Shaking, I respectfully curtsied and begged “Auntie Dearest” for forgiveness. “But Auntie Dear, why must I go out of the house?” I pleaded for her to reconsider. You can't do that!" I was never spanked before. I didn't want to find out what it felt like at all. But, I was sure she was bluffing.

I never had an orgasm from any of the spankings I got, but for days after I'd be thinking about it. What I'm trying to say, is your not abnormal or anything, in fact I bet it's more common than people would like to admit. After that I didn't dare say another word, and Monsieur Henri and his staff busily went to work on me. Mrs. Fairchild was also having her hair and nails done, and I watched from my chair as the manicurist shaped the Landlady's fingernails into long talons and painted them a deep lavender. I looked down at my own nails, that had now been polished a coral pink as Monsieur Henri worked on my dye-job and permanent. Soon my hair was being tightly rolled and I joined the Landlady under a large hairdryer. She smiled smugly at me and reached over, tracing a line down my arm with her freshly polished index finger. Kiss it.” I hesitated, and she pressed it against my lips. Almost involuntarily I planted a kiss on the cold metal. Satisfied, she pulled me to my feet, the nightgown falling and hiding my shame. She reached for the pink satin panties and held them out. Without a word I took them, stepped into them and pulled them up to my waist. Smiling, she pushed me into my chair where my cereal still waited.I haven't had sex before but I know what it feels like to be turned on, and I was definitely turned on.

She was in disbelief, but not angry, “You used chloroform on me!? I wouldn’t have guessed you even knew what that was… wow you really got me!”Your not having sex yet, so you don't actually have to do anything about it. If you have dreams or fantasies about being spanked, please don't get upset or feel dirty. You are normal, and your desires are normal. Corporal punishment?" I was unfamiliar with the term. "It means that they can spank you at school. And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too. I also expect only straight A's from you. Do you follow?" There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in.

It took me a long time to fall asleep. Spending my first night in this strange new bedroom in nothing but a frilly nightgown had me on pins and needles, the fabric causing a constant state of arousal that I could do nothing to relieve. What was I doing? I made up my mind that I had better get out of this situation--I had not been able to even think about working on my paper, let alone plug in my computer, and I didn't see that changing anytime soon. Mrs. Fairchild obviously had an agenda that I didn't understand at all. Finally I drifted into a fitful sleep.

Tell Auntie that you want to wear pwetty dainty frilly dresses every day cupcake, hmmmmmmmm?” Suddenly her hand was gripping the bulge of my rubber trainers while the other hand worked the pacifier furiously in and out of my wet mouth. As she continued to squeeze my diaper and rubber covered pen-s I could feel another orgasm building inside me. I frantically tried to supress it, but when I couldn't turn away from the beautiful face of the Landlady, her eyes drilling into mine and her lips now parted in a wide smile as her hands worked away. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?” With that, she lowered my underpants to my ankles. I didn't like this concept one bit. I started to protest. Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand.