Ark 1
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Ark1

It began with the Bra. White, half cupped. Not dear but certainly not cheap. Just a passing notion. £400 pounds in her purse and a gold Amex card. But she slipped the bra into her bag, paid on the card for the other purchases and left. 

In the taxi home she wondered why, why steal a bra that had neither been fitted nor was even necessary.  Why steal at all.  She was well off, she was certainly not short of brassieres and she spent her days defending and  prosecuting thieves, robbers, even murderers. She was successful, independent and happy. She had stolen a bra.  The Taxi drivers chat broke in on her thought, she didnt hesitate;
Just drive the fucking car; I'm not paying for your world view.

She tipped him more than she would have done on a normal day, perhaps her guilt, perhaps her pre-occupation, she was a thief, she was a barrister and she was a thief, and she felt elated.

She deposited her bags in the kitchen. She didn't open them, she was aware of her theft. She circled, she made coffee, she made a large Glenmorangie with ice, and she made a determined effort to analyze her action.  She had been under pressure, a serious case, she determined to take the bra back the next day, she felt better. She felt better, she made herself another drink, a large one, she sat on the settee, she flicked the channels, she turned off the set, she looked at tomorrows work load, she smiled to herself, there was no tomorrows workload, she had juggled her cases, it was her chambers after all, she had ten weeks, ten whole weeks to do, to do nothing. The thought pleased her and somehow deflated her at the same time. Ten weeks, by herself. She started to unwind, she even smiled at her folly, maybe give her more insight into the constant flow of human detritus that she defended day after day. Christ she did not need the bra, rarely used them and there was certainly no man in her life that she would wear it for.

She began to to think of that.  She knew she was a good looking woman, beautiful even, many men had told her that and she was never unaware of the glances she drew as she moved through the Inn and the court, her page boy black hair and green eyes, her long legs, her prominent yet small bosom, her tight and challenging buttocks. Oh yes she was desired and she felt desire and yet the four or five men she had allowed to see her, to really see her, they had pleased her but, she reflected, stroking the next door neighbors cat pleased her. She had never felt more than that.  The one woman who had made a clumsy pass at her in a Fleet St. wine bar had pleased her, pleased her but scared her.  She had deflected that pass adroitly. So there she was,27, unattached, happy within herself yet lacking.  She was also a barrister and a thief. Her third Glenmorangie made her winsome but loose, she laughed out loud, snorted.  She had been, was, a fool, but life went on and though she recognized a certain         yet untraceable lack she was still contented with her life.

Then the door bell rang.

The caller was a young woman of around twenty, long brunette hair and a beautifully cut pin stripe jacket and skirt.  She carried a brief case and was all efficiency, much like the barrister herself. She smiled tightly, she was high cheek boned and almond eyes, she was not threatening nor steely, she simply was there, in front and no nonsense.

Ms Anderson?  Ms Susan Anderson?

Yes, do I know you

No. My Name is Anne Arkette. I think we should have a little chat. A legal matter.

Yes well forgive me, but I am rather busy at the moment, she lied effortlessly, and tonight I'm relaxing, perhaps if you phoned my office tomorrow one of my juniors could take instructions, besides I'm really very fully committed for the next few months. At least, she thought, the next ten weeks, committed to nothing but me.

I'm afraid it is you who may need legal advice Ms Anderson. I am the chief security officer at Loudon and Chambers, I really think we should have a chat, now!

It hit her like ice. Loudon and Chambers, the bra, Christ this could not be happening.

Please come in Miss Arkette, I'm sure there has been a misunderstanding, Ive only just realised myself.

Anne Arkette walked through the plush hallway and straight into the sitting room. She sat on the recliner chair without invitation and by the time Susan Anderson had followed she found herself standing before the accusing eyes of Arkette, she was in the dock, she realised it, she didn't attempt to sit. Arkette was opening her brief case.

I have receipt for your purchases today in the store, your signature on the card bill, can you confirm this please Ms Anderson.

She scanned the bill.

Yes.

And the bra Ms Anderson; it doesn't appear to have been paid for.

Anderson could, should have been honest about her momentary madness but she was too stunned.

I'm sorry Miss Arkette but I really do not know what you are referring to.  If there s a problem with my card then simply phone the bank, but now if you'll excuse me I really am rather......

You have a VCR Ms Anderson?

Why, yes, of course but...

Then perhaps you would not mind watching this in house video, a video that clearly shows you Ms Anderson stealing a brassiere at three thirty seven this afternoon.

Arkette had seen the Loudon and Chambers bag lying on the kitchen area table.  It was a matter of moments to retrieve it and resume her seat, Susan Anderson remained standing, rooted to the spot, this young woman dominated the space.

Arkette emptied the bag and laid the bra on the arm of her chair.

Do we need to watch the video Ms Anderson?

No. No. But I can explain, it was my intention to bring it back tomorrow, I.....

It is the policy of Loudon and Chambers always to prosecute.

But this is ridiculous, Christ almighty, I'm a barrister

I know nothing of that but I do know you are a shoplifter, a thief.

But this could ruin me, I'd be struck off, my job, my career, please Miss Arkette, you cant possibly, it was a rush of blood, a foolish moment I am not.......

But Ms Anderson, you are you see, and I have the evidence.

Anderson felt her legs shaking, she stood before the un nerving stare of Anne Arkette and saw no hope, but she tried none the less.

I could offer you money Miss Arkette, I have never done anything like this before, please, please don't ruin me for this.
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Arkette smoothed her skirt, drawing it up a few inches; her black stockinged legs were shapely and strong.

Ms Anderson, from what you tell me concerning your occupation I have to surmise that you have heard pleas of innocence, reasons in mitigation, the whole scenario, and no doubt you have been offered bribes before and I have no doubt you have turned them down.

Yes, yes but this is....

No it is not Ms Anderson and the dictaphone in my pocket proves it. If I may I will use your phone and we shall let the police proceed as they will.  You have stolen, you have lied and you have attempted to bribe me. I think being struck off is the least of your problems at the moment.

Susan Anderson thought she may lose control of her bladder as she stood there looking into the implacable eyes of Anne Arkette.  She was and felt very vulnerable. She made to sit on the sofa but something within her told her that she shouldn't sit, that she should stand before her accuser, before her judge.

Please, please Miss Arkette, don't do this to me, I'm sorry, I truly am but I don't deserve...

Don't deserve punishment?  How many times have you demanded punishment in court?

Yes, yes, I know I deserve punishment but this would be excessive, please Miss Arkette, can't we discuss this before you bring in the police.

Arkette smoothed her skirt again. She looked at the floor, pondering then she looked straight at Anderson.

I don't want to ruin your life but unfortunately I was brought up to believe that wrongs must be punished, that correction and punishment must be the only response to wrong doing. Do you not agree with that, or are you just another glib lawyer who spouts but does not believe in justice?

Of course  I do, I do believe wrong doing should be punished, but good God, my whole career, over a bra, please, there must be some other way Miss Arkette. I could make a donation to some charity, some recompense some....

Be quiet while I think.

Anderson stopped talking and stood like a lost child.

Ms Anderson, will you put yourself in my hands, trust me to deal with this in my way, not involving the police and allowing you to continue with your career, in short will you accept my justice without protest or complaint?

Anderson stood before Arkette and knew she had little choice, thoughts went fleeting through her head, what was Arkette going to maker her do as punishment, work as a maid in her house for a month?  Run up clothes on her charge account; make her chauffeur her to dinner dates? It didn't matter.  She must not be charged, be concvicted, lose her burgeoning career.  She hung her head and nodded her agreement.

Arkette looked her in the eye. 

Understand me Anderson (the Ms was loud in its absence) your agreement to this is final and non negotiable.

Susan Anderson fore saw a month or so of tedious errands and thought it better than a life of wasted legal knowledge.  She stood before her younger accuser and nodded.  Small tears welled in her eyes.

There will be time enough for tears Anderson, are we agreed?

Again Anderson nodded.

Arkette motioned Anderson to stand closer.

You accept you have done wrong and must be punished?

Anderson nodded.

You accept that I shall decide and administer the punishment.

Anderson nodded.

Very well then. You may make me a cup of tea, immediately.

Susan Anderson felt freedom in her heart, if this was it, to be made  maid to a twenty two your old woman was a small price to pay, Then Arkette spoke again.

From this moment on you will call me miss, nothing else, do you understand?

Anderson fought back her anger, which was small enough.

Yes Miss.

Then fetch my tea and then we shall discuss your punishments

Punishments?

Miss

Miss.

Punishments Anderson, for thieving, lying, bribing. And if you neglect to call me miss again then that shall be added to the tally.

Anderson stood bemused.  Tally ....Miss?

Yes Tally. I have not yet decided how many times and how severely you are to be spanked.

Anderson gasped

Spanked?

You mean spanked Miss.

Miss, but spanked, you can't possibly....

Hand me the phone Anderson, or make the tea.

Anderson shook to her marrow, it was impossible, her mind raced, her options were reviewed and then, tears already rolling down her cheeks, she turned to the kitchen area to make tea..  

As she moved through the motions, the kettle, the tea bag, Anderson was trembling.  She was a twenty seven year old woman and she was about to be spanked - how many times - by another woman, a twenty two year old woman. She also knew that she would have to allow the spanking and she suspected that it would be a real spanking.  Her mother had spanked her when she was younger, the last time when she was seventeen and been caught sipping sherry in the study, she had been humiliated, she had been angry but she has also responded eventually to the determined and rhythmic smacks, she had cried and begged like a child. She determined that this time would be different. She would go through with the charade, get the incriminating video and tape then reconstruct her life. In an hour or so this nightmare would be only that, a night mare  and yet she had picked up no twisted sexual motive from Arkette (she might call her Miss in public but in private she was Arkette.) she felt that this young woman, a young woman who was about to discipline her, was a moral person, she was going to do this because she believed it was proper, indeed even thought she was showing mercy, a spanking instead of a court case.  Anderson made the tea and hung her head as she carried it in to Miss.  She couldn't bring her self to look the younger woman in the eye

Your tea Miss.

Very good Anderson. Go now to your bedroom and put on a short skirt, I cant be bothered with trousers, and a pair of cotton panties, you may wear a vest or t shirt but under no circumstances may you wear a bra, that is to remind you of your first offence. I expect you back in three minutes, you can then stand in the corner until I am ready to deal with you for the first time, do you understand?

Anderson bit back the tears.

Yes

Yes what?

Yes Miss

 I warned you of this did I not

What Miss

I warned you that Miss was to be used at all times did I not

Yes Miss

And what did I promise you if you neglected it?

Now Anderson began to sob.  A spanking Miss.

And that is what you shall get.  By the time I have finished with you I can promise you a very sore bottom indeed, you will cry yourself to sleep tonight, and other nights yet, now go and change, now girl.

Anderson found her self running to her bedroom, she was suddenly obedient.  But other nights, what could Miss mean (even the thought of Arkette was forgotten in the obvious dominance of the younger woman) other nights.  Anderson sobbed quietly to herself as she stripped and put on her cotton panties white vest and blouse and found a navy blue pleated skirt that she hadn't worn since her hockey days. She wasn't even conscious of pulling on the white ankle socks but when she did catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror she saw herself, trembling lipped and school girl dressed and knew that her punishment had already began.  Something inside of her broke and it was no twenty seven year old who walked quietly into the dining room and stood, without being told, face down in the corner with her hands held behind her back, crossed over beneath her shoulder blades. However she could not restrain her sniffing and sobbing.  Miss Arkette, sipping her tea, did not turn but quite sternly told her

There will be time enough for sobbing my girl believe me, soon enough, do you hear me

Yes Miss.  And Susan Anderson knew.

Anne Arkette was in no hurry to finish her tea, it was enough for her to hear the snuffling in the corner.  When she finally finished her drink she called Susan to her.  The totally distressed woman made girl stood before her, hands still clasped behind her back and could only moan when Miss Arkette lifted her skirt to verify that the white cotton knickers were to specification.

Now listen to me Susan, you can still say no and take your chances in court, but this is positively your last chance.  Will you be punished by the court or will you be punished by me?

Susan could hardly speak through her sobs but eventually she managed

I'll be punished by you miss.

Good girl.  And do you have partners in your chambers.

Yes Miss.

Then phone them now, tell them you have a personal crisis and that you will not be available for the next six weeks.
Six weeks?

I beg your pardon girl

Six weeks Miss?

Yes six weeks.  I have decided to take you in hand for the first week, following that I am sending you to a private Academy for wilful young girls like yourself for a month and then you shall come back to me, well disciplined and for the last week I shall maintain that discipline and make sure that you never stray again.  Is that understood?

Susan could only mumble yes Miss before she was sent to the phone and left her tearful message on the answer machine, her private answer machine, Miss Arkette must never know that she had ten free weeks, Never.
 
Miss Arkette called her in front of her again.  I am going to punish you now Susan for lying. A mild punishment.  After you have had your bottom smacked I am taking you to my house for a week, that way to discipline you properly, I can assure you that any sign of disobedience, reluctance or sulkiness will be dealt with immediately and thoroughly,. Now because you have been comparatively good and because this is for minor lies I will allow you to keep your knickers up for this spanking but when I get you home I will have to take your knickers down and give you a proper spanking on your bare bottom, do you understand?

Susan thought she might fall down with humiliation and fear.

Yes Miss, I understand.

What do you understand Susan, all of it.

That youre going to spank me for lying Miss, but on my knickers.  But then when you take me to your home youre going to take my knickers down and give me a thorough spanking on my bare bottom. And if I'm ever naughty you'll punish me immediately.

Immediately what girl?

Immediately miss.

And...

And then your going to send me to a special academy for naughty girls, for a month miss, and then I have to come home to you for a week to make sure I am properly disciplined.

Do you know what proper discipline entails girl?

The twenty seven year old Susan stood shaking in front of the twenty two year old Miss Arkette. The tears ran down her cheeks.

Spanking miss.

Yes spanking my girl, which you are just about to receive, but more than that, both at my home and in the academy you might find that proper discipline will be instilled by both the tawse and the cane, and if necessary on your bare bottom, do you understand girl?

Susan sobbed through her entire body, the cane, a leather strap, on her bottom!!.

Yes miss, I, und, und, understand

Very well Susan, normally I would bathe you and prepare you for bed before punishing you but as I am only going to give you a brief spanking just now I will leave that until I take you home where you will recieve a proper hiding.

Susan was really shaking now.  To be bathed, prepared for bed and then a hiding. Oh God why had she stolen that bra?

Now young lady, come and stand by my knees, apologise, tell me you are sorry and that you deserve your punishment.

Miss Arkettes skirt had ridden well up her legs but Susan only knew that in a moment she would have to bend over those knees.

I am sorry miss, I was very bad.

naughty

I was very naughty miss and I deserve a spanked bottom and thank you miss for not letting me go to court and (Susan didnt know where the words were coming from) thank you for not taking down my knickers and, oh please miss don't spank me, please I don't want a spanking, pleeeeease miss, please don't spank my bottom, oh please.

Be a good girl and bend over my knee, or do I have to put you over myself

Oh please miss don't give me a spanking, please.

Very well Susan

Miss Arkette reached forward and took Susan by the waist band of her skirt. Firmly she pulled the reluctant girl towards her and then put her across her knee, Susan found herself looking at a square of carpet. Automatically her hands came up round her back and this suited Miss Arkette as she folded her left arm around Susans waist, holding both arms in place so she could not protect her bottom.  Susans feet were still on the carpet but Miss Arkette crossed her knees then thus lifting the girl until her legs were dangling of the floor.  Susan wriggled but found no lee way as she was held firmly.

Please miss, please don't, don't spank me, please, I'll do anything.

You my girl will do what you are told, nothing more and nothing less. Do you understand me?

Oh please miss; please don't give me a spanking

One more word and I'll take your knickers down, do you understand that?

Ooooh yes miss, please don't, please dont take them down please

Then lie still and legs wide apart

Oh Miss please -but already she was spreading her legs - miss I'm so sorry

Not as sorry as your going to be my girl

Susan felt Miss Arkette pull her in closer and felt the grip around her waist and arms grow tighter, she started to cry

My, my. Crying now, well I am going to give you a good reason to cry my girl.

Susan felt Miss Arkette lift her skirt and pull it over her back, then to her horror she felt her knickers being pulled straight and tight across her bottom, she had no resistance now, her hair fell over her face and the tears coursed down her cheeks.

Now my girl, this is what you get for telling lies, and think yourself lucky that this is only a quick and small spanking.

With that Miss Arkette brought her hand down fully on Susans knickers.  The force of the smack blew the air out of Susans lungs and she had barely time to draw breath before the next smack landed on her left buttock.  Miss Arkette lectured Susan with each smack
Naughty girls must be punished, they must have their bottoms spanked, do you understand Susan.

The strength of the spanking was unbelievable to Susan, she had began to cry properly after the third spank

Yes miss, oh yes miss, Im sorry, I'll be good, oh I promise I'll be good, aaah, aaah, naaaah, naaaah naaah naaah.

Miss Arkette spanked Susan hard for at least ten minutes by which time Susan was a very sore and sorry girl indeed. She had lost all pretence of womanhood and lay bent and broken across the knee of the young woman who was punishing her, only her kicking legs showed any rebellion but when miss Arkette smacked the inside of her legs a good few times even that stopped and she lay across the knee like a very sorry girl and cried till her tears soaked the carpet.

When Miss Arkette finally stopped and bade her stand before her Susan automatically reached for her bottom, this she was instantly forbidden to do.  Sobbing so she could not speak Susan could only wring her hands in supplication when Miss Arkette informed her that she had only received half of her mild spanking and ordered her to put herself across her knee again, only on the other side, this time to be smacked by the left hand.  Susans sobs were spine wracking as she was told to run around and get back over. She obeyed instantly because she knew that dissent would lead to her knickers being pulled down.  How she cried as Miss Arkette spanked and spanked.  When she was finally allowed to stand up she had, between huge gulps of breath, to tell Miss Arkette that she had indeed been naughty and that she had deserved her smacked bottom.

When Miss Arkette ordered her into her car she fairly ran to obey though she found it difficult to sit still as instructed as the young woman drove her to her home.  How Susan cried as she was told that when they arrived she would be bathed, thoroughly and then slipped into clean knickers and vest, only the knickers would have to come down for Susan was to receive a proper spanking before being sent to bed in disgrace.

Susans bathing was indeed thorough and she was quick to obey any and all instructions, having had to be smacked five or six times while standing up in front of the bath for not stepping in quick enough.  Her entire body was washed completely though she had to be smacked hard on the bare bottom just before she was douched and then given a cold water enema as she was bent over the bath.  After Miss Arkette had dried her, brushed her teeth and made her go to the toilet she dressed her in a white cotton vest and knickers. She sent Susan running through to a small bedroom with a firm smack and then, sitting on a white cane chair she stood the sobbing girl in front of her and reminded her of her misdemeanours. Susan could only nod and sob in agreement. Then Miss Arkett reached under her vest and pulled the poor Susans knickers down around her knees. Miss Arkette had already trimmed Susans pubic hair, telling her if she was going to behave like a child then she would be treated as one.  She bade Susan bend over her knee again and once more the crossed legs lifted her high above the carpet.  This time she opened her legs automatically.  Never had Susan been spanked the way she was spanked this time.  Four times she was made to change and bend, so broken was she that she eventually was crying
naaaaah mummmy,nnnah,nnnaaaaaahnmummmy,please mummy my bottoms sore, please mummy I'll be a good girl I promise.
But Susan was leathered that night, even being told to "Go and fetch the slipper for mummy" and she ran for it and she felt it.

Later that night Miss Arkette, now mummy to Susan, gave her a glass of hot milk and rubbed cream into her red bottom, but Susan spilled some milk on her duvet and she had to be thrashed for that. It was a very sore and sorry girl who sobbed herself to sleep that night, knowing that she would again be bathed in the morning and spanked immediately for any conceived disobedience and indeed as she was to find out slapped legs and skirt up spankings in the back yard were to be a common occurrence while the neighbour women offered advice and once or twice took the task on themselves.

Over the first few days Susan began to lose a sense of herself as a successful barrister and independent woman. Her entire life was run by Miss Arkette who, more and more Susan called Mummy, even in her private thoughts.  She was bathed morning and evening, her clothes were picked for her and put on her, her teeth were brushed for her she was taken to the toilet at set times and in between had to beg permission, she was given toys to play with and play with them she did, she was dressed in little girl clothes whose hems came up to her thighs and showed her knickers if she bent or jumped, she was made to skip in the back green for an hour a day and the neighbour women would nod approvingly.  Her bedroom had wallpaper showing small ponies and cuddly dogs, she had a teddy bear and more often than not her hair was tied in ribbons, but somehow the biggest shock was always the bath time of seven thirty and then bed by eight with the curtains drawn and nothing for it but to sleep until Mummy woke her at Seven thirty for her bath.
The fifth day was momentous.  Three things happened that day.  While Mummy was bathing her, in tepid water -good for her skin - she announced that she would not be going to private school for another week, there having been a foul up in the dates (Susan silently thanked God for the thought of boarding school terrified her)  Then she told her that her 'Aunt Caroline would be visiting that afternoon and that she had best be on her very best behaviour as Aunt Caroline was very strict and could not abide naughty young girls and that finally the Vicar was coming for supper and would surely question her on her knowledge of the bible. Susan felt dread. Who was Aunt Caroline? And her knowledge of the bible would fill a thimble; she had been raised and remained a determined atheist.

When she had been bathed, douched - and smacked for wriggling - then given her enema, mummy had dried her thoroughly and then gently but forcefully, shaved her, causing tears of humiliation to run down her cheeks, tears that were as usual scorned then ignored. Now, wrapped in a long white fluffy bathrobe she had to count out the strokes as mummy brushed her hair one hundred times.  Susan liked the brushing and she even giggled sometimes when mummy chided her for missing the count. Then she would sit there all fluffy and pink whilst mummy laid out her vest and knickers, her white socks and sandals and then pondered over which little frock she should wear that day.  Sometimes, if mummy was in a particularly good mood she would let Susan have a say, usually her say was discounted but at least she was allowed a say.  She hated the ones with the big bow at the back but inevitably that is what she would be made to wear.  Mummy had taken all her measurements on the first day and as if by magic all these clothes had appeared the next, now her wardrobe and drawers were full to bursting with party frocks, gymslips. little dresses, Alice bands and ribbons, sandals, white stockings, vests and knickers, white, blue, bottle green, yellow and the ones Susan hated most, yellow with little ducks on.  Once she had complained to Mummy about these, she never would again.  Mummy had stood her up, taken hold of her hands and smacked her very hard at least a dozen times telling her what an ungrateful child she was and then she had dragged her to Mummys room, the first time she had seen it, and opening a wardrobe she had pointed out a thick leather tawse and a thin whippy cane.  This Tawse is called Satan and this cane is called Mr Smart and if you do not wish to meet them personally you will learn obedience immediately, do you understand Susan?   And Susan, trembling through her body had understood and diligently set about learning obedience, but the thought of Satan and Mr Smart were never far from the back of her mind there after.

Over breakfast, lightly boiled eggs and soldiers of toast for Susan, bacon and eggs for mummy, Susan had been instructed on exactly how to behave when Aunt Caroline called. She was rehearsed in her curtsey, rehearsed in saying yes Auntie, no Auntie and then she was put through her paces with her party piece, feet together, hands clasped in front and singing Amazing Grace.  Mummy had told her she had a sweet voice and then stunned her by telling her she would also sing it at a party the following day that was being given by her Aunt Margaret where she could meet and play with other little girls of her own age, there would be such fun, cream cakes and jelly and little games like The Grand Old Duke of York and Musical Chairs and wasn't that something to look forward to?
Susan was riveted to the spot.  She had somehow managed to get through the past few days, somehow even managed to half forget both who and what she was, but now this. Confronted with strangers, aunts, vicars, other little girls her own age.  Everything welled up in her, her fists shot up in the air, her head shook from side to side, her voice rose;  No, No, never, never, not that, not that, I wont, I just wont, you can't make me, I won........

The smack on her bottom almost raised her off of her feet, the next one did.

Cant!  Wont!  What did you say my girl, what did you say?  The next smack nearly popped her eyes.  What did you say, repeat yourself girl, smack.   Susan crumpled, all rebellion gone as quickly as it had appeared, she knew what was next, she felt it in the air, her shoulders fell as did her head and she heard herself whispering 'I'm sorry mummy, really I'm sorry.'

Go to MY room and wait in the corner, and don't you dare move my girl.  Mummys voice was angry and pitiless.  Susan ran, sobbing, she knew, oh how she knew.

She stood in the corner staring at the wall paper through her tears, she had done it this time, really done it this time and she knew what was coming, oh yes she knew and at no point did she remember the barrister, the past, the twenty seven year old career woman. No, something had broken in her, something was changed forever.  She had no friends, no family, no one.  Once she had had her work but now all she had was mummy and mummy was very displeased and mummy had Satan and Mr Smart and Aunts Margaret and Caroline and the Vicar and other little girls her own age and now Mummy was coming up the stairs and Susan was trembling and trying not to wet herself and she loved Mummy and she had displeased her and she deserved everything she was going to get and that was going to be' what for'. She sobbed miserably and hopelessly until Mummy quietly but firmly said Susan come here to me this instant and she turned and saw Mummy with Satan in her hand.

Susan was babbling incoherently, trying so much to tell mummy how sorry she was, that she hadn't meant it, that she would be good, a good girl for ever and ever if only mummy wouldn't...
but Mummy was pushing her this way and that as she undid the buttons of her little dress and then gently pulled it over her head and her upraised arms until she stood there in her vest and knickers, knees knocking, eyes pleading, hands wringing.  But Mummy was not impressed.

You have had this coming my girl and now your going to get it.  Maybe a dozen or so of Satan will put you properly in your place child, maybe then you'll learn to heed your betters.

She pointed to the large sofa near the bottom of the bed, go and stand behind that sofa, naughty, naughty naughty little girl. Go on now, run.  The room was large enough for Susan to have to run.  When she got there she stopped.  Stand on the foot rest naughty girl. Susan stood on the foot rest about two feet high from the floor.  Now bend over the back of the sofa, now, this instant.  Unthinking Susan obeyed. The back of the sofa was so high that bent over only Susans finger tips could touch the seating area.  Then she felt the foot stool being removed and she found herself truly dangling and stranded, no purchase for feet nor finger.  This time she was truly bent for her punishment, her bottom, rounded, high and vulnerable and even worse there came a flash to her mind. This time she was going to be punished, really punished.  All the other times, all the spanking, knickers on or bottom bare, sore as they had been, there had been a caring, an unspoken gentleness, a sorrow for what she was to receive, that somehow Arkette, Miss, Mummy had sympathised, that it had been chastisement and correction. But now she realised that this was punishment, she sensed that love was still there but that she had overstepped a mark, that this time it would hurt her more than it would hurt mummy, she had not just been naughty, she had been bad and now she started to wail and she didn't know who she wailed for more, herself or her mummy on whom she had forced this task by her wilfulness.  Unbidden she opened her legs wide and pushed her bottom up, her knickers were still on and when she felt mummy pulling them tight she knew they would stay on and she felt an unmitigated flow of love for mummy. 
Her mind flew away for a moment. She had been a spoiled child, a doting rich father who never touched her but to hug her and give her increasingly expensive presents even though she had been beastly to him. She had cried when he died when she was twelve, but she always wondered if it was he or the presents she mourned. Such guilt she carried about that, such guilt.  Her mother, a socialite who by turns ignored her and admonished her, thrice she had spanked her, twice in an (pardon the pun) off hand manner and that third time almost as if she were punishing her for her lost years, for her fading looks. Never had there been much affection between them and soon after she had died. Susan became a millionaire over night but she forced herself through university and the Bar, she had had one serious boyfriend, serious in that he took her virginity and all vestiges of respect she had for men and after that it had been work work work.  A few dates for the sake of it, twice ending unsatisfactorily in bed, for both concerned, once a heavy crush on a female solicitor which never went further that a few glasses in the wig and pen, her husband and children always in attendance and now, now this.  Across a sofa and a new Mummy poised behind with Satan in her hand and she to be corrected.  About to be punished like a child by a woman five years younger than herself, but so much older in her ways, Susan buried her tears in the pile of the sofa and cried like a child.

You understand Susan that I am now going to punish you don't you, not chastise you, not discipline you, not correct you, but punish you, do you understand me Susan?

Head pushed into the plush pile Susan sobbed an agreeing yes, yes Mummy I understand.

Very well child.  The fall of the strap across the bottom left Susan breathless.  She could not cry nor scream nor wail, she could scarce breathe.  She dangled there in a furious torment of heat and defeat.  Then she heard Mummy say put your feet back on the stool Susan, stand and face me.  Miraculously the stool had reappeared beneath her toes and she slid herself off of the sofa and down, turning to face mummy. Unthinking she rushed into her arms, hugging her, tears bleeding into mummys ears.  Oh Mummy, mummy, but I thought, I thought,

You thought correctly Susan. But today you must be bright for Aunt Caroline and Later the Vicar. But tonight you will return here and Satan will punish you properly, do you understand.

Susans eyes were a waterfall, of love, of relief and of redemption.  Even now the one kiss from Satan was making her bottom jerk and twist in her pants, knowing that there were eleven more to come was a crumpling thought. She clung to Mummy and all she could say was sorry, sorry, sorry.

Half an hour later Susan was sitting in her bath whilst Mummy washed her. Arms, legs, back, tummy breasts, bottom, and down below, soapy fingers rubbing and rubbing, inside and out until Susan started to gyrate slowly and then moan.  Mummy asked her what she was doing and Susan could only say that she felt tingly in her tummy and that she was all hot and still Mummy cleaned her down there and cleaned her until her bottom was lifting and she was moaning and then Mummy lifted her from the bath and slipped out of her dress and sat only in her slip and pulling down a shoulder strap she put Susan to her breast and started to rub and dry her again and this time Susans universe exploded and she jerked like a fish on a hook and her mind flew with visions of mummy and her spankings and her knickers and the dread of Satan and her sore bottoms and underneath all of that was her love for mummy, her feeling of being loved, her utter belonging to Mummy, her wish to please, to be good, to be loved and to be wanted.  Her fingers reached up and tugged at mummys hair, they kneaded mummys breast, she cried again, cried for love and to be loved and mummy crooned and told her she was a good little girl but would she always do what she was told, be a good girl, be mummys little girl no matter what?  And Susan squirmed and burst and screamed yes mummy, yes mummy, please look after me, please.

Later mummy sat with her on her knee and told her how she had always wanted a little girl like Susan, how she had seen Susan and had chosen her especially.  She told Susan that she too was very rich and only worked at that stupid store so she might find some one like Susan, how she had often sat in court and watched Susan at work and how wonderful she had felt when Susan had actually walked into Loudon and Chambers and done that naughty thing, how she had seen Susan on television, on news night and how she had recognised how lost she was and how much she needed a mummy to teach her and protect her and keep her in line and now here she was.  And now Mummy did a strange and frightening thing.  She made Susan stand up in front of her, she took the ribbons from Susans nearly dry hair, she brushed it straight and into the page boy, she looked Susan in the eye and told her that she was to go into the bedroom, Susans bedroom, the one with the little ponies and the teddy bear and she told her that there were clothes laid out on the bed, and make up, and that Susan was to go in there, on her own, and put on the clothes and the make up and then she was to come down the stairs and meet with Anne, not Miss, not Mummy but Anne and then she had given her a tentative pat on the bottom and sent her off.

Susan was perturbed, disassociated and frightened.  What did this mean, what was this freedom to dress, to be on her own, to no longer call mummy mummy.  She walked into the bedroom and she wobbled as she looked at the bed.  Her clothes, HER clothes lay neatly on the bed.  Her panties, womens panties, her bra, not the stolen one, her severe chantung silk shirt, her tapering black trousers, her tights, her high heeled boots, her make up bag, her brief case, everything she did and would wear in court bar her gown and wig.  Almost dreaming she sat amongst what used to be familiar garments, she touched them, smelled them, ran them over her skin.  She sat there, naked, shaved, sore on the bottom and looked at her, her here, here her past and her future.  She looked in the brief case, papers for upcoming trials. She put her head in her hands and while her mind whirled she sobbed.

An hour later Susan appeared in the sitting room every inch the career woman, the confident no nonsense barrister. She had her brief case in one hand and her mobile in the other. She was, for an instance, uncertain as to her place.  She drew a breath and then sat down on the chair facing the sofa.  Mumm..no Anne was sitting on the sofa, she had a small wistful almost sad smile on her face,tea and the accessories were laid out on the table between them. Anne reached for the tea pot, Susan rose as if to serve but then sat back, she watched as Anne did the honours, voiced a strong thank you as the tea was brought to her and confidently placed her cup on the side table.  She reached into her case and took out her cigarettes, her first in six days, confidently she lit one and blew the smoke across the room, she noticed Anne control a wince and half smiled to herself.  She looked at Anne.

Well Anne.

Quite so Susan.

Quite what Anne?

Anne stood and crossed to the directoire in the corner. She turned the key and brought out a package,

These are for you Susan, there were three small packages.  Well gi...Susan I mean, open them, please.

Susan looked at them and then, with shaking fingers began to tear at the papers.  The first revealed a small cassette, the kind that might be used in a dictaphone.  The second was a video cassette. Susan smiled as she toyed with the last.  Material evidence of my crime I suppose.  Anne nodded as Susan pulled out the white half cupped bra.  And, Annes gaze did not flinch, here is the number of the local taxi firm, they are reliable and fast. Phone one now and never shop lift again, all right?

Susan looked at the number, no never, she said as she began to punch in the digits, half way through she paused and looked up at Anne.  Is this it, is this all of it, done and dusted, finished, nothing more hanging over my head or, she tried a smile, bottom.

All done, all dusted, promise, you have paid for your crime, I wont trouble you again.

Susan punched in the remaining numbers, waited for the reply then had to ask Anne for the address, she gave that and was told it would be ten minutes, thank you she said.  Where are you going they asked, ho, oh I'll tell you when I'm in the cab.

They sat across from each other each nursing their own thoughts.  The minutes stretched, no one spoke. The silence grew.  Susan broke it.  I learned something MU...Anne.  What Im not sure but it felt r.......
The door bell screamed through the room and Susan jumped up.  My Taxi.
Anne nodded, yes, off course it is.

Susan nodded.  Goodbye Anne.

Goodbye Susan.

Susan opened the door and walked out into freedom for the first time in six days.  Freedom to do and go, freedom to be, to be what? Where would she go, who would she phone first, next, last.  The cabbie was in her ear, she looked at him in the mirror, he was mouthing his world view, they were half way down Queensway. Shut the fuck up she said and gave him an address.

The door opened and Susan walked into her home.  Six days she had been gone and in six days she had lost all sense of it and herself, her former self.  She phoned The Army and Navy Stores, she ordered a steamer trunk.  She phoned a storage depot and ordered a container. She could not stay here, she had to leave.  When the Pickfords men arrived she gave them detailed instructions about the packing and the storage.  The trunk she had packed herself.

Two items she wrapped together and mailed them direct, she changed her clothes walked out the door, double locked it and left for the last time.

She booked into a small but pleasant hotel off Mayfair and she ignored the strange looks she received from room service and there for two days and nights, she thought and felt. She argued and raged. She smoked two hundred cigarettes and she struggled to make sense of what had happened to her.  On the third day she paid her bill and phoned a taxi.

The bell rang, then rang again, she trembled, was there no one in, had she gone, was there no hope for...

Come in Susan.  Your trunk arrived two days ago, where have you been?

I'm sorry Mummy, is it all right? No Susan. I'm afraid that it's far from all right, far far from all right.

But, but I thought

Yes well what you thought and what you did are two entirely different things, look at your hair, that skirt is far too long and your blouse is filthy.  Go to your room immediately, we need to have a long talk.

Back in her room with her beloved ponies on the wall Susan stood shame faced whilst Mummy, her mummy undressed her, she blushed crimson as mummy pointed out that she must have slept in her vest and knickers for at least two nights.  She almost died of shame when mummy told her that she needed a thorough cleaning out and in plus a proper shaving and then... well she knew what then.  Susan nodded.

After Mummy had washed her and shaved her, talced her down and dried her she dressed her in clean vest and pants then took her through to her own, Mummys room. Susans trunk lay in the middle of the floor.

Tell me whats in that trunk Susan, tell me now.

My old life said Susan, head bent to the floor.

Don't mumble child, WHAT IS IN THAT TRUNK?

Bras and panties, basques, stockings, tights, slips, suspenders ,high heels, make up.

Very well and Anne bent and padlocked the trunk.

Now tell me what is in these two packages that you sent Susan, well?

A bra mummy and, and,

And what child?

Something that I stole Mummy.

What Susan.

Satan Mummy.

Very well Susan.  Fetch that chair and sit in front of me like an obedient child.  Susan brought the pine chair and sat in front of Anne who was perched on the sofa.

Do you fully understand what all of this means Susan?

I think so Mummy

Think so is not good enough, do you understand or would you rather I spelled it out for you?

Yes please Mummy

If you are to stay here it will be as my daughter ,under my full control and discipline, at all times, whenever and where ever, if I have to smack you in public, at parties or on the bus then I shall, do you understand?

Susan bent her head, yes mummy.

And you are willing to be a good girl, to behave and to learn.

Yes Mummy

And if you choose to leave

I wont Mummy

If you choose to leave

Then don't allow me, I'll, I'll sign papers, I promise, I belong here I need you to be my real mummy, please let me, mummy.

Very well then child.  In one week you go to boarding school for a month, but before that Aunt Caroline is coming to see you tomorrow and The Vicar still wants to meet my new adopted daughter.  However ,we have overlooked something have we not Susan.

The tears welled.  Yes Mummy

What Susan

Oh Mummy please not that, anything but that please I've been good, I will be goood, pleeeease mummy.

Fetch Satan and the foot stool.

Susan was sobbing now

Time enough for that my girl, now run and over

And so Susan found herself dangling once again face into the couch and once again she felt mummy pulling her knickers tight and she started to cry in earnest.

Or so she thought. Because by the time Satan had striped across her bottom twice she began to get an idea of what sobbing might really be like and by the time mummy had given her the full twelve she knew that she was just a little girl and then when mummy pulled down her pants and lifted her vest and put her across her knee for a full half hour she knew that she would try so hard to be the goodest little girl in the world, if she could find her breath long enough between body wracking sobs.

Later while mummy bathed her and douched her and enemad her, and then dried her, and blew her sobbing nose and hushed her with kind words and rubbed the soothing cream into her scarlet bottom she thought she was being a good girl but when mummy started drying her down there and she began to squirm and buck and was given the breast she knew she was the luckiest girl in the whole world and when mummy tucked her in she sighed in the luxury of love, but she did manage to spill her water jug and mummy pulled her from the bed, stripped her bare naked and thrashed her so hard on the bare bottom with her bare hand that, as she cried herself to sleep she knew that there was more luck to come, that mummy did love her but she shivered at the idea of the aunts, the vicar and the little girls party.  As for boarding school, she shivered until mummy came and tucked her in again. She reached for her teddy and sobbed night night to mummy and was rewarded with a kiss on the brow and gentle spank on the bottom and soon sleep began to take her,, ust before she slipped away she became aware of her thumb in her mouth, he began to remove it and then sucked on it again, while she slept she smiled.

The following morning Mummy bathed her and washed her hair, he did the toilet obediently and giggled whilst mummy dried her and tickled her and she squealed with excitement as she was rubbed down with the big fluffy towel.  She held her arms high while mummy slipped on her clean vest and she stood still while her knickers were pulled up and her vest tucked in. She noticed that even though her bottom was still hot and red there was no pain because mummys cream seemed to sooth the pain away. Then mummy wrapped her in another towel and led her through to the sitting room and cuddled her close on the couch.  Susan had never felt so loved, so cared for, so happy.

Mummy was wearing her slip and Susan thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, she felt proud and fiercely defensive, he clung to Anne Arkette as a drowning man to a log.  Arkette snuggled her down onto her breast and stroked her hair, gently, ever so gently.  Susan, y Susan, hall I tell you what is and how it will be, do you want to know Mummys story.  Susan nuzzled the breast through the soft fabric and curled in closer, he was warm and comforted but she was still as sharply intelligent as ever, he sensed something important was about to happen, he was momentarily afraid but that passed quickly as she looked up at the adoring eyes that were studying her.  She wriggled even closer.

Please Mummy, ell me everything.

Very well Susan

Now I'm sure you know that there are some women, any women in fact, who don't like men, rather they don't like men in the normal way, in terms of marriage, or boy friends, you understand don't you my darling?

Yes Mummy I do understand, I don't like men that way either, men are, they're yucky.  She giggled but stopped when she felt mummys hand lift the towel and smack her once on the bottom.

Don't be silly Susan and listen.

Yes mummy I'm sorry.

Well Mummy is like that, Mummy prefers the company of other women, she always has and has never questioned it, you understand that to don't you my dear.

Yes Mummy but...    Susan felt a tremor of jealousy and fear run through her.

Shoosh now child, later you can ask questions.   Now even though Mummy likes other women she also likes children, she has always liked children, not babies, no, never babies, why, babies are too, too yucky.

Now they both giggled and Susan said Yucky Poo before another gentle smack caused her to calm down.  She snuggled to the fabric that was tight over the breast.

Well now, like you Mummy was lucky in that she is very rich, very rich indeed, in fact Mummy is so rich that she makes you look like an orphan...

But I'm not mummy, I'm not an orphan I've got you mummy I'm not an, oooph.

This time the smack had been a determined spank and Susan knew better than to continue.

To continue Susan.  Because I am so very rich I have been fortunate in that I have been able to find myself part of a group of like minded women, all enjoying the company of other women and yet all missing out on the pleasure of having their own little girl to bring up properly, to teach and instruct.  Oh Susan you cannot imagine how terribly sad that can be, that longing, that wanting and wishing, wishing for the perfect little girl to love and care for, to mould and make.   Now, because I am so rich I could quite easily go to a private orphanage and choose a little twelve year old and be her mother.

Susan tensed.

But no darling, no, no, no.  You see all I would be doing would be enabling a child to become a woman.  That is easy, yes and, I would imagine, very boring.
Susan started to relax.

But then I thought, what of a woman who has never been a child, I mean never had a proper childhood, never been cared for and loved and corrected, never allowed to be a child, the child that exists in all of us.

Susan could feel the blood pulse through her, it threatened to become a torrent.

When I first watched you on Television during the Capital Punishment debate, I knew right away that you were very intelligent, very capable, very strong and very lost.

Susan gave an involuntary nod.

I knew right away that you had never been a child, and I was right wasn't I Susan?

Susan was sobbing gently.  Yes mummy.

Tell me about it darling.

Daddy was always away, always all over the world, all I remember are his fleeting visits, his hugs and his presents and when he died I think I missed the presents more than I missed him.  I don't think I ever knew him.  Mu...Mother was a social butterfly, strings of horrid drunken men, noises in the night, a quick kiss in the morning if she was coming in or going out.  I had a nanny who got me ready for school and fed me when I came home, she hardly spoke and she drank a lot, no one noticed, I used to cover for her and I'm fucked if I know why.

You will be smacked for that language later

I'm sorry mummy I'm just so angry.

I know dear but none the less you will be smacked

Yes.
Go on dear.

That's all really.  I was seventeen and a half when Mother died of a stroke. I was rich and I was nothing.  I forced myself to become a barrister, in truth I don't even like it, in fact sometimes I hate it even though I am good at it.  I defend people, I try to help them avoid their guilt.

Did Nanny ever spank you

God no, never.

Why do you think that was, she could have you know.

Susan pondered the question for a moment. She had never really thought about it before.

I think she never punished me because she never actually cared about me, she might have liked me in a way but she never loved me, I think she used me, as a collaborator, I covered up for her drinking and she let me do whatever I pleased.  Once I drowned the cat because it had messed on my bed and Nanny buried it and reported it missing, I was her ally.

What age were you then

Twelve

Twelve and yet you were acting as a grown up, or what you thought a grown up was meant to act like

Yes, I think so

So there was no childhood, no pony, no picnics, no trips to the fun fair or sea side, no other little girls to play with.

No. None of those.  I don't think I ever had a friend in my whole life, not even now. I have colleagues, acquaintances, I've no family at all, I have a lot of money I work hard and am a terrible boss to work for and at the end of the day I come home and I am empty.  Last month I threw a whisky bottle through the glass door because I couldn't find a book I was reading.

What happened?

Nothing. I picked up the phone and the glazier was there in moments.  The minute he was finished I threw another bottle through it and he came again

And you did what

I sneered

And then

And then I ran into my room and cried for an hour.

Do you understand now Susan, do you understand what you needed and what you can have, here with me?

Oh yes Mummy, yes I really do.

But have you thought it through Susan, have you really thought it through?

I think so mummy.

Think so might not be good enough my child.  If you come and stay with me you will be16 years old, but you will be treated as a 12 year old as a punishment and constant reminder, an upper middle class twelve year old. Not just here, in the house but outside as well, and we will go out, often, to the fun fair, on picnics, you shall have a pony to ride, I will take you shopping and to shows and the cinema and never, ever shall you be treated other than as a twelve year old.  You will be dressed as a twelve year old and you shall act like a twelve year old.  Of course you will be allowed intellectual fulfilment suitable to your needs but it will be supervised and appropriate. You are quite small, petite even, but people will look and wonder, people will know Susan.

But they won't understand Mummy.

Your a good girl Susan but you have to think about all of this, and you have to think about it seriously. Very seriously.  I love you the way a mummy should and I will never let you down but you must make the decision, it will be the last one you are allowed to make on your own but it is the biggest one you might ever make. Now I am going to give you the key to your steamer trunk, its in your bedroom, and I want you to go in there and put on your other clothes and I want you to sit in there and think about everything we have spoken about.  I am going out for a while, I have some business to attend to and when I return and if you are still here and depending on what you are wearing when I return then I shall know.  But remember it will then be for real and there will be no turning back, until, until you want to. All right.

Anne Arkette caught a sob in her own voice and then stooped and kissed Susan on the forehead, ruffling her bob as she did. Go on then, like a good girl.

Susan made to rise then fell back

Mummy, do I have to?

Yes dear, you really, really have to.

Mummy?

Yes?

Can I ask you some questions first?

Yes, thats only fair I think.

Arkette braced herself for what must come.  It didn't.

Mummy why do I have to be shaved - her face reddened - down there?

Goodness child, to remind you constantly of your position and place.

Oh yes, of course.

Mummy why do I have to have the douche and the enema every day

A healthy body means a healthy mind and there is a degree of control which I think you need.

Yes Mummy.  And Mummy?

Yes

Do you have a girl friend, I mean a special girl friend, like a, like a

Yes Susan I do.  She is in America just now but I have spoken to her and she has seen your photos and she's watched you in court and on television and she will love you just the same as I do, her name is Veda.

Susan gulped in jealousy and felt a  a sense of betrayal.

What would I call her mummy?

Mommy

Is she as strict as you mummy?

When she needs to be she can be stricter

Will she do every thing that you do mummy
Yes she will Susan, she will.

Susan looked quite pale as she rose from the sofa, her towel falling around her, she looked so vulnerable in her vest and pants and Arkette had to restrain herself from hugging her to her.

I'll go to my room now and do as you say.

Very well Susan.  Arkette felt that she had lost her in that very moment.

Susan

Yes Mummy

You didn't ask the most important question

What is it?

What you will do as you grow up?

What would I do mummy?

Why, you might become a mummy yourself in a few years.

Susan stood, stunned, then the implication hit her, hard

You mean, you mean you were, you were like me once

Yes darling, in fact my Mummy is coming to stay in a few months, I'm sure she'll love you, now go to your room before I remember your swear word.

Yes Mummy

But Susan

Yes

I won't forget it, understand

Yes Mummy.

Once inside her room Susan locked the door.  It was the very first time the key had been left though she had never been locked in from the outside.. Her steamer trunk was there, lying open and she sat on the bed and looked at it for a long long time.  It was the closing of the front door that roused her.  She was alone, alone for the first time in the house.  Slowly she stood and ventured to the door of the bedroom, she peeked out tentatively and then ran back .  She waited, waited long enough to make sure that no one was coming back then she moved through the rooms until she came to Mummys room.  She looked in the wardrobe first and there was Satan and there was Mr Smart. She blinked.  She had met Satan but Mister Smart remained a mystery to her, and how thankful she was for that.  She looked at all the beautiful clothes, womens clothes hanging on their hangers, grown up clothes, stylish, the height of fashion.  She moved through the drawers, such beautiful things, underwear of such beauty and softness, everything a womans heart could desire.  Another drawer, more under things but this time slightly different somehow.  Instinctively she knew that these were Vedas, Mommys. She wanted to rip them up, to defile and destroy them. She rooted amongst them but in the end she closed the drawer and resumed her search, for what, she did not know.  She neglected a negligee that poked from the corner of the closed drawer.  Then she saw it, a photograph. Mummy and Veda on a beach, America by the looks of it, both in Bikinis both radiant, their arms round each others waists, Veda, slightly taller, breathtakingly beautiful, blonde and bronzed, muscular but so feminine and svelte. Veda/Mommy. Mommy/Veda.  Unthinkingly, hardly even noticing, she threw it across the room and enjoyed the manic tinkle of breaking glass.

Safely locked back inside her room Susan did as she had been told.  She stripped off her vest and pants, threw them in the corner and rooted through her sea trunk until she found the sexiest underwear she possessed, stockings and suspenders, black bra and panties, high heeled shoes, a small slinky cocktail dress.  As she was stepping into her panties she caught her reflection in the mirror, shaved bare at the front, her position, her station, her bottom was fiery red and she could just about make out the two serpent teeth marks where Satan had sunk his fangs.

Fuck them, fuck the pair of them, I'll show them.  She took forever over her make up, eye liner, mascara, black lipstick, the full works. She revelled in it.  She strutted and posed in front of the mirror, her breasts were small but she stuck them out to their best advantage, she tightened her splendid legs and her bottom, in a fit of daring she ran through to the cocktail cabinet and grabbed a glass and bottle of Glenmorangie, she retreated to her room, thought twice and surprisingly locked the door, she dug deep into her trunk and found her cigarettes and lighter, she ran through again and grabbed an ashtray that had probably never been used, she locked the door again, then brazenly, she unlocked it, threw it wide and sat on the bed to think.  Mummy/Mommy I'll show them.

Four hours later Anne Arkette opened the door of her expensive apartment and immediately her nose wrinkled.  Smoke, cigarette smoke.  There was no noise, the place felt empty and Annes heart fell in her chest. Hanging her coat up she sighed deeply to herself, she had expected as much but still she could not stop the tears stinging behind her eyes.  She wandered through the empty living room and noticed the door to Susans room swinging open, it was obviously empty, the steamer trunk was still there and a ridiculous jumble of clothes and froth was hanging over the edges.  She also noticed the whisky bottle lying, near empty on the carpet. She sighed again but thought, later, I'll deal with it later.  All she wanted to do now was go to her bedroom and lie down.  She moved towards her bed and was confronted with the broken glass and shattered frame lying on the carpet, then she spied the negligee hanging like a foul tongue from the snapped drawer.  Ah well, she said, I guess it had to be.  She lay on the bed and fought back the tears.  No good in giving way now. No good, but oh how she would miss her, her lovely Susan, her beautiful Susan, her little girl.

It was then she heard the noise, was it the plumbing, was it a strangled sob. She raced across the room, down the hall way and into the bathroom, her heart soared but she concealed it with a look of steely anger.  Susan, Susan how dare you.

Susan was backed up against the bathroom wall, her pretty yellow frock was rumpled and what appeared to be a smear of vomit was laced down one arm, a glance at the toilet bowl confirmed it.

I'm, I'm sorry mummy, I'm sorry mummy, mummy, please don't tell Mommy....

Arkette reached for her and shook her hard, you naughty, naughty naughty girl, and you've been drinking havent you, well, havent you?

Yes Mummy

And Smoking

Yes Mummy

Well my girl Mr Smart is going to have his work cut out this night, now look at the state of you.

She reached over plugged the bath and turned on the cold water.  Thank God Aunt Caroline didn't come after all, what would she have thought.  Now get those clothes off.  She really was rough with Susan now, spinning her to untie her bow, twirling her to undo her seemingly endless buttons.  And then hauling the dress over the screaming Susans head. She sat on the chair and fairly pulled her onto her knee so she could undo the sandals and pull off the ankle socks, then the vest and finally pulling her up onto her lap and sticking her legs in the air she dragged her knickers off and threw them in the corner.  Before Susan could even think she was turned face down over Anne Arkettes knees and her bare bottom was on the receiving end of a truly sound spanking, her screams and pleas echoed round the tiled chamber but nothing could halt the reign of smacks that descended with increasing fury, this was the spanking of her life time and Susan knew it, and she knew she deserved it, her bottom bucked and heaved, writhed and wriggled, she kicked and squirmed but still the spanking continued until she was literally blind with tears and could only sob oh Mummy, mummy please only to hear I'll mummy you my girl through her wailing.  And then she wet herself, all loose and lost she wet herself like the child she was become and even then she was spanked a few times more before mummy picked her up and sat her throbbing bottom down in the freezing water which caused her to yell some more before the promise of a proper slippering reduced her to muffled sobs.
Now Mummy had to take off her soaking clothes and it was just as well because Susan had never been so thoroughly scrubbed in her whole life.  The flannel was rough on her face and back, her legs and arms were scoured with the loofah and then she was bent right over the bath until her hands were flat on the floor and Mummy was washing her bottom and inside her bottom with cold soapy water while Susan cried her own river of self pitying tears.  Then she felt the nozzle of the douche and when she squirmed away she received such an almighty smack on the bare bottom that she dare not move as she was filled and emptied, filled and emptied then filled and emptied again.  She knew better than to move from her bent over position now, she new what was coming next.  She felt the cold smear of the lubricant as mummy gently eased her finger into her bottom and then the cold sinuous prod as the long rubber tube was introduced into and up her bottom, all the way up this time and then the freezing smarting of the cold soapy water, and she softly cried out, Oh Mummy, Oh Mummy, pleeeeaase, pleeeaaase, forgive me, I'll be gooooood from now on, pleeease Mummy, but still the soapy water was pumped into her and she felt her self swelling and knew she must stay that way for a full five minutes, bursting and bent over but she also knew she dare not move until commanded. 

Now, smack, you, smack, stay, smack, over, smack, there, smack, until, smack, you, smack. are, smack, told, smack, to, smack, sit, smack, on, smack, the, smack, toilet, smack, do, smack, you, smack, understand, smack.

Her reply was almost a bleat.  Yes Mummy.

Mummy seemed to take forever to change her clothes but when she reappeared in a bright red slip  she seemed slightly less annoyed, but for Susan the pain in her bottom and the pressure in her bowel were almost unbearable, and yet, and yet through all of this she had understood that her spanking and rough washing had been through love and a fear of loss, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was loved here and that here she would stay, she also knew that later before bed she would have to meet Mr. Smart.

Sit on that toilet now girl and you better be on your very best behaviour for the rest of this day until bed time, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Yes Mummy

And Susan felt only love as she voided in front of Mummy and she received only a look of love in return.

Half an hour later Susan had been dried, tickled, rubbed till her tummy tingled and dressed in clean fresh underwear, socks, ribbons and a pretty little nightie.  Mummy had rubbed the soothing cream into her bottom and now it only felt hot and red.  She sat on Mummys lap and told her everything she had done that day, of her jealousy and her fear of being forgotten when Veda

Mommy

When Mommy came home and then how she had realised that she was being a spoiled and selfish little girl and how she had then realised that she was being childish but that she understood that she wanted, needed to be childish, that Anne had been right, she had missed her childhood and now that she had the chance to reclaim it she was going to take it, if Mummy, and Mommy would let her.

Mummy stroked her hair and promised her that she would always be the centre of their lives that they both loved her and she was everything that they had ever wanted.

Then Susan had shocked Anne by telling her what else she had done that day.  She had acted swiftly and decisively, she had years and had nearly creamed himself when she had put it to him.  The price was agreed and he was to pay the money into Annes account, just as she had transferred all her accounts, all her portfolios, all her worldly goods into the same account, the number of which she had found while rooting around in Annes bedroom.  She had put her town house and her cottage up for sale, she was giving Anne everything.

She felt Annes fury rising and fully expected to be turned over there and then.  However Anne managed to restrain herself.  What on Earth did you do something like that for, you silly, silly girl?

Because silly girls of twelve shouldn't be allowed to have that kind of money Mummy and you should know that. She smiled impishly.

Anne was still shocked but managed to smile back.  Very well, first thing in the morning we will take all of this money and we shall establish a trust fund for you, so it will be yours when you become eighteen, alright, six years from now.

Susan squirmed with pleasure, Oh yes, oh yes, thank you mummy, thank you.

No, I should spank you for such foolishness and in fact I,

Mummy?

What now girl?

Will Mommy be very angry that I broke the picture do you think?

Yes darling, I'm afraid that Mommy will be very very angry that you broke the picture

Susan gulped.  What, what do you think she will do to me?

I don't think darling I know.

Know what?

Darling Mommy is American and in America if you are very naughty, as you have been, you don't get your bottom spanked, I'm afraid you get your bottom paddled.

Paddled?

Yes, a paddle is like a big leather hand so that it covers your whole bottom every time, it's very sore and you wont want to sit down for a while I can promise you.

Susan gulped again

Will I be allowed to keep my knickers on mummy

I dont think so dear but I'll ask, as a favour, but I doubt it, Mommy is very strict dear.

Is the paddle worse than Satan Mummy?

On the bare bottom yes.

And Mr Smart

Perhaps not so bad as Mr Smart, but you are going to meet Mr Smart tonight before bedtime so you will have something to judge it by.

Must I Mummy

Must you what

Must I meet Mr Smart tonight

Yes, Im afraid you must.

Susan swallowed and made herself very small on Mummys lap.  She looked at the clock.  4 Oclock.  In three hours she would be bathed again and then, and then.

The door bell screamed through the quiet room.  Anne looked up, puzzled, then smiled. Oh of course, it's The Vicar, I had almost forgotten he was coming today, now you behave yourself girl and be very very polite.

Susan shivered a yes Mummy.

The Vicar was a very tall thin man with a lantern Jaw and hands as big as the world.  His arms hung from his shoulders like long strong cables.  Susan stood up straight backed with her arms tight by her sides.  Anne introduced them.  Susan dear this is vicar Melby, Vicar my daughter Susan.  Susan felt a joy at the words my daughter but she did not forget to drop her little girl curtsey before offering her hand. 

Hello Vicar, she was blushing.

The Vicar grimaced a smile, well met child and are you behaving yourself do you think

Yes Vicar, I hope so.

The Vicar looked to Anne. Is she Ms. Arkette?

Well Vicar I wont lie to a man of God, she can be quite troublesome at times but we are working on that are we not Susan?

Yes Mummy.  Susan had dropped her head and was blushing even more furiously.

And how exactly are you and Mummy working on it Susan, hm? Eh?

Susan was stammering.  Mu...Mum...Mumm

Out with it child, the voice was like a fog horn at sea

Mummy corrects me sir

Corrects you, what does that mean, corrects you, huh?

She punishes me sir.

What mean you, she sends you to your room, stands you in a corner, hm, huh?

No sir

Then HOW SIR

She, she spanks my bottom sir, Susan could feel hot tears welling up.

And I should think so to.  And do you know your bible child?

No sir I do not

What none of it?

No sir, I'm sorry sir, I've never had....

Silence child.  Go and stand in the corner this instant

Susan was sobbing quietly to herself before she even crossed the room.  She stood, head down and strained to hear the talk that was taking place over the tea Mummy had brought in.

Ridiculous Ms Arkette, unheard of, no, no that is no excuse, no excuse at all.

Mummy was telling The Vicar something but she could not quite make it out but she was sure she heard drink and cigarettes and then had been punished for it.  Then The Vicar, fairly roaring, Good God woman that is an abomination, spare the rod says the good book, the heavy hand of God.  Susan was terrified even of the voice.  Then she froze on the spot when she heard him bellow Child, come here this instance. She was like a robot as she approached the tall thin man perched on the small thin chair in the middle of the room.

Your mother has told me of your escapades this day, aye and on other days,are they true?

I, I don't, I dont know what....

Are you calling your mother a liar now child, is that your devils game, to call your mother a liar

No, no sir, never...

Then what she says is true girl

Yes sir, Susan bowed her head and tried to look at her mother but she only found a touch of sorrow and a stern admonishing to behave and do as she was bid.

And your mother punished you for these sins did she?

Oh yes sir, she did, truly she did.

Yes as only a woman can, with gentle hand and even more gentle heart,but CHILD you are about to find that that is not the way of a man of God, come here to me

Oh sir, please sir no,

What say you

Mummy, mummy please

Do as The Vicar tells you Susan, immediately.

Her last hope gone Susan approached the tall man, tears running down her cheeks

I am going to punish you now child, in the name of God I will correct you.  Ms Arkette fetch me a slipper please.

One moment Susan was trembling open eyed in front of The Vicar, the next she was conscious of being lifted through the air like a feather and found herself bent over this mans knees, a man she had never met and who did not need to cross his legs to keep her feet and hands from touching the floor.  And her Mummy was now telling her that she deserved everything she was going to get.  A strong left arm had bunched her arms and waist together, she was held in a vice like grip and could no more have escaped than she could have flown threw the ceiling. She saw Mummy hand the Vicar the leather slipper that she had been spanked with once before and she shuddered at the memory.

Oh Mummy please don't let him. Please don't let him give me a slippering, pleeeeaaaase Mummmy I beg you, pleease Vicar don't give me a spanking, pleease, I've been spanked already and I'm to be caned and spanked before bedtime, please sir, don't spank me, please don't give me the slipper.

Silence child.

The grip tightened and then this unknown man through up her nightie and pulled the band of her knickers tight.  Now girl, I am going to teach you the lesson of your young life.

The slipper came down like the scourge of God and Susan felt she might rocket down to the centre of the earth, then again and again and again, how she cried and screamed, oh Mummy, Mummy,please, I'm good. I'm good, I'm a good good girl, ah mummy ahhh ahhh ahhhh naaaah, naaah, nyeeh, nyeeh, nyeh, but still the slipper fell on her bottom, Susan had never cried so hard in her life,didn't think you could cry so hard. For fifteen minutes he held her there and methodically thrashed her bottom until she was reduced to pathetic mum, mum, mummy sobs.  Then she was stood on her feet, sobbing fit to drop and the Vicar was warning her that if he had to chastise her again she would really know all about it.  Susan was mind wracked, she even tried to curtsy, he took this as cheek and she was back across his knee in a second.  Nyaaaaah, Mummy, please mummy I love you please nyaaaah.  But now it was worse. The Vicar had thrown the slipper down in front of her down turned face
and now she could feel him pulling her knickers down, down to her knees and now he was lifting her nightie way up and pulling her vest up so she was naked from the waist down and helpless as an infant.  She heard Mummy speak.  Vicar is this really necessary. Yes Ma'am indeed it is.  Then please do as you think fit Vicar.  All hope was gone.  Mummy had failed to stop him and now his bare hand came down on her bare bottom and it was worse than the slipper, worse than anything Mummy had done, worse even than Satan and now Susan lay and was given the real spanking of her life, her sobs and screams muffled by her caught breath as she moaned and begged for mummy, for mercy, for forgiveness but none was forthcoming and she was changed over five times and by the time the Vicar had delivered the last resounding smacks she truly was a little girl, a very sad, sore and very sorry little girl.

Even as The Vicar watched Mummy take her across her knees and rub the cream in ,the sobs still racked her and even after she was sent to the corner, her vest and nightie still tucked up, still her bottom screamed red and she danced on the spot being expressly forbidden, by Mummy to put a hand near it, and still the tears coursed as she was bade say good night to The Vicar.  She was still sobbing when Mummy placed her in the bath and washed her all over again, she was compliant when she was douched and even when the long rubber nozzle slid into her bottom again.  She still sobbed whilst mummy dried her and she even sobbed while she felt the tingle in her tummy and when she started to jerk and thrash under Mummys ministering hands she cried and cried and told Mummy what a bad girl she was and how sore her bottom was and that the strange man had spanked her the hardest ever and usually when Mummy stopped drying her down there Mummy didn't and then the tingling started again and again until she thought she might die and her legs kicked out all over the place but Mummy held her and as her head exploded Mummy told her that she still had to meet Mr Smart and have her bare bottom thrashed again before she was put to bed at eight o'clock and she writhed and rolled and told mummy she loved her and she deserved Mr Smart and The Vicar and Mummy said she would meet the Vicar again and she cried, and cried.  And then Mummy dressed her in clean vest and knickers and put her on the foot stool and bent her over and then she felt Mr Smart. Twelve times she felt Mr Smart and she screamed and flipped but Mummys hand on her back was enough to keep her in place and she flew through to her bedroom where mummy pulled down her pants and really gave her a spanking so that she was broken and humble and when Mummy had creamed her and put her to bed and made her tummy tingle again and Mummy refused her a good night kiss for being a very naughty girl that day and she could feel the ridges that Mr Smart had left on her poor bottom and Mummy had warned her that the next time Mr Smart was brought out her knickers would be taken down and she moaned her love for mummy and when mummy asked her if she understood now she wept and sobbed and said yes mummy and then mummy did kiss her and she lay on her tummy, with her teddy bear in her arms and watched as the summer light danced behind her half past eight curtain and sobbed her self to sleep and dreamed of The Vicar and the aunts and Mommy and the paddle, and the other little girls.

Yes Miss Gowdie, Eight thirty on Monday Morning, yes, she surely will be, yes, I should certainly hope so,of course, you have my full permission, yes, whatever you think necessary, well thank you, why thank you, oh yes Miss Gowdie I cherish my memories, yes certainly, goodbye.

Anne Arkette replaced the receiver and turned to a pale faced Susan who was huddled on the sofa.

Well my dear, thats settled at least, you begin school on Monday. Good God, when I think of it, what a busy little schedule you have in the next five days.  Aunt Caroline AND Aunt Margaret are coming tomorrow, we have to go shopping for your uniform and other things and in two days time there is the party for all you little girls at Aunt Janes.  You must have a new outfit for that; goodness darling mummy will be worn out.

Susan picked at the frills on her dress.

Mummy do I have to go to school, I really don't want to.

We have been through this Susan, are you going to start again?

Susan had 'started' the night before and the memory of the slipper convinced her that '  'starting again' would be both futile and fiery.

No mummy, Im sorry.

Arkette looked at Susan with a loving but almost desperate look.

Susan go into the garden and do your skipping now, and do not get your dress dirty, hurry now child, mummy has some things to do.

Susan sighed, she had been hoping for a hug but she ran and picked up her rope and resigned herself to an hours jumping hoop.

Anne Arkette wandered through to her bedroom, poured herself a large gin and                               sat by the window thinking. She was sure of Susan but she was not sure that Susan was sure of herself; she had to make a decision, a final test. In truth she had already made it, it was the fact of it, the setting it in motion that disturbed her, yet. Arkette shrugged, she knew this would have to happen, might as well get on with it.  When she had left Susan in the house she had only done what had to be done.  This was no different and yet she felt that this would be worse for Susan than for her, she was sure of Susan but Susan would have to do this, for herself, for her own sake, for their own sakes.

Susan, come in now.    It was slightly less than an hour and Susan was happy enough to hear Mummy calling her, skipping was hard work and the little bells on the handles were an annoyance at times.

As soon as Susan entered the kitchen she knew that something was, if not wrong then certainly different.

Mum

Sit down dear

Susan smiled the imp smile she had developed recently

That might not be so easy because...

It will be impossible if you don't behave yourself

Sorry Mum

Call me Mum once more and...

Sorry Mummy

I mean it Susan

I know Mummy, I apologise.

Very well.  Now sit down, I have to have a serious talk with you,a very serious talk.

But Mummy, I've been good, I've done my skipping and I didn't get a bit of mud on me, well except on my socks but that really wasn't my fault because

SUSAN

Sorry Mummy I do babble

Arkette was struggling with her own emotions, dirty socks gave her a way out for a moment

Your socks are covered in mud

Not really Mummy

Never, ever question me child, come here and put yourself across my knee

Oh Mummy
.
Yes Oh Mummy and Arkette surprised herself and Susan, Susan who after all had only picked up the cursory dirt that would be expected as an inheritance of an hours skipping on a wet morning.  None the less Arkette reached under the small yellow dress and pulled the pink flowery knickers down and gave Susan a more severe spanking that she had ever intended. What should have been a mild chastisement turned into a good hiding leaving Susan sore sobbing and perplexed.

Arkette felt the guilt and made a mental note to expatiate it. But now she had a more momentous task facing her, she would have passed it up if she could have but she knew it had to be done.  She stood the shocked and throbbing Susan before her, she pulled up her knickers, tucked in her vest and made a small show of unruffeling her dress.

Susan

Mu, Mu, Mummy, Susan was crying more from fright than the smacked bottom, she knew something was different.

Susan go to your room and put on the clothes I have laid out for you, all of them, no questions, no disobedience, just go now and do it, now, unless you want the slipper.

That was enough for Susan, for despite Satan, Mr. Smart and even the Vicar Susan feared Mummy and the slipper more than anything, well might...

Susan was stunned when she entered her room.  It was that other world again.  A lacy black bra and matching panties, a pair of hold up stockings, a black slip, a low cut cashmere sweater and a tiny black skirt, a pair if stilettos and a pack of make up.  Her head swirled, what was happening, what she was supposed to do.  Well she knew what she had been told to do but why?  She was wont to risk a slippering by going to Mummy and asking, but no, she had promised to be obedient, Mummy was demanding this for a reason and she, good girl would do as Mummy bid.

Forty minutes later Susan appeared in the kitchen, she was beautiful, she also looked like a very high class call girl or a 'celebrity', same thing really.

Anne Arkette was drinking a gin and pretended nonchalance as she eyed her Susan. In truth her heart was twisting in her chest and tears were very close.

Mummy?

Call me Anne

Anne?

Yes.

Yes Anne.

Come here to me.

Susan crossed the floor and stood in front of Anne, she was completely lost, even more so when Anne systematically felt her breasts and ran her hand up under her skirt and gently run her thumb between her legs and then kissed her full on the lips.  Arkette was crying now, softly, simply.

Susan?

Yes Mu...Anne

Do you like being her with me?

Mummy I love being her, you know that
 Anne
Sorry, Anne ,but I'm, I don't know, Oh please tell me what it is, are you sending me away, please what have I done, I'll try to be...

It, it's something that must be done, it's your life Susan, it is your whole life, I, no, you must be sure, absolutely sure.

But I am

But I'm not

But what Mummy

Anne

No, and I don't care if it's Mr. Smart or Satan or the slipper or all of them, but your Mummy

Then you will do what Mummy tells you

Of course

Then Mummy is going to tell you something and you must do it, alright?

Yes, it was almost a whimper

You will take a taxi down to Park Lane.  You will go into a hotel ,an expensive hotel, you will buy yourself a drink and you will sell yourself to the first Man who approaches you, you will make sure you get at least two hundred pounds and you will do whatever your purchaser desires, short of putting your self at any risk, and you will bring the money back here and you will not set foot in this house before eleven O' clock tomorrow morning, which will allow your purchaser to use you in the morning as well as this evening, and, and Susan, this is essential, you will try your very dam nest to enjoy it.

But Mum

No. No talk, do as your bid, your taxi is waiting, go, go now. And Susan?  Trust me.

The Taxi ride was hell; Susan was lost, betrayed and bereft.  Mummy had given her twenty pounds.  Enough to get to Park Lane and Maybe buy a small drink but after that?  Why? Why? Why? 

In the space of a few small weeks Susans life had been turned round so completely even she found it hard to believe, but she loved it, there was freedom, there was rediscovery, there was reclamation and there was redemption.  She understood things about herself now that she had never suspected, she had found herself through Anne Arkette, she had allowed herself to be opened up entirely, she had been thrashed leathered, chided, spanked, slippered, strapped, caned, punished by some Abe Lincoln look alike.  She was daily subjected to enemas, douches cold baths. She was dressed as a child and subjected to discipline from toilet training to exercise and she was happier and more free than she had ever been But now she was, fuck it she was being put on the game  yes put on the game, and she didn't know why.

But she did, at least a secret part of her understood and so when the fake tanned Yank offered her a drink she took it.  She could feel Mummys presence.  She even negotiated a three hundred pound fee like an old hand.  But God she suffered.  Oh he wasn't cruel, but he left no part of her unexplored and when he had peeled off her panties he had seen the redness of her bottom, a souvenir of her mornings skipping and so he had insisted on adding to the red hue.  She had complied, more from fear of Mummy than of him, besides his idea of spanking was only that, an idea. But she stored every movement in her memory because she knew that Mummy would demand it.  And when she was lying there, bottom up over the pillows and he was entering her in every orifice all she had to do was cling on to the thought of Mummy, and it was thinking of Mummy that started the tingle in her tummy and it was MUMMY that she cried out that night, and then again in the morning when he had simply used her before she was half awake.

It was with a degree of pride that she came home at eleven minutes past eleven that morning; and with a smirk she handed Mummy the Three Hundred Pounds.  Her pride disappeared along with her gadabout garments which were stripped from her and locked back in the steamer trunk.  Her bath was ferociously cold and she was scrubbed as if she was a fever carrier.  She thought she had been douched before, she was wrong.  Her Enema was freezing and terribly affective, her breasts were washed so particularly, her bottom and her thighs and then she was sat on Mummys knee to be dried, she could see her clean vest and knickers, her ankle socks and her yellow dress with the big bow, her brown sandals and the pink ribbons that she secretly hated, her skipping rope and colouring books were on the hall table and she nearly died when Mummy 'dried' her, she certainly cried and sighed when Mummy took her through to her bedroom and spanked her on the knickers and then the bare bottom and then put her knickers back on and gave her satan and then gave her Mr Smart and then, worst of all, slippered her on the knickers and then stripped her bare naked and slippered her again, and never spoke a word, just thoroughly, methodically,ritually and lovingly brought her to a state of abject self pity.  But that night after Mummy had rubbed her soothing cream in and put her to bed,half an hour early at seven thirty when she could still hear other children playing on the streets,had drawn the curtains and told her that she was now her little girl she had cried, but with pleasure, with love.

Later Mummy had roused her and told her that Mommy was on the phone from America.  Mommy had sounded wonderful but told her that she had heard of the photo incident and had promised her a proper paddling when she got home and Susan had uttered a nervous 'shit'.

Which was silly really because Mommy had then spoke to Mummy and while the phone was hung over the big sofa so was Susan and knickers on, Satan was put to work and her wails, sobbing and whimpers were heard as far away as Catalina Island.  But later she was allowed to sob to sleep on Mummys breast in Mummys bed and Mummy made her tummy tingle four times that night but she also told her about the boarding school, Miss Gowdie and the 'special class' she would be expected to attend, she protested once, but only as long as it takes to be turned over end reduced to a sobbing silly little girl.

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"HOW MANY TIMES DID.........."

The only other residents of the huge bar,two old men playing Dominoes, looked over as Tommy shouted.

"Cool it Tommy,those old guys are looking. We had a deal,it was all agreed, dont go getting aggrieved at me now son."

"Well the deals done now so give me the tape and let me out of here,she'll be expecting me....needing me."
"Oh she might be expecting you Tommy but I very much doubt she'll be needing you, if ya get my drift."

"Your a bastard Ruben,just give me the tape and let me get away from your stinking presence."

"Hey Tommy, that isnt any way to talk to your friend, the friend that done you a mighty big favour.I mean,lets face it,your a what? A broken down Lawyer, a Lawyer who commited a very serious breach of the Law, a lawyer who was so damned stupid he allowed himself to be taped while he was talking HUGE embezellment. And Sarah, she's what? A blonde beauty and a multi millionaireness,and she's gonna just love you when you charge in,too late to rescue her but not too late to comfort her,she loves you and you love her money, a marriage made twix Heaven and Hell son."
"The tape, give me the fucking tape"
"In a minute Tommy, be patient. I need your guarantee that she wont go to the police,DNA can hang a man you know"

"I told you, she wont consider the Police after I have told her what she will have to go through,she's shy enough as it is....no,you dont have to worry on that score."

Ruben flexed a Bicep that grew as fast as Tommys eyes.
"You better be right Tommy,you better be right"

"Goddamn it Ruben, I know your a professional criminal, and a fucking good one,your used to facing Jail............."

"Aint never been though"
"I know but the possibility lives with you, you weigh it up, I cant face Jail,the secret is safe, you got what you wanted, now give me what I NEED and let me out of here."

Ruben eyed Tommy coldly for a moment then nodded. He handed him a cassette tape and assured him it was the one and only copy.
"I aint a greedy man Tommy,you did right by me, I'll do right by you......but,if I even sniff the Police..."
He flexed the Bicep again.

"You wont"

Tommy grabbed the tape and rushed from the bar.

Ruben sat in silence,drinking his whisky and re living the evening 'Some Christmas' he thought before standing and ordering three large whiskys which he took over to the Domino players.

"You get all that boys?"
One of the old men laughed. Opened his jacket and showed the mini cam corder,red light flicking away merrily.
"God Ruben, where did you meet such an idiot? He hasnt a clue my friend."
"He's a lawyer Ben."

They all laughed and stooped to their drinks.

"Worth it Ruben?"
"Oh very much so Billy,very much so."
"Pity it was only a one off deal" Ben was grinning.

Ruben sat back and laughed.

"Got any asbestos gloves Billy?"

"What?"

My mobile is going to be red hot by the time that Tommy realises he has a blank tape and tomorrow when Ben sends him the edited tape its gonna be nuclear. MMMMM that Sarah,boys she is something else. And ya know whats really funny?"

The old men shook their heads.
"Here am I, a Professional Criminal and I dont know where to steal a Cane."

The Barman,who was in the public smiled at the loud laughter coming from his Lounge. Christmas always made people happy.

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Ark 2

ArC Part 2
 

 A VISIT TO THE DOCTORS

Susan rubbed the sleep from her eyes when mummy came in and tousled her hair and gently shook her awake.

'Hurry now Susan and run through to the bathroom,we have a busy day ahead of us.'

Susan yawned and slipped out of bed,she stood and stretched, her arms reaching for the sky so that her nightie road all the way up to her thighs.

'Oh mummy,can't I have five more minutes,please, I'm still rather sleepy?'

A short but very sharp smack on the almost bare bottom brought her fully awake and then she was running through to the bathroom as she had been bid.

Susan stood passively while mummy ran her bath and she opened her mouth wide so mummy could brush her teeth  thoroughly.  Then she obediently sat on the toilet as mummy bustled about fetching clean clothes and her brown sandals.  It always embarrassed her when she had to tell mummy she was finished because then mummy would bend her over and wipe her bottom and then wipe her 'down there'.

'Now pop into the bath like a good girl.'

Susan gritted her teeth because she new that mummy always gave her a cold bath in the morning, mummy said it freshened her up for the day,but Susan preferred the warm bath that she was given every evening before her bedtime.

At least the water that mummy brought,in a jug, from the sink was warm and it felt lovely as it was poured over her hair and then the shampoo.  She liked to feel mummy rub it in to her scalp but she fairly hated it when mummy rinsed it in freezing water and she shivered as it ran down her back and breasts and tummy.  Mummy had told her that the cold rinse made her hair shiny and more lustrous but Susan would have settled for being completely bald and a warm back and tummy everytime. Of course she kept this a secret,mummy could be quite tetchy in the morning.

Susan noticed quickly enough that Mummy was being exceptionally thorough in washing her that morning,which was saying a lot because Susan had never been as thoroughly washed so regurarly before as when mummy washed her, why she hadn't even washed herself so thoroughly in her past life.

This morning mummy seemed to take especial care in washing her bottom and between her legs and 'down there' and then Susan resigned herself to the douche and then the ennema.  However mummy didn't use them on her this morning and when mummy held open the big pink fluffy towel and told her to step out of the bath to be dried Susans' natural intelligence alerted her to something different about the coming day.  She wanted to ask what was happening but she thought