Pluto4848 wrote a fantastic story entitled, "Lisa, Terri, and 
Stacy," about a young woman named Lisa who longs to establish 
an age-play relationship with her older friend, Terri.  At the 
conclusion, she encouraged other writers to pick up the baton.

I tried to explore some of Pluto's themes, including Lisa's 
feelings of vulnerability and her fascination with whether 
her friend "spanks on the bare."  I added a few small doses of 
public humiliation, since I thought that would amplify Lisa's 
loss of power and adulthood.

I sent Stacy into exile, since I always use characters 18 years 
of age or older.  But I tried to keep true to the original, and I 
hope the creator finds the results pleasing.  Please keep writing, 
Pluto4848; your stories are terrific, and I look forward to your 
next chapter in this exciting saga.  -- J.W.




                     LISA AND TERRI

                           by 

                      Joe Whatever 



Part 1

Lisa stood nervously in front of Terri's front door for a full five 
minutes before she rang the bell.  Although she had been to Terri's 
house a hundred times, tonight was different.

Terri smiled as she ushered her anxious friend into the kitchen.  
"From the overnight bag you're carrying, I assume that you've 
decided to take me up on my offer of maternal guidance," Terri 
said, pleasantly.  "Why don't you put your bag up on the table 
and I'll see what you brought, honey?"

It felt strange for 29-year-old Lisa to hear the 44-year-old Terri 
refer to her as "honey," but it was clear to her from Terri's 
tone that the transfer of power had already begun.  Lisa shivered 
as she realized that her friend was already treating her like a 
teenager....

She reluctantly handed her bag to Terri, who began examining the 
contents as she explained her plans.

"Stacy is staying at a friend's house this weekend, which will 
allow me to devote all my time and attention to you, young lady," 
she said.  "As of this moment, you are my 18-year-old niece who is 
visiting me for the weekend.  You will be living in my house, under 
my supervision.  And that means you will follow my rules."

Terri paused and regarded her friend.  "Do you understand 
everything I just said, Lisa, and what it means?"  Terri's 
voice was calm but stern.

Lisa squirmed and shuffled her feet under Terri's appraising stare. 
She was already starting to feel more vulnerable, as if the power 
was literally draining from her body.  It was a scary feeling -- 
but she also realized that she had never been so excited in her 
life.

"Yes, Aunt Terri," she said quietly.  "I understand perfectly.  
I'll follow all the rules, and do whatever I'm told." 

Terri smiled sweetly.  "That's good to hear, Lisa.  After all, 
you remember what happens to young ladies who break the rules 
in my house, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lisa said softly, trying to avoid her Terri's probing 
gaze.

"Why don't you tell me, Lisa?" Terri prodded.  "I want to make sure 
we are perfectly clear about this."  Terri's tone was calm, but it 
was obvious that she was now exercising her newfound authority.

Lisa looked down at her shoes and shifted her weight nervously from 
foot to foot.  "Young ladies who break the rules...g-get...spanked, 
m-ma'am," she stammered nervously.  Already she was starting to 
feel like a naughty child with her hand in the cookie jar. 

Terri gently cupped Lisa's chin and looked her directly in the eye. 
"That's right, young lady, they get spanked.  How long and how hard 
you get spanked is up to you.  I am strict, but fair, and, if you 
mind your manners this weekend, we'll get along just fine."

Terri opened Lisa's bag and shook her head as she rifled through 
the contents.  She extracted Lisa's toothbrush, toothpaste, and 
comb, and then closed the bag.  "These clothes will never do.  
We'll have to go to the mall tonight and get you something 
suitable to wear."

"But what's wrong with the things I brought?" Lisa asked nervously.

"Nothing, if you are a 29-year-old lawyer making a zillion dollars 
a year.  But no one is going to believe that you're my teenage 
niece if you walk around in a beautifully tailored $2000 suit.  
But I'm sure I can find something more appropriate for a girl your 
age," Terri said, with a mischievous smile.

Lisa was a successful career woman and a respected partner in her 
law firm, and she took pride in dressing the part.  She had come 
to Terri's house directly from work and hadn't bothered to change 
out of her handsome designer suit.

As the full import of Terri's words sank in, Lisa ran her hands 
nervously down the front of her expensive clothes.  The thought 
of surrendering her power suit for "something more appropriate" 
sent a chill down her spine.

"I didn't think new clothes were really necessary; I figured we'd 
be spending most of the weekend inside," she said, anxiously 
tugging on her jacket.

"Well, you thought wrong, dear," Terri said smugly.  She held out 
her palm.  "Now hand over your car keys and put your earrings, 
necklace, and watch in that fancy little purse of yours.  A 
teenager would have to work at McDonald's for a thousand years 
to afford to wear those baubles...or drive a Corvette."

With a mounting sense of dread and trepidation, Lisa dug the keys 
out of her elegant Armani purse and nervously dropped her jewelry into the handbag.  Terri picked up both the purse and the overnight 
and headed for the door.  "Time to go," she said in a patronizing 
voice.  "And don't dawdle...we have a busy night ahead of us, young 
lady."

With every passing second, Lisa felt her self-confidence ebb.  Like 
the awkward teenager she was rapidly becoming, she obediently 
scurried along behind her newly-minted aunt and out the front door.

Aunt Terri directed Lisa to "go stand on the grass, where it's 
safe."  She put the keys to Lisa's Corvette on her own key ring, 
and then dropped the rest of the keys into the purse.  Lisa stood 
obediently on the grass and watched her "Aunt" drive her expensive 
yellow sports car into the garage and park it.

It felt strange to watch someone else drive her car.  Lisa didn't 
have a key to Terri's garage, and she realized that the garaging 
of her automobile also meant the loss of her driving privileges for 
the weekend.  Lisa loved cars and the freedom and independence they 
represented, and she watched unhappily as yet another adult 
privilege was effortlessly wrested from her grip.

But it was Terri's next move that took her breath away.  Whistling, 
Terri opened the trunk of the Corvette and dropped in Lisa's purse 
and overnight bag.  Then she loudly slammed the trunk shut and 
locked the garage door.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked.  "My money and identification are 
in my purse.  I can't go to the mall without credit cards."

"I'll buy anything we need; you can pay me back later, dear," Terri 
said, dismissively.  "I don't think it's a good idea for teenagers 
to have credit cards or to carry around a lot cash.  It just leads 
to mischief."

"But I don't have any ID!" Lisa protested.  "I can't even prove who 
I am."

"You are my niece, Lisa," Terri replied.  "And, as long as you stay 
close to me, and don't go wandering off by yourself, you won't have 
any problems."

"But my driver's license...."  Lisa's protests were growing ever 
more feeble.

"Is locked safely away where it should be, in the trunk of your 
car.  You can forget about driving this weekend, and I certainly 
don't want you buying anything, either.  But don't worry, Aunt 
Terri will take care of anything you need."

Terri paused and gave Lisa a hard look.  "Of course, this does mean 
that if you want to buy anything, go anywhere, or do ANYTHING, 
you'll have to get MY permission first, young lady."

Terri then once again adopted her patronizing tone.  "Now hurry up 
and get into the car, honey.  Aunt Terri won't get all of her 
errands done if you dilly dally."

It felt awkward for Lisa to climb into the minivan without her 
watch, jewelry, or purse.  It didn't help her mental state when 
Terri directed her to "sit in the back, where it's safer" or when 
Terri checked Lisa's seatbelt before getting into the car herself.

It was a warm fall evening, and Lisa tried to open the window.  
But unfortunately Terri had enabled the child locks, and the 
windows wouldn't budge.

Lisa pressed her fingertips and her nose against the glass and 
stared unhappily at the garage that held her car, her clothes, 
her money, and her identity.  As her adulthood gradually receded 
into the distance, she ignored her Aunt's admonishment to "face 
forward, and don't smudge the glass."

Terri deliberately chose a mall that was in the boondocks to avoid 
running into anyone they knew.  The long drive gave her a chance 
to lecture Lisa about her new identity.

"I didn't ask for this job, but now that I have the responsibility 
I intend to carry it out," she said, solemnly.  "Your chronological 
age means nothing to me, and, if you misbehave, I am going to treat 
you like a naughty, disobedient little girl.  Is that clear, young 
lady?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lisa said, softly, once again staring at her shoes.

"Good," Terri said.  "I expect you to behave yourself at the mall tonight.  I don't want you to wander away without permission, and, 
if we are supposed to meet somewhere, I expect you to be on time.  
You will do what you are told, when you are told.  There will be 
no extravagant purchases, and I expect you to be courteous and 
polite to everyone we meet.  Are those rules clear, Lisa?"

"Yes, Aunt Terri," she said as she squirmed uncomfortably in her 
seat.  On previous shopping trips Terri had chided her when she 
had yelled at salesclerks or arrived late.  But she had always 
dismissed Terri's scolding lectures as something of a joke.

But, if she acted like a brat tonight, she knew that Terri would 
have the last laugh.

"I'm glad you understand," Terri said.  "I use corporal punishment 
only as a last resort, when it is clear to me that reason isn't 
working.  I don't like spankings, Lisa, but they are the only 
method SOME young ladies understand."

When Terri said the word 'spankings,' Lisa immediately felt a 
flutter in her tummy.  Although she wanted to experience a 
spanking this weekend, she also needed time to ease into her 
new role as Terri's niece.

She vowed to behave herself tonight and to obey every one of Aunt 
Terri's rules.

As the car sped along the expressway, she decided to ask Terri a 
question that had been nagging at her ever since the topic of 
spanking had first been mentioned.

"Aunt Terri, what do you mean when you say you always spank 'on 
the bare'?  Does that mean that you'll make me take down my jeans 
or raise my skirt?"

Terri chuckled in amusement.  "I'm afraid it means more than that, 
young lady.  When you misbehave you will be spanked on the BARE 
BOTTOM; that means, skirt raised or pants down AND underpants down 
around your knees.  There will be nothing between your bare skin 
and my hairbrush, young lady."

"But that would be so...so...HUMILIATING," Lisa said, squirming in 
her seat at the thought.  "Why can't I keep my panties on?"

"It's not really a spanking unless it's given on the bare fanny.  
A naughty bottom should be spanked thoroughly but evenly, and 
unless I can see how red your fanny is, it would be impossible 
for me to know that you'd been punished properly."

Terri looked into the rear view mirror and caught her charge's 
nervous eyes.  "You do want me to do a thorough and complete job 
disciplining you, don't you, Lisa?"

Lisa shifted awkwardly in her seat as she tried to dispel the 
tingling sensation in her bottom.  She swallowed hard.  "Yes, 
ma'am, but...." 

"Of course you do," Terri replied, brusquely ending the argument.  
"When I raise your skirt and pull your underpants down, your bottom 
will be completely and absolutely bare, and your discipline will be 
exemplary...."

Lisa fidgeted for almost a full minute before she could dispel 
the image from her mind.   Deciding on a new approach, she asked, 
"But don't you think I'm too OLD to be spanked on the bare, Aunt 
Terri?"

"Nonsense, dear.  Naughty, rambunctious teenagers need to be taken 
down a peg or two, and tanning their naked fannies is the perfect 
way to remind them that they aren't as sophisticated and mature as 
they may think."

"The fact that you are getting older makes the spanking that much 
more effective.  Spanking is a juvenile form of punishment, and 
it's deeply embarrassing for a young lady your age to have her 
underpants yanked down for a fanny warming.  But, if you act like 
a child, that is how you will be treated, Missy.

"Besides, once the spanking begins, and you start wiggling your 
cute little backside and kicking your legs and promising to be 
a good little girl, I don't think you'll look very adult.  There 
is nothing that turns a young woman into a contrite little girl 
faster than a strong dose of bare bottom justice."

Terri looked into the rear view mirror, once again staring into 
Lisa's nervous eyes.  "This was explained to you before, so it 
is silly to whine about it about now.  I'm sure that if I ever 
have to punish you in front of an audience, no one will think 
that you're too old for a spanking -- especially when they see 
the way you jerk around on my lap and promise to be good."

Terri paused and smiled.  "You might want to concentrate on keeping 
your legs closed, if there are any boys around.  When girls kick 
during a spanking, sometimes guys like to take a peek."

She chuckled merrily as Lisa's face flushed red at the thought....

		******************************

When Lisa stopped in the Woman's department of the first department 
store they entered, Terri immediately took her wrist and pressed 
her forward to the "Junior Miss" section.  A pretty young clerk who 
looked to be in her early twenties immediately asked the two women 
if they needed assistance.

"My niece has a part in a play, and we want to get her two or three 
sets of clothes that are similar to what a high school student 
might wear these days.  Let's pretend that she's an 18-year-old 
senior who wants to look like Britney.  Of course she doesn't have 
as much on top, but she does have a cute little belly button."

Lisa scowled as the giggling clerk led them to a rack of clothes in 
small sizes.  Lisa looked at the clothes with disdain.  She always 
dressed modestly, as was befitting a young lady of her breeding and 
stature.  She was certainly too old to go running around dressed 
like some little pop tart tease with her navel on display.

Aunt Terri totally ignored Lisa's protests and quickly selected a 
pair of cutoffs and a denim skirt with a hemline so short that Lisa 
gasped.  A half shirt with a picture of a boy band, and two more 
midriff-baring tops completed her ensemble.

Lisa unhappily took the clothes into the dressing room as Terri and 
the amused sales clerk followed closely behind.  From the wicked 
look in her eye, the young clerk was clearly enjoying Lisa's 
discomfort.

The polyester clothes were far different from the expensive wool 
and silk that she was wearing, but Lisa knew her cheap appearance 
would be far worse than the cheap material.

She walked slowly, savoring her last few moments in her expensive 
suit.  She tried to walk into a changing booth, but Terri cut her 
off.  Terri surprised her by taking off Lisa's jacket and starting 
to unbutton her blouse right in the central changing area.  The 
clerk quickly joined in, kneellng down to remove Lisa's expensive 
shoes and unzip her knee-length skirt.

"I don't think we'll be need this wonder bra," Terri said to the 
clerk.  "Can you find my niece something more appropriate for a 
teenager?"

The girl giggled appreciatively as Terri stared daggers at her.  
"I'm sure I can find more...um...suitable undergarments for your 
niece, if you give me a moment."  And she was on her way.

Lisa just stood there submissively, as if in a daze while Terri 
unhooked and removed her bra, and then whisked her expensive 
panties down to her ankles.

"I imagine your fancy lingerie cost more than everything I'm buying 
you today, Lisa," Terri said, examining the garments more closely.  
She fingered the soaking wet crotch of the lacy lingerie and 
smiled.  "But I think plain cotton underpants will absorb the 
moisture better though, don't you?"

Lisa said nothing, but blushed all over as she stood naked before 
her amused friend.  One arm was across her breasts and the other 
covered her crotch as Lisa desperately waited for the salesclerk 
to return with her new undergarments.

The clerk ripped open the curtain separating the changing room from 
the rest of the store and walked in briskly, not bothering to close 
the curtain behind her.  This thoughtless action left Lisa exposed 
to the rest of the store, and, within a few seconds, an elderly man 
passing by slowly with his walker stopped dead in his tracks.  The 
old geezer let out a slow and appreciative whistle as he ogled 
Lisa, standing buck naked in front of him.

She let out a small shriek and clutched herself even more tightly.  
The clerk laughed, and, feigning an apology, ended the peep show 
by slowly walking back and drawing the curtain closed before any 
other men could gather.

Terri told the clerk, "While you were away, I asked Lisa a seroius 
question that she hasn't seen fit to answer yet...and I'm about to 
run out of patience.  Lisa, stand up straight -- arms at your sides 
-- and answer the question."

"Please, Aunt Terri...."

Terri cocked her head and began tapping her foot.  

Lisa gave in.  "Y-yes, ma'am."

"'Yes, ma'am' what?" Terri persisted.

"Yes, m-ma'am...plain cotton underpants should absorb my m-moisture 
better."

The clerk thought that was hilarious.

		******************************

Lisa was grateful for the clothes, but was less pleased when she 
realized that her new underwear was a pair of white cotton panties 
with little teddy bears on them and an adolescent training bra that 
seemed to flatten her small breasts even more than usual.

She protested, but, when the clerk reached to open the curtain, 
she quickly slipped on the juvenile underpants.

She then pulled on a pair of white cotton ankle socks, and quickly 
added the short denim skirt and boy band crop-top.

Terri turned to the salesgirl and asked, "Is there anything we can 
do about her hair?"

The girl grinned and within minutes merrily transformed Lisa's 
elegant hairstyle into a pair of pigtails.

Lisa was stunned when she saw the awkward teenager staring 
nervously back at her from the mirror.  "What happened to 
ME?" she quietly moaned.  "Where did I go?

"I want my regular clothes back!"  I look ridiculous!"

"Actually, I think you look like a teenager, Lisa," Terri observed. 
"What do you think?" she asked the clerk.

"Well, she's a little small on top to be dressed that way, but 
I think it works.  She would certainly never get into a bar."

Terri was pleased at the speed and thoroughness of the 
transformation.  Although she loved Lisa dearly, she also 
knew that Lisa was unfocused, willful, and undisciplined.  
She was well aware that, before she could give her friend 
the guidance she needed, Lisa had to be knocked off her 
lofty perch and brought back to earth.

As she watched the awkward teenager nervously examining her 
minuscule skirt, Terri knew that the first step in her plan 
was a success.  The sophisticated and self-confident adult 
woman who had driven up to her house in a Corvette was gone.  
Lisa was now a gangly, neurotic adolescent.

Spanking an accomplished attorney was absurd.  But Terri would 
be able to spank the bare fanny of this naughty teenage girl 
with barely a second thought.  The bare bottom discipline that 
had been unthinkable a few hours before could now be handled as 
a routine, trifling matter, barely worthy of notice.  No one 
could question it, least of all the helpless young lady on the 
receiving end.

Lisa was now her teenage niece, and, if she misbehaved, she would 
be punished; it was as simple as that.  Terri smiled as she 
realized that the 29-year-old attorney was now powerless to escape 
from the shame and humiliation that she had wished upon herself.  

Hairbrush justice was fair...and also swift and merciless.  There 
would be no appeals from the sophisticated lawyer.  If Lisa 
misbehaved, she would plead her case with her bare bottom 
wiggling in the air.

Two college boys smiled appreciatively when they saw Lisa fidgeting 
with her short skirt, and Terri chuckled in amusement as the 
blushing Lisa tried to tug her skirt down to cover her underpants.  
She wasn't used to wearing such revealing clothes, and it was a 
difficult adjustment.  Any attempt to bend over or pick up 
something caused her skirt to ride up, which inevitably led to 
wolf whistles or "cute bears" remarks from passing males, much 
to the sales clerk's amusement.

Terri knew that Lisa was a bit of a snob, and it was a habit Terri 
intended to break.  Lisa was certainly less haughty now that her 
expensive clothes and money had been taken away.  Terri was going 
to secretly enjoy forcing the modest, demure Lisa to run around 
dressed up like a teasing teenybopper.

The salesgirl used her break time to help Terri pick out 
inexpensive sneakers and cheap plastic jewelry for the 
increasingly agitated Lisa.  The loss of her high heels 
had robbed her of several inches, and Terri now towered 
over her nervous niece.

At Terri's suggestion, the smiling clerk also found some childish 
"jammies" in Lisa's size.  And it took the clerk only a few 
minutes in the bathroom to scrub off Lisa's tasteful makeup.  
When the girl announced that Lisa "smelled too sophisticated" 
and started dousing her with cheap, obnoxious perfume, Lisa 
finally exploded.

"Stop it, you bitch!" she shouted.  "This isn't funny.  I don't 
care what I'm dressed like -- I'm still an adult, and you can't 
treat me this way."

Her tirade was cut short by a quick, hard slap on her bottom.  
"Lisa, how dare you!" Terri said, angrily.  "After all of the 
trouble this young lady has gone to, you have no right to use 
that tone.  You've just earned yourself a good spanking, young 
lady.  And your use of the 'b' word shows that a good mouth 
soaping wouldn't hurt, either."

Lisa was both horrified and thrilled by this news.