Family power structures Part 4 (re written re post)

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PART 4


NANCY’S STORY:

Tabby had told me that Tracy would be a good study partner. She was. You know I love Mum and Dad but they were not organized people. It was much nicer visiting Tracy’s family.

It was an incredible shock to see that Lorraine still got spanked. It was even more surprising that the spanker was Tracy’s little sister- well younger sister.

I have to say that I thought that the way Tracy ran things was kind of cool. It was also easier that I could now visit without making a time. Lorraine Caroline and Paul just had to accept that I would see them dressed as kids. They also now knew that if they earned a spanking I might get to watch.

In the following month of so I did not get to see anyone else spanked. I did notice how all the meals were cooked and how everyone took things in turn. I did notice a certain fear from Caroline, Lorraine and Paul when either Tracy or Sharon reminded them of a chore. I also noticed that if they had classes due the following morning the older ‘kids’ would be in bed by 1030.

One week Tracy invited my family and also Tabby’s to dinner. We all came. Of course Paul was not wearing his little boy short trousers and Lorraine and Caroline were spared their childish frocks. Still you had to notice that Tracy was in charge.

Tabby invited us all to her home. Jane and Ruby cooked a nice meal. I did catch a slight undertone of tension between Tabby and Jane, but well all marriages have problems. I certainly noticed that with my parents.

When it became my parents’ turn what happened was that they arranged for a meal out. It was nice enough. Still I was embarrassed because I knew, and I knew that Tabby and Tracy knew, that my home was in such a chaotic state that no visitors could really be invited.

The only difference that Caroline working made was that she had fewer household chores. Tracy still kept control of the money.

A lot of the time I was at Tracy’s home we were both in her room. We had a lot of studying to do. That meant that Sharon babysat both Lorraine and Paul. A lot of Caroline’s work was early in the evening.

Well one Tuesday, after we had eaten, we went upstairs. I think I heard Sharon remind her father that it was his day to wash the dishes. Half an hour later I heard whaps and in due course cries of pain.

I did not watch the actual spanking but when I went down to make coffee I saw Paul Taylor in a corner with the red marks from the bamboo cane on his rather cute little ass.

A little later when I took down our used coffee mugs he washed them along with the other dinner things.

I am not as big and strong as Tracy, nor as skilled on the sports field. It was natural that I was a reserve when she played in the first team for Oldborough Liberators. I borrowed my mother’s car and drove her home after a famous victor in the soccer game. We had more studying to do.

As I arrived a pizza man came. Sharon was very cross. She did find the money to pay the delivery guy but then she addressed her older half sister:

“Lorraine you were supposed to COOK a meal not just order one Even with Mum’s wages we can’t afford that kind of luxury. I think you deserve two spankings. One from me for not doing the cooking and one from Tracy for wasting money.”

Lorraine, now actually 19, obediently lay over her little sister’s lap. I was surprised at how vicious a spanking the 13 year old was able to dish out. We all ate pizza, except for Lorraine who stood in the corner holding up her dress.

Actually it was to be Lorraine’s longest ever corner time. She had to stay standing there showing off her rather red behind from 6.30 until 9pm. During that time Tracy and I were working on Shakespeare and the English Civil war. Lorraine had to bear in mind that her much stronger stepsister would in due course be spanking her.

When Tracy came downstairs she told her stepsister:

“Now, go up stairs and collect the hairbrush. I will be ready for you.”

Lorraine made the mistake of arguing back.

“But two spankings just isn’t fair.”

Tracy had an answer:

“So you’re saying that I’m not fair…”

Lorraine had an answer:

“I meant it was Sharon’s…”

Tracy had a final answer

“Well I do not think that Sharon was unfair. That makes you a liar. Sharon after the spanking I’d like you to wash your sister’s mouth out with soap,”

It did not take Tracy long to reduce Lorraine to a kicking, screaming bawling kid. It did take her much longer before she was sure that Lorraine had learned that lesson.

Tracy supervised Lorraine’s shower, I think she wanted to make sure that she did not get much chance to rub her behind. I was invited to the bathroom. By this time Lorraine was wearing some cute pajamas, with cartoon teddy bears on them and a plastic apron. Sharon spent a long time thoroughly soaping her half sister’s mouth. Tracy rubbed in the punishment

“And you don’t get to rinse your mouth until seven o’clock tomorrow morning.”

In the meantime I was noticing how chaotic my home was. I had a long talk to Tracy and Sharon and we made some plans.


Fred’s Story:

It was true that our home was chaotic. Maybe my concentration was a bit off. I was very disappointed when Tabby got the promotion and so she supervised me instead of vice versa. I might have been a bit angry at the time but I have to say I now think it as fair.

I was glad that Nancy had found a good study partner in Tracy. It was nice having dinners with friends. I noticed that Tabby and Jane managed a bit better than we did in terms of household organization.

It was really embarrassing when I noticed just how much better Tracy’s home was managed than that of the two Social Workers who had dealt with her family. I did see the rotas on the kitchen wall and noticed how the lovely meal was offered in a really tidy efficient house.

I had talked to Nancy about it. A few days later, Nancy had talked to Julia and I. We agreed that Nancy would draw up a rota after consulting Julia and I.

For the first few days I did the jobs on the rota. Julia managed to do what she’d promised for more than a week. But as time went on we forgot more and more often and Nancy seemed to be nagging us all the time.

Nancy talked to us:

“I’ll tell you something else. Tracy has a special way of organizing. She NEVER nags Lori, Paul, Caroline or indeed Sharon and everyone does their job. I am thinking that maybe we should run our home that way.”

It was a few days before Easter 1983. Julia said:

“I guess we should try anything to make things work better.”

Julia and I had the whole Easter weekend off from Good Friday; we did not have to be at work until Easter Monday. I was aware of Nancy doing a lot of tidying and sorting out that Thursday, even though Julia and I had agreed to do that work.

There was one aspect of our marriage that worked really well. Julia and I had a lovely morning in our bedroom. A little after noon I started smelling a lovely meal. Nancy shouted upstairs:

“Mum, Dad, we’re having guests. Can you be ready to come downstairs a bit after one, and Mum could you wear a dress, and not too long…”

Nancy had not previously given wardrobe instructions. Still we did as was suggested. The table was set for seven with a space. I heard a car. The doorbell went. At first I did not recognize the person who arrived.

I had met Tracy before. But now the 17 year old looked incredibly impressive. She had her hair right up. She was wearing rather tall high heels and a business type suit. She had just the right amount of make-up. The word Yuppie had not been coined but that was what she looked like.

“Dinner is ready, Tracy…”

The next guest was Sharon, she wore jeans a sweater and a t-shirt. She was and looked 13 but could be a youngster of any age under 30 by her style.

Then I saw what looked like two little girls and one little boy, only a little taller. Suddenly I recognized Paul, Caroline and Lorraine.

We had a lovely meal. Whilst we were drinking coffee after the meal somehow something changed. Nancy explained it:

“Mum, Dad you agree that this household has not been working so well…”

We nodded; I was embarrassed by this being said in front of others, though I knew that Tracy had seen the state of our home.

“We agreed that we should try the way Tracy works…”

Again we nodded. Then came the shock. Nancy asked:

“Caroline, can you tell us who is in charge at your home?”

I guess I was not that shocked when she said:

“Tracy is…”

“Who’s in charge when Tracy is out?”

“Sharon is..”

That was a surprise. Nancy had another question

“Can you tell us what Tracy and Sharon said about parking?”

Caroline did look a little embarrassed but answered:

“They told me that we cannot afford the car and the parking fines so I had to be careful.”

Then Nancy addressed Sharon:

“I believe that you checked the post when Tracy was away one weekend, what did you do when you found the notice of a parking fine.”

I saw a huge smile grow over the 13 year old’s face.

“I spanked her, HARD..”

Caroline added:

“And it hurt so much that I cried and kicked like I was a naughty LITTLE girl.”

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I should at this point say that before I married Julia I had other girl friends. One, Roberta, had played spanking games with me. I remembered that the spankings she gave had stung a little. On the other hand they had always been the prelude to actual love making so I had not minded so much.

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That morning of course Julia and I had enjoyed a great deal of fun in bed. Julia’s tastes in that regard were rather conventional and that satisfied both of us. I guess I should have figured what Nancy would say and do next, but I did not.

My daughter, not quite 18, put her arm out to me. I took it/ She then said:

“Daddy, you’ve been VERY naughty. You have repeatedly failed to do your share. I think you need a spanking.”

Julia was absolutely furious:

“Fred, this is mad and perverse, you must NOT participate..”

I stopped for a second. Nancy then said:

“Daddy, if you do not go across my knees Tracy here will drag you there…”

Now we are an average to small family. I was some inches taller than Nancy and Julia was also a little taller than our 17 year old.

The next thing shook me a bit. Nancy undid my belt and unfastened the zip in my trousers. She pulled them down. It was an even bigger shock when I felt and saw my underpants coming down.

Julia was furious:

“Stop this at once, you are CRAZY! Both of you.”

Nancy ignored my wife. She sat on the sofa. She gently pulled and I placed myself in the relevant position.

“STOP!”

Shouted Julia. Tracy grabbed my wife when she tried to get to the sofa where I lay.

My previous spankings had been with a hand from a happy lover. This was with a hairbrush from an angry daughter.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!!

“Daddy MUST learn to do his share…”

Then the spanking carried on in silence. Well Tracy had her mouth over Julia to prevent further protests. I tried to keep silent but eventually I started yelling crying with pain and kicking with helplessness.

The spanking lasted 10 minutes but it felt like 10 hours. At last

“Now Daddy, stand in that corner till I tell you that you can leave.”

I started pulling up my underpants. Nancy was not having it

“Leave your undies where they are people need to see your bum.”


JULIIE’S STORY:

My mother never spanked me. This did not mean that I could do what I liked but she was less strict than most. I heard from her about her own childhood. She had been spanked, but also punched by her father. She was at a school with some quite sadistic Nuns.

In my work as a therapist I saw lots of children who had experienced beatings rather than spankings. I felt strongly that these were not appropriate. I do not think that Nancy ever got spanked.

With this knowledge and experience I was horrified as well as shocked when my daughter stated that she would spank my husband. I tried to intervene. Tracy, who was far stronger than I am restrained me and put her hand over my mouth. I just had to watch what seemed like a quite vicious assault.

It seemed to last a long time and I heard Fred’s childish cries. I was also disappointed that Fred went into a corner without resisting.

The next thing was a bigger shock. Nancy looked at me.

“Your turn Mum, will you be a good girl and just go over my lap?”

My mouth was still covered but I managed to shake my head. It did no good. Nancy looked at Tracy:

“Could you help get the naughty girl over my knees.”

I was physically picked up. My struggles were ineffective. In less than a minute I was laying over my 17 year old’s lap. Tracy then took firm hold of my hands. I felt my dress going up and then my panties coming down. With one hand Nancy held me in position.

I protested:

“This is an assault. I demand you stop. It is crazy. Stop it…”

Then the blows started to fall. It hurt, MUCH more than I expected. I yelled a few insults

“Stop it you sadistic bitches…”

After maybe a minute my protests were replaced by very childish cries. I struggled and kicked. It seemed to last a VERY long time.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!!

I was incredibly relieved when the spanking finally stopped. I thought that my punishment was over. This was not quite true:

“Mum, go into that corner, and make sure you hold your dress right up so that your rear is visible.”

I started to try to pull up my panties. Nancy warned me.

“Leave your panties where they are.”

That made walking to the corner harder. I saw a flash. A minute later a Polaroid picture was taped in front of my eyes. It was a picture of my very red bottom.

Nancy and the other guests then chatted whilst Fred and I stood in corners showing off our very visibly spanked bottoms.

Fred was let out of his corner before I was. About half an hour later Nancy announced:

“Your corner time is over but I need to do something about your mouth. If you are difficult about this, or anything else TRACY will spank you. I warn you that my friend spanks MUCH harder than I do.”

I watched Nancy thoroughly covering a damp washcloth with soap. I obeyed when ordered:

“Open your mouth.”

It tasted awful. It was very humiliating. Nancy spent a long time making sure the whole of the inside my mouth was totally covered with soap.

“If you are a good girl I will let you rinse your mouth at supper time.”

Then Nancy had some more announcements:

“From now on I will be in charge. I will consult you about bed times, chores and so on but I will make the final decision. If you do a little thing that I do not like I will warn you that carrying on will be naughty. If I tell either of you that you have been naughty you will ask, nicely, for a spanking. After the spanking Freddy will bow and Julie will curtsey and say thank you.

“If I tell you that you have lied or used bad words you will ask for a mouth soaping

“Oh and from now on, except for when we are with people who do not know about our family I am ‘AUNT Nancy’ you are Julie and you are Freddy.

“And tomorrow we will go shopping and we will buy clothes matching Paul’s for Freddy and Julie will have clothes matching Lori’s”

I noticed Lorraine’s clothes looked even more childish than her mother’s.

It was an incredible relief when I was finally allowed to rinse the soap out of my mouth. Still the supper did taste a little soapy. Tracy had an announcement.

“As you know Nancy has decided to follow my example. I know it is easier for me because I am bigger and stronger than Paul, Mom and Lori. I want to help make sure that Freddie and Julie do what they are told.

“If Freddy or Julie do not cooperate when they need spanking Nancy will call me. I will give the naughty person a spanking, Oh and the next day the naughty child will get a spanking from Nancy..”

I wondered what to do. I had no idea that did not include calling the police. Telling the World what had happened would be even more embarrassing than the actual spanking, especially with Fred and my jobs. It was now clear that we could not simply physically resist Nancy. She would call Tracy and there was no chance of defeating her.

So the next day I let Nancy take me to Parsons. There was some surprise at my being taken to the children’s department. Unfortunately she was able to find REALLY childish frocks in my size.

I am a lady of more or less average height. People were surprised to see me. I think that some of the dresses I tried on were designed for bridesmaids. But I was obviously not on my way to a wedding.

For a few weeks we managed. I did the chores I was assigned as did Freddy. The household, I have to admit, did work better. Both Freddy and I did manage to forget our tasks a few times.

It felt very odd a couple of weeks later after I got into a television program, and put off washing the dishes. Nancy reminded me. I made a mental note of that. I planned to do the dishes a bit later. Then there was another good show.

Nancy addressed me

“Julie, I reminded you twice about the dishes. You still have not washed them. I think that was naughty, I think there’s something you need to ask me.”

I had seen Freddy bow four days earlier when he had not done his task and put himself over Nancy’s lap. I was kind of shocked to find myself curtsying and asking

“Aunt Nancy, I was naughty would you please give me a spanking.”

This spanking did hurt, quite a lot but it was not as bad as the first one. Freddy did watch but he seemed more interested in the television.

After my corner time, when I was allowed to lower my dress and pull up my childish panties I again curtsied and said:

“Thank you Aunt Nancy, I really needed and deserved my spanking.”

At that time I deeply resented what I was made to do.

In late May I found out how little choice I had. Yes I had been in a bad mood. I had been careless. I burned a hole in Nancy’s favorite pair of jeans. I did feel bad. I knew I was going to get a spanking. However there was the last chance to see a movie I wanted.

‘Aunt’ Nancy said:

“Julie, you were very naughty and careless and ruined my clothes. I think there is something you need to ask”

I yelled

“I know what’s going to happen but I must see the movie now…”

Nancy yelled back

“I need to deal with your bad behavior NOW!”

I got to see my movie. When I came home Nancy told me what would happen

“Tonight I am going to give you a big spanking for ruining my stuff. We are going to Tracy’s on Friday for dinner. Only Julie won’t get dinner, just one of Tracy’s spankings.”

I curtsied and asked for the spanking. I have to say it hurt a lot. I think it was the hardest that Nancy had given.

There was a strange thing though. I felt really bad about what I had done to my daughter’s stuff. I should have concentrated on what I was doing. The spanking kind of got rid of the guilt, whilst making me not want to repeat the process.

I had one good thought though. I decided that Tracy’s spanking was not going to be that much worse than Nancy’s.