When Mommy Had Enough

by Stacilynn Brown
Ó 2003
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http://stacilynn.iwarp.com

 

(Chapters 5 thru 9)

 

=5=

"Honey why don’t you take off your clothes while I start running your bath for you, ok?" Heather was smiling from ear to ear; Thomas was blushing from ear to ear! "Oh Thomas, don’t be so shy…, Aunt Rachel and I have been taking care of you for 4 years now sweetheart. Why all of a sudden are you embarrassed to let me see you naked?" Heather reached for Thomas to brush the bangs from his face and give him a reassuring hug. Thomas still blushing, eyes downcast, was nervous with anticipation. Nervous with excitement. Thomas wasn’t afraid to undress in front of his Aunt Heather…, rather he was paralyzed and just couldn’t move at the moment.

"Thomas, if something is wrong just tell me kiddo; you know I don’t bite." Heather, chuckling lightly, placed her hand under his chin; lifting, till his eyes met her gaze, and Thomas could see her warm smile.

"Auntie, I’m just nervous. I want to, but I don’t want to. I mean…, I…, umm, I’m scared Auntie. Does Mommy really want me to be a girl?" If ever there were an angel child walking on earth, Heather was looking straight into the eyes of that very angel. Her breath taken from her for a moment as she watched her young nephew; the epitome of youthful innocence nervously weighing in the balance between male and female.

 

=6=

"Hello? Mom? Can you hear me now? God, this stupid phone!!" Kathy was frustrated with her cell phone which worked intermittingly, or so it seemed. One moment she’d look at the phone and she’d have a strong signal and then ten or twenty seconds later the signal wasn’t only low, but gone as well. Redialing and starting her conversation where she had left off, if she could remember. Kathy made a mental note to herself to stop by the cellular dealer where she bought the phone two months ago and ask them if they could either fix the phone or give her a new one that actually worked.

"Cell phone still dying on you Kath?" Celeste, one of her coworkers and girlfriends who sat at the desk next to Kathy’s in the secretarial pool asked.

"Hell yes! The thing only has a strong signal when I’m not using it!" Kathy laughed, though dripping with sarcasm. "I keep reminding myself to stop by the cellular dealer after work, but I always end up forgetting. Just too much on my plate these days I guess. Between two jobs and the problems I’ve been having with Thomas…, and no husband to help raise him. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Rachel, Heather, and my mom are a big help, but the kid needs a father." Celeste nodded as she sipped her coffee. "Thomas is a good kid. He’s a sweet little boy. I guess I’m actually kind of lucky he’s as gentle and sweet as he is, considering how nasty some kids are these days. But he’s just always getting into something…, I mean I know when I was a little girl his age I got into trouble too and I got dirty playing outside. My poor mother." Kathy giggled as did Celeste. "But I was never as bad as Thomas! Granted, I was a girl and he’s a little boy; but it’s like he’s trying to get in trouble or trying to get as dirty as possible. Like he’s trying to get attention, you know?"

"Well, maybe he is Kathy. I mean trying to get attention. He’s only four years old and his mommy is at work a lot. Sure, your sisters and mom are around the house to watch him but there’s no replacement for one’s mom either. As for the husband…, what happened to that guy you met at the club? I thought you really liked him?" Celeste winked and drained more of her coffee.

Kathy smiled as she thought of Ian, with his long wavy chocolate brown hair, and deep sparkling blue eyes. Not to mention his cute, tight butt too.

"Earth to Kathy…" Celeste was giggling again, but she was always giggling it seemed. She was a happy person in general, which she projected onto everyone around her. Although, between her caffeine highs and happy pill overdoses, she was the hyperactive perky girl that drove some people over the brink with the need to bitch slap the offender now and then! Kathy thought with amusement to herself.

"Hah! Yea he’s a babe Celeste! But, I met him where I work… I mean he was in there for a reason girl!"

"Oh and what.., you’re not reason enough?!" Celeste was sporting the infamous Cheshire Cat grin.

"Yea, I guess. But he’s a musician too Celeste, which is kewl and all, but you know the stories you hear about musicians. I’m a musician myself and I know the stories are true! I’ve seen it firsthand. And I don’t want to open my heart and have it stomped on either. Although he is a cutie! And he’s wicked smart too. A cute guy and smart…, amazing…" Kathy was blushing crimson red as she continued to envision Ian; remembering how she felt in his arms when they hugged each other goodbye. So strong, yet so gentle.

"You told him you have a son, right? And he was kewl, didn’t hightail it out of there. Kept sniffing around, right? C’mon, Kathy…, the guy’s interested in you! Give it a try. Sure you can always get your heart crushed when you open it up to someone, but it can also be caressed and loved too. It’s been what…, almost 5 years now since Thomas’ father left you? It’s about time you get it on again girl! Even if it doesn’t get that serious between the two of you, think how it might affect Thomas. This guy might be a healthy influence…, not just on you, but Thomas as well."

Kathy was smiling as she gathered her purse and keys. "Ok, ok, Celeste. I’ll think about it. C’mon, lets go get some lunch, I’ll drive."

"Can we stop by Starbucks Kath? I need a refill."

Kathy rolled her eyes and smirked. "More coffee is the last thing you need, but sure."

The girls left Randall Industries in Kathy’s new Pontiac Grand Am GT1, headed to lunch, via their quick pit stop at Starbucks so Celeste could hook up her virtual IV to the coffee maker and see the cute manager; Brandon, that she’d been dating for the past 3 months.

 

=7=

Anne Barkley was playing Hi Lo Jack with her girlfriends. A card game played mostly throughout Rhode Island. This week they were playing at Maggie’s house up in Cumberland, in the Diamond Hill area. All the women in the group were mothers and housewives except for Anne and two other women; Loretta and Ginny, who were mothers but not housewives anymore. Finishing yet another hand of the trump game, Anne excused herself to take a phone call from her daughter Kathy.

"Hello? Kathy? Is that you?" The voice on the other end was breaking up and hard to distinguish, but she knew it was her daughter Kathy because of the caller ID that alerted her to the caller’s identity before answering. "Humph." Maybe I’d better call home and check with the kids to make sure everything is ok; Anne thought as she was dialing her house.

"Hello?" The young girl’s voice was breathing heavy as she answered the phone.

"Rachel? Is that you honey? What’s wrong? Why are you breathing so heavy?" Anne was concerned something might be wrong with her daughter.

"Oh.., Mom…, no…, I’m ok." Catching her breath slowly. "What’s up?"

"Well, first, why were you breathing so heavy?" Anne asked her daughter again.

Giggling, Rachel explained that she had been in the living room dancing to some music with her friends that had come over earlier to swim and hang out. "I was just dancing, and then I finally heard the phone ringing over the music and had to run to catch the phone in time."

"Rachel you do remember that we have voicemail in case you don’t reach the phone in time, even if you’re traveling at break-neck speed. You know how much I don’t like it when you girls run thru the house. Young ladies should be more refined in their behavior, even in your own house, especially in front of your guests."

Rachel knew she was lucky her Mom was on the other end of the phone and not in the house with her, or she more than likely would have been the recipient of some corporal punishment, and in front of her girlfriends no less! With eyes downcast, biting her upper lip gently as her lower lip quivered, Rachel knew she’d best apologize for upsetting her mom. "Mommy, I’m sorry I ran thru the house to answer the phone. I should know better. I promise I’ll try to remember the next time and act properly in our house and in front of my guests."

Anne was beaming as she heard her daughter apologize for her transgressions. She didn’t enjoy being so strict with her daughters, but she was fearful that if she allowed them too much leeway they might end up pregnant and single so young like her oldest daughter Kathy. She loved her daughter and her grandson Thomas, but she also knew how difficult life had become for Kathy; being a single mom at such a young age.

Anne was on the edge of despising herself for becoming such a strict parent as of late, remembering how strict her own parents were when she was growing up, but she didn’t see any other way to keep her two youngest daughters in line. She would still allow them to date boys or even girls if they so chose, but she had to put her foot down when it came to all the free love she had experienced when she went to college and that she allowed Kathy to enjoy.

Anne felt it all started with a little behavior modification. Sure her daughters would need some time to make the subtle adjustments that she required, but she also knew with some mild corporal punishment her daughters would fall in line that much quicker. She had always believed in spanking her children to teach them right from wrong; nothing too harsh mind you, but enough to instill remembrance. Teaching her daughters to be refined young ladies wasn’t such a bad idea, except most households in today’s society would probably find it to be outdated and unnecessary. Growing up, her daughters were always kept in the prettiest dresses, petticoats, knee socks, maryjanes; and ribbons or bows in their long hair. The girls still wore skirts everyday during school hours. They had no choice actually as they attended La Salle Academy in Providence; a catholic parochial school serving grades 7^th thru 12^th. The academy required the girls to wear the school uniform consisting of white or light blue blouse, gray pleated skirt or skort, and knee socks or tights. Their shoes could be of various styles, except no sandals, or high heels. Yes, she was proud of her daughters. Thomas, however was a bit out of hand and needed some formal discipline she thought. If he was a little girl of 4 years old instead of a little boy we could just keep the child in the frilliest and prettiest clothing, learning proper deportment, and grace. Even his mother openly wished her son had been born a girl. Between Thomas’ mother telling her son how she wished he had been born a little girl instead, and the influence of four women and no other males in their household for little Thomas to identify with, perhaps transforming her grandson into a precious little girl would be far easier than trying to curb his male ruffian ways. In fact, just the act of putting Thomas into pretty dresses would curb his careless male attitude, Anne thought. But how do we ensure Thomas will not rebuke his new submissive role in the feminine world? The wheels in Anne’s head began to turn, plotting out a strategy sure to change her grandson’s attitude.

 

=8=

Anne was giggling like a little schoolgirl as she drove home. Visualizing little Thomas dressed in her daughters old clothes which she had stored years ago in the attic; figuring one day she would give them to any granddaughters that came along. Weighing in her mind the possible outcome from submersing her grandson in a world of feminine finery and deportment, Anne could only see one conclusion. A gentle, well behaved child. Anne was almost certain that Kathy would go along with her plan for Thomas, but she would let her daughter see her son for herself first, as a well behaved little angel.

Pulling into the driveway, Anne could hear the loud music coming from her old Victorian house and wasn’t pleased that her children would assault the neighborhood like that, with MTV or whatever source they were using. Someone had a little explaining to do!

Walking into the house unnoticed, Anne found her daughter Rachel in the living room with her friends dancing; if you could call it that. More like some sexual rites of passage among young girls than dancing. And the music blaring, bass pounding like a heartbeat, she didn’t just hear the music, but could feel it as well. Girls have always danced with each other since the beginning of time, unlike men who generally were too afraid to be seen dancing with another man, fearful their sexuality would be in question. These girls were not just dancing though, but gyrating their hips in sexually suggestive rhythms, breasts touching breasts, hands caressing up and down each other’s body. "Least they can’t get each other pregnant!" Anne thought to herself with a small chuckle, "unless one of these girls was a boy transformed by his grandmother also!"

Undetected so far, Anne found the remote and switched off the sound system, leaving the girls in a state of shock at being caught in their sexual dance. Rachel immediately began trembling at the realization that her mother was standing before her, where a moment ago she was in the throes of a young teenage sexual experience with her closest girlfriends.

"Rachel would you care to explain to your mother why you felt it necessary to assault the neighborhood with this loud music? It sounded as though there was a concert right here in our living room young lady!" Rachel’s mother was staring at her oldest daughter, tapping her foot, waiting for an answer. No words of disgust about the girls touching one another, just the seriousness of playing such loud music. Rachel was confused, but knew she had to answer her mother.

"Mommy, I’m sorry. We just got carried away. I should have known better." Eyes downcast, Rachel awaited her mother’s sentence and the atonement she was sure to pay for upsetting her.

"Granted, you’re older than your sister, so you should know better by now, but we all know Heather is more mature and more responsible than you! Where is your sister? Why isn’t she paying attention? She knows how much I hate this stereo blasting like that!" Anne shook her head in despair. "What am I going to do with you young lady? I’m surprised the cops weren’t called out here again for the loud music…, not that you girls would have heard them at the door! Anne put down her purse on the coffee table that was sitting askew in the living room, having been pushed aside by the young girls so they had more room to dance. Sitting down in the middle of the couch, smoothing her knee length skirt, Anne looked at her daughter with stern eyes. No words needed to be spoken, Rachael knew all too well what was about to happen, and in front of her friends no less. Her mother was patting her legs and beckoning her daughter to come and accept her punishment willingly without hesitation. The other girls softly giggled knowing Rachael was about to be spanked by her mommy in front of them… Anne gave the other girls a look that squelched their giggles quickly. Rachael walked slowly to her mother as if she were walking to her own death…, knowing full well the shame she was about to feel. "Rachael, you better pick up your pace girlie or you’ll feel more than just my hand on your bottom! Move it young lady and bend over Mommy’s lap." Anne was wearing a warm smile on her face, as if this might help coerce her daughter into submitting quicker to the inevitable punishment.

"Heather! Heather?!" Anne was calling out to her youngest daughter. "Where is your sister? She needs to be punished along with you for not watching you and your friends closer. A 13 year old has to watch over a 15 year old! Rachael you should be ashamed of yourself young lady." Anne spoke with a subtle command in her voice, almost mesmerizing to any who listened. Now standing before her mother seated on the couch, "she’s upstairs with Thomas, Mommy." Rachael didn’t offer any more information about what her sister was doing to her nephew upstairs, fearful of how their mother might react to them putting little Thomas in dresses in front of their friends. Trembling and sniffling, Rachael began an all out full cry as she lowered herself over her mother’s lap, leaving her shorts on; praying her mom wouldn’t make this a bare bottom spanking in front of her girlfriends.

"Excuse me Rachael, but are you forgetting something young lady?" Anne could feel her daughter trembling on her lap.

"Oh Mommy, please…, no…" The teenager was begging her mother now.

"Rachael, I’m already upset with you for running thru the house earlier when I called, then the loud music, annoying our neighbors, and now with your hesitation to accept your punishment like a good girl. Perhaps you need a lil attitude adjustment for being so rebellious to your mother." Anne reached over her daughter to her purse on the coffee table and pulled out her wooden hairbrush.

At the sight of her mom’s hairbrush, Rachael began struggling to free herself from her mother’s lap; legs and arms flailing, tears streaking down her soft cheeks, begging between an outburst of sobs, "Mommy PPUUHHHLLLEEEZZZ!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Anne was incensed but her daughters insolent behavior; while holding her firm with one arm, she pulled her daughter’s shorts and panties down with her free hand; exposing the soft porcelain white flesh of her bottom before all the girls in the room. Rachael was now crying, shamed into hysterics by her presence in front of her peers. Without a hint of notice, Anne raised the brush high above her head and brought it down with such force there was a whistle as the brush sliced thru the air, firmly planted onto her daughters cheeks. Again, in quick succession Anne brought down a total of ten strokes to Rachael’s bared bottom.

Rachael was released from her mother’s grasp, rolling off her lap onto her knees where she knelt. Her bottom as crimson red as the cheeks on her porcelain doll face, Rachael rubbed her cheeks gently before pulling her panties and shorts back up gently.

Anne was staring down at her daughter, waiting for something to happen, something she expected from Rachael. Reaching over into her purse, she pulled out her Virginia Slim 120’s and lit a cigarette, inhaling deep. Satisfying a hunger that grew from the eroticism of punishing her daughter in front of all these teenaged girls. An unyielding lust, that made her blood boil, adrenaline flow thru her body. Anne was unaware of her own subconscious hunger, although she knew she would never endanger a child sexually to fulfill a deep rooted lust. Someone younger than herself, yes; but not a child as young as Rachael and Heather, or their friends.

The teenage girls in the room witnessing Rachael’s punishment however were feeling a mixture of emotions. Some were teary eyed, feeling for their friend, wishing they could comfort her, or have stopped what seemed like a brutal assault to such tender flesh. Others were moist with some hidden and unknowing lust for discipline at the hands of an older, more mature, attractive, authoritative woman.

Cassie, one of Rachael’s closest girlfriends in the group wanted to rush to her friend and comfort her. Hold her and brush away the sad tears, but she knew it was best at that moment to wait till Miss Barkley had left the room. She had a sense, some inclination that Anne wasn’t through with her daughter yet.

"Rachael, are you forgetting yourself? Do you need more reflection to stir your memory young lady?" Anne was lightly caressing the wooden hairbrush as she continued to inhale deeply on her cigarette.

Rachael stood, awkwardly at first, still rubbing her tender bottom. Eyes downcast, trembling, Rachael steadied herself and looked up into her mother’s eyes. Dropping into a perfect curtsey, Rachael spoke without any hesitation, "Mommy I’m sorry I have embarrassed and shamed you in front of my guests. I’m sorry I was insolent, and rebelled against you. I promise I will try harder to be a proper young lady. Please forgive me Mommy." Rachael, nearly collapsing, caught herself, eyes downcast against, she began to cry.

The girls in the room all felt so terrible for their friend. How could her mother embarrass her like that in front of all her friends. Some f the girls wept openly along with Rachael, so moved by the experience.

"Rachael, honey; come here and give Mommy a hug. You know I love you and only want what’s best for you and your sisters. And when you are bad or do something wrong you know I have to punish you. You do want to be a proper young lady after all, and young ladies sometimes have to be disciplined." Anne held her arms out and folded them around her daughter as Rachael leaned forward. "I love you sweetheart." Anne whispered softly and kissed her daughter on her cute little button nose. Wiping her tears, she stood Rachael up and asked her where Heather was hiding?

Heather was still upstairs transforming little Thomas into a sweet little girl; Rachael remembered, and started to tremble again at the thought of their mother learning of the plan. Her bottom was already so sore, she dreaded another spanking so soon. Should she admit to her mother now what she and Heather planned; and was happening right now, or let her mother find Heather upstairs putting Thomas into a dress and being so upset that she punished Heather first. Maybe even forget to punish her again… What to do???

"What’s wrong Rachael? Why are you trembling honey? Did I hurt you that bad? Let me see your bottom Rachael, if I’ve hurt you by accident I’m so sorry. We need to tend to the flesh immediately if the skin was broken." Anne was concerned she may have spanked her daughter to severely this time.

"Oh Mommy, no. That’s not it. It does hurt a lot though, but that’s not the problem." Rachael was so red eyed now from all the crying and felt as though she might throw up from her nerves being so upset.

"Well tell me what’s wrong love. You know you can tell me anything. I might get mad when you or sister do something wrong, and punish you, but that’s because I love you two so much and I want the best for both of you."

Rachael was unsure. She didn’t want to get Heather in any trouble, nor did she want to feel her mother’s hairbrush again so soon, although she figured her mom would at least wait awhile before spanking her again after such a severe episode. It wasn’t just Heather’s idea after all. She had just as much input into the plan as her sister. Rachael knew she was better off being honest with her mother.

"Mommy, please don’t be mad with us, but…, we…, well I mean Thomas… He’s such a brat sometimes and always in trouble or getting dirty, and we just thought that maybe if we…, if we…, oh mommy please don’t get upset…" Rachael was balling her eyes out now, trembling uncontrollably.

"Rachael, what did you and your sister do to Thomas??" Anne was still smoking her Virginia Slim 120, inhaling deeper than normal.

"Mommy…, we both decided to trick Thomas into our old dresses. We figured if we could make him think we were pleased and could make him happy wearing a dress and acting like a little girl he would be easier to handle." Rachael fell back down to her knees and hugged her mother’s legs, crying.

Anne started laughing out loud and choking on her cigarette. Everyone in the room was startled. First by the explanation of where Heather and Thomas had been and now by the sudden outburst of laughter from Miss Barkley. The laughter was contagious as the girls pictured Thomas in a dress, and actually acting like a sweet little girl for a change instead of the little hellion he usually portrayed.

"Oh Rachael honey, I’m not mad at all, in fact I’m quite pleased with you and your sister! On my way home I was just hatching a plan of my own to put our little Thomas in skirts. I still have to figure out how to get your sister Kathy to accept the idea though. I know she’s always saying out loud and even to Thomas how she wishes he had been born a girl, but wishing it and actually doing it are two different things!" Anne pulled her daughter up off the floor and into her lap, embracing the young girl and smothering her in a warm hug with plenty of gentle kisses. "C’mon girls, let’s figure out a plan to change our little Thomas the Terrorist into the sweetest little girl anyone would cherish!"

The girls started giggling at the thought of Thomas as a sweet little girl. Their very own life sized Barbie Doll to play with; and relieved that Rachael wasn’t about to be punished again.

 

=9=

"Thomas, what color dress do you think you’d like to wear? Sweet little girls always look adorable in pretty pink and white!" Heather smiled as she washed Thomas’ little body with the sweet smelling Plumera liquid bath gel from Bath & Body Works. She was daydreaming, envisioning her young nephew in her discarded soft baby pink party dress with the puffy shoulders, high lacey bodice, satin sash that tied in a large bow in the back, stiff white crinoline petticoats, ruffled pink panties, white knee socks, baby pink maryjanes, and pink and white lacey ribbons tied into his hair! Perfect for a sweet little angel! Heather was beaming, which was contagious, as Thomas was beaming too and giggling. Just like a little girl… This just might work, Heather thought to herself.

  

  

  

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