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“You dirty, dirty little girl” she spat and took hold of my hand to literally drag me to her car. Oh it was humiliating to be led through the car park like some 5 year old, all the time she was calling me names and telling me how she would soon put me in my place and show me how to behave like a respectable young woman not a cheap prostitute.
I stood shivering at the side of her car
while she searched through her handbag for the keys. I had only been to
It was dark but the road wasn’t far away and people were still walking out of the station to their cars. “Get on with it then” she hissed, “please I’m not wearing any underwear” I replied. She didn’t seem too interested in my excuses and calmly told me I could do as I was told or stay here, it was up to me. I took a nervous look around and pulled the top over my head and quickly unfastened the skirt from my hips.
She was still stood staring at me not making any attempt to open the door. Her hand pointed to a waste bin on the other side of the car park, “go and put them in that, you’re not taking your tarts outfit in to my home”. I looked in horror at her suggestion that I walk stark naked and throw my clothes in to the bin.
“If I have to drag you there young lady I will tan your backside every step of the way”, she said it with such venom in her voice I actually felt frightened. I felt a tear run down my cheek at not only the thought of what I was doing now but also what the next 6 weeks of hell were going to be like with her.
I was so conscious of the noise my shoes were making on the tarmac and the cold wind reminding me how naked I was. I reached the bin and thought what an absurd spectacle this must be as I put my clothes inside. I turned to walk back only to be told in a loud voice to put the shoes in as well. Oh you fucking bitch I whispered to myself as her voice brought the attention of a couple walking to their car. I was reaching down to un-strap my shoes when the young girl giggled to me “I thought you had shown enough on the train”, god everyone must have seen me.
I held one arm across my boobs and the other clasped between my legs and ran back to her car. She had spread an old blanket over the seat for me and laughed as she told me it was the dog’s cover but he was probably cleaner than me anyway. As we drove away I suddenly remembered I had left my case on the train. “Well it hardly matters” she said nonchalantly “it was probably full of more cheap tarty trash”.
“What am I going to do about clothes then” I implored her, the reply made me squeal with humiliation. She told me that Loraine her daughter would find me some of her old clothes to wear. The last time I saw Loraine she was about 4 years old and I didn’t even know how old she would be now. “You can’t mean it” I begged her only to be met by a sarcastic smile.
My head was spinning out of control it was only 24 hours ago that I was out enjoying myself with my friends and doing the things most 23 year old women do and now look at me I thought. I just wanted to burst into tears and cry my eyes out this just could not be happening to me.
We arrived at her house which was an old farm house converted into 2 cottages, although it wasn’t a working farm any more it smelled like one. I clutched the blanket around me as she opened the door. She told me that both the children were asleep and I would be sharing a room with Sarah but because it was late I would spend tonight on the sofa and with that she just turned the light out and without another word walked upstairs to leave me on my own.
I knew I must have looked a bit of a mess when she first saw me walk off the train and I wasn’t sure exactly what my Mum had told her but surely there was no need for her to treat me so harshly. She hadn’t spoken a single kind word to me and I was hundreds of miles away from home, naked and never felt more alone in all my life. I tried to cover as much of myself with the blanket as I could and genuinely cried myself to sleep for the first time since I was a child.
I woke up to the sounds of voices and could see through the kitchen door my Aunt Maureen and the 2 girls having breakfast. They were deep in conversation about me and I listened in horror at what they were saying. The girls were told that even though I was their much older cousin I was going to be treated like their little sister. I had been a very naughty girl and my parents had decided that I needed to be put back into my childhood again to try and make me realise how to behave properly. They were told how I drank too much alcohol and had no manners or any sense of shame and actually sold my body for sex with strangers.
I heard little gasps of disgust from the 2 girls along with giggles at my impeding humiliation. Aunt Maureen looked across and saw that I was awake and asked if I had enjoyed my lay in as it would be the last I had for a while. I couldn’t find any words to answers her as she looked at the children and said, “look you can see what a surly attitude she has”. I was told to stand up and come and meet the girls and just as I tried to pull the blanket around me I was told to leave it where it was.
I looked up at Aunt Maureen surely she knew I was still naked. She just looked at me as if it was the most normal thing in the world to go and say hello to 2 young girls without a stitch on. I squeezed my legs together and tried to shield my private parts the best I could and hobbled towards them.
Sarah beamed a welcoming smile at me “hello, I am Sarah Mackay aged 10 please to meet you”. God it was like listening to the worst child actor ever trying to sound sincere. “Hello I’m Loraine Mackay aged 14, how do you do”. This was more than surreal it was like I had entered a time warp, people let alone children don’t speak like this in real life.
There was silence then I figured I must be expected to reply in the same way. “Err I’m Rachel, Rachel Watson aged 23 very pleased to meet you”. Aunt Maureen Looked pleased for the first time “see Rachel you can be a good girl if you try”. Oh she was such as bitch how I would love to slap her stupid little face I thought. I even vowed to myself that when this was all over and I had got myself somewhere to live I would come back to see her just to do that in front of her freaky kids as well.
Loraine was asked to go and find me some of her old clothes and Aunt Maureen pulled out a chair and told me to sit on it. Sarah placed a towel over my shoulders as if she knew in advance what was going to happen. “First of all we need to cut your hair my dear,” exclaimed my Aunt. “Ohh” I shrieked, “you can’t” I was told she expected no silly tantrums and she wasn’t going to allow me stay with my hair looking like that. What the fuck did she mean the stupid cow I had spent over a hundred pounds having the last few inches coloured blonde to contrast my own natural redish brown. I was so proud of my long hair and always hated having it cut even when I knew it needed it let alone by some stupid insane bully.
I knew if I let her do this I would let her do anything but I just couldn’t think what to do. I wanted to smash her face in and scream she was a mental case but instead I just let out a pathetic “please Auntie Maureen let me keep it”.
“Nonsense young lady” and with that she started snipping away. I couldn’t help myself and I started to sob as I saw my hair fall around me. “Oh Mummy she’s crying” said Sarah “she’s such a baby I don’t cry when I have my haircut do I mummy”. If I lasted 6 weeks of this without punching her right in her snotty little face it would be a miracle.
When she finished my hair was just touching my shoulders, the bitch had even cut my fringe and then she scraped all the hair into 2 pigtails. “That’s better” she said as if she done me the worlds biggest favour. Loraine had returned with a bundle of clothes and I thought I might end up looking ridiculous but it was probably better than being naked.
Aunt Maureen announced that I was in desperate need of a wash and the thought of a nice hot shower was bliss. However she had other plans, she lifted the washing up bowl out of the sink which was half full of water and told me to step in it. Oh I cringed with more humiliation as it dawned on me what she was about to do. She got a flannel and began to rub my body with it, holding my arms up and manoeuvring me like I was a manikin. The girls watched in amazement as their Mum scrubbed every part of me they even had to stifle a giggle when she rubbed my breasts making them jiggle lewdly. She didn’t even spare me the shame of exposing me fully to the girls as she lifted one of my legs to one side and rubbed the flannel through my pubic hair and along my slit.
She gave me a towel to dry myself as she and the girl’s looked through the pile of clothes. Loraine was actually a little bit overweight so I thought the clothes might actually fit me despite the obvious age difference. I was taller than her so I realised that some of the dresses they were holding up would be incredibly short on me. The first item for me to try on was a white vest, god I hadn’t worn a vest since I was about 9, I struggled to get it over my head and eventually managed to get it on.
It had an effect of squashing my boobs a little it was so tight but that was exactly the way Aunt Maureen had hoped. I could see several pairs of old navy blue school knickers and I cringed at the thought of wearing them but I suppose it was better than none at all. Just as she picked a pair up Loraine held up another pair of little pink knickers “do you think these will fit her” she giggled.
Aunt Maureen held them up and she too laughed, “lets see shall we”. I lifted my legs like a 5 year old as she pulled then up past my calves and then my knees to my thighs. They were incredibly tight but she managed to get them past my bottom cheeks and with one last tug which nearly made me lose my balance they were on.
“They suit you Rachel” smiled Aunt Maureen and the girls could not hold back their laughter. The little pink knickers were as tight as could be and on the front was a picture of a yellow teddy bear. “I think I was about 8 the last time I wore them,” giggled Loraine. I could hardly say I was thankful for the dress that followed but at least I had some degree of modesty for the first time in nearly 2 days.
The dress was actually one of Loraine’s old school dresses; it was blue and white checks sort of like an old-fashioned gingham dress. It was pretty short on me but not as bad as I was expecting. To finish the outfit Aunt Maureen handed me a pair of white knee socks and some flat back shoes, which actually fitted me.
I was told to go in the hall and look at myself in the mirror; I was absolutely shocked at what I saw. To all intense and purpose I looked like a child all be it tall but a child none the less.
I was then allowed some breakfast but not coffee just a glass of milk, the cow could even humiliate me by what I she let me drink. While I was sat at the table and the girls got on with some chores Aunt Maureen telephoned my Mum to giver her a progress report. I sat red faced as she relayed the events of last night at the station and this morning at the cottage. I could hear my Mum laughing down the phone as Aunt Maureen told her what I was wearing. I then gave an audible gasp as Aunt Maureen said, “no I haven’t had to smack her bottom yet but I’m sure it wont be long”.
After breakfast I was made to stand in front of them all with my hands on my head. I felt utterly stupid standing like this with them all sat smirking at me. Aunt Maureen wanted to explain some basic rules for me.
No leaving the house without permission from Aunt Maureen.
If Aunt Maureen was out of the house then Loraine was in charge of me.
No going to the bathroom without the permission of Aunt Maureen or Loraine.
My bedtime was to be
I had to do whatever chores I was asked.
No speaking to any visitor unless I was spoken to.
I had to ask permission to be allowed in my room.
I had to ask permission to sit in the lounge.
If permission was not granted and I had finished all my chores I had to stand in the hall with my hands on head until told otherwise.
I was to undress at
I knew it was going to a tough few weeks but I hadn’t imagined a regime anything like that. I was warned that any breach of rules would result in punishment, which would be determined at the time and administered by either Aunt Maureen or Loraine.
That brought a smile from Loraine when she learned she was going to be allowed to punish me herself. “Does that mean I can smack her bottom Mum?” she asked gleefully. Of course she was told she could and that resulted in a pout from Sarah “why can’t I smack her bum then” she sulked.
Aunt Maureen laughed and said if she behaved like a big girl for the next week she would see about letting her. I couldn’t bear the thought of Loraine at 14 being put in charge of me let alone a brat of 10. I resolved to myself that if I didn’t do anything wrong then it wouldn’t matter anyway because none of them would be smacking my bottom.
My first chore of the day was to go with Loraine and fetch some eggs from a nearby farm. The thought of going out in public dressed like this was not what I wanted especially with specific instruction to remember Loraine was in charge of me and do as I was told. We set off and I was instantly aware of the wind forcing the short dress up around my waist. “I hated wearing that even when I was 10” laughed Loraine “gosh knows what your thinking at your age”.
I told her everything was a complete nightmare and we actually began to chat quite normally for a while. She seemed a nice enough girl if a little dull but then living round here what could you expect. The farm was about a mile away and by the time we arrived I had almost forgotten how ridiculous I looked.
A stout woman in her 40’s opened the door
and greeted us with a warm smile; she looked like the typical farmer’s wife.
“Who do we have here then Loraine” she asked looking
at me. Loraine explained I was her cousin from
“How old are you then Rachel,” she asked as she handed us both a glass of lemonade.
God I couldn’t admit my real age while I was dressed like this, I took a gulp of the lemonade and then hesitated. “Err, err I’m 16 Mrs Robertson”, Loraine almost chocked on her drink and the woman tutted at me. “That’s odd, Maureen told me you were in your early twenties” she exclaimed. I looked at Loraine for help and she just gave me a look back saying you’ve put your foot in it now haven’t you. I stammered that I was actually 23 although I was too embarrassed to admit that while I was dressed like this. “So you thought you would lie to me instead,” she said angrily. I apologised as much as I could but it didn’t placate her one little bit. I listened in horror as she said she wouldn’t let us have any eggs because of my lies and I better walk all the way back and tell Maureen why we empty handed.
Even Loraine was upset at this and she pleaded on my behalf then she suggested to Mrs Robertson she should punish me herself for my lies because Aunt Maureen would smack my bottom for sure anyway. I thought what the hell was she doing offering something like that without even asking me. The offer seemed to be accepted and Mrs Robertson pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat on it.
“Come her then my girl” she beckoned and with trembling legs I approached her. With a swift movement she lifted the hem of the dress up and delivered a hard stinging smack to the inside of my thigh. It made me yelp out in pain as another 2 slaps echoed round the room. I tried to put my arms down to protect my legs from the smacks but her hands were enormous as she easily took hold of both mine with one of hers and lifted them out of the way. “Put them behind your back you disobedient little girl” she scowled. I was too scared to think of disobeying her and as more stinging slaps covered my legs from my knees to my knickers I began to cry.
I was making a thorough display of myself by begging and pleaded and whining like a real 5 year old having her legs smacked when the door suddenly opened. It must have been her husband I guessed with a much younger man who I later learned was one of the farm workers. “Goodness me” he looked surprised “she is big girl to have her legs smacked”. Mrs Robertson replied that I might be a big girl but I hadn’t learned how to behave and I was lucky my knickers weren’t coming down for a trip over her knee.
Both men openly laughed when they heard who I was and more to the point how old I was. Through my tears and my sobs I was made to say how sorry I was for lying and Mr Robertson told me if I was going to go around looking like a little girl I had better be very careful because there were plenty of people who would treat me as such.
This was madness what kind of place was this; you just didn’t go around smacking girls no matter how old they were.
On the way back my crying had stopped and Loraine was sorry but she said her Mum would have tanned me much harder. My legs were bright red below the dress and just as we walked round a bend there were 3 boys walking towards us. They shouted at Loraine obviously knowing her, it transpired they were schoolmates of hers and looked quite amusingly at me.
They asked if I was her cousin they had heard about and laughed that I looked silly dressed like and why had I had my legs smacked. I stood with my face as red as my legs as she explained the reason for me being in this humiliating outfit and why my legs had been smacked by Mrs Robertson.
Loraine then became quite mean to me as she told the boys she was actually in charge of me. Much to my added shame she made me admit this was indeed true and she dropped a bombshell, which really made the boys laugh. I would be going with her tomorrow to school as her Mum had arranged with the headmaster for me to spend a few weeks there.
She told the boys they must swear to secrecy because only those 3 knew my real age all the teachers and pupils would be told I was 15. The boys were howling with laughter and Loraine left them with a thought that if they didn’t tell anyone in a couple of weeks I would be so grateful I might be very nice to them.
I began to cry again as we carried on home realising that Loraine wanted to humiliate me just as much as her mother did. She had virtually offered my body on a plate to 3 teenagers and thought it was such a laugh.
“Oh stop crying you baby, Mrs Robertson hardly touched your legs”. She had no sympathy for me as she continued to say it was own fault anyway no one had made me lie to her. I was seething inside and thought that surely if I called my Mum and explained exactly what was happening to me she would let me return home.
I knew we had passed a phone box on the way and sure enough I could see it in the distance. Of course Loraine looked surprised when I walked in it but before she could say anything to me I confronted her. “I might look like you snotty sister but if you open your mouth I will put my fist in it! understand” she began to speak but I clenched my fist and she did looked scared. Not that I had ever hit anyone in my life before but I knew I had to make it look like I would.
I managed to get the operator to reverse charges to my parent’s house and after a few minutes of waiting I heard a voice, it was the operator again. “Your Mother has told me to tell you to stop playing silly games or you will get your bottom smacked even harder” I could tell she was barely able to prevent herself laughing as she spoke to me and then the phone went dead.
I kicked open the door of the phone box and gave a look to Loraine that made her walk well ahead of me for the remainder of the journey. When we reached the cottages she held the gate open for me and just as I walked through it she held her foot out tripping me up. I went flat on my face in to the mud and I could hear her giggling behind me.
That was the final straw I couldn’t take it any longer “you stupid carrot topped bitch” I yelled. I got to my feet and swing a slap towards the side of her face as hard as I could. I was bewildered when my hand sailed through thin air as she ducked below my hand. Before I had time to react she had kicked me on the shin and grabbed hold of my hair pulling me to the ground. We were both yelling and screaming but despite my best efforts she was the one in control and as Aunt Maureen and Sarah came running out Loraine had let go of my hair and with me on the ground and her on top of me she gave me 2 hard smacks to each side of my face.
Her Mum dragged her off me and demanded to know what was going off. Loraine was gloating and I was devastated that a 14-year-old girl had won me so easily in fight I had started. My face was burning not only with the stinging slaps she had given me but the humiliation of how this young girl had so easily put me in my place.
During all this I had failed to notice the man who lived in the other cottage had been outside washing his car. I listened in shame as he described to Aunt Maureen what had happened. How it was me who had called Loraine a “carrot topped bitch” and it was me who had tried to hit her first.
I was of course defeated and could only nod my head in acknowledgement that it was all true. I remembered my resolve earlier in the day to behave and thought if I could of gotten in to any more trouble if I had tried.
Aunt Maureen proclaimed that it was time to put the strap across my bare backside and to see if that could improve my behaviour. She told Sarah to fetch the strap and led me to the barn. She asked Mr Green if he would like to come and watch the little tart get the thrashing of her life and maybe he would like to go and get his wife and boys to see my comeuppance.
The barn was full of haystacks and as she stood me to one side her and Loraine hauled one to the middle of the doorway. Sarah had returned with the strap and was looking so smug with her self as her Mum began to unbutton my dress. I could hear mumbled voices of the other family as they walked across to witness my thrashing. The woman said that perhaps the boys shouldn’t see me undressed but their dad thought it was an excellent education for them and they would be aware of what happens in these rural communities. I then realised that the family were English and not Scottish and they obviously didn’t know I had no experience of these barbaric traditions either.
The assembled audience gathered either side of the doorway; I noticed the 2 boys looked like twins around 11 years old I guessed. For some unexplained reason my eyes were drawn to theirs as aunt Maureen pulled the ridiculous excuse for knickers down my legs until the were off altogether.
I could see them both grinning like
I could hear Loraine explaining to Kathy (the boys Mother) how I had ended up in this situation and even heard the word “prostitute,” mentioned. I could clearly hear her gasp as my real age was revealed and then she gave out a nervous giggle. Aunt Maureen gave me a brief lecture about why I was going to be punished and by the time she had finished I was hard pressed to think of a reason why I didn’t deserve it.
She asked me if I had anything to say for myself before I got my thrashing. I decided that at this moment I should act contrite and apologetic.
I looked at Loraine and said I was really sorry for calling her names and then I could feel myself blush even more when I said I deserved the 2 smacks me she gave me across my face. She actually thanked me for the apology but them couldn’t resist shaming me even more, “well so long as you’re a good little girl you wont get any more then”
I could hear Kathy laugh at Loraine’s remark and then Mr woods joined in “ it’s a pity more girls her age didn’t get this kind of treatment”. After I agreed with Aunt Maureen that she was right to deal with me like this and it shouldn’t be done in private either, anyone should see me get what I deserved. With a further humiliating comment that my own parents would indeed witness it in the very near future I was told to kneel in front of the haystack and reach right over it.
The rough straw was uncomfortable on my tummy as I let all my weight relax on to it. I could feel my knees part slightly as I tired to ease myself in the right position. To my horror and Loraine’s obvious delight Aunt Maureen gave her the strap. “Give her a nice hard dozen to warm her up my dear,” she said to her.
Loraine didn’t need telling twice and swung the strap as hard as she could across both cheeks of my bum. The impact forced me to push my hips against the haystack and without any warning she delivered another. I was giving out all kinds of strange noises as she delivered the full 12 and as I was gasping for breath and trying to shake the pain out of my buttocks she smacked my bum with her hand. “I should get used to this if I were you” and with that spiteful comment she walked back to hand the strap back to Aunty Maureen.
“Oh please Mum can I give her some smacks?” chirped Sarah. I was hardly in a position to argue when Aunt Maureen replied that it might actually be a good idea to reinforce my status if her youngest daughter did indeed gave me a few smacks.
Kathy laughed, “My word Maureen this must be so humiliating for her to have a 10 year old girl help thrash her”.
I wasn’t really interested in how much more humiliating it could get I thought that barrier had already been reached. Sarah approached me and in spite of her age managed to extract a few yelps and squeals from me much to the amusement of everyone else. After the last stroke she gave me she was obviously so proud of her self she said in triumph, “that serves you right you naughty little girl” How much more bizarre could this get a 10 year old girl calling a 23 year old a “naughty little girl” after smacking her bare bottom.
Aunt Maureen said “well done” to Sarah and to everyone’s surprise she asked Kathy if she thought the boys would like a turn. I let out a low groan of “oh no please” which resulted in a hard smack with her hand on my bum from Aunt Maureen.
“I wasn’t asking you young lady, there no reason why the boys can’t have full authority over you as well”. I was outraged at the idea that 2 11-year-old boys who I had never met before were being placed in control of me.
Kathy asked her husband what he thought and to the boys gratitude he decided it would be a good test to see how grown up they were. Each boy gave me 12 more strokes with the strap and I was crying and yelling by the end, even humiliating my self by promising to be a good girl much to the delight of the boys who at least thankfully didn’t have any shameful words for me.
Kathy congratulated the boys as if they had just got a good school report “look how red you have made her bottom boys” she laughed, “fancy making the girl cry like a big baby”. I felt like shouting you’d fucking cry if your bare arse was in my place you stupid cow.
I really did beg now as Aunt Maureen took hold of the strap and told me that the children had done a good job of putting some colour in to my cheeks. However it was time for me to exercise my lungs and se how well I could take a proper thrashing. The first smack with the strap was worse than all those the children had given me. I howled at the top of my voice and couldn’t believe how hard she had hit me.
The next whack had me kicking my feet against the ground in desperation to ease the pain. Another had me howl once more and the sound of the leather on my bare skin seemed to echo round the barn, as did my screams.
This time the strap seemed to propel me upwards and without realising what I was doing I had actually climbed up on the straw. My knees were now spread wide apart and my elbows were way below them on the dirty floor of the barn. “Even now you can’t keep yourself decent can you”, hissed Aunt Maureen. I could imagine what a view I was giving everyone but I couldn’t care less as 2 more whacks of the strap made me shriek in agony.
I was twisting and shaking my bum in a vain effort to try and take away some of the sting and every now and again I could hear giggles and gasps as the strap continued down across my scorching cheeks. I suddenly found myself not being able to cry any more, it took all my strength to concentrate on trying to breath and between the smacks I was gasping for air to full my lungs for the next scream.
The final “crack” of the strap was too much for me and I toppled off the haystack on to the floor. I clutched my hands to my scolding bum cheeks almost feinting with the shock of how hot they felt.
Aunt Maureen announced that she thought my backside had received enough for the time being and told Loraine to take Sarah and get some more eggs to replace the once broken in the fight. Mr Woods told the boys to come and finish washing the car with him leaving Kathy and Aunt Maureen watching me squirm and sob on the floor.
“Gosh Maureen you’ve given her a good hiding all right” she almost grimaced on my behalf. “The poor girl won’t sit down for a week,” she laughed. I was told to stand up and stop rubbing my bottom and turn around and show Kathy the marks on my bum. I managed to get myself up and do as I was told while Maureen encouraged Kathy to touch my bottom and see for herself how hot it was.
Her hands felt ice cold and I let out a moan of relief as she rubbed her hands all over my punished bum cheeks. She even joined in my ordeal by teasing me that I better be a good girl from now or my bottom would end up harder than the leather on the strap.
She spun me around to face her and with my bush almost level with her face as she had sat on the haystack she pulled a little tuft of my pubic hair. “Have you thought about removing this Maureen,” she giggled. She went on to say to my aunt that it might make me look more like a real little girl and reduce my adult image to the children.
I couldn’t believe the change in her, only a short time ago she didn’t want her kids seeing me bare now the cow wanted to shave my pubes off. Aunt Maureen replied that she knew what Kathy meant however she thought for the moment my hairy mound would actually remind the children I was really an adult therefore adding to my shame and that anyone else who saw me bare would realise that I was indeed a “grown up”. She did admit that she probably would end up removing my pubic hair at some time in the near future and went on to say she actually knew a woman with a salon in town that might remove it by laser so it was permanent.
Kathy gave my bush one last tug laughing that I might not see it again if I didn’t behave myself. I looked at Aunt Maureen and knew she would actually do something so cruel as to remove my pubes forever.
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