Amy and Toots/Page5

New Equipment for Amy
Mike entered his home and sat down in the swivel rocker before his computer terminal. He checked his mail, and some accounts, then Arik came in from the garden to join him.

“I saw Toots and Emerald at the shops.” he said. “Poor Toots was going through it. It is a shame...” “Good smacked bottoms and learning how to behave never hurt any little girl.” Arik replied firmly. “If she had got a bit more of it the first time around, maybe she wouldn’t be where she is now.”

“You’re right.” Mike sighed, at that moment Amy came rushing into the room. “Did you get me some sweets?” she asked eagerly. “Yes, I did. Have you been good?” She nodded and took the bag of jelly beans from him. She immediately transferred one to her mouth, and then politely offered them to her brothers.

They declined. ‘It’s funny’ she thought. ‘I had lost some of my sweet tooth, but now its back with a vengeance.’ And so was her desire for other childlike pursuits. She was delighted when she noted he had bought her a copy of the girls magazine ‘Tessa’.

‘Tessa’ was full of picture stories, about travel hostesses and nurses and girl guides and pioneer girls living exciting lives on frontier planets. And historical heroines from the past centuries. Amy liked best the tales of, Mary a Nanny who lived in a grand house and cared for adorable children in Victorian England, and Bet who helped totally eradicate all hunger and starvation on Earth in the early twenty first Century. While perusing such tales again, Amy wondered how it was she had ever wanted to give them up.

She was animatedly reading when she became aware that her brothers were discussing Toots again. Toots as a penitatas was to have lots of hard spankings. Amy knew this, and felt a bit guilty. If not for her, Toots would not be a penitatas. Amy kept trying to think back to the day of the accident and she was not at all sure that her friend did anything wrong.

Dealing with the enormity of her own rejuve had pushed a lot of it to the back of her mind, and the joy of having Toots back, ten years old like herself and right next door, had seemed so wonderful, she had not fully thought about what it might be like for Toots.

She tried to hear what her brothers were saying but, they were talking quietly, and obviously did not intend their words to reach her ears.

“Why are you talking so quietly?” she asked a little crossly after a few moments. “Toots is my friend, and I want to know what’s going on.” “Oh do you indeed.” Mike said turning to face her. “Well young lady, just step over here, and see what else I bought at the shops today.”

She did not like his tone, but curiosity got the better of her. She saw the two bags bearing the motif ‘The Discipline Store.’ “What did you get?” she asked her voice now a bit tearful.

“Arik and I have decided that this time around, if you’re a naughty girl, (and let’s face it Amy, you will be sometimes), we are going to do our duty and ensure you understand the consequences. You will be corrected. We have bought you two implements of correction. Take a look.”

Gingerly she opened the first bag. Inside was a paddle made of light wood. It was flat and oval shaped. She wasn’t sure how long the handle was, but she guessed it was just the right length so a cross adult could get a good swing, but she noted that the paddle was about the same size as table tennis bat. Wow that would sting her whole bottom if that was used!

The perimeter was decorated with cute little cartoon girls, who with their dark hair and large eyes looked a bit like Amy. Each drawing depicted a different stage of a punishment. A scared little girl trying to plead. An expectant little girl, waiting bent over. A scarlet bottomed, bawling girl. A penitent little girl with tearful eyes saying ‘sorry’. A content, forgiven little girl being cuddled by a dark haired man in a white shirt. In the centre of these depiction’s there was written ‘Amy’s Paddle.’

She found the drawings delightful, but did her brothers really mean that they would use this if she was naughty? She resolved at once to always be very good.

“That will really hurt if I have to have that.” she said. “Yes it will.” Mike agreed. “That’s why I bought it. Now look in the other bag.”

In the other bag was a long cane made of peach wood. Amy did not know a lot about canes, but she knew that some of her childhood friends had ‘got the cane’ She never had. In fact only occasionally had she been spanked. She recalled reading an article in the newspaper about the different effectiveness of different switches and canes, but she had not taken much notice. She wished she had now, so she knew how effective this one might be.

“Will it... will it really sting a lot?” she asked dolefully. Her brothers nodded. “It will sting so much you won’t be able to sit down afterwards.” Arik replied. “Now take them upstairs to your room and put them up on top of your wardrobe, nice and handy for if we ever need them.”

“It’s not fair.” she exclaimed. “You couldn’t do this if I hadn’t been rejuved. It’s not my fault and I don’t see why I should have to put up with it.” “You know Arik,” Mike said folding his arms. “I really do wonder if we ought to give those new tools a little try, to see if they’re effective.”

“No!” her tone was one of horror. “Yes I think so.” Arik agreed. “No....” she began to cry.

It was a hard fact to take on board, but no matter how she protested, no matter how unfair she might think it was, it was a reality that her brothers, her guardians, could deal with her in whatever way they felt was appropriate.

Mike arose and crossed the room. He took the cane that she still held and also picked up the paddle. Taking her hand he led her to the end of the sofa. Without speaking he gently leant her over. She began to sob desperately. He really was! He was going to paddle her. Or cane her. Or maybe even both!

Her dress was lifted. She felt the cool air against her bottom as next her knickers were drawn down. She tried to arise, to move out of the position he had placed her, but his hand firmly against her back prevented her from moving at all.

Then suddenly WHAPP!! “Yeeooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!” “That Amy is what a light whack with the paddle feels like.” “Please please please please letmeup! Let me up! No more.......owww” SWISSS !! CRACK!!! “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She dissolved into helpless sobs. “And that is what the cane feels like.”

With that he let her up and cuddled her close. “I won’t ever be bad enough to need it again.” she sobbed into his shirt front. “I won’t ever....” “Seems our new tools are very effective.” Mike remarked to Arik.

He helped her replace her knickers. She was desperately trying to rub the sting from her rear. “Now like a good girl take them upstairs and put them on top of your wardrobe for when we need them again.” he instructed.

She took them from him, and still dancing a bit to try and lessen the sting she did as he told her. She was determined in that moment that they would never be needed again. She was going to be so good!

Once she reached her room, she did not immediately put them on top of her wardrobe. She stood for a moment, holding the long cane. It was hard to believe that it could cause the fiery stripe that burned her so. She ran her fingers along its’ length. Then she looked at the paddle. Wow, it looked like a cute toy, but it had really burned her whole bottom. She looked at the pictures, ran her fingers over the punishment scenario depicted there, coming at last to the one where the little girl was cuddled.

That had actually happened to her too, and it felt so good. Yes she was cuddled quite a lot. She knew that she was someone who was really loved, but to be cuddled after punishment felt especially good. It meant she was forgiven, and all was fresh again now.

She stretched up on tip toe, and with some difficulty managed to place them on top of her wardrobe. Then she stood in front of her full length mirror for a while. gazing at her ten year old body.

Her face was a little tear marked, and her hair a little dishevelled. Her blue dress was gathered at the waist, and tied at the back with a navy bow. It was a very pretty dress, and Amy liked it, but it was devoid of any womanly sophistication.

Amy lifted her dress, and carefully lowered her navy knickers. “Ooooh” she couldn’t help gasping. She gazed at her punished bottom in the mirror.

The whole area was pink. That was the paddle. A thin dark line bedecked the centre. That was the cane. She ran her small fingers accross the surface. It felt hot to her cool hand. She very tentatively ran her finger tips against the red welt. She winced. It was slightly raised up and really did sting.

“Amy if you....” The door was flung open and there stood Mike. For a moment her face burned as red as her bottom. She had forgotten that now she was so young again, door knocking and privacy were things of the past. She dropped her dress, but her knickers were still half way down her thighs.

He had seen what she was doing, and smiled. “It’s OK sweet one.” he said soothingly. “Of course you want to have a look at your bottom. Now you know what a cane and paddle can do. And they can make it a lot redder and striped than that, believe me.” “What did you want?” she asked, hoping to change the subject. “I just wanted to tell you that if you couldn’t reach the top of the wardrobe to not try climbing on a chair.”

He crossed over to her, and she entered his embrace. He casually replaced her knicks and then still holding her near he crossed to her bed, sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

She gave a little yelp as her bottom touched his hard jean clad thighs, then she settled against him. “You know baby.” she said softly “We only punish you because we love you. And I guess you think that it’s unfair, that it’s only happening because of the rejuve, but that’s not necessarily the case. Arik and I had been getting a bit worried about some of the things you were getting up to. I know you thought you were frightfully adult, but you were still our little sister, and you came perilously close to a spanking a few times. I am sure it would have happened rejuve or not, because we were not going to let you get into any silly behaviour however grown up you may have fancied yourself. And anyway Amy, Arik and I know all about Morgan.”

She pulled free from his arms and gazed up at him in consternation. “You.. You know about Morgan?” she murmured. “You know how he....” “Yes, we know all about how you disobeyed his order to not touch the verry leads, and we know he turned you over his knee and gave you a spanking there in front of the whole crew.”

She pressed her face against his chest as she recalled that day. She had been with Toots back stage at one of her brothers concerts. She and Toots knew how provocative and attractive they were. Both almost twenty one, both not far from adulthood.

Toots had twanged on the verry leads. These were part of the myriad of equipment that added to the musical excellence of the brothers performances. The sound had reverberated around and Toots was amused that she could produce something that sounded so impressive. However the way they were set up was a sensitive business. It took a lot of work, from a lot of people and could easily be ruined by such antics.

Morgan, chief road manager had immediately appeared on the scene. “Don’t touch those verry leads, it’s taken fifteen of us six hours to get them to that condition.” His language had been rather more colourful than that. Amy and Toots had not taken his displeasure seriously. Both of them dared to twang them again.

Without further comment, Morgan had grabbed Toots and turned her over his knee. Whilst the crew cheered (although all the crew were fond of these two minxes, it was popular opinion that they were both far too spoilt) Morgan had spanked her hard for a good five minutes. Her short skirt had ridden up and her slinky panties gave little protection against his huge callused hand.

Amy had watched in wide eyed alarm. Toots had screamed and begged, but slap after slap landed and turned all that was visible of her plump bottom, which was a goodly amount, a mottled crimson. With tears streaming her carefully applied mascara into a muddy stream upon her cheeks, she was finally allowed to stand. Her hands shot to her rear and rubbed frantically while she howled like a six year old.

To Amy’s utter consternation she then had heard Morgan snap “And you, little Miss Amy, who thinks because she’s the boss’ sister she can get away with murder, get over here and get over my knee.” Her legs had turned to water, but she was propelled by the still cheering crew, and she too found herself upturned over his knee.

She would never forget the embarrassment of that moment. Slap after slap burned her while she yelped and begged and promised she would never touch the equipment again. She realised that everyone could see her scanty knickers which gave little protection, but revealed plenty of her buttocks.

They had both felt so ashamed they had run to the ladies’ loos and had remained there until the gig was half over. Both of them had thought that word had not got back to the brothers. It seemed they were wrong.

So Mike and Arik knew, that even when she had been a grown and worldly woman, it had been deemed that she could be dealt a sound and humiliating spanking, just like she was subject to now. Perhaps she hadn’t been as grown and worldly as she thought she had been. Perhaps all her brothers friends and colleagues considered her then not much more than a naughty child who needed to be pulled in line.

And now here she was, in reality that child. And one day, probably quite soon, she would have to see all those people again. It would be so hard.