Rebecca Shaw Sat Sep 30, 2006 14:52195.93.21.101 My name is Rebecca Shaw; I am 29 years old and work as teaching assistant at Thorpewood Junior School. I am single and share a house with another woman and to the outside world seem like quite a boring respectable young woman who has not yet found the man of her life. In fact some aspects of my life are far from boring and border on the surreal to the unbelievable. In some ways I have found the “man” of my live, not to consider marrying but he treats me in the most delightful way bringing out my secret need to be spanked very hard in the most shameful ways possible. I first met him when I went out with his son when I was in my teens and he walked in and caught us fooling around. I actually had my knickers round my knees getting a very playful spanking and to say he was amused is an understatement. The relationship with his son didn’t last long and I met him again 4 years ago purely by accident when he visited my school to pick his grandson up. He recognised me instantly and said quite openly how I was in a much more dignified position since the last time and quite casually asked if still liked to have my bottom smacked. Several parents and children could clearly hear and amid a few giggles and gasps I could feel myself blush as red as a tomato as he helped his grandson on with his coat while telling him how his uncle Peter had smacked my bare bottom all that time ago. The following day Paul, his grandson gave me a note from him which said if I did indeed like having my bottom smacked to give him a ring and he would be delighted to do it for me. After constant dreams or nightmare a few months later I did build up the courage and made contact. He now lives about a hundred miles away and I go and visit him 5 or 6 times a year usually for the weekend but at least once a year for a full week. During that time I am radically transformed from my real age of 29 to a naughty little girl of probably less than 9 and the whole think is made very public. My physical appearance helps in my new role, as due to a rare medical condition I never developed fully during puberty. The most obvious signs are that I never grew any pubic hair what so ever and my breasts are exceptionally small for my build. I am 5’6’’, not fat but not exactly skinny either and despite having a rather chubby round bottom my lack of boobs is constant source of embarrassment for me. It was the summer and I had just arrived at “Uncle John’s”, the long drive was tiring and yet again I was full of fear and dread of the upcoming events, even though I had been looking forward to it tremendously part of me hated the way I was made to behave. With a last deep breath and mental goodbye to the real me I knocked on the door. “Hi Miss Shaw”, beamed the smiling face of Paul, I stood in complete shock not knowing what to do or say as the grinning 13 year old politely asked me inside. I heard other muttering voices, which must have belonged to other boys around Paul’s age as he told me that, his Granddad was out and would be back soon and he had put my things in my room. Without being able to speak to him I almost ran upstairs to “my room”, it was just an ordinary small bedroom but laid out on the bed were far from ordinary clothes for a 29 year old woman. I stood by the window staring out aimlessly, my situation was quite widely known in the remote village due mainly to the big mouth of Uncle John’s cleaning lady. Also due to the fact I had received a number of very public spankings all greeted with amusement and encouragement form the locals. It was not fair to say I didn’t mind people knowing but the fact I was a long way from home did make me feel quite safe to enjoy my humiliation if enjoy is the right word. However it was obvious from the smug look on Paul’s face that he must know the reason for me being in his Granddad’s house. I tried to convince myself it was only a coincidence and reluctantly began undressing hoping that the boys would go as soon as Uncle John returned. Once naked I shivered with the absurdity of what I was doing and thought to myself why hadn’t I just got back in the car instead of willingly participating in my degrading torment. I picked up the white socks from the bed and pulled them over my ankles and tugged them tight up just below my knees followed by the plain white cotton knickers, which snapped tight against my bum cheeks when I let go of the waistband. As usual there was no bra although I normally did wear a slightly padded bra in normal circumstances now everyone would soon be in no doubt just how juvenile I did look. I picked up the dress only to drop it instantly when I realised what it was! The sarcastic bastard had only got hold of a genuine Thorpewood Junior School uniform dress complete with the school badge. Despite my anger and outrage did feel a slight acknowledgement to him for knowing how to increase my shame beyond anything I could ever had imagined. With trembling hands I slipped the dress over my head and down past my hips where it abruptly stopped, hardly concealing my knickers. I looked in the mirror at the blue and white checked dress with a silly white collar and the school badge almost smiling at my ridiculous appearance. Some patent black shoes completed the outfit and I reached back to fasten my hair into a ponytail. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my refection; my bare thighs seemed to go on forever from the top of the socks up to the hem of the dress. I gave the dress a tug to try and magically make it longer, I had often thought it looked short on some of the older pupils and now I had squeezed myself into one and I looked quite obscene. I had paced up and down the small room a hundred times, on several occasions stopping in my tracks determined to put my own clothes back on and tell Uncle john where to stick is silly games. Deep down though I knew this was what I wanted and the anticipation was driving me crazy. “Rebecca, come down here at once young lady” it was the unmistakeable voice of Uncle John. My heart missed a beat and I held my breath as I gingerly opened the door, I could hear the boys voices, removing my last hope that they would have gone by now. I was met at the bottom of the stairs with a look of satisfaction on his face “well it almost fits” he smiled as he led me in the lounge to meet all the boys. They were 4 in total all from my class 2 years ago, Paul, Martin, Graham and Tony, each had the widest smile imaginable as they were told not to think of me as Miss Shaw any more but instead I was now a very naughty little girl who needed her bottom soundly smacking as often as possible. “Isn’t that right Rebecca” asked Uncle John and in barely a whisper I replied “Yes Sir”. A firm smack across my bottom brought stifled giggles from the boys as I was told to stop slouching and holding the hem of my dress and to stand up straight and tell the boys exactly what I was. Reluctantly I put my hands by my sides and faced the boys “I am a very naughty girl and I do need my bottom smacking hard”, I hesitated not knowing how to address the boys then quietly added a collective “Sir”. Uncle John had taken a seat on the edge of his favourite armchair and with a pat of his lap I didn’t need to be told what was expected of me. I swallowed hard and leaned forwards until my hips rested across his knees and my hands were touching the floor. My legs were stretched out with just my tiptoes on the floor behind me. I knew the dress had ridden up but he took hold of it and rolled it half way up my back. The atmosphere was incredible and in complete silence he began smacking me across my tight white knickers. I had never known 4 boys be as quiet in my life and despite not wanting too I was drawn to turn my head and see their reaction. It was a mixture of surprise, disbelief and fascination as they all starred intently on his hand slapping down on my bottom. I began to make a few sounds and started to wriggle my hips slightly and just dip my knees a touch as the smacks got harder and harder. Uncle John told the boys to feel free to ask me any questions and he didn’t mind at all if they wanted to have a good laugh at my expense as I was here for there amusement and to show that certain adult women still behave like silly little girls. All at once the boys seemed to giggle in unison and Paul asked “does it hurt then Miss Shaw, Ohh I mean Rebecca” he corrected himself and before I had chance to answer another boy Martin said “this is so much fun will we get to slap her bum”. Uncle John laughed and said he would consider it, which made me give a loud “Ohhh please you can’t”. The boys laughed loudly as he gave me 2 really hard smacks to each thigh “You know the rules Rebecca, it isn’t up to you who is allowed to spank you is it”. I cringed in shame as I replied, “ “No Sir, my bottom deserves to be spanked by anybody Sir. “Good girl” he said, and then asked if the boys thought I deserved to have my knickers taken down. A roar of agreement erupted from them amid gasps of excitement as Uncle John reminded me to show them what a good girl I could be and ask him nicely to do it. For some unknown reason I once again turned my head to face them and in my best little girl voice “Please Uncle John can you pull my knickers down and show Paul and his friends my bare bottom”. I was making it plainly obvious that I loved every second of my embarrassing ordeal and left the boys in no doubt I would do what ever I was told. A brief halt in the slaps reigning down on my bum brought his fingers to the waistband of my underwear. With a firm slow tug he pulled them inside out and right down to my knees, my legs were slightly apart and they stretched tight making me feel more exposed than if he had taken them off altogether. “Hey, do you like showing your bum then Becca” teased Paul, the other boys laughed and one added “she’s got a nice arse, look how pink it is”. Red is her favourite colour not pink laughed Uncle John and resumed his hard smacks to my now very bare bottom. It was getting more difficult to stay in position and I had to concentrate on every part of my body not just the burning in my bum cheeks. My arms ached having to hold the weight of my upper body and the backs of my legs were tight having to keep my legs straight. I could hear the boys talk among themselves saying thinks like how fantastic it was that I didn’t care who saw me like that and how great it was going to be when they got a chance to smack me. I gasped in shock when I heard Paul say how his Granddad had told him I might be kept completely naked most of the time as well. I was getting to the point where I couldn’t stay still any longer I began to lift my bum up to meet the smacks. I was making more and more noise, lots of little squeals and yells and ohhh’s and ahhh’s. If it weren’t for the knickers round my knees I would have spread them wide open with each new stinging slap. “Starting to get nice and warm now Rebecca, would you like the belt across you fat backside now”. The boys laughed at his crude remarks and them even more when I answered, “Yes please Sir”. I was let up from his knee and stood with both hands rubbing my sore cheeks. Thank god the dress had fallen back in place to cover my vagina from the boys view. “So did you like that Becca” asked Paul, I looked him right in the eye and replied “yes Sir” which brought a huge grin from him and his friends. “ Doesn’t she look silly with her knickers dangling round her knees” giggled Graham to which Uncle John responded by saying “Well if you think she should take them right off just tell her”. “Hey Granddad can I take them off for her” asked Paul. He was given a nod to confirm that he indeed could and as Uncle John walked past me to fetch the belt he gave my rump a sharp smack telling me to put my hands on my head like a good little girl and walk over to his Grandson. All four of them were on the edge of the sofa as I shuffled across to stand in front of Paul. Without any hesitation he reached out and slowly pulled my crumpled knickers to my ankles and I dutifully stepped out of them. “Wish we had known all about you when we were in your class Miss Shaw”, said Tony “Yeah” added Paul “we could have done this to you every day couldn’t we”, I meekly replied “Yes Sir you could”. Uncle John returned with the big leather belt swishing it down on his hand a few times “This will make her dance boys”, he smiled. Another hard smack to my bum followed his question of did I thank Paul for taking my knickers off. I quickly said “Thank you Sir for pulling my knickers down and right off” which was met with more laughter from the boys when Graham continued, “So can I take her dress off then” I looked round at Uncle John knowing it was useless to say anything as he looked over to Graham. “Off course you can young man, you will all have full authority over what she wears this week. A few comments passed between the boys about how I would be lucky to wear anything all this week. Graham stood in front of me and I was even more humiliated to realise he and probably all of them weren’t even as tall as me. With a slightly nervous look he paused and I took my chance to add to my already incredible shame. “Please Graham will you lift my dress right over my head and right off so you can all see what a silly little girl I really am”. “Oh that is a very good girl Rebecca” congratulated Uncle john. I gave an involuntary shudder has his hands dragged the dress up over my waist up to my neck then with an untidy finish down off my arms. I put my hands back on my head and stood with my feet about a foot apart. Graham sat back down and let my naked state be revealed to them all. Uncle John was behind me squeezing my bum cheeks and the boys were openly laughing. “Doesn’t this serve you right Rebecca, showing yourself off to boys who were in your class”. “I gave a hesitant “Yes Sir” as a reply. “She hasn’t even got proper tits,” laughed Martin “Yeah” joined in Paul and her fanny looks like my 2-year-old sister’s. “No wonder she likes getting her arse smacked I bet she can’t get a proper grown up boyfriend”. I was blushing all the way down my body as Uncle john made me tell them they were right. “Yes I need to be shown naked to everybody so they can see how I am not grown up”, and “I want as many people as possible to see me get my bare bottom smacked. With crude laughter ringing in my ears I was led to the armchair and knelt on the seat cushion and rested my chest against the cool leather of the back. Thankfully my knees were close together as Uncle John told me to push my naughty bottom up as high as I could. A few well-aimed swings of the belt soon had me howling and between my sobs and yelps I began to plead with him how I would be a very good girl this week for them all. He was relentless in his punishment of my poor bum cheeks and kept saying to the boys that despite my appearance to the contrary I was actually a 29-year-old woman who had a well-padded backside that could take a good leathering. I could hear between my crying their mocking comments of me. “What a stupid cow wanting to be smacked like this”. “I bet he’s going to smack the skin off her arse at this rate”. “Look at the marks of the belt on her bum”. I was now openly and unashamedly crying my eyes out, looking for the entire world every bit of a naughty little girl. As a final conclusion to my bottom roasting Uncle John helped me further over the back of the chair by putting each of my knees on the far apart arms of the chair. My head hung over the back in shame with my bum cheeks spread wide open and everything in between on full display. I couldn’t remain still and kept trying to clench my bottom and move it from side to side to shake the sting away. Uncle John ran his hands all over me and then to my utter dismay invited the boys over to “feel her hot naughty bottom”. I had no idea who was doing what to me as the boys gathered round, I could feel more than one pair of hands on my bottom at a time mauling me roughly and laughing. They were amazed how hot it felt and then one of them pulled my cheeks as wide apart as cut off!