"I'm not fibbing!" Jessica declared firmly. "My real clothes are in the washing machine. Yes, I am short, so these were the only spare clothes that Mrs. Bradley could find that would fit me."
Mrs. Waterfield shook her head.
"Well I might have to apologize to your parents later, but there's no way I'm taking that nonsense from you. Just be happy that I'm not going to get the guest strap by the door."
"Guest strap? No, you don't understand, I'm really..."
"Guest strap." Mrs. Waterfield repeated firmly. "Each of the girls have one in their rooms. That one is to remind guests to be on their best behavior because this is a spanking household."
Jessica's head swam. That razor strap by the door was for guests? Could that woman be serious?
Jessica's pause cost her a chance to explain. Mrs. Waterfield grabbed Jessica by the arm and started pulling. Jessica protested, but the strongly woman had stopped listening.
Then she was face down over Mrs. Waterfield's lap and six hard smacks rang out. Jessica sputtered and protested, but the washer changed to the spin cycle, drowning out her voice.
"Now are you going to admit that you've been making up silly stories?" Mrs. Waterfield demanded.
"You are making a huge mistake." Jessica said, rage entering her voice. "I am a grown woman and..."
The rest of Jessica's remark was lost when Mrs. Waterfield swung her on to her feet. Not to end the spanking, but to lower Jessica's cute little Muppet overall shorts. Then Mrs. Waterfield hauled the girl over her lap and peppered Jessica's cartoon duck underwear with another six smacks.
"Now are you..."
"You're making a mistake." Jessica insisted, interrupting the woman with voice mixed with rage and pain. "And when I get out of here..."
Mrs. Waterfield didn't need to hear anymore, nor did she need to move Jessica again. A quick tug of her spanking hand pulled Jessica's borrow underwear down. Jessica dared to hope that now that her bottom was visible Mrs. Waterfield would see that she was spanking an adult, but her hope was in vain. Mrs. Waterfield wasn't looking for curves, only color, and the only thing she noticed was that Jessica's backside could use a great deal more color. She delivered another dozen hard smacks, lighting a fire in Jessica's behind.
Jessica couldn't believe what she was feeling. She had played a few spanking games, but nothing like this. All of her lovers had stopped when she had told them to, which was usually after a smack or two. But those lovers knew that she was an adult woman who could report them to the police and Mrs. Waterfield thought she was dealing with a naughty child. A child so young that she didn't lie, she fibbed.
As Jessica's protests turned into squeals, Mrs. Waterfield paused again.
"This is your last chance." Mrs. Waterfield told Jessica. "Either you admit that you're fibbing and we start your corner time or I march you through the house to get the guest strap and give you a good dose of what you need. And I'll be marching you through the house like this, with your naughty little bottom bare."
"But Mrs. Bradley knows..."
"I don't care what Mrs. Bradley says. I'm a woman of my word and if I say I'm going to strap you then I'm going to strap you." Mrs. Waterfield declared. "Even if Mrs. Bradley was to support that silly story of yours I'd still strap you just because I said I would. Now are you going to admit your fib or are we going to get the strap?"
Jessica knew that once Mrs. Bradley saw her that Mrs. Bradley would tell everyone that Jessica was an adult, but part of her feared that the mad woman holding her would make good on that threat. That the entire bridge party would see Jessica marched through the house with her borrowed underwear around her ankles and then Mrs. Waterfield would strap her just because she said she would.
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