are two ways in which a spanking punishes you and makes you not want to be naughty again.

The first part is of course the pain. I knew that the pain that Tracy, more than six foot and a great athlete, can give is very major.

The other problem is the humiliation. It had been a bit bad letting a 16 year old order me across her lap. It was much worse when other people knew. I guessed that submitting to a 13 year old would be even more shaming. On the other hand I assumed that Sharon could not cause real pain.

By the third hairbrush blow I realized that Sharon could hurt me more than I expected. I resisted crying and kicking all I could. Sharon’s blows just got heavier and more frequent. In the end I did my 6-year-old impression crying kicking and then…

Well then Tracy arrived, with Nancy.

Just after they saw me being spanked. Tracy wanted a private word with Nancy. (Much later I found out that Tracy not only told Nancy about my bad behavior and stealing but also about the ecstasy.)

Nancy still got to see the last few spanks and she could see that I was really crying and really punished.

Pizzas were ordered. I did not get to eat any. Instead I stood in a corner holding up my dress and with my panties around my knees. Tracy had an idea. She managed to place mirrors so that I could see just how red the right cheek of my derriere had become.


Tabby’s thoughts:

I still really liked and respected Tracy. My conscious mind told me that her particular approach to family discipline was not right. Still another part of my mind could not deny that it worked.

I had just got a promotion. I had been competing with Fred. He was nice to me about it. I kind of wondered whether it made things harder for him. I had always known that Fred and Julia’s household management was a bit chaotic. It kind of seemed natural to let their daughter Nancy know that Tracy would be a good study partner.

I told myself that Tracy would hide some aspects of her home life and that this was as it should be. Thinking about it years later maybe in the back of my mind there was the thought that Tracy’s approach might suit Nancy, Fred and Julia Jackson.


During this time one interesting change happened in Tracy’s family and another did not.

Caroline got a job, not a wonderful job but it was quite reasonably paying. I had also helped make sure that Caroline carried on getting some help from the government. Britain did not have food stamps but there were some cash payments for families in work but for low wages.

The thing that did NOT change was power within the family. Caroline’s pay went into a joint account with Tracy. Tracy effectively controlled it. The rent and all the bills got paid.

I was aware that Tracy did sort of reserve the right to spank her mother, though this did not happen for a while.