The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. Mr. Jenkins seemed to understand. He gave her a wry smile and then turned and left. When he gone Robin found herself fighting down terror. She felt more humiliated than ever spinning around naked and red-bottomed with no one to see her but an empty office. Eternity was having new meaning for Robin Toole as she began to cry again. The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” Then he lit a Silk Cut and started answering Nicholas Parsons' questions. He was good at general knowledge, and he got all but one right. Why, as far as she knew, she'd also been the first person in Nottingham to get the magnetic soap dish. The magnet soaps were a little dearer than normal soaps but, with the smart little pansy transfers, they made the most ideal guest soaps. Not that Mrs Pike ever had any guests - she wasn't really a people person, never had been, she preferred the TV.

Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. We laughed, and mom handed me a box to unwrap. Shaking it first, I held it up to my ear. “I hope it’s not fine china,” I said. “There’s no sound of breakage.”When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. I have shamed myself and this company. I accept that there must be consequences for such behavior and I am willing to be subjected to them, Mr. Jenkins." Her voice did not betray even a hint of the butterflies swimming in her stomach. Outwardly she projected the same professionalism her employer had come to expect from her. If only she had maintained that resolve ealier in the day none of what was to come would have been necessary.

The vet asked Mrs Pike if she'd like to have a few moments alone with the dog to say goodbye, but she snapped her handbag open and shut and said she couldn't see the point. She must have looked distressed or something, because the vet put his big hand on her shoulder, moved it slowly up and down. Robin was breathing hard as she tried to control her self. Stretched out as she was she new her entire body was on display for everyone in the office to see. Worse her toes were barely touching the floor and she couldn't stop the slow spinning motion the cable was forcing, so her body was slowly spinning in a circle as if to display her to every corner of the room. She tried to withdraw into herself and ignore the physical state she was in, but her thoughts betrayed her and she was crying only a few moments into her two hours of shameful exposure waiting for the final part of her punishmet which would be a spanking while hanging there for all to see and witness.Lily..." she said, "come here, your punishment hasn't finished yet." I didn't move or say anything. There was a moment of silence, and her face softened. "You're doing really good sweetie, and we're almost finished here. But I'm gonna remind you that if you don't obey me I'll have to give you another spanking later" Mrs Pike felt a flutter of pride at the base of her throat. Or was it the cheese so late at night? On the pouffe at her feet, Gretchen snorted in her sleep.

I'm okay....I just.." I started. I didn't get to finish because my principal called us both into her office. I got up and followed Megan inside. I'm sorry," said the man, who was ever so young - even younger than Geoffrey. "Would you like to sit down. Only we've some very bad news for you, I'm afraid." Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”I was then hugged by each of the women in turn. My maiden Aunt Beth likes a kiss on the cheek, which I delivered, and in the clinch my sister whispered, “Happy Birthday, little brother.” Those words used to really yank my chain when we were younger. Now, we just laugh. Sis is nineteen, but she inherited mom’s genes instead of dad’s. She tops me by a couple inches and is built like… Well, her future husband will have no complaints about Sis’ endowments. Her vivacious smile spun their evening into action. She teased captivating stories from the Davenports about starting their company. Their conversation bounced along, despite the Davenports being older. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen.