It was of course all my own fault; I had wasted my time at university and ended up in the obligatory dead end job. Gone through boyfriends as often as shoes and spent every penny I earned on going out getting as drunk as often I could.
This was not my first time at a police station and not the first time my parents had “rescued” me, it was however going to be the most humiliating. The previous occasions were all for being drunk and this was no exception on that but now I had done something much much worse. It was almost 7am and it still amazed me how quickly a few hours in a police cell can reduce the effects of alcohol.
The door opened and I saw the familiar face of my Mum, despite the situation I was relived to see her. I had a quick glance round and thought all my birthdays had come at once I could go without her knowing the real reason I was here. I was just mumbling an apology to her when the desk sergeant looked up.
I could see him reach down and pick up a clear plastic bag. Oh god this was going to be so excruciatingly embarrassing. “Miss Watson, I think these belong to you” he handed me the bag. It was obvious to anyone looking that the back contained a pair of knickers. Of course my Mum looked bewildered as I hung my head in shame and took hold of the bag. It was obvious to the officer that I hadn’t told my Mother of the reason for my arrest.
Before I had time to argue he gave her a piece of paper telling her that this had all the information on which the chief constable would be assessing to determine any further action. I could feel my face burn with the shame as we walked to my Dad’s car. I was very conscious of my lack of underwear as I sat in the back seat. A fact that was plainly obvious to both my parents as I held the bag on my lap. My Mother began to read out loud the information given to her. I cringed with remorse as the events were relayed to my Dad.
I only had a vague drunken recollection and as she calmly read the statement and I just wanted to hide my blushing face forever. All I could remember was feeling the need to pee and although I was on my way home I thought no one would see if just hitched my skirt up and squatted down at the side of the road. How was I supposed to know that there was a security camera and then worse off all a police patrol just round the corner.
I listened in horror as she read that after I had urinated I had kept my skirt above my waist, removed my knickers completely and proceeded to walk brazenly along the pavement exposing my self. I had no idea that’s what happened and could only think that the skirt must have stayed bunched up without me realising. I did however remember taking my knickers off because I had actually began to pee myself, as I was so desperate.
I gave out a loud gasp and began to sob with the pure humiliation as my Mum read out the actual charge. “Committing a lewd and obscene act in a public place”. I looked up and saw my Dad’s eyes in the rear view mirror for a brief moment I saw him look downwards. Oh shit I realised I had let my thighs part and he could probably see right up my skirt.
“Well I hope you’re proud of yourself my girl,” he said with a look of sheer disgust in his face. “Its not enough to get drunk out of your head every week” he ranted “you’ve now got to walk around looking worse than a common prostitute”. I could only offer a meek apology and try to explain I was drunk I didn’t know what I was doing.
My Mum meanwhile was giving me the usual “you had everything you ever wanted and look at you now” speech. My Dad though was far from finished his verbal assault. “In fact I bet that’s what you are; isn’t it Rachel, a prostitute”. Oh god how he could he say that to me. “A cheap little tart who likes to get drunk out of her silly little mind and screw anyone who buys you another drink”. I was crying unashamedly at his harsh words and started pleading with my Mum to stop him talking to me like this. I was in for a shock; usually she was slightly sympathetic to me but not this time. She commented that maybe he was right perhaps I was a prostitute, why else would I hold my skirt up above my waist and walk around displaying myself. I found myself shouting my denial I even threw the bag containing my knickers at my Dad, which made him swerve the car.
I hadn’t realised we were pulling on the drive at home and the crunch of the gatepost scraping down the side of the car made me stop shouting in a second. Could this get any worse as my Dad turned to look at me “Get the rest of your prostitutes uniform out of this house and don’t you dare come back until you think we are more important that getting pissed” with that he got out and said he was going for a walk to calm down and I better be gone before he got back.
I pleaded with Mum to talk him round and I didn’t want to move out and beside I didn’t even have anyway I could go. I had no money for a bond on a flat let alone having to them pay the rent and I didn’t really have any close friends who I could even stay with for a short while. To my complete dismay she agreed with my Dad, it would be better if I moved out and calmly told me she would help me get some things together.
I was begging her as she slowly put some of my clothes in a suitcase. “Please Mum, I promise I will stop drinking”. She just smiled at me “of course you will dear and look at those pigs flying past the window”. “Owwww Mummy Pleaseee” god I hadn’t called her Mummy for 15 years but she didn’t bat an eyelid.
She left the room and told me I had 5 minutes to get what ever else I wanted; I couldn’t begin to think of what I might need. I just lay on my bed and sobbed hoping it was a nightmare and I would walk up and find it had been a dream.
My brief rest was short lived as Mum walked back in, “well I’ve found you a place to go young lady”. I was only half listening as she told me she had telephoned Aunt Maureen and she would be delighted to instil some discipline in me for the next few weeks. What did she mean, “discipline” but then again what choice did I have. I was informed that I was to go and stay for 6 weeks and if Aunt Maureen sent back a good report then I could move back home providing I maintained the rules she would teach me.
I could hardly even remember Aunt Maureen, I didn’t even think she was a real Aunt and although I kept asking questions Mum just said I would have to wait and see for myself what it all meant. Despite my deep reservations about the whole situation I agreed and Mum gave me a huge hug and said I would do me the world of good. Dad returned just as Mum was booking a train ticket for me “ you could have least had the decency to get changed” he snapped. I hadn’t thought to put on anything else and I stood in front of him in a white boob tube with no bra of course and a very short flared blue mini-skirt. Mum announced there wasn’t time now as the train was leaving in an hour, I protested that the station was only 5 minutes away but she just opened the door and told me it might be 5 minutes in the car but since I didn’t have a car I better get walking.
I was numb at the speed of the events and with the case in my hand I didn’t even get a “goodbye” from my parents they just closed the door and told me to hurry up.
At this time in the morning I was highly conscious of the fact I hadn’t got changed and was so annoyed with my self but yet it was so typical of me I never seemed to do anything right. The shoes I still had on from last night were completely unsuitable for walking and as I trudged my way down the street I felt incredibly sorry for myself. A sharp breeze suddenly made me aware that I was still minus my knickers and only a quick tug on the hem of my skirt preserved my modesty.
At long last I was sat on the train, my feet were killing me, I was hungry and cold and not to mention the fact I hadn’t been to bed. I looked in my purse to see a small amount of change hardly enough for a cup of coffee let alone any food. I heard the crackle of the speakers and a bored sounding voice welcoming everyone aboard then to my dismay inform everyone that the normal duration of the journey was increased from 9 hours to 11 hours because of maintenance work. I gasped at the thought of spending 11 hours on a train with no money, no food and to cap it all no knickers.
The train wasn’t full and thankfully no one sat next to me, it didn’t seem long until I began to close my eyes and the lack of sleep caught up with me. It was hardly the most comfortable place to try and get some sleep but I was too tired to care where I was. I leaned against the side of the window and the rumbling of the train actually helped to rock me to sleep.
I kept replaying the events of last night through my head; I began to remember what happened from the 2 police offers that arrested me, one of which was a girl around the same age as me who talked down to me as if she were talking to a child, to the desk sergeant who had the audacity to blatantly lift my skirt up himself to see how bare I was.
The images in my head although deeply shaming were in a perverse way sending a shiver down my spine. I must have began to dream and it was a very sexy dream of being forced to show myself off and although I was never that kind of a person I found it fascinating.
I had no idea how long I had been asleep when I heard voices, “look I told you she hadn’t any knickers on” followed by “ do you think she’s really asleep”. I realised I must have shuffled in the seat and made my skirt ride all the way up and my legs had actually parted leaving nothing to the imagination. I hesitated for a moment not wanting to react therefore making them aware I had heard them. I thought I could discretely adjust my skirt and of course close my legs. “She must be fast asleep or else she is a right kinky bitch,” said the first voice again. I was shocked to hear them refer to me in that way as well as shocked to hear the voice a little clearer and thought it sounded like a boy not a man.
Despite the fact that I was sat with my legs splayed and on view to at least 2 boys I felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement. I desperately wanted to close my legs and cover myself up but the fact they thought I was asleep sort of made me feel as if it wasn’t my fault I was on display. The next words made me take a gulp and could I really stay still and let this happen. “Dare you to sit next to her then and touch her bush”, I heard both boys giggle and the one who had been dared replied “okay then your on”.
I felt the seat ripple as he sat beside me then the other boy told him to cough loud just to make sure I was fast asleep. He did and I took the opportunity to squint through one eye and in the reflection of the glass I saw a boy of about 14 kneeling on the seat in front of me. He was wearing a school uniform, which almost made me sit bolt upright and call an end to this bizarre charade. Before I could make a decision on what to do the boy sat next to me was rubbing hid hand on the inside of my thigh.
I had to use all my strength to stop myself gasping out loud and remain as still as could be. He slowly stroked his hand up and down my thigh for a few minutes each time he was getting closer and closer to my sex. The other boy kept trying to suppress a giggle and urged his friend on further “go on then touch her cunt”. The word he used to describe my most intimate part made me feel so vulgar and I was so perplexed as why I was allowing this to happen.
I must be so stupid I thought to myself surely any normal woman would have closed her legs instantly and pulled her skirt down not caring whether the boys knew they had been overheard or not. I was fighting with my own emotions I wanted to see what the boy would do but I wanted to cover myself up at the same time. The next time his hand stroked along my thigh he didn’t stop but carried on up right to my mound. I could feel the tips of his fingers gently probe through my pubic hair.
His friend gasped in amazement as the boy’s fingers became more confident and without warning he pushed his middle finger between my pussy lips. I knew all this touching had made me wet and his finger was easily able to slide right inside me. “She must be having a nice dream,” laughed the boy who had his finger as deep as he could in my vagina. “Let me have a better look,” hissed the boy kneeling in front of me and to my disbelief I felt my legs being eased further apart.
Up to now I hadn’t thought about the rest of the passengers, what if they could see what was happening. I was thankful at least that I had taken a seat at the very back of the carriage so at least there was no one seated behind me. He withdrew his finger from me and proceeded to push apart my labia, “there can you see enough now” I could feel the cool air on the wetness of my crudely displayed sex and could not believe the sheer bravado of the young boy doing this to me.
The 2 boys must have been almost mesmerized by the view they had as a few minutes of complete silence followed. “Bet you can’t get her tits out”, obviously not wanting to back down from a challenge the boy next to me replied that it would be easy. Once again his nerve was incredible as without hesitation he simply pulled my top down over both my breasts. “Not very big” he said disparagingly “but she’s got cute nipples”.
“Hey, lets take a few pictures of her with my new camera phone” the boy kneeling said enthusiastically. God I had to put a stop to this now it had gone too far. I let out a sigh and a half yawn in the vain hope I would scare them away thinking I would walk up. All I succeeded in doing was to hurry them up I heard the boy next to me tell his friend to get a close up of my bush and some of all of me including my face. They were laughing quite loudly by now at how they might make some money at school showing the pictures to their friends.
I heard the announcer saying we were approaching a station and the boy in front saying to his friend they had to get off. “Wait I just need to do this” I felt fingers at my pussy lips again and something small and cold being pressed inside me. “I think the lady will appreciate a reward when she wakes up” he laughed as I felt him climb off the seat. The last thing I heard as they walked away was laughter and comments about how they would love to see my face when I woke and how funny it had been to leave me like that with my tits out and cunt splayed open for everyone to see.
What did they mean by everyone, I shuddered and took a deep breath slowly opening my eyes. My god the door to get out of the carriage was right next to my seat and I was sat in full view of about a dozen people filling past to get off the train. Most people were just looking straight at me and sort of smiling, one middle age bloke calmly said “Good afternoon”. I nervously and instinctively replied the same to him all the time frantically adjusting my clothes.
I sat in almost total shock as the train pulled away again, it was 3pm in the afternoon, how long had I been asleep with my skirt up and my pussy on show. At least no one in the carriage seemed to be taking any notice of me. Eventually my breathing returned to normal and it almost felt like it had been a dream but then I remembered the boy putting something inside me.
I couldn’t feel it and realised it must be quite deep and I better make my way to the ladies to try and retrieve it. Standing in the small cubicle legs astride with my fingers buried up my wet vagina was not an image I could have foreseen. At last I eased the object out, what a smug bastard I thought; it was a one-pound coin. The boy had “paid” me for being his plaything by pushing a coin inside me.
I was overwhelmed with intense feelings of arousal, never in all my life had I felt a desire like it. I was so wet my pussy juice was almost running down my legs and the tiny cubicle reeked of my sex. I wasn’t the type of person that was prone to masturbating but I felt a strange compulsion to do it now. The whole events of the last day and a half rushed through my mind. From the way my own Dad had probably seen my pussy in the car to the boy pulling my lips open for his friend to gaze at me. It felt like a matter of seconds before I groaned to a mighty orgasm and had to remind myself to be quiet as I gave a little squeal of delight.
My fingers and thighs were soaked in my own fluid and panic spread through me as I tried the tap to get some water and with no joy I was mortified to see no tissues either. I had no choice but to wipe myself on my skirt and the pale blue colour was a perfect choice to highlight the wetness I had created. I took a look in the mirror just as I opened the door and was met by a reflection, which made me gasp in shock. My hair was all over the place; last nights make up had run, I was flushed and dishevelled to say the least.
I was so preoccupied with the thoughts of how obscene I looked and I walked right into a woman waiting outside for the loo. I stammered an apology to her and if looks could kill I would have died on the spot. She gave me such a look of contempt and disgust I almost felt she was going to physically hit me as well.
I walked back to my seat and for the first time saw all the faces on my carriage. Each and everyone appeared to be looking me straight in the eye almost confirming my worst fear that they had all seen me expose myself in my sleep. I hung my head in complete shame only to see how wet and stained my skirt was almost making me look as if I had peed myself.
I hadn’t been sat for long when the ticket collector appeared saying how he had missed me the first time around and had I enjoyed my sleep. It was plainly obvious with his huge sarcastic smile that he must have seen me with my skirt up. I blushed to the core as I showed him my ticket and he left with a sarcastic “hope to see you again Miss”.
The next couple of hours seemed to last an eternity with people coming and going as the rush hour passed. It began to go dark and the train was quite empty now when a man suddenly walked towards me with 2 cups of coffee. He offered me a cup and motioned as if he could sit next to me. I wasn’t too happy at the thought of company but the thought of a coffee was too tempting to refuse. I eagerly sipped the hot liquid as if it were the best drink I ever had. He introduced himself as Peter and actually seemed quite a likeable sort of person. He was much older than me about 40 I would have guessed and he was being friendly without making it obvious he was trying to chat me up.
I found his company quite relaxing and even admitted some of the truth on why I was dressed a little strangely for my journey. Although I said it was because I had been out very late and didn’t realise the time of the train so therefore didn’t have time to change. I then confessed that I had left without any money either and hadn’t eaten anything all day. As soon as I said it I realised how it must of sounded. God I had made myself look like a whore, my Dad’s word that I was a prostitute were ringing in my ears.
Of course Peter responded by saying we must go to the buffet car and despite how it looked I wasn’t able to refuse. We had a wonderful meal; though to be fair I was so hungry anything would have been wonderful. I didn’t even notice when the first bottle of wine had gone and he was ordering a second. I had a brief thought that this might be the last “drink I had before the dreaded Aunt Maureen so I managed to finish most of the second bottle myself.
After the meal we returned to the first class carriage which he had a seat and in the plush surroundings he quite matter of fact asked how I was going to pay him back for dinner. I stuttered I was not that kind of girl and he had made a mistake. He assured me it was me who would be making a mistake if I didn’t do as I was told. He would inform the steward and have me ejected from the train as well as making a statement to the police that I had solicited him. He asked if I would like to explain the fact I was not wearing underwear and that everyone on the train had seen my disgusting exhibition of myself. It was in fact the ticket collector who had told him he thought a prostitute was on the train.
I began to try and explain but realised that to the whole world it must appear as if indeed I was a prostitute and decided that I had no choice but to pretend I actually was. There was no way I could risk getting arrested again so I meekly asked what he wanted me to do.
Without seeming to care we were in an open carriage he undid his zip and smiled at me to get my mouth around his cock and earn my dinner. I felt physically sick at the thought; felatio had never been high on my list of sexual preferences and apart from stumbling attempts as a teenager I hadn’t had a cock in my mouth for years.
I closed my eyes and prayed it wouldn’t last long as I thought what ever lay ahead at Aunt Maureen’s I was paying for my sins now. I was thankful I had drunk the wine to at least numb some of my senses allowing me to perform this disgusting act without throwing up. His cock was still soft in my mouth and knew I was expected to actually work with my mouth to excite him. I had a vision of my parents stood over me looking at what I was doing, my Dad even commenting that he was right I was indeed a prostitute.
He had turned around in his seat and I was on my knees on the floor. The movement of the train and of my head bobbing up and down was actually making me dizzy. At last he was getting hard and then I began to panic what would happen when he came. Then his phone rang and he calmly answered; it was his wife.
I looked up from my task but was ushered into continuing as he had a conversation on how his business meeting had gone and how the train would be late. It all seemed so surreal as I sucked vulgarly at his now rock hard cock and he just sat chatting to his wife as if I wasn’t even here. I was still in turmoil with his complete disregard for me when I heard footsteps behind me.
I froze my actions but his hand rested on top of my head and roughly held my hair to force my head up and down on his cock. This was almost more than I could take as I heard the steward politely asking if he would like a drink, “yes a scotch” he replied then laughed “nothing for the lady she will be having a drink shortly”
I couldn’t believe he was looking at me doing this obscene act on the train and doing nothing to prevent it. He returned with the drink and Peter took a sip, he had let go of my hair by now and I was left on my own to greedily suck at his penis. The arrogant bastard was now making a call on his phone; it must have been some colleague of his. “Yes I’ve got a scruffy looking little tart on the train sucking my dick as we speak” raucous laughter followed at a level which everyone on the carriage must have heard. He continued “ cheap as well, only cost me a meal”, I was humiliated beyond words and wanted to cry but was determined not to let him have the satisfaction that he had reduced me to tears.
“I would have taken her knickers as a souvenir but the little tramp isn’t wearing any”, Once again no effort was made to keep it quiet. The next thing I knew he had griped my hair again and lifted my head off his cock, “say hello” he held the phone to my face. I could hear laughter coming from the phone and as I was reluctant to speak a sharp tug to my hair brought a “hello” from my lips.
My whole body was aching, my knees especially were hurting so much, my neck was painful and mouth and jaw were almost numb. I felt like begging him to cum or let me rest at least when I felt both hands on the top of my head. With a firm push down almost chocking me on his cock I felt it spasm into releasing its vile fluid. He gave a loud groan of pleasure and held my head tight forcing me to swallow several mouthfuls until he let me go. Even as his cock slipped from my mouth it still spurted cum on my face, I could feel it dribble from my mouth and run down on to my cleavage.
I staggered to my feet and almost ran from the carriage, the next compartment was the steward’s quarter he was sitting on his own. I could tell by the look on his face that my torment was far from over.
“Please it wasn’t my fault”, I sobbed not even knowing why I was trying to explain things to him. I instinctively tried to rub the sticky mess from my face and my chest and found myself rubbing my hands over my boobs to get the wetness off my hands. I could feel my nipples sticking out through my flimsy top and wondered just how obscene I must look.
He was younger than I first thought maybe around 19 and hardly a Brad Pitt look-alike. He was just staring at me almost in disbelief at what he was seeing which to be fair probably wasn’t a view he saw most days. I don’t what I said it but I asked him what he wanted me to do. “Why don’t you get down on your hands on knees and show me that arse then”, he replied sort of nervously.
I thought better than to argue I just complied with his request. When I was in position I heard a little murmur of appreciation and a command to lift my skirt up and show my arse to him. I did as I was told not understanding why I was doing all these outrages things so willingly. I could hear him approach me and with his feet he pushed the inside of my knees to get them as wide as the isle would allow. For the second time I heard the sound of a zip coming down.
Oh god he was going to screw me and I was just going kneel here and let it happen.
He rested his hand on my bum cheeks and without any ceremony he pushed his cock straight in my soaking pussy. “Good grief you’re a wet little bitch aren’t you,” he laughed. I hated myself for obviously enjoying what was happening to me and gave a loud sigh of contentment as he took hold of my hips and began vigorously pumping his hard cock as fast as he could.
My elbows had fell to the floor and I eased my shoulders as low as I could to be able to move my hand between my own legs. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t last long and I needed to bring myself to orgasm before he finished using me. I didn’t care how much of a slut I looked as I rubbed my self and begged him to fuck me harder. I had never behaved like this in all my life what the hell was happening to me.
I heard a familiar grunt of elation as he released his cum deep inside me and I frantically frigged myself for all I was worth. As he withdrew I felt my hand get covered with yet more spunk and just as I was about to reach orgasm my head was roughly lifted by someone else.
It was the ticket inspector with his cock already out of his trousers and a beaming smile on his face.
I wanted to scream with my own satisfaction but he pushed his manhood in my mouth and laughed, Jesus Nigel she’s the dirtiest bitch I’ve ever seen. Nigel meanwhile had stood up and was casually rubbing his shoe between my thighs almost making me ride it.
“Is this what you were expecting young lady” came the voice “when you sat showing your cunt to everyone”. I couldn’t answer with a mouthful of cock but my murmurs must have sounded like conformation.
I had never had sex with more than one person before and now I was being used like an object and craving this abuse. The older man held my head and gave me my second drink of sperm, which I greedily accepted. As they both adjusted their clothing I was actually made to say “thank you” to them which brought a fresh blush of shame to my face.
The ticket inspector looked me up and down and sniggered “you’re a nice looking girl but you look like a well used whore now.
I was in some sore of daze walking back to my seat as the announcer told everyone we were approaching the end of the journey. My body felt like it was covered from head to toe in spunk and my own pussy juice and I was aware how I smelled of stale sex.
The train ground to a halt and I stumbled off on to the platform. I looked up to see Aunt Maureen shaking her head in disgust at the sight of me. “My god Rachel I knew your parents told me you were a cheap little scrubber but look at the state of you!” How could my own parents describe me like that to her but before she could say anything else Peter walked past me. “Hello again, I almost didn’t recognise you without a cock in your mouth”.
“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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