Baby Talk

So you wear diapers or suck n a pacifier.... what else do you do that's quirky or silly? I have an occasional tick where I flinch for no reason. Over the years people have asked me "What?" like I said something that I've gotten in the habbit of announcing "Twitch!" when I jump.

am from bournmouth in the south east of uk

IT’S ALL RELATIVE. By Adobeman10. Rachel sat expectant of her nieces arrival. It had been almost seven years since she had seen her last. A lot of things can happen from ages eleven to eighteen. Her Older sister had had Cynthia when Rachel was only nine years old and as such Rachel spent the formidable part of her teen years babysitting her little niece. Not that Rachel really minded however, it was a way to bring in the money, but also Cynthia followed her around like a puppy dog giving Rachel an almost slave. She put on her best dress to make a great first impression. As she paced her living room, she admired herself in the mirror. She was a petite woman barely cracking the five foot mark, but she had very cute features. At the age of 27, she barely looked even close to that age and many thought that she was a short teenager. Though it bugged Rachel now, she knew in a few years, looking younger would be an added benefit. She wore the standard push up bra to push up what really wasn’t there and the padded Victoria's Secret underwear gave her a little extra curve to what really was an almost flat butt. She was beautiful, but really didn’t have the curves to match. Her long blond hair and supple toned body though still left an impression with the men. She also had money, an almost great deal of it. She had been very spoiled and precocious as a child and her father when he passed had made it a point to leave his money to her. A matter that had been a very sore subject with her sister. A few good stock transactions later and she had increased it ten-fold. Leaving her in the enviable position of never having to work again. The money had been a point of sore contention with her sister, and in recent years Rachel had made the genuine effort to reconcile with her. The hand was extended to host her daughter Cynthia as she looked for prosepective colleges in the area. Her sister was reluctant at first but eventually agreed. Rachel now was quite enthused to see her little niece after all these years. She nearly leaped out of her seat when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it and was dumbstruck by the sight of her ‘little’ niece Cynthia. Before her stood a woman about 5’9 in height with long brunette hair. Her breasts were jutting out from her toned and trim body. Her long legs accented by the dark hued tan and the short frilly skirt she wore. Her stomach glistened from a well prepared and conditioned training. She looked every bit the super model. Rachel stood there almost not knowing what to say. Cynthia squirmed a bit as she looked down at her diminutive aunt. Just a few years ago it had been Cynthia looking up at Rachel. Since then, Rachel stopped growing while Cynthia kept going. “Oh, I’m sorry come in come in.” Rachel stammered. Cynthia smiled and pulled her suitcase in the house. “Hello Aunt Rachel, its been a while.” “Yes, it has.” Rachel stammered still looking over her nieces voluptuous body. She quickly shook it off, trying not to stare. “So you’re looking for colleges in the area?” “Yes, still really haven’t decided what my major is going to be. Still trying to figure out how well I would be accustomed to the West Coast.” “Well I have grown to love it. Let me tell you while I show you around.” Rachel took her niece by the hand and showed her around the large mansion of the estate. They talked about school, boys, her mom, where she was going and what she was going to do. Rachel felt a bit more at ease, though the sight of the two of them hand in hand would have given a few people thoughts of them being a mother daughter rather than a niece-aunt. Rachel felt good about her niece joining her. She could use the company and she never really had any girl pals around. She lived quite a closed off life with her chat rooms and emails being her only real source of connection to the outside world. She had a money manager/attorney that she never met and had only spoken to online before. Other than that, she was by herself. Cynthia on the other hand, kept Rachel amazed with her stories of her wild and cavorting lifestyle. She was much older and wiser beyond her years. Rachel smiled as she knew the two of them would get along great. Within a week, Cynthia had become quite at home in the house. Her room was large and their was great communication with Rachel. Rachel became a bit surprised how close the two of them had gotten. “You’ve got to do it!” Cynthia piped up “No, I’m not doing it.” Rachel protested. “Trust me, you would look so cute. Your face is quite beautiful, but the long blond thing is overdone a bit. You would definitely do with a short brunette coif.” Cynthia stated, “I can do it. I used to intern in high school at my mom’s beauty salon. I would make it so good.” “Well…” Rachel couldn’t believe that she was even considering letting her niece cut her hair. But she had become quite taken with the young girl and wanted her to be her friend. “Pleeeeeaaaasssee” Cynthia begged. “Oh okay! Let’s do it!” Rachel said immediately growing excited about the prospect of a new makeover.” Cynthia took Rachel over and placed her in the large bar stool standing over her. Rachel winced as she saw the long strands of hair fall off of her hair into pools around her chair. She had never had so much taken off before and the sight of years of her hair falling off of her head was a bit much for her. She almost began to cry.  Cynthia seeing her aunt in such a way stopped. “Are you okay?” “No no, I’m fine. Just never had so much taken off of before.” “Trust me, you won’t be sorry. This will look hot when I am done.” Cynthia finished with the scissors, leaving a giant pool of blonde hair on the floor. She then pulled a bottle out of her makeup case and began to apply it judiciously to Rachel's hair. She almost pulled just a bit too much for Rachel’s comfort. “Hey a little rough there.” Rachel piped in. “Sorry, just making sure I can get the roots.” Cynthia eased up a bit, but made sure that she got all of Rachel’s hair.  When she finished she applied the towel around her head. “Now let it set for at least an hour before washing it.” Cynthia reminded her. “Now do me.” She said as she handed Rachel a bottle of hair dye. “Are you sure?” Rachel said. “Yeah I don’t want to cut it just yet, but I want to try blonde for a bit.” “Okay.” Rachel then put Cynthia in the chair making sure that she grabbed a stool so she could stand and reach the top of Cynthia’s head. She massaged the dye in being careful that she got all of Cynthia’s long hair. She knew she wasn’t as good a hair care expert as Cynthia was, but she was determined to show her niece that she wasn’t that bad either. Within an hour they were both done. “Okay, I’ll meet you back here for the finished result as soon as I take a shower.” Rachel said to an almost sleepy Cynthia. Rachel went back to her shower and turned it on. She was curious what it looked like, but did not want to catch a glimpse until she had washed herself up first. She quickly disrobed and stepped into the large cavernous shower. She felt the warm refreshing tingle of the water as it splashed off of her. She did like stroking her hands through her short hair, it seemed a lot easier to wash than her long hair. She nearly jumped when she saw Cynthia walking into the bathroom. “Cynthia!” Rachel yelled almost trying to cover herself. “Calm down Aunt Rachel, it’s just us girls here. Nothing we haven’t seen before.” Cynthia said as she disrobed. “Besides it seems a shame to waste all of the Hot Water.” Rachel’s mouth nearly dropped as she saw Cynthia standing there naked entering her shower. Her body was truly magnificent. Her breasts hung like perfectly sphered globes. Her butt was tight yet extremely curvaceous. Her body was a runway model waiting to happen. She was a woman of great beauty. This however, made Rachel feel extremely inadequate. She looked up at her younger niece as she entered the shower. Her niece nearly standing a foot taller than her. She tried not to stare, but was transfixed at her absolutely perfect breasts. She looked down at her own meager little chest. Her nipples were tiny and pointy like eraser heads. Her areolas were quite small and pink to boot. Her chest was the epitome of the definition flat. Looking at Cynthia’s magnificent chest, she now felt very small indeed. “You can touch them if you want.” Cynthia chimed in. Rachel’s face grew flush red as she knew Cynthia saw her staring. “I’m sorry.” Rachel muttered as she turned away. “Hey, no need to be sorry. My mom is jealous of me too.” Cynthia smiled. Rachel grew even more embarrassed. “I’m not jealous, I’m…” “It’s okay, here touch them.” She reached out and grabbed Rachel’s hand forcing it to her chest. “See, no big deal.” Rachel’s hand stood there frozen for a moment clutching Cynthia’s Melon shaped boob in her hand. Between her fingers, her nipple perked to life. Rachel’s curiosity got the best of her. She’d never had boobs of her own, and now touching a perfect breast like this, she did begin to feel a twinge of jealousy. How fair was it that she at twenty seven was envious of her little niece having boobs at eighteen. It just wasn’t fair. “Ow! Easy does it there.” Cynthia said as she pulled Rachel’s hand which had been squeezing too roughly off. “You’re worse than my ex-boyfriend.” Rachel grew extremely flush again. She turned back to the shower nozzle. “So you shave?” Cynthia chimed in. “Excuse me?” “You don’t have any hair down there or under your armpits. I’m guessing you shave?” Cynthia remarked. Rachel looked down at her barren privates and underarms. In truth, she didn’t shave, she had no reason to. From the time she was young until present day, Rachel had never grown hair any where else on her body except her head. In high school she was teased mercilessly for it, until she came up with the bright idea to tell people she shaved. It seemed a lot easier than telling them that 5% of the female population never grows hair down there. And it seemed that she was ahead of the curve and a lot cooler. The truth still bugged Rachel though. Standing there naked in front of her much more well developed niece, she felt entirely inadequate. Her body was never much to begin with, but standing there she felt absolutely out of her league. She felt her body looked like a little child to a woman almost a decade her junior. To answer Cynthia’s questions, she simply smiled and nodded. They both stopped showering almost simultaneously and they exited to see their new hair styles. Rachel was in absolute shock at her now short brunette coif. While Cynthia was elated about her long elegant blonde hair. Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. With her body frame and facial features, she looked every bit the tiny little girl while her niece looked like the older of the two. She fought the urge to cry as she knew that Cynthia had worked hard on her hair and it would only make her sad. An hour later they were both drinking Martinis and sitting before the fireplace. Rachel sat there downing her drinks at an amazing pace finally gathering up the nerve to ask her little niece a question. “How did you grow the way you did.” Rachel slurred out. “What do you mean?” Cynthia asked confused. “My sister was never really developed, I look like a child. How is it that you grew to be this total bombshell?” Rachel knew she was embarrassing herself, but she still pressed ahead. Cynthia smiled for a minute, then pulled a small container of pills from her bag. “At the age of thirteen, I looked like a half size version of you. My mom was so concerned about my self esteem, she took me to a doctor. The doctor prescribed me these super hormone enhancers. I took a few of them and almost overnight I grew to this. They have a supplement, so I continued to take them to maintain this look.” Cynthia looked over at her amazed Aunt, “did you want to try some?” “No I couldn’t” “No go ahead, I insist. I have several bottles of it.” Cynthia pushed. Rachel looked at Cynthia’s body then at her own. She so desperately wanted to look as good as her. “Fine, I’ll try a few.” Rachel said grabbing the bottle. “Trust me, in a few weeks you will resemble an entirely new woman.” Cynthia said as Rachel took three pills in order. Within minutes Rachel was out.   Rachel woke to her niece standing over her throwing her some clothes. “Come on, get dressed I am taking you shopping.” Cynthia said. Rachel groaned but eventually got up and dressed herself. That day she found herself following her niece around like Cynthia followed her when she was a child. Cynthia took her into every hip and happening shop in the mall. Almost forcing Rachel to try on every new hip fashion. Rachel reluctantly did so, and found the clothes that Cynthia gave her, did every bit to undermine her age and body. After putting on a few, she guessed that they made her look like a young high schooler. But the joy was so evident in Cynthia’s eyes that she didn’t want to let her down. The went to Hot Pointers, a local trendy clothing outfit. Cynthia tossed a few clothes into the dressing room for Rachel to try on. Rachel found herself wearing a short T-shirt that prominently displayed the words ‘jailbait’ on it. A pair of short shorts that only accented her stick legs. She put on the outfit and wanted to show Cynthia her new look. As she walked out, a boy walked up to her. He couldn’t have been any older than fifteen years. “Hey, you look good. You go to school around here?” Rachel looked around at first to make sure that he wasn’t talking to anybody else. Then she stammered out “me?” “Yeah, you look familiar. Did you go to Kennedy in Mrs. Johnson’s class?” Rachel smiled for a minute, this boy thought she was much younger than she was. “How old do you think I am?” she smiled. “I don’t know thirteen fourteen, it’s cool though. I’m cool with younger girls.” Rachel couldn’t believe that she was being hit on by a guy half her age, that thought she was younger than him! The irony was incredible. At that moment, Cynthia appeared. “Rachel, that outfit is so cute! You have to get it!” “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were with your mom.” The boy said. Rachel nearly bust up laughing as the boy left a stunned Cynthia there. “Your mom?” Cynthia said, “How dare that little punk! I’m only a few years older than him.” Rachel laughed, “It was funny!” “How would you like it?” Cynthia said. “Hey, I took being thought of as a thirteen year old okay. I think I could handle your tough predicament.” “You took that for a few minutes. I bet you couldn’t keep it up.” Cynthia smarted back. “Yeah, how much?” Rachel retorted. “If you win I’ll wax your car and do the dishes for my entire stay, in addition to letting you pick my college and courses.” “And if I lose?” Rachel asked. “You have to play the part of the daughter for the whole week.” Cynthia said smugly. “See I knew you couldn’t accept a challenge.” Rachel surprised even herself when she said “You’re on.” And firmly shook Cynthia’s hand. The rest of the day was an exercise in testing each other. Cynthia would push Rachel as hard as she could making her do the things an obedient daughter would do. And Rachel pushed her boundaries by acting like a spoiled little princess, something for which she had a lot of preparation. It was quite a standstill between them. Neither giving an inch, until… “But I want a Churro now!” Rachel yelled at the top of her lungs. She played the part of a brat perfectly. “No, now come on and lets keep shopping.” Cynthia tried to contain her. “No! I want a Churro!” “You are not getting one!” “I hate you! You are a horrible mom!” Rachel played the part to its limits. Cynthia looked at Rachel, her patience gone. Without hesitation she grabbed Rachel and pulled her over her knee for all the food court to see. “Wait! What are you doing?” Rachel asked surprised. “Something that I should have done hours ago.” Without hesitation Cynthia pulled back and smacked Rachel hard on the butt. WHACK! “Owww!” Screamed Rachel. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Owww! Stop it!” Rachel screamed. Cynthia didn’t sop however and went one step beyond by pulling Rachels shorts down and smacking her bare bottom for all to see. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Stop please, I beg you!” Rachel Screamed. Her eyes looked around and saw the apparent scene she was creating. Her face was now flush red with all the clod that had run to it. Her bare butt sore and exposed for all to see. “Do you give?” Cynthia said calmly with one more spanking to make her point known. WHACK! “I give! I give! Now Stop it!” Rachel yelled. Cynthia pulled Rachel upright as Rachel quickly pulled her pants up. Her eyes were filled with tears as the whole thing was quite embarrassing for all to see. Cynthia looked at Rachel and merely smiled. “Looks like I win.” Rachel stormed into the house furious. She dropped everything on the way in and walked into her room, slamming the door. How could Cynthia embarrass her like that? Rachel thought they were friends, obviously that was not the case. She dropped on her bed and began to think to herself. Her mind started to justify what happened.   Cynthia was trying to win the bet, would she have done anything less? She was competitive and knew that her sister was as well. Guess Cynthia’s the same way too. She was acting like a brat and Cynthia was within her means as the acting parent to discipline her daughter. Maybe, she was to blame. Maybe she took the stubborn brat act too far. Rachel had a unique way of rationalizing things in her head to make everything seem to be her fault. It was a character flaw that she never really outgrew. Rachel began to think about the uncomfortable car ride all the way home. Cynthia looked like she was ready to cry, she had obviously felt bad about the way she spanked her aunt. And Rachel didn’t do anything to dissuade those fears. Rachel began to feel guilty about being the sore loser in the bet. She had to go and apologize. She walked to Cynthia’s room and knocked ever so softly. “Cynthia? Are you there?” She said as she slowly opened the door to see a crying Cynthia sitting there on the bed. “Cynthia?” Through tears Cynthia managed to squeak out. “I’m sorry Aunt Rachel. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. I just got caught up in the role of being a mom. I am so sorry.” “No no, don’t be sorry, its me who should be apologizing. I was acting too much like a little brat in order to win the bet. I would have done the same thing in your shoes.” “Really?” Cynthia murmured. “Yes. Now you won the bet fair and square. It looks like I will have to play the part a little bit longer.” Cynthia smiled through red eyes at her aunt. “It’ll be so much fun. I love to character act. But promise me one thing.” “What?” “That you won’t behave like the spoiled brat in the mall. I don’t think I can handle another scene like that again.” Cynthia said dead serious. “I promise, for one week I will behave. Just try not to get too carried away in the role.” Rachel replied. Cynthia smiled and gave her aunt a hug. “I’m glad we worked this out.” Rachel said. “So I am in charge right?” “Yes you are in charge. Now It is almost two o’clock and I have to go to my eye exam. So I will be back in a few hours.” Rachel began to say. “Excuse me, but when do you tell me things to do. I thought I was in charge.” Rachel began to protest, but gave her room to speak after all she did not want to upset her like before. “I’m sorry, can I please go to my eye appointment?” “Sure thing. I will call you a cab to take you there.” Cynthia said. “A cab?” Its just down the street I was just going to drive there.” “Oh, I don’t think so. Little girls don’t drive and if its just down the street then you can ride your bike there.” Rachel was taken aback for a second. She agreed to play the role of a daughter for a week. Not a little girl. Still… “Fine, maybe some exercises will do me good.” Rachel said. Rachel went out and grabbed her purse and was walking to the garage for her bike when Cynthia grabbed the purse out of her hands. “Hey what are you doing.” Rachel said surprised. “You agreed to play the role, I am going to make sure you play it out. No cell, no credit cards, no car keys. I don’t want you to have any temptations.” She pulled out a little round case. “And no birth control either.” She said with a slight grin. Seeing her little niece handling her pills, Rachel grew extremely self-conscious and found herself putting up no fuss regarding Cynthia’s little criteria. Within a few minutes Rachel found herself peddling her way to the doctors office. It had been a while since she had rode a bike and she found herself wavering a bit at times. She nearly wiped out a few times doing so. A half hour later and fifteen minutes late she walked into the Optometrists office. “Hello, my name is Rachel Smith and I have an appointment. I’m sorry I’m late.” “Hello Ms. Smith, let me have you fill out this. I apologize, I thought you were a bit older when you called.” Rachel looked down and realized that she was still wearing the jailbait T-shirt and shorts. They think I am younger than I am. She went to protest, but decided against it, as explaining it to herself in her mind sounded crazy, who knows how it would sound out loud. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” She said in jaded appreciation. Within a few minutes, she was having her eyes checked and rechecked through the equipment. “Rachel according to your last exam, it appears your eyes have gotten a bit worse since you last had them checked.” The optometrist said. “In fact much worse. I am afraid that you may require corrective lenses.” “What?” Rachel said stunned. “Here lets check your eye strength.” He said as he leaned her head back and applied some drops to her eyes. She opened her wet eyes and gazed through them with a now blurry vision. “Now look through and tell me better or worse.” He said. She did until she found a set that was perfect. “I’m afraid your eyes have grown weaker. Now it may be a temporary thing, but your eyes will need to relax for a while and rebuild their strength. Until that time however, you will need to wear glasses.” Rachel felt depressed, she had never worn glasses in her life and always felt that they were geeky to begin with. But as she looked forward through her blurry set, she realized that there was no other choice. “You’re in luck though. Normally you would have to wait a week to get a set, but I have a pair with your exact prescription ready to go.” He said as he produced some glasses from a case. “Here try these on.”

We continued to the next house.  Again, I waited whle the girls went to the door.  Cary did so willingly this time.  The man that answered the door appeared to be around Cary's true age.  He complimented my friends on how cute they had made their little sister look.  "Did you pick that costume out all by youself?" he asked Cary.  She stared absently down at her shoes, nervously shifting.  "Ah, she is a shy one I see.  Here's your treat little one."  he placed some gum drops in each bucket and then waved them off. House after house Cary slowly seemed to accept her new younger role,  apparently getting used to being regarded as a small child.  My friends were frequently complimented on how adorable their little sister looked in her costume as I stared on from the back, playing my role as the chaperone.  I smiled inwardly, beaming with victory, as Cary who had started out as the bossy babysitter that demanded respect seemed to regress to a meek, submissive state of mind. She didn't speak to my friends and I at all.  She seemed to find it easier to lie to people who had asked what grade or age she was, telling them what she thought they wanted to hear.  Once she had tried to tell someone her true age only to be completely humiliated as they laughed at her and patted her on the head, telling her that she was impossibly cute. I can only imagine what drove Cary to continue on.  Likely she had visions of standing over my naked rear-end while mom paddled it into a canvas of bright colors.  Just the thought of that made me shiver.  I'm sure she was planning to stay long afterwards, sipping coffee with my mother while I stood in corner like a well punished brat.  If only she had known that I had no intention of letting that happen. At one point Cary dropped her bucket.  She quickly bent over to gather up the scattered candy and was unaware that in doing so her childish panties were left on full display.  A group of young boys gathered around behind laughing and pointing.  She quickly dropped to her knees to hide her bottom upon realizing what they were pointing at.  Then opting to leave the rest of the candy she ran to catch up with my friends and I. Finally, I was ready to move on to the real fun.  I passed out the "supplies" which contained toilet paper, raw eggs, and spray paint.  Cary looked on without questioning as I explained that it was time for us to have some fun.  I invited her to join in, but she refused. "You've held up your part of the bargain so far, though I can't believe you've made it this long."  I said.  "Now you have to let us have our fun on the way back home.  If you manage to stick it out that long dressed as you are then then when we get back all you have to do is tell mom how much trouble we caused.  I'll admit everything and then I'm sure you'll get what you've been waiting for."  I explained.  I could see a spark of joy in her eyes, no doubt thinking of how close she was to victory.  "You know....I don't think she would actually spank me anyway." I added.  "If you try and fail, then its on you." Nicole, Jenna, and I went from house to house toilet papering trees and gardens, spray painting "Happy Halloween" and faces on the side of houses, and throwing eggs at the windows. Then we hid nearby as we eagerly watched the occupant come out to see what had happened.  Of coarse Cary never didn't participate, but sat back watching. At this point she must have thought that  even if I tried to lie my way out of it, mother would believe her over me.  Sadly, that was probably true. At last we could see my house, in fact we were right across from it. "Let's trick or treat at one more house for the hell of it and then go home."  I suggested.  I pointed to the house across the street from mine.  Cary began to argue, but quickly gave in with a shrug of the shoulders. "But thats'...." I quickly put my hand over Jenna's mouth before she could finish. Cary had already begun to trudge up the final walkway of the night, ahead of the rest of us. I motioned for Jenna and Nicole to stay back and I quickly whispered my plan to them.  They both nodded in agreement and chuckled in anticipation. I handed Nicole the spray paint can and Jenna the toilet paper. As soon as Cary rang the doorbell Jenna began throwing the toilet paper onto a tree in the yard.  Nicole began to spray paint a pumpkin on the side of the house.  Cary watched wide-eyed at first not sure what to do.  Jenna moved on to toilet paper the flower bed.  It was at that moment that I clutched two eggs tightly in each hand. I stood like a pitcher preparing for windup and then hurled them all at the house at once.  Everything seemed to move in slow motion as we all watched the eggs spread out and pummel the side of the house. "Nooo!! Stop!" Cary commanded in loud whisper as if trying not to alarm anyone who may be in the house.  It was far too late for that.  When the eggs splattered aross the front of the house that was the signal that I had told the girls to look for.  Nicole and Jenna both ran by Cary in a criss-cross, dropping the spray paint can in her candy bucket and Jenna wrapped toilet paper around Cary several times. Cary was roughly spun around in the process so fast that she lost her balance and fell.  Nicole threw the toilet paper roll into Cary's lap and then we all scrambled out of sight behind a wooden fence in the neighbors yard.  Unknown to Cary, this was actually Jenna's house.  We all knew where to hide to get the best view and we all knew exactly how Jenna's mom would react to such a prank. The front porch light of the house clicked on illuminating Cary as she scrambled to get back to her feet.  In her attempt to stand, she only managed to trip over the toilet paper wrapped around her and fell back down on her stomach.  A heavyset woman lumbered out of the doorway. The woman immediately noticed the toilet paper all over her yard and then turned to see what had hit the side of the house. Raw eggs were oozing down one of the windows and upon the other side of the house the spraypaint graffitti mocked her.  Safe in our hiding place we witnessed Jenna's mom harden in anger as she turned to look at the small girl trembling before her in an Alice costume. "You brat!  You picked the wrong house tonight!"  Jenna's mom scolded. "I didn't do it.  It was some other girls." Cary's voice was shaky as she tried to explain it all away. Jenna's mom, Ms. Parker, reached into Cary's bucket, which now lay strewn about at her feet, and pulled out the spray paint can. "And I suppose this just fell into your candy basket and the toilet paper that you are now wearing must be part of your costume then?!" she yelled, shaking the can in Cary's face.  Spare me your lies child.  It doesn't matter to me if there are more of you delinquents out here.  YOU are the one that I caught in the act and YOU are the one that will be punished for it!  I hope your friends are watching.  Maybe they will think twice about pulling this stunt on someone else tonight.  I know YOU will by the time I allow you to leave." Ms. Parker scrapped the candy back into the bucket and then roughly grabbed Cary by the ear forced her to follow her to the front porch.  She set down the candy bucket and then plopped down into a rocking chair.  Cary was led over her large lap by the ear.  Jenna had known this would be the end result from the moment that she had heard my plan.   It was no secret to us that Jenna's mom spanks and not just her little brother.  Jenna had often told us horror stories of the spankings that she has recieved from her mother, even as a teenager. Cary's eyes grew wide as she understood what being punished meant.  "Wait!  I'll clean it up!  Please...you can't do this to me!"  Cary pleaded, her voice pitched in such a way that we could hear her shock in it.  She likely couldn't believe that this was actually happening to her. Ms. Parker turned a deaf ear to Cary's plea and began to pull up the girl's short skirt.  Cary reached back to stop her and Ms. Parker smacked her hand away.  Then in one quick motion, Cary's flared skirt was flipped up over her back and her childish underpants came into full view. Ms. Parker's large hand came crashing down "smack" in the middle of her panties.  We all laughed histerically as Cary yelped like a wounded animal. Ms. Parker's hand rained down over and over upon Cary's upturned pantied bottom.  Ms. Parker's large stature coupled with Cary's small frame made Cary' look even smaller than she really was as she lay drapped over Ms. Parker's lap.  No one witnessing this scene would have suspected that this girl being spanked was actually not a child. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!   "Don't!" Cary screamed.  "I really didn't do it." "I garantee this will be the last house that you try that you do this to tonight."  Ms. Parker added between smacks.  "I hope your bratty bottom burns as a reminder whenever you sit for the next week. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  "Stop...please." Cary pleaded. "You parents obviously don't spank at home and need to. The best way to get through to bad little girl is through a sore little bottom." SMACK!  Cary began to kick her legs in a struggle to escape.  Ms. Parker took this opportunity to deliver a series of smacks to her inner thighs. "You don't understand....." SMACK "It wasn't me..."  SMACK and I'm not a child." Ms Parker showed no sign of slowing down.  We all watched, bemused, though the fence as a small damp spot formed in the crotch of those childish panties and single dribble of urine traced its way down Cary's leg. "Too old huh?" Ms. Parker laughed deeply and the spanking continued. Out of the shadows several kids emerged with thier plastic candy bags swaying in hand, a ghost, a witch, and goblin.  When they reached the end of Ms. Parkers walkway they all stopped and stared in awe at what appeared to be a errant child recieving a very sound bottom smacking.   Ms. Parker lookup at them and smiled.  She briefly stopped her attack on the poor upturned bottom  as she beckoned the kids to her side.  Cary must have been grateful at that moment that the costume included a mask to hide her face, though surely her face was now flushing as red as her bottom must be under those panties. Ms Parker picked up Cary's candy bucket and placed it next to young girl who remained limply drapped over her lap. "I want you to give those good children some of your candy and thank them for coming. Then tell them to please move along so that your spanking can continue." "No, I won't do that." Cary protested, shaking her head. "You will or things can get much worse for you."  Ms. Parker warned. The three costumed kids stood towering over her as she lay defeated over Ms. Parker's lap with her pantied bottom prominently on display.  Anyone standing that close could no doubt see the redness around her sit-spot peeking out from the laced edges of her panties.  Cary reluntantly reached into her bucket and handed some candy to each kid as they bent slighty to recieve it from her lowly position. "Looks like she had an accident."  Came the voice of a boy behind the goblin mask.  He said this as he pointed at the discolored wet blotch in her panties.  To Cary's utter humiliation, this cause the others to look back there as well. "Thank you from coming." Cary murmured in a weak voice hoping that they would just leave now. "Now tell them to please move along so that we may continue your spanking."  Ms. Parker instructed.  To this Cary shook her head furiously NO. "OK, I warned you."  Without further ado Ms. Parker grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down to her knees. Cary suddenly felt the cool autumn air on her niether regions and screamed out in shock and renewed humiliation.  Ms. Parker smacked hard, twice, one on the top of each thigh.  "Say it, and look them in the face as you do." Cary looked up with tears streaking down her face behind the mask.  "Thank you for coming and...... please..... move along so that Ms. Parker can continue..... my spanking."  she stammered as if the words themseleves were painful. The kids walked away, looking on last time over their shoulders as the spanking continued.  Cary was made to serve candy to two other groups of kids in the same manner as Ms. Parker continued to make a lasting impression on her back side. When Ms. Parker judged that the sobbing girl had been thouroughly chastized she stood her up and made her face the porch wall.  Ms. Parker went into the house and came out moments later with a bucket of water and a sponge.  We looked on in histerics as Cary was forced to scrub the side of the house clean.  Cary tried to pull up her panties but Ms. Parker smacked her hand away.  "Those panties had better stay on your ankles while you clean the mess you made."  Ms. Parker scolded.  "And I expect you to continue serve the kids candy from your bucket.  If you forget to thank even one of them or act impolite in any way, I send you to fetch a switch from my birch tree in th back yard and then we will continue your lesson in the way that a proper young lady should act." We never grew bored of watching Cary's ordeal as she stopped cleaning to hand out candy and thank the kids.  The slightest bend or windy breeze exposed her red bottom for whoever cared to look. "Oh..someone's been bad."  One little boy had said to the rest of his group.  "Look at those handprints on her legs."  He announced.  The other's giggles as she obediantly served them cand and thanked them. Our favorite scene was watching her pick the toilet paper out of the flower bed.  She had to bend over constantly to get the first half clean and then had no choice but to get on her hands and knees to clean the back part of it. The porchlight shone off of her reddened butt like a beacon in the night and she had to push her mask aside to see what she was doing but was quick to cover her face again and stand up at the sound of any new trick-or-treaters approaching. Then just when we thought this couldn't possibly be any more of a humbling experience for her, a guy her real age approached, chaperoning a young pirate.   At first he stood at the edge of the yard and looked on. Cary hadn't heard them coming until the pirate was almost right next to her.  She stood and turned around quickly, forgetting to put the mask back on. The older guy ran to catch up with the pirate before she had finished handing out the last of her candy and thanking him.  We could tell that she immediately recognized him but we didn't find out until later that this was an ex-boyfriend of hers. "Cary, is that you?!!" he sounded genuinely shocked.  Cary sheepishly took a step back and buried her face in her hands, obvoiusly not realizing how childish tha motion had made her look.  "Of coarse it is, I'd know your face anywhere...but you look so young dressed like that...and if I didn't know better, I'd say that you've been recently spanked." he quickly circled around her to confirm  his assesment.  When we saw the handprints painted on the backs of her thighs he smiled.  "What on earth are you doing?  Is this some kind of trick for Halloween?" Ms. Parker took notice of this conversation and rushed out to see what it was all about.   "Hello, young man." she greeted.  "Is everything alright?  She wasn't rude to you or the child was she?"  Cary quickly slapped the mask back down on her face, not wanting Ms. Parker to see her real face. "Hello Miss." he greated in return.  He began to answer her and then stopped as if something had dawned on him.  "Were you the one that punished this girl?"  he inquired. "Yes.  She made quite a mess of my yard.  Do you know her or her parents?" "Her parents?" he repeated as if considering.  It must have been obvious to him that this lady truely thought she was a child.  "I used to know them, but I can't rememeber their names.  Its been a couple years." "Devin, tell her I'm not a child and she has no right to do this to me." Cary pleaded. "You haven't changed a bit I see."  Devin said as he looked down upon her.  "Glad to see this woman was kind enough to put you in your place.  I suggest you be a good girl now and finish cleaning the mess you made."  Devin ordered pointing to the flowerbed.  Cary hung her head in shame as her hope of resue crumbled. Ms. Parked nodded in agreement and motioned her back to work.  Cary reluctantly meandered back to the flowerbed.  Devin looked on as she bent over to finish the task.  "I used to babysit her.  She was quite a hellcat then as well, so anxious to be all grown up."  Devin explained, turning back to Ms. Parker. "I don't think she'll be anymore trouble tonight." Ms. Parker replied.  "I'd like to think that I've done her parents a great favor tonight.  Well...you fella's have a good rest of night."  Ms. Parker said.  Devin glanced over to Cary again with a look of satisfaction and then turned to leave with his charge, the pirate. Later when Ms. Parker was satified with Cary's work, she sent her on her way with a volley of smacks to the backs of her thighs.  "They'll be no more pranks for you tonight missy.  You had better head straight home." Cary pulled up her panties and took off running down the street towards my house.  It took the girls and I a few minutes to catch up with her and by the time we did, all of us were out of breath.  "Hello....Cary.  You got yourself some bold handprint tattoos on the backs of your thighs."  I taunted, with a chuckle. "Where are you going? "Back to your mother's house to change out of this costume." she sniffled. "Awe, what a shame.  We were hoping you would trick or treat with us a little longer." said Nicole. "Are you kidding??!!  I've never been so humiliated in my life.  Thankfully dressed like this and with this mask no one will have recognized me, except for...." she trailed off as if not wanting to finish her thought.  Then suddenly with new found pep,  "I've won the bet.  I did as you asked and you never set a timelimit for how long we had to be out." "Yes, you did win."  I agreed.  "I can't argue that point." "You do realize that you couldn't have backed out now anyway don't you?" she said obviously feeling like she had me exactly where she wanted me.  "You and you friends made a mess all the way down the street.  Just try and deny it and let's see who she believes, you the brat daughter with a history of making trouble or me her trusted friend." "I won't."  I said confidently.  "As agreed, I'll own up to it."  It was worth it, I thought. "I'm going to cherish every minute of it.  I hope your friends will get a front row seat of the paddle making its impression on your hide."  There was venom in her voice. This was clearly about revenge for her now. We mercilessly teased her the rest of the way back.  I heard her breathe a sigh of relief as we stepped up onto my porch steps.  She was not doubt eager to be viewed as her adult self again and to see me punished like an errant child, like she had been. When we came in the door mom was waiting.  Cary didn't even glance at her but began to run up the stairs toward my bedroom, probably in a rush to get out of that outfit which had been the cause of her trouble.  Mom looked angry for some reason.   "Stop right there!" mom yelled and Cary turned around to look.  "Come here right now!"  Cary was surprised to see my mom speaking to her in such a stern tone but listened and was in front of mom in short order.  "I was out driving through the neighborhood earlier to pickup some milk and imagine my surprise when I saw your friends defacing a house while you stood watching." she said, still talking to Cary. "But.." Cary began. "Hush child!" mom said cutting her short. She then looked over at me, expectantly.  "Let me guess, she snuck away from you?" she asked me.  I nodded my head yes still under the cover of the mask.  "Its OK, I know my girl can be a handful and I'm sure you did the best you could."  It seemed to take a minute for Cary to figure out that mom thought she was me behind the mask.  I was thankful at that moment that when she passed by she must not have seen me dressed in Cary's costume. "You don't understand, it wasn't me.  She..."  Cary tried to cut in.  Mom obviously didn't recognize the muffled voice behind the mask.  She was cut abuptly short as Mom slapped her hard across her masked face, silencing the backtalking teenager. "I don't want to hear it.  I'm done with your excuses."  she pulled out the paddle that Cary had given her earlier.  "I wasn't ever going to use this but you have changed my mind tonight."  Cary was visibly terrified.  Cary reached for the mask to pull it off but as she lifted her hand to her face, mom quickly grabbed her by the wrist. She yanked her over to the couch and tugged her over her lap. When Cary tried to struggle Mom locked her leg over Cary's thigh and pinned her securely over her lap. Cary was about to recieve her second spanking of the night, but this time with the paddle that she herself had so lovingly purchased for me. For the second time of the night her costume dress was flipped over her back.  Mom probably wondered about the redness peaking out from behind Cary's frilly panties but the handprints had faded away.  Mom wasted no time peppering her already sore bottom with the paddle. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!  At this point Cary faced the delimma of trying to prove to mom that it wasn't me she was spanking and facing a very embarrasing explaination or she could resign to her fate and pretend to be me a little longer.  Jenna, Nicole, and I were loving it. This was even better than before because this time we could all stand right overtop of her and watch the blow by blow action.  It was mesmarizing to watch her bottom, compacted by the tight panties, flatten and then reverberate back to its normal shape over and over.  Mom might not have been so hard on her had she known that this was round two for the night. Mom must have thought her punishment was very effective because Cary was begging for it to stop after only 5 minutes.  "I'll be a good girl.  I promise."  she pleaded.  After Cary was sobbing uncontrollably Mom finally let her up, though we were disappointed that Cary's panties stayed up.  I had no doubt that the paddle had lit quite a fire underneath those panties.  Afterward Cary trodded upstairs holding her chastized bottom all the way.  I nodded at mom and then followed.  Jenna and Nicole took that as their cue to leave.  I wasn't surprised to find that she had already stripped bare from the costume by the time I opened the door.  She stood with her bottom facing the mirror amazed at the dark color it had become.  Oval shapped bruises had begin to form.  She glared at me with obvious malice as I entered.  "I won that bet you know." she said.  "That should have been you!!" "Yes, you did." I agreed.  "I may not have been one getting the spanking tonight but you got your wish.  That freak'n paddle you bought is now hanging on the wall downstairs." I explained, having already realized the implication. "Yes, well I hope it gets used quite often.  After the night you put me through." she added. "It was all worth it to you get what you deserved." I said with a smirk.   Cary finished dressing back into her suit and I was back in my jeans and tee shirt.  I followed her to the front door and Mom was already there to see her off. "Cary, I am sorry you have to run off so soon.  I had hoped that you would stick around for awhile and visit."  Mom said. "Yes, well...after spending some time with your daughter tonight I am worn out and ready to head home."  Cary responded, acting regretful. "I think you were exactly right.  A good spanking is just what she needed." mom said, tunring to look at me as she finished her statement. "I think you got through to her but I wouldn't go so easy on her next time." Cary said, also looking at me.  She then turned and stepped out the door.  Mom followed her out onto the porch and I stayed inside watching. "I hate to ask you after the way she behaved, but would you mind coming back over this weekend?  I told Bethany that she could have a sleepover with her friends but it turns out that I have to leave town for work.  Its ok if you can't, I probably should go ahead and make her cancel it after the way she acted tonight anyway.  Although if she gives you any trouble you I would give you permission to make use of the paddle as you see fit." I think Cary would have refused if mom hadn't thrown in that last part.  Her attitude suddenly became cheerful.  "I'd love to."  Cary said and then winked at me before slipping off into the night. I was left to dread what kind of plans she might have to back at me.  There was one thing I knew for sure, she was going to take every oppurtunity to humiliate me.  I needed to come up with a plan and fast or I would be sleeping on my stomach next weekend and for awhile after.                                                                                                  The End

Mike