18 AGAIN
by
Joe Whatever
A 29-YEAR-OLD PROFESSIONAL WOMAN IS MISTAKEN FOR A TEENAGER...AND
SUFFERS THE CONSEQUENCES. THE ORIGINAL GOT SOME POSITIVE FEEDBACK,
SO HERE IS AN EXPANDED VERSION....
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"Thanks again for helping out with Patty," Martha said.
"My pleasure," Mr. Patterson replied. "Maybe you should send
Stephanie over next. I almost hit her with my car this morning.
But, when I scolded her for jaywalking, the little delinquent
SASSED me!"
Stephanie had been sitting on the family room floor reading a
magazine, deliberately ignoring Mr. Patterson's conversation
with her sister Martha. But the reference to her argument with
Mr. Patterson that morning caught the 29-year-old doctor's
attention.
The suburban street they lived on was normally quiet, and she
had impatiently cut Patterson's absurd lecture on "jaywalking"
short. "If you're going to drive down a residential street at
triple the speed limit, you should look where you're going
instead of fiddling with the radio, you crazy old geezer!"
she had snapped.
The "crazy old geezer" part wasn't really necessary; Patterson
wasn't THAT old -- late 50s, maybe. But Stephanie had enjoyed
making the man flush beet red with anger.
But, as she sat on the kitchen floor with her angry neighbor
glaring down on her, Stephanie was puzzled. "Delinquent?"
Stephanie thought. "I'm 29 years old! Is he crazy? And why
would Martha send me over to HIS house?"
Stephanie didn't understand, but she remained silent until the old
man left.
Martha explained. When her daughter, Patty, misbehaved, Martha
sent her to Mr. Patterson's house for a spanking.
Stephanie was shocked. She knew that her 19-year-old niece was
still spanked; in fact, she frequently teased the embarrassed
girl about the juvenile punishments. But she was shocked that
her sister delegated the task. "Mr. Patterson is quite adept
at spanking naughty teenagers, and a number of the parents in
the neighborhood use his services," Martha explained. "Patty is
impressed by his skills; her behavior has improved dramatically
since we started sending her across the street."
Martha smiled. "I think the added embarrassment of dropping her
pants in front of a male neighbor is an excellent deterrent."
Stephanie swallowed hard. During their argument this morning,
she had felt Mr. Patterson's eyes running up and down her bare
legs. The thought of undressing in front of that lecher was
just too humiliating to contemplate....
But she was still confused. "What was that crack about sending
ME over next?" she asked.
"Mr. Patterson just met you this morning, Sis," Martha explained.
"He knows you're my little sister, but he doesn't realize you're a
29-year-old M.D.," she chuckled. "You're sitting on the floor
barefoot, dressed in cutoff jeans and a half t-shirt reading
'Rolling Stone.' He thinks you're a spoiled, smart-mouth teenager.
And, from your attitude and demeanor, it's obvious that you're a
discipline problem; he was just offering to help out," Martha
shrugged.
Stephanie shivered as she realized what "helping out" would
entail....
"It isn't complicated," Martha explained, nonchalantly. "I would
jot down a note detailing why you should be punished and how I
wanted the punishment carried out. You would run the note over
to Mr. Patterson's, and he'd tan your fanny. No big deal,
really...."
Stephanie sat on the floor dumbfounded. Her sister's tone was
routine, as if she were describing a trivial errand. Could a
casual note from Martha really transform her into just another
notch on Mr. Patterson's belt?
She felt a tingly feeling in her bottom as Martha's words burned
in her mind: "No big deal, really...."
She was thrilled and horrified at the same time. She had discussed
her spanking fantasies with her sister, but the very aspects of the
fantasy that thrilled her the most -- the loss of control and the
humiliation -- had prevented the mature and aloof professional
woman from realizing her dream.
Martha read her sister's mind and had a wicked thought. She knew
about Stephanie's fantasies. Since her snotty sister insisted on
dressing like a naughty teenager, why not treat her like one?
"You shouldn't sass your elders!" Martha said, sharply.
Stephanie was shocked. But then she smiled knowingly. Could her
sister be thinking the same thing she was? The next statement
removed all doubt.
"I'm going to write you a punishment note to take to Mr. Patterson,
Missy!" Martha said, crisply.
With that one fateful sentence, Stephanie's entire world instantly
changed. All her accomplishments -- the perfect grades in college,
the hard work in med school, the grueling internship and grinding
residency, and the respect of her colleagues -- vanished in an
instant. Dr. Stephanie was suddenly a naughty 18-year-old,
shuddering in anticipation of an overdue and richly-deserved
chastisement.
But she hesitated as she remembered the way the dirty old man had
ogled her. "Wh-what if he decides to pull down my jeans...or even
worse, my-my UNDERPANTS? He thinks I'm just a kid," she whined.
"Without you there, I'd be completely defenseless."
"Yes, you will," Martha mused, clearly relishing her newfound
authority. "But maybe you should have thought of that BEFORE you
lipped off this morning, Missy!" she added in a patronizing voice.
She smiled down at her nervous sister. "The punishment is working
already," she observed, chuckling. "You don't look so sassy now!"
Martha was amused by Stephanie's predicament. She was going to
enjoy stripping her snotty little sister of her adult rights and
privileges and leaving her at the mercy of Mr. Patterson. A
shameful and humiliating session over Patterson's knee would be
the perfect way to take her wealthy, spoiled sibling down a peg
or two....
Martha knew her sister would genuinely benefit from the discipline
that Patterson offered. "This punishment will be for your own
good, and I think you should try to learn from it," Martha said,
earnestly. "Your arrogant attitude and tendency to delegate menial
tasks to others may work at the hospital, but they make you very
difficult to live with. We love it when you visit us, for example,
but you shouldn't expect us to wait on you hand and foot."
Martha's tone became increasingly strident as she began lecturing
Stephanie on her past transgressions. By the time Martha began
writing the punishment note, Stephanie could tell her sister was
genuinely angry.
Stephanie fidgeted helplessly as she watched her stern, unsmiling
sister carefully compose the detailed instructions for her
punishment. Although she couldn't read the note, Stephanie did
manage to see a few phrases: "spoiled," "smart mouth," "lazy,"
"disrespectful," "corner time," "embarrassment," and "real tears."
But, worst of all, Stephanie saw that her notoriously strict and
uncompromising sister had capitalized and repeatedly underlined
two ominous words:
BARE BOTTOM
"Bare bottom?" Stephanie thought. "It has to be a mistake! I AM
an adult, after all!"
When Stephanie asked to read the note, Martha smiled grimly.
"You'll find out the contents soon enough, young lady." She
crisply sealed the envelope and handed it over.
Stephanie stared down nervously at the sinister, sealed letter.
It was hard to believe that the innocuous-looking scrap of paper
that she now held in her trembling hands could casually strip
away her adulthood...her pride...her dignity....
If she wasn't careful, that harmless-looking scrap of paper might
even strip her right out of her skimpy shorts and panties.
Her bottom cheeks tensed and flexed in nervous anticipation as she
stared helplessly at the fateful letter.
She decided to try a different tack. Her outfit was perfect for a
hot summer day; short cutoff blue jeans, a midriff-baring t-shirt,
and sandals that she slipped off whenever she came indoors. But
it definitely lacked gravity, and Stephanie realized that, in fact,
it made her look like a bratty teenage tease.
"Maybe I should change into my business suit...or at least get rid
of this pony tail," she suggested.
"I think you're dressed perfectly for the occasion," her sister
said. "As a matter of fact, I think you should leave your purse
and sandals here. I wouldn't want you to get any ideas about
running off, or jumping in a cab, or using your cell phone to
call for help."
Stephanie winced. Without her purse, she would have no way of
proving her age. Her grinning sister was going to send her over
to Mr. Patterson's barefoot, half-naked, and penniless.
"Don't worry, Sis," Martha said, playfully. "The only thing you'll
need is my note; Mr. Patterson will take care of the rest."
Stephanie felt like a prisoner walking the last mile as she carried
the portentious letter across the street. The tar on the street
burned her bare feet, and she could hear Martha laughing behind
her as she quickly scampered across the hot surface toward Mr.
Patterson's house.
As she scurried up the walk, she noticed the mailman delivering
some stuff to the house next door. He smiled politely and nodded,
and she nervously smiled back.
But as soon as he saw the sealed envelope in her hand, his face
broke into a grin. "Special delivery, young lady?" he teased.
He rubbed his bottom and winced in mock sympathy before bursting
into laughter.
Stephanie grimaced. A few hours ago she would have told the
hateful civil servant exactly what he could do with his mailbag.
But she was no longer a confident and self-assured adult; she was
now a naughty teenager desperate to minimize her punishment.
She desperately wanted to respond, but Martha had harshly scolded
her about her "attitude," and she was terrified of what Mr.
Patterson would do if he caught her "sassing" the mocking mailman
in front of his house.
So she humbly bowed her head and bit her lip as she hurried on
towards Mr. Patterson's front door.
She carefully hid the note behind her back before ringing the
doorbell.
"What are YOU doing here?" Mr. Patterson said, coldly, gazing
down at her.
Too embarrassed to even make eye contact, she stared at her bare
feet as she awkwardly shifted her weight from foot to foot. After
several seconds, she retrieved the note from its hiding place and
reluctantly surrendered it to Mr. Patterson.
His angry expression changed into a grin the instant the nervous
girl revealed the sealed envelope. "Well, well, well," he said,
mockingly. "It seems Martha has decided to take me up on my offer
of avuncular discipline. How delightful. I must say, I'm looking
forward to teaching you some manners, young lady."
As he opened the door and ushered her into the kitchen, she kept
repeating to herself, "I'm too old to have my pants taken down
for a spanking. I'm too old to have my pants taken down for a
spanking...."
But the years melted away as Mr. Patterson lowered the trembling
girl's cutoffs and took her over his knee....
The panties with the tiny purple dinosaurs had looked cute in the
store. But, when Mr. Patterson chuckled, Stephanie realized to
her horror that her underwear selection had inadvertently but
undeniably proved that she was NOT too old for an "underpants
downer."
She stared nervously at the big paddle that was lying on the
kitchen table. She knew that, if he used that wicked thing
on her bare skin, she would kick....
And then he'd see everything she had....
"It's a mistake," she kept repeating to herself. "It's one thing
to take down my shorts. But he won't take down my underpants!
I'm sure the note says, 'My sister is too old to be spanked BARE
BOTTOM.' Martha was angry at me, and I HAVE been a brat. But she
wouldn't let this dirty old man pull down my panties. She wouldn't
humiliate me that way. She wouldn't take away my last shred of
dignity!"
Her fanny cheeks tensed and squirmed in helpless anticipation as
she nervously awaited her punishment. She stared at the well-worn
paddle and began to wonder about the apparently countless other
teenagers he had spanked. She was relieved at least that he was
experienced. But she was dismayed by the casual and confident way
that he had unzipped her pants and lowered them to her knees, as
if undressing her were the most natural thing in the world.
She knew that Mr. Patterson viewed her as just another impudent
brat who was overdue for a paddling. Taking down her underpants
and blistering her bare fanny would be a routine trifle to him,
barely worthy of a second thought....
He carefully reread the note, picked up the paddle, and smiled.
She blushed crimson as he teasingly inserted his fingers into the
waistband of her underpants....
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Her bottom was soon as red as her face. Despite her gritty
determination to maintain her adult dignity, she was soon
pleading, crying, and kicking like the well-spanked child
she now was.
He was amused by her rapid breakdown, and he delighted in scolding
her as if she were a naughty teen.
"You've been a bad...SPANK!...bad...SPANK!...bad...SPANK!...little
girl!" he lectured, sternly. "And bad girls...SPANK!...are
paddled...SPANK!...on their...SPANK!...bare...SPANK!...bottoms!"
SPANK! SPANK!
She tried desperately to maintain her composure, but the hot,
relentless paddle had other ideas. Despite her humiliation,
she was soon promising to do her chores, mind her manners, and
stop sassing her elders.
She wriggled and squirmed as the pitiless spanking relentlessly
stripped away her modesty and dignity. She knew the mature nurses
and orderlies whom she bossed about at the hospital would love to
see the haughty doctor wiggling her bottom and promising to "be
good!"
It was clear that the grinning old man was relishing every moment
of her humiliating tumble, and the smug satisfaction in his voice
as he tanned her fanny galled her to the core -- especially since
she knew that her kicking and squirming exposed all of her most
intimate feminine secrets for his lecherous inspection.
But what could she do? The accomplished physician was now just
another bratty teenager, and all she could do was grind her teeth,
kick her legs, and promise to behave while her sanctimonious
neighbor taught her a lesson she'd never forget....
The worst part was that the lesson was working. As the fire in her
backside grew, she found herself regretting her flip attitude and
her smart-aleck exchange with Mr. Patterson. Her adult identity
vanished as she vowed to be a respectful, helpful, and obedient
young lady.
"I'll be a good girl, Mr. Patterson!" she wailed. "I promise I'll
do ANYTHING you say, sir! Just don't spank me anymore! I won't
be naughty ever again!"
It was the most humiliating moment of her life.
But the worst was yet to come. Patterson used his large hand to
separate her bottom so that he could tan her "between the cheeks,"
an exquisitely sensitive and painful place for a spanking. He
playfully ran his fingertips across her puckering rear hole as
he hand-spanked the insides of her fanny cheeks. The tears
rolled down her face, and she knew she wouldn't be sitting
comfortably for quite a while....
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After the pain and shame of the hairbrush, Stephanie had to admit
that the cold cream felt good, even if it was only a flimsy excuse
for Mr. Patterson to grope her tender red fanny.
Having kicked off her pants and panties during her struggles, she
was standing in the corner naked from the waist down when the
doorbell rang.
She bit her lip in anticipation as Mr. Patterson slowly walked to
the front door. But the sight of the paddle resting on the table
convinced her to keep her nose in the corner and her hands on top
of her head.
The grinning mailman had driven back to personally remind Mr.
Patterson that Monday was a holiday, and there would be no mail
delivery.
How thoughtful!
Stephanie could feel the mailman's eyes slowly running up
her lovely legs and over her naked backside as he leisurely
explained the concept of a Federal holiday in agonizing detail.
"I see you have a visitor today," he said, at last. "Who's the
lucky young lady?"
"Martha's kid sister, Stephanie," Patterson replied. "It seems
our 18-year-old neighbor was getting too big for her britches,
and Martha decided that a session of over-the-knee justice was
required. But she's a contrite, obedient little girl, now," he
chuckled. "The little snippets always lose their ginger when the
paddle comes out and their underpants come down."
Stephanie burned with anger and humiliation as the chuckling men
ogled her naked body and casually discussed her spanking. The two
chatted about her shameful punishment and "cute little fanny" as
if they were discussing the weather....
The mailman was clearly disappointed when the ringing telephone
ended the peep show, and Mr. Patterson finally closed the front
door.
"Why yes, Martha, she's right here," Mr. Patterson replied,
cheerfully, as if discussing a lost cat. "She's standing in
the corner of my kitchen, with her naughty red bottom on display
for one and all to see."
Stephanie gritted her teeth in helpless frustration as she heard
her sister's laughter on the other end of the line.
Someday, Martha would pay for this!
"The bundt cake sounds lovely, Martha; please bring it right over,"
Patterson said. "I'll put on a pot of coffee, and we can enjoy our
refreshments while we watch this naughty little minx burn off her
hour of corner time."
His next words brought a fresh flush of humiliation to Stephanie's
face. "Of course you can bring Patty and her friends over," he
said, warmly. "They are always welcome in my house. I'm sure that
the sight of Stephanie's red, tingly fanny will be an excellent
reminder of the consequences of sassing your betters," he chortled.
Stephanie had lorded it over Patty for years, and she knew her
vengeful niece would relish the chance to see her haughty,
sophisticated aunt disciplined like a naughty teenager. She
shuddered, imagining the smirking girl gloating at the sight of
her fidgeting helplessly in the corner with her blazing red
fanny on public display.
"Now that I think of it, Martha, I need someone to do some chores
around my house this weekend: haul out the trash, scrub the floors,
mow the lawn, pull dandelions, that sort of thing," Patterson said,
casually. "If Stephanie could work the rest of today and tomorrow,
I could pay her tw...uh, five dollars."
FIVE DOLLARS! She was supposed to be on VACATION! And now the
six-figure professional was going to break her back hauling trash
and pulling weeds for a measly five bucks. She just couldn't
believe what she was hearing.
But the next statement forestalled any chance of argument. "Of
course, some of the tasks are pretty unpleasant, so, if it's okay
with you, I'll keep the paddle handy. There's also an old razor
strap hanging in the shed that I've been dying to try out. Maybe
Stephanie can oil it up for me...just in case."
After a short pause, he continued. "That's a great idea,
Martha...I'd love to have Patty come over and supervise
Stephanie when I'm not here. That's awfully nice of her
to volunteer."
Stephanie realized that her new identity made her YOUNGER than her
19-year-old niece. She imagined Patty lounging on the patio with
a glass of lemonade in one hand and the paddle in the other as
Stephanie endlessly weeded the massive lawn under the broiling sun.
She fumed. Even though she was standing ten feet away, she could
hear Martha's and Patty's amused giggling on the other end of the
line.
Stephanie knew it was going to be a very long weekend....
Edited by C. Lakewood