Last time, mom!

Melany had had enough. It just had to stop, and it would stop tonight. She had spent an hour or so getting ready, putting her makeup on, straightening her long, dark hair, changing her outfit three times before settling on the first one that she had tried. The usual. She hadn’t been out in ages and she was intending on having fun. What she was not intending on was her mum coming along for the ride. Again.

It had started in the summer. Her parents had gotten divorced (for the best, really), and her mum had needed a chance of place (her words). Therefore, she had decided to join her daughter Melany in California, where the young brunette was attending college. At first, Melany had been quite happy to have her mum around, as Michigan was too far for regular visits. Her mum worked from home, and she offered to move in together, even do her laundry like when she was still living at home in the Great Lake State. It was cute, and the two had always gotten along. So Melany had said yes.

Then her mum had started feeling lonely. To Melany’s horror, she had downloader Tinder, and even gone on a few dates. Thankfully, none that had gone so well that she’d brought a man to their cosy flat. But the thought made Melany shiver. Still, she was supportive. Her mum deserved to be happy, that wasn’t the issue. No, the issues had started when Sheila —her mum— had suggested they go out together.

“You want to go have diner some place?” Melany had asked.

“No, go out out,” her mum had answered.

And so they’d done just that. Once, twice, five times. Now every time Melany got herself ready, her mum ran to the bathroom and started doing the same. Not only that, her mum partied hard. After a few weeks, she was already getting a reputation, and not a particularly good one. The shots of tequila and the borderline grinding on boys at the club had forced Melany to drag her mum home the last time they’d been out.

So tonight, it would stop.

Melany admired herself one last time in the mirror —long legs clad in a short skirt, hair and eyebrows on fleek, revealing but-not-too-revealing top, she was ready for a fun night. She stepped out of her bedroom. Her mother was in the corridor, putting her heels on. She was wearing a short dress that was way too tight for Melany’s comfort. To be fair to her mother, Sheila had kept herself in shape, and was a beautiful woman still. The milf jokes in college had been relentless.

“Mom…” Melany started.

“Oh please, sweetie! I know you said last time that I embarrassed you, but I promise I will be on my best behavior tonight!”

“Mom… I love you, but maybe I could have one night out on my own, for a change?”

“Oh but sweetie, I got myself all pretty and…”

Melany sighed.

“I’m not dragging you out of the club again!” she said,

“No no, I promise! Best behavior, nothing embarrassing,” her mum replied.

Melany pouted.

“You remember what would happen when I misbehaved as a kid?” she asked, innocently.

“When bratty Melany came out?” her mother said with a smile.

“Yeah, that…”

“Well, I…” her mum stuttered

“You spanked me, right?”

“Well, hum, yes…”

“So, if you don’t behave tonight…”

“Oh, you can’t possibly mean…” Sheila said, blushing.

Melany crossed her arms.

“Either you agree to it or I’m going alone.”

It was Sheila’s turn to pout, blushing hard.

“I’m not going to embarrass you…” she started.

“Mom! Promise me,” the young girl insisted.

“I promise!”

“And if you do embarrass me?” asked Melany again.

“Then… you can s-spank me…” her mum stammered, a nervous finger on her lips.

Melany nodded, “I’ll hold you to it!” she said, then went to the door, and they both left for the club.

Not two hours later, the door opened again, and a furious Melany was dragging her mother in by the wrist.

“But sweeeetie!” the older woman was saying, “It was just a couple shots and…”

“You were GRABBING his BUTT in middle of the dancefloor, MOM!” Melany yelled.

“Well, it was quite firm, really…”

“Mom, you’re drunk!”

“Oh, maybe, but it’s so fun!”

“That guy is in my class, mom!”

“Well, you didn’t tell me they had nice asses in your class, you know!”

“MOM!”

“Whaaat?” Sheila asked, smiling.

“You remember what we said, right?”

“About what?”

“About you embarrassing me again!”

“Oh that… You didn’t really mean it, sweetie, did you?”

“Oh, didn’t I?” Melany said with a glare.

“You wouldn’t spank your own mother…” Sheila said, shaking her head with a grin. “Now if that boy was to put me over his knees…”

“MOM!” Melany yelled again, and still holding her mum’s wrist, she pulled a chair. Sitting down, she forced the older woman over her lap. Drunk as she was, it took Sheila until the first slap landed on her firm behind to realise what was going on.

“Oww!” she cried out, “Melany? What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a while ago,” her daughter said, landing five slaps in quick succession on her mother’s rear. The woman wriggled her bottom, trying to escape or avoid the heavy slaps somehow, but Melany was holding her firmly in place, and slap after hard slap landed with only the thin fabric of the dress and panties to shield her bottom.

After twenty more, Sheila was feeling the warmth growing in her behind. “All right, okay!” she cried out, “You’ve made your point! I’ll be good.”

“Really, mom?” Melany frowned. “I think I remember my spankings being a lot more bare.”

“Y-yes but…”

“Oh no ifs or buts, mom,” said her daughter with a vicious grin. How she had dreamed of this as a teenager when her mum pulled her over her lap. This was payback, she thought, for spanking her in front of her friends that one time. The dress came up, and her hand fell down hard again, and again, and again. By then, her mother was clearly sobering up, and feeling the pain and humiliation much more clearly. The amused comments became little cried, became pleas, became tears.

“All right! I’m sorry! Melany, please…”

The pink cheeks were turning red, much to Melany’s delight, but she wasn’t done yet. The panties were still covering most of her mother’s round, toned bottom, and there was no way they would stay up. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll agree that your panties must come down as well, right?” she asked.

Her mother gasped. “No, please…” she said, “this is so humiliating already…”

“Oh is it?” Melany said with a frown, “And you think my mom groping boys in the club in front of me isn’t?”

“Melany, sweetie…”

“Men your own age from now on, Mom!”

“Yes, sweetie…”

“And don’t even think about bringing one in here!”

“Y-yes, sweetie” her mother sobbed.

“Am I taking your panties down?”

“I…”

“Do you deserve a good, bare bottom spanking?”

Sheila didn’t answer but didn’t protest further when her daughter grabbed her panties’ waist band and lowered them to mid-thigh. From then on, there was nothing but raw pain and the sound of hard slaps filling the room, punctuated by Sheila’s sobs and sniffles. She knew her daughter and how she always achieved what she set her mind to. This spanking was going to end when Melany decided it would, and not a second before. Sheila’s bottom and thighs were burning, probably bright red by now, and she wondered if she would be able to sit at all come the morning. At the very least, she would be sleeping on her side tonight, she knew.

Still, she thought, that boy in the club had had one hell of a cute ass.

Asking for it

I’m not saying that she was asking for it, but as I closed the door to our tiny apartment, she was lying over the back of the sofa, her tight skirt-clad bottom gently swaying up in the air, enticing me, beckoning me over. Next to her, precariously balanced on the back of the sofa was a hairbrush, a silicon spatula and a belt, waiting for me. From the tightness of her skirt, I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She didn’t say a word and shook her bottom a little more, as if a taunt.

Not one to go against her wishes, I uncuffed my shirt and rolled up its sleeves. I appreciate comfort, you see, and I didn’t want to give her a subpar performance. After all, she had gone through all that trouble to… lie around waiting for me, I guess. There probably were a hundred reasons for her to deserve a spanking, and, truthfully, I didn’t really need to know which one had brought that about right then and there.

Instead, I put the tip of my fingers in the small of her back, and felt her shiver. A small moan escaped from her lips, and I noticed that she was wearing a blindfold. One hand still on her back, the other slid across the skirt and cupped her round cheeks. She shook her bottom a little more, pushing it into my hand. I went down to her thighs and caressed them, seemingly at random, losing my hand between them. Her breathing was getting harder already, and she spread her legs a little.

Bending down, I laid a soft kiss on her right cheek, then immediately followed with a hard slap that pushed her hard against the back of our sofa. She cried out, but said nothing more. I spanked her left cheek just as hard, and she pressed herself against the sofa again. She raised her bottom up, tiptoeing in her heels, wordlessly begging for more. Being a gentleman, I obliged.

Slap after slap, she cried and moaned and heaved. At some point, her skirt had come up, revealing that I had indeed been right and that no underwear was to be found underneath it. Her pearly white cheeks had gone to pink, to red, to bright, deep crimson. I could see that her blindfold was getting wet, and that she was biting her lips not to cry harder. Between her thighs, the pearling wetness was an invitation and I couldn’t help but slide my fingers over it, caressing, probing, and teasing her. She pressed her legs shut and pushed her bottom out. Clearly, it wasn’t time for that yet. I grabbed the hairbrush.

Later, finally satisfied, she ripped the blindfold off, panting. On trembling legs, she got up. Without looking at me, she started walking towards our bedroom. Then, looking back over her shoulders and with her tongue licking her lips, she asked:

“Well? Is that all you’ve got?”

Happy Valentine’s

If I take you over my knee
And punish you mercilessly
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine?

If I spank you with hand and brush
And make both pairs of your cheeks blush
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine?

If I cane your trembling bottom
The colour of leaves in autumn
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine?

If I promise I’ll make you cry
While telling you exactly why
Will you be mine?
Will you be mine?

If I promise to hold you tight
And hold you close throughout the night
Will you be mine, will you opine?
Love, will you be my Valentine?

Silly Mistakes

“Quiet down, please!” the teacher said to the class. The boys stopped chatting as they saw the pile of papers that she was holding.

“Are these our tests, Miss?” a boy named Ryan asked.

“They are. Now, please take a purple pen and go through the annotations as I hand them.”

There was a rustle as the boys dutifully looked into their pencil-cases for the necessary pen. As post-16 students in one of the top grammar schools in the country, all of them were used to weekly tests, and needed little reminder of what to do. Discipline and behaviour had never been an issue.

“Got it!” Ryan said, holding his pen up. “First?” he looked around. “Boys, always competitive…” Miss Moore thought.

With a tut, she put the paper down on the boy’s desk. He gasped.

“What is this?” he asked.

“That’s your test, Ryan,” she said.

“I can see that, but it seems you’ve given me a… C minus?”

“Indeed, Ryan, that’s quite disappointing… Did you revise before this one?”

“Of course I revised,” he said with a frown. “Not that I needed to, this was ridiculously easy. There must be a mistake.”

There was a snicker behind him. “Is that a C, Ryan?” another boy asked.

“No way!” Ryan said, “Miss has made a mistake.”

She huffed. “There is no mistake! I do not make mistakes. Maybe you need to reconsider the amount of effort you should put into your work, young man.”

Ryan frowned and turned the page, quickly scanning through the answers. Miss Moore gave the next boy his test.

“Miss!” Ryan called.

“Not now, Ryan,” she replied tersely, and kept handing out the tests.

“Hey, Ryan!” the boy behind him called, “Look, an A!”

“A plus!” another called out.

“Quiet, boys…” the teacher warned.

“But Miss!” Ryan called again.

“That’s enough, young man!” she snapped. “I can see that you are disappointed with your grade, but it is merely a result of your own complacency. No one else in the class is complaining. In fact, no one else did quite as bad! Maybe next time you will check your work before handing it in, and make sure that you didn’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly, yes? Now I don’t want to hear one more word about it, understood, Ryan?”

Ryan frowned.

“Ryan?” she asked again.

“Yes, Miss… But…”

“Not another word! I’d rather not have to discipline you. Though if I’m honest with you, a result like that should be reason enough for a good spanking!”

There was a OoooooOooooh from the other boys. It had been a long time since any corporal punishment had been needed, and Miss Moore was well fit. More than one boy had dreamed of being pulled over her lap… or the opposite.

She looked at the rest of the class and lifted a finger in warning. “That’s quite enough, boys. You only have twenty minutes to do your corrections, then the lesson’s over. And as for you, Ryan, I would use my time wisely if I were you and try to understand what went wrong so it doesn’t happen again.”

For the next ten minutes, only the rustling of papers and pens could be heard. As the minutes ticked by, Ryan’s frown only deepened, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and rose his hand.

“Miss?” he asked.

Sat at her desk, she slapped it with the tip of her fingers and rolled her eyes. “I thought I made myself clear, young man?”

“Yes, but can I show you something, Miss, please?”

“Yes, yes, if there’s something you don’t understand, I can help you, of course.”

“Poor little Ryan can’t even correct the mistakes himself…” said a voice behind him.

More snickers behind his back, and Ryan felt his cheeks blush in shame and anger.

“Shut up!” he said, turning around.

“Ryan!” Miss Moore said.

“But Miss!”

“I’ve had quite enough of your attitude, young man!” she hissed. “I think you and I are going to have a talk at lunch.”

More ooohs and aaahs.

“But you got it wrong!” he said, “Look!”

He held his test up.

“You’ve marked each question as if it were the next,” he continued. “See? The first one here? It’s correct, right? And this one, look? It goes A, C, D, but you circled A, C, D on the next one. And then the next, and then the next!”

Miss Moore snatched the paper off his hand and started leafing through it, blushing. “I-I…” she stammered.

“Well?” Ryan asked.

“I think…” she started.

“Did he get it right?” one of the boys asked.

“Legend!” another yelled from the back.

“It’s all correct, isn’t it, Miss?” Ryan asked with a smile.

“Y-yes… It appears so…”

“So what you’re saying is…” Ryan continued, grabbing his chair and dragging it in front of the desks. “What you’re saying is that you made a silly mistake?”

“I… Hum, well…” she stuttered again.

“Are you telling me you didn’t check your work before handing it in?” he grinned, “I think you’re the one who needs a lesson, Miss…”

The other boys in the room were gleefully looking at her, arms crossed, a smile on their face. One of them, Ian, went to the door and casually leaned against it. A few already had their phones out.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, Ryan, but…”

“What I’m saying, Miss, is that we expect a high standard of work from you, just as you do from us. That’s only fair, right?”

“Yes. I-I suppose?”

“And you said it yourself, such silly mistakes are reason enough for a good spanking.”

“I… Did I say that? I… Hum…”

“You said it, Miss…” said another student with a wry smile.

“Yup, you did,” chirped another.

“What’s my grade?” Ryan asked.

“A… A plus…” Miss Moore said, hesitantly.

“What was it out of? The marks?”

“One… One hundred and ten…”

Ryan looked around with a grin. “What do you think, guys? One hundred and ten, sounds fair?”

All of them nodded, some of them mouthing “Yeah!”

“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Miss Moore tried, but Ryan was already pulling her over his lap.

Quickly, he landed a series of slaps over her dress. It was clingy enough that he could see the patter of her lacy panties underneath. As she wriggled and protested, he held her firmly in place and only spanked her harder, encouraged by his classmates, several of which were pointing their phones at them.

“Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to dismiss questions, Miss?” he said with a grin, and kept landing hard, open-palmed smacks on her curvy ass.

“Oww!” she yelped in pain, “Please! You’ve made your point!”

“Lift her dress!” one of the boys called. Many others approved. Not one to disappoint his audience, Ryan quickly pulled it up, revealing a white pair of lace knickers under which creamy-white buttocks were turning pink. After a second of admiring the view, he went back to work, much to the delight of the other boys. As more slaps poured down, Miss Moore was blushing from both ends, and tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She was begging and crying out with every other slap, knowing that a classful of boys were staring at her rear, and that a frilly pair of lacy lingerie was all that protected her dignity —the little of it she had left, anyway.

“Have you been counting, Miss?” Ryan asked as his hand hit her wobbling bottom once more.

“Oww! C-counting?”

“The one hundered and ten slaps?”

“W-what?”

Ryan tutted and shook his head, “Were you not paying attention, Miss? I thought the task was quite clear… Such a silly mistake… Should we start again at one, then?”

“N-no! Please! Ryan!”

He nodded to another boy. “Joe. How many?”

“Sixty four,” the other boy said.

“See? We do pay attention, don’t we miss?”

“Y-yes, I-I’m sorry!”

“You said it yourself, you should make sure that you don’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly…”

“Yes… I’m sorry… I…”

“Only forty three to go!” Joe said with a grin.

“No, please!” she moaned.

“Oh yes…” Ryan said with a grin, “But first…”

Pinning her arm behind her back. he grabbed her panties and slowly, almost delicately pulled them down to her thighs, revealing bright red, clenched cheeks. She kicked her legs in protest, but there was nothing the could do. There was palpable excitement in the room, and none of the boys said anything, as if stunned by the view. Big, ugly tears were running down Miss Moore’s cheeks and she screw her eyes shut.

A sudden massive slap made her open them wide again, and she cried out in pain and surprise.

“How many more?” Ryan asked.

“Forty two!” she moaned.

“Well done!” he said and slapped her ass again. And again, and again.

“T-ten!” she sniffled a few minutes later.

“N-nine…”

“Owwwww! Eiiight!”

“Se-e-ven!”

“Six! Six! Oww!”

“Fiiive!”

“F-four, please…”

“Three…”

“Two-Ooow!”

“One! One!”

He held his hand high. “Anything you want to tell us, Miss?”

“I… I…”

“Will you make any more silly mistakes?”

“No! No! I will check my work! I won’t make silly mistakes again! Please”

Just as the final slap landed, the bell went off.

Ryan let his teacher go and got up.

“There you go lads, class dismissed!” he said. Behind him, one hand on her desk, Miss Moore was rubbing her red, painful, punished bottom.

In the hallway

Polly closed the door and stepped into their apartment. She could feel herself blush already. That phone call one the way home had not been pleasant, and she knew very well what was waiting for her. Polly was a bubbly 25-year-old, as upbeat as they came, and she always found a silver lining to every situation. This time, however, there wasn’t any that she could discern.

Nervously, she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear, took her jacket off and hung it in the hallway. James, her boyfriend, was waiting in the living room. She knew he was because he had told her that’s where he would wait for her. He had also told her about what would happen next. In truth, she had hoped she would get away with that one. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on the credit card bill coming in the mail. Isn’t it all online these days? she told herself. She bit her lip. She was stalling, standing there in the hallway like an idiot. She felt a knot in her stomach; she hadn’t been spanked in so long…

Yet, there was desire there too. The spanking would hurt. The shame… Would too, in a different way. But she had been feeling bad about that stupid bill for days, and she craved the catharsis. She craved his hands over her, and around her once he was done. She wanted him to tell her it would all be okay, and that he was going to take care of it. Take care of her.

Oh yes, it would burn. She would cry, and beg, and plead. She would curse her own stupidity, and he would scold her like a child… She shivered. Anticipation? She pressed her thighs together. She was still in the hallway. She knew he had heard her come in —their front door needed a good push to close, it was never a discreet entry. She pulled down on her dress. It felt very short, all of a sudden.

Would he take her panties off? Of course he would. When she was spanked, it was a proper punishment, and a proper punishment was on the bare bottom. She knew that. She hated that. Or did she love it? That moment when the fabric slid down her thighs… It signalled the last stage of the spanking, so to speak, things getting serious. Anything before that was only foreplay.

Foreplay… Was it what it was to her? No, it was a punishment. Pain. Humiliation. Her bottom throbbing in agony, fire radiating from her rear. And fire right between her legs too… She would push her bottom slightly up, parting her leg knowing his eyes would be all over her intimacy. Maybe she would moan. In pain, absolutely, but something else too. She was blushing hard already. Her breathing was heavier.

Would he spank her long? Yes… He had told her already. He wasn’t even mad about the bill. He was mad that she hadn’t told him about it. Especially when it was past due. Maybe, somehow, she had wanted this to happen? She wanted him to take charge… She wanted to lose herself in the comfort of him calling the shots. She also knew the effect her punished bottom had on him. The slaps themselves wouldn’t be the only thing to be hard.

But… He would make her wait. She knew it. He had told her. She would be spanked, she would be punished, then sent to the corner while he dealt with the money. She would have to wait, exposed and deliciously horny for him to come and finally forgive her. Would he take her against the wall? Would he take her in his arm and carry her to the bedroom first? Maybe he had some other thing in mind… He had been waiting for her a while, and he was nothing if not imaginative. She shivered again.

Then she remembered that she was still in the hallway, and that she was still making him wait. Before any of that pleasure, before the forgiveness, there was a spanking waiting for her. A hard, painful, and shameful one. She breathed hard.

And stepped into the room.

Customer service

It was a quiet day, it seemed, and the shop was empty. After the festive rush, it was no surprise. People had had their fill of shopping and crowds for a while. That, or they were all still in a food coma. Bliss, Liam thought. He walked towards the back of the shop and found the till, behind which stood a very bored young woman, staring at and twiddling on her phone.

Liam came to stand in front of the now-ubiquitous plexiglass screen and made a little polite wave.

“Heya,” he said. “Happy New Year.”

“Yes? Can I help you?” the young woman said, a practiced look of indifference on her face.

“Hum, yes, it’s for a return. I bought this for a gift and it—” the man started.

“Do you have a receipt?” she interrupted him.

“Pardon me?”

She rolled her eyes. “A receipt. Piece of paper with the price on it. Proof of purchase, yeah?”

“Hum, I’m not sure, I…” Liam hesitated

“Next!” she yelled, looking behind his shoulder.

“What?”

“No proof, no service. Next!” she yelled again.

He turned around.

“… There’s nobody else here…”

“Right, guess I get a break, then.” She smiled and looked back at her phone

“And my return?”

“Can’t help ya.”

“Could you just take a look?” he asked, ticked.

“Did you find you receipt?”

“No but…”

“Can’t help you.” She cut him.

“Please? It’s unopened.” He showed her.

“Nah.”

“Listen, I’m not trying to be a pain here. I have a customer account here, you can probably—”

“Like I said, nah,” she cut him again

He looked around again. “Can I speak to someone else?”

“What is it, Karen? You want to talk to the manager?” she grinned.

“That’s not what I said. Listen, I’m really not trying to be difficult. I’m just trying to return something and, quite frankly, you’re just being rude, you know?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. The customer is always right, isn’t he? And I, the poor little employee should so whatever you want. Is that it?”

“That is… Not what I said either? I’m fine with just an exchange. See? It’s in perfect condition.” He showed her.

“Nah, you see, I’m very busy, I don’t have time to deal with stuff like that.”

“You… don’t look very busy?” Liam said through gritted teeth, his patience wearing thin.

She waved her phone. “Uh, yeah? I’m talking to people?” she said, dismissively. She looked him up and down. “Yeah, it’s probably not a problem that you’d have…”

He frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means leave me alone, you creep.”

“Right, where’s the owner then?”

“On hols. It’s just you and me. And I’m busy.”

“You’re rude is what you are.”

“Whatever.”

“No, not whatever!”

“What, what are you gonna do, big man? Bore me to death?”

“Clearly, someone should have taught you some manners…”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Can you please leave me alone, thank you. Is that polite enough for you?”

“I would have been gone already if you’d just had a look, you know?”

“Good grief, you just can’t take a hint, can you?” she sighed. She put her phone up and looked at the screen, pouting, “Hey guys!” she said to the phone, “This is the creep that’s harassing me at work! Say hello, creep!” She turned the phone around to face him, and Liam could see himself on video.

“What the hell? Are you filming me?”

“Yeah, say hi!”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Unbelievable…” He turned around and started to walk back out. She came out of her booth and followed him, her phone still held high.

“And there you have it, you guys, that’s how you deal with rude-ass custom—”

Suddenly turning around, he grabbed the phone out of her hand and looked into the camera.

“You think I’m rude? I came here to ask politely for a return”

“Hey! Give it back!” she yelled.

He moved it away from her grasp, still talking to the camera. “This young lady is anything but polite, she thought that tapping away at her phone was more important than actually doing her job.

“Give me my phone!” she yelled again.

“So I think I’ll give her a piece or my mind…” he continued.

“Give me my—”

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward what looked like a footstool. With the girl still protesting and trying to get away, he placed the phone on a shelf, camera still recording. He sat and pulled her over his lap in one fluid movement.

“What are you doing?!” she cried. The camera was pointing at her bottom, perched as it was over his knees. He turned to the camera once more. One of his hands was holding her tight by the waist, his other hand went up.

“And this, you guys, is what happens to rude girls…”

With a resounding ‘SLAP!’, his open palm came down on her rear, making her jump and yelp instantly.

“Stop!!” she cried, but it was much too late.

The smacks, slaps and spanks began pouring down one after another over her short dress, and it wasn’t long before she was crying and wriggling, hopelessly trying to get away from his firm grip. She hurled insults and invectives at him, from comments on his mother’s proclivities to questions about his manhood and what he could go do to himself with an impressive diversity of objects. Through it all, he said nothing, hitting her bottom, her thighs with the satisfaction of someone who’d been dreaming of it for a while.

He grabbed her dress and lifted it up to her midriff, exposing a little pair of white knickers.

“No! What are you doing you fucking pervert??” she yelled.

“What someone should have done a long time ago…” he replied with a grin and pulled the underwear down as well. Without missing another beat, the slaps resumed. Twenty more hard slaps and the pale pink had turned bright red. Thirty more, forty, and she was begging him to stop, kicking her legs, grabbing and holding to his leg. He held her firmly in place, relentless.

“So, do you have other comments to make?” he asked.

“N-no…” she said and sniffed.

“I thought so…”

His hand came down again slammed against her tender, hurt bottom. She cried out and whimpered. “Please…”

“Oh I don’t think so,” he said, the slaps falling without a pause. Left-right, left-right, evenly covering her naked, throbbing cheeks. She moaned and protested, tears rolling down her cheeks. He carried on without a word, enjoying the spectacle of her ass jiggling and bouncing under his undivided attention. Little by little, as her bottom became a darker and darker shade of red, her invectives died down and she started crying more. The insults became begging, became pleading, became apologies.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY!” she yelled at last. He did pause at that.

“Are you going to do your job?” he asked, punctuating the question with a slap.

“Yes! Yes, please!”

“Was it so hard?” Another slap.

“N-no…”

“No sir” Smack!

“Ow! N-no sir!”

“There we go… Get up!” he said with one final slap.

“Oww! Yes, sir…”

As she did so, he reached for the phone and, pointing it to her bruised bottom first, brought it up to her face.

“Something you want to say?” he asked, nodding towards the phone.

“I… I’m sorry… I’ll be m-more professional…” she mumbled

“How should you treat your customers?”

“R-respectfully?”

“And?”

“K-kindly?”

“And?”

“P-p-politely?”

Liam turned to the camera one last time.

“And there you have, you guys! A lesson well learnt!” he said.

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!

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.