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3. Chapter

“Let's go to your room.”

Thalia lowered her hands, instinctively slipping into an embarrassed pose with one over her chest and one over her crotch, even though Roger had definitely seen all of her by now, and turned.

“Hey, I said hands on your head, didn't I?”

Thalia turned and huffed, giving him an incredulous look but then her mother cleared her throat and the girl's hands snapped right back to the top of her head, and off they went. Ever the gentleman, Roger let her go first, which provided him with the perfect angle and a rather close-up look of her cherry-red butt and even a few peeks at her pussy.

Mrs. Crowford turned up a minute later and gave Roger a big trunk which he opened and placed on the floor in the middle of Thalia's small, cosy bedroom.

Once alone, Thalia—with her palms still on her head—turned to Roger and finally managed to speak again.

“Roger, what's going on?”

“You've been diagnosed with PFDS and you're being treated.”

“But I wasn't diagnosed! I've never seen a doctor.”

“Dr. Edwards diagnosed you based on information your mum gave him. PFDS is a behavioural condition so self-reporting is unreliable. What your mum observed is more accurate.”

“And the treatment?”

“The treatment is to remind you that you're still a little girl and need to behave yourself. Basically. Now zip it,” he cut her off just as she was about to protest.

“Or do you want to be spanked yet again?” he narrowed his eyes at her and Thalia gulped and shook her head. How could this be happening? How can this be her life now, so different literally overnight?!

“You can lower your hands now, but no covering up. First, any electronic devices? We need all of them.”

Thalia groaned, but she was already learning that trying to protest was futile.

“Everything that has a display. Any tablets, your laptop, your mum told me she already took your phone... anything else like that?”

A few minutes later, the trunk already had her tablet, laptop and smart speaker in, as well as several magazines, a couple of books, one of which was a pretty much pornographic Japanese graphic novel.

“This sure puts 'graphic' in a graphic novel,” joked Roger, having skimmed through it after finding it as he checked the obvious hiding spots (it was under Thalia's mattress).

Her voice took on a teary, whiny tone.

“Please... my butt can't take any more spanking today. Do you have to show this to my mum? Roger, please...”

“Tell you what. We're about to go through your clothes and discuss your your... dress-code rules during the treatment. If you're a really good sport about it and do as you're told, I'll take the book away without showing it to your mum. Deal?”

Despite an edge of outrage that they were going to go through her clothes and likely confiscate some of them and that there was going to be a dress-code (?!), Thalia sighed and nodded. She didn't feel like she had another option.

“Deal,” she muttered, already suspecting it wasn't going to be a terribly good deal for her.

Her favourite crop-top, her studded faux-leather jacket and several other slightly “goth” items landed in the awaiting luggage. Thalia was going her best to be a “good sport” about it, but she was quietly seething.

“Try these on,” he casually handed her a pair of lace panties, one of the rare few recent pairs she had pressured her mum into buying.
“What do you mean, try? They are my clothes, of course they fit me,” she retorted.

“What happened to being a good sport? And obeying me, so you don't get spanked again?”

Thalia sighed and put the panties on.

“Happy?” she groaned, striking a modelling pose for Roger.

“Yes. Off and into the trunk, please.”

“Wait, what?! Why?”

“Those are not appropriate little-girl panties. I'm sure you can have them back once your treatment is on track and your symptoms improved.”

“What symptoms?!” she snapped.

“Snapping at people rudely, for one...” Roger pointed out. It made her blush. He had her there. Damn it.

“Come here!” he added, while she stood there awkwardly. All that was needed was a small step. Thalia shuffled over.

“Hands up.” This time, her hands went up and landed on the top of her head with her palms down without any delay. Roger slowly peeled the panties down her legs, made Thalia step out of them and tossed them in the trunk. She also owned a set of three almost-thongs. They were meant to be more sporty than sexy, but after modelling the dark blue pair for Roger, Thalia didn't protest when all three ended up in the trunk. Seeing the Zara dress she got for her birthday go in the trunk was perhaps the most difficult. Enough for Thalia to quietly wow to herself that she was going to be good and make sure the treatment works, so she could have it back soon, before she could catch herself and remember how unfair all this was and that the dress shouldn't be confiscated from her in the first place.

A few more items came on and quickly off again. Putting things on for Roger to “model” them for his assessment got easier with each go but Thalia went her cheeks flush with a new rush of blood every single time she had to get naked for him again. She just couldn't get used to that. Somehow, the moment of actually pulling something off her hips, revealing her mound had more of an impact on her than when she simply was naked afterwards. Nothing else was discarded. Roger wasn't being too mean and she really appreciated it. After a while it started to feel almost like hanging out when they were little, like playing dress-up. It really wasn't all that bad. Until, that is, Roger found the bag with her dancing and gymnastics outfits in her wardrobe. She meant to get rid of those, she hadn't worn any of them in over a year, most of them for much longer, but despite her insistence that dancing was “silly” and gymnastics “stupid” and refusing to train and carry on with what was once her number one pastime, she never quite got round to actually dumping her gear. She wouldn't admit it out loud but it did remind her of better times. She had quite fond memories of both practice sessions and competitions.

Now, with all those thin, sheer outfits, many with sequins and glitter on them spilled on her bed, she felt a sudden wave of something she couldn't quite place, but it was not a nice feeling and it made her almost nauseous. She really didn't want to be putting any of those outfit on for Roger. Not just because she had left that world behind, and it pained her more than she'd care to admit, they were also a bit ridiculous out of context, and all of them at least two sizes too small at this point.

Roger picked up a pale blue leotard with white hems. She gave him a look... and watched his eyes flick to the graphic novel, the fate of which was yet to be decided, currently lying on her bed. She took it and sat on her bed, and proceeded to slip her legs through it. It was far too small. It was from nearly four years ago. It was probably going to tear if she actually put it all the way on, with the shoulder straps in place. But Roger could already see all that. So why point out the obvious, just to be shot down again?

It took some effort. If it wasn't embarrassing and annoying, it would have been funny. It took careful tugging and movements that verged on contortionism but, a couple of minutes later, Thalia found herself, somewhat to her surprise, wearing the leotard which was still somehow in one piece. It was a high leg, revealing leotard four years ago and it looked absurd on her now. It was giving her what very much felt like a wedgie, both at the front and in the back. In the font, it clung to her pussy almost painfully, certainly quite uncomfortably, the fabric stretched so thin it was a little translucent and leaving almost nothing to imagination. It was also so narrow, in part because of the stretch, that her outer pussy lips were poking from underneath the hems on both sides. In the back, the tautly stretched fabric bunched together like a G-string, making her butt look pretty much naked, disappearing between her buttocks entirely. Most of her back was naked. Her hips and waist exposed. At the top, the straps were barely managing not to snap and tear. If she wasn't totally flat, her boobs would be spilling out of the outfit. As it was, her nipples were only just barely covered—although quite clearly outlined and obvious. Even if it wasn't uncomfortable and almost painful to wear the leotard, it felt so ridiculous she would rather be naked.

Even though she had been neglecting her friendship with Roger since her parents divorce and outright avoiding him lately, he was still a childhood friend and Thalia felt weirdly at ease around him. She had missed him, without even realising. The new, edgy, bratty girls she tried to befriend at school just weren't the same. Roger was a dependable, kind friend. Well, used to be. Now he was her peer supervisor, tormenting her. Thalia briefly pondered if she actually deserved all this.

“Can I take it off?” she asked. “It feels weirder than being naked,” she pouted.

“Up to you I guess,” said Roger and smiled wryly.

“But we're about done here and we'll be going out, to the backyard soon.”

Thalia froze mid motion, paled, her eyes bulging at him in shock.

“Roger?” was he serious. Oh my god, he looked serious!!!

Before she even realised what she was doing, Thalia slipped to her knees, hands joined in front of her as if in prayer, begging. Proper, old-school, on her knees, pretty-please begging.

“Please don't make me go outside naked or... wearing this. Please, pretty please! I'll be so good. I'll do anything... I'll model all these leotards for you. You can peel them off me if you like?” she tried, remembering the mischievous smile of enjoyment on his face when he had previously taken charge and pulled her leggings and panties off her.

Roget noticed that she didn't even try to stomp her foot and declare that it simply wasn't going to happen. Thalia was clearly learning that she was no longer in charge. She wasn't arguing, she was pleading. Already. Day one. Well, technically day two—Mrs. Crowford had clearly confiscated Thalia's phone and spanked her quite hard on the night before.

“Okay. That was... very polite,” he offered, the corners of his mouth twitching, barely containing a big shit-eating grin. He liked Thalia naked on her knees, begging for mercy. He could work with that kind of attitude.

“I think you deserve a sporting chance. Here's the deal. I'll give you twelve instructions. Nothing impossible, nothing that's worse than going outside naked. But I make no promises otherwise. They may seem silly, random, some of them will be things you would normally say 'no way' to. If you can do each one of them without kicking up a fuss first, that's it. I'll leave you to it once I've given twelve direct instructions and you've just... followed them. If you say anything, though, like “why” or “no” or “no fair” then we're going out, no second chances. Deal?”

He actually offered his hand to shake. What choice did she have, really? It was a chance to stay inside at least. Thalia reached out, grabbed his hand, noticing it felt warm and firm as he squeezed and shook her hand... and the game was on!

And was that... was that a spark of excitement in Thalia's eyes? A glint of interest? She's been all doom and gloom lately, about as grumpy as a girl can be, snappy, short, avoidant. And here she was now. Naked, her butt glowing red from all her recent spankings, about to be given commands and challenges and aware that messing up could land her naked butt outside and yet, instead of whining, rolling her eyes and looking bored or “oh so over it”, Thalia had that bouncy, excited energy about her that he used to love when they were still friends and spent endless hours playing dramatic, adventurous make-believe games together.

“Cool. Number one. Fetch me something I can tie your hands with and hop on the bed, on your back. And let me tickle you to my heart's content.”
Roger's eyes twinkled when he saw Thalia's eyes BULGE and her teeth sink into her lower lip. He played a trump card early. He knew Thalia was extremely, unusually, almost … absurdly ticklish. Back when they used to hang out, in the good old days, he used to win any play-fights very easily, simply by giving her a few well-aimed pokes and tickles. Once, when they were both eight, Thalia actually wet herself a tiny bit, just enough for the stain to show on her joggers, and she got very upset. They actually ended up making a special friendship deal that he wouldn't tickle her unless she actually said it was okay and he would stop when she squealed stop. That was a long time ago, and Roger, being the honest and respectful boy that he tended to be, barely ever tickled Thalia since then. Then their friendship faded, despite his efforts... and here he was, throwing Thalia a curveball.
With her jaw clenched, she rummaged through her wardrobe for a while a managed to find a skipping rope. She handed it over and shoved it in his hand, frowning and pouting. To her credit, she didn't say it wasn't fair, but trust me, you could read those words right off her face even if you're not normally too good about that kind of a thing.

She lied on her back on the bed and brought her wrists to the headboard, still pouting sourly.

Roger slipped on top of her, straddling her and grinned.

“I won't stop as soon as you say stop. In fact not for a while after that, he warned.”

“U-hum,” she huffed crossly. Just as she had suspected. Her playful excitement from a moment ago was gone. She was cross and annoyed now. And, despite doing her best not to show it, also a bit scared. Would he take it too far? Make her wet herself? The memory from years ago rose up in her head, as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

Roger tied her wrists carefully. For a nerdy boy who had never been in the boy scouts, he wasn't half bad with his knots, tying her wrists with multiple evenly spread loops, cinched off securely so they would neither tighten nor loosen when pulled on, and only then tied the skipping rope to the bars of the headboard.

It was his turn to blush as he shifted down, so he'd be straddling Thalia's thighs, not her mid-section, revealing more of her body to his shimmering, tickling fingers. He had a RAGING boner, then again, who wouldn't? Thalia was a pretty girl. And she was naked. And tied up. At his mercy. And he was right on top of her in a rather... suggestive position. And he was about to touch her. Well, tickle her, but... nothing was stopping him from copping a feel of wherever he wanted while he was at it.

“You're a meanie,” she pouted, but... was there the tiniest hint of that spark in her eye again?

“I'm the absolute worst. Totally sucks that you're stuck with me as your peer supervisor. And your tickle-torturer...”

“Seriously. You're like... literally evil!” she accused, but the corners of her mouth were twitching—and this was before Roger's fingertips made ANY contact with her skin, at least since he quite competently tied her up.

Roger scratched his chin, putting an over the top “thinking pose” on.

“What?” Thalia pouted.

“Can't decide if calling me a meanie and evil counts as kicking up a fuss, because if it does, you're going outside naked,” he reminded her.

“Nooooooo!” she whined. “I'm' good! I'm tied up!” she blushed and bit her lip. “You can tickle,” she said in a very small voice.

Tied up. Naked, with her arms above her head and Roger over her legs, pretty much pinning her in place. If ever there was a perfect tickling victim, Thalia was it! And Roger knew all (okay maybe not quite all-all) her most ticklish spots!

It only took the briefest of shimmer over her sides and she was already giggling and laughing. A few moments later, poking around her waistline, Roger had her bucking and laughing out loud. Soon, she was squealing. A mere minute later he had her red-faced, gasping for air, with tears of laughter in her eyes, begging and pleading for him to stop as much as her breath allowed.

And he hadn't even touched her armpits, which he knew were even more ticklish than her body lower down her sides.

“I'm gonna wet my bed,” she murmured, almost purple-faced with embarrassment, but she needed to warn him. No one else was as physical with her as Roger used to be when they were still friends, she was totally unused to being tickled these days and her bladder had no practice, no “stamina” of that sort.

Roger scooted further down her legs, shifted his weight and parted them a bit, sinking down on his knees between them, parting them wider. He leaned in and examined Thalia's pussy from up close.

With her legs parted, he could finally see more than just that neat “coin slit”. Thalia was only just beginning to develop but with her particular skin tone, those early signs of development were easily observed. Her skin, including that of her outer pussy lips was quite light. Inside her panty-shaped tanlines, which were barely noticeable now in spring, ahead of beach season, her complexion lacked that slight olive tinge, which made the fact that her tiny inner labia, her clitoral hood and the clit itself were a rich, pink colour that Roger didn't quite know the right name for but it reminded him of Mrs. Davlov's echinacea flowers. (She was an old lady down the road with a beautiful front yard, but you don't want to hear about her now, I bet!) The colour Roger was gawping at from right up close is perhaps best described as nectar pink. A bright, vibrant pink with just a hint of a violet. Thalia's pussy was beautiful in a way that Roger was totally unprepared for.

He'd seen women naked, even close-up photos of their pussies online like most boys his age these days but Thalia's pussy was right there. Warm and alive and real. The screen of his tablet didn't offer that hint of a curious tangy-sweet scent that was driving Roger wild. They were also adult women and total strangers he would never touch. This right here was so much better. It made his tween heart thump and his prick throb in synchronised rhythm with it.

His lips curved into a big, naughty grin.

“Thalia I don't think that's pee...” he reached out and just ever so gently brushed his fingertip along one of her petals down low, near her opening. Just as he had expected from what he had noticed, his finger glided over the pinkness underneath slickly, without any friction.

His eyes flicked up. Maybe touching her right there was a step too far... but as their eyes met he could immediately see Thalia was far too mortified by being found so obviously turned on and so stumped by his shamelessly close-up and personal examination of her most intimate parts that she wasn't going to complain.

Roger scooted up, his knees close to her still very embarrassingly wide-splayed legs and then he leaned over Thalia. He went almost nose-to nose with her, enjoying that deer-in-headlights expression. She clearly expected the tickling to resume.

“What?” he pouted. “Now that I know I can tickle you anytime I command you to let me tie you up, I don't have to push it too far. We haven't put a towel or anything over the bed so we wouldn't want you to wet it for real,” he winked and then... two things happened in a very quick succession. Rather than arguing with him and calling him mean again, Thalia just slightly, playfully frowned and pouted back at him... a moment Roger chose to steal her first kiss. Just lips on lips, softly, but when he lifted his face off hers and reached for the skipping rope to untie her, Thalia's eyes were wide and dizzy in a whole new way. She was still blushing, properly flustered. What just happened?

And in the back of her mind, a loud scream.

That was my first kiss! First kiss!!! And it was Roger. Roger...

She had never kissed anyone, not on the lips. Not even on a dare or as a part of some game. For Thalia, kisses were quite special. She wanted her first one to be memorable … and, well, that it certainly was. Gosh-damn-it.

“Number two. Tell me how that felt.” Roger was looking straight into her eyes.

Number two what? She looked at him like he was an alien from another planet for a moment, then she remembered. Twelve commands and she better be good or else they are going outside. While she's naked. And now also... wet and pink and puffy down there. She would probably just drop dead if someone... well someone else saw her like that. Roger had clearly seen everything and somehow she was still alive and breathing. But from the way she felt her heart racing and felt blood rushing through her so vigorously she actually heard the hum of it in her ears for a moment, maybe it had been a close call.

And now she had to tell him. What exactly?

She was feeling almost everything at once. It was impossible to describe. How could such a hurricane of feelings even be squeezed into words.
“Now, or we can carry on with this conversation outside,” he pressed while she was still totally speechless. The bastard!

“I don't know, Roger. A lot. My butt hurts. It's weird being naked. I hate my life, I hate this PFDS... thing,” she clearly only just stopped herself from calling it nonsense again.

“And now you kissed me.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why did you kiss me?” she frowned.

Roger didn't hesitate.

“Because you're cute. Especially when you're naked and blushing. Even when you're mad,” he lightly poked her, making her giggle.

Cute. Ugh. Well if she wasn't feeling like a toddler before, she sure was now. Except people didn't kiss cute toddlers on the mouth, did they? Was Roger basically admitting that he fancied her? Thalia's eyes drifted down. She had been too flustered and busy being tickled and touched and kissed that she barely paid any attention to her fully dressed friend, but even fully dressed, Roger couldn't conceal the boner he was currently sporting. It was turning his joggers into one big tent.

“Cute, uh?” she grinned, eyeing the bulge.

“Cute,” he winked.

She wasn't sure why, but she was actually relieved that his help wasn't entirely selfless like he had made it sound to her mum. The fact that he wanted to be around her while she was naked because he fancied her felt kinda good. Warm in the pit of her belly. She could work with cute, maybe.

Maybe it wasn't going to be too bad. Roger stopped tickling her before it got too bad. And he didn't rub it in when he noticed her all slick and puffed up down below. Even if, in hindsight, that was probably because he was visibly turned on down below as well.

Good ole Roger pushing the envelope. Having taken it that far that fast, it makes me wonder what he could possibly be conniving next. I certainly hope this story lasts long enough for her to start budding over the summer. All of the sexual arousal and thoughts is bound to get her to blooming pretty fast. I'm hoping she gets some sun and time in a swimming pool. Will Roger keep her to himself, or will he share her with some of his friends and their schoolmates?

This is getting great now!

4. Chapter

“Number three?”

This time it was Roger who took a moment to remember what that was all about. He got momentarily distracted by the fact that Thalia didn't complain about being called cute. And didn't complain about his boner. They just exchanged a look.

And now she as good as reminded that he was in charge. And that he could push her, test her a little. That he could have fun!

“Grab your markers and find the biggest piece of paper you can find.”

After being tied up for tickling, this seemed a suspiciously tame respect, but Thalia didn't comment. She had a dozen instructions to go through and she suspected Roger would try and challenge her and catch her out. She really didn't want to go to the backyard. Her house the third from the left (looking from the road) in a row of eight terraced houses. The yards were small, narrow, and the fences not that tall. Going outside naked meant didn't just pose a risk of being spotted by someone else. It was almost a certainty! Their classmate Jenna lived two houses down and she could see into the Crowford's garden when she looked out of her window. And the Bergels next door often had their two nephews staying for the weekend. Two curious young imps who almost certainly wouldn't miss the show and they would also never let Thalia hear the end of it.

And if the news spread... the path along the stream along the back ends of the terraced yards allowed anyone from the neighbourhood to sneak over and just look; the fence there was just chicken wire and a small gate. The idea that a brat like Henry could see her like she was now and spread the news at school was just unbearable.

Paper and felt tips felt infinitely safer by comparison, whatever Roger's plan was! At least that's what Thalia thought at that moment.
They didn't find anything larger than a normal A4, which Roger wasn't pleased with, so they started by sellotaping a bunch of printing papers into a nice large poster.

“You'll write neat and pretty and girlie. We'll make a poster and it better look cute and fun. Like a little girl had a lot of fun making it.”
Thalia gave him a small, tense, sour smile but didn't protest as the picked up a purple marker.

“The heading at the top: Thalias's DLM treatment regime. Nice big letters. You can add stars and decorations later. For now, let's focus on the text.” Thalia wrote the words out, feeling mixed. There were clearly going to be rules. Potentially embarrassing rules. Having a poster like that on display could be pretty humiliating. However, at least she was going to know what the rules were. So far, everyone's just been bossing her about and spanking her butt!

This sense of relief was very brief, replaced with a sense of shock and dread as soon as Roger dictated the first rule of what seemed like a crazy, impossible list to her. He was sneaking peaks at his phone. Did Dr. Edwards help him with this? She really hoped not! In fact, she hoped he was just messing with her as she wrote the following down:

1. Obedience. Thalia MUST do as she is told by persons in charge (currently mum and Roger).
2. Naked time. Thalia is to be naked at home. Undress as soon as you come home from school. Get dressed after breakfast on school days. Weekends are naked time. Other than school uniform, only put clothes on when mum or Roger tells you to.
3. Inspections. Before going out of the house, your clothing must be approved as appropriate for your age and the occasion every time. Inappropriate clothes will be removed but not always replaced. Thalia isn't allowed to bring ANY clothes (i.e. spare, change) other than P.E. kit on P.E. days outside the house.
4. Open doors at all times. Outside of school, Thalia isn't allowed to be alone in a room with the doors closed. Doors are to be left at least ajar. This includes her bedroom and the bathroom.
5. Supervised Bathtime. Take a bath every day. Make sure someone checks you are washing well. Accept assistance as needed.
6. Chores. Thalia does all chores assigned to her by persons in charge. Daily list to be found on the fridge door. Chores are to be crossed out once finished. Badly done chores, skipped or forgotten chores as well as any and all complaints about the chores will result in spanking.
7. Maintenance spankings. Thalia gets spanked every day. She is to show up naked, brign her hairbrush, then wait with her hands on her head for the spanking—no later than 8 pm. Maintenance spankings are delivered at the discretion of the person in charge but usually light and quick. However, any bad behaviour from the day that Thalia hasn't been punished for yet gets added to this spanking.
8. Repeated spankings. When she needs to be punished, Thalia is to be hand-spanked a maximum of two times a day. If she behaves badly after that, a hairbrush or a paddle is to be used. The fourth spanking of the day will be with the belt, a switch or a cane except when Thalia's butt is too damaged, at which point she might be spanked or switched:
   on the front side
   on her thighs
   on her feet
   over her nipples
   Alternative punishments and humiliations may be used at the discretion of the person in charge.

By the time she had written down the bullet-pointed list near the end, detailing how she might get spanked and switched “on her front side” (Jason's polite way of describing a pussy-spanking) or on her nipples (he couldn't be serious, right?) she was struggling to write neatly because her hand got shaky. She felt a cold pit in her tummy. She was lucky to be lying on her belly on the floor because her legs have turned to jelly. She couldn't have remained standing if she wanted to. Roger was merciless, though. He made her finish writing the entire list, and he made her decorate it, too. Adorn it with pretty floral motives, spirals and twirls. Making it look ever-so-pretty. And childish...

“Good,” he finally decided it was good enough. He grabbed some blue-tack from her art supplies drawer and the went back downstairs, into the kitchen. Roger headed towards the plain bit of wall in front of which Thalia was made to kneel earlier, when she was in “corner time” and he pinned it to the wall so it would be just above her head when she was kneeling in the same spot again.

“Mrs. Crowford, please, come see,” he called. “We made a helpful list of instructions that summarise Thalia's treatment regime for now. It takes treatment-avoidance into account and involves preventative measures. Dr. Edwards helped design it so it's in a-accordance with the research,” Roger parroted the memorised, adult phrase as practised at home.

Mrs. Crowford read through the rules.

She nodded along, at times she seemed to be having a bit of an issue processing or imagining something but she didn't comment until she hit the “maintenance spanking” point.

“Maintenance spankings? Are those really necessary?”

“Yes, ma'am. The idea is that the routine matters. Thalia's acceptance of not being in control, and not being the one to decide if she deserves a spanking or how serious a spanking is what's important, according to Dr. Edwards,” he explained. “They can be pretty much symbolic as long as there's really no reason for a real spanking.”

“I see. That makes sense,” muttered Mrs. Crowford. Did it? Thalia eyed her mother in shock. What seemed like a mean prank of Roger's was quickly turning into Thalia's new reality. On display in the kitchen-dining room, too! Every visitor, everyone who walked into the room would see the list. Naked time. Supervised bath time. It was going to happen to her... and worse still, she wasn't going to be able to keep it much of a secret. Not with he rules so blatantly on display!!!

Thalia shivered.

“C-could these maybe hang like... in my room?” she suggested nervously.

“Here's just fine. For everyone to see. It's good to have these things on display, so there's no confusion about them,” insisted Roger, who was perfectly aware of Thalia's motivation there. Why she didn't want the poster up on the kitchen wall for everyone to see.

“I think I like it there. So I don't forget,” Mrs. Crowford commented, a little vaguely, but even so... the matter was decided. Thalia eyed the list and blushed. Her eyes lingered near the end once more, on the bullet points. So did her mothers', it turned out.

“Uhm, Roger, what are front spankings?” Roger grinned. Did Mrs. Crowford really lack imagination to this degree, or was she just playing her daughter at this point? He honestly couldn't tell.

“Allow me to demonstrate. Tali, come on.”

Roger led the way to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

“Sit on my lap. Sideways,” he demanded. “Facing that way,” he pointed to his right.

“Now lean back, both hands on the floor. Good.”

He pulled her right leg right toward himself, all the way to his crotch.

“Now slide your left leg all the way off. Go on. Further, further. Past my knee. Attagirl. Now turn it, so your toes are pointing away. Perfect.”
Roger turned to Mrs. Crowford.

“I've seen Jason, I mean Dr. Edwards do this. I know how to do it right,” he reassured her calmly.

And then...

*pap*

His hand landed over Thalia's pussy. It was a relatively light tap but she still jerked and gasped.

*pap*

“Wait!” Thalia wailed in panic. “Isn't one enough for demonstration?!” she whined.

“What do you think, Mrs. Crowford. I think at least one more... You see you can also hold your fingers nice and straight...

*PAP*

“Yeowch!!!” Thalia bucked in his lap and started to rise to sit up.

“Stay put or you'll get more,” he warned her sternly and Thalia froze, leaning back once more.

“Sorry,” she peeped, instead of fussing like she had intended to. She most definitely didn't want more of this. Especially since Roger clearly knew how to fine tune it on a scale from a tapping sensation that was... almost shamefully confusing, a weird mix of pleasure-pain that was hurting her dignity more than it hurt her body... all the way to pretty stingy, nasty smacks that actually hurt, like the last one did. Roger smiled. It didn't escape him that the pussy, so lewdly on display for him in that position, was pink and slick. Now the pinkness reminiscent of inside of a seashell could possibly be blamed on the few taps he had just delivered, but the wetness was very much Thalia's own. Though maybe it had something to do with the front-spanking as well...

Did Mrs. Crowford notice? If she did, she didn't comment. She wasn't even looking too directly, she seemed a little uncomfortable.

“Do I need to demonstrate any of the others?” Roger asked casually and Mrs. Crowford looked at the poster with Thalia's rules.

“I think I get the idea,” she said after a moment of contemplation, smiling.

“And by the looks of it, you're better at this anyway. Would you mind if I left you in charge of the spankings? Maintenance and otherwise?” asked Mrs. Crowford.

“Like I said, Mrs. Crowford. I'm here to help. I'll do my best.”

Roger allowed Thalia to sit up and gave her a quick hug.

“Good girl.”

“That last one really hurt,” she pouted.

“Good!” he insisted. “The demonstration was for you, too, so you know what will happen when you've behaved badly and your butt's already too worn!”

Thalia tried to glare at him angrily, but naked, red-faced and flustered after his demonstration, it was a bit too much of an ask to look genuinely threatening in any way. She looked more like a pouty toddler that just found out they were definitely not getting any more ice-cream, no matter what. She decided not to argue. It was a bit late for that anyway. Instead, she decided to address something that's been bothering her ever since she wrote down rule number 2.

“I have question.”

“Uhum?” Roger encouraged her. She didn't realise they were sort of snuggled up, that he was stroking her hair and her back until after she had already leaned into it.

“About rule number two. It says I have to get naked as soon as I come home... and be naked on weekends. But what if we have guests around? What if I bring a friend home, to do some school project?” she tried that angle; making having friends over sound like a necessity, not just something her mum could casually forbid for the time being.

“What about then? The rule's a rule,” Roger shrugged.

“What? But I can't...”

“You can and you will. Does that answer your question?”

Thalia's jaw tensed, her teeth grinding. She was livid. She shot her mother a desperate look, hoping she would dismiss and overrule that, but she found her simply nodding along.

Well. So much for having friends over then. Thalia idly wondered how long this treatment needed to be, but decided she didn't actually want to ask right away. Better not poke the bear, she told herself, but really, she feared Roger would say something like “months” or even “years”. She dreaded that possibility too much to find the courage to ask.

Roger nudged her off his lap.

“We have all things that would impede Thalia's treatment ready, Mrs. Crowford,” Roger suddenly remembered. They all went up, and a minute later, so much that Thalia had been taking for granted was locked away and tucked under her mother's bed.

Mrs. Crowford headed back downstairs after, and Thalia turned and started to walk away from Roger, towards the bathroom.

“Thalia?”

She turned around, confused. Roger said her name quite sharply, in a questioning sort of way.

“We're on four out of twelve—I'm counting the front-spanking demonstration. But we're not done. Where do you think you're going?”
“Just the loo,” she groaned. “I'll be right back.”

Roger stepped to her and grabbed her wrist.

“No, Thalia.” She blinked at him in shock. What, so now she couldn't go to the toilet?

“We're in the middle of something. How about you ask before you walk away from me.”

“Ask?” she gulped, flushing, partly in anger, partly because the idea of asking... like he was a teacher, and she an errant little school-girl who needed a hallway pass during a lesson felt like a whole new kind of humiliating.

Roger held her gaze calmly and held onto her wrist. She was tempted to just ignore the urge, hold it in a while... but they still had eight instructions to go through. If Roger wanted her to beg on her knees to be allowed to use the toilet, she was going to end up begging, she already suspected as much.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

Roger opened his mouth... it looked like his first instinct was just to say 'yes' but he stopped himself. She wished she had just asked right away, without questioning him. Of course he was going to remind her who was in charge... yet again.

“Ask properly. What do you need to do? You're not going to have a bath, are you?”

“Can I go to the toilet?” she tried again, doing her best not to sound like she was growling even as she muttered through gritted teeth.
“Number one or number two?”

Her eyes widened. Was he seriously... She puffed up, then deflated.

“Just number one,” she mumbled, blushing.

“Okay. Door open all the way, then,” he instructed and followed her.

“Where are you going?” she snapped.

“Just over here.” He stopped by the bathroom door. Where he was going to have a full frontal view of her as she used the toilet.

“Please tell me you're just kidding?” she groaned.

“Not kidding. I'll be out here. It's not like I'm supervising you up close. Unless you want me to?”

Quickly realising that Roger was only going to double down if she pushed back, she smiled at him sourly.

“I'm fine, thanks. Over here's perfectly fine.”

He lightly smacked her butt and she scurried over to the toilet. Hands brushing over her hips out o habit, fingers seeking fabric to pull down, finding none. Right. Naked already. Well at least there was that. She sat down.

She tried to resist looking in his direction but couldn't stop herself and so she saw him. He just stood there. Not even on the threshold; he had kept his word and stayed outside on the landing. He was several steps away. But he had direct line of sight and somehow she felt her cheeks heating up and flushing with a whole new wave of redness, blushing hard. She still wasn't used to being naked in front of him and now this... this felt super-weird. Dirty. Naughty. Peeing was private. It wasn't something you did with a boy looking at you.

But she needed to go.

She really needed to go and she understood, deep down, that Roger wasn't going to budge on this. She closed her eyes hard, clenched her teeth, tilted her head down... and moments later, her pee started to ring against the ceramic inside of the toilet. She wiped herself, flushed, washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. She wished she could control her blushing but there was no way of preventing or concealing it. And her throat was too tight from embarrassment for a snide remark. Also, would he just spank her butt, or worse, spank her somewhere else if she called him a pervert?
In the end, she said nothing, instead she followed him into her bedroom with just a very small sigh. She expected him to just … carry on. After all, he made it sound like she had interrupted something when she needed to go to the toilet.

But Roger sat on her bed and patted it, signalling for her to join him and six next to him.

“So... it looks like I'm not just your peer supervisor, but... totally in charge of spanking you.”

Thalia just pouted.

“I mean... imagine if I forget to come over and it's eight pm...”

She looked at him, frowning, a little confused.

“Well you MUST come for your maintenance spanking. Naked. Bring me a brush, stand in front of me naked and wait to be spanked. Imagine I were at home, had a few mates over,” he snorted. “And you come trotting across the road, my mum let's you in and you hurry up to my bedroom for... maintenance,” he drawled that last word teasingly. Thalia's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. She had absolutely not realised what he had meant. The realisation struck her like a lightening.

“Roger...” her voice was full of panic. “Please... please don't make me do that... I...” she sniffled. Curled up, hugging herself. The very idea of it made her feel cold enough to give her goosebumps and nauseous.

He didn't answer right away and she slipped off the bed and knelt in front of him. Second time in one day. It felt good.

“You can't avoid going out naked for ever,” he told her. “But we don't have to rush it,” he stroked her hair.

“How about for now, we agree that you can wait for your maintenance spanking here, when I'm not in the house. Let me show you how I want you to wait, yeah?”

Which was how Thalia found herself on her bed, on her knees, with her legs wide spread, pushing her exposed pussy and butthole out towards the door, down on her elbows, staring into the wall. With an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush resting on the bed between her legs.

“Like that. Make sure the door is wide open, and once you get in position to wait for me, you STAY in position. Only if I don't show up for a whole hour and it's your bedtime, you can carry on with your bedtime routine. But don't worry. I'll show up,” he smiled.

“Now, stay in that position a while longer, to practice,” he chuckled.

“And let's discuss why your pussy's so wet right now!”

Thalia died a little inside. Lewd as the position was, even with her slit, pink and visibly, undeniably slick, at least she didn't have to face Roger. She was blushing so hard she was crimson to the tips of her ears, burning all over.

“I don't know. I swear I don't know...” she whined.

“Well, maybe I do. Maybe you know, deep down, that this is all exactly right for you. That it really is the treatment you need,” chuckled.

Thalia sniffed but without an alternative explanation to present, it was hard to argue with Roger's absurd point. The rest of the afternoon wasn't so bad. He made Thalia do a few more harmless chores around the house. He pulled a bunch of webcams from his backpack, placed them, plugged them in and connected them to the wifi. He shushes all attempts to protest.

“It's essential for the treatment. You must be supervised. Privacy is dangerous. I won't put one in the bathroom, to respect your mum's privacy, but you'll keep the door open and won't waste time in there, got it? When you come from school, make sure to come to your room to put your school uniform away and make sure at least one of the cameras catches your naked butt.” They even practised that. Roger conveniently forgot to mention that the second camera was a “fish-eye” and saw the entire room from where it was placed. When it got near supper time, Thalia still technically had three instructions to follow, by Roger's count anyway (he had given over a hundred actual instructions, most so casual and minor it didn't even occur to him to count them.

He picked up the “dirty” book and slipped it under his t-shirt and winked. Phew. He was going to take it away and not mention it to her mum. At least she dodged that bullet!

“I need to go home for lunch, but I'll be back at eight or thereabouts. You know what to do,” he told her and quickly hugged her before leaving the house.

Thalia's life is becoming very, very structured. I'm loving it!
Posting her rule list where even visitors can see them is a great humiliation.

This is quickly becoming one of my favourite stories!

Have just started reading this story. Loving the plot. Well done!

Having a toy such as this one would be so much fun. I am not so sure that I would ever want to share it with anyone else.

This is shaping up as a very lovely story! A fine mix of romance and BDSM, Thank you Mars, and I hope it goes far.

The most amusing part, is that bullshit pseudo-psych-science mumbo jumbo regardless, it's sailing very close to the wind of what's wrong with modern cultural behavioral 'norms.' Essentially women acting like totally soulless, selfish and destructive arsholes, and thinking that is 'strong' and how they should be.

I'm guessing you're familiar with the term MGTOW?
You might find this guy on YT interesting: https://www.youtube.com/@alexandergrace5350

5. Chapter

A hug.

A hug?

A hug!

Roger had no way of knowing but that simple act of affection, weird as it was to receive it in the bare, left Thalia frozen in spot, mind reeling, for several minutes after he left. Tears appeared in her eyes. It was all so confusing. Of course she hated to be naked, spanked, treated like she was little. She hated every minute of it. Right? But she couldn't deny that she got wet, more than once during the day.

The memory of Roger's kiss lingered and sent a tingle through her belly when she closed her eyes and remembered it. Then. The hug. Roger was as casual with his affection as he was with being bossy and strict. And while Thalia felt angry at being treated like a little girl, she couldn't deny deep down that there was a nice side to it. She had Roger's attention. He was spending time with her, and he thought she was cute.... she blushed again.
Weirdly, having strict rules, even though they were embarrassing also made life simple. Roger's parting words were quite correct. She knew what to do. She had to stay naked, she couldn't escape on her phone or laptop. She was very aware of the camera aimed at her bed. He could be watching anytime. That too felt a strange mix of slightly creepy and weirdly reassuring.

Lunch was a quiet affair. The childish, hand-made poster with all the new house rules for Thalia seemed to glow at her, mock her even as she shovelled pasta into her mouth. Then a weirdly quiet afternoon. She could have asked her mum to approve an outfit and go out, but she didn't feel like it, she was still processing everything that happened that morning. She went to her room, trying not to think about the cameras too much.
She had not realised how much time she used to spend on her phone, playing pointless games and doom scrolling. Suddenly, there was time to read. Draw. It was a bit surreal to sit at her desk naked. She assumed she'd just forget about it at some point, get used to it, but... no. The awareness lingered. It just felt too different... Air on her naked skin. Carpet underfoot. The coarse fabric of her swivel chair against her bare butt. Naked. And, despite that, also bored. Not a little bored, either.

Properly bored in a dull, bothersome way that felt like an itch inside her brain. For the first time in many, many months Thalia went down and asked mum if she needed any help. Roger already made her do most of the obvious chores but they did a deeper clean of the kitchen together, cooked nice supper. Chatted. There were no spankings, no talk of the new rules, or Thalia's condition. Just a naked girl spending time with her mum, helping. Hanging out. Something they haven't done in a long time either. It felt nice. Even aware of her nudity and with the poster of rules repeatedly catching her eye, Thalia felt nice. Relaxed. This was different. Like actually having a mum. Not just accidentally living under the same roof with a distracted, chaotic woman.

Stripped and spanked, earlier that day Thalia would have sworn this was going to be the worst day ever. She wouldn't admit it out loud, in fact, she was struggling to wrap her head around it, but it actually turned out to be the best, most wholesome day she had in a long while instead. Still. She found herself nervous and tense after supper. Eight o'clock was approaching. Her maintenance spanking... for which she had to wait in that humiliating, revealing position. And then... supervised bath time. Start of her new “little girl” routine.

Unnerving or not and most definitely humiliating as her instructions were, Thalia didn't want a real, hard spanking, so just shy of eight, she climbed onto her bed and got into exactly the position Roger had taught her earlier. Spreading her knees and lowering herself down, dipping her tummy and pushing her butt out until her pussy and butthole were as lewdly on display as possible. She left the door wide open. After all the only other person in the house was mum, and Roger was going to see whatever he wanted to see when he came anyway. She was more nervous about the camera. Was it secure? And even if it was, was Roger recording the stream? The idea he could be showing what she was doing right in that moment to someone made her feel like she suddenly had a heavy, hard knot in her tummy.

Roger came at 8 pm sharp, Mrs. Crowford let him in and they spoke briefly. Thalia couldn't hear or understand any of it which only made her more nervous.

Luckily, her friend didn't leave her waiting for too long, slipping into her room and closing the door only a minute later, taking in the glorious view.
“Where's the brush?”

Oh damn! She totally forgot about the brush.

“I'm sorry. It's on the chest of drawers. I forgot. I'm really sorry, Roger, honestly.”

“All right, all right,” he responded softly.

“Not such a big deal. It's your first try. I'd say two more medium whacks, one on each bun, will sort that out and help you remember next time,” he decided and picked up the brush.

He sat on the bed.

“Come on, then. Get in position. Next time I'll just tap the brush against my palm and you'll know it's time,” he told her.

Thalia whimpered wordlessly, something that sounded like reluctant acknowledgement, slipped back and then climbed over his lap.

Man. What a butt. Even with joggers on, even through his underpants, she could feel his erection poking against her lower belly before he even started to spank her. He touched her butt, stroked it... she whimpered again. A part of her wanted to protest, but another part of her liked it, even if it felt like being toyed with... and she ultimately just didn't dare argue with the boy who was about to lay into her ass as little or as much as he liked to.
The six smacks he delivered felt almost like nothing. They certainly didn't hurt properly. But his proximity, the humiliation of the whole process and maybe, just maybe his boner poking against her bare skin down under made her pussy wet once more. Just when she thought it was over, Roger passed the brush from his left hand to his right and brought it to her left butt cheek with a smarting *crack*!

“Owww!” whined Thalia.

“One more,” he responded simply and smacked her other butt cheek, leaving each one with a rosy imprint of the hairbrush.

“Tomorrow, remember the brush,”

“I will,” she promised, pouting.

“And memorise your rules.”

She flinched, frowned, but stop just shy of actually protesting. After a tense moment, she deflated. Still over his lap, with her buttocks smarting most certainly wasn't the time and place to argue with him.

Roger let Thalia scramble off his lap. There was no dignified way of getting from that face-down butt-up position she had been spanked in. Especially for a shaky-legged, naked, blushing girl like Thalia. It didn't help that when she was finally upright again and met his eyes, she could see the smug, amused spark in them. Any hope that he perhaps didn't notice she got wet again was gone just like that. She felt her face getting a darker shade of red—pouting and frowning childishly when she realised that only made Roger beam at her more.

“Lets give you a bath,” he decided and went to run it. A nice, big, warm bubble bath. He even fished out a plastic duck somewhere. The indignity of it! And yet, slipping into the warm, fragrant and foamy waters felt good. Thalia found herself relaxing almost immediately, closing her eyes... maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

She opened her eyes wide in shock when Roger touched her shoulder with a sponge.

“Wait...”

“Yes?” he smiled cockily and Thalia took a deep breath and sighed. Sure. She could have complained and been overruled, or she could simply... not bother.

“Never mind.”

What followed was the sweetest torture of her life to date. Starting gently with her face and ears, Roger washed every inch of her body. Gently but thoroughly. She had no idea how good wet, warm friction could feel on the sides of her neck. Over her clavicles. Her nipples popped up, and it definitely wasn't from cold. Roger washed them very, very thoroughly, leaving her gasping and moaning. He scrubbed her back, her belly. He made her stand up and washed her lower belly, her hips, her butt.

“Bend over.”

She blushed, but obeyed and let him scrub her crack. He made her stand straight, with her legs apart as he ran the soapy, warm, wet sponge over her slit. She shivered and bit her lower lip, stifling a moan.

He did it again.

And again.

By the third time, her body instinctively pressed against the sponge. Roger smiled.

“Someone likes having her kitty washed.”

Thalia blushed, her face deep crimson. She couldn't have spoken even if she had some retort ready, which she very much didn't. Taut like a string, she moaned, her legs trembling as he ran the sponge over her pussy again. Then he reached down with his other hand and parted her pussy lips and ran the sponge, squeezed into a tighter ball, right over her inner petals and clit.

She was going to...

She had to tell Roger that she was going to...

But one quick glance at the shit-eating grin on his face told her that he already knew.

Damn you, Roger!

One more strokes. She was a single rub away. Buzzing. Tingling. The sponge slipped down her leg. Down her inner arm. Sending more tingles through her. Enough to keep her on the cusp. Not enough to bring her over it. Other leg.

“Please!” she breathed.

“Please, what?”

Almost purple-faced with embarrassment, she whimpered: “I'm so close. Too close. Don't stop now...”

“Nu-huh. Not today. Not on your own, either. Unless you want a naked walk and spanking in the park,” he warned.

The pang of fear that the threat caused almost brought her over the edge. She didn't know which way was up or down any more. Roger finished washing her legs, down past her knees, shins, calves. He made her sit in the bath, washed her feet. Even though he was being careful, that made her twitch and giggle. She was especially ticklish there!

The tickling and splashing that it caused brought her a little way down, away from the brink of what had felt inevitable but ended up not manifesting.
Why did he do that? Oh god! As she came down from the haze, still pent up but no longer quite as foggy-brained, she suddenly wished that ground could swallow her. The bath envelop her, drown her. Did she just admit she almost had an orgasm? Did she basically beg for it? Only to be oh-so-casually denied?

Roger rinsed her. Dried her. Made her brush her teeth. Being treated like a preschooler suddenly didn't matter. Thalia was still more than a little out of it. Clumsy. Flustered. She never felt a need so urgent. Never felt pleasure build in such a way... She could only give herself quick, brief orgasms normally, rubbing herself frantically, the heat rising, blooming with a pop, fading quickly. She had only discovered she could do that fairly recently and she had not been in the mood a lot of the time so even that fleeting “bump” of self pleasure she could achieve felt new to her. But Roger wasn't bringing her up a bump. More like a hill. A mountain! But he didn't take her to the peak. It seemed mean, and yet, would it have been more mortifying to cum right in front of him, on the sponge, being washed? How could she ever meet his eyes again had that happen? Maybe, despite the frustration, the pressure, the lingering heat in the pit of her tummy, it was better this way, she tried to tell herself but she didn't believe it for a heartbeat.
Once she was ready for bedtime, sans pyjamas, as was the new norm, Roger slipped something on her wrist. A plastic band. A lovely, violet one. That was her favourite colour.

“A watch?” she gave him a confused look.

“A fitbit,” he grinned. “I'll share your vitals with me. If you rub one out, I'll know, and you'll be punished, tomorrow. In public.”

Just when she thought her face couldn't go any more red, she felt the heat turning her skin beet-red all the way to the tips of her ears.

“B-but...”

“It's a big girl thing to do. You're not allowed. No cheating, if you take the fitbit off, even for a minute, I'll assume you were naughty and you'll get punished.”

Thalia's mouth was still opening and closing, fishing was something to do, when he tucked her in, kissed her forehead and bid her good night, over an hour before her usual bedtime.

Thalia didn't even realise, at that time, just how pre-planned all this had to be—it's not like Roger could have gotten a fitbit, clearly bought specifically for her, on the day. Theirs was a sleepy West country town—even the fastest e-shops did next day deliveries at best.

She lay there, hands on top of the duvet, her mind definitely not on sleep.

She wanted one thing, and one thing only... and she couldn't have it.

There was no way she could rub one out without her heartbeat spiking.

And given the rules that hung on the kitchen wall, she had no doubt that Roger would follow through with his threat and take her to the park. She couldn't. She simply couldn't.

It took Thalia a long time to fall asleep, but once she did, she slept soundly.

Her new situation was outrageous. Extreme! It should have taken more than three days for it to become a familiar routine but that's exactly what happened.

Roger spent a lot of Sunday around and he wasn't even too bossy. They played board games, watched TV. It was very much like in the good old days before Thalia's dad had left and everything went to shit. Except she was naked. This being a somewhat rainy Sunday, she never got to put a single stitch on. She woke up naked, ate her breakfast naked, spent her day hanging out with Roger—naked, all meals, all chores, all day totally in the bare.
She got spanked once, for snapping at Roger in outrage when he made her ask if she could go to the toilet, and then insisted on her leaving the bathroom door open even though she needed to go number two.

He didn't come upstairs with her (thank God!!!) but pooing naked, spanked, with the bathroom door wide open still was a mortifying experience.
Thalia did not forget the brush when she slipped into position to wait for her maintenance spanking that night.

She did not get to cum, even though Roger brought her almost too close during bath time. She actually felt a twinge... like she was about to “pop” but then the sponge disappeared, leaving her gasping.

On Monday, at school, things felt weirdly normal. No one knew about her new rules. Roger didn't tease her or treat her all that differently, except he didn't let her avoid and ignore him. He was being nice, though. It was like they were friends again. No one could have possibly guessed that the day ended with Thalia sticking her exposed pussy out towards the wide-open door of her bedroom, waiting for Roger to show up, pick up the hairbrush, rap it against his hand, and then once she was over his lap, use it to light up her butt. That he gave her a bath after. A bath that was a lesson in understanding mixed feelings.

She dreaded it. Yet also looked forward to it. Maybe today, he would rub just a bit too long, just a bit too hard and actually make it happen? No such luck. Roger was quickly getting good at reading all the signs. He “washed” her kitty just enough to leave her panting and squirming. Between the total lack of privacy and the fitbit on her wrist, there was no way she could do something about the urge she was left with. No longer just an incessant whisper of need but a near-continual scream in the back of her head.

What started as a single peak of desire was turning into a perpetual need. No longer a spark, it felt like a hot lump of coal in the pit of her belly. Ever present, harder and harder to ignore.

Tuesday was the same. Normal at school. Naked at home. Spanked at eight. Bathed... and left shuddering, burning with need, with no relief in sight.
She got spanked for trying to delay undressing on Wednesday. Her mum also ratted her out to Roger. Yes, that way round! It seemed like Roger was now the main person with authority in her life!

“Try that again, and you won't be allowed any clothes in the house at any point. Stripping on the porch before you go in,” he warned her that evening and lit her butt up quite a bit harder than during a routine “maintenance” spanking.

Her eyes bulged in shock at the threat and on Thursday she was naked in a flash, as soon as the front door closed behind her. That afternoon, her mum walked across the upstairs landing while Thalia was on the toilet, pooping. It didn't seem deliberate, in fact, her mum didn't comment or react in any ways, but their eyes have briefly met. The casual indignity of it chipped away at Thalia's previous sense of normalcy. This was her new normal. Nothing was private. Nothing was sacred.

And then, Friday. Remember that image I painted for you right at the start, of Thalia kneeling with her nose to the wall, her butt a red-hot mess after a serious spanking, sniffling while Roger relaxed on her bed? It started as soon as they got home from school, because Roger accompanied her home. It was bad enough that she had to strip naked as soon as she got home, but with him right there... she still found that bit the hardest. Not that being naked was easy, but pulling her clothes off with someone watching still bugged Thalia particularly badly.

“Can't I have a minute to myself?!” she grumbled.

“No. I have plans for this weekend so you need to crack on with chores.”

“Plans? What plans?”

That's where Mrs. Crowford cut in.

“Whatever they are, you're doing them. Whatever Roger says.”

“But mum!!!” Thalia whined.

“No butts. No complaints. And if you give Roger any trouble, I'll spank you at least as much as he did all over again! Whatever he says, Thalia. I you push back and he has to drag your butt to me for confirmation, I'll double down, and I mean DOUBLE on whatever he wants to do.”

Mrs. Crowford carried herself differently now than a mere week ago. She stood more upright. She seemed less exhausted. More confident. More herself. She felt more able to relax, now that Thalia wasn't constantly bickering with her. Now that the house was tidy and calm. Roger's, well, Dr. Edwards' methods worked. She felt so much better and she wasn't ready to give that up! She was 100% behind whatever Roger wanted to do. He had warned her that now that they had the basic routine established, they had to crank up Thalia's actual treatment—the regression and humiliation intended to overcome any resistance.

Thalia opened her mouth to protest. Doubling whatever Roger came up with? That was an outrageous idea! It left her completely at Roger's mercy! Which she kind of already was but... it still made her shiver.

“Go on now,” Roger slipped a piece of paper into Thalia's hand.

deep clean bathroom & toilet (wear gloves)

- mop kitchen floor
- hoover whole house
- do a dark wash (laundry)
- take the trash and recycling

She sighed, but cracked on with it. She was fuming—Roger planted himself in the living room, watched TV and cracked open a can of soda. So unfair!!! It's like he was rubbing it in. Sitting there dressed, doing nothing, while she slaved away. She hated doing the bathrooms, too. She started with them to get that chore out of the way quickly. Doing the laundry while she didn't have a stitch on very much felt like adding insult to injury. To be handling clothes, but not allowed to wear any. She turned the washing machine with her teeth gritted hard and then eyed the last item on her list.

It only occurred to her now that the bins were at the end of the drive. And it was a busy, late Friday afternoon out there. Kids playing, people passing by... Maybe if she followed her rules and didn't push her luck... she picked up a pair of panties, simple short shorts, a t-shirt and walked over the Roger.

“Uhm. I'm about to go outside. With the trash. Can you … uhm.. approve my outfit?” she showed him the simple garments and forced herself to smile.
It was a stiff, sour smile but... she had made an effort.

Roger looked at his phone.

“Oh wow, it's almost five already? No, just go quickly as you are. You're not leaving the property anyway.”

...as you are?

As she was?! Not only he was sitting here like some kind of lord while she slaved away. Not only was he dressed, while she had to strip naked in front of him and stay naked... and do more chores than she ever had to do in one day before this madness started but now he expected her to go outside naked... just like that?!

All the pent-up anger and frustration, mainly fuelled by the unfairness and indignity of her “treatment”, of all the rules but also most certainly not helped by the fact she had been toyed with and edged all week and never once got to get off just exploded.

“Fuck you! I'm not doing that. The neighbours' kids are outside, they'll see me! I'm done with this shit!”

She threw her clothes at Roger's face and turned around to stomp off, very much intending to go to her bedroom, slam the door, because... fuck these stupid rules... throw herself on the bed and sulk. Maybe get dressed, first. Just to show him she wasn't going to play along with this insanity any more.
Thalia, however, underestimated both how fast and how strong Roger was. She found his hand clamped around her biceps suddenly and firmly. He pulled her back hard enough to make her stumble. She squealed and tried to spin around to hit him, but Roger was having none of that. Thalia found herself pulled down and over his lap, both hands soon scooped and pinned against her lower back and a rain of smacks descending on her bottom.

“What did I just hear?” Mrs. Crowford was in the kitchen making dinner but Thalia's flood of fury, generously peppered with swearwords could be heard pretty much anywhere in the house.

“It's being handled, Mrs. Crowford,” said Roger. She looked at him a little surprised. He seemed so calm, so confident. She immediately felt herself calming down too, feeling better.

“Could you pass me a flat spatula from the kitchen, please,” he asked politely. He was under no illusion that if he sent Thalia for her brush or something in her room that she'd come back willingly at this point.

“But of course.”

And so the first dozen or so smacks with his hand on Thalia's rear turned out to be barely the warm-up for her actual punishment. Oh how she kicked. How she screamed. She tried to claw at his legs, but he put a quick stop to that.

“Enough!” he boomed and smacked her ass with the wooden spatula with a bruising force.

Thalia howled in agony, bucking... that hurt like nothing before, like nothing all week!

“Owwww!”

And then another smack landed on her butt, and another, and another. They were harder than any she got. Even her mum with the belt didn't spank half as hard as that. Thalia was in absolute hysterics, screaming, her face a rictus of pain, tears streaming down her face freely. She no longer tried to fight Roger, but much as she wanted to beg and plead, the pain was just too much for words in that moment. Too much, full stop. She needed to pee for a while, but she hated that Roger made her ask him if she could go so she was holding it back. It came out now, completely out of her control as she wet herself all over his lap. Roger didn't even miss a beat, carrying on like it was nothing as her pee soaked into his school uniform trousers.
When he finally stopped, Thalia's buttocks were a mess of purplish-red welts. She was hiccuping and sobbing, snot dribbling down from her nose.

“Now will you go with the trash, or do you need a dozen more with the belt?” Roger asked sternly.

“T-trash,” she hiccuped. “I'll take the trash. Please.”

He let her slip off his lap. It was only then that her brain caught up and she fully realised what just happened.

“I'm so sorry,” she blushed.

“We'll discuss this during your maintenance spanking. I'll have to go home and change. Take the trash, take the recycling. Wait for me next to the front door, with your hands on your head, nose to the wall.”

Thalia whimpered, another tear sliding down her face. WAIT outside? But her battered butt didn't allow her to argue. It just couldn't take any more punishment.

“Okay,” she peeped, defeated.

It was with trembling hands, on shaky legs that felt like jelly that she picked up the dark green bin-liner full of rubbish and headed for the front door.
She almost froze, but Roger was right there. The lightest of taps on her buttocks to propel her forward was enough for her to squeak in shock, grab the door handle and rush outside. There would be no more tantrums. No more arguing. Not today. The way Roger had simply, calmly handled her like she really was just a small, errant child had re-written Thalia's world-view in a whole new way. She had felt helpless with Roger bossing her about before. Now she knew she was helpless. She had to obey... or she would be handled, punished. Resistance wasn't just futile, it was impossible.

When did he grow so much stronger? He didn't look it, either. Or maybe? She always thought of him as Roger... Roger the friendly goofball next door. She didn't fully, consciously clock how much he's grown, how his body turned more toned and masculine over the course of last year. The realisation that he was going to grow up into a man, that the differences between them were only going to increase hit her hard. The disparity of power was only going to intensify. He was stronger than her, and he was only going to become stronger. Her outburst suddenly felt stupid and pointless. All it achieved was that she now had a very red, very sore bottom.

She scurried down the drive, dumped the bag in the bin and rushed back inside. Roger walked across the road to his house, disappearing out of view. Thalia wanted to stall but her mum was in the kitchen and she just didn't dare. She quickly put a new bin liner in place, grabbed the large basket they used for recycling and went and dumped it in the blue bin at the end of the drive. And just like that, she ran out of luck.

Sophia from next door spotted her—the six-year-old's eyes going wide.

“What's going on, Thalia?!” she asked, alarmed.

“It's fine, Sophia. I'm being punished. I deserved it,” sighed Thalia and turned just in time for Sophia to see just how punished Thalia had been!

“Ouch. You must have been real bad.”

“I guess. Sorry, I have rules I gotta follow, I can't chat.”

“Okay.” Sophia shrugged, her eyes lingering on Thalia's extremely red buttocks as her twelve-year-old neighbour made her way towards the door. Much to Sophia's surprise, Thalia didn't rush back into the house. She stood next to the door, stiff and straight, put the basket down and put her hands on her head and just stood there... with her naked backside including that red, glowing butt visible to anyone who looked down the Crowford's drive!
Sophia went to fetch her little brother Alex. He wouldn't want to miss this. He didn't believe his sister at first, but he came anyway, just for the fun of it, which is why Thalia heard some giggling a minute later. She blushed harder, but forced herself to stay in position.

She was still standing there, eyes wet with tears of humiliation, when Roger finally came back some five minutes later, changed into more casual clothes, dry and clean.

It was with very mixed feelings, of relief at being inside but also a sense of impending doom that Thalia re-entered the house. She had wet herself all over Roger's trousers. He was going to punish her for it, she was sure of it. But her butt has just about had it and the alternatives were all even worse and scarier! Not knowing what he was going to do only made her more nervous and tense.

“I need a few minutes,” he announced simply, closing the door when they got into her room, “corner time in the meanwhile.”

Corner time? How could he be so casual about that, just parking her with her nose to the wall, almost like a thing, rather than a person. It took an effort to bite back a rude retort, but Thalia's butt was still smarting and her embarrassment of having been made to stand outside with her naked, red butt on display for the amusement of her young neighbours too fresh in her mind, so she obeyed.

Roger made himself comfortable on her bed and caught up on his messages. He had been patient all week, to make sure Mrs. Crowford was on board with the PFDS treatment regime but now he was confident that she was. Naked chores were Thalia's daily bread. Her initial attempt to protest Roger's presence had led to him being put in charge of her. Mrs. Crowford no longer back off whenever Thalia kicked up a fuss. She was doubling down instead. It was time to take the show on the road, so to speak. Well, at least to the park, the playground. They had a mild, overcast but mostly dry weekend ahead of them. Maybe not perfect, but good enough for Thalia's first proper naked outing. Roger was ready for it. He had already made arrangements.

“That's enough corner time for now. Come here. Let's discuss your behaviour.”

Thalia sighed and shuffled over. Discuss her behaviour? Did he have to sound like that? It made her feel so small. She didn't know the word 'condescending' but that's how his words felt to her, anyway.

“I'm sorry I … had an accident during my spanking and... got your trousers wet,” she stammered before he could begin.

“You want me to go easy on you, not add too many more to your maintenance spanking tonight?” he smiled, immediately realising what she was trying to do.

“Yeah,” she nodded glumly.

He pointed his phone at her.

“Go on then, try again, but say exactly what happened.”

“Are you filming this?” she yelped and moved to cover up.

“Thalia, no covering up! And yes, if you want me to spare your butt, apologise properly.”

“I am sorry I … peed all over your trousers when you spanked me earlier. It was an accident,” she said, slow and stuttering, clearly very nervous and embarrassed. Roger lowered his phone.

“Attagirl,” he praised her teasingly.

“I was actually going to talk to you about WHY you got spanked in the first place. Lashing out... we will go out tomorrow. To the park, the playground there. You will go naked. Nothing you can do or say will change that. Understood?”

Thalia's face turned beet-red, a difficult mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Anger. Anxiety. Embarrassment. And more. She suddenly felt dizzy.

“So what is there to talk about, if I can't do anything to change your mind?” she pouted.

“This,” he pointed at her glistening, puffed up pussy.

She nearly died.

“You are horny, Thalia. You are turned on half the time, pretty much every time I touch you, even if that's to spank your butt. It's getting really obvious now.”

Thalia blushed even harder, which made the pout on her face really look quite cute. Of course it was! He was toying with her, turning her on and leaving her on the brink every night of the week! And because of the stupid fitbit and the cursed cameras, she couldn't do anything about it herself!
“I think showing up in the park all puffy and leaking might be more embarrassing than your first outing needs to be. I mean we can't do anything about it officially. You're on a strict little-girl regime... but I'm not heartless. I think even big-little-girls sometimes deserve … release. Sometimes. When they earn it.

Thalia gawped at him incredulously. She was shocked at what he was suggesting. She could cum. She didn't even hope he'd give her privacy to do that—presumably he just wouldn't stop too soon tonight, when he was bathing her. But she had to earn it! The cheek of him!

The most annoying thing about it though, was the fact that he was right. It seemed that going to the park naked tomorrow was something she couldn't prevent from happening. People will see her. Kids from the neighbourhood. With a bit of bad luck, someone from school. (Oh gawd!!!) But if she showed up, well, if she showed up like she was now, people were going to notice, and ask about it, and comment and she was just going to DIE of shame. It was terrible, awful to be naked in public. But to be caught stark naked and visibly turned on in public? She'd never hear the end of it.

Everyone was going to think she's a pervert!

Roger watched her focused, tense expression as she thought all this, almost cross-eyed like she was trying to solve a hard puzzle.

Then she mumbled.

“So how would I... earn it?” she asked and blushed harder. She couldn't believe she was even asking! A secret deal. On top of everything else that she already had on her plate since last week!

“Easy. Simple quid pro quo.” He had actually looked that up online earlier just to sound smart.

“What the hell is a squid-prakou?” her eyes went wide.

“No squids, he chuckled. It just means tit-for-tat. Like for like.”

Thalia's mouth dropped open when she realised what he was implying. The bastard!

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he grinned and pointed at her gaping mouth, making her shut it in a hurry and blush furiously.

“I get you off tonight and then... sometimes. When you've been particularly good, at least once a week. And I get blowjobs when I want them.”

“B... b... blaughhhh!” she couldn't even bring herself to say the word.

“When you want them?! I bet you'll want them every day! How's that quid prah whatever. How's that FAIR?!” she demanded.

“Oh it's not fair,” he agreed outright. “It just happens to be the best offer you'll get. Either you're stuck being a good little girl who never gets to feel... big girl stuff, like getting off... or I'll help you, but then I get blowjobs. Whenever I want them.”

“No!” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. That was a shit deal! She didn't want to go to the park naked and... leaking... but what he was proposing was *outrageously* unfair.

Roger just sat there. He had played his cards.

It was a small risk. If Thalia decided to rat him out, he was going to have to lie to Mrs. Crowford and he didn't want to do that. Well. Not like that he didn't. Bullshitting her with the whole PFDS thing felt like a clever ploy, a game of sorts. The idea of lying to her face if she asked a direct question (“did you really ask Thalia to suck your cock?!”) somehow felt more wrong, though deep down, Roger knew he would do it to save his ass.

“One for one!” she proposed. Then he'd be motivated to get her off more often. It's only been a week and the frustration was already quite profound, distracting and annoying.

“No way in Hell,” he shook his head. “That would make us friends with benefits. I'm in charge of you and spanking your butt, did you forget?”
Thalia wanted to point out that getting her off any way he liked, presumably with his fingers while she actually had to suck him would still be unfair, but she couldn't ignore that he once again had a point. She was in a much worse negotiating place than he was.

“One a day, tops.”

Roger didn't say anything that time. She could feel she was close. This was absurd! She never even questioned the very nature of his proposal. Just how often did he expect her to suck his... thing! Ughhh...

“One *blowjob* a day. Then handjobs,” she tried. Roger scratched his chin. Then nodded. He had her exactly where he wanted her in the first place and tricked into thinking she managed to negotiate at least somewhat of a deal for herself.

“I let you cum sometimes. At least once a week. And definitely tonight, so you're less likely to leak in the park tomorrow. I get a blowjob a day, and unlimited handjobs. And this deal will be our secret. We tell absolutely no one!”

He offered his hand and Thalia reluctantly shook it, biting her lower lip. She wasn't dumb. She knew what was going to happen as soon as they shook on it. Roger was a boy. And she already knew that spanking her, touching her, even just seeing her sometimes gave him boners.

At least he didn't gloat, he didn't tease or mock her. Roger's eyes were glowing. Happy! Genuinely excited. It was actually kind of nice. Well, not... nice-nice, but it felt good to be wanted, to be desired. Even if the whole thing was crazy unfair! Roger slipped off the bed to lock the bedroom door.
And she knew. She slipped off the bed and on her knees before he even turned around to face her and confirm her suspicion.