5 comments/ 48319 views/ 8 favorites My Grandchild Ch. 01 By: Joseki Ko I have known I was a failure for years. My only daughter Magi is an alcoholic. She got pregnant when she was 16 and married and divorced when she was 17. She has also done a terrible job of raising my granddaughter Jackie. Jackie just turned 18 this year and she is a terror to behold. She's just like her mom. Spends all night out with boys drinking and partying. Jackie wants to go to college, but like most kids she hasn't figured out how to do it. She just expects one of us adults to send her on a four year party. I got together with my sister Kathy and we cooked up a little scheme between us. I'm only 55 and my sister is 51. But I'm fairly well to do. My husband, god rest his soul, made a lot of money during the computer craze of the 80's. When he died I inherited that and I invested wisely. Which is what brings us to this point. Kathy and I got together with Jackie and Magi and made them an offer. "Ok gram, let's see if I've got this right. You're willing to give me a place to live and provide money for college." Jackie stated "That's right dear. But you will live under my rules. I've seen your grades and I expect better than that from you." Grandma replied This looked like a pretty sweet deal to me. I've been getting around my mom for years. It should be even easier to get by grandma Mary. She's like over 50. So I agreed and we made arrangements to move. Grandma said she'd take me right from my graduation ceremony to her house. I wasn't to happy with that because I had plans with Tommy my boyfriend, but some things just can't be helped. I think grandma suspected something because of the way she looked at me when I balked. She explained that she wanted to have the summer to get aquainted and I could get the feel of the town. I finally agreed because another four years of partying was worth it. I could always make it up to Tommy. So I packed up what I wanted to take with me and we loaded gram's car. After the ceremony we headed right out. I was really surprised. It was like 9 O'clock and we still had a four hour drive to reach Tucson. I thought old people went to bed about then. I slept most of the way and we rolled into gram's house at about two in the morning. Gram and Aunt Kathy unloaded the car and helped me get into the house. I was pretty much out on my feet. Kathy is Grams sister but I call her Aunt. Makes it easier on both of us. Aunt Kathy helped me up to my room and then undressed me and got me into bed. It was kind of nice to be looked after like that. Mom had never really cared. I snuggled down I the huge bed and went right to sleep. Bright and early the next morning I climbed out of bed and found that none of my clothes were in my room. I looked high and low. I did find some kids clothing but nothing that was mine. I finally just wrapped a blanket around myself and headed for the kitchen. I figured that we got in so late last night that all my stuff was probably still in the living room. As I entered the kitchen gram and Aunt Kathy were just setting the table. I smiled and sat down. Telling them that I couldn't find my clothes. They exchanged a look and a smile. Then gram turned to me and said. "Good morning Jackie. The reason you can't find your clothes is that starting today there is going to be a major change in your life. I was never very pleased about your grades when you were in highschool. You did much better in Jr. High. So I know you have the mental muscle your just not applying yourself. By your behavior your telling me you think of yourself as a child." I had to agree here. I did think of myself as a child. Gram also informed me that it was fine by her. If I wanted to be treated like a child I would be. I don't recall saying that exactly but... She also informed me that if I was going to sponge off her for college money and a place to live while I was at college, she was going to make sure she got her money's worth. I would not only be an obedient child but I would get good grades. She was going to accomplish this by taking me back to my childhood and helping me live it right. When I asked how she thought she could do this, I got a lecture on age regression role play and it's benefits. Not exactly what I meant. I was also informed that the upcoming summer months were going to be used to reinstate my value system and deal with my years of being a 'Naughty' child. "You have acted like a little brat Jackie, and now you're going to be treated like one. At least until you learn to act like an adult" I enjoyed the look of misgiving on my granddaughters face. She new she was in trouble. I did give her the option of returning home to her mother and forgoing an education. She thought it over during the rest of breakfast and finally agreed she needed the help. My Grandchild Ch. 02 Gram told me we were going to start this morning and that I should go change into the clothes I found in my room. I was surprised and it just popped out. “But those are little girl clothes.” The look Gram gave me would have melted butter. “Oh right sorry.” I jumped out of the chair and headed for my room to change. I had a lot to think about on my way to my room. I’d never even heard of an arrangement like this. I wondered if Gram and Aunt Kathy were getting a sexual thrill out of this. And they might be. But I think it was more due to the fact that Gram just didn’t want to see me end up like my mother. Mom was fun but she never was much in the mom department. I was wondering how far Gram was going to go with this. I’d looked through the drawers in my room earlier and I must not have been paying much attention. Because all the kids clothing fit me. Now I’m only eighteen but I look younger I have a very small athletic body. I wanted to be a gymnast for awhile. But we really couldn’t afford the lessons. I’m only 5 feet tall and Just last year at a Halloween party I’d been mistaken for a baby. I got dressed and boy was I unhappy. I’d found a dress that only grandma’s would put on their little girl. It was a very short yellow dress that barely came down to the tops of my thighs. Bending over for anything would give anyone a look at my Cat in the Hat panties. My bare legs ended in white socks with little yellow trim and hi glossed black dress shoes. I was dressed every inch the eight year old little girl. As I came downstairs I found Gram and Aunt Kathy watching Jerry Springer. They turned off the TV and made little cooing noises over me like they did when I was eight and they thought I did something cute. They walked me into the kitchen and sat me down on a chair. Gram pulled her hairbrush off the counter and began brushing my hair while Aunt Kathy began removing my fingernail extensions. When they were done I went and looked in the mirror. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Now instead of just dressing like one, with my hair in two piggy tails and my fingernails a natural color, I looked exactly like am eight year old. I would have a very easy time getting into movies for half price. Gram and Aunt Kathy were behind me nodding and gram turned to Aunt Kathy. “Well she’s ready for our trip to the mall.” Said Gram I was horrified when I heard Gram say this. I had to go out looking like this. Somehow I thought it would just be here at home. “You’re really going to cut her hair short?” Aunt Kathy asked “I know she’s just darling in those piggy tails, but a bob will be so much easier to care for and like we talked about it will be so much harder to hide later.” Gram replied “Besides she’ll look so cute when we get the family portrait at Sears. As my sister said this I could see Jackie's eyes grow wide in terror and she took off for the phone. I just grinned to my sister as I heard Jackie say hello to her mother. We’d talked this over with Magi and she thought it was for the best as well. Jackie was sure to follow in her footsteps. She was actually surprised that the girl wasn’t a mother already. I could hear Jackie’s voice grow in alarm as Magi told her to stay. Jackie was almost speechless when Magi told her she’d visit in a few months and give her the spanking she should have gotten when she was younger. Jackie was stunned but when she hung up the phone she came back loaded for bear. Her chin was down and you knew she was about to put her foot down. As I came back from talking to my mom I new I was going to have to try something desperate. Or I was going to end up looking like this for a very long time. I’d no more than started on a terrific protest when my ear was grabbed and Gram marched me back into the kitchen where she sat down and hauled me over her knee. I felt my ridiculously small skirt being lifted and then the first smack came. Sharp and stinging across my bottom. I let out a squeak and the next blow came on the other cheek. I hadn’t been spanked since I was in junior high, and come to think of it, Gram was doing the honors then too. She smacked my poor little bottom ten times, and then she pulled down my panties and gave me a good lecture on what having an attitude would get me. I couldn’t believe it. There I was bare bottomed over my grandma’s lap getting spanked like a little girl. When the lecture finally ran down Gram started spanking my bare bottom. After about twenty smacks she asked if I was trying to hurt her hand and sent Aunt Kathy over for the hairbrush. I had to wait like that while Aunt Kathy retrieved the hairbrush and gave it to gram. I felt gram rub it over my bottom like she was checking her target area, and then the smacks really started coming. It wasn’t long before I was crying like the little girl they were trying to make me. When at long last it was over I was dragged by an ear out to the couch, where Aunt Kathy had spread a towel. Some where I had lost my underwear, but it seemed not to matter as I was put into a diaper and then had plastic pants put on me. I was then sat on the couch and told to stay there until Gram was ready to go. And there I sat my hands folded tears flowing down my face as gram busied herself getting ready for our trip to the mall. My Grandchild Ch. 03 I had plenty of time to think about my situation while I sat there waiting for gram. It had been bad enough to wear those cat in the hat panties, but these plastic pants were infinitely worse. Every time I moved I made crinkling noises that could be heard for a hundred feet at least. I mean I knew getting an education was important but was it this important? Gram and Aunt Kathy came back into the room carrying a big bright yellow bow. They both grinned like the Cheshire cat when they put this thing into my hair. “Now” gram stated “we are going to the mall where we will get you some more clothing, and a more appropriate haircut. For the record, failure on your part to act like an obedient child will result in you getting your mouth washed out with soap in the ladies room, and a very sound spanking when we get home tonight. Am I making myself clear young lady?” All I could do was nod. “I’ve put your wallet in my safe and while we are at the mall Aunt Kathy will send ALL of the things you brought with you back to your mother. You will own nothing that I have not provided. It will be a long time, if ever before your allowed things like nylons, make-up or boys. Any questions young lady?” I couldn’t help myself I started crying again I felt so miserable. “But Grandma don’t you love me?” I sobbed. Gram sat down on the couch next to me and put her arm around me in a very comforting fashion. “Of course I love you girl, we both do. That’s why were doing this.” I kind of looked at her in shock. She just nodded and went on. “I had your mother when I was seventeen. She followed in my footsteps with you. We are both surprised and proud that you made it through high school without becoming pregnant. We also know you’re not a virgin. This puts you in the same category with us. Your mom, Aunt Kathy and I would all like to see you do better than we have. Your mom has already tried raising you pretty much the same way I raised her. And it’s obviously not working. So we are going to try this approach. We are doing this because we love and care for you. If we didn’t care I’d have let you go out with Tommy after your graduation.” I was kind of shocked at this but I could see her point. I would have made Tommy just as happy as I did after the prom. And while we did use birth control, accidents do happen. I also remembered all those years of being a latch key kid. I always thought my mom just didn’t care about me, and I did have to admit if only to myself that being in Gram’s care this last day or so made me feel very warm and protected. “But do I have to go out dressed like this?” I wailed Gram just kind of laughed and hugged me to he. “When you start acting like an adult young lady I’ll start treating you like one and get you clothing to match. Fair enough?” I sat there with Gram holding me for a few minutes. I thought it over and I did need the tuition money. I really could use some structure in my life. But like this? I finally agreed in my head to try it, and put my arms around gram and just cried myself out. I cried about my freshly spanked bottom too. I mean hey why not get it all out of my system. “Do I really have to wear the plastic pants?” Gram kind of whispered in my ear. “Yes you do. If you hadn’t complained earlier I’d of left you with your panties but you chose to act like a brat, and I treated you like one. Although I do love that bow.” I kind of laughed at this. “Also little girl, when we get home from the mall I’m going to remove all the hair below your head. Body hair is a privilege for those of us who are adults. I want you to have a constant reminder about your situation.” “Gram? I’m due for my period in a couple of weeks. Am I allowed panties then?” “No dear the diapers won’t come off during your menstrual cycle. You will wear them under your clothes. Only your Aunt and I are allowed to remove them. If you try anything you’ll spend the rest of the week wearing nothing but the diaper, a baby bonnet and a pair of handcuffs. Understand?” Well I must have been getting use to these pronouncements because I just nodded my acquiescence. I would try really hard to be a good little girl. My Grandchild Ch. 04 When I was all cried out Gram gave me a little pat on the head and finished getting ready. I sat on the couch with my back straight and my hands folded together. I had to admit this was an effective approach with me. I had never felt so humiliated or out of control in my entire life. I was also really dreading the trip to the mall. Buying, clothes or shoes, and the hair stylist. Oh my goodness, the hair stylist. You just knew people were going to be looking at my plastic diapers. I was getting to the verge of panic when gram came back and took me out to the car. When we got to the mall gram got out of the car and came around to my door and let me out. She took my hand and together we walked into the mall. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. Most people thought I really was eight and paid me no mind. As we walked by an indoor play area gram leaned over and whispered. “Do you want to stop and play young lady?” My face went bright red just thinking about squatting down with all the little kids and doing childish things. Gram just kind of smiled and we walked on to Sears. Gram made me try on lots of things, like most kids I balked at some of the items gram had picked out. Which got me a swat on the fanny. And then I tried them on. Gram had picked me up several more outfits, and two new pairs of shoes before she decided we’d had enough and went to the hair stylist. I was wondering how gram was going to get my hair cut without the stylist really figuring out what was going on. It turned out I was mistaken. As we walked in the stylist greeted gram by name. She looked me up and down as she and gram talked, and had me turn around several times. “Your right, and your wrong.” The stylist concluded. She looks really good in those piggy tails and a lot of young girls have long hair because their moms like to play with it. But it’s also easier for her to change if she goes out. I'd recommend a Page boy cut. That way it’s pretty hard for her to mess with it, and it will increase the illusion that she’s eight.” Gram just smiled “Thanks Justin I knew you’d help me out. Now I’m going to do a little more shopping while you work. Send what you cut to ‘Locks of Love’ I’ll be back in a little while. I’m leaving her in your custody. If she gives you any trouble don’t hesitate to spank her.” Then gram turned to me. “You heard me young lady, if you act up at all Justin can and will spank your bare bottom. Will you be a good girl?” “Yes gram.” I answered. “I’ll be good.” When gram left Justine gave me a knowing smile, a wink and a lollipop. Then she got me into the chair and all decked out in the smock they use and began tying my hair. If you donate hair, the part they cut off or donate must be ten inches from the base of your neck. Mine went about fourteen. I started to tear up again as Justine took my ‘Donation’. Justine wasn’t all bad though. She told me that my hair would be donated to a cancer patient who had no hair and that I would make some one very happy. That helped a little bit. When she had trimmed me she got me up and we went to the wash basin so she could wash my hair before she started on the bob. I balked at sitting in the chair because my plastic pants would show and I didn’t want to flash everyone at the mall. Justine took gram at her word though and spun me around and applied several smacks to my still tender bottom. “Now am I going to have to give you the full treatment, or are you going to behave and get in the chair.” Justine asked. I almost tried her but, I really thought she would take gram at her word and spank me. So I flashed everyone and sat before the washbasin trying to keep my legs together. When I was thoroughly washed she led me back to her station and proceeded with gram’s instructions. I was amazed that she could talk down to me like I was a little girl. And I found out that a good stylist can make anyone in their care relax. She talked to me like I was eight but by the time she was done I was feeling kind of good about the whole experience. She was just securing the bow back to my head when gram walked back in. I new immediately from grams smile that my ‘style’ really made me look young. When Justine was finished she turned the chair around so that I could see my reflection. I was stunned. The look was complete. Even I thought I looked eight. Justine just gave me a wicked smile as I stared in disbelief at her. Gram thanked her profoundly and gave her a very large tip. “You really know your stuff Justine. I can’t believe how good she looks.” Gram said. Justine grinned in appreciation. “Well I’m somewhat experienced in this area. Your granddaughter is not the first ‘child’ I’ve done. A couple of other members in our bridge club had something like this done.” And Justine laughed. “And not all of them were girls either.” My Grandchild Ch. 05 As we left the salon gram headed back towards Sears. Sure enough we stopped by that play area and in I went run around and have fun. I was pretty self conscious for the first few minutes, but I kind of began to get into it playing a game of hop-scotch. When Gram finally said it time to go I was amazed that half an hour had passed. I wasn’t going to argue though. I was still trying to avoid that rip to the bathroom. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t another eighteen year old in the mall who was worried about being dragged by the ear into a bathroom to have their mouth washed out with soap. I kept glancing in the windows to see my reflection. I couldn’t believe I was the same person. My new hair cut the big bow, the very short dress and bare legs. Even I thought I was eight. It was downright scary. I really wish I could have done something about those plastic pants. As we posed for the picture, I couldn’t help but grimace, I knew this was one photo that gram was going to put on the wall. After the third time the photographer tried to make me smile, gram reached over and tickled me. That really got me going. I smiled pretty much through the rest of the time I was there. When we left I remembered to take Gram’s hand as we headed for the car. After we got home I had an hour before dinner to play. Gram had even bought me some dolls. I wasn’t allowed to watch TV. ‘It rot’s the mind dear.’ I really had to mind my manners during dinner. It was different to actually have to clean my plate. Anything Gram put on my plate I had to taste but could leave if I didn’t like it. Anything I put on my plate I had to finish. I surprised myself by taking a little more than I should have and then being forced to stay there until I’d finished it. At eight O’clock I found it was bath time. I tried my best to behave as Gram bathed me. It was amazing how much she enjoyed having a child to care for. When my bath was almost over Aunt Kathy walked in with a pair of scissors and a razor. I realized then the comment about no hair below my head had not been an idle threat. I tried to beg off stating that not only was it to embarrassing but with those plastic diapers on no one would notice if I was shaved or not. As I was pulled from the bathtub by my ear I was informed that no one had better find out if I was shaved or not because little ladies did not go around showing off. I was draped over Gram’s knee for the second time that day. My bottom was still a little sore from the last one and my wet behind only made it sting more. The first slap across my bottom surely got my attention and Gram then gave me a good fifty licks. I was kicking my legs and crying real tears before the first ten smacks had been delivered. Gram was alternating cheeks and she knew the secret to a good spanking. Use your wrist not your arm. I’m still not sure how I made it through fifty. During my spanking I was reminded that I didn’t get a choice anymore, and this would serve as a constant reminder to me that I’d lost all the privileges associated with adulthood. And last but certainly not least I was being shaved because Gram said so. With one last smack that really stung I was told to get back into the tub. A lifetime of embarrassment later my little mound was shaved ‘Schoolgirl clean’ it remains so to this day. Gram and Aunt Kathy were almost fanatical about my remaining shaved. They felt that a complete lack of body hair would effect me psychologically and the were right. I could feel my self giving up control and becoming their little girl. This began a routine where every Sat night I would report naked to Aunt Kathy and let her inspect me. The merest hint of stubble and I found the whole depilation process was started over. I did have a little fun, that first time they shaved so much hair off me that I clogged up the drain and they had to call a plumber. My Grandchild Ch. 06 “Jackie…Jackie honey it’s time to get up.” I rolled over and looked at the clock, 7 AM. Why was I getting up at 7 AM. “What the hell Gram why are you getting me up at seven in blessed morning.?” I had forgotten my situation. My ear was grabbed with a painful twist and I was hauled out of bed and right over my grandmothers lap. I’d been given a little nightgown to wear but I hadn’t liked it so I was sleeping naked. ‘SMACK’ “Owwww please no Gram I’ll be good!” ‘SMACK’ “Gram I’m sorry!” “Your going to be very sorry by the time I’m done with you young lady.” The smacks continued to rain down across my poor bottom. “First I find you not wearing the bed clothes I’d left out for you and then the first thing you do today is cuss at me! You may be eating all your meals off the mantle today.” ‘SMACK’ I was up to around twenty smacks when I just couldn’t hold it in any more, I began crying like a little girl. Gram was definitely serious. She wasn’t holding anything back. As I got my spanking it crossed my mind that this was going to be a very long day. After about forty smacks I really think you could have fried an egg on my bum. Although I can’t really say that was the foremost thought in my head. I was thinking more about how much it hurt and how much longer it would go on. I had no control over how long my spanking would last. It was entirely up to gram. And boy was she upset. I finally couldn’t help myself and reached back to protect my bottom. Gram hit my hand once and then stopped. Grabbing my hand she forced it up behind my back. “To bad Jackie, I was almost finished now I’ll have to start over.” Gram stated. “NO! Gram! You can’t be serious. I can’t take any more I’ll die.” I yelped. “Anytime you try to protect yourself your spanking will start over, and just for the record dear, no one has ever died from a spanked bottom.” Gram replied with just a little exasperation in her voice. I’d been up to around eighty or so smacks, I think. I’d really lost count when the pain got to be to much. Sure enough my spanking started over. It wasn’t quite as hard though. But it still hurt like the dickens. After the first few smacks all I could do was lay over my Grandma’s knee and sob. I have to admit she was determined. At one point I peeked over my shoulder and got a look at Gram’s face. She had a very serious and determined look on her face. I’d seen the same look when she was sewing something and the fabric wasn’t cooperating. It was that same kind of determined look you get when you have a distasteful job that needs doing and your not going to shirk your responsibility but do it right. I just continued to cry as Gram finished my spanking. She held me over her knee when she was done and kind of stroked my bottom. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to ease the pain or if she was just admiring her handiwork. “Ok little girl, up you go.” Gram punctuated this comment with a sharp slap to my bottom. And boy that got me off her lap fast. I couldn’t help it my hands just went to my very hot bottom and I was kind of dancing around as I stood there. This was one spanking that was going to last awhile. As gram stood up she reached over and reacquired my ear. She started walking out of my room and I was forced to follow as she dragged me by the ear. It was humiliating to be dragged by an ear while I was still trying to comfort my very sore bottom. I asked where we were going but Gram just remained silent as we walked down the hall. I actually recoiled in surprise as gram turned into the bathroom. One sharp tug from her though propelled me into the bathroom with her. She turned me using my ear and after making me drop my hands she applied another couple of smack to my bottom for resisting. Gram shut the lid on the toilet and then sat my burning bottom down on it. It was so cold and any kind of sitting hurt so my sobs started anew. Gram just turned and began to wash her hands. Gram uses Ivory soap. When she was done washing her hands she turned to me. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. She’d got the soap all wet and foamy so it would leave more of a taste in my mouth. Sure enough she grabbed my chin and stuck her thumb in my mouth. With a gentle tug she opened my mouth and inserted the Ivory soap. She worked it all around my mouth attempting to get the soap every where. She did a really good job. And I just couldn’t help but run my tongue over the soap, in an attempt to push it out of my mouth. As soon as gram was sure she had covered my hole mouth she kind of jammed the soap in and told me I had to hold it for two minutes. Tears were still leaking down my face but I sat there, my bottom on fire, my hands clenching the toilet lid and that stupid soap in my mouth for two minutes. Gram finally looked up from her watch and said ok and held out her hand. I spit the soap into it and Gram turned and washed off the soap. She then filled a little Dixie cup with water and told me I could rinse my mouth. I rinsed out as much of the soap as I could but I knew from experience I was going to have this taste in my mouth for awhile. Gram grabbed me by the ear again and turned my head so that I’d have to look at her. “I went easy on you this time Jackie, next time I’ll continue your spanking while you hold the soap.” “Yes Ma’am, I understand.” “Now curtsy and thank me for trying to make you a better person.” I needed a little help in being shown how to curtsy, not something I‘d tried in years and my form wasn’t quite right. “Thank you for trying to make me a better person gram.” Gram just nodded and taking me by the ear we headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was stood in a corner of the kitchen while Gram and Aunt Kathy cooked, ate, and cleaned up after breakfast. As Gram put me in the corner she gave my bare bottom a pat and said “I think a couple of hours in the corner will help you think through your new life.” I kind of quailed at this but I dutifully put my nose to the paint and stood there. About twenty minutes later my face was very hot from my breath and I was really bored. I turned around and dropping a curtsy asked if I could please have something to eat. It was Aunt Kathy this time who hauled me over hr knee by my ear and tanned my hide again. Her spanking was much shorter than grams but she hit a whole lot harder. I was then placed back in the corner with instructions not to lift my nose from the paint until one of them came and got me. I found out later that I stood there for two hours. A well punished girl with her very spanked bottom facing out for the world to see. And believe me I kept my nose touching that wall for the entire time. My Grandchild Ch. 07 After I was let out of the corner, I was taken back up to my room where gram dressed me. It was humiliating enough to have been spanked this morning but being dressed like I couldn't do it myself was just that much worse. Gram had set out a pink dress that barely reached the top of my thighs, little white socks with pink trim around the anklets, my shiny black shoes, and a diaper with plastic pants. It looked like it was going to be another long day. Gram seemed to get a special pleasure this morning from applying talcum powder to my already very sore butt. I finally couldn't hold in my curiosity anymore. I figured that while she seemed to be so happy powdering my butt it would be a good time to ask her questions. "Hey gram?" "Yes dear." She replied "What's the occasion today?" I asked "What occasion honey?" "Well your dressing me up really nice so I just thought there was an occasion for it." "Oh yes dear, my bridge club is coming over today and I want you to look nice for them." Now I froze at that, and got a dirty look from gram. I've met her bridge club before. I even learned to play bridge so I could sit in with them at times. They all new me and occasionally one or the other brought a grandchild like me to play. I just hadn't realized I would be doing the 8 year old thing in front of people I knew. Gram gave me a gentle swat to remind me that she still needed my attention. When I was fully dressed we went down stairs and I found Aunt Kathy setting up several card tables and chairs. I pitched in and helper her do that. My bottom was still really sore and I would stiffen up every once in a while. Every time Aunt Kathy noticed a little grin would flit across her face. From the tables we moved into the kitchen and started assembling finger sandwiches. We made several plates of these, and started several pitchers of tea. I had really worked up an appetite by the time we were done. Especially since my morning punishment meant I'd missed breakfast. I kind of wheedled Aunt Kathy into making me my favorite casserole. She was feeling magnanimous, so she let me make it with her. I had to admit I learned a few things about cooking. We all sat down to eat a little after noon. Well Aunt Kathy and gram sat down. I tried sitting down and then asked if I could eat lunch off the counter. They both laughed and said that would be fine. After lunch I helped do the dishes and then went up to my room. I laid down (on my stomach) for a while and took a little nap. Seven in the morning was still way to early to be up. Along about two in the afternoon gram came and got me up. I was taken to the bathroom where gram gave my face a quick washing and then we went downstairs. Gram and Aunt Kathy went into the kitchen to do a few last minute things. I offered to help but they told me I'd been a good girl, and could sit on the couch and read. I was just starting to really get into my book, laying on my stomach when the doorbell rang. "Jackie honey could you get that please?" Gram called. I really didn't want to do that, but I knew if I refused I'd get another trip over gram's knee. "Yes ma'am." I called back and dutifully headed for the door. As I opened the door I was confronted with Mrs. Jackson. I've never really gotten along with her and today was going to be no exception. "Oh Jackie honey, you look just darling." Mrs. Jackson purred "Thank you Mrs. Jackson would you care to come in?" I was trying to be really nice. "Oh and so well mannered to. Not at all like you usually are." Mrs. Jackson walked in and pinching my check headed for the card tables. Two others had shown up by the time gram and Aunt Kathy came back from the kitchen. Both had commented on how cute I looked and I was thinking seriously about running away from home. Gram entertained the ladies for a few minutes, and then they started setting up for their first game. When it cam time to choose sides gram bowed out claiming it wouldn't be right to ignore the rest of the club when they showed up. The other ladies nodded at that as they realized they'd be upset if gram was ignoring them. Not Mrs. Jackson though she was pretty bothered by it. With a wicked twinkle in her eye gram volunteered me to play as Mrs. Jackson's partner. My mouth just dropped open in shock when Mrs. Jackson looked over at me and smiled a very large grin. "Why that would be wonderful, Jackie would you like to be my partner?" "Sure she would Betty." Gram replied. "Just let me borrow her in the kitchen for one sec." Mrs. Jackson acquiesced and I followed gram into the kitchen. As soon as we were through the swinging door gram rounded on me and shoved me up against a wall. "Jackie I know you don't like Betty, but you will play with her and you will win. I know you could bid badly and ruin the game for her." Gram whispered. I just kind of nodded because this had been going through my head. "Well let me just set the record straight if you don't give her your best game, then after they're gone I will give you the tanning of your young life. Do I make myself clear?" I paled at the thought of this. "Yes ma'am I understand." Gram gave me a pitcher of Ice water and with a tight smile sent me scurrying out to offer refreshments and then play bridge. I tried my best and Mrs. Jackson won every game that I partnered with her. I was really sweating bullets about that tanning, and I don't think I ever paid more attention to a game in my life. As the other ladies showed up I had to get up and curtsy to each one of them. I got to play at everyone's table that day as they passed me around. They all wanted to get a better look at me. Several times I had to get up and turn completely around so they could see the full effect. I think my face was red for hours. By the time the club broke up my bottom was really sore again from having to sit on those hard chairs and I was completely humiliated. I just wanted to go to my room and be alone. Gram let me go and didn't call me back until dinner was ready. I made it through my bath that night without earning another spanking and I was never so glad to see my bed. My Grandchild Ch. 08 I'd been at Gram's about a month now. I was starting to get the hang of things. I'd gotten quite a few spankings and I really think I was staring to enjoy the taste of Ivory soap. Overall it wasn't to difficult. Although the week of my period was a trial for us all. I lasted till about the third day when I got sick and tired of asking Gram or Aunt Kathy to change my diaper. So I did it myself. I lasted almost an hour before Gram was checking me. It took her no time at all to figure out that I had changed my own diaper. Sure enough, I got grabbed by my ear and down to the kitchen we went. Gram picked up her hairbrush and tanned my hide but good. I did the red bottom tango for gram and then she put me back into my favorite corner. I was only there long enough for Gram to secure several necessary items. She put me back in a diaper, put a nice pink baby bonnet on me. And the handcuffed me. I spent the first couple of hours with my hands cuffed behind my back before gram relented and cuffed them in front of me. I spent the rest of the week wearing that and nothing else. Talk about an effective grounding. There was no way I was going out like that or even answering the door. I'd begun to learn that those fancy dresses that barely reached the tops of my thighs were reserved for special occasions. Usually when she wanted to show me off. Other times I was kept in a variety of kids clothes. Or if I'd been bad nothing at all. Those days were pretty hard. I also learned that if I lost my clothing I was more apt to get spanked and cornered. So this morning when Gram laid out my pink dress with matching anklets and those detestable black shoes, I knew something was up. It got worse when I asked Gram who we where going to see today and she just patted me on the head and told me to go play. I have quite a collection of Barbies now. When the doorbell rang at eleven in the morning I was kind of glad I was going to get whatever this was over with. I yelled to Gram that I'd get it and I practically flew to the door. As I opened it I was given a very rude surprise. There stood my mom. At least for once she wasn't drunk. "My Jackie aren't you cute." My mom drolled. "Hi Mom would you care to come in." Mom rolled in to the house and squeezed my cheek as she walked by. I was getting used to that. It seemed that everyone I met since my transformation would squeeze my cheek the first time they met me. Gram came out of the kitchen and they greeted each other very warmly. I knew I was in bigger trouble than I thought right then. Anytime those two get along is a bad time for me. My Daughter looked so cute in that adorable pink dress and those matching anklets. I just couldn't resist pinching her cheek as I walked by. She didn't even comment on the bag I was carrying. I met Gram in the living room and she saw the bag and gave me a wink and a very warm welcome. Gram and I had talked it over a couple of weeks ago, and Gram thought that I should come over and work out some of my unresolved issues with my daughter. I was pretty skeptical when she told me this and I was rather cross with her when I asked her how she thought I should do this since Jackie and I just didn't get along. I was surprised by her answer. Gram sent me a list of people who make specialty wood products. Paddles to be precise. She told me to go buy the weapon of my choice and to stop by and turn my daughter over my knee like I should have done years ago. I finally decided that she was right and I spent some time talking with one of the paddle makers. I'd picked out a beauty. It's striking surface was a good fifteen inches across and 6 inches wide. The paddle was also a good inch thick and guaranteed not to break. It as made out of Ironwood and I'd had some wood burning done to it. It now read "Little Jackie's board of education. Apply to seat of learning. Repeat as necessary." The paddle was highly lacquered and sanded smooth. When I told Jackie I'd come to do what I should have done years ago she seemed pretty unimpressed. When I pulled the paddle out of the bag I thought she was going to faint. I made her read the inscription out loud, and then dragged her over my knee. I gave her a few swats on the back of the dress, and then thrust it up so I could get to her diaper covered bottom. Which I might add also got ten smacks. Then taking down her diaper I gave her a good scolding on all the parts of her life I felt she lacked in. She didn't seem to appreciate my advice, so I laid into her with the paddle. I wasn't surprised that she was crying in no time at all. I know from experience that if you hold the paddle to your subjects bottom after it connects you transfer more force to the bottom and it hurts much more. I gave her about thirty swats on her bare bottom and I wasn't holding anything back I let her have it all. When I was done she leaped off my lap and grabbing her very red bottom she danced around the living room. When she was done dancing but still crying she came over to me and dropping me a curtsy she thanked me for trying to make her a better person. I took Grams advice and sent her to the corner with her diaper still down around her ankles and let her stew there for awhile. I made a present of the paddle to Gram and she thanked me profusely. In return I got an 8 x 10 glossy picture of my daughter in a cute yellow dress holding gram's hand. I took it home and hung it above my TV. I get comments on it every time someone sees it. Especially from people who know Jackie. I'll be looking forward to seeing whatever changes Gram can instill in her. She seems a much nicer girl than when she was mine. My Grandchild Ch. 09 Well I’ve been at Grams for almost three months now. School is starting next week. I was extremely worried about school because I still only had the eight year old outfits to wear. And there was no way I was going back to school dressed as an eight year old. Gram took a little pity on me and told me we’d go shopping as a reward right after my doctors appointment. I didn’t know I had a doctors appointment. I spent a little time wheedling Gram and she took delight in telling me that she and Aunt Cathy were tired of the whole hair removal ritual. I was still being shaved about one a week so I was kind of curious why I’d need a doctors appointment. I subsequently found out that the ‘Doctor’ was a hair removal clinic and I was going to have all the hair below my neck removed permanently. I was pretty dismayed at this. I asked Gram why she thought this was necessary. I then got a long lecture on how much better a person I’d been since my transformation. Gram was thinking she wouldn’t be around forever she’d like to leave me something to remember her by. This way every time I looked in the mirror or undressed for a boyfriend or husband, I’d think about her. I can’t say I was happy about this, but I knew she was right I’d think about her for the rest of my life. So Off we went to the doctors. It was a simple outpatient procedure and we finished up in just one morning. Then we got to go shopping. I was really hoping gram would lighten up on me. And she did to an extent. I actually got to pick out some clothes that made me look like I was eighteen. Although I got nothing flashy. Everything gram eventually bought me was understated but at least tasteful. I popped off to gram once about what she was buying me. I’d forgotten that being in public didn’t stop Gram. She grabbed my ear and marched me down to the ladies room, where I had my mouth washed out with soap. I had to spend ten minutes in the corner with that awful taste in my mouth before I was allowed to rinse it out. I was also informed that I had just earned myself a session with the paddle that night. It was a very different girl who went back to the store with gram and apologized to the clerk. I even gave her a curtsy. I really hate that knowing smile I get from people when they figure out I’m old enough to be in college and I still get bare bottom spankings from my Grandmother. That night when we got home Gram mad me strip and Aunt Kathy gave me a full inspection. It was humiliating to have stand there naked as the day I was born, while they handled me like a prize heifer and discussed me and my body as if I wasn’t there. After the inspection was done Gram sent me to fetch my paddle from the living room wall. I really hate where she keeps the paddle. The bridge club has all seen it and they’ve all commented on it. My face goes beat red whenever some one asks gram about it. She always tells them the truth. That whenever I’m naughty I go bare bottomed over her knee for a sound spanking. I was even spanked once in front of her friends. I had lied about the paddle and Gram had let that go with a whisper that I would get a good tanning that night. I sort of figured I had free reign in public and when the lady asked me another question I was rude to her. Gram never even hesitated she was up out of her chair like a shot. She grabbed me by the ear and marched me over to the paddle. I took it down when gram told me to and I was marched back to the chair by Grams guest. I was then turned over gram’s knee, and when my bottom was bared I got a very sound spanking. When I was let to my feet I grabbed my bottom and did my little dance, not caring if the company got a good look at my shaved pussy. I was mortified though when Gram handed her friend the paddle and told me to get over her friends knee. I balked at this and when gram reacquired my ear she whispered that I would get such a tanning tonight for not complying. If I didn’t get over her friends knee I would get a real tanning from Gram and then I would go over her friends knee. I got over her friends knee real fast then and made sure my already red bottom was presented well to her. I only got about ten whacks with the paddle, and she wasn’t as good with the paddle as Gram was. Most people think spanking is all in the arm. It’s not it’s all in the wrist. I then got to spend the rest of the afternoon with my nose in the corner displaying my red and spanked bottom. My Grandchild Ch. 10 Well I’ve been back in school now for about a month and a half, and believe me it’s been a rocky month and a half. I’m also back in adult clothing now. Even if either Gram or Aunt Kathy lay it out for me. They’ve even let me wear lipstick twice! But only during the week am I allowed adult clothing. Weekends I’m back in baby bonnets or little girl dresses, or if I’m grounded nothing at all. And believe me there is nothing like being stark naked to convince you to stay inside. The paddle mom gave Gram is still a source of humiliation for me. Gram has it hung in the living room and every time I bring a friend over they ask about the paddle. I keep trying to explain it away, but I never was a very good liar. I just get a knowing smirk, and they change the conversation. It drives me nuts because the embarrassment is just awful. I mean being spanked when your eighteen is bad enough but to have your friends knowing about it is just worse. I found out early that if anyone asks Gram she cackles and tells them that it’s true, I go bare bottomed over her knee whenever she thinks I need it. I just about die from embarrassment every time. One friend even commented that my face turned as red as my bottom at this news. I’ve tried lying about it to save face, but if Gram hears me lie she makes it a point to give me a good bed time paddling for lying. Every time I get caught lying I think it’s worth the price I’ll pay, but come bed time I’m never so sure. Especially when I’m crying and doing the red bottomed dance around the room afterwards. Well come to think of it, I still think it’s better than being laughed at. But yesterday my house of cards may have come tumbling down. I met this guy at school. Cal is a real nice guy, six feet tall and strong as an ox. He’s just great. He gave me a ride home from school and I made the mistake of inviting him in for a coke. He of course asked about the paddle and I of course lied to him. I hadn’t realized that aunt Kathy was within earshot when I lied. Now Aunt Kathy has always had this thing about lying. So a few minutes later she comes out and greets Cal. “Well hello kiddo, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Aunt Kathy stated. “No Ma’am.” Cal replied standing up and turning to her and holding out his hand. I leaped to my feet at this. I really didn’t want her to talk to him. “Aunt Kathy, this is Cal a fiend of mine from school. Cal this is my Aunt Kathy. Cal was Just leaving Aunt Kathy.” Aunt Kathy gave him a good handshake and asked him to sit down. Over the next several minutes she asked him a lot of questions. I thought some of them were pretty nosy but Cal didn’t seem to mind. I really started to worry when Aunt Kathy asked. “So Cal have you ever done any baby sitting?” “Why yes ma’am. Mostly back home.” Cal replied “Did you ever have to spank any of the kids you baby sat?” queried Aunt Kathy. “Well ma’am,” Cal leaned back. “Therein lies the story. I have spanked my fair share of kids. But if the parents want or expect me to spank their kids when they misbehave, I’ll do it. But I want permission in writing before they leave me with their kids.” “You sound pretty experienced Cal, where you ever hired just so that you could spank the kids?” “Yes ma’am,” Cal nodded in Ernest. The widow hired me to discipline her two kids after their father died. And if I do say so my self they are turning out to be pretty good kids.” Now this conversation was really starting to worry me. “Cal can I hire you tomorrow night to baby sit my granddaughter. My sister and I want to go see a movie tomorrow night, and I can’t leave her home alone.” “Sure ma’am, if you three want to go out I’ll be happy to baby sit.” “No just me and my sister, I want you to baby-sit Jackie.” Aunt Kathy looked straight at him when she said this. Cal looked right back at her and then to the paddle on the wall and finally over at me. His eyes were very appraising. When he turned back to Aunt Kathy he nodded just once. “Ok if that’s what you want, but I want a notarized letter stating how far I’m allowed to go and all three of you have to sign it, including her.” He pointed at me. Aunt Kathy got a very bright gleam in her eyes. “Agreed, if necessary can you make her cry? We always do.” “Ma’am if that’s in the instructions I guarantee it will be done.” Aunt Kathy thanked him and told him to be here promptly at six tomorrow night. She wanted to eat dinner as well. Cal nodded agreement and took his leave. As I walked him to the door he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You’d better be a good little girl. I spank hard and I’ll live up to my word if I have to spank you and they want you to cry, you will.” I gave him a kiss at the door and told him I’d be looking forward to seeing him tomorrow night. Although I wasn’t so sure about this. After he was gone I went back to find Aunt Kathy grinning from ear to ear. “Tomorrow when he comes over, he will find you in a Diaper, A cut off T-shirt and a baby bonnet. You will be sucking a pacifier. If you give me any problems at all between now and then he will find you naked, bottom pointing up, as you lay over the back of this chair. There will be a set of spanking instructions and my hairbrush on the table. Any questions?” Of course I had none. “Good then come over hear and get your spanking for lying to him.” “Yes Ma’am.” My Grandchild Ch. 11 Aunt Kathy took me and Gram out to the mail store today. She typed a letter for Cal explaining my baby-sitting rules. It’s actually worse than I thought it would be. Cal is allowed to bare my bottom and spank me anytime he deems it necessary. He may stand me in a corner for as long as he sees fit. He may discipline me in any way he sees fit. Aunt Kathy went on to note in the letter that this could include soap, castor oil or anything else Cal might wish to do to me. He also had to feed me, burp me, and bathe me. Everything you might need to do for a baby. The only stipulation was that Cal could not leave permanent marks. When I read this the first time I told Aunt Kathy I wouldn’t sign it. That may have been my greatest mistake yet. Aunt Kathy immediately turned me over her knee, bared my bottom and tanned my hide. She kept spanking me until I finally agreed to sign it. My bottom was sore the entire trip over to the mail store. The public notary was a nice old lady who was very thorough. She read the whole document and tried very hard not to giggle. The mirth in her look as she read my drivers license and looked at the document was embarrassing, I was so glad to get out of there. When we got home Aunt Kathy reminded me that I needed to be wearing my baby clothes that night. As the hour rolled around to start my first night with a baby-sitter, I got a surprise. After I was all dressed pacifier and everything, Aunt Kathy reminded me that I had been naughty this morning, had I forgotten my refusal to sign the letter? I was mortified, it was bad enough that Cal was going to see me like this but to find me bare bottomed and draped over a chair! I started to plead with Gram but she gave me the look and I knew I was in for it. Ten minute’s before Cal was due to show up, Aunt Kathy came into the living room. She was carrying two documents. My notarized letter, and a list of spanking instructions. She set the letter and the instructions on the coffee table next to the hairbrush and looked meaningfully at me. I went over to the big blue armchair, and dropping my diaper, draped myself over the chair. It was extremely humiliating to lay there so exposed, so vulnerable. Waiting for a man I wanted to have sex with to come and spank me for being a naughty little girl. I heard the doorbell ring and Gram and Aunt Kathy answered it together. I could tell they were excited. I heard Cal talking to them and then silence. The silence was the most worrying. “Goodbye Jackie, have a fun evening.” Aunt Kathy called. “Night dear.” Was Grams only comment I didn’t choose to answer. I heard the door slam and heavy footsteps proceeded to the living room where I lay. As Cal entered the living room I heard him pause and catch his breath. I must have been a pretty sight, draped over the armchair diapers around my feet, bare bottom pointed up at the ceiling. I must have missed a few seconds because I heard Cal remove the papers from the coffee table. “Well Jackie, it seems we’ve been a bad girl. Anything you want to say for yourself?” Cal inquired. “No Sir.” By now I new better than to argue. I always lost and the spankings got worse. Cal picked up the hairbrush and coming to stand behind me, he positioned himself. I felt Gram’s hairbrush lightly tap my bottom. “My instructions from Kathy say I’m supposed to make you cry. I told you the other night if I had to spank you I’d do the job right.” Cal spoke as though reassuring himself. Well I wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. I kept my mouth shut and just laid there. ‘SMACK’ The first blow across my bottom really made me jump. Sharp and stinging, he really new how to use that hairbrush. ‘SMACK’ The second blow found the swell of my left cheek and hurt just as much as the first. Most people think spanking is in the arm. It’s not it’s in the wrist. Cal obviously new this and used it to good effect on my poor bottom. ‘SMACK’ My right cheek now suffered. It hurt just as bad and I jumped again. I just couldn’t take this!. I started to get up only to have a large hand press into the small of my back and rebend me over the chair. “Sorry little girl it’s not your decision to say when this ends. It’s mine and I have my instructions.” Cal stated in a calm, almost flat voice. A steady stream of blows rained down across my bottom, covering it completely. I was really trying hard not to cry but it hurt so bad. I’d taken something like 40 smacks.(I’d lost count) My bottom felt like it was on fire. Cal paused and looked down at me, “Very well little girl, if your not going to cry I’ll have to make it hurt more. I will fulfill my instructions.” I was dumfounded at this was he going to swing harder? Could he swung harder. Each time he smacked me now my whole body jumped. ‘SMACK’ The next smack was twice as bad. When he swung the brush he didn’t just hit me, he held the brush to my bottom for a second to allow all the force to transfer from the brush to my bottom. I couldn’t believe how much worse it hurt. I burst into tears on that first smack. My resolve just eroding in the face of that new assault. He gave me nine more just like that and stopped. By the time the last blow landed, not only was I crying I was begging for him to stop. My shrieks and howls may have told the entire neighborhood that I was being disciplined. I felt a large callused palm run over my bottom. It both increased the heat and pain and somehow made it feel better. It massaged my whole bottom. Taking time to explore the worst of the brush marks. And then to my embarrassment he checked my clit to see if I was wet, and I was. I never knew spanking could be so erotic. My face had to be as red as my bottom. “Well little one, you weren’t supposed to enjoy that. Maybe I should give you some more?” Cal teased It scared me anyway, “Please sir no more. I’ll be good I promise.” Cal just snickered at this very heartfelt statement. “Ok girl, off to the corner with you.” Cal gave my bottom a sharp slap to punctuate his words. I leaped off the chair my diaper left on the floor. As I stood up I felt a large hand take possession of my bottom and lifting me slightly to my toes, he walked me to my corner. It hurt, it was humiliating, and it was more effective than grabbing my elbow. I felt totally and completely like a child as I was set in my corner. No choice in the matter and put there in a very humiliating fashion. “No rubbing.” Cal whispered in my ear. I held my hands up as he lifted off my tank top. My pacifier was on a string around my neck. He picked it up and put it in my mouth. I stood there naked as the day I was born Wearing only a baby bonnet and sucking a pacifier. My bottom as red as my face, but facing out for the world to see I’d been naughty. I put my hands behind my head and tried to quit crying. It’s hard to sob around a pacifier. With another slap to my bottom Cal told me to stay put and not to rub my bottom. I didn’t know how long I would have to stand there. It wasn’t my decision. My Grandchild Ch. 12 As Cal allowed me to leave the corner I took a peek at the clock and noticed I'd only been in the corner for half an hour. Cal allowed me to get dressed such as it was. The diaper and my halter top. Still I felt grateful that he'd allowed me any clothing at all. He asked me if I wanted to play a game and I told him I'd rather watch television. So while he turned off the lights I found the remote and turned on the TV. It was a pretty good night for TV. We flipped through a few channels and I finally settled on a horror movie. Cal told me I'd have nightmares and he was probably right but I needed an excuse to cuddle with him. And there's nothing like a horror movie to allow that. Before the movie was half over I was all cuddled in Cal's lap, very warm and happy. When the movie was over Cal informed me it was time to get ready for bed. I was kind of surprised at this. It was only 9 o'clock. Cal just grinned and taking my hand walked me up to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what he was doing until he started running the bath. My entire body turned red as I realized he was about to give me a bath. Cal noticed my embarrassment and gave me a very winning smile. "You okay kiddo?" He asked. I just nodded. "Yes sir just a little surprised." Cal nodded and leaned over to check the waters temperature. "Cal can I ask you a question?" I stammered. "Sure honey, what can I do for you?" Cal returned easily. "Are you giving the eight year old a bath or the eighteen year old? This was a question I was really curious about. Cal sat up and looked me squarely in the eye. "Tonight honey, I'm giving the eight year old a bath. I am however extremely interested in giving the eighteen year old a bath. I'm also interested in spanking her cute little bottom and making her cry." My nipples hardened as he told me this, he was interested in me. But was it only sexual? "Cal?" I started but that was as far as I got I just couldn't bring myself to ask. Cal stood me up stripped off my clothing and baby bonnet and helped me into the tub. As I sat there in the warm water looking up at him I really expected to see lust in his face. What I saw really surprised me. It was more like love, and maybe a little amusement. Cal Laid me back and careful to support my neck so that I wouldn't go under the water he washed my hair. It was really different to be given a bath by a man. Gram relied on me to present body parts to be washed and generally to keep myself from drowning. Cal just moved me where he needed me. His big hands never letting me get in danger of drowning. I couldn't believe the feeling of safety I got from him. He enjoyed washing my girl parts, but true to his word he didn't take advantage of the situation. I think I was actually disappointed. When my bath was finished he helped me out of the tub and dried me off. He enjoyed this a lot more and so did I. He was in a good mood and tickled me no end as he dried me. Asking all the time why I was dancing around and laughing. My already sore bottom got a couple of playful swats as I danced. Finally the bath was over. I was told to brush my teeth and do anything else I needed to get ready for bed. I performed these tasks with Cal watching over me. It was good to be cared for. When I was done Cal took my hand and had me lead him to my bedroom. When we got there he looked it over and chuckled in spite of himself. My bedroom was the room of an eight year old. When he was done chuckling his face took on a more solemn note. "Honey, when I asked about the paddle you lied about it." Cal stated this factually. "Yes sir." I replied dutifully. "One of my major hang ups is lying girl. I mean what I say and say what I mean. I don't do this to others and I require the same from them." Cal looked very serious as he said this. "Yes sir." I kind of drew this statement out, you know the way you do when your really unsure of what is going on. "So I'm going to use this opportunity to punish you for lying to me." Cal had a very steady look to him as he said this. "It won't happen again sir." I replied trying to forestall my punishment. "I'm sure it won't honey." Cal said this kind of softly. It didn't stop him though. Turning he sat down on the bed and pulled me over his lap. Both my feet were off the ground and my rump was the highest point of my body. I really did feel like a kid as I lay over Cal's lap. "Did you lie to me as the eight year old or the eighteen year old?" Cal asked. "The eighteen year old." I replied swiftly "Then I'm going to spank you as the eighteen year old." Cal told me. I wasn't quite sure what that meant as the fist blow landed on my bottom. Being spanked by his hand was a different experience. Grams hands all small and light, her hair brush is light and stingy. Cal's hands were large rugged and heavy. When he spanked me he would leave his hand there for a second and let all the force transfer from his hand to my bottom. His hurt both of more than normal. But what really made this spanking interesting was that between every smack he'd rub my bottom. Sometimes the rub was to take the pain away sometimes it made it hurt more. The runs I liked the best were when it was obvious he was just enjoying the spanking. By the time it was over I was crying due to the sting but I was having a really good time over his knee. "Jackie" It took a second for me to realize the spanking had stopped. I started to get up, but a large hand placed upon the small of my back held me still. "There are two ways I can finish this spanking." Cal said to me. "I can spank you a punishment alone. Or I can spank you as my girl, well wait that's not quite true. I'm kinked and I can spank you as my slave, which is very sexual in nature. If you want to be mine that's a good pick. If you don't want to see me in that way then you should just pick the punishment aspect. What will it be? Cal asked "I'll take the sexual end, sir." I knew I wanted to get laid by this man. Cal started spanking me again but now between spanks he'd rub between my legs. I really squirmed at this but got no where. He was just to strong to escape. As I really began to enjoy what was going on between my legs, I noticed that he spent more time with his fingers at my pussy. My spanking slowed down tremendously. When I was good and wet he spanked me 5 times very hard and rammed three fingers into my pussy. "You may cum my dear." He said this like he might have been talking about the weather. And that very distance combined with his hands on and in my body sent me over the edge. I shuddered as my orgasm over took me. It was strange and wonderful to lay over my mans knee and receive not only his discipline but his ecstasy. As I shuddered I went limp over his knee and just lay there. He let me lay there for a minute or two. Then in one motion he stood up and turned me in his arms so that I lay like a baby. He put me in bed and pulled the covers over me. "I'll let you go tonight, but next time you'll lick my fingers clean." He stated. I just looked up at him with dreamy eye's and nodded. Cal leaned forward and kissed me on the fore head. Then getting up he turned off the light and left the room. Closing the door behind him. As I drifted off to sleep I hoped I would dream of him.