Once again…

“Hello corner my old friend…” she thought, trying her best to keep her hands where she had been told to put them, over her head. She wanted nothing more than to rub away the burning pain in her bottom, but she knew that in the end, she would only make matters worse for herself. Not that rubbing her red, throbbing bottom would hurt, but the second spanking she would earn by disobeying certainly would.

Of course, he had been right, she had been speeding, and she had flipped the bird at that stupid bi— at that elderly lady in the other car. Yes, the language had been a bit much… And she had told him to shut up too… In fairness, she probably would have deserved for him to tell her to pull over immediately for a spanking in the car, right there, right then. Sometimes, he really didn’t care if people could see… Just to think of it, she was wet again. She certainly didn’t care. Well, she did it was the most humiliating thing she could imagine. But she liked it. And hated it. It was complicated, okay? And anyway, it hadn’t happened. This time.

After the incident. He had been very quiet all the way home. No scolding, no angry voice. She had kept quiet also, trying to concentrate on her driving and not on the thoughts that were racing through her head. Thoughts of her bottom being thoroughly roasted, mostly. Not stopping and being punished right away meant that he wanted to take his time… And teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget…

Of course, that had been exactly what had happened. Once home, he had told her to go wait for him in the bedroom. She knew what it meant and knew better than to argue. Once there, she had stripped down to her t-shirt and panties, as she always did before he punished her. She was used to it, she had to shamefully admit. She rarely went more than a few days without needing what he called “little adjustments”. The punishments, she felt, weren’t little at all. But the punishments, she knew, were deserved, and needed.

He had made her wait what had felt like a lifetime, her bottom seemingly burning in anticipation. Finally, he had come in. She had been waiting, her hands crossed over her belly, head down. She didn’t dare look up until she was told to do so. And when he did, she mustered the little rebellion she still had in her and blew a strand of hair off her face before asking “What took you so long?” in what she hoped was a too-cool-to-care voice. He had not liked it. Not one bit. In fact, he had turned her around, still standing, and landed twenty hard slaps on her barely covered bottom. She had yelped and moaned immediately, a prelude to the concerto of her cries to come.

And crying she did, big, shameful tears between promises of good behaviour and begging for him to stop, begging for the panties not to come down, begging for the ginger not to be used. The wooden bath brush he had brought with him had not gone to waste either, and she could still feel its heavy head falling on her poor little bottom. In reality, the spanking hadn’t lasted that long. Five minutes? Maybe ten? But he had spent at least as much time scolding her in between burst of spanking. And the shame of it had been worse than the pain. But then, he had told her that he loved her, and he had finally given her the kiss and cuddle that she had been craving all day. Had she done it all just because she had felt that he hadn’t paid enough attention to her? Surely, she wasn’t that childish… Surely…

Still, her heart had been as light as her bottom was hot as she had trotted to the corner. She knew that while she was standing there, he was on the bed, reading, and keeping an eye on her while she cooled off. Then, in a while… Well, they were in the bedroom, and she was already half naked so… She was pretty sure of what would happen next. After all, she was used to it.

Nova and Nadleehe

The following is a series of commissioned images and stories that were made over the years… Hopefully, it all reads well together! The commissioner herself is Native American, these are her Original Characters. Enjoy!

“Well, well, well… Look what the cat brought in? What are we going to do with you, young lady?” a feminine voice purred from behind Nova as she woke up. She wanted to answer, to ask a dozen questions, to cry her defiance… but the hard gag in her mouth prevented her. She struggled against the tight ropes binding her to a chair, feeling them bite into her skin. Who was speaking to her? Where was she? She couldn’t remember a thing. The young native tried to look behind her, but there was no-one to be seen.

“I like your legwarmers…” the voice came again. “Very stylish… Are you a Native, then? Never met one before…”

Once more, she turned her head around, trying to see who was talking. The voice had a sing-song quality to it, an accent she hadn’t heard before. Not from around here, then… If only she could remember where she was… Suddenly, she felt someone tugging at the ropes, making sure they were secure, tightening them against her naked arms and denim jacket. She shivered, unsure of whether it was from fear or a tingle of pleasure.

“Better make sure, you know?” the voice said. She felt hands on her shoulders and a voice whisper in her ear, “I wonder what your name is…” Fingers ran up her neck, playfully.

Finally, the woman stepped in the light in front of Nova. Her skin was pale and freckled, her hair a fiery red. “I’m Saoirse,” she said, “and you and I are going to have some fun…”

*Smack!* Another slap landed on her warmed behind, eliciting a muffled moan from behind her ball gag and a jolt of her legs. For an instant, she wanted to put her hand up to cover her exposed cheeks, but thought the better of it. The other girl had been very clear about it. “You are going to take your punishment without complaining,” she had said, sternly. “You know you deserve it!”

And deep down, she did. The previous night had come back to her in fragments. Loud music, lots of drinks… Hopefully nothing more, but enough to have her stumble home in a daze. Well, what she’d thought was home, anyway. She could see why Saoirse had been less than happy when she’d discovered a total stranger had broken into her house, and was now sleeping in her bed. Nova thought back to her waking up, the tight ropes against her skin, the frisson of powerlessness… And the redhead teasing her.

Saoirse had said that she was going to play with her young captive, and, true to her word, play with her she did. *SMACK!* went another one, a little harder, the hand lingering on her bottom a little too long to be solely punitive. Nova could feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes; her bottom felt warm, painful, and yet… She knew the spanking was barely getting started. And, truth be told, she didn’t know whether she wanted it to stop just yet.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* The slaps were peppering her bottom, coming faster, harder as the punishment went on. In her sing-song accent, Saoirse kept teasing her, lecturing her, tenderly mocking her. She was enjoying herself, Nova thought, enjoying having her at her mercy. She had pulled her jeans down —thankfully keeping her precious legwarmer up— then her panties had followed; before she’d known it, her bottom was bare for Saoirse to admire and punish in equal measure. She felt her other hand holding her firmly in place; she felt the gag in her mouth preventing her from answering; she heard the smile in Saoirse’s voice.

Submissive, humiliated, Nova didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to think. Was she… Enjoying this? She didn’t even know if that was possible. She had never explored any of her kinks, and yet… First the ropes, now this… Emotions were swirling inside her, each heavy slap falling on her sore cheeks another mix of fear, pain and desire.

*SMACK!* the spanking continued, and with each slap, the promise of lots more to discover.

***

While Saoirse was having her fun with Nova, Nadleehe, who’d been tied up for a while in the room next door, was left with her surprised thoughts…
 “Nova?! Why is she doing in the home of my date? Oh boy!!… Saoirse really took a liking to herif she is spanking her before me!! No wonder she left me for a while saying she was going to her room to get changed for me…. Still can’t believe Nova got mixed up in one of my dates! I’m surely going to hear it from her later!”

Saoirse, having put Nova in the corner with a red bottom, finally came in and said “Well well, Nadleehe, you never told me about your other cute friend before… Love how you both dress alike…. Now, now, don’t feel so jealous, it will be your turn next, sweetie… I picked Nova first since I found her sleeping in my bed! She was asking for it… But I am saving the best for last, you pretty femboy!”

Saoirse, just done spanking Nova, was admiring her handiwork. Nova’s face was as red as her behind, blushing perhaps from the humiliation, or maybe from the realisation that she had… Enjoyed her first spanking?…

“Well, well, Nova,” the redhead said, “Enjoyed your first time being punished? Too shy to admit it, perhaps?…” She passed her nails over the young Native’s spanked bottom and continued, “You’ve got such a cute, soft litte but… I’d love to have more fun with you, but because of you, I’ve kept my actual date waiting for far too long… So back to the chair you go!”

With speed and confidence born of experience, Saoirse tied Nova up to the chair again. “Lucky you, you get to see what I do to your friend here… I guess I should have said that we’d been dating for a while!” She turn to her other guest, tied up to the second chair

“And you, Nadleehe!” she said, “You never told me  you had such a cute friend… Is she from the same tribe as you?”

There only was a muffled answer.

“Silly me, silly me,” Saoirse continued untying Nadleehe but leaving the gag in, “With both of you gagged, it’s probably better to save the questions for later… And better get to the pounding! I hope your little fembutt is as soft as Nova’s…”

She sat down on the chair to which Nadleehe had been tied. “Over the lap you go!” she announced.

As Saoirse pulled down Nadleehe’s pants, the young native’s face got even more red than Nova’s had been. Saoirse soon knew why as she felt their erect cock pressing against her bare leg. She blushed as well.

“My, my!” she said with a smile, “It seems you are getting really excited about your first spanking, aren’t you? And you’re the first femboy I get to spank… Especially one who is Two Spirited… My favourite date for sure…”

She raised her hand, and with a grin, she began to spank…

Titan

The story is from the commissioner:

One Saturday, Raven and her group of friends were on their way to the beach after seeing a movie.

Making their way down the street, talking back and forth, Raven could sense despair. She looked around and then a wave of black smoke in the air signalled a fire. The group of ten run down the street while calling 911.

The fire department had not arrived yet, though you could hear the screaming of sirens. The 5-story building was in a blaze. The fire was hot enough to feel it from the other side of the road. Knowing there were people inside, Raven knew she had to do something.

She snuck away from her friends, since to them she was only Rachel Roth. Going around the trees behind them, she teleported inside the burning building. She took a deep breath and made her way to the people inside.

A mother holding her kids on the floor were the first people she got to. “Raven!” the little boy yelled cheerfully as his hero appeared to have blown away the burning hot door that had trapped him and his family. He rushed to hug her “please help us” he cried with tears in his eyes. Raven got to his level “It is going to be okay” she said in her monotone voice. She waved the family over. Using her powers, she moved the burning debris to make a path as they made their way to collect people alone the way out. She took no fear away from them, though she did give them courage.

Once the fire department got there, the fire was dying down, Raven had tried to snuff what she could and guided everyone out.  Everyone cheered as a large group of people ran out unharmed.

Though something was not right. Raven sensed there was someone left. She turned and went back inside looking for the last soul.

An elderly woman in her room clinging on to her cane. She was frozen in fear. Raven, like many times before blew the door off. She saw the woman “it is okay, you are safe now” the woman shook her head as she did not want to leave. She did not want to let go of the pictures and belongings she had because that was all she had left of her late husband.

Raven nodded, looking around. She didn’t want to tarry, but she knew that it was not only lives that would be lost to the fire, but memories as well.

Outside, a black dome covered the building. The air inside was burned by the fire until there was no fire left.

Meanwhile Rachel’s friends called out for her, they started to worry.  As the old woman stepped outside as well, one of Rachel’s friends spotted her coming from behind the burnt building. “What the hell? What were you doing back there?” One of them yelled, worried.

Unable to tell her friends what had happened or why it looked as if she put herself in danger, they scolded her as they walked to the beach.

They set up a small campfire and sat around it and talked about the movie they had seen, though they could not get over how Rachel had put herself in danger. They talked and then came up with the idea to teach the new girl of the group a lesson. One of the girls took Rachel’s arm and pulled her over her lap and pulled her pants down.

“You could have hurt yourself! You need to let the professionals and the heroes help other people and not put yourself in danger!” Her friend scolded her.

Rachel yelped and begged “you don’t understand” she pleaded to no avail. After ten minutes Rachel was passed to Dan, the guy next to Beth. He began spanking Rachel over his lap over and over, scolding her the same about how they are all worried about her.

After Ten minutes of spanking by Dan she was passed again to another friend who continued her punishment.  All five of Rachel’s fiends took turns spanking her on the beach around the campfire. Rachel just cried, tears running down her face as her butt burned from the stinging pain of her long, hard spanking.

Though her butt was sore, and she was humiliated, she still couldn’t tell them that she was Raven of the Titans!

Premières fois

« Alors, heureuse ?

—Oui oui…

—Bah quoi ? Qu’est-ce qu’il y a ?

—Ben rien, rien…

—J’ai fait comme tu voulais, non ?

—Oui oui…

—Sur les genoux, à la main d’abord…

—Oui, c’était bien…

—Et pas trop fort au début, puis progressivement plus intense.

—Mmmhm, voui.

—Et j’ai gardé ta culotte un peu plus longtemps, t’as vu ?

—Oui, j’ai remarqué…

—Ça prolonge un peu…

—Oui, enfin, t’aimes ça, aussi, Thomas…

—Oui, j’aime bien… Le rouge qui apparait petit à petit quand je la baisse…

—Il est fier…

—Bah oui, non ?

—Sûrement…

—Bah pourquoi t’es pas contente, alors, Julie ?

—J’ai pas dit que j’étais pas contente…

—T’avais dit pas la spatule, alors j’ai fait avec ton petit paddle.

—Ah bah je sais, je le sens encore…

—En cuir, tu préfères, non ?

—Oui oui…

—Ça fait de jolies marques, en plus

—Tu trouves ?

—Ah oui, j’aime beaucoup

—D’accord…

—Bon… C’est les coups sur les cuisses, c’est ça ? C’était trop fort ?

—Ben non, ça change, c’est bien.

—C’était trop long ?

—C’est jamais trop long…

—Trop court ?

—Ben non…

—Trop fort, pass assez ?

—Non, Thomas, d’accord ? C’était bien, exactement comme j’avais demandé.

—Bon, bah je comprends pas.

—Y a rien à comprendre.

—Bah essaye, Julie…

—Bon… C’était… Un peu trop comme je voulais…

—Pardon ?

—Ben c’est pas drôle quand c’est prévisible, quoi. Y a pas de surprise.

—Mais…

—C’est comme voir un film à suspense une seconde fois, c’est moins excitant quand tu sais ce qui va se passer.

—Tu te fiches de moi ?

—Bah non… Ce que j’aime, quand tu me fesses, c’est que c’est toi qui commande, c’est toi qui gères… Si je te dis quoi faire, c’est pas pareil…

—…

—Sois pas fâché, Thomas…

—Chuis pas fâché…

—T’as l’air fâché… Tu veux un bisou ?

—Oui… »

Elle l’embrasse.

« Là, ça va mieux ?

—Moui…

—Bah… Dis-moi, Thomas ? Qu’est ce que tu veux ?

—Je vais te dire ce que je veux… »

Il passe son bras autour d’elle et la bascule sur ses genoux, ses fesses encore rouge, encore nues, bien en évidence.

« On va voir si tu peux prédire ce qui va se passer… »

Alors que la première claque de la seconde fournée s’abat, elle sourit. Il apprend vite, celui-là !

Maddison’s Evil Babysitter

“What?!” Maddison cried. “Mum!! I’m nineteen, there’s no way I’m having a fucking babysitter!”

“Language!” her mother snapped reflexively, “And you better change your tone, young lady.”

“But—” Maddie started

“There is no but!” her mum interrupted, “We are not leaving you alone and later coming home to a party, questionable smells, or you gone to Heaven knows where!”

“But… I have plans and…”

“Exactly, Maddison Jane.”

“Don’t do that…”

“Do what?!

“The middle name thing…”

Her mother shook her head. “Anyway, this is Jenny, and, like I said, she’ll be your babysitter for tonight.”

“Mum.”

“Mmh?”

“She’s like, barely older than I am!”

“I’m twenty-two,” said Jenny, adjusting her glasses. Her voice was soft and she seemed friendly enough at first glance. Probably a fucking nerd too, high-flying student, well behaved, blah blah blah. Maddie could see why her mum had chosen her; she was probably all she wanted her daughter to be. Well tough, mum, all you’re getting is me, she thought.

“See?” Maddie said, “Barely older!”

“Well that’s great, isn’t it, dear? You’ll have a lot in common and you can make a new friend,” her mum said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“I’m an adult! Not a fu—”

“Language! I’m warning you!”

“Fine! Still! I’m not a baby and I don’t need a sitter!”

“And you think throwing a tantrum is the best way to demonstrate that?” asked her mother, unimpressed.

Maddie saw a little smile creasing the corner of Jenny’s mouth. That bitch. She was enjoying the show, wasn’t she?!

“I’m not!” she protested.

“Good. Then you’ll behave like a grown-up and do what you’re told without arguing.”

“Yeah, I’ll behave like an adult all right; I’m going to go out and do whatever I want!”

“As long as you’re living under this roof, young lady, you’ll obey the rules!”

“But it’s not fair!”

“It’s not about fairness.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it about, then?”

“It’s about keeping you safe, and not having to clean-up the house when we come back.”

“But mum!”

“And I’m not getting you from the police station again!”

“But that was…”

“Yes, yes, Zara, your friend,” her mother shook her head, “Not the first time… Now, where’s your father? We’re going to be late.”

“Mum, you’re not listening…”

“There is nothing to listen to. Until you show us that you can be responsible, I won’t leave you with no supervision.”

Maddison bit her lips, trying really hard to keep it in. She knew that her mother was right, in a way, if she went out, Zara would be there and well, things did usually get a little crazy when Zara was around. But God dammit, she was an adult, and she could make her own mistakes! More to the point, she could deal with the consequences. Besides, she’d never been in that much trouble. She could feel the rage bubbling inside her. It was so unfair. Her mum was treating her like a child, like a baby. Unfair, and stupid. Her mum could be nice, sometimes, but when it came to rules and discipline, she was such a freaking bitch!

She heard Jenny gasp.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” her mother screamed.

Maddie’s eyes widened in fear and confusion. Had she… Had she said it out loud?

“I-I…” she stammered.

“Well that does it!” her mother snapped, furious. “Jenny, let me show you what to do with this one when she constantly chooses not to behave.”

She grabbed her daughter by the wrist and pulled her over to the sofa.

“What? Mum! No!” Maddison protested, “Please! I’m sorry! Mum!”

“Oh I’m sure you are, and you’re about to be a lot more…” her mother hissed between gritted teeth.

Jenny said nothing and pushed her glasses back up her nose a little. This was going to be an interesting night, she thought. She tried to keep her smile from getting wider.

Maddie’s mum sat down on the sofa and all but threw her pleading daughter over her lap. For all her claims of being an adult and for all her claims of being able to deal with the consequences of her actions, Maddie still found herself regularly begging for mercy over her mother’s lap, her bottom sore from the spankings she had never stopped deserving.

Her mum didn’t lose time and poured a dozen slaps over her skirt as she wriggled and cried out.

“Mum!” she begged, tears of shame in her eyes. “I didn’t mean it!”

“And yet,” her mother said, a hard slap crashing down on her daughter’s round bottom, “you did say it!”

“I’m sorry!” Maddie cried between two moans of pain.

The slaps kept coming, kept falling down, echoing in the living room. The curtains were open, and she hoped that nobody would be peering in at that moment. With each slap, she felt the burn increase, she bunched her fists and screwed her eyes shut to try and dull the pain.

There was a little cough and a voice said, “Ma’am?”

It was Jenny’s. Fucking Jenny was watching her getting spanked like a child. I bet she’s enjoying this, Maddie thought… and felt herself blush under the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her mother paused for a moment and looked up at the babysitter, “Yes?” she said.

“Does Maddison usually get to keep her skirt on when she is… punished?” asked Jenny, with a little tilt of her head.

Oh you bitch, oh you absolute fucking bitch, Maddie thought, why don’t you suggest she use she cane while you’re at it?!

“No, you’re right,” said her mother, and Maddie gritted her teeth to prevent her from making it worse by speaking her mind.

“Mum! You really don’t need to…” she said in the sweetest tone she could manage, “I’ll be good,” she continued, “I’ll stay home, I’ll behave, okay? I’ll do whatever, Mum, please!”

“I think you need a proper lesson if you think swearing at me in front of a guest is acceptable, Maddison Jane.”

“Mum!” she pleaded. It was in vain. She felt her mother’s hand grab the hem of her skirt and pull it up to reveal her reddened cheeks. She kicked her legs and tried to get away, but her mother’s other hand was keeping her firmly in place and the slaps started anew, and with what felt like renewed vigour. It seemed that her mum was now making a point, for Jenny’s benefit no doubt. With the skimpy pair of panties that she was wearing, Maddie knew that the other young girl wasn’t missing any part of the humiliating spectacle. Her cheeks bounced and clenched under the onslaught, her mother’s handprints now fully covering them in red, painful marks. Maddison was openly crying now, all pretence of dignity forgotten in the slight hope that her mother would take pity on her and stop.

A few dozen slaps later, she did, and asked her daughter “Well, Maddison?”

The girl sniffled and tried to dry her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, mum,” she said in a little voice.

“You’ll behave?”

“Yes, mum…”

“You’ll be nice to Jenny?”

“Yes, mum…”

“Will you go out?”

“No, mum…”

Her mother nodded and rubbed Maddison’s burning bottom “Good girl,” she said, “get up.”

Maddie did as instructed, and pulled her skirt down with quick, clumsy pulls. She didn’t look at Jenny or her mum, keeping her eyes down on the floor. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame just as much as her bottom burned with pain. She crossed her arms and stayed silent.

“All right,” her mother said, “Do you need anything, Jenny?”

“Oh no, I think we’ll be fine, ma’am…”

“Oh don’t be silly, call me Carol”

“All right! We’ll be fine, Carol, don’t worry about it, just enjoy your evening!”

“Ah, we will, just as soon as my husband decides to show up…”

As she said it, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Everything all right here?” the man asked.

“Yes,” said Carol, “Just having a little talk with Maddison…”

“Maddie…” said her dad, seeing the wet trails on her cheeks and knowing full well what had happened.

She said nothing.

“And this is Jenny,” said the mother, gesturing towards the babysitter.

“Nice to meet you, sir!”

“Michael, please”

Jenny nodded with a pleasant smile. “Well, I hope you’ll both have a fantastic evening!”

 I bet you do, you brown-nose suck-up, Maddie thought.

And like that, with a few more pleasantries, her parents left, and it was just the two of them.

“So…” Jenny started.

“Don’t you even dare…”

“Don’t I dare what?”

“Try to make friend, pretend to be nice”

“I’m not pretending?”

“Oh yeah? Fantastic idea to have my mum pull my skirt up, mate, thanks!”

“I was just asking out of curiosity…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Language, Maddison…”

Maddie’s eyes widened with fury

“Who do you think you are, huh?!” she yelled, pointing a finger at her.

“At the moment, I’m your babysitter, Maddison Jane, and your mother’s been very clear about what was to happen if you didn’t behave…” she smiled. Always that kind, pleasant smile, but Maddie could see the mean spark in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t…” said Maddie, hesitating.

“What?”

“S-spank me…” she said quietly.

“Oh no?” the other girl said.

She looked her straight in the eyes “I wouldn’t let you!”

“Right. Well, let’s hope we don’t have to test that theory, huh?” said Jenny, still smiling.

“Yeah, let’s” Maddie said in her most venom-laden tone.

Jenny nodded. “Well, since you’re not going out, you should probably change.”

“Hum, no? I can wear this inside, it’s fine.”

“No.” Jenny said firmly, “I think you should go and put some PJs on.”

“What?!”

“I think you heard me.”

“All right, I think you might have misunderstood something here. I’m nineteen, yeah? I don’t know what kind of kids you usually deal with, but I don’t need to be told what to do, okay?”

“I think it’s pretty clear that you do need to be told what to do, Maddison. For one, your parents think you still need a babysitter, it seems, and for two, I can feel the heat radiating from your bottom right now. Not making the right choices, are we?”

“You f—”

“Ah, ah!” Jenny cut her off with a wag of her finger, “Language, remember?”

Maddie said nothing, and she glared.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl, and you are going to go put your pyjamas on.” Jenny’s tone was cold as ice, despite her eternal smile. Her fucking smile. “Where’s your bedroom?” she continued.

Maddie shrugged and made a gesture with her head.

“Use your words, Maddison…”

“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Doing what, Maddison?”

“Pissing me off!!”

Jenny shook her head, “Maddie, Maddie, Maddie… Is it okay if I call you Maddie?” She didn’t wait for an answer and continued “I have given you a warning for your language already, and it seems to me that you are choosing not to do as you’re told right now…”

“Stop it!”

“If you continue, there will be consequences, Maddie, you understand?”

“Stop. It!”

“I’m going to count to three…”

Maddie threw her arms up “Fine! God’s sake… I’ll put my gosh darn pyjamas on, all right? Will you leave me alone then?”

“As long as you behave, we shouldn’t have any issue, should we?”

Maddie stomped away without an answer and slammed her bedroom’s door shut. She was seething. How dare that nerd tell her what to do! She was clearly some kind of pervert who got off on controlling people. Little straight-A angelmy arse! She was evil, there was no other way. Who accepts to babysit a nineteen-year-old anyway? Where had her mum even found her? Grumbling and muttering, she took her skirt off, wincing as it rubbed against her tender bottom. She threw it on the floor, where her top and bra soon joined it. Nearly naked but for the little pair of knickers that barely covered her generous behind, she twisted around to look at the damage in the standing mirror that lay against the far wall. Yeah, she’d had worse, she thought. The redness made it strangely appealing, something she would never admit to herself. With a resigned sigh, she grabbed a pair of pyjama bottoms and top from the floor where she had left them that morning and put them on unceremoniously.

She looked around for her phone. She needed to tell Zara she wouldn’t make it tonight. She’d have to invent some bogus excuse, there was no way she was telling her friends that she had a babysitter. She had had her fill of humiliation for the night, thank you very much. Now where was that damn phone? She had left it in the living-room, she realised. Great.

Coming out of her room, she promised herself she would just ignore Jenny. Keep your mouth shut, be patient, it’s just one evening, she told herself. She could do this. Surely…

“D’aww, look at you!” Jenny said as she came back into the living room, “These are some cute PJs! Where did you get them?”

Maddie forced the fakest of smiles “Oh I can’t remember, Jenny, I’m so sorry, I wish I could be of assistance, really.”

Jenny raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Yeah, you keep your trap shut, Maddie thought. She looked around the room. Where was that damn…

“Looking for this?” Jenny asked, holding the phone up.

“Yes,” said Maddie, tersely.

“Well?” Jenny pouted

“Well what?”

“Are you going to ask for it?”

Maddie closed her eyes and let a breath through her nose. Stay calm, you can do this.

“Can I please have my phone back?” she asked, sugar-sweet.

“I don’t think you need your phone, said Jenny, bringing her arm down.

“What?!”

“It’s not good to be staring at phones before bed, don’t you know? Very bad for your sleep.”

“Yeah, well, I still need to text my friends”

“I’m sure they’ll manage without you.”

“Yes,” Maddie said through gritted teeth, “they will manage, but it’s polite to tell them, isn’t it?”

“Right, well, tell me what to write and I’ll send it for you”

“I’m not letting you use my phone!”

“Oh? Why not?” asked Jenny with a grin.

“Because it’s my phone! What’s wrong with you?”

“That’s all right, like I said, your friends will manage.”

“Listen here, Jenny…”

“Yes Maddison? I’m listening?”

“I’ve done as you asked, okay? I’m not going out, I’ve got my PJs on, I’m not yelling right now…”

“So, you have achieved basic standards of behaviour, well done, Maddie!”

Maddison paused for a moment to let the anger recede.

“Just let me have my phone, okay?”

“No.” Jenny said, simply.

“But why?”

“I told you, it’s bad for your sleep!”

“One text. I’ll do it in front of you. That’s reasonable, right?”

Jenny put a finger to her lips and looked up at the ceiling, feigning to think about it. Infuriating. This was all a game to her wasn’t it? That little evil bitch

“All right, one text,” she said, finally, and offered the phone to Maddison. The girl grabbed it without a word and quickly typed a message to her group chat. She wasn’t feeling well, couldn’t make it tonight, blah blah blah. Something about food poisoning or whatever.

“Done?” the babysitter asked, her hand palm up.

“Yeah…” Maddie said, not handing it over yet. Jenny flexed her finger.

“The phone, young lady.”

“Don’t you ‘young lady’ me! You’re barely older than I am!”

“Yet, I’m in charge. The phone. Now.”

“You know what? Fuck you! I’m done playing your games!”

Jenny got up without saying a word and panted her hands on her hips.

“You have until the count of three, young lady,” she said with a grin. She didn’t even bother hiding her enjoyment, dropping all pretences.

“You have until the count of three to go fuck yourself, more like!”

Jenny’s smile only widened. “Suit yourself,” she said, and closed on Maddison.

“Don’t you dare!” the girl cried.

“Oh I don’t think I’m giving you a choice, Maddie”

“I’ll call the police!”

“And tell them what? That your babysitter is being a big meanie? Listen to yourself, Maddie… Your own mother doesn’t trust you, and you still get spanked like a little girl. I’m guessing that happens often, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up!”

“How mature of you… Clearly, you have taken a wrong turn somewhere, and you need to be put back on the right track…”

“I don’t… I don’t need the likes of you to give me lessons, okay?”

“The likes of me?”

“Yeah… Little miss perfect over there… You think you’re sooo much better than me, don’t you?”

“I think you could do so much better, that is true…”

“I’m never going to be like you, okay? I…”

“You don’t have to be like me, Maddie”

“Well good, I’d rather kill myself”

“That’s not very kind, now, is it?”

Maddie shrugged. “Just saying what I think.”

Jenny nodded. “Are you done, then?”

“With?”

“Your little tantrum?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’m telling you what’s going to happen, Maddison…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. I’m going to take you over my knees”

“Yeah, right”

“And I’m going to spank you.”

“Sure, sure…”

“And then we’ll see what we can do to put your life back on track.”

“What? Who do you think you… Just… Listen to yourself!”

“Do you like your life right now, Maddie?”

“Well, I don’t like right now, I can tell you that”

“It’s not what I’m asking, and you know it, Maddie, don’t you? Do you like getting in trouble all the time? Do you like being treated like a child? Being grounded and spanked? Do you like that you can’t trust yourself to keep out of trouble?”

“Just fucking stop! You’re not my therapist, okay?!”

Jenny faked a little sigh, “And still with the language… You think you’re mad at me, at your mum… But you know you’re only mad at yourself, right?”

“No! It’s just that I…” Maddison started

“Yes?”

“Forget it.” She looked away.

“No, no, tell me, Maddie”

“…”

Maddison looked down. She couldn’t find the words. She mumbled something.

“I didn’t hear that,” Jenny said, softly.

“I hate it,” Maddison repeated, quietly.

“What do you hate, Maddie?”

“All of it… All you said…” the girl said finally.

Jenny nodded knowingly but said nothing.

“And…” Maddie carried on, “I… I know I could do so much better but I…” she shrugged “I don’t know. I want to change and… I want my parents to be proud but… It’s hard. And it’s not fun, right? I… I don’t want to end up like Zara but, well, she’s my friend. And she’s a nice person, you know?”

“She probably is… But is it really what you need right now?”

“And what, you are?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Did my mum put you up to this? Are you supposed to replace Zara or something? Is that your plan?”

“No, Maddie, I’m not replacing anyone”

“What are you doing, then?”

“The only person who can make it right is you, Maddie. You’re the one in control, ultimately.”

“Yeah, sure feels that way…”

“You can’t choose how you feel about things, but you can certainly choose how you react to them…”

“I guess…”

“It’s true. But I’m not saying it’s easy.”

“And you know that how?”

“Well… You might think I’m little miss perfect, yeah? But no so long ago, I was pretty much where you are now.”

“What?”

“See, you were right in a way, your mum did hire me to help you.

“Meaning?”

“I’m part of an agency that helps struggling young adults get their life back on the rails.”

“Oh God, there’s more of you?”

“Joke all you want, Maddie, but they helped me getting my life back together, and I was in a far worse place than you are now.”

“Right. So you’re Nanny McPhee and you’re going to magically solve all my problems?”

“Ah! I wish it were that easy! Like I said, it’s hard work, Maddie. But you can do it.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Great…”

“Your parents care, you know?”

Maddie scoffed. “Yeah, they sure do…”

“We don’t come cheap… When parents come to us, we know they want the best for their children…”

“If you say so…”

Jenny sat back down on the sofa. “I want to help you, Maddie,” she said, “We all want to help you. But it has to start with you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Do you want to get better?”

“Yes…”

“Do you mean that?” asked Jenny, a look of genuine concern over her face

“Yes!” Maddison said, angrily.

“Right,” Jenny said with a smile, and tapped her lap.”

Maddison looked at her “What? No.”

“That’s the first step, Maddie.”

“No way, I already got a spanking, okay? Bet you enjoyed that…”

“That was… Quite similar to my own experience, if I’m honest…”

Maddie said nothing, here eyes going from Jenny’s lap to her smiling face. “Can you really help?” she said after a while.

“I promise, Maddie.”

Maddison’s shoulders slacked and she shuffled over to the babysitter. Hesitantly, she bent over and place herself over her lap. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Did that… girl just trick her into getting a spanking? She wiggled a little as she struggled with her thoughts.

“Comfy?” Jenny asked, seemingly kind.

Can I even trust her? Maddie thought, she’s evil, remember?

“I guess…”  she said out loud.

The first slap came suddenly. Maddie let out a cry of pain. For her slight build, Jenny’s slaps were surprisingly strong, stronger than her mother’s, even. And she didn’t let up, peppering her already tender bottom with quick, tip-of-the-fingers little smacks that bit like whiplashes. Maddie couldn’t help but kick her legs and tried to protect her bottom with her hand, only to have it pushed away instantly.

“Don’t, or I’ll pin it down your back,” Jenny warned.

“All right, all right! I’m ready to learn now, you can stop!”

“The first step is to let go, Maddie”

“Owww! Let go of what?!”

“Everything, your pride, your shame”

“What does that —Owww!— even mean?”

“I means you need to submit.”

“Submit?”

“Let go. You’re not in charge right now”

“But… Oww!”

Jenny picked up the pace, and the slaps came down harder. Maddie could feel tears rolling down her cheeks again. Letting go? Of what? She was in pain! What did that evil bitch even mean? She new it was just a trap, she knew it! She felt her pyjama bottoms being pulled down. No way!

“Let me go!” she cried

“No, we’re going through with this” Jenny said, pulling the trousers down to her knees, and her panties soon after.

“No! Stop” Maddie begged

“Do you want to be better?” Jenny asked

“Yes! Yes!”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes! But please!”

“Then stop resisting, stop struggling. Abandon your ego.”

“But…”

The slaps started again in earnest, and each of them was more painful than the next, falling hard on her already bruising bottom. She thought about kicking, she thought about struggling, but what was the point? She had accepted this. She knew it wouldn’t work. And besides… shouldn’t she… try?

Maddie closed her eyes and finally stopped talking, stop begging. She felt the pain coursing through her, her bottom burning. She felt the pain, the shame of being exposed, the pain of being treated like a child, the pain of being a disappointment. She hated it. She hated the pain, she hated Jenny, her mother and father, even Zara. But mostly, she hated herself for getting to this point. It hurt, it hurt so bad, and finally, something broke. A knot undid itself in the pit of her stomach and it all came out like a tidal wave of emotions. She started sobbing uncontrollably, big, ugly tears that she did nothing to stop. For a moment, she wasn’t Maddison anymore, she wasn’t Maddie. She lost herself in the moment, in the pain, in the feelings.

Then, as spank after spank continued to fall on her bottom, she started to build herself back up, she remembered all that she wanted to be, she remembered who she could be. She didn’t care anymore about the pain; she didn’t care about the shame. Each slap was more encouragement to be herself. If she could get through this, she could do anything. She was good enough.

“Stop,” she said softly.

There must have been something in her voice, because Jenny did stop, and started gently rubbing the poor girl’s burning buttocks. “I’m proud of you…” she said. Maddie was still softly weeping.

“I need help” she said

“I know, Maddie,” Jenny said, “you’re not alone”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise”

“Can… Can I get up?”

“Yes… But you’re going to have to go to the corner, do you understand?”

“Y-yes…” Maddie hesitated, “Can… Can I get something first?”

“Go ahead…” Jenny said as Maddison got back up and shuffled to her room, her pyjama bottoms still halfway down her legs.

When she came back, she was holding an old, well-worn teddy bear. “For moral support,” she said, and went into the corner, a little smile on her tear-streaked face.

Jenny smiled. There was hope for this one yet.

Juste un café

« Un café ?

—Non, merci. 

—T’es sûr ?

—Bah oui, pourquoi ?

—T’as l’air fatigué.

—Ah bah merci, ça fait plaisir.

—Ben les mensonges, c’est non, Thomas, alors je dis la vérité… 

—Ça ne t’oblige pas à dire tout ce qui te passe par la tête…

—Tellement ronchon…

—Mais non, je suis pas ronchon.

—Grognon, alors ?

—Julie, arrête, si je suis grognon ce sera de ta faute.

—Des excuses, toujours des excuses… P’têt que tu devrais prendre un café ?

—Dis, Julie ?

—Oui mon cœur ?

—Tu cherches.

—Non non.

—Tu cherches, c’est pas une question.

—Je cherche rien du tout, je te propose un café.

—C’est quoi cette obsession avec le café, tout à coup ?

—C’est pas un obsession, c’est de la politesse.

—…

—Quoi ?

—Ben je sais pas, Julie, j’attends de savoir.

—Je vois pas comment je pourrais faire une bêtise qui ait un rapport avec le café, hein.

—On ne sait jamais, tu sais toujours me surprendre…

—T’es méchant… Je voulais juste te faire plaisir, je sais que t’adores le café…

—Euh… Oui ?

—Ça te rend de bonne humeur, tout ça…

—Mais encore ?

—Bah ptêt que tu serais moins fâché…

—Et voilà, on y est…

—Bah c’est pas d’ma faute…

—Julie…

—J’ai un peu oublié les impôts…

—Un peu ? On est mi-Novembre !

—J’ai un peu oublié de payer le gaz aussi…

—Julie !

—En fait, j’ai un peu oublié toutes les factures ce mois-ci…

—Tu plaisantes ?

—Bah je pensais les avoir payées, moi… C’pas d’ma faute… »

Il soupire. Il ferme les yeux et se pince l’arête du nez. Elle baisse les yeux et ne dit rien. Déjà qu’il est pas content, elle ne va pas en rajouter. Elle sent déjà un picotement lui démanger le derrière, comme un présentiment. Sauf qu’il n’y a pas besoin d’être voyante pour savoir ce qui va lui arriver. La seule question c’est si ca va être à la brosse ou à la ceinture.

« Vas chercher la brosse… »

Ah bah maintenant, elle sait…

« Celle en bois. »

Rhooo… Elle déteste celle en bois. Elle fait mal, celle-là. Non pas que l’autre caresse comme la brise, mais celle en bois, elle est pas gentille.

« Et prends ton ordi portable aussi, tu vas faire toutes les démarches pendant que je te fesse !

—Euh… tu veux pas un café d’abord ? »

Parfum

Il sent bon. C’est un peu étrange d’y penser maintenant, lovée comme elle est sur ses genoux, la culotte a mi-cuisses, les fesses en feu. Mais il sent bon. Le bruit de sa main s’abattant sur sa croupe emplit le salon, et elle pousse des gémissements de douleur, des petits cris de honte et des murmures de plaisir. Mais c’est à son parfum qu’elle pense. Elle imagine sa peau contre la sienne, quand il lui fera l’amour une fois ses transgressions pardonnées. Elle ne sait même plus ce qu’elle a fait cette fois-ci —il le lui rappellera bientôt, il aime sermonner quand il la punit. Mais après, il la prendra dans se bras, nue, peut-être, et la prendra tout court sur le lit. Ou le canapé. Ou la table de la cuisine. Elle frissonne. Sa peau contre la sienne, sa main dans ses cheveux, son parfum, sa sueur, ses lèvres. Son cul brûle, la main tombe et tombe et tombe. Elle l’imagine la serrant fort. Elle est trempée, elle le sait. Il peut le voir, c’est sûr. Elle aime ça. Elle se cambre, s’offre à ses mains. Elles lui font mal. Elle aime ça. Il sent bon et elle, elle a envie de lui.

Elle sent bon. Elle sent toujours bon, d’ailleurs. Elle sent bon quand il l’embrasse au réveil, elle sent bon quand il rentre le soir, elle sent bon quand elle minaude et se presse contre lui, espérant échapper à sa fessée. Qu’est-ce qu’elle a fait, déjà ? Là, perdu dans le moment, il ne s’en souvient même plus. Ses fesses rebondissent, se serrent et rougissent au fur et à mesure que sa main frappe. Elle sent bon. Son parfum, ses cheveux, son entrejambe qu’elle ne cache plus, toute pudeur oubliée. Il a envie d’elle. Elle mérite sa punition, ça, il le sait, mais une fois pardonnée, il la prendra dans ses bras, nue, peut-être, et la prendra tout court sur le lit. Ou contre le mur. Ou dans la douche. Il la sent frissonner. Il imagine sa main caressant son dos, ses jambes, ses fesses encore brûlantes. Il imagine ses lèvres baisant son cou, la chaleur de sa peau, son parfum, sa chaleur. Elle gémit tandis que sa main tombe. Elle frisonne. De honte ? De plaisir ? Elle est presque à bout, presque pardonnée. Il passe sa main entre ses cuisses. Elle gémit plus fort. Il veut se perdre dans ses bras, dans son parfum. Une dernière claque, un dernier gémissement. Il la relève et l’embrasse, goûtant le sel de ses larmes sur ses lèvres.

Dieu qu’elle sent bon.