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.