Karen Hodge

 

It wasn’t really a shock that my grandmother had passed away she was after all ninety-seven but my mother was naturally more upset so I had agreed to go and help her sort through some of her things. Tim wasn’t too keen on going with me but at thirteen I didn’t want to leave him in the house. Of course he protested saying he was grown up enough but reluctantly he joined me in the car and sat in silence most of the journey.

 

I did feel a little guilty taking Tim away from his friends for the weekend; since his dad left and we moved because of my job he had taken a while to make new friends.

Although to be honest the two boys he hung around with weren’t really my cup of tea. Chris and Ryan were typical boisterous boys with more than a hint of mischief and when ever they came over they had that leering look of undressing me with there eyes.

 

Mum and Geoff my step Dad were of course delighted to see us both and Tim seemed to have got past his sulking stage and in an odd way we all enjoyed going through all my grandmothers’ things. We decided which to keep and which to give to charity. It was Tim that came across one of the oddest items she had hidden away in the bottom of her wardrobe.

 

It was a very old brown leather strap with a slit in one end to make two tails, I could see Mum blush and Geoff gave a wry smile as Tim asked what it was. Mum looked really sheepish while he told Tim it was a “tawse” and that my Grandmother had used it on naughty girls at the school where she worked many years ago. He then laughed and told him that Elaine (my Mum) could tell him a thing or two about it.

 

It was actually news to me that Mum was disciplined with it while she was growing up and she nervously admitted that it was used regularly on the seat of her knickers until she was seventeen. She went on to say that if it was up to her then I might have got it growing up too. It was only the fact that my real Dad didn’t approve of physical punishment. Tim was fascinated with it and even swung it down on a cushion on the sofa and joked that it would be good fun to tan a naughty girl with it.

 

It was Mum’s next comment that made me gasp with surprise when she told Tim he could have it to keep and maybe if I didn’t watch myself it would be my bottom that would keep the family tradition going. They all laughed as I hissed to Mum how dare she say such a thing. Of course all weekend he teased me by saying things like, “I hope you’re going to be a good girl when we get home Mum” making everyone smile as I blushed. I replied quite angrily to stop being so ludicrous only to have Geoff comment “I can see that spoilt attitude you have Karen earning you a sore bottom”, only for Tim to gaze on in amusement.

 

In the car on the way home he even held the tawse in his hands the whole time and began telling me that he thought we should work out some ground rules for to me to follow and maybe even have a contact for me to sign. I was amazed he genuinely expected me to let him have a say in what I did let alone thinking he would ever get to use that stupid thing on my bottom.

 

I was trying to be diplomatic by telling him that it was not really appropriate for a boy his age to consider disciplining a grown woman let alone his own Mother. He responded by reminding me of several of my shortcomings not least of which was my relationship with money. I did use my plastic a lot and often forgot to pay bills on time and bought clothes I didn’t need and never wore. What with me having to concentrate on driving and my guilt at what he was saying it suddenly flashed though my mind to agree to his proposal knowing full well I would keep to the conditions.

 

I easily convinced myself that it would be good not to spend silly money for a while and he would soon get bored and I had treated him like an adult in the decision-making. He responded with a very smug and self-righteous “that’s a good girl Mum” and then with a huge smile on his face “at your age I might even have to take your knickers down”.

 

My mouth fell open at the cheek of him and I was speechless to think of a reply knowing my silence would look like compliance. I couldn’t take the image out of my head of him standing behind me gloating as he removed my knickers and thrashed me with the tawse. Why on earth was I acting so meekly towards him and I had the stark conclusion that it was going to happen for real soon enough.

 

The rest of the journey went by without another word on the subject but I couldn’t think about anything else. I had basically agreed to let my thirteen-year-old son determine how I carried out my life and be punished physically if I disobeyed him. I was thirty-four years old and contemplating having my bare bottom smacked like some naughty girl in a previous decade.

 

Once home I sat and opened a bottle of red wine as Tim said “goodnight” and then with a brief pause “You left the house in quite a mess before we went so I would suggest you did some housework before getting drunk like a common tart”. He sounded just like his Dad, my god how dare he speak to me like that I took a large gulp of wine and replied “oh Tim be a good little boy and just Fuck Off”

 

The moment I said it I felt so ashamed and disgusted at myself, Tim had ran to his room and slammed the door. I took another few sips of wine and went to his door “please can I come in Tim, I’m so sorry”. His reply was totally unexpected “Well go and take your jeans off and fetch the tawse up”. I hesitated trying to decide what to say when he followed “and be quick young lady before I phone Nan and Granddad to tell them what a filthy mouth you’ve got”.

 

This was becoming more absurd and surreal every second and in spite of the fact that I had no idea what was making feel so obedient to him I went to my room and slipped my jeans down my legs and off. For some ridiculous reason I quickly took a clean pair of knickers from my drawer and changed into them. I hurried downstairs feeling totally bemused by my own eagerness to continue this charade.

 

I picked the tawse up from the table and gazed at it for a minute. I tried to tell myself that I was behaving in the most foolish way and to just throw it in the bin and tell Tim that I was the adult here and I did as I pleased. That was all well and good but I was half way up the stairs and with my head shaking from side to side and my mind screaming a silent “NO” I knocked on his door.

 

He opened it and his face lit up with an enormous smile, my hands were held out holding the tawse flat like some kind of offering although it was my bottom I was really offering. He took it from my hands and ushered me inside, the cocky little sod had even pulled his computer chair to the middle of the room and laid a towel over the back. How could he be so sure I would have done as he said? It was too shaming for words s he led me over the chair with my hands flat on the seat and hips resting high on the back. Without my shoes I was practically on tiptoe and could feel the skin on my bottom stretch tight as well as the material of my knickers.

 

His left hand rested on the small of my back just pushing my jumper up a little so he was touching my bare skin above the waistband of my black knickers. I had picked some plain black cotton knickers to cover as much of my bottom as possible. I could feel his body move than a sharp stinging pain across my bum cheeks accompanied with a loud smacking sound. Another caught my cheeks a little lower down causing me to suck a deep breath.

 

“You deserve this don’t you Mum” with no disguising his enjoyment in his voice he delivered another two stinging smacks. I wasn’t going to answer him until he swung much harder and the swipe had me bend one knee and kick my leg several times to almost shake the pain from my bum. My head had dipped down to the seat of the chair and my jumper had slid all the way down to my shoulders as another hard swot of the tawse made me take turns lifting both legs and shaking them.

 

Tim took his hand from my back and stepped away “I think we need more room to get a proper swing don’t you Mum”. What did he mean” we” and like I was going to agree with him. He was right though and the next one had me yell out loud much to his delight “oh does it hurt Mummy” he asked as condescending as he could.

 

He was tapping the tawse now in quick succession on the seat of my knickers, “so Mum how many more do you want”. I was tempted to say none of course but I knew that wasn’t the answer he was expecting and much to my embarrassment I whined like some snivelling schoolgirl “its not up to me Tim please give me as many as you like”.

 

He was ecstatic “So Mum you have really learned who is the boss very quickly haven’t you” and with another couple of real loud whacks I could only respond with a very contrite “yes Tim”. I could sense him walking back towards me and he made me jump as he pulled my bra up at the back to slide the tawse under it to keep it laid flat along my back. With an ominous laugh he exclaimed that it was time for my knickers to come down.

 

“Please Tim No” I gasped out in utter humiliation at the thought of him taking them down. He gave a swift slap with his hand “what’s the matter you’ve got a nice arse, not big and fat like most of the kids Mums”. “That’s not the point” I tried to rationalise but it was hardly a rational situation. I yelled out a pathetic sounding “Ohhh Tim you can’t” as he firmly lowered my knickers to just below my bum cheeks. Oh how I tried to press my legs together not daring to imagine the view he had of me in such a shameful position.

 

With a couple of squeezes and pinches and even a lewd jiggle he determined it was a touch on the fat side but looked a very nice shade of red. That was the last straw I jumped up and grasped for the waistband of my knickers not sure whether I had flashed my bush to him. “I’m your Mum for gods sake” I shouted and rushed out of his room. Back downstairs I pulled the stupid tawse from under my bra strap and rubbed my hot bum cheeks. My whole body felt so alive and almost tingling with such a thrill. The tawse seemed to be looking at me and in my head I realised what a tremendous buzz it had all been.

 

 

Karen Hodge part 2

 

I awoke quite early the next day and couldn’t resist looking at my bum cheeks in the mirror. I almost felt disappointed that there was only a slight hint of pinkness and all of the wonderful tingling from last night had gone. I made breakfast and shouted up to Tim it was time to get up for school. He came down looking a little apprehensive and for a few moments there was an awkward silence. After a few bites on his toast he gazed up at me “ so how’s your bum then”, without really thinking about it I replied it was fine.

 

“I surprised you’ve done that with the tawse Mum” he said between crunching his toast and nodding towards the hall. I had no idea what he meant and went through to look. There right at the side of the hall mirror on a hook that used to have a picture of his Dad hung the tawse. My own reflection highlighted my shock and I had no recollection of doing such an absurd thing.

 

“I thought you might have wanted to keep it a bit more private” he giggled, “I wonder if you really like the idea of having your bum smacked”. With that comment running round inside my head he picked up his school bag and declared he was going to work on my behaviour contract this week and I better get used to having some strict rules to obey. My hands instinctively went to my bottom and I starred in bewilderment at the tawse on the wall. I felt a sense that it was actually having some strange power over me and I was compelled to allow Tim to have full authority over me.

 

The next few days seemed oddly normal considering what had happened. On Thursday evening Tim announced that my contract would be ready on Saturday morning and he Chris and Ryan had just got some finishing touches to put to it. “What” I screamed with a sick feeling deep in my stomach “you have told those two little brats” I yelled. He sat calmly as I ranted on how he had no right to humiliate me like this and that he could forget the whole idea.

 

I continued my outburst not really thinking too much what I actually said and before I knew it I found myself confessing to Tim that yes I was actually going to go through with it and maybe yes I did probably deserve to have my bottom smacked regularly. I was shocked at the words coming out of my mouth and felt myself blushing tremendously as I said no way were Chris and Ryan having any part in it.  Tim didn’t flinch all the way through my tirade and explained that he had sworn Chris and Ryan to secrecy and they were really looking forward to helping discipline me.

 

If the situation was absurd up to this point what was it becoming now. Of course the two boys would be looking forward to it I bet they could hardly keep a straight face when Tim told them. I could picture the immense grins on their faces when they next saw me. I sat in silence for the next few minutes “its no good sulking about it Mum I have promised them they can help” he said in such an unbelievably matter of fact tone. I had that horrible feeling again that I sensed it was going to happen and nothing I could say would prevent it.

 

On Saturday I was sat alone at the table with my third cup of coffee as Tim had gone round to see Chris and Ryan and told me he would be back soon. He left me with a stern warning to behave in front of his friends and not to make him look foolish. What about me why didn’t he mind how foolish I let myself look!

 

The boys duly arrived and as expected were supporting the largest grins imaginable.

Ryan the darker of the two black youths spoke first “good Morning Mrs Hodge” he beamed with excitement. Chris then handed me an envelope “read it carefully we don’t want you whining its not fair or something after you’ve signed it” he laughed.

I couldn’t stop shaking as I opened it and began to read what the three boys had typed up for me.

 

     Contract for the behaviour and discipline of Mrs Karen Hodge aged 34

 

I hereby agree to all the following rules for my behaviour and accept physical chastisement form, Ryan Thomas, Chris Carter and Timothy Hodge at their discretion and when they deem it necessary.

 

 I will treat the boys with respect and courtesy at all times and obey any                                                                         instruction without question

 

I will wear whatever clothing the boys decide is appropriate for me

 

I will ask permission of any of the boys before being allowed out on any social or recreational activity.

 

I will hand all my credit and bankcards to Timothy Hodge and ask to be allowed any money on a daily basis.

 

I will have set times to be in bed, which the boys will decide as required

 

I will agree to regular maintenance punishments to remind me of my position

 

I will carry out all the housework and gardening duties without delay

 

I will make no attempt to hide the authority the boys have even in public

 

I will give the boys unlimited Internet access to discuss and share information and ideas on my future discipline.

 

I accept the boys have the maturity and ability to carry out there duties for my own benefit and are no more than I deserve.

 

Signed on 12^th day of March two thousand and six

 

 

Mrs Karen Hodge

 

 

 

 

I read the contact twice with the boys looking on in elation as Tim handed me a pen “so Mum what do think of our homework this week”. My throat felt so dry I could barely speak it was utterly incomprehensible why I would agree to such outrages regulations and give the boy’s ultimate reign over me. Yet my hand seemed to have a will of its own and hesitantly I signed my own name thinking to myself I must have gone stark starring mad.

 

Tim grabbed the piece of paper and pinned it up on the notice board by the fridge “oh please Tim everyone will see it” I gasped, “That’s the idea Mum,” he laughed. “I shouldn’t worry about a piece of paper Mrs Hodge” grinned Ryan “just wait till everyone sees what we will have you wearing”. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek at the impending humiliation the boys were going to put me through.

 

Tim announced that the first item on today’s agenda was for him to go to the shop and get the boys some snacks and drinks to keep them going through this busy day. Ryan and Chris meanwhile were going to take me upstairs to my bedroom and get rid of most of clothes ready for the charity shop. I wailed in despair at the thought of losing most of my clothes but Tim was not moved, “Mum you have underwear like a prostitute would wear, I’ve seen it hanging on the radiators to dry and its obscene”

So apart from your uniform for work and few other things we are getting rid of the lot.

 

I sat openly sobbing on my bed as the two boys threw most of my wardrobe in to black bin liners. Then they went through my underwear drawers whistling and hooting as they held up most things saying how sexy I would look in them. It was Chris who had the idea to get me to wear some sexy knickers and stuff for when Tim got back so he could see what a tart his Mum looked like.

 

They chose a matching pink satin thong and bra set with suspenders and pink stockings and even threw me some red high heels I hadn’t worn in about ten years.

I nervously clutched the garments in my hand and walked to the bathroom feeling sick and hating myself for doing what they told me. I had always loved sexy lingerie and even though no one had seen me in it for the last two years I always had a self-satisfying thrill that I looked sexy and naughty under my boring old work clothes.

 

Once naked I paused to gaze at me own reflection. My boobs were still perky for my age I thought with a little pride. I was more ashamed of my lower half and my hips and tummy were evidence of my liking of chocolate and my laziness not cook and rely on take-aways. My dark bush of pubic hair was exactly the same colour brown as the hair on my head and I was glad that at least it would hide my slit if my knickers did come off in front of the boys.

 

The bra did more to reveal my boobs than conceal them and the half-cup only just hid my nipples from view. The thong left most of my bum cheeks completely bare but at least covered all my pubes well enough. I felt totally ashamed having to walk out and face the two Black youths like this, it would have almost been better to be stark naked I thought. The boys had gone downstairs now and I nervously teetered on the steps in my heels I could hear there voices and slowly walked through to the lounge to face them.

 

Loud wolf whistles erupted from them and they laughed that my face blushed the same colour as my outfit although I could have sworn it was much redder. After telling me to put my hands my sides to give them a proper look they made me turn round and laughed out loud that my bum was practically bare. “Give your arse a little shake for us then Mrs Hodge” laughed Ryan. I was beyond refusing anything now they had full control of me and as ordered I thrust my bum cheeks from side to side in a quick motion. They roared with laughter saying how much fun this was going to be and what an amazing Mum Tim had.

Chris declared that they should stand me in the widow so Tim could see me as he walked up the path. They had me stand on the low footstool with my feet about eighteen inches apart and my hands on my head my almost bare bottom practically touching the glass. The even went outside to see what the view was like and came back laughing that you could see me from the road.

 

I was petrified that people would see and prayed Tim would be back as soon as possible. The minutes lasted forever before he walked through the door. “Oh cool set up man” he congratulated the boys with high fives and stupid handshakes. “They’ve got a wicked imagination haven’t they Mum” he grinned. They proceeded to demonstrate their imagination by having me touch my toes and press my bum cheeks on to the glass then lewdly gyrating them as if I was trying to clean the window with them. Of course they went to watch outside and I could hear their course vulgar laughter echoing round my upside down head.

 

When they returned and I stood up my nipples had poked out of the top of my bra and resisting the temptation to adjust it I left from on open display. Much to my intense embarrassment they were hard and stuck right out “Not cold are you Mrs Hodge”, smiled Chris and with out hesitating he reached forward and actually flicked my right nipple.

 

“The boys haven’t took long to master you have they Mum”, laughed Tim and despite the total humiliation of it all I could sense myself getting a nice warm feeling between my legs. The boys had their cans of pop and crisps while Tim told me to go and hang the washing out on the line. “Please Tim I can’t go out in the garden like this” I begged. With a swift slap on my left bum cheek he told me to behave or else.

 

I was half way through pegging the washing on the line when I heard a sweet and sickly “Oh my goodness Karen have you forgot something” snickered Diane my neighbour. She was just a little older than me perhaps about forty although she acted like she was sixty. I mumbled something about waiting to iron my dress and thought no one would see as I just nipped out. “Well isn’t Tim home with his two little black friends” she asked inquisitively. I could feel myself blush all the way down to my exposed nipples and had no idea how to answer her.

 

It was Tim who came to my rescue if you can put it like that. “Hello Mrs Winters, Mum has been a bit of a naughty girl this week and we’re going to smack her bum later”. I don’t know who looked more shocked me or Diane, Tim was incredibly self assured and asked Diane if she would like to come over for a cup of tea and I would explain it all to her. Of course the curious cow was not going to miss the best bit of gossip all year and before I knew it she was sat at the table reading my contract.

 

She could hardly contain her amusement “Good lord Karen I always knew you had a little exhibitionist streak in you but this”. Tim looked puzzled at her remark and she explained that her husband John had often told her I had been undressing with the curtains open. “So you are a little tart after all then Mum,” he snapped. Diane then asked what sort of clothes they had in mind for me and the boys replied there were not too sure but they were getting rid of all my sexy knickers.

 

“What about making her look like a little girl Tim,” she asked, “That would be fantastic,” replied all the boys in unison. “She seems to enjoy parading herself round in her fancy lingerie by the look of her tits” she mocked “maybe dressed as a little girl she would have more self respect” added Diane. To say I was mortified to be talked about like this was the understatement of the decade. She carried on telling the boys that she would obtain a whole new wardrobe for me with the help of her friend who was dressmaker and by the time they had finished I would look every inch the naughty little girl I was.

 

Tim brought the Tawse to show Diane and she was delighted that they had a wonderful instrument for my naughty fat bottom as she put it. They all agreed that frolicking around the garden with my tits and arse hanging out was good enough reason to earn me my first thrashing of the day.

 

I was led through the hall to the lounge and Tim asked Chris and Ryan to pull one of the big armchairs out in to the middle of the room. Diane sat enthusiastically on the edge of the sofa next to the two boys as Tim guided me over the back. “Come on Mum push that naughty bottom right up,” he laughed. The first stroke felt much harder than last week and seemed to really sink into my bum flesh. He gave me very quick half dozen that had me panting for breath and I was desperate not yell and cry in front of everyone.

 

Next he handed the tawse to Ryan “there you go mate give her another six to warm her fat bum up”. I could hear Diane giggling away as he quickly got through his share and had me hissing through my teeth with the pain. Chris was next and he actually ran his hand over my bare bum cheeks “nice and warm Mrs Hodge” and delivered a really hard stinging smack across them. The six from him broke my resolve and I was openly sobbing and yelling with the stinging pain as well as wriggling and kicking my legs.

 

The boys jumped up and again gave themselves high fives congratulating each other on tanning my arse and what great fun it was. Diane agreed it had been a wonderful sight and told the boys to make sure I got a good few more throughout the day as my bum could easily take it. She then told the boys she would see them next weekend with my new clothes and maybe if they kept me naked until then I would appreciate them more.

 

“Hey Tim can we really have your Mum stark naked all week” asked Ryan “I don’t see why not” he replied “you don’t mind do you Mum” he laughed. “Of course I mind you fucking bastards,” I yelled as I rubbed my sore bum cheeks. Chris and Ryan looked a little surprised by my outburst but Tim gently shook his head. “You’ve only signed the contract an hour ago and look what comes out of your filthy mouth”, he pushed me back over the chair, “your really going to get a hiding now young lady”

 

“Young lady” repeated Ryan laughing, “go on Tim leather her fat arse for her”. “We’ll have your knickers down mow Mum as well” declared Tim. I had put them on before my suspender belt so he was only able to lover them down to the tops of my thighs.”No” I protested much too late and more vicious whacks with the tawse soon had me concentrating how much my bottom hurt to worry where my knickers were.

 

I was soon kicking my legs frantically after each stroke and Chris interrupted “Maybe you ought take her silly little knickers off so she can have a proper kick about Tim”. Would you like that Mrs Hodge” asked Ryan Tim said it sounded wrong his friends calling me “Mrs Hodge” all the time and they should just call me “Karen” from now on.

 

Tim grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet to face them all. I had forgot where my knickers were and stood rubbing my bum cheeks with both hands. Of course all eyes were firmly focused on my brown bush, which was now fully displayed to them all. “Oh god look at all with your mouths open you lecherous little sods” I even found myself giggling as I said it.

 

“Well Karen why don’t you take your knickers right off then and give us all a proper look” leered Ryan. With out any protest I unclipped my stockings to ease my knickers all the down my legs and past my shoes to the floor. The boys’ eyes were still fixed on my bushy brown triangle of pubic hair as I carefully fastened my stockings back up. I brought both hands together in front of my mound to shield it from their eyes.

 

Tim looked annoyed “oh it’s a bit late for modesty now isn’t it Mum”. “Don’t think flashing your hairy fanny is going to save your arse”. He then gave the tawse to Ryan who hollered in delight saying he wasn’t going to hold back now and he would tan my bum right off the chair. He took hold of my hand to lead me back over and a lovely tingle went through my body as the back of his hand brushed my pubes.

 

 His first smack made me jerk right back and clutch both bum cheeks in my hands and literally jump up and down a few times. The boys thought this was hilarious as I faced them with my tits bouncing and my bush once again on full view. With out needing to be told I resumed my position “that’s a good girl Mum” remarked Tim as Ryan once again blistered my backside. My kicks and wriggles were becoming more and more wild and after one really stinging smack I thrust my legs as wide apart as I could and pushed my bum up high.

 

“Oh Karen what a brilliant view of your hairy muff” laughed Ryan and made me stay like that while Chris and Tim walked behind to admire the view. The tawse was passed to Chris and he made me keep my legs wide open for each stroke laughing all the time how much fur I was showing. When at last the full eighteen had been administered I was led sobbing to face the wall so the boys could watch as my bottom turned a bright crimson.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

Karen Hodge part 3

 

The rest of the day passed slowly like some strange dream although my sore bottom reminded me it had been all too real. One of the most embarrassing situations was when I pleaded to be able put my knickers back on and after saying “pretty please” Tim allowed me to.  Ryan held them in front of me waving them around taunting me “oh does Karen want to put her skimpy knicks back on”. Then when I reached out he would quickly snatch his hands away making me grab fresh air.

 

He continued to tease me and then on one attempt from me to grab them he threw them to Chris. Of course the boys thought this was a fantastic game of piggy in the middle. They soon had me running between the three of them like some headless chicken. Tim had warned me that unless I managed to get them then I couldn’t put them back on. Each time I ran between the boys they would throw my knickers and as I turned to run to the next boy I would get I loud crisp slap to my wobbling bare bottom.

 

Their mean game lasted a full fifteen minutes leaving me quite out of breath by the time I actually managed to retrieve my underwear. Gently easing them up over my sore bum I couldn’t resist smiling at the boys. “Well I won that little game didn’t I”, I gloated not believing how much fun the day had become. I almost felt like a teenager again playing silly games and thoroughly enjoying it.

 

On Sunday morning I was busy doing some cleaning when Tim at last got out of bed just before mid-day. “Oh good girl Mum” he snickered “nice to see you in your new uniform”, he laughed at my complete nudity. He made me get him some orange juice then turn round and show him my bottom. “Plenty of nice strap marks isn’t there Mum”, he grinned, “bet you slept on your tummy” he teased.

 

I was almost disappointed to learn that Ryan and Chris weren’t coming over today.

Tim could sense my reaction and snapped, “So you won’t be able to show your tits and fanny to them then will you”. I looked very shame faced every inch the naughty girl who had been caught red handed. “I would have thought having your fat arse tanned would begin to humble you not turn you in to more of a tart” he said angrily. He then decided that he wouldn’t invite the boys over at all to see me naked instead he would wait until Diane had arranged my new wardrobe.

 

Tim Mostly ignored me the rest of the afternoon apart from giving me endless housework to do. The phone rang and before I had chance to answer it Tim took it. I could hear him giggle and then exclaim that he would send me round at six-o-clock. “Mrs Winters wants you to go round and be measured for your new clothes later” he said sternly.

 

I spent the next hour constantly looking at the clock nervously waiting for the dreaded time. Five minutes before six I glanced at Tim “Can I go and put my work clothes to go round to Diane’s” I asked. “Of course you can’t you silly girl” he mocked, “Oh please I can’t go like this” I shrieked, “At least let me put a coat on,” I begged. Tim told me to behave and it was up to me whether I wanted to jump over the hedge on the back garden or brazenly walk down the path to my neighbours.

 

Whatever way I chose I would knock on Diane’s door naked as a newborn. The hedge option was out of the question as it was high and prickly so I was left with no choice. The early evening air was colder than I expected as I opened the front door and hesitantly walked outside. Thank god it was dark I thought as I instinctively held one arm across my boobs and the other between my legs. I tried to half run and half walk desperately glancing round to see if anyone was walking along the pavement as I neared the end of my drive.

 

It was only about twenty yards out on the public footpath to reach Diane’s drive but stark naked it felt like a mile. At last I reached her door and nervously knocked hoping she would let me in as quickly as possible. I blinked startled by the sudden bright light and gasped in horror as I realised anyone passing could easily see me stood naked on her doorstep.

 

The mean cow left me standing for almost a full five minutes desperately knocking and even whispering through the letterbox. Just as I contemplated going back home she opened the door. Still making me wait outside she beamed a huge smile “Good evening Karen, go and be a good girl and take the recycle box to the end of the drive will you”. I looked at her in bewilderment as she calmly announced “only I haven’t got my shoes on dear”.

 

She giggled stupidly at her own sarcasm as I struggled with the heavy box back down her drive. I dared not think how many windows were overlooking and who if anyone was looking at me. After what seemed a lifetime I was at long last sheltered from view in Diane’s hall. She led me through to her lounge and sat grinning from ear to ear was her husband John.

 

I blushed scarlet not even making an attempt to conceal my charms from his gaze, “I hear you’ve been a bit of a naughty girl Karen,” he mocked. “Turn round and show him your naughty fat bum,” gloated Diane. They both remarked that it was a nice shade of pink and told me to go and stand in the corner where naughty little girls belonged until her friend Denise arrived.

 

My arms hung by my sides as I stared at her awful green wallpaper. “Slap” “hands on your head young lady,” said Diane highlighting her remark with a stinging smack. I was made to wait about half an hour before I heard the doorbell and then to compound my shame several voices accompanied Diane’s as people entered the room.

 

No one made any mention of me as they all exchanged greetings and small talk for a few minutes. I learned that Denise had brought her husband Mike and her two children Emma and Jack. I was humiliated beyond belief when John exclaimed surprise that they had brought the two kids especially as Jack was only twelve and Emma was fifteen.

 

Denise explained that originally she was only going to bring Emma but Jack had seemed very amused to learn of my situation and she felt it unfair not to let him see for himself. Unfair to a twelve-year-old brat I thought what about it being unfair to me. Although I hadn’t seen anyone yet I could imagine my bottom must be the focus of everyone’s eyes.

 

I could hear the sound of furniture being moved and Diane busy getting everyone drinks and making sure they were all comfortable. It wasn’t as if I had stopped blushing but I blushed like I had never blushed in my whole life as Diane game me a curt command. “Come on Karen, let’s have you up on the table for everyone to have a good look at you”. I lowered my arms in an attempt to shield my bust and bush as I turned to face them.

 

A low wooden coffee table had been placed in the middle of the room and the sofa and chairs pushed back a little. I felt like I must look like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I lifted my leg and climbed on top of the table. John and Mike were both sat directly in front of me alongside Denise and the young girl Emma was sat just to my left on the armchair with her brother sat on the arm next to her.

 

“Alright hands on your head young lady” smiled Diane “I think it’s a little late to play the innocent Karen don’t you”. God how much more shameful can this get as I lifted my hands and placed them firmly on top my head. It was obvious everyone was studying my nakedness and Diane began to remind them all why I was here.

 

I tried to look down at the floor as she told everyone how my own son Tim had decided to subject me to strict discipline and I had agreed to it without too much protest. She explained that I had a large collection of “tarty underwear” and had a reputation among the neighbours of deliberately parading in front of bedroom widow. I was mortified to lean my secret was common knowledge and Diane went on to say how Tim and his two friends had now confiscated my lingerie.

 

It was Denise who took over addressing everyone by exclaiming that she was going to make me some very embarrassing clothes, which would make me look very juvenile indeed. I could hear a few giggles and beneath her breath Emma hissed “Serves the stupid cow right”. “Yes it probably does Emma but don’t be so rude” Denise scolded her daughter. Which only reinforced how humiliating this whole ordeal was becoming.

 

“Do you agree this is for your own good Karen?” asked Denise. Oh how could I be expected to answer such a ludicrous question?  I remained silent as she walked behind me and placed her hand on my bum cheek. She squeezed gently “cat got your tongue” she said with two hard smacks to each cheek. I jumped forward with the impact making my breasts bounce “No No” I yelped.

 

“Well then answer me my girl,” she continued with more slaps making my boobs dance even more and causing me to part my legs a little more to keep my balance. “Yes I deserve it” I stuttered “Good girl” she replied leaving my bottom alone to stand back in front of me. I was shocked then to feel her hands on my chest and she pressed them hard into my ribcage.

 

“She’s got quite nice tits but we will make her some nice strong vests to keep them well hidden. Her remark was aimed at Diane but everyone thought it was highly amusing. “What do you think Karen” she smiled firmly lifting my breasts by the nipples “You don’t need tits any more to be a naughty little girl do you”. I added to my own shame by shaking my head and saying “No Miss”

 

 

She held the tape measure over my boobs to confirm my 36b bust and then with a light smack from the side to each she looked me in the eyes “If you don’t behave young lady we might consider plastic surgery and remove them altogether”. My face looked on in horror as Emma gasped “Gosh Mum that’s a bit mean isn’t it”. John and Mike meanwhile were laughing that would indeed be a punishment and a half all right and I better be on my best behaviour from now on.

 

I didn’t know if Denise was serious or not or even if it was possible but she was really scaring me. “Oh I promise to be a good girl,” I begged “honest I will be the best little girl you have ever seen”. Denise gave me a mocking smile “of course you will my dear” which had everyone laughing.

 

She moved down to my tummy and pinched some of my flab as she put it “Too many chocolates Karen”, she asked not waiting for an answer she reached round and pinched the flesh below my hips. “You really need to loose a few pounds Karen” she laughed. I knew I wasn’t as slim as I used to be but I could hardly be described as fat.

 

She measured my waist and hips and wrote them down on some paper. She turned to Diane and said how she would get me about half a dozen little dresses and a keep fit uniform. One that would show as much of my bottom as possible for me to go jogging in public and shed those pounds. She went on to say how she would get me some nice white cotton knickers suitable for a naughty little five-year-old and perhaps she ought to consider supplying some nappies for me.

 

Everyone thought that idea was marvellous “Bet you won’t be prancing round in the window in your new nappy will you Karen”, laughed Diane, “Will she have to really use the nappy then Mum”, asked Emma. I could feel my face actually burn with the shame of what was being suggested. Denise went on to explain that it would depend on who was looking after me and maybe my son Tim wouldn’t want to change a dirty nappy but she or Diane probably wouldn’t mind.

 

“Urghhh, that’s gross”, remarked jack “she should at least be old enough to use a potty”. “Oh wonderful idea Jack” congratulated Diane “Won’t we have fun potty-training you Karen”, at which they all laughed. I didn’t want to accept these awful developments but I had the feeling that if I began to argue and protest then I would more than likely get a good spanking in front of them now on top of my future humiliations.

 

Denise meanwhile was still hovering around and announced that there one last thing to take care off. “Naughty little girls don’t have all this nasty hair down here do they Karen”, and with her comment she ran her fingers through my bush making me wriggle and squirm much to the amusement of them all. “Besides how do you expect anyone to clean and wipe you when you have your nappy changed looking like that”.

 

Each time I felt I couldn’t suffer more embarrassment they came up with something new to bring the blood to my already bright red face. With a hard tug of my pubic hair Denise explained that her daughter Emma would be willing to help in removing my thick brown bush.

 

Emma cleared her throat “Well at school we have a class in beauty therapy and we usually practice stuff on each other”, she continued “Its normally make-up and nail varnish but we do practice waxing, although not a proper bikini wax because Miss Thompson says the school can’t afford a model willing to let us practice on her”. “No” I screamed in my own head at what this was leading up to. “So will you let us practice on you then Karen?” asked the grinning teenager.

 

Denise then asked Diane whether they ought to ask my son Tim if he thought that I should volunteer my services bearing in mind Emma went to the same school as Tim.

I stood my hands still clasped tight on my head trying to stop myself visibly shaking as Diane telephone Tim. I could hear the muffled voice as she had a long conversation and then she returned to the room to announce the answer.

 

Oh please god Tim don’t allow it I prayed as she smiled at me. “ Well Karen, you should be very grateful to have such an intelligent son who takes your discipline very seriously”. I held my breath as she continued, “he thinks removing all the hair from your vagina would be a delightful way to add to your new status and of course he would be very grateful if Emma asks her teacher”.

 

The shame was too much to for me to handle any longer and I burst in to tears “Oh its not fair” I sobbed, “I’m a grown woman I can’t let a bunch of schoolgirls take all my pubes off”. I cried loudly in the sheer frustration and helplessness I found myself in and actually stamped my foot before wailing again “its just not fair”.

 

Denise’s husband Mike looked up at me “I should say the tuft between your legs is about the only thing grown up about you Karen”, he smiled “and the sooner Emma and her friends remove every last hair the better”. With tears running down my cheeks he stood up and declared perhaps they ought to leave the naughty girl to have a good cry.

 

As he walked past me he slapped my bottom a couple of times as did Denise “Oh stop your snivelling you silly little girl” she growled. As their children stood up Jack looked across at me “Mum can I give her a smack on her bum then before we go”. “Oh of course you can darling” she replied sweetly. The boy didn’t need telling twice and swung his arm hard to land a sharp slap on my bare bottom. He laughed to himself as he gave me another before his dad told him to “leave the naughty girl alone now Jack” and I was left with just Diane and John.