by Susan Thomas
They walked on with Erin wondering if she was stark raving mad to have said what she did. He mind went over just how painful that paddle was when applied to her bare bottom and how embarrassing it was to bare it. Now there was no escaping it and she felt like screaming.
Her aunt looked anxious as they came in; she had already heard from Kerry's mum that Erin was to be spanked and while Erin went to her room Jack explained it all to her. Erin took the paddle down from the wall holding it like a dangerous weapon. What was the point of waiting until her uncle came in, might as well get ready now? She kicked off her shoes sending them scudding into a corner and pulled her trousers down and off. She almost took her panties right off feeling what was the point of modesty in all this but realised she was being immature and sat down on the bed holding the paddle and trying hard not to cry.
Her uncle came in and sat down beside her. With a heavy sigh she handed the paddle to him, stood up, took a very deep breath much as you might diving off the top board and pulled her panties down before putting herself over his lap.
Smack! The paddle came down hard on her bottom jolting her whole body and creating a loud "Yikes!" that rang around the room and left through the open window before reaching the ears of several of the neighbours who were listening out for the spanking. Kerry next door winced as she knew only too well what lay in store for Erin.
The paddle landed all over Erin's bottom, first here then there until she danced over Jack's lap while singing that song of the well spanked girl. In fact Jack did not spank her as hard as after the church problem. He went rather easy on her but not so easy that she did not end with an angry red bottom turning to bruising in the centre of each cheek. Not so easy that the tears did not flow freely and her nose run. Not so easy that her cries did not echo out of the house to be clearly heard by the neighbours. Not that Erin noticed. As far as she was concerned the paddle was burning her bottom and it hurt. She wriggled and kicked terribly to the point where her panties slid down her legs until they hung precariously from one ankle.
When her bottom had nasty red marks all over (including some clear imprints on the other edges of the paddle) and was bruising in the middle of each cheek, Jack stopped. He hated doing it but Erin was right about expectations. Her friends would want to see her bottom and they would see a well spanked one. Everyone would be satisfied that she had been properly punished and approve.
Her aunt helped her to blow her nose and dry her tears and Erin went to stand over in the corner but Jack stopped her. "No, you weren't that disrespectful. I hated doing that Erin, really I did."
She gave a sort of hiccup giggle, "Not as much as I hated getting it."
They hugged properly for a long time until her aunt made Jack leave saying, "She needs to get dressed Jack, what are you thinking of?"
Her amused parents showed no scrap of sympathy when they talked to her on Skype and Erin was exceptionally careful about her behaviour after that spanking. Eighteen though is eighteen and even the most careful girl still hasn't sorted out all her hormones or her attitudes so there was bound to be something to take her over her uncle's knee no matter how reluctant he was to do it. It was the usual sort of thing that got her in trouble, like breaking a curfew.
Erin was due in at half past ten every work night at the latest as she had to be up early. One could argue that was generous given she still had to get ready for bed but of course no eighteen year old would think so. One Thursday (luckily after the bruises and marks on her bottom had faded) she was not in at ten thirty but came in at eleven. Before Erin even arrived home, her aunt and uncle had decided what to do.
"Erin this is not good enough. You promised to be back half an hour ago and that was the time you were set. This is disobedience."
Erin went pale. "Are you going to..."
"Spank you with the paddle? Not exactly. You now have a choice. You are meant to go to Sallie-Jo's slumber party at the weekend. You will either not go but stay in or you can get ready for bed now and when you are ready your uncle will come in and spank you with his hand. It won't be as bad as a paddle spanking but you'll feel it right enough."
The thought of being spanked on her bare bottom with her uncle's hand was almost as bad as getting the paddle on it. There is something very intimate about the whole thing but on the other hand missing the slumber party was terrible. It promised to be quite a laugh.
"I'll take the spanking please," she said at last, her face red at the thought of again baring her bottom for her uncle.
She went off and got ready for bed and then called her aunt and uncle in. Erin was a young looking eighteen at the best of times but in her rather loose pyjama shorts and with the sleeveless top she somehow looked younger still. Certainly her aunt felt a strong desire to cuddle her when she saw the youngster with the woebegone face. Erin couldn't help throwing a glance at the paddle which hung on the wall before standing by her uncle. She looked straight ahead, took a deep breath and hooking her thumbs in her waistband pulled her shorts down quickly and placed herself over his lap.
Jack adjusted her position to get her into the best place for spanking her while thinking to himself that he was building experience far more quickly than he wished. He rested his hand for a brief moment on her smooth soft bottom and then brought his hand down in a good hard smack. Erin yelped but didn't jerk the way she did when the paddle landed. He smacked his hand down hard again.
"Two!" yelped Erin, much to her uncle's puzzlement
He smacked his hand down again. "Three!" she yelped.
Smack! "Four."
Smack! "Five."
Smack! "Six."
Smack! "Seven."
Jack shook his head. He clearly wasn't spanking properly if Erin had the time and energy to count his smacks. He took a firmer grip and sped up with a sustained volley of good hard smacks which made her bottom dance and stopped all the counting. Erin yelped and cried, wriggled and kicked her legs because although it wasn't with the paddle it was a good spanking. By the time she got to her post spanking cuddle with him, her bottom was a hot even bright red all over; but she did get to the slumber party where she told the others of her choice and they all agreed she was right to choose the spanking.
As the year moved slowly through spring to the long hot summer Erin found herself thinking more and more about university and not looking forward to it. She was enjoying working in her uncle's business and could see herself developing the business in the future. Why exactly was she going to university? Because it was expected of her. Her school of course gained reputation by a bright girl getting a top university place. Parents want the best for their children, and just about everyone else expected her to do so. Her father though was the CEO of a solid, profitable company and he had left school at sixteen with almost no qualifications. Uncle Jack had started his business from scratch and it now employed ten people (other than her). She began to think maybe going into business was more to her taste and she would like to stay working with Uncle Jack.
What were the downsides? Well for one she would be here but her parents back in England. However, if she went to university the chances were she would see them only for small bursts of time and anyhow she saw little enough of her dad as he worked so hard. Besides, if she stayed here her parents might actually make the visits over they kept promising her aunt they would make. The other very big downside was that if she stayed she would still come under the disciplinary regime encouraged by the church which would mean that for a few years to come she could (and probably would) still get spanked. She knew this because Kerry was going to a local college while living at home and the behaviour agreement was already written and spankings were definitely part of it.
After a lot of thought Erin began talking to her uncle one morning as they walked to work. "Uncle Jack, how would you feel if I didn't go home in September but stayed here and carried on working with you?"
He stopped dead and looked at her. "What about university?"
Erin explained her
feelings and he replied slowly while they walked on. "Well to be truthful I'd like it very much, but there is your future to consider, and your parents."
"I can't see my future being in university. My heart really isn't in it and I'm pretty sure I'd start and then drop out and there is no point disappointing my parents a year or two down the line if they are going to be disappointed that is. My dad started with virtually nothing and he isn't so impressed with the graduates he gets."
They stopped at 'Jo's Kitchen' for a coffee instead of walking on and the conversation continued. It lasted some while but eventually of course they arrived at the discipline question and Erin simply said, "Well I've survived the spankings I've had so far and I will survive any others. So will you let me stay if I can square my parents?"
He smiled. "I certainly will. I certainly will."
Erin linked arms with him as they set out again for work.
Chapter 3
Parents are funny creatures, you never know which way they'll jump, and Erin's parents were no exception. Having encouraged the whole university route, when she tentatively broached the idea of not going they were very relaxed about it. Erin was obliged to write to both school and university but that was it except that they insisted Erin do some sort of study. In the end she enrolled locally to her new home on some business-type courses which would require her to be in college two days a week although more in personal study. The deal was, she would work three and a half days initially with Uncle Jack, two days in college and have a day and a half off, but that had to include the homework for college.
There was of course more - house rules covered the usual things such as curfews, jobs to help her aunt, tidiness in her room, drinking, socialising, and church-attendance and of course respect and courtesy towards adults. She would get pay from Uncle Jack but must pay her aunt some housekeeping. You think this a bit tough? Well, all the adults in her life had tough childhoods and although they were no longer poor they had no intention of spoiling the only child in the family.
Erin's dad did buy her a car though. In that semi-rural community it really was essential if she was to have any independence. He didn't buy her anything fancy, it was a plain simple three year-old Ford Fusion with a low mileage. Her dad, Uncle Jack and Arni Baasch helped her to find one and thoroughly checked it over and for that too there were rules. She was not allowed to be back later than eleven pm if driving (too many drunks and lunatics in their view); she was not allowed to drive any great distance to major cities; and never, ever to drink and drive.
You may think this all sounds quite controlling and perhaps it was but Erin had asked for a major change in plan and the family were united in saying, "OK that's fine but there are strings attached." Life is full of strings. You go work for a supermarket and you wear uniform; join the military and your life is controlled; get a job and you have to be on time and work hard; rent an apartment and there are rules. If you don't like those strings then you leave, dead simple. The family were making it clear - she wouldn't be spoilt, she would work hard, she would respect her aunt and uncle, their home and community. If she didn't like it she would have to leave.
Erin though was as inordinately happy. She had friends and purpose. She wasn't an especially rebellious person and took the view that if she broke the rules, well she had survived several spankings so she'd survive the new ones. The only nervousness she had, and she shared that with Kerry next door, was the strap that now hung in her house. Kerry had one too.
It was of course reserved only for the most serious issues such as drunken or immoral behaviour or (and God forbid it should occur) drug taking. For both girls the strap would also be used if they got tickets for traffic violations. Kerry's strap hung in her father's den, Erin's in the walk-in coat cupboard, though her uncle hoped he would never have to use it. Every time Erin caught sight of it she hoped for much the same thing.
Erin threw herself into both her work for Uncle Jack and her studies. Nobody could fault her on either of those. She was polite, respectful and helpful and when Kerry next door got a good long (and very noisy) spanking for disrespect towards her mom, Jack and Nicola congratulated themselves on not having that problem. But Erin was still a teenager and with the best will in the world it is an age where one makes mistakes. If she had been at university those mistakes would not have been noticed by her family, but in a strict regime and living with her uncle and aunt it was inevitable she would get in trouble.
Her mum and dad had flown over from England for a week. Erin had predicted her aunt would now see more of her sister and she was right. Erin though still had her friends and what just-eighteen year old wants to spend all their time with parents, aunties and uncles? So she went out one evening. The party was some distance away and she was taking Kerry, so apart from any other reason she had no alcohol at the party whatsoever. Others however did. Kerry went silly on the beer available and so did one boy who was driving his two friends. The two friends were staying the night at his place and he was the designated driver. As time wore on this particular lad was so drunk it was obvious he couldn't drive at all.
Erin was concerned about them all and kept trying to persuade them to pack it in; she promised to take them all to the driver's house, his car would be easy enough to pick up at another time. By this time she was sick of the party and really wanted to just go home but she felt responsible as virtually the only sober one around. Eventually she won and persuaded Kerry, the drunk driver boy, and his two pals to get in her car. She certainly felt the weight of three hulking lads in her small car. It handled very differently to normal but she began the journey. The drunk driver lived on a farm some way out and with the heavy load it took her quite some time to get there. The boy's father was standing outside waiting.
As they piled out he asked her, "Drunk is he?"
"Well sort of."
"And you, have you been drinking?"
"No sir nothing but soft drinks. I would have got them back sooner but..."
"They didn't want to come?"
"Something like that. Please don't be cross with him, he's really very nice just got a bit carried away."
"Huh! Well he has an appointment with my strap but thank you for bringing him back. Good of you. What's your name?"
"Erin Bilsborrow."
"Are you Jack's niece?"
"Yes sir."
"Mm, well I have heard good things about you. Now you'd better get her home," he nodded at Kerry who was asleep in the car. "She looks like she is in for a dose of the strap too."
Erin could only agree and drove Kerry home in silence knowing that handing her over was to condemn her to a good strapping. Luckily when she got to Kerry's house Kerry's parents were still out at a friend's so she put her to bed and shut out the light making sure that Kerry was on her side with a pillow behind her in case she was sick. Then she went to her own home.
Her mum and dad, Uncle Jack and Aunt Nicola were all sitting in the living room and looked deeply unhappy. Uncle Jack took the lead. "What time do you call this Erin?"
Now for the first time Erin looked at the time. It was one o'clock. "Oh, I didn't realise," she mumbled.
"Have you been drinking?"
"No honestly, only soft drinks all evening."
"So where have you been, you know you have to be back by eleven if you're driving?"
"Well I went to the party and I just dropped Kerry home."
"Two hours after your driving curfew though."
Erin was torn; she realised she hadn't organised herself very well. She should have arranged to stay over somewhere. Now if she told them it would jeopardise future parties because they wouldn't like all the drunken behaviour. If she didn't tell them she was in trouble for being two hours late and that meant a spanking. What to do - get spanked or risk party permissions?
With a very heavy heart she mumbled, "I must have lost track of time. Eleven is very early to leave a party."
"Enough of that cheekiness Erin." Her dad sounded really
cross as he hated rudeness of any kind.
Erin wasn't to know that the adults had decided an hour ago that unless she had an excellent reason for being late and not contacting them she would be spanked. Her dad, not eager to do the deed, had eagerly conceded head of household and in loco parentis status as Erin lived full time at her aunt and uncle's house.
"Erin," Uncle Jack sounded stern but upset, "I am ashamed of you coming in two hours late with no communication and being so sassy about it. Early to leave a party indeed! Go to your room and get ready. Even if it is one am, you know what you're getting."
Erin put her head down and scuttled to her room feeling very aggrieved. Eleven o'clock was way too early and it wasn't her fault she was late back, she was looking after everyone else. It was all so not fair. She could easily have explained there was no signal out in that farm area so she couldn't ring home but doing that would mean more explanations.
Erin had dressed carefully for the party. She had on a pair of tight black trousers that looked as if she had been poured into them, a sparkly belt which was more for decoration than any practical use, a beautiful pure white silk top, stylish blue shirt-jacket with the sleeves folded back a little and some bracelets to show off her beautiful wrists, lots of necklaces looped together, and to finish it all off a large black floppy hat. She had looked stunning and knew it. Now it all seemed like so much junk.
She threw the hat into a corner, kicked off her shoes, tossed the shirt-jacket to join the hat, removed all her jewellery and put it in her box and then hesitated. Did she take off these trousers before her uncle came in or try and pull them down before going over his knee. She suddenly felt so embarrassed. Her parents and her aunt were going to be out there and they would certainly hear her getting spanked. She was eighteen for heaven's sake. But her heart wasn't in rebellion, she knew what she had signed up for and why. She decided her uncle had seen enough of her to make modesty superfluous and yanked her trousers down throwing those into the corner as well and then with a 'what the heck does it matter' face pulled her panties down and off and threw those to follow.
