story contains corporal punishment--spanking of a young girl, not for fetish
reasons but just to warn you before you read.
I clicked the door open, trying to be as quiet as I could, and walked into the dark hallway. As I did so, I kicked off my four inch heels, glad that my feet were free of them. It wasn't that I didn't want to wear heels, it's just that at sixteen, I'm still not used to walking in them, especially from a bus stop at least a mile away from my house. Having said that, I don’t want to look like a total dweeb in front of the others, do I?
Just as I was
about to scamper up the stairs, I was blinded with the sudden turning of the
hallway lights. I covered my eyes, but before they had time to adjust the frame
of my rather short mother blocked my way. She was wearing a silk blouse
and skirt, and had a look on her face that would curdle yogurt. Oh....
"Young lady, do you know what time it is?" She demanded as she stared at me. I said "demanded", as her voice rose with each word, not so much in volume as in pitch. As a rule, my mother was most dangerous when she talked quietly, and right now she was very quiet indeed.
"Mom, I can explain. The movie ended just a few minutes later and since Rob was hungry, I accompanied him to the..." As soon as I said that, I realised I had made a mistake - Rob’s a great bloke, but my mum takes a very dim view of anyone she felt was leading me down the wrong path.
"You went out with that long haired ruffian again? You told me you were going out with your girl friends!"
"Mom, please, I did start with Sian and Leah, but they decided on another movie. There's nothing wrong with Rob..."
"I told you to stay away from him! And look what time it is?! You're in big trouble, young lady!" The next part shocked me - I was wearing a pink dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, which came to just above my knees. So when she grabbed the side of the dress and pulled me towards her, I knew she was so angry she wasn’t thinking straight.
At least, I hoped that was the case.
Please! I'm sixteen years old! There was nothing wrong!" But my pleas fell
on deaf ears as she dragged me into the front room, and pushed me down on my
knees in front of the sofa.
"Assume the position Lauren, and lower your knickers."
No! I wasn’t going to allow her to do this to me, I’m not a little girl any more that she has to punish in this way - and I’d done nothing wrong either!
"No mom! I don't deserve..ow!" She pushed me face down into the cushions and reached under my dress, yanking my pants down around my knees. "Bikini underwear! You deserve a lot of spanking, my girl!"
"Noo....OW!!" The once familiar paddle mom used to use on me struck my butt. "Mom! What do you think you’re doing?"
"Count as you would Lauren, or you get more strokes!"
This is unbelievable, but I wailed, "One.... Two... Three..." Tears were running down my cheeks, more of humiliation and anger than pain. As I counted however, I heard footsteps, and then a deep voice said, "Well, well, what have we stumbled on here?"
"Who...what the hell...." Mom's voice trailed off as I heard a thud. Turning my head to the side, I could see the paddle lying on the floor, but I had no idea who it was who was talking.
Staples, putting on your motherly role aren't you?", the voice continued.
I was still bent over, my head on the cushion as I was holding the edges of the
sofa and thus could not see clearly who it was. Turning my head very slightly,
I could see my mother’s legs, and two pairs of dark clad legs standing by the
doorway. It's definitely a....
"Allow me. My name is Mr. Tall, and here beside me is Mr. Small."
"Evening, ma'am. Your profile said you were a disciplinarian but I - well, we did not expect to find you in the process of spanking your daughter. I must ask you to stand very still, with your hands on your head, and only speak if you are spoken to.”
footsteps on the carpet, and then saw a lather gloved hand been held down to
me. “Now, if you please Lauren, get up
and face us. And please, pull up your underwear - I have no desire to see you
in this state.."
I took the hand and did so, my undies scratching against my sore bum as I leaned down and pulled them up. Mom's strokes, even just one of them, was painful. Standing, I came face to face with the intruders.
They were indeed two men, identically dressed in black jumpers, trousers and leather jackets, with leather gloves on their hands and black balaclavas pulled over their heads. There was a disparity in height - the taller, whom I presumed was the one who called himself Mister Tall, stood a good ten inches over the other man. He was smiling, but carried what looked like a gun in his hand, while the taller man was holding an old rucksack.
"Lauren, Mrs Staples,” the one I presumed was Mister Tall said, “we just want what you deem valuable here. So long as you do as we ask, and do not cause any problems or upsets, then we will all get along just fine.
Lauren, hand over your necklace and bracelet. They look quite valuable - pure
gold, if I am not mistaken."
"But..." I wanted to stop, but I could see how frightened Mom was, and the way Mister Small was moving the gun in his hand made it clear they made business. Regrettably, I slipped off my bracelet, undid my necklace and handed them both to the taller man.
"Good girl. Now I regret to say that it will be necessary to make sure you cannot raise the alarm or get in our way while we are here. Mr. Small, Lauren was being spanked, but I don’t think there is any need for her to suffer any more. What do you think?”
“What right have you to tell me how to punish my daughter?”
I looked at Mom as she stared at the masked men. “Frankly, Mrs Staples,” Mister Small said, “We try not to interfere too much in those we choose to visit, but in this case I do feel you are been a little - overzealous. She is obviously a mature young woman, who needs to be treated with respect and love.”
“It’s because I love her that she needs to be punished!”
The two men
looked at each other, before Mister Tall said “Mister Small, why don’t you
ensure that Lauren is made a little - uncomfortable.
Please, however, make sure she is not too uncomfortable, and not
embarrassed. I suspect she has already suffered enough. While you do that, I need to discuss a few
matters with her mother." Mister Tall grabbed my mother by the arm and
gently, but forcibly guided her towards the doorway, leading her out of the
room. As I watched them walking up the
stairs, Mister Small took me gently by the arm.
"Lauren, if you please,” he said as he looked at me, “turn around and place your hands behind your back. I promise that I will not hurt you as your mother was doing." I must have been staring blindly ahead, as he slowly repeated what he had said, turning my head to look at him.
from the sudden turn of events, I did as he asked, turning and moving my hands
behind my back. The next thing I felt was a sharpness as what felt like plastic
pulled my wrists together.
"These are just zip ties,” he said as he tugged again and I felt my wrists been bound together. Turning me round, I looked into his eyes through the holes in his mask.
“ Now, Lauren, perhaps you would like to rest. May I suggest you lie face down on the sofa." It was not just a request; his firm hand half pushed me down onto the couch. The next thing I knew was the pulling together of my ankles, the feeling the same as my wrists. Looking over my shoulder, I could now see the white strip holding them firmly together.
"Who are you?" I asked, as I felt
him bind my knees - well below my knees with the same material, forcing
"Lauren, please do as I ask, and I assure you there will be no problems. Now, roll onto your back and sit yourself up" he said, again guiding me up. Angled, I next saw a loop of rope been passed in front of me, and then pulled tight against my breasts, forcing my arms further into my side as it did so. I was large for a sixteen year old and the tight rope against my boobs and chest pushed them out further. A series of elaborate windings around my breasts and arms, as well as behind my back were made, until I could see what almost resembled a bra around my upper body. "What the heck," I breathed, straining against the bonds.
Mister Small said as he gently helped me to lie on my side, “and you will be
just fine. Ah - I see your mother has
Just then, the Mr. Tall and my mom returned. My mother had changed into a white silk vest and shorts nightwear set, and I had to stop myself laughing at the thin spaghetti straps that were holding her top up now. What I could see was the rope arrangement around her breasts and arms, forcing them up and out much as mine were, and the fact her arms were pinned behind her back.
What she had, and I did not, was a length of rope running between her legs, pulling her short sup into her crotch. The rope had knots tied in it every couple of inches, and seemed to be rubbing against her with every step she took. There was a look in her eyes that was difficult to decipher - was she enjoying it or hating it?
She could not talk either, a wide strip of brown sticking plaster covering her mouth and something obviously stuffed behind it.
“A little unusual, Mister Tall?”
“Perhaps, but I felt it was necessary. Lauren, I don't think you Mom would think again of spanking you, well not like this.” As he said this, he made my mum sit on the floor, and then used a zip tie to bind her ankles together, then her legs above her knees. As they were pulled together, I saw her eyes close and heard her moan through the gag.
“Now, if you
will forgive us, we need to make sure you cannot raise the alarm either. Please, open your mouth.” Before I could argue, something was jammed
inside my mouth, and the next feeling was the pulling on my skin a she smoothed
the brown plaster over my own mouth sealing it in. The object
looked like one of my other pairs of underwear - it certainly tasted
"Lauren, Mrs. Staples, have a nice evening," Mr Tall said. My mother was left wriggling on the floor as the two men left the room.
It took hours and hours for us to try to get free and luckily our struggles alerted our neighbour, who finally set both of us free. After this ordeal, Mom pledged never to spank me again.