Emma is Punished by Rob True

boris666@aol.com

http://www.understories.com/new2/emmaispunished.html

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Synopsis: Emma is a timid girl who is caught kissing somebody's boyfriend. She is dominated and humiliated by another girl.


Emma was a very shy girl. She had a strict upbringing and consequently had a hang up about having sex. She was also very shy of her body as she had very small breasts on her petite frame and thought she looked childish, so nobody had seen her naked since she was a small child.

She was however a very sexual being, easily aroused and very horny. She masturbated regularly. At 24 she was a bit old to still be a virgin.

Emma was also a very attractive young lady and got a lot of attention from the boys. She had shared a few drunken kisses on nights out, but that was as far as it went. Any wandering hands were quickly stopped.

One unfortunate night, Emma had bumped into Sarah’s boyfriend, who noticed that she was drunk and tried to take advantage. He was very charming and good looking and easily stole a kiss in the dark corner of the bar they were at. As they kissed she became quite aroused, but when he tried to cop a feel of her arse she grabbed his wrist and stopped him. She got a hold of her senses and pulled away. Looking around she hoped nobody had noticed. But some one had noticed. Sally.

Sally was a friend of Sarah’s who knew that Emma would definitely be intimidated by Sarah. Sally wasn’t particularly close with Sarah, but was a bitch and thought it would be amusing to see the confrontation.

Sarah had a reputation of being a bit tough in her circle. She was actually quite posh and a bit spoilt, but she was tall and strong and a right bully. She was also attractive in a sharp and domineering way. People always wanted to do what she wanted them to and she always had a following of friends sucking up to her. She had boys and girls alike eating out of the palm of her hand.

So Sally spread the gossip and Emma’s fate was sealed. Emma forgot all about it and thought she’d got away with it. Sadly for Emma some of her friends knew Sarah’s friends and were easily bullied into setting her up.

They had all met up round Becky’s house to go out the following Friday night. Emma had worn a silky white top with a collared v-neck. She wore a little strapless a-cup bra which was too big for her little breasts, but she was too modest to go without. She was wearing some flared silky black trousers that were tight around her bum and her outfit was finished off with some patent leather court shoes and white socks. Her long dark hair was piled on top.

Sally was there which Emma thought unusual, but was not suspicious. Sally left the room and phoned Sarah

“She’s here”

“OK we’re on our way”

“See you soon”

Sally grinned a sly grin as she put her phone away, she was pleased with herself for her bitchy deed and knew she was in for some good entertainment.

When she came back to the living room the other girls looked at her nervously, knowing what treachery they were committing, but feeling powerless to stop it now. Emma noticed a tension in the air, but they were playing music and gossiping and having fun, so she ignored it.

Soon there was a knock at the door and Becky went to answer it. She came back in with Sarah and three of her bitchy friends.

The music was turned off and every body went quiet.

Emma was suddenly very nervous as she thought about what happened at the bar last week.

Sarah walked straight up to her and slapped her in the face,

“So you thought you would snog my boyfriend while I wasn’t there did you?”

Emma looked down holding her cheek and said nothing. She was totally unprepared for this and scared of Sarah.

“Well? I asked you a question”

Sarah grabbed Emma’s face, squeezing the cheeks together and held it up to face hers

“Answer me!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was drunk and he took advantage”

“Well he’s been dumped but you seem to have a habit of snogging other peoples boy friends when your drunk”

It was true. It had happened twice before but Emma thought nobody knew. She’d been found out.

“Is it because you’re a prissy little virgin?”

Emma blushed.

“How did she know that?” she thought.

Emma didn’t know that everybody knew that she was still a virgin.

“Acting all prim and proper like you’re better than us, but getting hold of other peoples boys when you’re drunk and not letting it go too far. Little prick tease!”

Emma felt ashamed of her behavior.

“Well now your going to be punished for your sins!”

Sarah let go of Emma’s face and she looked straight down at her shoes in shame.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked in a very quiet voice.

“I’m going to spank you”

Emma looked up shocked

“What? You can’t!”

Sarah grabbed a hand full of Emma’s hair

“I can and I am going to and you can either accept your punishment, or it will get worse!”

Emma held Sarah’s wrist in an attempt to stop her twisting her hair.

“Put your hands down by your sides! You have been a very naughty girl and you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”

“Ahh, yes I’m sorry”

“ Say it. Say I’ve been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be punished”

Emma’s hands went to her sides, defeated she said,

“I’ve been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be punished”

She went bright red and shifted on her feet.

Sarah’s friends were standing behind her sniggering, while Emma’s friends were sitting around looking sheepish, but everybody was intrigued to see how this scene would play out.

“And how are naughty little girls punished?”

“I don’t know”

“Yes you do and your going to tell me without hesitation, or things are going to get worse for you!”

“Oh pleeeeease”

“Right that’s it. I’ve had enough. You’ve just made it worse”

“A sp… a spanking, they get a spanking”

Sarah let go of the girls hair,

“That’s better. Now put your hands on your head you naughty girl!”

Sarah was really warming to this, she loved bullying smaller timid girls, but she was taking this to another level.

“Now tell me, do naughty little girls get to keep their trousers on?”

“Oh pleeeeease. Sarah I’m sorry, please I won’t ever do it again please don’t”

“Answer me!”

“Oh no please, ok. No they don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Get to keep their trousers on”

“Say it properly, naughty little girls don’t get to keep their trousers on”

“Ohh….naughty little girls don’t get to keep their trousers on”

“Good girl, see you do know how a naughty girl is punished. Now, if you try to resist me, Kim, Lisa and Christine will have to help”

“Oh no please”

Emma whimpered, but she did not resist as Sarah unbuttoned her trousers. She squirmed a bit though as her zipper was undone and then whimpered again as Sarah pulled her silky trousers over her hips, down her slim smooth thighs. When they reached her ankles, she felt Sarah lifting her left leg and pull the flared trouser leg over her shoe, then her right leg was lifted and the trousers pulled over that shoe and off.

Sarah looked at Emma and thought how cute she looked in white knickers, socks and shoes. She stood with her hands on her head with her knees and toes pointing inwards as she watched Sarah pass her trousers to a smirking Kim.

Sarah had a wicked grin as she looked at her frightened victim standing before her.

“How do you feel now standing with your hands on your head, in your knickers, shoes and socks in front of all these girls waiting to be spanked?”

Emma said nothing. She was very consious of her bare legs. She could feel herself blushing and pouting and hated herself for not standing up to this girl. But any resistance she may have had, left her with her trousers.

“So Emma, do naughty little girls get to keep their knickers on for a spanking?”

At hearing this Emma started to cry,

“Oh please no, I’m sorry, please let me keep my knickers on, pleeeeease”

“I asked you a question, now answer!”

“oooooh no, oh please”

“Naughty little girls are spanked on their bare bottoms aren’t they Emma?”

Emma couldn’t answer she just looked down wishing that it wasn’t happening.

“I’m going to take your knickers right off and spank your bare bottom like a naughty little girl in front of your friends.”

Sarah was enjoying Emma’s humiliation and dragging it out, relishing every moment.

“You’ve been teasing the boys with your sexy little bottom, keeping it hidden in your knickers, but not tonight sweetie, not for the girls! Your knickers are coming off and your going to show us all your naughty bottom!”

Emma had stopped crying and was cringing with shame. She didn’t notice Sally getting her mobile phone out of her handbag to film her.

“Ok, let’s take these knickers off then shall we”

Sarah took hold of the waist band either side of her hips and slowly pulled the knickers down the girls legs.

“Oooooooh”

Emma whimpered as her knickers were lowered, but did not dare move her arms to stop them. Sarah slapped her legs one at a time, forcing her to step out of them, then passed them to Kim.

Sarah took an already defeated Emma by the ear, bent her over and walked her like that to the sofa. Emma’s bare bottom jiggled as she walked and some of the watching girls giggled.

Sarah sat down and pulled the embarrassed girl over her lap. She kicked Emma’s legs apart and placed them so that her right leg was between Emma’s legs and the poor girl’s bare bottom was facing her audience.

Emma was immediately alarmed at the contact of her bare tummy, thighs and pubis on Sarah’s denim covered thighs.

Every body was fascinated. They could all see the spread cheeks, with her little pussy peeping between, her little button pressed on Sarah’s thigh.

Some of the girls shifted in their seats imagining Emma’s shame.

Then Sarah started to spank.

At first she used glancing upward strokes, hard and fast, stinging Emma’s bare cheeks and making them wobble. As the heat began to build in her bottom, Emma started to writhe and squirm, her little hips moving up and down and side to side. This made Sarah smile.

Emma tried to put a hand back to cover her pink bottom, but her wrist was grabbed and pulled up to the small of her back. She started to call out and moan at each spank as she totally lost her composure,

“Ohh!….ahhhhh!….ah!….ouch!….ahh!….ow!….owww!”

Sarah was mesmerized, watching Emma’s cheeks wobble and part and bounce with each slap. She started to spank slower and harder to see the full wobble and bounce of each cheek. This caused Emma even more consternation as she felt her bottom jiggling everywhere. It felt huge and hot and the spanks stung. She was very alarmed at the exciting sensations in her bottom and her pussy and could feel it getting wet.

“Oh my god!” she thought, “This can’t be happening!”

Sarah paused for a moment and began to rub the hot cheeks spread across her knee,

“Your naughty bottom is getting quite red Emma.”

“Oooooooh”

Was all the poor girl could manage as she squirmed under the rubbing hand.

Sarah palmed and groped the hot smarting cheeks, with the occasional slap, making Emma lewdly sway her hips and unwillingly rub her self against the denim covered thigh. As Sarah’s hand explored Emma’s bottom, Emma got more and more concerned that her reluctant arousal would be discovered.

“Actually you’ve got quite fat cheeks for such a little bottom”

Said Sarah, as she alternately spanked and rubbed the squirming girl’s bare behind.

She started to spank Emma’s thighs, making her part her legs even more. This caused more yelps from the frantic young lady, much to the amusement of the others.

Sarah started to rub again, this time on the lower part of cheeks and the tops of the thighs. Emma moved her hips forward in panic, as Sarah's hand came too near her pussy, which to her shame, had become quite wet.

Sarah stopped rubbing.

“Are you rubbing your self on my thigh?”

Emma froze,

“You dirty girl, you’re rubbing you’re pussy on my leg aren’t you?”

“No”

“Stick your bottom out then and stop rubbing”

Sarah smacked her bottom hard to reinforce her command,

“Are you getting turned on by your spanking, you naughty girl?”

“Noooo!”, Emma said, really panicking.

Emma couldn’t see the evil grin on Sarah’s face, or how much the others were enjoying her shame. Even her friends were secretly enjoying her downfall.

“I think you like it and I’m not having you rub your naughty pussy on my leg”

Sarah’s words were painfully humiliating to Emma, but for some unknown reason, it was turning her on even more to be spoken to in such a humiliating way. She couldn’t believe how excited she felt. She hated it but could do nothing to stop it.

Sarah took Emma’s right leg and pulled it over her left leg, so that both her parted legs were between Emma’s widely spread legs, leaving her bare bottom and completely exposed pussy squirming in mid air in the middle.

“Ooooooooh nooooooo!”

“There, that’s better. Now lets see if your telling the truth”

Sarah pulled the cheeks apart to see Emma's rudely winking bum hole. She let them spring back and started to rub the sore bottom again. Lower and lower she stroked, until she suddenly cupped Emma’s pussy and then drew a finger up the open slit,

“Oooooooooooooh” Emma moaned and squirmed

“You’re soaking wet you naughty girl.”

Sarah smacked her bottom and the put her fingers back to work, slowly stroking Emma’s slit down and over the little button and back up and then down again. The other girls were shocked.

Emma was beside herself with shame, her hips moving up and down with the horrible stroking.

“Oh please stop!”

“You’re a fibber as well. You like having your knickers taken off and being spanked by another girl don’t you?”

“No, oh please”

“Tell the truth or I’ll make this worse for you”

“Oh nooooo”

“Right that’s it!”

Sarah started to spank again, much harder this time, over and over until poor Emma’s bottom was very sore and wriggling all over the place, struggling to escape the stinging blows.

She was sobbing and pleading when the spanking suddenly stopped. She was so demoralized and defeated, that she would do nothing to resist Sarah now.

Sarah slowly stroked the helpless girls pussy and very quickly brought her near to cumming. Emma had given in to the cruel ministrations and humped the wicked hand feeling it rising in her,

“Oh god no, I’m going to cum in front of everybody” she thought.

Suddenly Sarah pulled her hand away, leaving Emma lewdly humping at thin air.

“You are a dirty little girl aren’t you?”

“Oooooohh please stop, I’m so sorry, I’ll be good I promise”

“Be quiet. I’m going to make you cum in front of your friends. Stand up!”


Emma quickly got up and put one hand in front of her pussy and the other on her sore bottom.

“Put your hands by your sides!”

Emma did as she was told,

“Lets get your top off, I want you totally nude for the rest of your punishment”

Emma stood limp as she helplessly watched Sarah take her top and lift it above her bra.

Sarah knew Emma had small breasts and thought it would be funny to get them out.

“This bra is much too big for you”

Said Sarah as she unclipped it. Emma raised her arms as her top and bra were pulled from her body. Sarah smiled cruelly as she saw how small Emma’s breasts were.

“Put your hands on your head and don’t move or you’ll be sorry!”

Emma complied. Sarah touched the girls cheek and carefully wiped away her tears. She stroked her face and down her neck and shoulder and stopped her hand at Emma’s breast.

“Ahhhh how cute, what tiny little tits! You poor thing, you look like a little girl”

She stroked both nipples which stood to attention. Emma squirmed with embarrassment. Sarah suddenly spun Emma round to face her audience.

Seeing her fully clothed friends made her feel so nude, but she didn't dare try to cover up,

“Look at these tiny little boobies girls. There's nothing there! Doesn’t she look like a little girl?”

The others agreed. Sarah stroked down Emma’s tummy and stopped between her legs. She started to rub Emma’s soaking pussy and Emma immediately responded with gasps and her hips were rocking back and forth, she just couldn’t help it. It felt so good to be touched like that by somebody else. She had done it to herself so many times, but nobody else had ever touched her there and it felt unbearably good, but to her utter shame, it was a girl doing it to her in front of other people.

Sarah slapped at Emma’s inner thighs,

“Part your legs”

Emma parted her legs without hesitation. Her clitoris was being gently stroked and she tried to squat a bit for more pressure, hoping no one would notice. They all noticed.

“You naughty girl, you like this don’t you?”

Sarah stopped again and pulled her hand away. She walked round to face her victim and put one hand on Emma’s arse to hold her in place and the other hand between her legs. She started to stroke Emma’s pussy sensing that the girl was close to cumming.

“Are you going to cum for us?”

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh”

She kept up a rhythm, focusing on the clitoris, until Emma suddenly let out a loud groan, her hips rocking franticly back and forth on Sarah’s hand. The other hand kneaded her bottom cheeks, as she was grinding bottom against it.

“There’s a good girl”

Sarah let her calm down as the other girls giggled and shifted nervously in their seats.

“Aaahhh, how embarrassing for you”

Emma shook with tears of shame. The orgasm had overwhelmed her, she had never felt like this before. She stood with her hands still on her head, wearing only her socks and shoes. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her, she was so ashamed, but so turned on at the same time. She still didn’t realize that the whole thing had been filmed on her mobile phone.

“Ok now, since you have little girl boobies, I think we should get rid of this hair,”Sarah touched Emma’s neatly trimmed pubic hair,“so you look like a proper little girl”

“Oh please Sarah, I’ve been punished. I’m sorry”

“Oh your punishment has only just begun. We have a long way to go yet. Your going to spend the whole weekend nude, serving us like a little nude servant girl and getting plenty of spankings”

Emma hung her head.

“Becky, have you got any hair removal cream?”

“Yes” said Becky, afraid to lie and excited to see Emma shamed even more.

“Ok, go and get for me”

She ran upstairs and returned with the cream.

Sarah took Emma’s hand and lead her back to the sofa. She sat down in front of her and told Emma to spread her legs wide, which Emma did. Sarah rubbed the cream into Emma’s pubic hair.

She waited five minuets, then took Emma into the kitchen to rinse her off. All the girls eagerly followed.

She got a plastic washing bowl and made Emma squat over it. She scraped off the cream and hair, then rinsed her with a jug of water. Sarah used a tea towel to dry her off, then made Emma stand up so they could all see.

Emma looked like a little girl.

“How cute, you look adorable like that, in just socks and shoes. Now go to Becky’s bed room and look at yourself in the mirror”

She smacked Emma’s sore bottom to send her on her way.

Emma went to the mirror and saw her reflection. She gasped in shock. She looked about twelve with no hair down there. She was naked except socks and shoes, which some how made her feel more bare. God she felt bare. She turned and looked at her red bottom.

How had she let this happen? She was so embarrassed that she had just allowed all that to be done to her. Her face was bright red with shame. She had been made to cum in front of her friends by another girl. She started to cry again.

“Emma, get back down here at once!”

Emma ran down the stairs and stood before Sarah cringing. Sarah took her by the wrist and pulled her over to a table. She bent her over so that her hands rested on the table and kicked her legs apart.

“I’m going to give you another spanking and then you can make us all tea”

The spanking was hard and fast making Emma wiggle her sore bum side to side. Her cheeks were opening and closing, wobbling about to the amusement of everybody else.

By now the other girls were all secretly very turned on by this spectacle, though they would never admit it to each other. The spanks also caused Emma to moan and yelp and she started to cry again.

Sarah stopped the spanking and firmly rubbed her bottom.

“Now go to the kitchen and make us a nice cup of tea”

While Emma was in the kitchen, Sally showed Sarah the video she had made.

“Copy it onto Becky’s computer and burn it onto a disk for me”

Becky’s computer was in the living room and had a nice big screen.

When Emma came back in she saw the evil grin on Sarah’s face and was afraid of what was coming next. She served all the girls their tea and waited to be told what to do.

“Come and sit next to me sweetie”

Sarah patted the sofa and smiled. Emma sat down very aware of her nudity as Sarah put a hand on her thigh.

“Ok run the video”

Emma was shocked as she watched the evenings events. She couldn’t believe the nude writhing bottom was hers. She looked willing and compliant in the film, as it began after she had stopped begging to keep her knickers on.

She had never felt so much shame. Her face was hot. She felt Sarah’s hand stroke up her inner thigh, but didn’t dare to stop it. Sarah touched Emma’s pussy and felt how wet it was,

“What a naughty girl you are! You must be punished regularly and now I have this film and all the numbers in your mobile, I think we will be spending a lot of time together, don’t you?”

A tear rolled down Emma’s cheek as she nodded. Sarah made her spread her legs and stroked her pussy while they watched her video.

She was brought to another shuddering orgasm, all of which was filmed, this time on cam-corder. When they had finished Sarah stood up.

“Right then little girl, say goodbye to everyone. You’re coming with me”

Emma went to put her clothes back on, but Sarah stopped her

“Oh no you don’t. I want you to come as you are. You can put your coat on but that’s all!”

Emma put on her coat which stopped just below her bottom. She felt ridiculous. They left and got in Sarah’s car.

As Emma got into Sarah’s car, she tugged at the hem of her coat, trying to pull it further down, but it would not even stay under her bottom as she sat down. She was very conscious of her bare legs. Sarah noticed all this and smiled,

“Don’t fidget sweetie, or I’ll pull you out of the car and spank you in the street!”

It was a short drive to Sarah’s house and Emma’s anxiety rose as they pulled into the driveway.

Emma stayed in the car as Sarah got out and walked round to her door. Emma pulled at the hem again as the door was opened.

“What did I say, naughty girl. Come on get out”

Sarah took Emma’s hand and helped her out of the passenger seat, getting a good look as Emma parted her legs to get out. She opened the door and led the scared girl into the hallway.

Once inside, Sarah roughly removed Emma’s coat and made her stand with her hands on her head.

Emma could not stop blushing. She felt so aware of her nudity, standing next to a fully clothed girl and being told what to do. It felt so embarrassing, especially wearing just her socks and shoes

“You are going to do as your told Emma. Whatever I tell you, do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good. Tonight you can rest, but tomorrow you have a lot of chores to do.”

She led Emma into the living room and sat on the sofa.

“You can take your hands off your head but don’t try to cover up or I’ll punish you. Go and turn on the telly.”

Emma self consciously walked over to the TV set, she wasn’t sure what was worse, bending over or squatting. Sarah noticed her hesitate and smiled,

“Hurry up!”

Emma bent over and turned the set on. She could feel Sarah’s eyes on her bare bottom and slightly parted legs. She felt goosebumps on her flesh. Standing up, she shyly looked at her tormentor. Sarah, smiling sweetly, patted the sofa next to her and Emma quickly walked over and sat down.

After flicking through a few channels, Sarah decided there was nothing worth watching.

“I’ve got the DVD from the cam-corder.”

She took it out of her handbag and passed it to Emma.

“Go and put it on sweetie.”

Emma felt very nervous of this suggestion. She went over to the DVD player and realised she would have to squat for this.

As she was squatting Sarah took in the delicious sight of the parted cheeks before her. Emma was very aware of the view she was giving her and put the DVD on as quickly as she could.

“Come back little one,” Sarah ordered.

Emma sat down next to her again and watched the DVD of herself being slowly masturbated by Sarah. As they watched the screen, the wicked hand of the dominant girl, began it’s cruelly sensual stroking again, up and down Emma’s bare thigh, across her tummy, round and round, gently but firmly, down the other thigh and back again. Emma’s thighs were quickly slapped apart and Sarah stroked her inner thighs and her tummy, along the top of her pubic mound, just stopping short of Emma’s pussy each time.

The smaller girl squirmed in her seat. Watching herself being diddled by another girl, while being teased so mercilessly, by a girl, was unbearable. She could just about stop herself from moaning with frustration.

She couldn’t stand the fact, that the more this mean girl did to humiliate her, the more turned on she became.

Sarah smiled. She could clearly see the effect she was having on poor Emma. Her little petals had opened with her spread thighs and they were glistening with her increasing wetness.

Sarah touched Emma’s little button and a moan escaped the poor girls lips,

“Oooooooohhh”

“Aren’t you a naughty little girl?”

Sarah began to circulate her fingers around the hood and up and down. Emma's hips moved in response.

“Who’d have thought it eh? Such a good little girl. Such a virgin, being so naughty deep down!”

“Oh please don’t.”

“Begging won't help, although it is amusing for me.”

Sarah smiled as she watched Emma's little pussy moving up and down with her fingers.

As Emma saw herself cum on the screen, she came again, rubbing herself hard against Sarah’s hand. As she slowed down and stopped squirming Sarah prevented her from closing her legs and went back to stroking her tummy and thighs. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Emma sobbed as Sarah pulled her close and put her arm around her.

She was so ashamed. Her face hot and flushed with a mixture of desire, shame and confusion. She wondered again, how this had happened. How she had let it happen.

All her friends had seen her stripped nude, dominated, spanked and forced to orgasm by a girl. She was straight and couldn’t believe a girl had made her feel so naughty between her legs.

“I’m going to put you to bed little one. You’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

Emma was lead to the spare room.

“Remove your shoes and socks and lie on the bed.”

Having done this, the sniffling girl felt strangely comforted, but also embarrassed, as Sarah sat beside her on the bed and wiped her tears, stroked her fringe off her forehead and kissed it gently. It felt like a tender moment, after all the humiliation Sarah had put her through. Of course Sarah was well aware of this and was merely toying with her emotions.

She suddenly produced a dressing gown belt and tied Emma’s hands to the bed above her head, making sure it was not too tight.

“No, please don’t tie me.”

“Shhhhh! It’s just to stop you touching yourself.”

Emma blushed, she didn’t know what to say and couldn’t do much about it anyway. Sarah pulled the covers up, tucked Emma in and left the room.

Now Emma was left with her own thoughts, pictures of the events that had took place that evening swirled in her mind. Her anxiety increased, as she worried about what would happen to her the next day.

She fidgeted and squirmed at the uncomfortable thoughts and feelings she had. She could feel that she had become quite wet again and felt the need to touch it, but tied as she was, there was little she could do.

Eventually, she drifted into a fitful sleep, filled with erotic dreams and nightmares.


The next morning, Emma awoke suddenly, as Sarah pulled the covers down, exposing her nakedness. The shy girl instinctively tried to hide her nudity, but her hands were tied above her and she could only clamp her thighs together, slightly crossing them.

“Now remember, no covering up!”

Sarah untied her from the bed and helped her to her feet. Emma was conscious of the curtains being open, but didn’t want to upset Sarah first thing in the morning. She thought about what Sarah had said yesterday, about keeping her there all weekend and didn’t want to get off to a bad start. Things had gone badly enough so far and she still hoped to talk her way out of this somehow.

“Right then, you can go and make us a nice breakfast to start with!”

Emma was smacked on her bottom as she left the room, sending her into a run.

She prepared breakfast while Sarah read a book, while waiting at the table. To Emma, it seemed like she was being ignored, but Sarah was catching sly looks every time she bent over or reached up, turning her back.

When she had served breakfast, Sarah pulled out a chair next to her.

“You can sit and eat too. You’ve got a lot of housework to do, you’ll need a good breakfast.”

Emma sat and they ate in silence. She noticed that Sarah kept looking under the table, trying to catch a peek between her legs.

After breakfast, she was sent to put her shoes and socks on. She felt so silly wearing just those and nothing else.

When she came back, Sarah was waiting on the sofa. There was a collection of cleaning materials on the floor, in the middle of the room.

“I want you to clean and dust the whole house. I will inspect your work when you have finished.”

Emma felt so humiliated cleaning in the nude. There was no mop, so she had to sponge the floors on her hands and knees, with her bare bum in the air, while Sarah watched from the sofa.

Sarah sat and took in the view. What a sight! Emma’s bare bottom wiggled about in the air as she scrubbed the floors. With her legs apart, Sarah could see her pussy, peeping out between as she wiggled her bottom and wobbled her cheeks, with the scrubbing motion.

She watched as the delightful little creature reached and stretched with the feather duster. This even caused her tiny little breasts to jiggle.

When Emma did the washing up, she could feel her cheeks wobbling even more and Sarah came into the kitchen to see the show.

By the time she had finished dusting the TV, Emma was covered in a sheen of sweat. It had taken most of the morning to do all the housework and she was quite out of breath.

“Stand with your hands on your head and your legs apart while I look at your work”

Sarah went round inspecting carefully everything Emma had done. The naked girl had worked hard and taken care it was all done properly, fearful of another spanking. She was relieved when Sarah seemed quite pleased with her.

“Good girl. Now, I think we need to get you clean!”

Emma’s relief was short lived, as she was taken by the wrist and pulled to the bathroom.

“Take your shoes and socks off.”

Emma took them off. Sarah smacked Emma’s bottom as she guided her into the bath. She opened the taps and let the water run warm. The bath was still very shallow when Sarah closed the taps and Emma’s hopes of being hidden under water were shattered. She still felt horribly exposed.

“Sit down.”

Emma sat down. Sarah poured a jug of water over Emma’s head and massaged shampoo into her hair she washed it slowly and lovingly, causing Emma to relax a little. Then she rinsed it and repeated her actions with the conditioner.

“Stand up!”

Emma’s relaxed state was broken as she stood nervously in front of her bully. Sarah squeezed shower gel into her hand while smiling at the helpless girl. She started to rub it gently all over the naked girls back and down her sides. Then she concentrated on her little breasts. She slowly worked the soap round each nipple, teasing them until they stood out stiff.

“Ahhh, your tiny boobies are so cute!”

Emma was already blushing, but her colour deepened.

“You are just adorable when you go all red!”

Emma cringed inside. Sarah washed her tummy, then her legs. Starting with the feet and working her way back up to the thighs.

She spent a long time on Emma’s thighs, causing the girl to squirm with the tension building in her. Suddenly she slapped Emma’s right thigh,

“Keep still, you naughty girl!”

“Sorry.”

Emma immediately wished she hadn’t apologised and hated herself for doing so, but she was naturally submissive and couldn’t help it.

“Put your hands on your head and spread your legs, so I can wash this naughty pussy!”

Emma did as she was told and the humiliating words had an instant effect on her, as she felt the shameful sensations down there, in anticipation of more touching.

Sarah soaped up between her legs and gently washed the quivering girls slit. One hand washing, the other holding her in place by her bottom.

Because it was bald now, Emma felt like it was even more bare and exposed to Sarah. It felt so rude and she was struggling to keep her composure. The intense feelings of embarrassment and desire, overwhelmed her again. She was reluctantly close to cumming, when Sarah quickly spanked her several times and roughly forced her down on her hands and knees. Emma was suddenly shocked out of her reluctant ecstasy.

“Stick your little bottom up in the air for me, so I can wash your bum hole!”

Emma panicked. She tried to reach back to stop her, but her wrist was grabbed and pulled into the small of her back and she was rewarded with another spanking.

This time it was very hard and stung against her wet bottom. It went on for quite a while and had Emma wriggling her bare bum about in the bath, trying to escape the stinging hand. By the end, she was broken and crying.

“What did I tell you!”

“I’m sorry”

“Do as your told and be a good girl for me. If you misbehave, I will have to punish you!”

Sarah slapped her bottom again very hard, to make her point.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”

“Good. Now stay on your hands and knees while I make sure your naughty bottom is at least clean.”

Sarah took great delight in slowly teasing the little virgin bum hole, watching it winking and puckering up in shame, as she stroked over and around it, massaging it with her soapy fingers.

“Ohhh......oh please.......please don't.”

“Be quiet you silly girl!”

Emma felt her bottom hole opened up, as Sarah pushed a soapy finger in, just to the first knuckle.

“Ahh....no.....ooh!”

Sarah was slowly pushing and pulling her pointing finger in and out of the clenching knot.

“Oooooh no......oh......ohh......nooo.....ahhh.”

The finger pushed deeper and deeper each time.

“Oh.....oh no.......ooooh.....ooh!”

Sarah was trying not to laugh. Emma's face was a picture of consternation and anguish, mixed with obvious, but reluctant arousal. Sarah pulled the intruding finger slowly out of Emma's gripping bum hole, leaving it rudely winking, as if it were gasping for air.

“I think we need more soap in there, to get you cleaned up properly” Sarah said, matter of factly.

“Oh no please....no more!”

Emma begged, but she stayed obediently in position, as Sarah squeezed more soap onto her hand and massaged it into the winking bum hole. She slowly started to push her finger in and out of Emma's vulnerable bottom again, causing the poor girl to whimper and whine.

“Ooooooooh.....oh.........ooooooof!”

Sarah started to move her finger back and forth much quicker, pumping it in and out of the squirming bottom.

“Oh....ooh....aah....ooof.....aarrr...uuum....aah god!”

Emma's face was hot and red, as she wriggled and swayed her bare bum side to side, up and down.

Suddenly Sarah withdrew her finger and slapped Emma's upturned bottom, which puckered up and did a quick, but loud fart. Emma's arms buckled under her and she buried her face in her hands. Sobbing, with her bum still sticking up in the air, she let out a much longer and louder fart.

Sarah helped her out of the bath and gently toweled her dry, while she sobbed the whole time, beside herself with shame.

She had lost all her dignity and pride, had allowed such a terrible invasion from this bully and yet her sex was on fire!

She had never been so excited in her life. And the worse thing about it was that, no matter how much she tried to hide or deny it, this horrible bully knew how excited she had made her.

Sarah could smell the helpless girls unwanted arousal in the air, even though she had just been washed.

She finished drying her and put her hair in pig tails.

“Put you socks and shoes back on and come to the living room”

Sarah walked off. Emma put them on and followed her to the living room.

Sarah sat on the sofa, looking very happy with herself. When she saw Emma come in, she couldn't help laughing out loud,

“Oh little Emma, you should see yourself! You look about twelve with your hair like that!”

Emma looked at her shoes and shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. She looked up and saw that Sarah suddenly looked quite cross.

“Come and stand here, in front of me.”

Emma walked across the room and stood nervously where Sarah pointed. Sarah grabbed Emma's arm, without warning and pulled the naked girl across her lap. She gave her another quick spanking, very hard and fast. Emma's cheeks wobbled and flattened and sprang back and opened and closed, under the assault. She was stuggling to escape, but Sarah had her pinned. Emma gave in and cried, lifting her bottom for each spank, meekly pushing it out for punishment in an act of submission.

The spanking stopped and Sarah firmly groped her bare bottom.

Emma submitted her bottom to Sarah fully, grinding it against the rubbing and exploring hand, parting her legs and allowing it roam everywhere.

Once again, Sarah discovered her unwanted arousal, but this time Emma made no attempt at hiding it from her. She rocked her hips, as Sarah diddled her.

Sarah stroked her wet slit, teasing her little button, until she was ready to cum, then stopped and cupped the girls swollen sex with her hand. Emma tried to push back on the hand, but Sarah slowly pulled away with each attempt, leaving her humping rudely at thin air.

“Tut tut, naughty girl. I can't have you enjoying your punishment, can I?”

Emma's hips still rotated on Sarah's lap, trying without thinking, to seek out a thigh, or a knee to rub on.

“Up you get, before you make a mess on my leg!”

Emma groaned as she stood up.

“Now go and stand in the corner, with your hands on your head!”


Sarah read her book on the sofa, occasionally looking up and smiling at the exposed, red bottom, of the cringing, nude girl in the corner. Emma was left to stand there for a while. She was too afraid to even look round.

Eventually Sarah got up and left the room. She returned shortly, with a pink t-shirt,

“Here, you can put this on.”

Emma looked round, hopefully and caught the garment, when Sarah threw it to her, but her heart sank when she saw that it was just a little t-shirt.

“Go on then, before I change my mind!”

Emma quickly put her arms in and pulled the t-shirt on, hoping it was long enough to cover her, but as she pulled it down, she found that it stopped at her hips, just above her exposed kitty.

Sarah smiled and left the room again, leaving her to think about her new state of dress.

Emma stood there, pulling at the t-shirt, front and back. She couldn't pull it down both sides far enough to hide her naked shame. When she pulled the front down, the back was raised to show off her bare bum, but that was as good as it got.

As she stood in the corner, looking at the wall, Emma felt a little better having the t-shirt on, after a while. She felt a lot less exposed as she had since last night. At least she could pull it down and cover her front.

Sarah had gone out to the garden to phone some friends.

“Hello Julie..................yes thank you, how are you?..............good, are you and Pippa still coming for lunch?............oh good, remember that girl that I told you about, the one that kissed Pete?..............yes that's right, well I got my revenge last night, the plan worked perfectly................yes and you'll never guess what I did...............I spanked her!...............I did, I stripped her naked and spanked her!....................yes and she got turned on by it!.....................I know can you believe it?..................she was so embarrassed......................yeah I know, how humiliating and in the end, I forced her to have an orgasm, in front of a room full of girls!..................I'm not lying, seriously..................I'm not a lesbian, you silly cow, I just wanted to humiliate her. I tell you what though, it was very hot! I took her home and she's still here!........................I know, she's so ashamed...................yes and I've made her cum again, twice!...............she can't help it, I think she gets off on the humiliation, she sort of gets all overwhelmed and cries!.....................yes, she does anything I tell her to!................look you've got to come and see, it's so funny, but act like you don't know, when you meet her................ok, see you both soon.”

Sarah was delighted. The weekend had turned out to be so much fun. She was glad that idiot Pete had taken advantage of poor little Emma. Anyway bullying this weak little girl was making her feel more hot than he ever could. She sat in a sun lounger and relaxed, leaving Emma to worry about what would happen next.

Actually, inside, Emma was beginning to relax a bit. She felt better without Sarah watching her and she at least had a t-shirt on. After a while she heard Sarah come back in, but she went to another room, so Emma felt fairly safe.

“Put the kettle on sweety, it's nearly lunch time.”

Emma went to the kitchen and filled the kettle. She had just turned it on, when suddenly, the door bell rang.

“Oh no!”

“It's ok little one, I'll go.”

Emma stood nervously in the kitchen, knees together, feet pointing in, pulling the little pink t-shirt as far down as she could. She looked around for somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere. She could hear them still at the door.

“Perhaps they're not coming in.” she thought hopefully.

Then she heard footsteps and they were coming towards her!

“Oh no please!”

Sarah walked in smiling at her mischievously, followed by two other girls.

“Julie, Pippa, this is Emma.”

Emma stood there blushing, stretching the t-shirt as low as she could and slightly crouching.

“Oh my!” said Julie, faining surprise “You've got no knickers on!”

Pippa giggled behind them.

“Oh please” was all Emma could say.

“Emma is being punished. She has been a very naughty girl and is spending the weekend with me.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Say hello to the girls Emma, where are your manners?”

“Hello,” said Emma looking at the floor.

“Emma will do what ever I say, won't you Emma?”

“Yes Miss”

Pippa giggled and Emma cringed even more. Why had she said Miss?

“Let go of your t-shirt Emma!”

“Oh Sarah please!”

“Now!”

Emma let go and the t-shirt sprang back to her waist, showing the girls her smooth, hairless pussy.

“Please sit down, Pippa and Julie”

The girls sat on the arm chairs.

“Put your hands on your head and do us a twirl, slowly”

Emma did and the t-shirt came right up, showing everything off to the young girls as she slowly turned for them.

“She really does do what ever you say, doesn't she?”

“Yes Pippa. would you two like to boss her around?”

“Yes please,” the girls said together.

“Emma, Pippa and Julie are both eighteen. They're a lot younger than you, but Julie is my little cousin and Pippa is her friend, so I don't want you giving them any trouble while they're here. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Actually, I quite liked it when you called me Miss. You will call every girl who sees you this weekend Miss. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss”

“All your's girls”

“Ok,” said Pippa, “have you seen how the girls dance in the rap videos. You know, when they shake they're arses at the camera?”

“Yes Miss”

“Do it!”

“With music Miss?”

“No, no music. Just do it!”

“Yes and if you don't do it well enough, you know what will happen!” added Sarah.

Emma stood facing away from her audience with her feet apart, hands on her knees which were slightly bent and bent slightly forward at the waist. She didn't try to hide herself, as she knew she'd get more humiliating punishment if she didn't do it right.

She took a deep breath and began to shake her pretty ass.

She was actually rather good at it and shook it up and down and side to side, at an astonishing speed. Her cheeks took on a life of their own, wobbling and bouncing around. It was an incredibly arousing sight.

The girls were laughing and pointing, but Pippa and Julie were mesmerised by the bouncing cheeks.

“God that is hot!” said Julie, who was the bolder of the two younger girls.“Come here and do that right in front of me!”

Emma backed herself up to Julie, she was pretty much giving her a lap dance!

“Closer!”

Emma went back as far as she could, shaking her ass right in Julies face. Julie watched in awe of the nude bottom cheeks, wobbling about in front of her eyes. Emma shook and gyrated with gusto.

“Can I touch her?” asked the grinning girl.

“Of course. Do what ever you want to her!”

Julie reached out and held Emma by her thigh with one hand and felt her bottom with the other.

“Don't stop! Keep moving. Roll your hips slowly”

Emma slowly rotated her hips as Julie took liberties with her backside, her hand roaming all over her pretty naked cheeks.

Emma was hot and flushed. She could feel how wet she was between her legs and knew she would soon be found out.

Sure enough, Julies hand wandered down to where her bottom meets her thighs, rubbing the thighs for a moment and then on in between. She felt how wet Emma was.

“Oooooooh!” moaned Emma, submitting herself once again. She told herself that she had no choice.

“She's soaking down here!”

“I know. She's a very naughty little girl who can't control herself, aren't you Emma?”

“Ooooh, yes Miss. Sorry Miss”

“See. I told you. Look at her, how shameful!”

Of course Emma was very ashamed. There she was, standing in the middle of somebody else's living room, in front of several other girls, with no skirt or knickers on, sticking her bum out and wiggling it about for an eighteen year old girl to play with. To make matters worse, the young girl was now blatantly masturbating her in front of the other two and as embarrassed as she obviously was, there was no disguising the fact that Emma was incredibly turned on.

Suddenly, Pippa reached over and slapped Emma's gyrating bottom.

“Ow!”

“Stand up!” Pippa said, in an authoritative tone.

Emma stood, one hand in front of her pussy and one on her bottom.

“Hands!” Sarah reminded her.

Emma's hands went to her sides.

“She looks like she hasn't got any tits!” Pippa said happily.

“She hasn't. Would you like to see?”

“Yes please.”

“Take off her t-shirt then, she loves to show off what a little girl she is, don't you Emma?”

“Yes Miss.” said Emma, wishing the ground would open up.

Pippa stood up and took the hem of the t-shirt and slowly lifted it.

“Lift your arms, little girl”

Emma couldn't believe how she was being treated, by these two much younger girls. As the t-shirt was lifted clear of her head, she was blushing more than ever. Pippa threw the top in the corner.

“Oh they are tiny, aren't they?” she said as she caressed the little breasts, one at a time.

“Yes Miss.” Emma said, squirming under the gentle caresses of the younger girl.

Pippa gently pinched Emma's nipples, until they stood out stiff.

“So cute! I am so jealous Sarah. I wish I had a little pet to play with”

“Maybe I'll lend her to you one day”

Julie got up and stood on the other side of Emma and started to stroke her thighs and tummy, while Pippa continued to play with her breasts and bottom. Julie slowly worked her way between Emma's legs, by which time the naked girl was very hot and could not help squirming and writhing with the exploring hands.

She felt so naughty again, being toyed with by these younger girls, as she looked at Sarah, who had a wicked grin on her face.

She held her gaze momentarily, as her hips moved rudely backwards and forwards and then looked down, ashamed as she came, shuddering, squatting down slightly on Julies fingers.

She held on to both girls with her arms around they're shoulders, as she fell limp, allowing the cruel fingers to keep her cumming on and on.

She groaned, as the orgasmic feelings became too intense and panicked as they were replaced with an overwhelming desire to piss. She tried to struggle, but was held in place, too week from her climax.

“Oooooh aaaaah..........no please, I need to wee!”

“Ok ladies, I think you had better stop, before she wees on my floor.”

Pippa and Julie let Emma go and she crouched on the floor, holding her pussy.

“Can I go for a wee Miss?”

Sarah stood up, walked over and took hold of Emma's ear, pulling her back to her feet.

“Come along.”

she pulled the naked girl by her ear, to the back garden, with the other two eagerly following. They giggled as they watched Emma's bottom wobble and jiggle as she was lead outside.

“Oh no, not outside. I mean, please Miss,can't I use the toilet?”

“No!” Sarah said sternly, as she stopped and slapped Emma's bottom. She pointed at the grass.

“Squat and do it here.”

“Oooooh no, Miss please.”

“I want to see it coming out, or you know what I will do to you!”

Emma squatted with her feet apart. As she went down, her petals opened, causing the two younger girls to laugh. She thought she wouldn't be able to go in front of other people, especially like that, but she had been holding it in for hours.

It came out like a horse pissing. A loud jet of wee wee, making a puddle under her.

“Oh my god, she's actually doing it!” said Pippa, gloating at her shame.

The piss went on for ages and Sarah went and stood behind Emma. Suddenly she bent down and grabbed her behind the knees.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Emma, as Sarah lifted the smaller girl off the floor by the backs of her knees, with her back against Sarah's body.

The piss shot up into the air making an arch, as it fell a few meters away. Sarah held her like that until she was finished and the arch of piss slowly decreased back and became a dripping trickle.

“All done?”

“Yes Miss,” came Emma's voice through a flood of tears.

Sarah let her down and she curled up on the floor crying.

“How shameful!”





Sarah bent down and quickly spanked Emma's exposed bottom.

“Get up you silly girl!”

Emma stood up, looking down at her feet, tears streaming down her red cheeks.

“Spread your legs, put your hands on your head and shake yourself dry.”

Emma did as she was told and felt ridiculous standing like that in front of the younger girls, shaking her bare pussy dry, as the girls giggled at her rude display.

“Get indoors and stand back in the corner.”

Emma quickly scampered in and the other three burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, she'll do anything you tell her!” said Julie, laughing.

“I know. I'm trying to see how far I can take her. I think she feels like she has no choice!”

“What else can you make her do?” asked Pippa.

“I'm going to take her shopping this afternoon, so I'll humiliate her plenty at the mall.”

“Can we come round and play with her another time?”

“You can come with us tomorrow. I'm taking her on a picnic. In fact you can borrow her one day, if you like!”

“Cool!”, Pippa said enthusiastically.

“Do you both want to say goodbye to our naughty girl, before you go?”

“Yeah!”, they said together.

In the living room, Pippa and Julie went to stand either side of the quivering, sobbing girl, standing in the corner. Pippa gently stroked Emma's cheek, while Julie rubbed her arse and thighs.

“Bye bye little Emma, we are coming back to play with you again soon,”

Pippa whispered in her ear. Emma shuddered and sobbed louder with fresh tears.

The two young girls left reluctantly, but very excited at the prospect of playing with Emma again.

Sarah went up to her bedroom and looked for something suitable for Emma to wear out. She remembered a t-shirt she had and found it in her wardrobe. It was one of those long figure hugging ones that is meant to be worn with jeans. Sarah smiled to herself. Emma would be wearing it as a dress, with no underwear!

Downstairs, Emma was still snivelling in the corner.

“Stop crying like a little baby, or I'll spank you again!”

Emma silenced her tears.

“Turn around and look what I've got for you.”

Emma turned and looked at the garment that Sarah held out to her. It didn't look much, but it would be better than nothing.

“Put it on and if you’re a good girl, I'll let you keep it on for a while.”

Emma looked unsure, but reached for the top and pulled it over her head and down her body. She looked down at herself, pulling at the hem. At least this one came down past her pussy, just.

She felt slightly relieved, being covered at last. Looking up at Sarah's wicked grin, she wondered what was next.

“Come and see in the mirror.”

Sarah took her to the long mirror and made her turn this way and that.

She looked ridiculous. The t-shirt, although it almost looked like a dress on her, barely covered her bum at the back. Any slight movement threatened to expose her bottom and even her pussy. There she stood looking back at herself, wearing a grey, tight, long t-shirt, white socks and black shoes, with her hair in bunches.

Sarah stood behind Emma and slowly rubbed her bottom through the material, looking into the eyes of Emma's reflection. Emma was lost in a flood of emotion and sensation, as she was turned around to face her tormentor. The t-shirt was slowly raised, as Sarah's hands roamed freely all over her bare arse. Sarah put her hand behind Emma’s head and brought her face closer and wet her lips with her tongue. Emma responded, opening her mouth and closing her eyes as she swooned.

SLAP

Sarah had slapped her bare bottom hard, shocking her from her little moment.

“You dirty little girl, you should be ashamed of yourself! You just can't help it, can you?”

Emma's face was bright red, as Sarah grabbed her arm,

“Come on we're going shopping.”

“What? Where? No wait!”

Emma was pulling her t-shirt back down as she was dragged out the front door scurrying to keep up behind.

Suddenly, she was outside and she could feel the warm summer breeze on her very bare thighs, as she was pulled along by the arm, towards Sarah's car, her other hand tugging at the hem of her only garment.

“Stop pulling that! If you do that again I will spank you, no matter who's looking!”

Emma looked around nervously, she could see other people down the street and wondered what they would think of her. Sarah opened the car and waited for Emma to get in before going to the driver’s side and getting in herself. Sitting in the car, the t-shirt had ridden up and Emma was aware of the air conditioning blowing cold air on her nearly exposed pussy.

It was a short drive to the mall and Emma became very nervous as she realized where Sarah was taking her. They pulled into the multi-storey car park and parked.

“Right then, get out, I'm going to take you shopping!”

Sarah had noticed that whenever she saw Emma, the shy girl would always be wearing trousers. Now she was going to change all that. She took Emma to a few clothes shops and made her try on lots of short skirts and summer dresses. She made her pay for the clothes she had chosen.

Emma was very hot and flustered, after all the changing. Sarah had made her leave the dressing room to show the outfits she had chosen, getting her to twirl and show off, leaving Emma quite embarrassed. She wasn't comfortable with any of Sarah's choices. To make matters worse, Sarah took her to the kids section and made her try on a school uniform.

She was constantly aware of her lack of underwear and when she tried something on, she pulled it on quickly, to cover her nakedness. However, she dearly wished she could have kept on any one of the short skirts or dresses after Sarah’s next words,

“Ok then, quickly put your t-shirt back on and we can go and pay!”

When they had bought as much as Sarah could find, Emma was paying for the last few items, when Sarah suddenly left her at the till. She came back with a pack of cheap cotton full backed big knickers, some plain white and some others that had patterns of small pink flowers.

“She needs these too,”

Sarah tossed them on the counter. Emma went bright red, as the young girl on the till raised one eyebrow and eyed her suspiciously. She quickly paid up hoping to avoid any further embarrassment.

Throughout their shopping trip, Emma was very aware of all the attention she was receiving from other people at the stores. Lusty looks, looks of amusement and disgusted looks from jealous wives, after catching their man having a good look. She kept tugging her hem whenever Sarah wasn’t looking.

Emma was very flustered, but relieved to be steered towards the car park. Just when she thought things couldn’t have been worse, she saw an old foe heading their way. Emma quickly looked down hoping she wouldn’t be recognised.

The girl walking towards them was Lorren. Lorren had tormented and bullied Emma all the way through school. It had started out as bitchy comments and as Lorren sensed Emma’s weakness and vulnerability, things progressed into horrible bullying. One of Lorren’s favourite things to humiliate Emma was teasing her about her small undeveloped breasts.

Lorren saw Emma and stopped walking.

“Emma?”

Emma tried to ignore her, but Sarah stopped suddenly holding Emma’s arm. Emma jerked to a halt. She stood looking at her feet, red faced, wishing that this wasn’t happening, but it was.

For years ever since she had left school, she had fantasised about standing up to her school bully, telling her what for, even getting all sorts of revenge. Now, here she was, red faced, starring at the floor, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, socks and shoes.

“Hello Emma,”

said Lorren, not bothering to hide her amusement at Emma’s outfit. Emma couldn’t speak.

“Emma!”

Sarah’s voice shocked Emma, who whimpered with despair.

“Stop being so rude and introduce me to your friend!”

“I’m Lorren. She probably doesn’t want to talk to me. Me and my friends bullied her ruthlessly at school.”

This was an interesting development for Sarah, who instantly saw another opportunity to humiliate Emma even more.

“I’m Sarah, pleased to meet you. I bully Emma now. It’s so much fun isn’t it?”

Lorren wasn’t sure how to respond. This situation seemed very strange. She looked at Sarah and then looked Emma up and down with a wicked smile on her face.

“She likes it really don’t you Emma?”

Emma nodded, fearful of the consequences of giving the wrong answer.

“So what sort of names did you call her at school?”

“Tiny tits, baby boobs, baldy. She was very undeveloped at school and hated having to shower with us after P.E. The teacher always forced her and we teased her terribly about her flat chest and she had no pubes. She must have matured very late, because I don’t remember her ever having any at school!”

“Well she hasn’t changed much. She still has no tits and I removed her pussy hair!”

Lorren thought that seemed a bit strange, but was secretly excited by this revelation.

“Lift your t-shirt and show Lorren your little boobies!”

“Oh please no, don’t make me.”

Sarah smacked Emma’s bottom hard making her jump.

“Do it now or I’ll spank you out here!”

“Ooooh!”

moaned Emma, as she lifted the shirt to show herself off to her old enemy.

Lorren gasped as she saw that Emma had no underwear on. The girls had cornered Emma in between cars, but she still felt incredibly exposed and so vulnerable. She stood there holding up her t-shirt, totally humiliated in front of the girl she had hated at school. Lorren grinned from ear to ear.

“I’m taking her back to my place now. Why don’t you come with us and help me to bully her some more. She loves being bullied in the nude!”

“Yes I’d like that very much. Thank you.”

“Good. Do you drive?”

“Yes, my car’s over there.”

“Ok, follow us to my house.”

Emma trembled in the car as they drove back. She begged and pleaded all the way back to Sarah’s house.

“Please don’t let her see, please Miss, pleeeease, I’ll be good, you can do whatever you like......please make her go away!”

“Oh Emma, of course I can do whatever I like to you. There’s nothing you can do about that silly.”

“Please don’t do things to me in front of her miss, pleeeease.”

“I can do anything I want to you can’t I?”

“Yes miss, but.......”

“Shhhh! What I’d like to do to you now, is give you a nude spanking in front of your old school bully!”

“Ohhhhh pleeeease!”

“I know how shameful that is for you. You must have fantasised about getting your own back on her, or standing up to her.”

Emma looked at her lap with scarlet cheeks. Her face grew hot with the feeling that this horrible girl could see straight through her.

“You did didn’t you? You imagined getting all kinds of revenge! But you poor thing, instead you are going to be spanked in the nude in front of her!”

“Oh please don’t.”

“It must have took you a long time to get over her bullying and build your confidence. Of course I can see right through your ‘confidence’. I know how weak you are! And so does she! I might even let her spank you!”

“Oh no please nooooo!”

“And now, here we are.”

Sarah pulled the car into her driveway.

“Sarah please. I won’t let you!”

“Oh really? Get out now! And call me Miss or you’ll regret it I promise!”

They both got out the car as Lorren pulled up.

“Please Miss Please I....”

“Be quiet! One more word and I’ll send those videos to everybody!”

“Hello.”

“Hi Lorren. Say hello to your guest Emma.”

“Hello,” Emma said looking at the ground with a hot face.

“Please come in.”

The three girls went in and Sarah led them to her living room.

“Do sit down.”

Sarah said to Lorren.

Emma stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Emma, go and make some tea.”

She left for the kitchen, relieved to be out of site. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was. What could she do? Worse still her pussy was dripping wet. She could feel it all over the top of her inner thighs. Why did her pussy betray her? Why couldn’t she control herself? If Lorren knew how wet she was she would just die!

In the living room, Sarah was enthusiastically telling Lorren about Emma’s situation and Lorren listened with undisguised glee.

“So, would you like to take part? I promise you it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time!”

“Yes please.”

“You can have a special role as her school bully. Funnily enough, I made her buy a school uniform today. Perfect!”

Emma came in with the tea. She hadn’t dared to make one for herself. She set the tea down on a table, avoiding eye contact and stood nervously in front of the two wicked girls, waiting with dread to be told what to do.

Sarah and Lorren sat there smiling, watching the poor girl fidget and squirm under their gaze.

“Ok”

Said Sarah,

“It’s time for your spanking!”

Emma froze.

Suddenly, she stood up and looked down on Emma, who couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Arms up!”

Emma didn’t move. Her eyes darted around, as if looking for an escape. She hesitated and looked at Lorren, who looked like the cat who got the cream.

“I said arms up!”

Sarah took the hem of Emma’s t shirt and started to lift it.

“No!....please.”

Emma’s hands shot to her side in an attempt to stop the t-shirt. She gripped the hem in a last desperate act of defiance.

SLAP!

“Ow!”

Sarah had slapped Emma’s leg.

“Let go you bad little girl!”

She gripped the t shirt and yanked it up, wrestling it up over Emma’s head and arms, and off, stripping her naked except for socks and shoes of course. She threw it on the floor and glared at Emma, who stood covering her little boobies with one arm and her pussy with the other. Emma’s face was on fire. Sarah looked furious.

“How dare you?” I was just telling Lorren what a good little girl you are and you decide to show me up like that!”

“I...I....Please I.....Please don’t.”

“Now you’ve made things a lot worse for yourself! Come here you naughty girl.”

Sarah took Emma by the arm and pulled her to the sofa.

“No!.......I won’t let you!”

Sarah sat down, pulling the nude girl over her lap.

“Oh no.......Please no......I won’t let you!”

Sarah pulled the girls legs apart so that her pussy was pressed on her thigh.

“Please Miss!”

Lorren giggled and felt her face heat up.

“No!”

Emma struggled uselessly as Sarah held her in place, pulling her arm behind her back as it came back to protect her bare bottom.

Then she started to spank.

“Ow.....ow........ow.......please....ow!”

Emma’s bottom cheeks came to life as she wriggled around on Sarah’s lap. They sprung and bounced and swayed and gyrated, turning pink quickly under Sarah’s angry slaps.

“oh.....oh......ow.....no......ooooooooh”

Sarah paused, resting her hand on Emma’s hot red bottom.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?”

“Oh, yes Miss.....please.”

Lorren laughed and licked her lips, blatantly excited by the display.

Sarah traced a finger along Emma’s crack and circled it teasingly around her bum hole, causing the poor girl to rudely squirm and writhe. A long moan escaped her lips.

“Ooooooooh.”

“Or shall I put something in here?”

“Oh no, I’m a good girl Miss!”

Emma said, still squirming as Sarah stroked down her crack and touched between her legs.

“What is this?”

“Oh no....oh god.”

“This naughty little girl has got all wet! I told she likes it.”

Emma shuddered to her core as her pussy was slowly massaged.

“Oooooooh........ooh.......ohhhh ......ooooooo”

Lorren’s eyes met Sarah’s with a predatory understanding, clouded with lust, though she’d never admit it. Sarah stopped rubbing.

“Would you like to have a go Lorren?”

“No Miss please Miss.....I’ll be good.”

“Be quiet!”

A Switch in Time By Hal

I don't suppose it would be fair to say that I was tricked out of my adulthood is a more accurate way to describe the situation was that I lost it.

How did that happen? Well, let me give you a little background information before I get to all that.

My name is Cathy Gallagher‚  until recently, I insisted everyone call me "Catherine" because I thought it sounded more sophisticated. The only exceptions I made were for my closest friends.

Anyway, I'm 19 and attend a local college; well attended is more like it. I'm a middle child. My older brother Tom is away at college back east. My younger sister Emily is 13 and a total brat‚  the typical baby of the family at least, that's how things used to be.

My mother is a corporate lawyer and my father passed away in a car accident soon after Emily was born. The accident really changed the dynamics in the family, as Tom became the man of the house. Being the oldest, he took on a lot of responsibility in caring for Emily and me while my mom was at work.

Despite the fact that I was six years older than Emily, I constantly found myself lumped in with her as one of the little kids. Tom functioned (and was treated) as a pseudo adult by my mother. This wasn't a big deal when I was smaller, but became a problem when I reached my teens.

As the years passed, things didn't really change all that much. It didn't help matters that I've always been rather petite. Currently, I stand a little under 5' 2" in bare feet and weigh only about 105 pounds. I'm not well developed up top, if you take my meaning.

Emily on the other hand is a big girl. At 13, she is taller than I am and looks to be developing a nice chest. She is skinny but athletic, and you just know she's going to develop into one of the tall, blond goddesses that the boys love to drool over.

Anyway, you can imagine the battles I fought with Tom and my mother about being treated like a little kid. I was always desperate to separate myself from Emily in their eyes.

Things became easier when Tom left for college. However, my mother was still impossible-- setting all sorts of rules for the household‚  rules that should have applied only to Emily and not to myself. However, there was little I could do about it, college girl or no. You know the scenario‚  her house, her rules, all that.

One of these rules was curfew. I had come home late by about half an hour a few weeks back and my mother proceeded to have an absolute cow. We had argued, and things had been pretty tense for a while. Before all this recent stuff happened, things were just getting back to something approaching normal.

The day I lost my adulthood started out just like any other. I work at a small fashion boutique at the local mall‚  we sell business clothes to high-powered career women. As part of the image, I was expected to dress in an appropriate manner, and receive a significant discount at the store to help with this.

I only worked a couple of hours at the store that Saturday. I was helping the manager with inventory all morning and we were finished by noon. Since the store was dead, the manager said I could go home.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I began to gather up my things while the manager went to the back room.

Alone at the register, I glanced up into the nearby full length mirror.

I noted with satisfaction that the exercise regime I had been following had been paying off. My dark blue pantsuit was well tailored, the blazer cut short. My pants were taunt, showing off the slim flare of my hips. I turned slightly, looking back over my shoulder in the mirror at my bottom.

I have always been a little sensitive about my ass‚  what woman isn't? I have small hips and my ass has always been a little flat, girlish you might you say. As I grew older and obtained my adult figure, I did develop some curves. However, I have always felt better wearing a shaping panty. You know the kind‚  they look like regular high cut briefs. However, they do wonders for your ass, lifting it to a new position and bestowing the illusion of womanly curves.

No, I did not have a perfect figure. Besides my flat ass, I also had a bit of a round stomach. It was where every spare pound seemed to migrate. Diets, sit ups, and hours of aerobics had failed to erase it completely. Oh sure, the small bulge was hardly noticeable‚  except to me that is. It was a small flaw, not very evident when I wore a bikini and completely invisible when I wore a business suit. However, I knew it was there and I hated it. I usually wore pantyhose to keep me completely flat.

My chest was another issue. While I'm not flat as a board, neither am I amply endowed. I am small but perky, and usually a modest push up bra suffices to give me a decent chest without too much obvious help.

It irked me that I needed figure enhancements. Sure, if you saw me in my underwear you wouldn't be able tell the difference between my undies and regular lingerie‚  after all, it wasn't like I was wearing a GIRDLE or anything. Still, I considered myself a modern woman with strong feminist beliefs. I was supposed to be happy and comfortable with my figure and body‚  or so said Oprah.

All this went through my head as I looked in the mirror. I ran a hand through my fashionably cut blond hair, putting it in to place.

I looked up as the buzzer at the front of the store sounded. I frowned as I saw it was Kim Richards and Brad Jeffries.

I had known Kim for years; in fact, she lived on my street. We had never gotten along.

Brad was a different story. He had been a transfer student during our senior year at high school. He now went to the same college as me.

He was tall and muscular, with great hair. I had set my sights on him, but Kim had gotten there first. Still, I could tell there was some interest there.

I saw evidence of this as Brad looked me up and down in the chic business suit I wore. I smiled even as I saw Kim frown.

"Hi Cathy" said Kim in a less than friendly manner. The bitch knew I preferred to be called "Catherine".

I ignored the implied slight. It was the best way with Kim.

"Hey guys" I said, smiling at Brad. I leaned sexily towards him, and couldn't help but notice how he kept starring at my chest.

Kim was starting to get pissed. Before she could say anything, Brad said,

"We were just passing by and thought we'd say hello..."

I smiled. While Kim fumed, I spent the next few minutes talking to Brad about school. They finally said their good-byes and I left myself a minute or so later.

I walked quickly, my high heels clicking on the granite mall floor. I pulled out my cell phone and glanced at my reflection in a store window as I made my way towards the exit.

I still liked what I saw. My heels gave me height, and my expensive suit gave me an air of sophistication that I relished. With my hair and make-up done to perfection and cell phone in hand, I had the air of the cool, young professional woman. Eat you heart out, Kim, I thought to myself.

I left the mall and walked to my car‚ which was my proudest possession. Driving and having a car was one of the major battles that I had fought with my mother about. In an area where most kids had a permit at 15 and their license at 16, I wasn't able to get mine until I was 17.

As you can imagine, my mother resisted the idea because a car would allow me to go where I wanted when I wanted. It would be a clear sign that I was growing up and also be a major point of distinction between Emily and myself.

Emily didn't like the idea because a car would give me leverage over her‚ now we wouldn't be dependent on mom to go somewhere. However, I was the one with the license‚ I was literally in the driver's seat! Emily eventually got used to it‚ she didn't have a choice.

I should also mention another sore point between Emily and myself: a few years ago, mom had enrolled Emily in a private girl's school called Brinmar Academy. While I had gone to the local elementary and high school, Emily had to attend this strict prison of a school‚ worse, she had to wear a uniform.

It's an ugly thing‚ a plaid blue and green jumper worn with a blouse that has a peter pan color. White cotton tights and Mary-Jane shoes just make it worse. Emily looked like a dork in it, and I never missed a chance to tease her about it. Finally, mom had to put a stop to it. However, I still had to smile when I thought about how much Emily hated wearing that uniform.

On the drive home, I called Miranda, my best friend. I asked her to meet me at my house, as we were going to try to come up with ideas for costumes for a big Halloween party that was coming up.

I pulled up in the driveway and went inside. In the kitchen, my mom and Emily were getting ready to go to one of Emily's stupid volleyball games.

"Hi guys!" I said cheerfully, as I breezed into the room.

Emily glanced at me with ill-concealed envy, taking in my fashionable clothes and the car keys in my hand.

I smiled inwardly at the PE uniform that Emily was wearing. Brinmar had modeled their gym uniforms on the style that Japanese high school girls wear. It consisted of a white t-shirt with the school logo on the shoulder and powder blue bloomers that can only be described as panties or briefs. White athletic socks and tennis shoes completed the outfit. The bloomers were made to be worn tight, and had a thin elastic waistband. There was no way you could describe them as shorts.

Not surprisingly, all the girls at the academy hated them. It was like running around in your underwear. I mean think about it--‚ they were made out of a cotton-poly blend, and were shaped like panties. You might wear something like it under a cheer or tennis outfit but the girls at Brinmar had to wear them without ANY sort of covering skirt.

"Hello dear" said my mother. ‚ "How was work?" She was moving about the kitchen, packing sport drinks into a gym bag.

"Fine" I said absently, looking at a large box on the table. "What's this?" I asked.

"It's a box of old clothes from the basement" said my Mother. "I'm going to give them to Goodwill. You said you wanted to through this stuff to find a costume for the party. Well, do that today or you'll lose your chance‚ when your finished just put the box in the garage".

"Yeah" chimed in Emily. "Make sure you have a costume for your stupid kiddie party."

I made a face at her.

"It's an ADULT Halloween party" I said grandly. "And children aren't invited... cute uniform by the way‚ enjoy running around in just your panties?"

Emily bristled at this, and said,

"They're NOT panties! They're BLOOMERS!"

I made to retort with another teasing remark, but mom intervened.

"You girls! Honestly! What I'm going to do with the two of you?" She looked at us in exasperation. And then she glared at me.

As I mentioned, things had been a little tense around the house.

Mom looked as if she were going to give me a piece of her mind, but thought better of it. Finally she said,

"By the way Cathy, I'm expecting FedEx to come by today. There's a document envelope and a box of legal papers‚ it's for the land deal the firm is working on. It has to be signed for. You'll be around this afternoon, right?"

"Sure mom" I said. "No problem. Miranda and I are meeting some friends about 7:00 but that's it... in fact, Miranda's coming over in just a little bit..."

"That's fine then" said mom. ‚ "Mrs. Lincoln, a paralegal from the firm might stop by late in the afternoon to pick up the document packet‚ she needs to do some work on the papers before Monday. If we're not back by then, make sure you give it her, OK?

"Sure mom" I said again. Mom and her legal papers‚ it seemed like a dull way to make a living, that's for sure.

"It's important, Cathy" said mom. ‚ "Make sure you're here to sign for everything--- the driver won't leave it otherwise. Don't you and Miranda go off somewhere until he comes by..."

"Jeez mom" I said with some irritation. "I SAID I'd be here. And PLEASE call me Catherine!" Did she think I was some little girl who would forget?

Fortunately, Miranda arrived and after saying hello and goodbye, mom and Emily left for the game.

Miranda is only slightly taller than I am, and also petite. Which is probably why we get along so well together. She looked at me.

"OOOOOH, quite the fashionable career gal, aren't we" she said with a grin, commenting on my business clothes.

"Well, at least I don't look like something that the cat dragged in" I said, looking askance at the ratty jeans and T-shirt that she was wearing.

We both laughed at that. I picked up the box of old clothes and we went to my room to see if anything could be used for costumes.

I dumped the clothes out on my bed and Miranda quickly spied one of Tom's old suits from when he was a boy.

"Hey" she said. ‚ "Maybe I could wear this and go as a guy!"

I had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. I looked through the pile of clothes and spied one of Emily's old school jumpers.

"OH my" I said, as I picked up the dress.

"Hey, CUTE!" said Miranda. ‚ "You could go as a school girl!"

I looked at myself in the three-way mirror in the corner. I saw a pretty young woman in a fashionable business suit holding a little girl's school jumper up to her chest.

"Miranda, I CAN'T‚ I'd look like a fool in this" I said.

"Nonsense" said Miranda. "Guy's go crazy over the school girl look. Why, I bet Brad Jeffries would just DROOL if he saw you like that!"

I told Miranda of my encounter with Brad and Kim at the store that morning.

"I still think Brad would go out of his mind with lust if he saw you in a schoolgirl outfit..."

"Do you think so?" I asked.

Miranda nodded her head.

It was true. For some reason a GUY THING perhaps, boys just loved the whole school-girl/slut thing. Perhaps I could spice up the uniform in some way‚ maybe high heels. I was thinking about all this when another thought occurred to me that I put to Miranda

"How am I going to wear this thing with dumb old Emily around? I constantly make fun of her in uniform‚ she'll NEVER let me live it down if I were to wear it‚ even as a costume..."

Miranda just smiled.

"That's not a problem... you just come over to my house before the party and get ready there‚ you change afterwards... Emily will never know..."

"Yeah, I said, ‚ "That might work, but..."

"Hey" said Miranda, interrupting me, ‚ "If you don't use that jumper maybe I will."

That cinched it for me. While Miranda looked through the pile, I kicked off my heels.

I stood barefoot in pantyhose on the smooth carpet. I undid the buttons of my blazer. I took it off and draped it on the bed next to the box of clothes. I then unbuttoned my white silk blouse.

Next came my tailored pants. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I now stood in the room wearing only a matching white lace bra and panty set (with the before mentioned ‚ "enhancements") and a pair of nude pantyhose.

I ran my hands down my smooth flanks and along the curve of my ass, relishing the feel of the taunt hose. They fit me like a second skin. The hose had a slight pinkish color- ‚ "blushing nude" was what the package had called them. My white silken panties were clearly visible through the sheer material, despite the slightly darker panty portion on the upper part of the hose.

It was strange about pantyhose, I thought. They were both outer and under wear at the same time. At a certain point near the upper thigh, pantyhose ceased being an everyday outer wear garment and became a part of a woman's most intimate apparel.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring my figure, my hands traveling over my thighs and ass.

"You've come a long way from your grade school days, baby" I said aloud.

Miranda looked up at this and just grinned.

"Quite the little slut, aren't we" teased Miranda.

"Miranda!" I squealed.

Ordinarily, I'm a little shy about my slight body. However, Miranda and I had been best friends since grade school and we knew each other's little secrets. Besides, she wasn't much bigger than me.

I picked up the school uniform.

Miranda looked at me and said,

"Hey, you can't wear grown up undies with that jumper" indicating my panties and pantyhose.

Almost by reflex my hands again went to my thighs and ass. I felt the silky material stretched tautly over my body. For some reason, I was reluctant to surrender my big girl underwear. I shook my head. I was just being silly.

I turned my attention again to the clothes on the bed.

I grinned when I caught sight of a matching vest and panty set that had been mine as a little girl. Back then, the set had been a little too large--- which is why it had wound up in the box for all these years.

The white panties were made of thick cotton and were full cut‚ they looked a little like boy's briefs. I saw the words ‚ "Thursday" embroidered on the left leg opening and grinned again. The things they make us girls wear! I was glad I had left this nonsense behind long ago and had graduated to silk panties.

I rummaged a little more through the box and came up with a pair of Emily's white cotton school tights. I frowned as I held them up. They were of a cotton/wool blend‚ which meant that they would probably itch like hell. I was glad for my taunt, silky pantyhose, let me tell you!

Miranda looked at the collection of little girl underwear.

"Those should do" she said.

"Miranda!" I cried, blushing at the thought of wearing such childish underwear.

"Oh for Pete's sake" said Miranda. ‚ "It's just me and you here. How are you going to know if the costume will work or not if you don't try it on?" She paused before going on.

"We'll also have to find some proper shoes and a blouse‚ does Emily have anything in her closet?

I nodded and told her to go look. She had a point. What was the big deal? If I had known what was going to happen I would have destroyed that dress right there and then.

While Miranda was off looking for shoes and the blouse, I went in to my mom's bathroom.

It didn't take very long to work the transformation.

I took off my make-up and put my hair up in pigtails.

I looked younger without make-up, and the new hairstyle wasn't very flattering. I had used a colored moose to slick it down, and now my hair had a distinct brown twinge to it. I had also given myself bangs in the front.

I used a make-up pencil to give myself freckles on either side of my nose‚ after all, in for a penny, in for a pound. I figured the more exaggerated the look, the more the whole thing would look just like a costume.

With a sigh, I took off all my big girl underwear.

I grabbed the thick cotton "days of the week" panties and pulled them up my legs and up over my bottom. They felt strange-- tight and bulky at the same time. They fit like briefs, covering a major portion of my ass and thighs. My hands traveled over the tight, thick cotton. How different these panties felt from my own! Well, what did you expect, I asked myself. These are little girl underpants you're wearing.

I grabbed the vest and drew it on over my head. Looking down at myself, it seemed my breasts appeared smaller and my chest flatter. I tucked the vest in to the panties and blushed as I saw how my tummy look in my new underwear‚ round, just like a little girl's!

I went back to my room to look in the full length mirror. Miranda was in the hallway bathroom putting on the boy's suit

I avoided looking at my own face. I concentrated on my middle. I turned slightly and looked at my ass in my new cotton underpants.

"OH!" I cried.

The thick cotton was stretched tautly across my bottom, almost compressing my cheeks. These underpants had the effect of further flattening my ass‚ it now looked as if I had no curves!

I turned away from the mirror, telling myself that I was seeing things. I went back to the bed and shook out the white tights. I sat down and began drawing them up my legs. I then stood and finished pulling them up over my waist.

How hot and itchy they felt! A far cry from my smooth, grown-up pantyhose! The tight cotton hugged my legs, making them appear thin and spindly. I looked down at my self. I could see my cotton panties through the material.

I ran my hands over my lower, cotton tighted form. The silky smoothness I had come to expect with my own sleek pantyhose was gone, replaced with a scratchy roughness. And they itched! I pulled at the tight crotch to no avail.

Turning back to the bed, I saw that Miranda had found a white cotton blouse with a peter-pan collar and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes.

I picked up the blouse and quickly buttoned it on, tucking the tails in to the front of my tights. It was mortifying to do it that way, but I knew I had to get it right if I was going to go through with this.

I then tried on the shoes-- they were about my size‚ a little tight but they fit.

I now looked in the mirror, avoiding looking at myself full length. I kept my head down and looked from the waist down. I saw the blouse and vest tucked in to my childish cotton underpants, my flat, boring little girl's ass, and my thin white cotton-tighted legs.

I started to feel a little sick to my stomach. This was never going to work‚ it looked too real!

I went back to the bed and found the school uniform. I drew it on and smoothed it down. My chest disappeared in a sea of blue plaid. Looking down, I saw the jumper was a tight fit‚ and it was WAY to short. I could tell that without even looking in the mirror.

Trembling, I couldn't believe the transformation. My blond hair now appeared brown, and instead of the fashionable cut I usually sported it was now in pigtails. I also had bangs. My freckles were very evident and my face appeared plain. Perhaps it was the stress, or maybe it was my imagination, but was that a rash of pimples forming on my forehead? It couldn't be!

My school jumper was far to short, allowing my cotton-tighted ass to peak out. I could clearly see my thick cotton panties showing through the thin material. My underpants were showing!

My chest appeared flat, as did my ass. My legs were thin, imprisoned in the itchy wool and cotton. I stood pigeon toed, like a little girl, one hand grasping the hem of my tight jumper, which showed a round, little girl tummy.

Shocked, I turned away from the mirror.

I saw my adult clothes on the bed‚ my business suit, my pants, my grown up underpants and pantyhose. I spied my high-heeled pumps on the floor. It seemed a hopeless task to put them on again. What would be the point?

"OH my goodness!" said Miranda from the doorway. She was wearing Tom's old suit. It was slightly big, but it looked cute on her.

I blushed, and tried to cover my childish underwear with my hands. I turned around and palms upturned, placed both hands on my cotton tighted ass, which filled the panties almost to bursting.

"You look ADORABLE!" said Miranda coming over to me.

"I look like a complete DORK" I complained.

"Well, you do look a lot younger" said Miranda. "In fact" she went on, "I really think you could be mistaken for an 8th grader in that outfit..."

She giggled.

My tights were itching, and I began scratching my thigh.

Miranda noticed my scratching. She reached over and picked up my empty pantyhose. She held the garment up and stretched the waistband.

Part 2

"What's the matter little girl?" she teased. "Miss mommy's grown up pantyhose?"

"Miranda!" I protested. I leaned over, trying to snatch the hose from her grasp.

I over-reached and fell on my stomach on the bed, my childish panties on full display.

Miranda gave my exposed bottom a playful slap.

"Better hope mommy doesn't find out you've been wearing her clothes." she said, indicating my grown up undies and business suit. "You could get a spanking!"

I blushed, standing up, yanking my dress down to keep my underpants from showing. Those were my clothes! Not my mother's!

"Miranda!" I warned. "Cut it out..."

"Can't you take a joke?" she said. "I think someone needs a nap!"

I blushed as she thrust a teddy bear that was on the bed into my hands.

I looked in the mirror and saw a pigeon-toed little school girl, in white woolen tights with thin spindly legs. She was holding a teddy bear. I had to get out of these clothes! What if Emily came home and saw me like this?

"Cut it out, Miranda!" I said, tossing the teddy bear on the bed.

I was just about to begin taking the outfit off when the phone rang. It was Tom, calling from back east. Nodding to Miranda, I picked up the phone and walked out to the living room.

For the next 20 minutes, I sat on the rug, talking to my brother. I was on my stomach, and I gave up trying to conceal my underpants. Occasionally, I absently scratched my thighs in the uncomfortable tights.

Miranda came in the room, having changed back in to her regular clothes. She handed me the teddy bear and smiled. I took it and made a face at her. Holding the bear, I finished my conversation with Tom and hung up.

I threw the bear at Miranda.

"You look so CUTE like that..." she said, smiling. "I almost feel like taking charge of you and going to the park and watch you play on the swings..."

I blushed at the thought.

"Miranda!" I protested.

She gathered up the boy's suit and got out her car keys.

"I think I can get away with this for the party...what time are we meeting tonight or do you have an early bedtime?"

"HA HA, very funny"I retorted. "How about I meet you at the mall later at the food court say about 7:00?"

We were supposed to link up with a mutual friend, Josie Madison, and go to the movies.

"Sounds good" said Miranda, taking out her car keys. She again handed me the bear. She kissed my forehead.

"Now make sure you take a nap before tonight little girl" she teased. "Do you need me to tuck you in?"

I groaned. I had to get out of this outfit!

"All right, all right" I said. "Get lost, will you I think Sesame Street is coming on or something..."

On impulse, I took hold of the hem of my short jumper with my left hand. I crossed my feet and put my right index finger under my chin. I curtsied, my panties coming out from under the jumper.

Miranda giggled and left.

I picked up the teddy bear and went back to my bedroom. It was late in the afternoon and Mom and Emily would be coming home soon. The FedEx guy hadn't shown up yet, either.

First things first, I thought. I dumped the old clothes back in the box and took it out to the garage. I knew the garage door was closed, so no one would see me in my childish school uniform.

I opened the door from the pantry and stepped down the stairs leading in to the garage.

The door closed behind me as I set the box down. Turning, I went back up the stairs and tuned the knob.

Locked! I was locked out! A wave of panic hit mewhat was I going to do, dressed like this?

Wait a minute, I thought. I knew the front door was open. All I had to do was to raise the garage door and go around to the frontno problem. Probably, no one would see me. If they did, it would most likely be at a distance.

I didn't like the idea of being out in public dressed like a schoolgirl, even if it was just for a minute but I really didn't have a choice

I took a deep breath and hit the switch. The door started to rattle up. Daylight streamed into the garage as I moved forward, one handing clutching the hem of my too-short school jumper. I didn't want anyone to see my days of the week panties, that's for sure!

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor. Nor a sense of timing. As the door rose up, I heard a truck pull upit was FedEx! I groaned, thinking this can't be happening to me

I stood at the mouth of the garage and half turned towards the front door. I was going to make a break for it, but it was too late! The truck pulled up to the curb and a cute, muscular young man opened the side door and stepped out.

"Hello little girl, I think I have something for you!" he said, looking down at a clipboard.

I bristled at the term little girldid this guy REALLY think I was a schoolgirl? I stood there pigeon toed, my Mary-Janed feet pointing inwards, my hands tugging at my jumper trying to make it longer.

I could have died from embarrassment, let me tell you. Before I could speak, the driver said,

"Is your mother around---- I need a signature for the delivery..."

He smiled at me without really LOOKING at me. I had seen this sort of dismissive attitude shown towards Emily just a child, not really important in the grand scheme of things. Certainly I was not of any ROMANTIC interest to him.

Which really cheesed my off. A couple of hours ago in my heels and hose, secure in my adulthood at the mall, this guy wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes off me. Dressed and looking like a schoolgirl GEEK however, I was of no interest to him at all. NADDA. I was crushed.

I blushed, not being recognized for the adult that I was, despite the school uniform. What did that mean?

I'm afraid blind anger overtook me. How DARE this LOSER driver dismiss ME as a little girl?

"I'm NOT a little girl" I huffed, stamping one foot down. In that moment, I forgot my adulthood completely.

I'm afraid I wasn't very convincing, standing there with my white cotton panties peeking out from under my school uniform, in tights, my hair in pigtails, looking all of about 12.

"Of course not kid" said the driver condescendingly. "Can you get your mother or someone older to sign for this stuff? He turned away towards the interior of the truck and began to unload a small box.

I was both mortified and humiliated. Had that been the end of the incident, I might have counted myself fortunate!

I started towards the truck, determined to straighten the driver out on a few things. However, before I took two steps I heard a familiar voice ring out.

"WHY CATHY GALLAGHER, IS THAT YOU?"

I turned at the sound, my heart in my throat. There, coming down the sidewalk, were Kim Richards and Brad Jeffries!

OH MY GOD I thought to myself. This is NOT happening! I'm not standing here dressed like a schoolgirl, in tights with underpants showing, my hair in pigtails, in front of a girl I hated and I guy I had designs on!

"Why you look just ADORABLE." teased Kim. "For a moment there I thought you were Emily. I think its great that you're finally acting your true age..."

She paused for a moment, giving me the once over.

"Cute underpants." she added with a smirk. "Days of the week panties are so convenient, aren't they?"

I groaned. I was ruined. Big mouth Kim was going to tell EVERYBODY about this!

"Oh this is RICH" gloated Kim. "Cathy, in a school jumper, panties showing, hair in pigtails--- in PUBLIC!"

I flushed beat red. Stammering, I said,

"Uhhhh, hi Kim, Hi Brad, I was just trying out costume ideas for the Halloween party next month and the FedEx guy showed up..."

When in doubt, go with the truth.

"Well, it sure doesn't LOOK like a COSTUME to me" said Kim, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

She looked at Brad, who was standing there with his mouth open, unable to believe my transformation into a little girl. In the shocked silence that followed, Kim added,

"It LOOKS like your mommy finally got fed up with you and enrolled you in a proper school--- HA! Cathy the little schoolgirl!"

That was it! School jumper or no, I wasn't going to take this humiliation any more. I clenched my fist and took a step backwards, to give myself some room.

Unfortunately, the back of my Mary Jane shoes hit one of the rocks that circled the mailbox on the edge of the driveway. I fell over backwards on to the lawn!

I landed right on my flat ass, with my white skinny legs going straight up in the air, exposing a generous view of schoolgirl underpants.

Worse, it had rained recently and the lawn was still wet. The damp earth had softened my fall, but I had landed squarely in the mud! The back of my panties and jumper were wet and muddy, and there was dirt on my tights. I raised a muddy hand to my forehead to brush my hair back and succeeded only in spreading more dirt to my face. 

"OH! OH!" I cried, kicking my legs which we now straight out in front of me. I beat my fists in the ground.

"AWWWWW" teased Kim in a little girl voice, "Did the wittle girl fall down and go boom?"

Tears of humiliation rolled down my now dirty face. I was 19 years old. I was in college. I wore fashionable clothes and was considered both pretty and popular. So how was it that I found myself dressed as a schoolgirl, crying, my hair in pigtails, my panties showing, and sitting in the mud being teased as a clumsy child?

Brad and Kim were both laughing at pointing, and then the FedEx guy came around from behind the truck.

"What's all the commotion over here?" he asked. Seeing me on the ground, he extended a hand and helped me up.

"Are you all right little girl? He asked. "Did you hurt yourself?"

I stood up, trying to brush myself off. I was no longer the cool sophisticated young woman of my minds eye. An awkward, muddy little girl now was in her place.

"I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL!" I screamed.

"Cathy got all dirty, Cathy got all dirty" teased Kim, secure in her tight blue jeans.

"Shame, Shame" she finished, rubbing her index fingers together in the classic gesture.

Crying, I grabbed the pen and clipboard from the startled FedEx driver. I signed in the appropriate place and grabbed the small box and envelope that he had placed on the driveway. I sped away into the house without looking back.

"Mommy's going to be made at you little girl for getting all dirty!" teased Kim, giving one more parting shot. I could hear them all laughing at me!

I banged into the house, the screen door almost flying off its hinges. I put the box and envelope down in the entry hallway and went in to the kitchen.

I couldn't believe what has just happened! I had to get out of this stupid outfit! I couldn't help thinking what Kim and Brad were going to saythat Cathy was dressed like a little girl with her panties showing and her hair in pigtails. Not only that, but she gotten all dirty like a 5 year old!

I groaned. I took a damp cloth and began to clean up a little. I had just barely started when I heard a knock at the door. Startled, I went out and saw an older woman standing on at the front steps, looking at me through the screen door.

It must be Mrs. Lincoln I thought to myself wildly. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't even here her car pull up.

"Hello dear--- you must be Emily" said Mrs. Lincoln, looking at me in my school uniform. "Is your mother home? I work at her firm and am here to pick up some papers..."

It was too late to hide. She had already seen me. The best thing I could do was just tough it out, and get rid of her as soon as possible.

Before I could say anything, however, I saw Mrs. Lincoln looking at me stangely. She saw that I had been crying, saw that my school uniform was dirty, and saw the mud tracks from my Mary-Jane shoes on the wood floor leading to the kitchen.

Concerned, she opened the screen door and stepped in to the house.

"Are you all right dear.... Where's your mother?"

I'm afraid my temper boiled over a little. I was getting a little tired of people assuming I was just a little girl. I was also a little miffed that this woman that I didn't even know had stepped in to the house without an invitation.

"No one's home but me" I said somewhat grandly. I was trying to make my tone quiet and dignified, but I'm afraid I came across as a kid who was trying to impress an adult with how grown up she was.

Mrs. Lincoln looked at me in disbelief.

"A little girl like you all by herself? What was your mother thinking?" She starred more closely at me.

"And your all DIRTY! Look at the mess you've made of your pretty school uniform--- why, you've tracked mud all over the floor!‚"

I lost it a bit more at that point. It had been a tough day, and I had had just about enough of this "Cathy's a little girl" mix up.

"I'm not a little girl!" I yelled. "I'm CATHERINE Gallagher, Emily's older sister. I'm 19 years old and go to college! I tried on this uniform as a costume for a party and got a little dirty! So what! And by the way, you're here in my house without an invitation!"

As I said all this, I could see Mrs. Lincoln's eyes cloud over in anger. It was VERY apparent that she wasn't buying ANY of my story.

"Child" she said sternly. "I don't like being lied to. Little girls shouldn't make up stories. Now assuming its true your mother isn't here, do you know where the papers are that I need?"

Suddenly, she spied the box and envelope off to the side in the hall and bent down to pick the up.

"Oh! Here they are, I...."

I suppose it was the word "child" and (again) not being taken seriously as an adult that caused me to react as a did.

I stamped my foot down and with tugged again at the hem of my jumper. Cutting off Mrs. Lincoln in mid sentence, I yelled,

"Stop calling me a CHILD you old BAT!" I yelled. "Now get the hell of my house, I've got to get cleaned up!"

I stuck my tongue out for good measure. I thought if she was going to continue to mistake me for a child, she might as well get a little of the "brat" treatment.

Mrs. Lincoln's eyes flashed with anger. She froze in the middle of bending down. I could tell she didn't much like being called an old bat.

She straightened up and put her hands on her hips.

"Your mother asked me to come over and get the papers and that's what I'm trying to do, young lady." she said in a firm tone.

She was taller than I was, and I suddenly realized that she was no frail old lady.

"I have never seen such a disrespectful little girl in all my life." Mrs. Lincoln continued. "Look at the mess you've made of yourself why, your underwear is showing! Now stop this nonsense and all this lying or I'll take you over my knee! I'm going to speak to your mother about all this!"

I clenched my fists.

"I TOLD you, you old witch, I'm an ADULT. I'm NOT a little girl! Now, would you please take your stupid papers and LEAVE!"

I realized at the end of my little speech that I gone one step too far. Mrs. Lincoln grabbed me by the arm and started to propel me towards the couch in the living room.

"Young lady, you need a good spanking and now your going to get it!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was she really saying she was going to SPANK me?

"I'm not a young lady" I protested. "I'm not a little girl! I'm an ADULT! You can't spank me!"

I tried to pull away, but Mrs. Lincoln was indeed more than a match for me. The next thing I knew I was pulled over her knee on my stomach, my cotton pantied ass sticking up in the air.

Before I could say another word, Mrs. Lincoln began to spank me!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ohhh!"I cried. "You can't DO this to me! I'm not a little girl!"

I began to kick my legs as Mrs. Lincoln brought her hand up and down again on my little bottom.

"This is for your own good, young lady" said Mrs. Lincoln. "We're going to do something about that foul mouth and bad attitude of yours!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Tears of pain and embarrassment came to my eyes as I struggled on her lap.

I was a grown woman, and adult. Just this morning I was wearing high heels and pantyhose, moving about my grown up world in my big girl clothes. So how was it that I find myself over the knee of total stranger, wearing a school jumper and being mistaken for a child, being SPANKED?

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"This should teach you to lie to adults, young lady!"puffed Mrs. Lincoln

"OWWWWWWWW!"I wailed. "You're making a MISTAKE!"

"You're the one whose made a mistake, little girl!" thundered Mrs. Lincoln.

"I'm not a little girl, I'm not a little girl" I kept saying, as the humiliating spanking continued.

I gasped as I felt my cotton panties and tights being pulled down.

"Do you dare, you old crone! Don't you DARE spank my naked behind!" I cried.

Ignoring me, Mrs. Lincoln gave a tug and my panties came down faster than a flag at sunset.

"I can see you still haven't learned to keep a respectful tongue in your head, young lady!" said Mrs. Lincoln.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I only wish that I had a proper switch do this job properly!" said Mrs. Lincoln.

Again and again, I was spanked on my naked bottom. Finally, I cried out.

"OH please! I'm sorry I lied! I'll be a good little girl from now on!"

I couldn't believe the words I heard myself say. They just seemed to come from deep inside me. At that moment, there was no trace of the smug, grown up Catherine Gallagher. CATHY Gallagher, a naughty little girl had taken her place.

Mrs. Lincoln finally stopped spanking me. I was now a well chastised little girl.

I was told to stand up, and I did so, days of the week panties and tights at half mast. I started to pull them up over my sore bottom when stopped by Mrs. Lincoln.

"Leave those panties where they are child." she scolded. "We're not finished yet you've got some corner time coming!" She pointed to corner in the room and I waddled over, sniffling.

I couldn't believe what had happened to me I had been spanked! And now I was in a corner with my underpants pulled down, my well-spanked bottom on display, and all at the age of 19!

I stood there in that corner, pondering my fall from adulthood for almost 20 minutes. I could almost feel Mrs. Lincoln's eyes on my back, daring me to say something else.

I heard a car pull up and realized mom and Emily must be home!

Mrs. Lincoln told me to pull up my panties and tights. I did so, and started to make a break for my roomI didn't want mom or Emily to see me dressed like this.

However, Mrs. Lincoln stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"Let me GO, you BITCH!" I shouted.

My sense of timing was still intact, for I yelled that last just as mom and Emily came in the door.

My mother stopped short, her jaw opened wide in amazement. She took in the site of her 19 year old daughter wearing a school uniform and Mary-Janes, her hair up in pig tails and was speechless.

Emily on the other hand had no trouble finding her voice.

"Cathy's dressed like little girl, Cathy's dressed like a little girl!" she teased with glee. "Mom"she called, "Am I older than Cathy now?"

Emily came over and before I could stop her, lifted up the hem if dress.

"Look mom, she's wearing baby panties!"

"Just WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" mom demanded. She looked at Mrs. Lincoln.

"Evelyn, what's all this about?" she asked.

Before Mrs. Lincoln could speak, I blurted out my story. Mom and Emily stood there, wide-eyed in amazement. I left out the part about being disrespectful and getting spanked.

Mrs. Lincoln was finally getting the idea that I had been telling the truth earlier.

"Oh my" she said. "Your Cathy Gallagher and you really are 19? Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry dear. I just didn't realize. You certainly don't LOOK 19.

Mrs. Lincoln then related her side of the story, leaving out no details.

"You mean you actually SPANKED her?" squealed Emily with delight.

"Cathy got spanked! Cathy got spanked!" she sang out.

Mom told her to be quiet. She glared at me.

"Is this true young lady? I can't believe your behavior. Still, it sounds like you got what you deserved!"

She came over to me and looked hard at me in my childish jumper and tights.

"Oh my goodness" mom snickered, as she saw my days of the week panties peeking out from under the short hem of my dress.

"MOM!" I yelled.

She ignored me. Turning towards Mrs. Lincoln she said,

"Evelyn, I'm sorry about Cathy's behavior. You couldn't have known about all the rest. Don't think twice about this‚"

Mom looked at me.

"Cathy, apologize to Mrs. Lincoln..."

Apologize! This woman had SPANKED me! I was the one who had been wronged here!

However, I sensed that dressed as I was, my leverage and credibility were just about zero.

I looked down at my Mary Janed feet.

I'm sorry Mrs. Lincoln" I said in a small, contrite voice.

Emily giggled.

Mrs. Lincoln nodded at me and said,

"I accept dear--for my part I'm sorry for the misunderstanding..."

She gathered up the box and envelope. Mom spoke to her for a few moments in private. I heard both of them laughing and then Mrs. Lincoln left.

Mom came back and glared at me.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, young lady!" she said. "Look at you you're all dirty!"

Man she was really playing this little girl thing to the hilt.

"Emily" said mom. "Run a bath for Cathy..."

Emily laughed and ran towards the bathroom.

"Mom" I began.

Mom cut me off.

"I don't want to hear it, Cathy. I can't even leave the house without you causing some kind of problem. Do you know how embarrassing it is to come home and see my 19 year old daughter dressed as a schoolgirl a schoolgirl who has just been SPANKED by a woman who works in my office?"

I was about to retort that it was no less embarrassing to me. However, mom continued on.

"I have HAD it with your behavior and attitude! There are going to be a few changes around here, let me tell you! In fact, this whole incident has given me a very good idea. Now, I want you to go in to the bathroom and take a bath! Emily will help you and I don't want any trouble! If you think this afternoon was bad, just try my patience one more time!"

I couldn't believe she was talking to me this way like I was a little girl or something! It had to be the outfit I had to get out of this school uniform before she put me in diapers or something.

I didn't say anything. I took of my shoes and walked towards the bathroom.

Inside, I found Emily had filled the tub. I blushed when I saw the rubber duck and other bath toys floating in the steaming water.

"OH you look cute" teased Emily. "Not such the big grown up girl anymore, huh?"

"Shut up brat" I said. "I may be in a bit of trouble now, but I'm still bigger than you!

Before Emily could reply, mom called her out of the bathroom.

Grateful to be alone, I began to undress. What a relief to finally get out of that school uniform and little girl underwear! I was looking to getting back into my big clothes and adult panties let me tell you.

Naked, I lowered my still smarting bottom into the steaming water. I soaked for a bit, even playing with the rubber duck.

The door opened and mom and Emily came in.

"Hey! What's the big idea!"I yelled.

"I thought you'd might need some help" said mom sternly. She carried a bottle of shampoo.

I was about to protest, but I saw the look on her face. When mom is in one of her moods, you don't argue.

I sulked as she wet my hair and began to shampoo me in the tub. Emily sat on the john and watched.

I then noticed that that the suds from the shampoo were brown! My mother was coloring my hair!

"MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"I yelled.

"You'll be quiet if you know what's good for you, Cathy"she said.

I took her advice, a small shudder of fear going up my spine. What did she have planned for me?

Mom finished with the shampoo and left. I was more than a little anxious about my hair.

"Mom said for me to help you" said Emily smirking.

I sat in the tub, mortified while Emily helped to give me a bath.

"Don't get any ideas, Emily" I hissed. "I'm still older than you and don't forget it..."

"From the looks of things I wouldn't be too sure of that anymore!" laughed Emily.

She picked up the washcloth and rubbed my arm.

"Rub a dub dub, Cathy's a little girl in the tub!" she taunted. "HEY!" She said. "You're not so big up top I'm bigger than you are!"

I tried to cover my chest.

"Mommy!" I yelled. "Emily's teasing me!"

"You girls knock it off!" called mom. "Emily, help Cathy out of the tub and bring her in to her room..."

I shook Emily's arm off as I got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the mirror.

"OH!" I said. My beautiful blond hair was now a mousy brown! I looked like a dork with this color! Also, the freckles that I painted on earlier were still visible on my face.

I didn't have time to ponder my new look, as mom called me in to my room. I went, Emily right behind me.

I stopped short at the sight of mom in my room, a pile of underwear and clothes on the floor in front of her. I also saw several packages of unopened pantyhose.

"Hey, I cried, "What's the big idea? What's going on here?"

"I'm confiscating these grown up clothes to make a point young lady" said mom.

Before I could protest she held up her hand for silence. I didn't dare challenge her while she was in this mood.

"Cathy, I'm tired of fighting and arguing with you about your attitude. You're moody, disrespectful, you tease your sister, and you don't listen to a thing I say."

She paused before going on.

"I think I finally see how to handle your attitude problem. Here's the deal--- your adulthood is officially revoked until further notice. From this moment on, you're 12 years old and that's how you'll be treated. Emily is now your older sister so you'll have to mind her. No more car, no more cell phone, no credit cards, no grown up clothes, and no makeup. I think a week or so as a little girl will make you see the error of your ways..."

"MOM!"I protested, standing there in just a towel. "You CAN'T do this to me! I have classes next weekI have a job! I'm not a child! I'm 19!"

Mom was unmoved. She just looked set and said,

"You'll have to call in sick at work and miss classes next week. I'm warning you Cathy- give me any problems and we'll make the arrangement permanent how would you like to go to school at Brinmar with Emily?"

Emily giggled at this.

Mom swung on her.

"And YOU had better behave as well, young lady, and not tease your sister---it was that kind of nonsense that landed Cathy in the trouble she's in. I think we still have some of those diapers from when you had that bed- wetting problem a few years ago. Do I make myself clear?"

Emily just gulped.

"Yes Ma'am" she squeaked.

Mom looked back at me.

"Understand?" she said.

"Yes Ma'am" I whispered.

It was at this point that mom dropped the other shoe.

I think we'll all go to the mall tonight. Cathy, you can wear your school uniform..."

"MOM!" I protested. EVERYONE will see me!"

It was true. We live in a rather small college town, and the mall was the center of social activity. It had the only movie theatre. There was more than a good chance that my friends would be thereafter all, I was supposed to meet Miranda and Josie. There was also a very real possibility of running in to Kim and Brad.

"Everyone is SUPPOSED to see you, Cathy. That's part of your punishment. Any objections?"

I was crushed. My humiliation was going to be total. Mom was determined to teach me a lesson I would never forget. Tough Love can be a BITCH let me tell you.

Mom gathered up all my adult underwearmy push up bra's, my silken panties, my pantyhoseeven my high heelsand left the room. She came back a few moments later empty handed.

Emily fixed my hair in pigtails now a true mousy brown from the coloring shampoo. Before I knew it, I was back in little girl underwear. This time it was a set that was similar to the one I had been wearing earlier with one exceptionboth the vest and panties had a blue flower pattern on them. I must have been an old set of Emily's.

Of course, the panties were "days of the week" these particular panties had "Saturday" stenciled on the leg. How appropriate I thought.

In no time, I was back dressed head to toe as a schoolgirl, just like I had been earlier.

Emily said little, but I could see her gloating. She was certainly enjoying my humiliating fall.

I moped about in my room, reluctant to come out. I was finally called out by my mother and got the shock of my life.

There stood in Emily in my business suit! She was even wearing hose and heels!

I couldn't believe it she looked so adult, so much older than her 13 years. Worse, she filled out my suit better than I didshe wore my clothes better!

I began to sputter with anger.

"You take that suit off RIGHT NOW!" I yelled, stamping my foot.

"Geez, what a baby!" said Emily, smiling smugly in MY clothes.

My mom looked at me and said,

"Now settle down Cathy it's only fair after all, you're wearing Emily's school uniform..."

I was mortified. I remembered this afternoon when I had come home and teased Emily about her PE uniform. I had felt so superior in my fashionable business suit.

Now our positions were reversed. We had switched places! Now I was the geeky little girl in a dorky uniform, and Emily was wearing the chic, grown up clothes!

Everyone was soon ready, and we all went out to the car. I thought of making another appeal to mom, but when I saw she carried a tote bag, I remained silent. I had the distinct feeling I didn't want to find out what was in that bag.

As we approached the car, Emily said,

"Youngest has to sit in the back!"

I groaned. We had a family rule that the youngest always had to sit in the back. I had graduated to the front seat when Tom had left for college. It was a promotion I'd never thought I'd lose, that was for sure.

I said nothing as mom settled me in the back seat and buckled my seat belt for me, just the way she did when I was smaller. I blushed when she handed me a teddy bear.

"Here you go, sweetheart" she said, kissing me on the forehead. It was funnyI knew she really loved about me and wanted what was best for me even if I had to be humiliated in the process!

Knowing this didn't make my predicament any easier, though.

I pouted in the back seat of the car, clutching my teddy bear. I had officially been demoted to the status of a schoolgirl. Just this morning I had been a fully vested adult, with access to all the trapping of adulthood a car, cell phone, high heels, make-up, silken panties, and pantyhose. Now I was just a child, a girl with skinny legs wearing a too short school jumper that allowed her childish underpants to be seen, under the firm control of her now OLDER sister and mother.

In the front seat, I could see Emily smirking. She was enjoying all this, the brat. Some how, some way, I would make her pay for all this. A part of me realized that my humiliating reduction back to little girlhood wasn't all her fault, but she certainly had plans to capitalize on it. Wearing my business suit was only the first step, I was sure of it!

We pulled in the parking lot of the mall and I inwardly groaned. Just this morning I had been here as an adult, in my sophisticated big girl clothes, a young woman in command of her own affairs. Now I was back as a little girl, a pantied exposed child with no adult rights. I felt a sense of unreality wash over me.

I was reluctant to leave the car. I decided to make a last ditch appeal and throw myself on the mercy of the "court”my mother.

"Mom" I whined, my voice wavering and sounding higher than I intended. "Please--- don't make me do this. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry I was bad before and disrespectful. But I'm a grown up if anyone sees me dressed like this I'll be a laughingstock!"

Laughingstock was right. My reputation was ruined. Kim would see to that. However, the incident on the driveway this afternoon did have a plausible explanation it *MIGHT* be possible to live that down with time. However, if anyone else saw me walking around the mall in a school jumper and Mary-Janes, there would be no explaining it away.

Mom wasn't having any of it. She turned around to look at me from the front seat, her eyes hard.

"Cathy, I told you back at the house I'm FED UP with your attitude and behavior. You've been acting little a spoiled little girl for MONTHS now, and I'm tired of it. Perhaps this little lesson will remind you that adulthood is PRIVLIDGE that can be revoked at least in our household..."

Mom's eyes were blazing. She was dead serious and I knew that no appeal for mercy would be granted. This execution was going forward. Before I could say anything else, mom went on,

"And another thing, Cathy you WILL be on your best behaviorno acting up. I don't care what happens, or who you might see. You'll be a well-behaved little girl and mind your sister and me. If you give me any nonsense, I'll extend your time as child and enroll you as Emily's younger sister at Brinmar I mean that..."

I swallowed hard. She meant it. I didn't doubt that she would find a way to make it work. She was very close with the staff at the school and a lawyer to boot.

"I'll be good, mommy" I squeaked. Emily giggled at that.

"You'd better be" said mom.

I thought of the tote bag.

We all got out of the car and began walking towards the mall entrance. I was taking small steps, trying to hold the hem of my jumper down, in a futile attempt to keep my childish white cotton underpants from showing.

What a difference from only this morning, I thought to myself. Just several hours ago, I strode through this very parking lot in my hose and heels, my ass in silken panties and a fashionable business suit.

We came to the entrance and went in. Emily was smiling, looking so fashionable and grown up.

"Now don't touch or ask for anything, Cathy" mom admonished me.

I flushed.

My Mary Janes didn't make nearly the impressive sound on the granite floor as did the sound of Emily's high heels MY heels!

We passed the boutique where I workedfortunately, no one took any notice of me. I looked in the front window and saw a mannequin wearing a business power suit. I also saw my reflection and groaned at the sight of the mousy haired schoolgirl that I'd become. What difference from this morning!

The mannequin seemed to mock me. There it was in a fashionable business suit while I was just a little girl, wearing a school jumper, stripped of grown up clothes and the privileges of adulthood.

I took small steps, desperately trying to keep my underpants from showing with every step. It was a battle I was losing.

"Hurry up!" said Emily.

We soon came to the food court and movie theatre. I groaned. This was the moment of truth. I prayed for a lucky break and hoped no one I knew would be around.

The movie theatre was located in a corner on the far wall. There was also a play area for children in the middle of the food court. It had swings, a small jungle gym, and a big slide. There was also a small fountain in the center, where you could throw coins in and make a wish. At that point, I wished I had about a million dollars worth of quarters.

I glanced around and moaned. At a nearby table sat Kim and Brad, along with Cindy, Kim's younger sister. Cindy was 10, and in my opinion, a bigger brat than Emily. Worse, she had the personality of a miniature Kim.

Things went from bad to worse when I spotted Miranda and Josie at another table, along with about half a dozen people I went to college with.

Miranda and Josie saw me first.

"CATHY!" exclaimed Miranda, taking in the site of me in public, dressed like a schoolgirl.

"OH my GOD!" she continued. "Mrs. Gallagher, what's going on?"

Josie had come over and was looking in frank disbelief at my childish outfit.

Mom quickly explained about my punishment. I just stood there like a dork, pigeon toed with my panties peeking out and my hands wringing the front of my jumper.

Miranda stood there and listened with shock on her face. However, I could see something else in her eyes as well. She was enjoying this!

"I might ask you to babysat Cathy at some time" said mom to Miranda.

"MOM!" I protested, blushing beat red. The thought of my best friend, a young woman the same age as I was, actually BABYSITTING me was almost too much to bear!

Before any one else could say anything, Kim, Cindy, and Brad came over. Great I thought, let's make it a party.

"CATHY!" gushed Kim. "I see your all cleaned up! Costume, huh? You look so pretty in that outfit!"

To my horror, she lifted up the hem of my jumper.

"I can see you finally got the day of the week right" she teased, commenting on my days of the week panties.

"I see London, I see Francis, I see someone's underpantses!" sang out Cindy.

"You shut up you little BRAT!" I yelled at Cindy.

I saw Brad look at me and frown. It was clear he no longer saw me in any romantic light. I was now just some weird geek who was being punished by her mother.

"Cathy" said my mother sternly, "What did I tell you about behaving yourself? I'll spank you here and now if you're not polite. Now why don't you say you're sorry to Cindy..."

I knew I had better do it.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Cindy" I said in a small voice, my hands grasping the hem of my jumper.

"Why don't you girls go play on the swings." suggested my mother.

"Good idea" said Miranda. "I'll take them Mrs. Gallagher."

My mind flashed back to the afternoon, when I thought I had been an adult, playing dress up in the living room. I remembered how Miranda had said she wanted to "take charge of me" and bring me down to the park to play on the swings. Now that scenario was a reality!

I caught a look in Miranda's eyesshe obviously wanted to say something to me.

I let her lead me away. I heard Kim snicker as she saw my underpants peeking out from my school uniform

"Be careful of your dress little girl" she admonished. "Polite young lady's don't go running around with their underpants showing!"

I flushed beat red. Once we were a little distance away, Miranda said,

"What the heck is going on, Cathy? I can't believe your out in public dressed like that! and why is Emily is wearing your suit?"

I quickly told her what had transpired after she had left the house that afternoon. Cindy, meanwhile, was tugging my arm.

"Let's go on the slide, let's go the slide" she kept saying.

I didn't really mean to push her. I really didn't. I just wanted her to stop pulling at me so I could talk to Miranda in peace for a moment.

Suddenly Cindy began yelling. I could see mom look over with a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry I pushed you, Cindy" I said meekly, hoping she would quiet down before mom came over.

"Why don't you girls go on the slide" said Miranda, loudly for my mother's benefit. She was on my side, but I could tell she was relishing this newfound authority over me.

The last thing I wanted was to go on the swings like some little kid, especially with everyone watching. However, it seemed I didn't have much of a choice.

With Cindy, I approached the ladder of the slide. I was wondering how I was going to go down without everyone seeing more of my childish panties than they already had.

Mom and Emily looked on as I climbed the ladder to the slide, Cindy right behind me. Miranda and Josie stood off to the side, pointing and whispering. Kim and Brad and the rest of their crowd hooted and hollered.

"Be careful little girl." called out Kim. "Make sure your panties don't show..."

Flushing, I tugged again at my jumper.

I was now at the top of the slide. I sat down facing forward, my hands locked on the poles on either side.

"C'mon" said Cindy, impatient behind me. "What's the hold up?"

The hold up was me, trying to get in to proper position. I hadn't slide down a slide in years, much less in a school jumper. I figured everyone had seen enough of my cotton underpants for one day.

I pulled the hem of my jumper down one last time. As I did, Cindy gave me a push from behind. Startled, I twisted around and with my one free hand grabbed at the pole.

"Hey!" I cried. "What's the big idea...don't PUSH!"

Cindy just ignored me. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my peter pan blouse and part of the right shoulder of my jumper. She was going to push me down the slide!

I twisted around and faced her on my stomach, my head now facing the top of the slide with one hand holding the pole and the other flailing around at Cindy. I was hoping to get her to let me go.

She stood there, looming over me on the stair rungs of the slide.

"Time for you to GO!" she said. She leaned forward and with her free hand, uncurled my hand from the pole.

At this point, I was kicking my legs, and I knew that my bottom had come out from under the hem of the jumper. I was once again showing a lot of little girl cotton panty.

I let go of the pole and began to slide downwards. The movement took Cindy by surprise and she was pulled forward. She was still holding on to the shoulder of my blouse and jumper.

To my horror, I felt my jumper and blouse pull up. Gravity took over and the top button of my blouse popped. I kept going downwards, while my blouse and jumper stayed with Cindy.

I felt the garments pull up over my head, and then I sliding down freely in just my childish underwear, Mary Janes, and tights!

Reaching the bottom, I looked up to see Cindy holding my jumper and blouse.

"EEEEEKKKKKKK!" I cried, standing up, my hands trying to cover my little girl's shame.

My hands first went to my flat chest, trying to hide the fact that I was so small up top that I didn't really need a bra.

As before, the vest accented my little bulging stomach, giving me a round, little girl's tummy.

My hands then went to the side of my tight, thick cotton training panties, the briefs providing coverage but illustrating my flat ass and lack of curves.

I turned to the side, half-crouching down, in an attempt to make myself smaller. Panicked, I turned completely around, my hands crossed, palms up across my flowered cotton pantied little bottom.

OH! OH! I cried, tears streaming down my face. People were laughing at the little girl in her just her underwear. Kim held her sides, laughing so hard that tears of her own came down her face.

Mom and Emily stood there slack jawed in amazement. I could see in Brad's eyes that he knew there was nothing about me that could possibly be of interest to him. I was devastated!

I stood there screaming, my hand making a futile attempt to hide my schoolgirl shame.

There I was in the middle of the mall, surrounded by family, friends, and rivals, wearing only little girl's underwear and looking like a complete geek.

Cindy came down the ladder with my jumper and blouse and came towards me. I'm afraid my embarrassment and humiliation got the best of me, as I rushed up to her and hit her across the mouth.

Cindy cried out and fell backwards. I reached down for my jumper when I felt me arm grabbed. It was Mom.

"Young lady, just WHAT do you think you're doing! How dare you hit that child! I saw the whole thingit was an accident!"

An accident like hell! Crying, I tried to pull away.

"Let me GO" I yelled. "I'm going home! Enough is enough! You're a BITCH for doing this to me!"

It was the wrong thing to say. Furious, my mother sat down on the lip of the nearby fountain and pulled me across her lap. Before I could do or say anything more, she started spanking me in my underwear, in front of everyone!

I was 19 years old, wearing little girl's underwear in a public place, getting spanked by my mother in front of all my friends, my little sister, and my rival!

"OWWWWWWWWWW!" I cried out, kicking my legs and squirming on my mother's lap.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mom's hand came down on my underpanted ass again and again.

"Naughty little girl!" my mother said in fury. "Now you're going to get what you've been asking for!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"OWWWWWW! Mommy, I'm sorry! Please stop spanking me!"I cried out.

"Spank her little heine!"yelled out Kim.

"Yeah, pull her panties down!" chimed in Brad.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I couldn't believe the pain! My small ass was on fire!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I..... have......never.......seen... such... a............ RECALCITRINT little girl!" my mom thundered, taking deep breaths as she continued to spank me in front of everyone.

Mom didn't even pause or slow down. As her hand came down again and again, she said,

"Imagine...... a little girl like you trying to wear high heels and pantyhose--- and makeup! Those days are behind you, young lady, let me assure you!"

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I felt mom pull down panties and tights! I really started to squirm then, kicking my legs and flailing my arms.

"NO!" I cried out, "Mommy please! Don't pull my panties down in front of everyone! Don't spank me on my naked behind!"

Again, it was the wrong thing to say.

"Don't tell me how to give a spanking, young lady!" said mom.

I then felt my panties tugged down. My bottom was already red, but as I was to find out, it was about to get redder!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The spanking continued, my flat ass turning a deep shade of red as each spank rang out like a pistol shot.

I really began bawling then, and I was dimly aware of the laughter around me. Finally, mom stopped spanking me.

She let me off her lap, and I stood up, my cotton training panties pulled down low on my hips.

I ignored the shouts and teasing around meall I could think of was the stinging, burning pain in my well spanked little bottom. I had to put this fire out!

I stepped over to the fountain, and to the jeers and laughter of the crowd, sat down on the lip, my ass dipped in the water. I know it was just an illusion, but I swear I could almost here the steam rising from the water as my hot ass made contact with the cool water.

I didn't have long to enjoy the cool water because my mom came over, tote bag in hand.

She pulled me to my feet and yanked up my panties and tights. She then grabbed me by the ear and dragged me off to the girl's bathroom.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWW! Mommmy!" I cried out.

With Emily, Miranda, Josie, Cindy, and Kim right behind us, we entered the bathroom.

I couldn't believe it when my mother took my over to the baby's changing station. She couldn't possibly be thinking of DIAPERING me, could she?

Before I knew what was happening, I was lifted up and placed on the cold plastic table. Mom pulled my panties and tights down.

I began to struggle, however, I knew it was futile.

"Stop that fussing this instant!" said mom.

"What a cranky baby!" said Kim, laughing.

I didn't want to wear a diaper, but I knew mom was determined.

Mom took a pair scissors and cut my panties off. I was told to raise my bottom and felt a disposable diaper being slid in to place.

I squealed when my still hot flat ass cheeks came into contact with the thirsty pads.

Mom got out some powder and sprinkled it all over my crotch.

"We'll have to do something about that hair when we get home" she said.

"Sugar and spite, and diaper her tight." teased Kim.

I began to cry as I felt the diaper being drawn up snug and taped shut. I was back in diapers!

Where were my silken panties, my sleek pantyhose? Just this morning I was a pretty young woman at the height of her adulthood. So how was it that I now found myself on a baby's changing station, wearing a disposable diaper and being teased by a rival?

Mom then put me in snap on plastic pants, sealing me up in my babyish shame.

"OH!"I cried. "Diapers are so hot and sticky!"

I couldn't believe the feeling. The diaper and plastic pants were kissing me bottom, claiming me.

I was then told to stand up, and I cringed when I heard the crinkling sound. I looked over at Miranda, who only shrugged her shoulders. I could tell that she was starting to think of me as just a naughty, backward little girl who had needed to be diapered.

My tights were pulled up, and I was given back my jumper. My thickly diapered bottom bulged out from under the hem, clearly visible to everyone!

Everyone was laughing at me, the newly diapered little girl.

"It's time for this little baby to go home to bed!" announced my mother.

I was handed the teddy bear, which I clutched. A pacifier was stuck in my mouth. Mom grabbed me by my ear and again and marched me back through the mall, humiliated in diapers.

I suppose I could go on, but that's about enough for now.

True to her word, mom terminated my adulthood on a permanent basis and enrolled me at Brinmar Academy. My first day is tomorrow. I'll be going in to the eight grade as Emily's little sister! We have truly switched places and I'm told if I don't behave and be a good little girl, I'll be involved with a switch of a different nature one held in the hand of the teacher!