part 0ne of my lockdown trilogy written as part of college course in creative writing (Part 2 added)

[RebeccaShaw]

At the beginning of lockdown our class were all given the assignment to write 3 separate short stories using two characters stuck at home together where the same thing happens to them but each story still had to be different. Most of the class ended up making it that one killed the other! God knows what that says about people in general or just during lockdown. Others had the two characters end up sleeping together but I went for a slightly more unusual scenario and felt daring enough to have my college tutor and my classmates read about it. Unfortunately My tutor was not impressed and gave me a very negative grade as well as some comments on my poor style of writing. I ditched the class after but I hope people here find the three stories interesting and entertaining.

[RebeccaShaw]

Sophie Ward


Oh this damn lockdown was driving me mad. How can things change so much in just a few weeks? I scrolled up my phone for the hundredth time this morning and hardly anything new was worth looking at. Well of course no one had anything to post about now did they. No juicy gossip from my friends, no interesting nights out to comment on, nothing. Even my love of taking endless selfies was becoming tired.


It was bad enough being stuck at home but now my parents had chosen this of all times to go on the holiday of a lifetime they were stuck halfway around the world. So it was just me and my annoying brother James and me being the oldest, 22 if u must know, I was left to do everything. While all he did was spend endless hours in front of his computer screen playing games online with his friends in between looking at tits like all boys his age did i suppose.


We were hardly talking and trying to stay away from each other as much as possible because we just ended up arguing all the time. I had just got another reminder for my car payment being late and with no work for the foreseeable future feeling totally miserable. My usual way to cheer myself up was to get dressed up and go out and get noticed and generally flirt with some cute guy and end up drunk. None of which was going to happen any time soon.


I decided at least I could go put something nice on, maybe post some pics on my insta and do something. I sat in front of my dressing table, chose some nice make-up and brushed my hair and then went to my wardrobe and got out a short bright pink dress with some matching shoes and went downstairs. I did my usual pouty face in front of my phone and took a few snaps just at the time James decided to leave his cave to come down for a drink. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.


“Good grief Soph….. Give it a rest, no one wants to see that…...even the guys u date must have more on their mind” he laughed.


Of course I knew he was making a joke of me always dating older guys and trying to make out they were that old they were worried to catch Covid 19. He went on to say why didn’t I look for some work instead of acting like a little tart all the time. We exchanged a few none too pleasant words before he walked past before stopping and looking me up and down quizzically.


“Actually I was looking at something online where it would suit you to make some cash” he smirked and walked back to his room.


Oh god how dare he suggest something like that, I could imagine very well what he was looking at online. I knew he was aware of my financial situation but surely my own brother wasn’t serious that I would do something like that. I was so angry and determined to put him in his place I stormed right up to his room. I could hear gunfire and shouting as was normal everytime I walked past. Without knocking I opened the door and shouted, what the hell did he mean by that comment downstairs. He took his headphones off and paused the screen.

“Oh hang on Tom mate, be right back…...got a bratty sister kicking off about something” he laughed to his friend.


I was so angry that he could first of all basically suggest I would strip for money then call me a brat openly to his friend. I was almost speechless as he told me to calm down and just take at a look at this. He clicked off his game and went online to what was obviously an adult site. It was not your ordinary adult site as I could see several pictures which were plainly depicting various forms of spanking. I could feel my eyes open a little wider and a strange mixture of embarrassment and curiosity as he scrolled down as if he was looking for something in particular.


“Right, here it is Soph…….they know everyone around the world is stuck at home and their subscriptions have gone up so they are offering £1000 for the best pictures submitted this week”, he smiled at me.


“I've got better things to do but I guess I can take a little time out to turn your fat arse a nice shade of red…..u never u know u might make the top hundred”. He burst out laughing.


I knew he had set me up on purpose just to try and make fun of me and I knew the more I reacted the more he would think he had won. I looked for a few seconds trying to compose myself before saying anything. I took several deep breaths and stepped a little closer to the screen. He looked confused and I could sense he was surprised at my reaction. Without a word I pushed his hand off the mouse and moved down to some of the pictures already submitted. All of which were fairly dull and tedious looking and none of the girls were particularly attractive.


“Top hundred then…...I could win this in my sleep…….the only problem is u r too useless to make anything red……..unless its ur face” I giggled as he was blushing now.


Oh I felt so pleased with myself. What a way to turn it around so quickly. He was the one embarrassed now as I calmly kept looking at the pictures. I shot a glance down at his lap and tried to stop myself laughing. His face was a picture as I asked if he had spanked anything other than his “monkey”. I continued to tease him saying that at least I knew I was a 9 out of 10 and when and if he ever got himself a girlfriend he would be lucky if she was anywhere near a 5. Oh god I was so much enjoying putting him in his place for a change after all the comments he used to make about me being a tease and dressing like a tart. Oh I didn’t want this to stop, I wanted to really make him squirm now.


“As a matter of fact my bottom is quite used to being red…….I can take a good hard spanking like water off a duck's back….so if I wanted I could walk this competition” I sneered down at him.


The only trouble with that was it was a blatant lie but he wasn’t to know. He was still red faced but I couldn’t hold myself back and turned and gave my backside a little wriggle right in front of him. “Smack!”. He delivered a crisp well timed slap square to the meat of my bottom making my cheeks jiggle under my dress. I let out a little gasp and tried to brush it off as nothing even though it did sting a little. I just felt a little apprehension that maybe I had gone too far and turned to walk out.


“Oh not so fast little Miss I can win this easily,……...or as usual is it all talk….come on I am up for it” he looked at me


It was my turn to feel my face going red, oh I had done the hard work of turning his little joke around why did I have to just keep going. Without really thinking it through I just stammered that it was not as easy as that. After all hundreds if not thousands might enter the competition and it would have to be something that really stood out. An anonymous picture of a red bottom was not going to be good enough. I went on almost like I was on auto-pilot suggesting ways to make the entry unique. Like dressing up for instance or creating a plausible yet interesting story to go along with the pictures. He was almost transfixed as I continued my explanation.


“I mean for a start it would be better if I showed my face to begin with…..errr I mean as an example...like anyone’s face would add to the realism is all I meant”, I said in more a panic now.


“Wow Sophie Louise Ward, I am genuinely impressed, u r not as dumb as u look” he giggled.


His use of my full name just highlighted my nervousness and reminded me of my Mum giving me a telling off whenever I did something naughty as a child. I walked feeling a little numb to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine, all the time he was following me like an eager puppy. I took a gulp of the wine to try and calm my nerves with a thousand thoughts running through my head.


“So r we gonna do it then Soph….come on…..we never do anything together...it will be fun” he asked as if we were going to the park or something.


My head was spinning at the absurdity of it all but yet at the same time I knew I wasn’t being big headed and I did look a million times better that the pictures I had seen. I just took another gulp of wine and shrugged my shoulders. I looked at him and said he had 30 mins to think up a good situation we could act out and nothing cheesy and predictable like a schoolgirl or boss and secretary or the deal was off. With that he ran up to his room hooting in delight that he would check out the site for ideas and be back with the best one ever.


I felt sick but at the same time I was almost eager to see what he would come up with. I had a reputation with my friends of being a bit of a “selfie queen” and a show off but I am sure none of them would dream I would go this far. I poured another glass of wine and the waiting was becoming agonising. I began to consider some ideas of my own to suggest to him, not having much confidence that he would be very creative. At last I heard his door open and his footsteps bounding downstairs. He looked a little flustered and he exclaimed that he had checked out all the entries so far and as I said most were dull but he had come up with the answer.


“You know what they say Soph….truth is stranger than fiction...so how about we make out u r my bratty ‘little’ sister and I get to deal with ur discipline while the rent’s r away”. He grinned.


I could feel my mouth fall open a little but had to admit surely no one else would submit such a bizarre idea. I listened as he continued with his idea. First of all I was to go and get dressed as if I was going to work. Then he would take a pic of me holding my driving license as the site rules demanded only this was going to be part of the submission to show the world who I was and how old I was. I sort of agreed that that would be alright then he went on to say I was to have some sophisticated lingerie underneath and then would have to undress in the hall to show the transformation of the smart professional young woman into a naughty little brat as soon as I got home. I had to admit to myself that it was indeed a good start but I felt like I wanted to contribute something to all this.


“Oh James why don’t we go the whole hog then and have me undress outside the front door as if the rules are that I am not allowed in until I do” I suggested.


He was delighted and thought that was a brilliant idea. Then we bounced one idea after another to each other. All the time it was like I was coming up with more and more torments for some imaginary little brat and not the real me. We began to laugh together and continued to dream up more and more demanding things for our “Brat” to have to endure. We had to think of actual implements now to make sure my bottom looked like it had encountered a real punishment. All the time I remembered my “lie” earlier and wondered how much it was going to hurt and could I take it without bawling like a baby.


I finished the glass of wine and James announced he was going to get the camera ready as it was better than his phone and I ought to go and get changed. I was still feeling light headed as I went up to my room. I slowly undressed and walked over to my draw with my more “special occasion” underwear in it. I chose a pale blue satin and white lace bra and panty set along with some sheer black hold up stockings to wear with my highest heels. My work uniform from the car rental place was a knee length dark green skirt and matching jacket with a lighter green blouse and a neck scarf. I even pinned my identity badge on my lapel before fastening my hair up neatly behind my head.


I walked downstairs to see James checking the batteries in the camera and he smiled as he looked me up and down. I felt a little foolish and almost childish despite my appearance as he admonished me for not putting any make-up on. Quickly I ran back upstairs and applied a little more make-up than I would usually wear to work. Making sure my lips were deep red and my eye shadow was more pronounced. I went back down to almost gain his approval and he nodded that it was satisfactory now and with that I was told to walk along the road for a short distance and he would take some pics of me walking up the path.


I set off as James followed me to the end of the garden and I looked around to see it was almost deserted. Of course the social distance and the lockdown meant there were very few people on the streets. If anyone did see me I am sure I wouldn’t merit a second glance yet inside I was in turmoil at the reason I was out and what was soon about to happen. I got a short distance away then turned to head back home. It was bright and sunny and I kept looking around and saw James with the camera. My heart skipped a beat and knew he was clicking away right up until I got to the gate. I walked slowly up to the front door with my legs feeling heavier and heavier until I was right besides it.


James walked past me and opened the door and told me to look right at the camera before handing me my driving licence. He smiled as I held it at the side of my face so he could get both in the shot. Once he was satisfied he just gave me a curt command to get undressed. My breathing was becoming harder as I reached down to unbutton my jacket. James meanwhile came closer to take a picture of my name badge and as I shrugged off my jacket I looked around not sure where to put it. I was told to hold it as he went and got a plastic laundry basket and placed it on the floor. I placed it carefully inside and slipped the neck scarf off, all the time glancing around wondering if I could be seen from any of the windows nearby let alone anyone who might walk past the end of the drive.


James saw me and told me to hurry up and the sooner I was naked the sooner I could come inside. The word naked brought me back to the stark madness of what I was doing. I gave him a little pout, unable to think of anything to say in reply even though there was nothing I could say. I unbuttoned my blouse next trying to ignore James and the constant clicking of the camera as he walked around me. Folding it neatly I laid it in the basket to be met with a mocking “Good girl” from James. I knew the pale blue satin push up bra with the trim of white lace gave me a distinctive cleavage. My hands were trembling a little as I took hold of the waistband of my skirt and breathed in to twist it around to get the button and the zip more to the side for me to unfasten.


I could feel myself blush more and tried not to think that I was outside in broad daylight doing something more accustomed to the privacy of my own bedroom. Nervously I undid the two buttons on my tight skirt then slid the zip down. Giving a little wriggle it fell to the floor and quickly I bent down as I stepped out of it. Just as I was folding it into the basket a car went past making me crouch down with a jolt of added embarrassment. I pleaded with James that this was enough and surely I could take the rest off in the hall. He was not listening of course and just reminded me it was my idea and not to be such a coward. I stood back up and gave James an indignant stare and turned around thinking it might be preferable to show my bare breasts to the whole street than right in my little brother’s grinning face.


“Oh yeah Soph…….that's a cool idea...stay facing the street while u get ur bra and knickers off” he sounded delighted.


I huffed a little in temper under my breath as my fingers made a couple of attempts to get the fastener of my bra undone and dropped it in the basket. My bare breasts sagged slightly and gave a little bounce as I moved. Not wanting to be out here a moment longer than necessary my hands went to my matching knickers and pushed them down my legs. I was conscious for a split second that I had to bend over to pick them up around my feet and not wanting to push my bare bottom out lewdly in front of James I kept them hooked around one ankle and lifted it up to meet my stretched arm. Just as I dropped them in the basket I almost froze as his hand cupped and then gave my bare bottom a little slap.


“That was cute Soph…….now put ur hands on ur head and stay facing the road while I go get some shots from that side” he spoke as if it was so normal for me to be outside almost stark naked for anyone to see.


I hesitated until “smack!” he cracked his hand down on my bum cheeks and the loud noise rang around in my ears not to mention the sting. Instantly my hands flew to the top of my head to be met by a giggle from James. I tried not to meet his eyes as he stepped in front of me and for the first time he looked down between my legs. My thighs were pressed together but he could clearly see my little narrow strip of reddish brown pubic hair in contrast the darker brown of the hair on my head. He gave a little smile and walked away then turned and pointed the camera at me. The first click made my tummy churn but I remained still and he took several more.


“Come on Soph…..open ur legs…..u know u want to….anyone would think u don’t want to win” he smiled.


All I could think of was how individual our entry was going to be and no one could match our preparations and planning. So not caring now what I was showing I eased my feet along the tarmac of the path and waited while he took more pictures. My legs remained wide apart as he walked back in the house then he told me to take off the stockings and shoes so I could come inside. I kicked off the shoes and then bending right over I rolled the stockings down each leg and off and threw them in the basket. I was about to take a step inside when James stopped me.


“I was thinking…..u know what would make a really cool pic is if we wait till a car or someone walks past and I can get them in the shot….what do u think” he asked.


I could feel myself shake but yet I knew he was right. I just looked at him and he knew without me saying a word that I would do it. He smiled and told me to take a couple of steps back and get my hands on my head and my legs apart again. Despite the cool breeze the sunshine was warm and it just felt so surreal to be doing this. I thought at least it was better to be completely naked than looking like some tart in the stockings and shoes and waited nervously. He was looking through the camera and obviously working out the best position when he spoke.


“What do u think is best Soph…..facing me like this so we get ur tits and bush in the shot….or” he stopped.


The noise of a car drew closer, he picked up the camera and pointed it at me. My whole body tensed and I closed my eyes only for James to yell for me to open them and not to be so silly. He moved a little and told me not to take my eyes from the camera. The car was obviously getting closer and closer and my pink nipples were throbbing as they got harder and harder. It was like going up the track of a roller coaster when you have that feeling of why did u get on in the first place knowing what was going to happen when you get to the top. The camera clicked several times and the noise of the car subsided. I gave such a sigh of relief but James just looked at me and motioned with his hand for me to turn around.

I kept my hands on my head and shuffled myself around to face out to the street only to feel my knees almost buckle as there right at the gate was Mr Wainwright and his dog Jasper. In panic I pushed my arms in front of me and my thighs together trying desperately to cover my nakedness as best I could. James was giggling and our neighbour was just looking intently no doubt wondering what on earth was going on. James then seemed to regain his role of being in charge and walked up to me. He took hold of my arm at the back of my elbow and walked with me nearer to Mr Wainwright. I was shaking my head in protest but at the same time we were getting closer and closer. With a resounding slap to my bare bottom making me yelp out loud James told me to stop acting like I didn't like showing myself off and get my hands back on my head. He let me go and walked a little closer to Mr Wainwright, keeping his 2 meters in accordance with the social distancing.


Feeling numb and dizzy I lifted my hands back to my head and knew my face was bright red as I even shuffled my legs apart a little. James gave a little shake of his head as he began to have a conversation with Mr Wainwright. I could overhear the odd word “website” and “Competition” and knew he was explaining what I was doing naked out here. They both kept turning and looking at me and nodding and chatting in between outbursts of raucous laughter. James then walked back and passed me saying Mr Wainwright had kindly agreed to help with the photo’s.


“Walk towards him Sophie…….keep those hands right on ur head young lady and when u get close enough open ur legs as wide as u can and say thank u” he announced.


I began to walk, feeling my bare bottom cheeks jiggle from side to side as I did. Once again it was accompanied with the click of the camera. I got as close as I thought was 2m away and stopped then pushed my legs wider apart than I had them before. His gaze was of course between my splayed legs and with my face as red as it had even been in my life I cleared my throat to speak.


“Erm thank you Mr wainwright for helping with our pictures…...we can blur your face to put on the internet if you want” I tried to sound as polite as possible.


He gave a little nod “Is that the best u can do getting those legs apart….I haven't brought my glasses out” he chuckled.


Without even considering refusing I struggled to get my legs wider apart, really stretching the muscles in my thighs as I did. James walked by again and opened the gate telling me to stay still as he just wanted to take a few more pictures from the road then we could go inside. Mr Wainwright was grinning as I stayed in position and he asked me if I was looking forward to having my naughty bottom spanked and how James had told him I would be outside tomorrow to show off how red it was going to be. I could only answer him truthfully that yes I was to which he told me to keep my legs apart and turn around and reach down and touch my toes with my fingers. I did as he said knowing what a show I was putting on for him as James came back and congratulated the old sod for getting me in this position. He smiled and told Jasper to come along as he walked happily along the road tuning to say the same time tomorrow.

With another hard resounding slap to my bare bottom right out in public James told me to get my naughty fat bottom inside ready for the next part of my ordeal. I pulled a face at him and complained that my bottom was not fat and just because I had a figure and not some stick insect. Before I had a chance to get inside he delivered another hard slap saying that it was much more fun to smack anyway since there was more of it. With a reminder to pick the basket of my clothes up I was at last back inside the privacy of the house. Although to be totally honest it had been a sort of thrill to be outside like that.


I ran upstairs as James laughed saying how much my bum cheeks jiggled as he was behind me. I sighed as he told me to stop and do it again only this time he wanted a few pics of me doing that. The smug little git made me do it several times and holding the basket just seemed to have the effect of making me shake my bum cheeks from side to side even more. Once in my room I had to put all the clothes neatly away all the time he was snapping away to make a pictorial record of everything we were doing. Now as we had agreed I was to carry on my transformation from the adult young lady into that of a naughty little brat. So I began to get out my next outfit.


This time I got out a plain white cotton pair of knickers and some white socks with a little ruffle on top which I had no idea I even had. Then I got a simple plain white bra and white blouse then took a short navy blue pleated skirt out and laid it out on the bed. James meanwhile had gone to get his school tie to complete my outfit. He took some photos of the clothes on my bed as well as my room all the time I had seemed to get used to being stark naked in front of him now. I walked over to get dressed when James stopped me.


“I was thinking Soph…...I am not sure little brats who wear this sort of stuff would have a grown up little bush to go with it” he grinned.


Once again I felt my face colour up but knew he was probably right and with a shake of my head I walked past him to the bathroom. He gave a little laugh and followed me. I had shaved myself totally quite a few times and just tried to concentrate on what I was doing and ignore him with the damn camera right in front of me. I opened the bathroom cabinet and took out a small pair of nail scissors and stepped into the bathtub. Trying not to look at him I began to clip away at my pubic hair. I was bending forward a little and looking carefully when James noticed the little curls of reddish brown hair between my feet in the bath.


“Hey Brat….slow down…..I want to get pics of all that nasty hair you're cutting off” he grinned.


I hardly noticed he had called me Brat now instead of Soph but I waited until he had the camera right between my legs. I clipped away a small tuft and it floated down as he exclaimed that was brilliant as it was a real action shot. I carried on for a few minutes until I had cut it as short as I could with the scissors. He moved back a little as I got some shaving gel and rubbed it into what little hair was left. I took hold of the razor and he told me to look at the camera just before I started. Once again it brought fresh waves of intense humiliation at what I was doing and thinking of who was going to see me like this.


“Come on Brat…...let's get u bald as a baby now” he openly laughed.


Trying to be as careful as I could I ran the razor along my pubic mound several times, each time seeing the pink skin free from any hair. Just clearing my mind to focus on what I was doing I took hold of my labia and stretched it out and to the side. Then drew the razor along the tight skin again. I lifted my leg up on the edge of the bath and repeated the motion. I turned on the shower and took the head from the holder and rinsed away the few stray hairs and the gel. I took a deep breath before looking up at James.


“That was the easy part…….I don’t suppose you want to help me do the awkward bit round the back” I shivered in shame asking him such a question.


He put his hand over his mouth to stop him laughing out loud. I turned around not waiting for him to actually answer and reached back to pull apart my bum cheeks. I saw his hand reach for the gel and felt the cold as he squirted it right on my bum hole and between my cheeks. I took a quick short breath as his fingers rubbed it in a little before he told me to hold still. I gripped my cheeks tighter and felt him run the razor all around. He exclaimed I was all done but gave my legs a few little slaps to get me to open them more. I did as he said and kept my hands holding my bum cheeks as wide as I could.


“Stay just like that u little Brat……...open wide….say cheese for the camera” and with that there was another click followed by laughter.


I was dizzy getting a shower and washing my hair as he left me alone. Still not believing what had just happened I walked in my room and I took some time to put on the embarrassing outfit and dry my hair and fasten it into a pony-tail. James was in the kitchen making a sandwich and he looked up at me and smiled. I was hungry and took the plate and told him to make another. He smiled and did so and told me to hurry up and eat because we still had a lot to do. It was an awkward silence and then he stood up and put the plates in the sink.


“Right Brat...let's go light up that ass of urs” he announced in some fake american accent.


I began to panic now, I never considered myself to have a high pain threshold and knew some of the bottoms I had seen on the website did look very sore. He had me stand in the middle of the room, hands on head while he pinned my skirt up then without warning he pulled my knickers to my knees and told me to keep my legs apart and not let them fall. Once again he walked around me with the camera and my face was again red as he took more pictures. He said how it was a shame he didn’t have any way of getting some pics during the actual spanking but maybe next time he might ask Mr Wainwright to take some to which I could only agree.


“So Brat...say goodbye to ur white bottom….it's going to be red all the time from now on” he grinned.


I laid right over his knee with my palms on the floor and my bare bottom up in the air as he reached over and took hold of a wooden hairbrush. The cold hard wood made me gasp as he ran it over my cheeks gently. Then the cold sensation went, only to be replaced a split second later by a sudden searing heat on a small spot where the brush had landed on my cheek. Another followed on the opposite cheek making me gulp for air but I hardly had time to breath as he reigned smack after smack on my poor bottom. I shook my head and began to cry as he was relentless and my bottom was on fire. God how could such an innocent looking hairbrush reduce me to blubbering sobbing wreck in no time at all.


As soon as it started it seemed to stop and he pushed me off his knee and told me to stand still so he could get some pictures while it was still glowing. I was sniffing and sobbing and trying my best to keep my legs apart to hold my knickers around my knees. After walking in front of me to take pictures of my tear stained face he told me to bend over and get my arse cheeks apart. I was beyond thinking of refusing anything now and did as he said without question. My fingers digging in to the sore hot cheeks of my bottom and then pulling it wide apart,


“Thats a nice contrast Brat…….some red cheeks and a milky white cleft then a nice winking pink arse hole and some cute pussy lips......u better behave now or this is going on ur insta for all ur friends to see” he laughed and another click sent waves of shame through me again.


I was standing in the corner of his room moments later with my nose pressed to the wall and my hands firmly on my head. Skirt still up and my knickers stretched tight between my knees as I opened my legs as wide as I could. He told me I could stay and chill out for a bit before we went through the pics and chose which one we wanted to send. First he wanted to finish his game with Tom he was playing before he was interrupted by his Brat of a sister.


“Oh yeah…..that’s Sophie in the background…...i’ll tell u all about while we play Tom” he laughed.


I knew he had his cam on and god I knew I wasn't going to be bored in the lock down any longer.

[Debbifan]

Great story as always from you. What a grouch your tutor must have been

But putting on a grouchy creative tutor writing hat, my only criticism would be that the story was a little front loaded. i.e. the beginning was wonderfully detailed with a good steady pace and plenty of action and interest but then the finale, from the start of the spanking on, became a little rushed. I would have loved to have known what photos were chosen ( hopefully a sequential selection to fully show the story, since that was a great concept. Not just the one photo of a red bum ! ) and also what the reaction was to their posting on the web site.

Looking forward to the other two parts of the trilogy.

[RebeccaShaw]

HI...thank you and yes I agree the ending was rushed as I thought it was already too long and does need a part two to explain what happened next but thank you for the comments

[RebeccaShaw]

Jade Murray
It was one of the many tasks on the list of things to do my Mum had left me and my
brother Jack to do while she was staying with Granddad during this lockdown. Clean
the shed, wow how thrilling that was going to be….not. Of course as usual doing
anything with my little brother meant doing it myself. He had the attention span of a
goldfish and would be no help whatsoever. I suppose that is not quite true, he can
concentrate for hours on his stupid Xbox games with his geeky mates.

I had been asking him for days now to come and make a start on the shed and it was
always the same reply. Another game had just started and he had to finish it or he
would let his friends down. Then another , then another, I had to do something and
then I had a brain wave. I would just go into the garage and flick the power switch,
easy no Xbox then. Of course it would really wind him up as well and that was
always fun.

“Hey Jade, all the power is off what’s going on” he ran downstairs looking alarmed.
I just looked and shrugged my shoulders and pretended I had no idea. He went right
to the Garage and looked and said the switch was down. I was disappointed he
worked it out right away but I waited 5 mins then flicked the switch back. Again he
bounded downstairs two at a time and went to the power board. He looked
quizzically at me and mumbled that there could be something wrong but ran back to
his room. Once again I gave it 5 mins and turned it off again. This time when he ran
down I let my face slip and gave him a knowing smile.

“Oh Jade WTF, you have seriously messed up my game, what’s your problem”. He
snapped.

I remained calm and reminded him how he had promised to help clear the shed after
one more game, and that was a week ago. He looked angry and warned me not to
turn the power off again or else then stormed off back to his room. I gave it 10mins
this time and went again, only now I stood by the switch with my arms folded. We
had a brief mexican standoff before he tried to push past me to get to the switch. I let
him by but calmly told him I could keep this up all day so what was he going to do,
“tie me up”.

“Oh don’t tempt me Jade, I would love to tie up and gag your nagging mouth, you’re
worse than Mum” he exclaimed but with a hint of amusement.
He went to the kitchen and made a coffee then returned and admitted I had won and
the quicker we got the shed done the sooner he could get back to his game. I was
very pleased with myself and told him to make me a coffee and thought I had taught
him a lesson not to mess with his big sister. He brought me the coffee and looked
rather crest fallen and in a miserable, sulky mood. I told him he better alter his face
and at least look like he could spend an hour doing something together and it wasn’t
going to kill him to smile. I got a grunt as a reply and had half a mind to tell him to
stick it and I would do the shed by myself but I knew that was what he wanted.

We had been at it for about half an hour when he dragged a long, thin, not quite
straight, round end piece of wood. He mimicked using it as a walking stick and it
flexed a lot so it was obvious that was not its purpose. Then he swung it through the
air making a loud whooshing noise. It was then the penny dropped and I knew what
it was and judging by the look on his face so did he.

“Hey Jade, this is one of those old fashioned canes they used in school years ago
isn’t it”, he smiled and swished it through the air again.

“Bet you would have got it every day, you always were a Brat”, he laughed.

For the first time in ages we both laughed together and he reminded me how he
used to listen every morning as Mum complained how short my school skirt was and
a hundred other things I did to rebel. With another swish of the cane he said if Mum
had one of these it might have been a different story and I would have been well
behaved then. I disagreed instantly saying how a few whacks with that would not
have altered my personality and the way I acted. My stubborn and willful nature
would still be the same and in fact I reckoned getting the cane would have made me
more rebellious.

“Besides a few whacks on the bum can’t be that bad to change anyone really can it” I
said, more to myself than really to Jack.

“Oh I think 6 of the best would have had you promising to do whatever Mum said in a
flash” he laughed.

“Yeah whatever, I bet if you doubled it I would not have even blinked an eye” I
replied.

As my usual self I had to have the last word but I did feel a little curiosity at just what
it would have felt like. Jack looked at me then at the cane and I could almost see the
cogs go round in his head. I wondered if he could sense my train of thought and then
he glanced back over to me. Nothing was said for a moment or two as if we were
both waiting for each other to speak first.

“You really think you can take 12 proper hard whacks with this don’t you” he swished
it again, “You wouldn't stand a chance” he said and shook his head.

“Oh don’t you be so sure, you were always the cry baby out of the two of us” I
reminded him.

“Go on then, I’m up for it, I can cane your fat bum 12 times, no skin off my nose just
skin off ur arse” he laughed.

I screwed my face up and told him in no uncertain terms where he could stick the
cane and if he called my bum fat again I might do it for him. So I happened to have
slightly smaller than average boobs and sort of wide hips and a bit of what they call
“bubble butt” but was no way fat. The atmosphere was building between us and it
was one of the times you could feel the tension in the air for no apparent reason.

“You are all mouth Jade as usual, you would run a mile if this got anywhere near
your bum, never mind you could take 12” he sounded serious.

“Right I’ll show you who is all mouth” I yelled at him.

I stormed into the house with a purpose and grabbed my purse and went back
outside. I could see him looking confused as to what I was doing. I pulled out £50
and placed it under the coffee cup on the patio table. Then with a little voice inside
my head telling me not to be so foolish I walked up to him and put my hands on my
hip in a defiant posture and opened my mouth.

“I bet you that money and I will bend over for the cane and if you see a single tear
before you finish 12 you win” I snapped.

“So you put something up to match it and we will see who is the one who is all
mouth” I confronted him.

He went to get his wallet but I stopped him in his tracks. I told him I was putting up
way more than just the money. I was having to suffer the actual pain not to mention
the embarrassment factor and he better think of something to equal that. He agreed
and he seemed to be struggling to think of anything and so was I. All of a sudden I
knew what it could be;

“How about you hand over that precious Xbox then, shall we say a month, unless
you get a tear from me” I smiled.

I could see by the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting that. I felt like I had got
the upper hand now and probably just rescued my bottom from a taste of the cane
as there was no way he would risk losing his Xbox for an hour never mind a month.
He was obviously considering the implication of not gaming for a whole month and I
stood with my arms folded and my head to one side waiting patiently.

“Right Jade, get those jeans off, get that arse up. I haven't got all day to teach you a
lesson. I've got friends waiting for me and a game to play” he had thrown the
gauntlet now.

My stomach turned and I could feel my heart beat faster in my chest as he looked so
cocky now. I had never even thought of the undressing part of this whole absurd
charade. I suppose it was only fair of him to expect me to take my jeans off. I just
kept telling myself that he had seen me in my bikini enough in the last few weeks as
the weather had been very warm and sunny so what difference would it be to see me
in my knickers. With my hands trembling a little and trying my best not to show him I
was in any way nervous I unfastened the zip and wriggled my jeans down to let him
see my boring plain white knickers

I could see him give a little smile at my obvious discomfort as I tugged the jeans over
my feet. With a last little act of defiance I bundled up the jeans and threw them at
him. He didn’t really blink and caught them easily in one hand. Instinctively I put my
hands at the front of the little knickers then as he went to walk to the middle of the
lawn I reached back to try and tug the thin material over as much of my bum cheeks
as I could. It was then that I realised we were still outside and told him we should at
least go inside. Only to be told that there was not enough room to give it a proper
swing and since I was not going to cry none of the neighbours would take any notice.
This was insane, why on earth was I doing this. He tapped the cane on the side of
his leg and told me to come on over and stand in front of him. With a nervous look
around, praying none of the neighbours were indeed watching or taking any notice I
went over to him. He still had a smile on his face and said he was glad he was the
one holding the cane and how I would soon regret my big mouth. I still had my hands
covering the front of my knickers and he glanced down and without even a blink at
the absurdity of the situation he tapped them with the cane.

“Hands behind your back young lady, the bet is off unless you can do exactly as I
say, understand Brat”, he said in a stern voice making my nerves ten times worse.
I was almost in a trance and even though I knew I could just shrug it all off as a silly
joke something in the back of my head wanted me to go along with this. I moved my
hands away and hesitantly put them clasped together behind my back and saw his
eyes look down. I could feel his gaze directly on my knickers where they covered my
pubic mound and could feel my face blush. The act of putting my arms behind my
back somehow made me ease my legs apart a little as if I was standing on parade.
He smiled at my obvious compliance and with a little tap to my thigh with the cane he
told me to “quick march” around the garden to see if I could follow orders and if I
thought getting his x-box was going to be easy I better think again.

I had no thought of refusing and folded my arms right behind my back now and
began to walk on the perimeter of the lawn. My little white socks and black trainers
seemed to contrast my bare legs as he barked out an order to lift my knees higher
and walk faster. I could feel my tight knickers work their way further and further
between my bottom cheeks and with each step my bum jiggled from side to side.
Jack was openly grinning at the spectacle and I even heard a muffled giggle from
him as I turned to march up the garden away from him once more knowing my
bottom was practically bare now.

“Wow Brat, I know the gym is closed but you really need to slow down on the
chocolate, that fat arse has eaten your knickers” he laughed.

I tried not to look at his face as I walked towards him and my eyes were focused on
the cane as he was flicking it menacingly and wondered how on earth I was going to
take 12 without crying. Why had my stupid big mouth got me into all this. I had to try
and get back some control but knew I could not back down now and was probably
going to be sleeping on my tummy tonight. I stopped right in front of him and kept my
hands folded behind my back, cleared my throat and looked down at the ground.

“I made a stupid bet alright so can we just get on with it and will you cane my bottom
12 times” the words came out as if it happened every week.

He smiled, “Are we forgetting our manners Brat” he looked at me and waited.
I mumbled “Please” and got a curt “that's better” as a reply.

I was told to move over to the middle of the lawn and bend right over with my fingers
touching my toes. As I reached down my calves and hamstrings pulled tight and to
make it a little easier I opened my legs. He walked around me a couple of times and
with my head down I could only see his feet now. With my bottom virtually bare and
on display for anyone who cared to look out of their window I was surprised how
Jack had taken to his role and knew I had seriously underestimated him.

“Legs together Brat….. Bottom up…...no cheating, I'm not one of your stupid
boyfriends you can wrap around your finger by showing all you got” he growled at me.
Before I could move a sudden “Thwack” swung into my bottom and a split second
later a sickening pain seared into my skin. I took a gulp of air and just as my feet
were together making my bottom seem to push out more another “Thwack” made me
yell out. I could sense myself screwing my face up and taking short sharp breaths
trying to concentrate and keeping in position and making as little noise as I could. A
loud whoosh followed by a “whack” brought a fresh line of fire to my bum. I trembled
a little and even my fingers were shaking trying to keep contact with my toes.

“Well Brat, that’s put three lovely red lines on your fat arse, ready for some more” he
gloated.

The next “Thwack” seemed much worse and I stumbled a little and took a couple of
steps and for a brief moment moved my hands. A loud gasp followed by gulps for air
and I got back in position just in time for the next “Thwack”. I let out a few pathetic
little whimpers and tried in vain to sniff back what was obviously a sob before
another “Thwack” seared into my bottom. It was no use, my lower lip trembled and
unmistakable sounds of sobbing could be heard. My head shook and I even wriggled
my hips from side to side to try and shake some of the awful sting from my bottom.
A loud slap echoed around the garden as he delivered a crisp smarting smack to my
bum with his hand making me gasp again my bottom cheeks jiggle.. I felt a little dizzy
and struggled to stand up and reached back with my hands to run them over my
burning cheeks. I was shocked to feel how hot it was and the six lines could easily
be traced with my fingers. I saw Jack walk over and count the £50 in his hands with
a huge grin on his face. Quickly I pulled the front of my pink t-shirt up and rubbed my
eyes and even my nose and took a few deep breaths.

“Hey…..did you see a tear before you grabbed that money……..haven't you heard of
Schrodinger's cat” god knows what made me think of that.

I was breathing hard now as he walked up to me and looked right in my face. I
sniffed again and knew my face was red and my eyes probably a little wet. The skin
on my bottom was bruning now where the cane had seared into it but despite the
pain a strange sort of adrenaline rush ran through my body. He shook his head with
a look of contempt on his face before turning and walking back to the table and
placing the money down.

“Look at the state of you…….get that gross t-shirt off and while you’re at it lose the
knickers…..bet or no bet you deserve this next 6….I’m sick of you thinking you know
everything and always trying to put me down” he snarled angrily at me.

I felt sick and never even considered arguing and pulled the t-shirt up with a brief
struggle getting my head and ponytail through, threw it on the floor. My hands were
actually trembling as I tugged the waistband of my knickers and felt them turn inside
out before the back freed itself from between my bum cheeks and wriggled them
down to my ankles. I put both hands over the narrow strip of reddish brown pubic
hair in a desperate attempt to regain what modesty I had left. How on earth had I
managed to be standing out on the lawn in just a white push up bra and socks and
trainers. Jack looked more like he had won the lottery, never mind a measly £50 his
smile was all across his face.

“Pick your clothes up this minute…..this is not your room which you keep like a
tip…….get them in the laundry basket and get your fat arse back out here before I
count to 10” he sneered.

I tried to keep one hand between my legs and bent over to pick up my t-shirt and
knickers. Gathering them up in a bundle and turning towards the house. Knowing my
bottom was now on full view to him and giving the perfect sashay from side to side
with each step. He was counting out loud and had already got to 4 and despite
having no idea what would happen when he got to 10 anyway I just kept walking
almost in a trance. I walked inside and down the hall to the utility room where a tall
mirror gave a perfect reflection of how absurd I looked. The red stripes on my bottom
could easily be seen as I glanced over my shoulder and turned sideways.
He was looking daggers at me when I got back outside and without a word I walked
to the same place as before and bent right over again. I tried to keep my legs
together this time, not daring to even to think what I must be showing in this position
now. Before my fingers had even got to touch the ends of my black trainers another
scorching “Whack” sunk into my taught cheeks. I gritted my teeth trying desperately
not to show how much he was hurting me as another “Whack” sliced into my
upturned bottom.

“This is typical of you Jade…….this could have been over now, but no you have to
open that smart mouth don't you” “Whack” “Well maybe next time you try to act all
clever you might think twice” “Whack”, he lectured me like you would a bratty 10 year
old.

The pain was intense now and fresh tears were streaming down my face in between
sobs and snivels. I was struggling so much to keep my legs straight, my feet were
almost sliding across the grass on their own accord. I shook my head, more at my
own stupidity for engineering this awful torment for myself than a protest for Jack to
stop. The next “Whack” made me stumble forwards and howl out loud as he
delivered it right across both my thighs midway between my knee and the base of
my bottom. The sting was intense and I lost my balance and fell to the ground, not
just openly crying now but almost bawling my eyes out.

I was laying flat on the lawn now with my hands behind me with the conflict of trying
to rub the ferocious burning and yet not wanting to press too hard into my cheeks. I
was even kicking my legs and telling myself to try and think of anything other than
the fire which felt so real on my skin. As my thoughts ran from my favorite pair of
shoes to the smell of my most expensive perfume, anything to try and override the
hell my bottom now was. A sudden yank to my pony-tail lifted my head to look up at
Jack holding his phone right in front of my face. The unmistakable sounds of the
camera made me aware he had too a picture of me,

“There……..happy now we have tears on record so I can collect my money” he
almost laughed.

Of course I nodded and he let go of my hair. He however wanted to make more use
of his phone and told me to move my hands so he could have my “arse” on file. Of
course I could not refuse and let my hands fall to the side of me. I was still sniffing
and sobbing as he told me to look over my shoulder and say “Cheese”. Oh god he
was loving this now and I had brought it all on myself and screwed my face up as he
held his phone up.

“Wow Jade…... your fat bum looks like rump steak fresh off the barbecue…..want
me to get you some lotion” he grinned.

I got to my feet and awkwardly tried to look around to see for myself. He was right,
the red lines reminded me of the griddle pan and yes my bottom had well and truly
been “Fried”. I was walking around aimlessly not knowing what to do when he
returned. It was pointless to try and cover myself now as he had obviously seen
more than enough. He ushered me to the table and still feeling dizzy I bent over. The
cold of the lotion made me gasp and just as I comprehended the indignity of his
hands roaming all over the cheeks of my bum a sudden fire erupted on my skin
again. He was laughing so much as I shot to my feet and danced frantically around
the table. The lotion was in fact the alcohol gel we have at the door due this
ridiculous damn Covid.

“There you go Brat……that’s for spoiling my game…..and you can finish clearing the
shed on your own now” he laughed.

“Well don’t get too used your stupid x-box..its double or quits remember” I yelled.