Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Thursday, April 7, 2011

If Wishes Were Horses

A story involving a wayward niece and her Aunt and Uncle. Written after some rather petulant behavior on the part of the niece.

Iced coffee at her elbow, she sifted through the stack of mail. Office Depot, professional journals, bills - all the usual. A corner of a "real letter" caught her eye. Pulling it from the stack, the heavy cream stationary and blocky writing made her heart stop. Letter from home. Estranged from her aunt and uncle for six months, this contact could only be news of an immediate and disastrous sort. Holding it in her hand, she pondered the possibilities. What relative had died? Who was diagnosed with a terrible illness? Was this the letter that would sever their ties forever? She wanted to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of her. Facing the music was her strength, after all.

Easing the letter out, she unfolded it and steeled herself to look. Just seeing his handwriting made her heart contract with longing. "My Dear Niece, We have matters to discuss. Come home. With affection, Your Uncle" That was it?! Just like him to be so cryptic. Rereading the message over and over, she tried to fathom what he meant. The tone was kind, but the words themselves seemed to carry something ominous. She was filled with joy at the thought of mending fences and renewing their relationship. But with him, everything had its price. Always before, to "discuss" a topic meant quite a bit more than conversing with differing viewpoints.

Having rung the doorbell, there was no way out. Never let 'em see you sweat. She straightened her back and composed her expression. Aunt Bacall answered the door and immediately hugged her and then looked at her seriously. "I'm so glad you've come. This has been so miserable for all of us." She almost dissolved into tears at this kind reception, but was determined to remain poised. "Me too. I can't believe Uncle Bogey wrote me. He can be so stubborn at times. Where is he? " Laughing, Bacall answered, " Yes, you two are alike in that way. He's out; he will be here soon for dinner. Let's just take things at an easy pace and see what happens. Dinner is almost ready. Put your things away and then come give me a hand."

Armed with a gin and tonic, her nerves began to settle and she almost felt cheerful as she and Bacall chatted and prepared the table. Like old times. Until she heard the car pull in and the door shut. Eyes wide, she looked dumbly at Aunt Bacall and then started for the bedroom to hide. How could she face him? "Young lady, get right back in here. You're not finished setting the table." Giving her a handful of silverware, Bacall went to greet her husband; Elaine strained to catch their words. His measured footsteps made her heart quicken to a mad gallop. In a moment he was there and all her composure fled. "Deer in the headlights, that's how I must look" she thought.

Standing so close to her, she thought she could hear his heart too. He took her hand in his and just gazed at her for a few moments. "I'm glad you came home. We'll sit down to dinner and have a good visit. I'll be back in a few minutes." As he turned to go, she almost collapsed with relief. She fled to the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. Bacall patted her back and said "See, that wasn't so bad- you just settle down and we'll have a relaxing dinner. It's going to be fine."

And it was fine. Uncle Bogey was his most charming self, teasing her and being the genial host. Aunt Dorothy was in high spirits, no doubt relieved too that the initial meeting had gone so smoothly. Elaine relaxed and the evening was most companionable. Standing beside his chair, Uncle Bogey complimented his wife again on the fine meal. " Elaine, you help Dorothy clean up. Then take a nice hot bath, slip into your pajamas and then we'd like to see you in my office at nine." As he turned to go, she looked quickly at Aunt Bacall for some explanation. Aunt Bacall just smiled and shrugged, "You know how he is, dear. It won't take a minute to finish here. Let's get busy."

Sinking up to her neck in the hot water, Elaine began to have that old familiar feeling. Dread, fear, love, anxiety. All wrapped up together. "Discuss some matters". Oh yes, she knew exactly what that meant. It had all been too easy. God, he was SO evil. Being so sweet to her when he knew all along he would be thrashing her soon.

Midway up the stairs, she paused and considered running back to her room, gathering her things and escaping. But no, she had yearned for this night for so long. She knew there would be a price to pay. She tapped at the door and entered. Uncle Bogey and Aunt Bacall were involved in a deep discussion. They looked up and both smiled at her. Uncle Bogey motioned for her to sit near him. Leaning over, he took both her hands in his and began to speak. "Sweetheart, we owe you an apology. Part of this recent unhappiness has been the result of our not disciplining you properly. You were allowed to behave in an unseemly fashion, and then when you were punished, it was out of anger and not love. That sort of punishment does not result in forgiveness on our part or a change of heart on your part. We also did not set out clear enough rules for your behavior. We are willing to correct this situation if you are ready to apologize for your actions and accept our consequences."

All the words she had rehearsed to herself for six months disappeared from her consciousness. The clever responses, the endearing speeches; gone. All she could do was stare at the two of them and nod silently. Her Uncle immediately became businesslike and stood before her with the expression of determination she had seen before. "First I would like for you to address your aunt and offer her the real apology you have owed her."

Elaine was so ashamed as memories of her behavior washed over her. Head bowed, she addressed her aunt. "I'm so sorry. I was rude, self centered, and improper. I drank too much and acted like a fool. Please forgive me, Aunt Dorothy." Tears threatened to roll down her cheeks, but she batted them back. Dorothy answered, "I forgive you, and promise to help you behave better in the future."

"Now then, my dear, I need to hear your heartfelt regrets also." Her Uncle held her chin so she had to look into his eyes as she spoke. Her voice trembled and a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. "Uncle Bogey, I am so sorry. I was arrogant, uncaring, disobedient, and thought only of myself. I am willing to accept whatever discipline you and Aunt Dorothy decide for me. I agree to obey whatever rules you decide to give me."

He pulled her to him and could feel her silent sobs against his chest. "That's what we needed to hear. I believe you are sincere. Now there is the matter of a little discussion we need to have to see that you are punished and set back on the right path. Here are the rules we have made for you: 1) No more than one alcoholic drink per day. 2) You will behave yourself in a modest way. 3) If you get yourself in trouble with someone else, I will be the only person to administer corporal punishment. We will go together to the offended person and I will paddle your bare bottom in their presence until satisfaction is gained. Both the offended person's and mine. 4) You will always address your aunt and me as Ma'am and Sir, in a respectful way. Am I clear about this?"

"Yes Sir." "Now I think you are ready to pay the price for your misdeeds and get this over with. Remove your pajama bottoms. Now."

She slowly slid the bottoms down and folded them neatly and placed them on the chair. He led her to his desk and motioned for her to lean over. She placed her hands on the desktop and took a deep breath, to brace herself. "All the way down, young lady. I want to see you on your toes and that bottom in the air. You're about to receive the paddling of your life." Shaking, she obeyed him and presented her bottom for his attention. He eased her panties down and saw a tremor pass through her. He placed the paddle on the desk beside her. "I want you to remain in position, look at this paddle and think about the punishment you are about to receive." She heard footsteps and the door close. Alone with her thoughts, she felt an edge of anger. It was never enough that he paddle her and get it over with. There always had to be this complete submission to her correction.

Bent over for many minutes, her back began to ache but she dared not move. Now she wished he would come back and finish, but also wanted that moment to never come. This line of thought was interrupted by his return. "Are you ready?" "Yes Sir". "Good. I am going to paddle you thoroughly, but first I want you to ask for your punishment." "Uncle Bogey, please paddle my bare bottom until you think I have learned my lesson." The last words were sobbed rather than spoken. He patted her bottom with the paddle and told her to recite her new rules. As she began to speak, he drew back and brought the paddle down hard on her bared flesh. Again and again he applied the paddle, while she struggled to repeat the rules. Soon she was begging for him to stop. And he did stop, but not before her bottom was a mass of bruises and bright red.

She struggled to maintain self control. He took her by the hand and gently sat and guided her across his lap. At that point she completely gave up and choking sobs wracked her. " I love you, and I'm sorry you had to be punished so severely. I want you to be a good girl and take these last spanks without resistance." After stroking her a few times, he spanked her firmly over her bottom and thighs, sparing no area. She cried out a few times, but did not struggle or ask him to stop. When the spanking was over, she curled up in his lap and wept on his shoulder quietly. The terrible shuddering sobs were over, and her release was complete.

The next morning she sheepishly sat down to breakfast very carefully. Aunt Bacall and Uncle Bogey laughed at her and asked if she had slept well. Carrying her bag to the car, her Uncle gave her a hug and told her "Welcome Home ."

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful story! I was moved by the sense of caring that came through. And I blushed at the part where she had to look at the paddle. Eeep!


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