Karen Hodge

Karen Hodge part 2

 

I awoke quite early the next day and couldn’t resist looking at my bum cheeks in the mirror. I almost felt disappointed that there was only a slight hint of pinkness and all of the wonderful tingling from last night had gone. I made breakfast and shouted up to Tim it was time to get up for school. He came down looking a little apprehensive and for a few moments there was an awkward silence. After a few bites on his toast he gazed up at me “ so how’s your bum then”, without really thinking about it I replied it was fine.

 

“I surprised you’ve done that with the tawse Mum” he said between crunching his toast and nodding towards the hall. I had no idea what he meant and went through to look. There right at the side of the hall mirror on a hook that used to have a picture of his Dad hung the tawse. My own reflection highlighted my shock and I had no recollection of doing such an absurd thing.

 

“I thought you might have wanted to keep it a bit more private” he giggled, “I wonder if you really like the idea of having your bum smacked”. With that comment running round inside my head he picked up his school bag and declared he was going to work on my behaviour contract this week and I better get used to having some strict rules to obey. My hands instinctively went to my bottom and I starred in bewilderment at the tawse on the wall. I felt a sense that it was actually having some strange power over me and I was compelled to allow Tim to have full authority over me.

 

The next few days seemed oddly normal considering what had happened. On Thursday evening Tim announced that my contract would be ready on Saturday morning and he Chris and Ryan had just got some finishing touches to put to it. “What” I screamed with a sick feeling deep in my stomach “you have told those two little brats” I yelled. He sat calmly as I ranted on how he had no right to humiliate me like this and that he could forget the whole idea.

 

I continued my outburst not really thinking too much what I actually said and before I knew it I found myself confessing to Tim that yes I was actually going to go through with it and maybe yes I did probably deserve to have my bottom smacked regularly. I was shocked at the words coming out of my mouth and felt myself blushing tremendously as I said no way were Chris and Ryan having any part in it.  Tim didn’t flinch all the way through my tirade and explained that he had sworn Chris and Ryan to secrecy and they were really looking forward to helping discipline me.

 

If the situation was absurd up to this point what was it becoming now. Of course the two boys would be looking forward to it I bet they could hardly keep a straight face when Tim told them. I could picture the immense grins on their faces when they next saw me. I sat in silence for the next few minutes “its no good sulking about it Mum I have promised them they can help” he said in such an unbelievably matter of fact tone. I had that horrible feeling again that I sensed it was going to happen and nothing I could say would prevent it.

 

On Saturday I was sat alone at the table with my third cup of coffee as Tim had gone round to see Chris and Ryan and told me he would be back soon. He left me with a stern warning to behave in front of his friends and not to make him look foolish. What about me why didn’t he mind how foolish I let myself look!

 

The boys duly arrived and as expected were supporting the largest grins imaginable.

Ryan the darker of the two black youths spoke first “good Morning Mrs Hodge” he beamed with excitement. Chris then handed me an envelope “read it carefully we don’t want you whining its not fair or something after you’ve signed it” he laughed.

I couldn’t stop shaking as I opened it and began to read what the three boys had typed up for me.

 

     Contract for the behaviour and discipline of Mrs Karen Hodge aged 34

 

I hereby agree to all the following rules for my behaviour and accept physical chastisement form, Ryan Thomas, Chris Carter and Timothy Hodge at their discretion and when they deem it necessary.

 

 I will treat the boys with respect and courtesy at all times and obey any                                                                         instruction without question

 

I will wear whatever clothing the boys decide is appropriate for me

 

I will ask permission of any of the boys before being allowed out on any social or recreational activity.

 

I will hand all my credit and bankcards to Timothy Hodge and ask to be allowed any money on a daily basis.

 

I will have set times to be in bed, which the boys will decide as required

 

I will agree to regular maintenance punishments to remind me of my position

 

I will carry out all the housework and gardening duties without delay

 

I will make no attempt to hide the authority the boys have even in public

 

I will give the boys unlimited Internet access to discuss and share information and ideas on my future discipline.

 

I accept the boys have the maturity and ability to carry out there duties for my own benefit and are no more than I deserve.

 

Signed on 12^th day of March two thousand and six

 

 

Mrs Karen Hodge

 

 

 

 

I read the contact twice with the boys looking on in elation as Tim handed me a pen “so Mum what do think of our homework this week”. My throat felt so dry I could barely speak it was utterly incomprehensible why I would agree to such outrages regulations and give the boy’s ultimate reign over me. Yet my hand seemed to have a will of its own and hesitantly I signed my own name thinking to myself I must have gone stark starring mad.

 

Tim grabbed the piece of paper and pinned it up on the notice board by the fridge “oh please Tim everyone will see it” I gasped, “That’s the idea Mum,” he laughed. “I shouldn’t worry about a piece of paper Mrs Hodge” grinned Ryan “just wait till everyone sees what we will have you wearing”. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek at the impending humiliation the boys were going to put me through.

 

Tim announced that the first item on today’s agenda was for him to go to the shop and get the boys some snacks and drinks to keep them going through this busy day. Ryan and Chris meanwhile were going to take me upstairs to my bedroom and get rid of most of clothes ready for the charity shop. I wailed in despair at the thought of losing most of my clothes but Tim was not moved, “Mum you have underwear like a prostitute would wear, I’ve seen it hanging on the radiators to dry and its obscene”

So apart from your uniform for work and few other things we are getting rid of the lot.

 

I sat openly sobbing on my bed as the two boys threw most of my wardrobe in to black bin liners. Then they went through my underwear drawers whistling and hooting as they held up most things saying how sexy I would look in them. It was Chris who had the idea to get me to wear some sexy knickers and stuff for when Tim got back so he could see what a tart his Mum looked like.

 

They chose a matching pink satin thong and bra set with suspenders and pink stockings and even threw me some red high heels I hadn’t worn in about ten years.

I nervously clutched the garments in my hand and walked to the bathroom feeling sick and hating myself for doing what they told me. I had always loved sexy lingerie and even though no one had seen me in it for the last two years I always had a self-satisfying thrill that I looked sexy and naughty under my boring old work clothes.

 

Once naked I paused to gaze at me own reflection. My boobs were still perky for my age I thought with a little pride. I was more ashamed of my lower half and my hips and tummy were evidence of my liking of chocolate and my laziness not cook and rely on take-aways. My dark bush of pubic hair was exactly the same colour brown as the hair on my head and I was glad that at least it would hide my slit if my knickers did come off in front of the boys.

 

The bra did more to reveal my boobs than conceal them and the half-cup only just hid my nipples from view. The thong left most of my bum cheeks completely bare but at least covered all my pubes well enough. I felt totally ashamed having to walk out and face the two Black youths like this, it would have almost been better to be stark naked I thought. The boys had gone downstairs now and I nervously teetered on the steps in my heels I could hear there voices and slowly walked through to the lounge to face them.

 

Loud wolf whistles erupted from them and they laughed that my face blushed the same colour as my outfit although I could have sworn it was much redder. After telling me to put my hands my sides to give them a proper look they made me turn round and laughed out loud that my bum was practically bare. “Give your arse a little shake for us then Mrs Hodge” laughed Ryan. I was beyond refusing anything now they had full control of me and as ordered I thrust my bum cheeks from side to side in a quick motion. They roared with laughter saying how much fun this was going to be and what an amazing Mum Tim had.

Chris declared that they should stand me in the widow so Tim could see me as he walked up the path. They had me stand on the low footstool with my feet about eighteen inches apart and my hands on my head my almost bare bottom practically touching the glass. The even went outside to see what the view was like and came back laughing that you could see me from the road.

 

I was petrified that people would see and prayed Tim would be back as soon as possible. The minutes lasted forever before he walked through the door. “Oh cool set up man” he congratulated the boys with high fives and stupid handshakes. “They’ve got a wicked imagination haven’t they Mum” he grinned. They proceeded to demonstrate their imagination by having me touch my toes and press my bum cheeks on to the glass then lewdly gyrating them as if I was trying to clean the window with them. Of course they went to watch outside and I could hear their course vulgar laughter echoing round my upside down head.

 

When they returned and I stood up my nipples had poked out of the top of my bra and resisting the temptation to adjust it I left from on open display. Much to my intense embarrassment they were hard and stuck right out “Not cold are you Mrs Hodge”, smiled Chris and with out hesitating he reached forward and actually flicked my right nipple.

 

“The boys haven’t took long to master you have they Mum”, laughed Tim and despite the total humiliation of it all I could sense myself getting a nice warm feeling between my legs. The boys had their cans of pop and crisps while Tim told me to go and hang the washing out on the line. “Please Tim I can’t go out in the garden like this” I begged. With a swift slap on my left bum cheek he told me to behave or else.

 

I was half way through pegging the washing on the line when I heard a sweet and sickly “Oh my goodness Karen have you forgot something” snickered Diane my neighbour. She was just a little older than me perhaps about forty although she acted like she was sixty. I mumbled something about waiting to iron my dress and thought no one would see as I just nipped out. “Well isn’t Tim home with his two little black friends” she asked inquisitively. I could feel myself blush all the way down to my exposed nipples and had no idea how to answer her.

 

It was Tim who came to my rescue if you can put it like that. “Hello Mrs Winters, Mum has been a bit of a naughty girl this week and we’re going to smack her bum later”. I don’t know who looked more shocked me or Diane, Tim was incredibly self assured and asked Diane if she would like to come over for a cup of tea and I would explain it all to her. Of course the curious cow was not going to miss the best bit of gossip all year and before I knew it she was sat at the table reading my contract.

 

She could hardly contain her amusement “Good lord Karen I always knew you had a little exhibitionist streak in you but this”. Tim looked puzzled at her remark and she explained that her husband John had often told her I had been undressing with the curtains open. “So you are a little tart after all then Mum,” he snapped. Diane then asked what sort of clothes they had in mind for me and the boys replied there were not too sure but they were getting rid of all my sexy knickers.

 

“What about making her look like a little girl Tim,” she asked, “That would be fantastic,” replied all the boys in unison. “She seems to enjoy parading herself round in her fancy lingerie by the look of her tits” she mocked “maybe dressed as a little girl she would have more self respect” added Diane. To say I was mortified to be talked about like this was the understatement of the decade. She carried on telling the boys that she would obtain a whole new wardrobe for me with the help of her friend who was dressmaker and by the time they had finished I would look every inch the naughty little girl I was.

 

Tim brought the Tawse to show Diane and she was delighted that they had a wonderful instrument for my naughty fat bottom as she put it. They all agreed that frolicking around the garden with my tits and arse hanging out was good enough reason to earn me my first thrashing of the day.

 

I was led through the hall to the lounge and Tim asked Chris and Ryan to pull one of the big armchairs out in to the middle of the room. Diane sat enthusiastically on the edge of the sofa next to the two boys as Tim guided me over the back. “Come on Mum push that naughty bottom right up,” he laughed. The first stroke felt much harder than last week and seemed to really sink into my bum flesh. He gave me very quick half dozen that had me panting for breath and I was desperate not yell and cry in front of everyone.

 

Next he handed the tawse to Ryan “there you go mate give her another six to warm her fat bum up”. I could hear Diane giggling away as he quickly got through his share and had me hissing through my teeth with the pain. Chris was next and he actually ran his hand over my bare bum cheeks “nice and warm Mrs Hodge” and delivered a really hard stinging smack across them. The six from him broke my resolve and I was openly sobbing and yelling with the stinging pain as well as wriggling and kicking my legs.

 

The boys jumped up and again gave themselves high fives congratulating each other on tanning my arse and what great fun it was. Diane agreed it had been a wonderful sight and told the boys to make sure I got a good few more throughout the day as my bum could easily take it. She then told the boys she would see them next weekend with my new clothes and maybe if they kept me naked until then I would appreciate them more.

 

“Hey Tim can we really have your Mum stark naked all week” asked Ryan “I don’t see why not” he replied “you don’t mind do you Mum” he laughed. “Of course I mind you fucking bastards,” I yelled as I rubbed my sore bum cheeks. Chris and Ryan looked a little surprised by my outburst but Tim gently shook his head. “You’ve only signed the contract an hour ago and look what comes out of your filthy mouth”, he pushed me back over the chair, “your really going to get a hiding now young lady”

 

“Young lady” repeated Ryan laughing, “go on Tim leather her fat arse for her”. “We’ll have your knickers down mow Mum as well” declared Tim. I had put them on before my suspender belt so he was only able to lover them down to the tops of my thighs.”No” I protested much too late and more vicious whacks with the tawse soon had me concentrating how much my bottom hurt to worry where my knickers were.

 

I was soon kicking my legs frantically after each stroke and Chris interrupted “Maybe you ought take her silly little knickers off so she can have a proper kick about Tim”. Would you like that Mrs Hodge” asked Ryan Tim said it sounded wrong his friends calling me “Mrs Hodge” all the time and they should just call me “Karen” from now on.

 

Tim grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet to face them all. I had forgot where my knickers were and stood rubbing my bum cheeks with both hands. Of course all eyes were firmly focused on my brown bush, which was now fully displayed to them all. “Oh god look at all with your mouths open you lecherous little sods” I even found myself giggling as I said it.

 

“Well Karen why don’t you take your knickers right off then and give us all a proper look” leered Ryan. With out any protest I unclipped my stockings to ease my knickers all the down my legs and past my shoes to the floor. The boys’ eyes were still fixed on my bushy brown triangle of pubic hair as I carefully fastened my stockings back up. I brought both hands together in front of my mound to shield it from their eyes.

 

Tim looked annoyed “oh it’s a bit late for modesty now isn’t it Mum”. “Don’t think flashing your hairy fanny is going to save your arse”. He then gave the tawse to Ryan who hollered in delight saying he wasn’t going to hold back now and he would tan my bum right off the chair. He took hold of my hand to lead me back over and a lovely tingle went through my body as the back of his hand brushed my pubes.

 

 His first smack made me jerk right back and clutch both bum cheeks in my hands and literally jump up and down a few times. The boys thought this was hilarious as I faced them with my tits bouncing and my bush once again on full view. With out needing to be told I resumed my position “that’s a good girl Mum” remarked Tim as Ryan once again blistered my backside. My kicks and wriggles were becoming more and more wild and after one really stinging smack I thrust my legs as wide apart as I could and pushed my bum up high.

 

“Oh Karen what a brilliant view of your hairy muff” laughed Ryan and made me stay like that while Chris and Tim walked behind to admire the view. The tawse was passed to Chris and he made me keep my legs wide open for each stroke laughing all the time how much fur I was showing. When at last the full eighteen had been administered I was led sobbing to face the wall so the boys could watch as my bottom turned a bright crimson.