Amelia. Part one.
This story is an off-shoot from another series of mine, 'Tom's Journey into Submission' where we meet Evelyn, Kay, Amelia and others for the first time. I hope you will enjoy this one. Constructive comments are always welcome.
Amelia's friend requires a spanking.
Autumn was setting in and the leaves were turning lovely shades of red, orange and yellow. The air was chill and Amelia was glad for the open, wood-burning fire in the home she shared with her mother, Kay. It gave the home a cheery glow as she walked up the garden path to the door, and made her think of the cheery glow she could feel burning in the back of her pants. She was returning from her fourth visit to the house of Mistress Evelyn and her buttocks were glowing from the effects of tawse and cane.
Amelia was one of those girls who every now and again felt the need to report to her mistress for punishment. For more than two years, she had been the teenager from Hell, and her mother had been exasperated with her awful behaviour. Then, by luck and chance, she had been invited to an afternoon tea at her mother's friend's house and met another lady there. Rudeness ensued, and this lady had taken her for a stroll in the garden where she had made a few of life's facts clear to the foolish girl.
Such was Evelyn's persuasive power, Amelia had agreed to be disciplined for her appalling attitude and disrespectful language, and found the experience cathartic. So much so that she now found herself calling her new disciplinarian to request further, and harsher, punishment whenever she felt she had done something deserving of it. And here she was, returning from her fourth such visit in two and a half. Mistress, as she demanded to be called, Evelyn was a strict, yet fair, woman around the same age as her mother who thoroughly enjoyed her role, discretely awarding and administering discipline upon many of the town's residents and others from far off.
And now, Amelia entered the house and smelt her mother's cooking in the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready. She quickly ran to her room, shed her outer clothing, changed into fresh underwear and donning a warm dressing gown, she went to the kitchen.
"Hello, dear. Right on time. Evelyn didn't keep you back?" Kay knew where her daughter had been, and why. There were no secrets regarding this, or many other parts of their lives nowadays. One of the benefits from the training Evelyn meted out so well. Equally, Amelia knew that her mother had also attended Mistress Evelyn's academy to relive the aspect of her schooldays that she had missed most: a strict caning. Both women, Amelia was now almost nineteen, shared a common interest and it was not unusual for them to display the results of a visit to their mistress to each other after dinner on the evening of a visit. There was no man in either of their lives.
"No, not today, Mum. She was a bit light-handed today. I think maybe she didn't believe me when I told her the reason I wanted to visit her. She was quite right too - I made it up. I actually enjoy behaving well these days, but I also crave her treatment as well and there are times when I just have to visit her punishment room."
Kay laughed at the change in her daughter. Just three months ago it was the other way round. Horrid child, misbehaving and unruly and completely beyond being controlled or disciplined. Now the opposite. Praise the lord! Or praise Mistress Evelyn? Whatever, it was a welcome change and now she and her daughter were becoming close friends. Yes indeed, praise Mistress Evelyn.
After dinner, and half-way into a bottle of wine, Kay looked inquiringly at her daughter. "No floor-show this evening, Amelia?"
"Would you like one, Mum? You want to see my marked ass? Okay."
Amelia stood up calling Alexa for some dance music, she started to sway and sashay comically around the floor, opening her gown and showing one shoulder, then the other, she slipped the gown off and threw it onto the sofa. Like a pro, she removed her bra and then her panties to the music and worked her way across to stand naked before her mother. Then she spun around and bent at the waist to present her bottom for her mother's inspection.
Kay gave a gasp. The stripes were beyond counting but none was viscious. The under-glow of deep crimson showed off the severity of the tawsing Amelia had endured before the cane.
"Just twenty-four, mum." Amelia volunteered the number of strokes from the cane. She rose and put her gown back on to sit beside her mother.
"There's something else, mum. I think I'm more attracted to girls than to boys. Giving myself like this to Evelyn is a real turn-on. I hope you're okay with that. Maybe things will change, but right now that's how I feel."
"Well, darling, it isn't too much of a surprise to me. I am your mother after all and I'm not blind. You aren't too old to change your likes and dislikes, so feel free to enjoy whatever comes your way. You've probably noticed I don't go hunting men myself. And you know how close I am to several of my girl friends. So there's no judgement coming from my side."
Two days later, Amelia was wandering along the main street when she spotted a friend she hadn't seen since leaving school at the beginning of the summer. She was walking behind her, admiring the runner's bottom inside close fitting leggings as it made its way before her and she unthinkingly followed it into one of the many cafes in the High Street. The girl turned round and her eyes opened in recognition and delight.
"Amelia! How lovely to see you. I've been thinking about you this past week and wondered what had happened to you. We used to have so much fun, misbehaving and getting into trouble together. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Katie. And I too have been thinking recently of how naughty we were. Have you got time for a chat? Let's catch up."
They ordered drinks and took a quiet booth at the back of the café where it was more private. Katie was bubbling with joy at renewing their friendship and keen to relate her antics over the summer. She had spent three weeks in the Greek Islands with a girl friend from school, beaching by day, drinking too much by night. She alluded, without saying so much, that she had left her inhibitions behind, spent most of the days naked on nudist beaches competing with her friend which of them would have the better tan when they got home. Not once did she mention boys or getting laid, popular topics for girls of their age and what might be expected of a couple of girls on holiday in the sun.
"Yeah, Katie? And who won the suntan competition?" Amelia's mind was racing with possibilities here, because Katie was one of the most attractive girls she knew. Mousy brown hair and cheeky freckled face. Fit and lean, with tits like large grapefruits and that succulent arse she had followed unthinkingly into the café.
"Well, lucky me! My friend, Georgina, has fairer skin. You probably remember her from school. Well, she was so keen to win that she overdid it and spent the final three days with sunburn. She had to hide under an umbrella when we went to the beach. She was a bit up herself and angry with me, and we kind of fell out at the end of the trip. Obviously, I won the tan contest and she didn't like the prize I asked for. I suppose we should have been more specific at the beginning when we said the loser has to pay a forfeit to the other - whatever she asked for."
