Emily\'s new childhood

  I opened my emails hoping to see one from my best friend who had just gone to work abroad for a year. I was really dissapointed not to see one, the only one i had looked like some more annoying spam i clicked to delete it but opened it by mistake.

It was a picture of a girls bare bottom looking very red indeed and the heading “Do you need this in your life?”. I was quite shocked but couldn’t stop staring at it, I had this bizzarre image of my own bottom looking like that after someone had smacked it for me. I went on to read more and it was from a gentelmen who offered what he called corective therapy for young ladies.

I felt really naughty for some reason and before i knew what i was doing i had replied to him saying i wanted to know more. I turned off my pc and went to make a cup of tea, Mum was in the kitchen and i could feel myself blushing thinking to myself, god how would she react if she knew what i had just done.

I was still living at home with my parents even though i was twenty six and had quite a good job with an insurance agency. Most of my relationships with guys din’t seem to come to much and i hadn’t had a boyfriend for almost a year. I must admit i could be quite lazy and was the type of person who allways put off till tomoorow what should have been done today.

I found it hard to take the picture of the red bottom out of my head and began to think very seriously that perhaps it was what was missing in my life, some real discipline. My Mum was busy with some washing and looked across at me as I sat drinking my tea still in my dressing gown at mid-day on a Saturday. “it wouldn’t hurt you to do some housework for a change young lady”, she commented.I knew she was probably right but I just looked up “yeah whatever Mum”, I sneared back at her. I bet she would agree that I needed discipline I thought to myself.

Afew days later I recived a reply from the gentelman, he was called harold and he had enclosed a form for me to fill in. I read through it and gasped out loud at some of the questions he expected me to asnwer but it gave me a nice tingle between my legs imagining this might become a reality. I made an excuse to my Mum and Dad that I was tired and went to my room to fill out the questionie

It was titled “My contract for discipline” and began almost like a typical job application form. With more excitement than I could justify I typed in my full name EMILY JANE HICKSON and went on to give all my personal deatails. Then came to the punishment options, first of all was a hand spanking on the seat of my knickers, of course I ticked the box saying I needed that. The next asked if should have my knickers taken down and with a nervous little giggle to myself I confirmed I did.

The next were a list of implements to be used on my bottom and without really undersatanding the effect of any of these I decided I may as well tick them all, Slipper, Hairbrush, Strap, Paddle and finally the Cane. I gave my bottom a gentle rub and wondered just what I was getting myself in to. I then ticked the boxes which said my knickers could be taken right off when needed and even the one where I ought to be completely naked at times.

The next asked if I should wear a punishment outfit and gave me a choice, of course i agreed I should and again rather greadily ticked all the boxes, Schoolgirl, Stockings and sexy underwear, Gym outfit and finally one which really made me blush “little girl clothes”.

I was then asked if I should wear the outfits just for the punishment or before and after as well, which I agreed I should. Then the questions that really made me blush, should these clothes be worn in front of people and even in public. With a nice warm feeling between my legs I squeesed my thighs together and ticked the box saying yes.

I had become so aroused at the thought of submitting to all this that I was desperate to push my hand inside my knickers and bring myself off. This was not something I usually did and I felt  like a naughty, dirty girl sitting doing it to myself. My orgasm made me moan and almost shriek and blushed furiously hoping my parents hand’t heard my noises.

I waited eagerly in the follwing days for a reply but got nothing and then began to think I had been foolish ticking all the boxes and he would probably think I wasn’t being serious. It was Saturday once again and I had nothing planned when I heard my Mum shouting outside my door to come downstairs she wanted a word with me.

I lazily got out of bed, put my dressing gown on and went to see what she wanted. She was looking quite stern which was most unlike her “sit down young lady” she snapped at me.  I did as I was told and sat at the kitchen table, grateful I was seated becuase I felt sure my knees would have given way with the shock at what happened next.

She thrust a pice of paper under my nose “care to explain this Emily”, god I was mortified, how on earth had she got hold of it. “Well, I’m waiting”, she demanded, I was genuinly speachless, i couldn’t think of any reply whatsoever. I hung my head in shame as she began to read out loud my answers, “so you want you knickers taking down and your bare bottom smacked do you?”, she had a hint of amusement in her voice.

I was suprised she wasn’t laughing her head off, I think I would have been if I had been in her position. She continued to compound my shame even more by telling my it was my Dad’s idea to send me the email as he had a feeling it was what i needed it my live. I held my hands over my face and began to sob “please Mum I only replied as joke i dont really want it to happen in real life”. “Nonsense young lady” she answered “ I have seen the way you have been anticipating a reply, just like a child waiting for chistmas” she laughed.

The stark realisation began to hit me that I was indeed going to have my bottom smacked but it wouldn’t be some stranger from the internet doing it it would my pwn parents. In spite of this increased humiliation I began to accept my fate and finally aknowledged it to my Mum. “Yes Mum I agree it is what I need”, I said between my sobs, she lifted my hands away from my face and smiled at me. “Oh yes Emily there are going to be some big changes for you from now on” she grinned.

She told me to go and wash my face and get dressed as we had some things to buy ready for my discipline to begin when my Dad got back from golf later. I was on automatic pilot as I got dressed into some jeans and an old baggy sweatshirt. Mum looked dissaprovingly “Make the most of that outfit my girl, your going to dress as we tell you in future”.

The first place we got to was an adult sex shop in an idustrial estate outside town. I looked at Mum not believing she was serious. I listened in dismay when she told me they sold various items to use on a naughty little girls bare bottom and we were going in to chose some.  I found it hard to imagine my Mum knew of such a place let alone what they sold inside.

With my face as red as an old fashioned telephone box she led me through the door, “we don’t need to look for a Slipper I’m sure your Dad’s will do”, she said cherfully not seeming to care who overheard. The shop was quite large and very brightly lit, not at all like what I expected as Mum led me past a large selection of pornographic dvd’s and magazines.

We stopped at a display stand full of all kids of whips and canes and so on and I looked in bewilderment at the choice available. “So what do we need then Emily”, Mum said hardly disgusing her amused experssion, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her and just whispered back “a strap and a cane I guess”. She began to pick up various leather straps, feeling them all over, almost as if she knew what she was looking for.

She passed one to me to have a look just as the salesman walked over, I held it my hands and just stared open mouthed at this bizarre situation. “Can I help you ladies” he said in a typically cheerful salesman tone. “Oh we are just looking for a few things to smack a girl’s bare bottom aren’t we Emily” smiled Mum. God how could she humiliate me like this “well how naughty has she been” he replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone.

Mum went on to tell him she wanted a selection of items and he seemed delighted to offer his advice. He told her that heavier and thicker the strap the more it hurt and the best in his opinion was one with a wooden handle and a pivot holding a long peice of lether cut into two tails at the end. He told her it was very good to swing but not too heavy it would cause a lot of brusing.

She acepted  his choice and gave it to me to hold while they began to look at the canes. She eventually picked a really long old fashioned looking one with a crook handle at the end “this will make your bottom dance won’t it young lady” she laughed. The two customers looked up and smiled at her remark and the salesman could barely contain his amusement. Just as we were walking to the till Mum stopped “oh you wanted a Paddle for your bottom as well didn’t you Emily”, she asked. I could see her expecting an answerand blushing more than I ever I just replied “yes Mum”. “Oh this your daughter” he exclaimed looking a little surprised to say the least. “I am sure a big girl like you can go and get her own Paddle then while we go to the checkout” he was making no attemp now to hide any amusement and was almost openly laughing.

I returned to the display and just grabbed the first paddle I saw, it was just like a table tennis bat only made of soft leather. I handed it over to him to scan the barcode and he talked to Mum just as if I wasn’t there. “she has chosen a rather playfull paddle should we get something harder for her bum”. Mum laughed at his comment but said she was sure that all in all my bottom would ber very sore with everything we had. The final indignation was for Mum to tell me to get my credit card out as I didnt expect her to pay for them did I.

Once outside I couldn’t wait for her to open the car so I didn’t have to carry these things in my hands. I wasn’t even given a bag to put then in and prayed no one would see them. “Mum how could you embarrass me like that” I said angrily as we drove off. “My goodness me” she announced “if you think that was embarrassing wait and see where we are going now”.