Family power structures Part 8 (re written re post)

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PART 8

Tracy (Cont.):

After her three days as a VERY young girl Tabby was far more amenable to our therapy. She was accepting that she needed a ‘cold turkey’ of zero responsibility to help cure her of being a workaholic.

It was quite fun. I have to admit that we all got to be kids up to a point whilst we made Tabby be a little girl. It was fun. I knew she was kind of bored. There did come the day when she tried to get the car keys. I grabbed her and dragged her back.

Tabby knew what she had to do. So she curtsied to Clemency and asked for a spanking. She was crying even as she did it.

This did not make Clemency grant clemency to her mother. Over her lap Tabby went. Very slowly her dress and petticoat were pinned out of the way. Equally slowly the cartoon covered cotton panties came down.

Very quickly the hairbrush came down. Tabby cried a lot.

For little things, like carelessness Tabby got a hand spanking from her soon to be 15 year old daughter. Clem was quite able to extract tears from her Mom without the hairbrush.

It rained a lot. We played a lot of indoor games.

By the way I had to return on the Fridays because I was needed for the Oldborough Liberators soccer and cricket teams. When I got home I sometimes had messages from Julie.

I played a crucial role in saving three marriages. Hubbies had been a bit naughty with neighbors, secretaries and in one case a wife’s sister. Part of the way divorces were avoided was the miscreants were punished.

In order to make sure it was not sexual a third party, namely me, did the actual spanking. I had managed to buy a heavy wooden paddle. (Ruby would never have forgiven me for getting leather one, that had added to the complications in making Tabby’s toddler reins)

I visited the marital homes. The husband bent over a sofa or lay on the bed. I then whacked them for 10- 20 minutes.

Julie told me that after the long cries these guys had the couple had kissed and made up.

It was slightly more complicated when the Kevin Anderson had been naughty with Geraldine Murphy. Geraldine was his sister in law. So on that occasion Mrs Maeve Anderson firstly watched me paddle Kevin. I then took Geraldine across my knees and used the hairbrush. She cried like a baby and struggled like a six year old for her long painful spanking.

Next I washed each of the lying cheaters mouths out with soap. Julie tells me that there was forgiveness though probably Geraldine would never be as close to Maeve as she was before her awful behavior.

The great thing about these particular sessions is that I got paid for them. They were after all therapeutic.

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For most of the time that summer I was at the cottage. It was actually in many ways the nicest vacation I ever spent. Oh and I did not need to worry about life at home. I had seen during my brief visits Paul and Mom each in corners displaying red behinds. I had also seen Sharon really lay into Lori. My sister was by then 16 and was really able to take total charge.

Maybe we did go a bit to far in treating Tabby as a little girl, even after her 3 days of infancy. I am sure everyone else tended to let out little friend win games. By the way although she was the second eldest in that cottage Tabby was both the shortest and the lightest person there.

Tabby complained about this. She did not say that she was treated as a ‘baby’. She did not want a more literal repeat of that experience. She did say:

“I’m a big girl and a good sport.”

By the way I NEVER let Tabby or anyone who was chronologically over he age of 7 beat me or have any advantage that was not agreed in advance. There is no point in playing games unless you try to win. And a win does not feel as good if you think the other side was soft on you.

On the other hand Jane, Ruby and Clemency managed to miss Tabby in playing ‘hide and seek’ and let her have very favorable deals when playing Monopoly.


It was near the end of our break. It had been an excellent summer with five days in beautiful Yorkshire and with Saturdays including some real triumphs on the cricket field for the Oldborough Liberators first team.

Tabby agreed that she had been pretty crazy at work and at home before our ‘intervention’ .I heard the agreement made by the four of them. Clemency and Ruby would still be in charge of their mothers, with each allowed to take charge of the other’s mother during absences.

The younger girls would do their share of the housework, as would Jane. Ruby would have charge of the money and Clemency of the chores rota. Jane would limit her work to the 30 hours she gave to the publisher.

Because Tabby’s job was so important she could still be a bit of a workaholic. It would be fine for her to work 8- 5.30 with only half hour lunches. She would have to let Clemency know of times she would work out of hours, and also make sure she took time off to make up for them.

However when she was at home Tabby would be a little girl. She would be dressed appropriately, though she could choose what television she saw and what she read. Tabby would NOT have any responsibility at home at all.

Clemency and Ruby of course retained the right to correct naughtiness on their mothers bare bottoms, if need be with the hairbrush.


Tabby wanted a ‘real’ game of Monopoly with people really wanting to win. So we agreed that each winner could choose a ‘prize’. Ruby chose the right to spank me. Jane chose the right to spank Ruby. Clemency and I had a different idea. I had checked with Miss Rathbone. If either of us won Tabby would have her vacation extended for two weeks. (I knew she hated that idea.)

Oh and Tabby said

“I want to be able to punish Tracy and to have Clemency help with the punishment.”

I had not been spanked for 8 years. I knew that even quite a small person can cause a lot of pain with a hairbrush. I assumed that Tabby had the same idea as Ruby about my punishment.

I play to win anyhow. This time I thought I was doing well. I already had Park Lane. I got ‘advance to Mayfair’. (By the way Tabby said she thought of that as “Boardwalk”. ) Oh and Tabby landed on Bond Street. She agreed to swap it for Marlborough Street and a hundred and forty pounds. So I had the whole of the most expensive side of the board. Tabby had the orange set and the light blue set.

I was sure I was winning. Actually at that stage the person with most money was Ruby. She had two odd color properties but she also had the 4 stations and the utilities.

It all changed in three goes. First I landed on Super tax, on a double from Bond Street, one of my properties Next I threw a double 3, that got me onto Income Tax so there went my go salary. Then I threw a 3+1. Tabby had a hotel on Euston Road. Paying her five hundred and fifty pounds left me with no cash, though I still had 2 houses on Mayfair and Park Lane and one on each of my green properties.

Tabby used her money to upgrade her Orange properties and put hotels on them. I was very pleased when she threw. She managed to land on two of my green properties and pay me two hundred and eighty pounds. She actually had to mortgage her two unmatching properties and only just avoided selling back houses, at half their buying price.

However on the next throw I got 5+5. That was Marlborough Street. To pay the nine hundred and fifty I had to sell back the houses on the green properties and then mortgage them. I only just managed.

So I threw again (it being a double) Chance. I got go back three spaces. This was Vine Street. I could not pay the One thousand pounds. I lost.

It also became pretty clear who would win.

I found out that my punishment was not going to be a spanking. Instead, for my last weekend before I went to college I would be a baby. Clemency would have to adapt the dresses for me. She would also have to change and wash my nappies, and I would have to dirty as well as wet them.

It got worse. The last Friday I was there Jenny and the triplets were, kind of correctly, told that I had lost a bet. So they got to see me being spoon fed my least favorite foods with lots on my bib and mouth and Tabby pointed out when a yellow stain started to appear under my plastic panties.

Still these people were strangers who I would not meet again.

We drove home on Saturday. Of course Jane and Ruby shared the driving (Tabby was not on the policy, Clemency was too young and babies, like me, do not drive.)

I spent Sunday lunch in a high chair and wet nappies. Oh and everyone was there. It included, of course my own family and Tabby’s but also Fred, Julie and Nancy and Roberta Dickson, who was now a Police sergeant.

Lori spent a LOT of time tormenting me. However she knew that this was a very temporary state of affairs. Soon enough I would resume authority over my 20-year-old stepsister and I did not forget to pack a very heavy hairbrush.



Lorraine’s story:

Finding accommodation in London for a student is hard. Tracy managed to find a flat, which could be shared. It was in reasonable reach both or my college and of the London School of Economics, where Tracy was studying.

Tracy made it quite clear that she was still willing to use the hairbrush if needed. I was slightly surprised to discover that she was monitoring my attendance and grades.

We shared the flat with Jane’s daughter Ruby and Jack Caldwell, a teacher who had recently separated from his wife and might have been homeless. Tracy was very careful to make sure that Jack did not see my spankings.

However I was late with washing the dishes that first Thursday. She warned me that she would ‘discuss’ this on Friday. As it happened neither Tracy nor I had lectures that morning so as soon as Jack left I knew what would happen. Jack had been surprised that I was wearing a dress, as I usually wore jeans.

Ruby did not have a lecture either. So she was there when I curtsied and said:

[i[“Aunt Tracy, I was very naughty. I did not wash the dishes when I was supposed to. Will you please spank me?”[/i]

Tracy sat down on the sofa. I lay over her lap, with my legs hanging over the end. I felt her very slowly pull my dress out of the way. She was equally slow in moving the slip and then pulling down my ‘spanking panties’- the ones with childish cartoons on them.

Whap

Whap

Whap!

Whap!!

It was even more severe than I expected. I cried and kicked. I think that Tracy liked that particular kind of struggle during spankings and had decided to enable it. The spanking lasted thirteen minutes, which was longer than usual. Unfortunately none of us had lectures until 1pm. Tracy was therefore able to insist that I stayed in the corner holding up my dress and slip with my panties around my ankles for two hours.



Tabby’s Story (Cont):

My life changed a lot after that summer. It was strange. I went back to my previous job. I still worked longer hours than was contracted. I was usually at my desk by 8am. However I was usually home by 6.15. I did not insist on checking everyone else’s work. I think I managed to inspire more than bully colleagues.

I was always still a bit tired when I got home. Still Clemency insisted on my changing my clothes and style. I always wore shoes to give an impression of height and did the same with my hair at work. You would be surprised how much difference it made.

Jane and Clemency told me:

“You are too little to have to do work around the house at home and you get so tired at work.”

I was only allowed to watch fifteen minutes of news. My television was controlled mostly to make sure it was not too serious or brain taxing. For the first three weeks after my return from the countryside I avoided any spankings.

My birthday fell on a Saturday. The only people invited to the party were people who knew of my new situation.

I should tell you something about what we feel about animals. A conventional lesbian couple is supposed to have 2.2 cats. Jane actually had a physical allergy to felines. She came out in hives and felt sick when she was too close to cats.

Despite my nickname I do not like cats either. You know the way they sit cutely on your lap and sink their claws into your legs. Well it is not something I liked.


Tracy, Ruby and Lori had a gift for me. Kelly was the prettiest puppy with the nicest nature that you ever saw. I think that by Sunday evening Jane was a bit jealous of the other young lady in my life.

Like any good little girl I promised to look after and clean up after Kelly. For the first week a lot of the time I was not at work I was with the puppy. I make sure to get rid of the pooh she left.

I also took her for lovely walks. It was amazing. Before the summer of 1984 I do not think I had much ‘fun’ for months, maybe a couple of years. I was very grateful to Tracy and Clemency.

However the next Saturday I forgot to clear up the mess Kelly had made on the front path. Clemency nearly stepped into it. She was very angry.

So I got spanked at home for the first time. It got a little more embarrassing than I expected. My daughter pulled up my dress and pulled down my panties.

It hurt more than I expected. I cried a lot. I went into the corner. Something else happened. I stood there. I heard the next events

“Jane, you didn’t do the ironing like you were supposed to. I think you need a trip over my knees.”

I heard the whaps and cries, as my 16-year-old daughter really laid into my 42-year-old lover.

Then the telephone rang. Clemency answered it. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang.

“Don’t you dare get out of your corner.”

In came Nancy. Clemency explained:

“Tabby forgot to clear up after Kelly and Jane forgot to do the ironing on time.”

I listened to the conversation. Nancy, who of course still spanked both of her parents, took it at totally normal. She had some news:

“I’ve just got the job as an admin officer at the Social Services Office.”

As I have said I managed much better than before both at work and at home. However a few weeks later I got very stressed and loudly swore at someone in charge of Supplementary Benefit (Welfare) payments. I knew that this was not the best way of helping my client but I was very stressed.

When I got home I found out that Nancy had telephoned Clemency. Although she had prepared a lovely meal for Jane and I, Clemency sent me to bed without supper. However before I got to bed I knelt down in my jammies and let her totally cover the inside of my mouth with horrid tasting soap.

After that I was able to control my mouth at work better. Fred found it harder. (I think on a couple of occasions Nancy managed to mouth soap her father actually at the office, as well as spanking him sometimes.)