My Neighbor Rachael

I thumbed my cell phone to call Rachael to tell her I was on my way. "Almost home?" she asked. I told her I was stuck in traffic a few miles away. I was not about to admit to being behind schedule because I'd got side-tracked before leaving the office. I was five minutes late leaving the building and then I'd got all the way to my car and was pulling out of my parking spot when I remembered I'd left my cell phone on the charger in my office. I'd had to almost sprint to retrieve it which is not an easy task in heels. "Well, you still have twelve minutes. You better not do something ignorant and get a ticket because you got in a rush."

"Please, I need more time." I said. Her response flustered me: 'Hummph,' a half grunt.

"I have a question." Rachael said. "I was looking up Sarah's phone number, you know, just in case I need it." She could not hear me suck in my breath nor see me cringe. "I noticed a pair of names with extra, kind of unusual, information. Not just phone numbers, and email addresses, but mailing addresses and birth dates. Who are Judy and Joanne?"

I'm sure she knew or suspected who they were when she continued. "I discounted them at first because they live on the other side of the state. They have different last names. Relations?" Rachael asked.

I knew better than to lie. "My sisters." I answered. "We aren't that close. They are 12 and 13 years older than me. I was still a little kid when they graduated college."

"Good to know." she answered. I suspected she already knew most of that as she'd been around when Kathy and I had discussed my family a few times in the past. And both had met my mother.

Rachael was sitting on her porch as I drove past and into my garage. I had less than five minutes until my deadline to report. My cell rang. "Naked means naked." Rachael said when I answered. "No earrings, wristwatch or so much as a hair clip. I'll send you back if you show up wearing anything."

I was not about to test her. I tossed my purse onto my kitchen table and broke records removing my clothes. I tossed my work clothes over the back of a chair and dropped my panties and bra on the floor. I pulled off my earrings and dropped them into the center of the table along with my watch and my rings. I was in such a hurry the adrenaline overpowered my humiliation. That lasted until I stepped onto my front porch where I froze.

Our yards were huge. The expanse between my house and Kathy's seemed as large as a football field. I was totally nude and it was broad daylight. I knew I had no choice. Well I did, I told myself, but could I live with the consequences?

Rachael had more than hinted she would share that damning video file with Sarah and my sisters as well as a few others. I might endure the shame of being outed to some of my contacts. But my coworkers and family knowing my circumstances was a different matter. Once my sisters became aware of my situation, my parents would soon after. My sisters might even let their own kids, who were almost grown and about to enter or were already attending college, know what a mess their aunt had made of her life. I did not want to be either an object lesson nor a target of ridicule.

Last Christmas, my nineteen year old niece had bluntly asked if I was a lesbian or if there was another reason I still did not have any kids. She asked about my relationships and why they never heard about a boyfriend. I knew I had to have been the subject of family discussions and she just decided to satisfy her curiosity. She was obviously parroting the family's impressions. I told her I'd just never found the right guy. Half way believing me, she said she would be alright with 'my being a lesbian'. I took that as an indication of the family's conclusion.

I knew my being a submissive slut, allowing myself to be spanked and demeaned on video, would not be as well received. My sexuality was one thing but my submitting and giving up my autonomy was quite another. I found that just as reprehensible as they would. I had to do whatever was necessary to hide it.

At first I thought I could be brazen, step off my porch and walk across the yards like I was strolling down a city street fully clothed. That lasted maybe three steps. My left hand shot to cover my pussy while my right forearm concealed my tits. I froze in place.

I could see Rachael sitting on her porch. She did not move. I knew full well she was watching my every movement and imagined her grinning with amusement. My pussy spasmed and I knew it was lubricating profusely. I was certainly not aroused per se, but anybody seeing my nipples stand tall and discovering the sudden physical response between my legs would argue otherwise.

I dropped my hands to my sides and walked on. When I got closer, I could see Rachael was recording my naked trek. "Please stop recording." I begged pitifully when I got near.

She shook her head and gave a one word order. "Spread!" Trying not to cry, I complied. I had no choice. All I could do now was rely on her mercy to not reveal me publicly. I stood for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds as she panned the camera up and down my body, before she said. "Good girl! I love to see my girl obedient." She turned off the camera and stood.

"I want to point out that it was less than twenty four hours ago that I knocked on your door and confronted you about ghosting me. I told you my intention of taking you over and here you are, standing in front of me naked as the day you were born and ready to obey."

Her words cut me. This time yesterday I was jilling my clit with wild abandon, for some reason totally aroused reliving my humiliation at her hands. But at least then I was a free person. Today, I was what? I shuddered.

"You won." I groused. "You know it and so do I. Today, Kathy pointed out I'd essentially given up last night. Why do you need to make more recordings?"

"I'm just documenting a selfish, hard headed, stuckup bitch's transition to being a compliant little girl." Rachael answered smugly. "Maybe I'll stop when she progresses through a late in life adolescence and finally matures into adulthood."

I sucked in my breath. I knew any retort would get me into even more trouble. Standing naked before a fully clothed teenager takes the wind out of your sails ego-wise. "May I get dressed now?" I asked. "Last night you promised me my tshirt and shorts if I walked across the front yard nude."

"That was before you lied to me." Rachael replied. "I think we will get dinner preparations underway before we address that. Perhaps after that I'll let you cover up." I began to protest I did not lie. "You think about it while you slice onions, green peppers, and mushrooms."

I wondered what I might have said to either her or Kathy that could be construed as a falsehood. I'd barely said a few sentences to Rachael today. Everything I'd discussed with Kathy had been heartfelt honesty, not that it had mattered in the least to her. I was standing here nude and shivering with anxiety as proof of that.

While I cut the vegetables, Rachael put six chicken breasts in a baking dish and mixed a cream soup with sour cream and spices. As I finished each vegetable, she layered it over the chicken and then ladled her sauce mixture over the top. She covered the dish and put it into the oven to bake.

"Now do you have a confession to make?" Rachael asked me. I was at a loss. "Let me give you a hint. Why were you almost late getting home?" I told her I was caught in traffic. "That may be partly true. Traffic is normally heavy at this time of day, but you did not leave work on time did you? And you only had a couple minutes of delay in traffic."

"I tracked your phone to see if you left when you claimed and then across town. You did not leave your work until 4:43 and except for a couple short delays, you made very good time. Now what happened?" I confessed I was slightly late leaving the office and forgot my phone inside. I had to go back to get it. "So why not tell me that in the first place?" I told her I was nervous. "So a lie is easier than the truth. Well, I have an answer for that."

"Oh, by the way. You are probably wondering about my tracking you. Remember how you kept losing your phone and Mom recommended that find your phone app? Well, consider that your new electronic leash. If you go somewhere unauthorized, I will know. And I may call and spot check you so don't think of leaving your phone behind and sneaking off. "

"A half truth is as bad as a full lie. It is a lie by omission. Think about this the next time you try to get over on me." Rachael said. I thought she was referring to the fib when she picked up her hairbrush from a side table.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Please don't!" I begged. "It was such a small thing. I don't deserve a spanking!" The thought of standing my ground and refusing to be spanked never entered my mind.

Rachael stood looking me in the eye for a few seconds. "This is one of those childish antics that piss me off. And you deserve a spanking any time I say you do. Agreed?" She asked, still staring me down.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish. I stood trembling, knowing I had to answer. Once again, I knew I had little choice but capitulate. I stood there stark naked in front of a fully clothed teenager, about to give up the last vestige of whatever dignity I might have left by agreeing she had the right to spank me whenever she decided. My mouth was dry. My eyes were not. I nodded.

"Use words. I want to hear you say it in a full sentence," she said in a quiet, but firm tone. "And you know how to address me."

"Yes, Ma'am. I deserve a spanking any time you say I do." I said, quietly. I hoped she would be lenient if I groveled. "You are the sole judge. My opinion no longer matters." My voice broke at the end and I burst into tears.

"Very nice apology. By going the extra mile there, you avoided my adding five more strokes to the basic spanking, to EACH CHEEK." Rachael said. "And for your information, I've been thinking about spankings. I figure if I am going to go through the effort of setting up the camera, I might as well make it worthwhile. So a minimum spanking will be thirty strokes total. And I will add extras for begging or getting out of position." She smiled at my obvious distress. "Oh, I do not expect you to be happy about it. I simply expect you to comply."

She turned and lead the way to her bedroom. I watched as she attached her camera to her computer and set the stage."Stand at the end of the bed facing the camera. I want your hands behind your back, legs wide apart. Wider than you were outside. When I nod you will address the camera, state the date and explain in a clear voice you are about to receive a spanking for lying. You will give a quick explanation of your lie. Make it good. If I have to coach you, I will, but only once. The second time will cost you a penalty. How much you suffer will be up to you."

I was going to suffer either way. My dignity was going to be stomped into the ground even more. Either I gave it up or it would be taken and if the latter, my physical suffering would be compounded. I took a breath, stared at the camera and stated the date. "I am about to have my bare bottom spanked for telling Rachael a lie. I had a limited amount of time to get home from work, but found myself falling behind schedule. In my haste, I left my cell phone in my office and had to go back to get it adding to my tardiness. Instead of confessing the whole truth, I claimed to be stuck in traffic. My butt will pay for my omission."

Rachael sat down on the bed and ordered me to assume the same position she had used last time. I moaned when she hooked her ankles over mine and began to pull my legs apart. "Do I have to be spread open?" I moaned, fully aware of the sight the camera was capturing.

"Ahh, the girl is worried about having her privates exposed." Rachael mugged for the camera. "She'll completely forget about her modesty in a minute. She no longer has anything to hide. Not from me anyway."

Without warning, her hairbrush came down on my right buttock. I screamed at the sudden burst of fire as my butt seemingly exploded. She alternated between my cheeks, working her way down and over my thighs. I could do nothing but wail and cry in my distress. I was not aware until later when Rachael had me view the video that I babbled promises to be a good girl and never lie to her again.

Rachael's facial expression was one of complete concentration as she pummeled my bottom. I did not need to see her obvious effort to know these strikes were far more forceful than the ones I had endured the previous Thursday.

At the end, she had me sit beside her on the bed and lift one leg over her lap. She ran her fingertips up and down my leg and over my labia and perineum. "Why do I feel stubble?" she demanded. " Your pussy is smooth except for the trimmed vee on top, but your legs are terrible. Let's see your pits." Of course they were stubbled as well. She demanded an explanation.

I explained I waxed between my legs because the slightest stubble there irritated. I normally shaved the rest but had been a little distracted since last week. "Well, I will not tolerate the least bit of stubble anywhere. As far as I am concerned you don't need any hair below the neck. I'd take it all and make you look the little girl you are, but I doubt that will bother you too much. Lots of girls like to be smooth all over. I will give you fair warning that stubble will earn you a spanking as fast as a dirty bottom."

I hoped I did not react outwardly to that last statement. Checking me for stubble was one thing, but would she really check to see how well I wiped my ass?

I was finally allowed to dress in my tshirt and satin shorts. I could not believe how much better I felt with even that scanty cover. Kathy was amused by the view when she got home a little after seven. "I see the girl presented herself like you ordered. I wondered if she would try something to avoid you. Did she make a big statement proclaiming her surrender to your authority?" Rachael told her I just walked across the front yard naked. "Okay we'll need to address that. I have a couple suggestions but we'll get to that later."

"But first. These shorts are not designed to be worn so low on the hips. They are supposed to be pulled up tight into the crotch almost showing a little camel toe. Let's fix that." She grabbed the waist band and pulled them to my waist snugging it against my crotch. I knew my lower butt cheeks were now exposed more than ever. "Oh, I see, her bottom is red. I guess she misbehaved and you had to give her a little correction." She ran a finger along the inflamed flesh. I winced but did not respond otherwise.

Rachael explained about about my 'telling lies' hoping to avoid trouble and in turn getting into a worse situation. "I imagine you are gonna have your hands full with this one." Kathy said. "I hope you are ready for an uphill battle. You might have to think about some alternate punishments to simple spankings. Your arm is gonna get quite a workout, I'm afraid."

I noticed during all this Kathy had directed her speech towards Rachael even as her eyes were on me. I was merely the subject, her daughter's new pet.

Once we sat down to eat, I became a person again. I was like a guest at their table. Rachael served me a chicken breast and passed me the rice. She served Kathy and as she fixed her own plate she said, "I am going to put a half breast and rice in a microwavable container for your and Mom's lunches tomorrow. I prefer a salad or fruit and have no place to warm up a meal anyway."

Before I could say I didn't need the food she continued, "We'll cut up the other two breasts and put it away with the rest of the sauce. It will be a side dish later in the week. Now that you are going to eat with us, you will eat like us. Your food bill will drop when you stop all that eating out." A glance at Kathy confirmed this was a foregone conclusion.

"Have you ironed out how you are going to work your menus and do the cooking?" Kathy asked Rachael. "I hate dropping it on you but I'll be too busy to be much help."

"Not a problem. I'll put Naomi to work. I'll keep track of how much I spend and bill her later for her share." Rachael stated. Once again, I noticed my cooperative participation was considered a foregone conclusion.

"Naomi came to my office and we had a short talk today." Kathy stated. I held my breath. Rachael smiled and asked if there was any new revelations. "Not really. Of course, her primary concern is your relative ages and how humiliating that makes your taking charge." Rachael shrugged. "She barely mentioned your blistering her bottom, but did say you took advantage and went way too far with the other stuff."

Rachael grinned. "Yeah, that was fun." She looked at me. "Better just accept it. You are going to get that and more on a regular basis. Humiliation is a great tool to get your attention. You will probably get used to being nude before too long so I'll have to push your buttons in other ways."

I stared at her briefly and then looked at Kathy. Kathy acted like she considered this was just part of the plan. Rachael continued, "Since the subject of nudity came up, I'll tell you now. Since I had to spank you this evening, you will go home tonight naked again and when you come over after work tomorrow. Those clothes you are wearing will be your punishment uniform. You will wear them the day after any spanking."

"They need to be washed. Carry them home and put them into your washing machine tonight. If you don't want to wait up for them, put them in the dryer before work in the morning. If you forget, you will wear them damp tomorrow. I expect you to carry them over neatly folded when you make your naked trek across the lawn." Rachael explained.

"Please, Kathy!" I pleaded for her intervention. "It will be just a matter of time before the neighbors see me. The 'losing a bet' explanation is not going to work but once."

"It's not up to me." Kathy offered. "This is Rachael's program." She turned to Rachael. "But that brings up a few ideas for your overall approach. I'm curious what you've come up with."

"When we talked earlier, I told you about how Naomi and I discussed the military breaking down and then building up trainees. I wondered if you thought about how far you want to break her. Or rather where you are going to start her." I was bewildered but when I opened my mouth to comment, Kathy held up her hand and proceeded to address Rachael.

"You could take her all the way back to the baby stage. You know, make her wear diapers full time and use them, even under her clothes at work. You bathing her at night, and all that. Then, after a few weeks, graduate her to little girl panties and let her start using the potty." Somehow Kathy maintained a very serious expression as she explained this ridiculous proposition.

"Diapers!!??" I exclaimed, "Isn't that going too far?"

"Not at all. Not if Rachael decides to start there." Kathy said. "Now little girls should be seen and not heard until addressed, so let's see you. Your choice, lose the bottoms or the top." My bottom half was concealed by the table where we sat, so I slid off the shorts and sat my bare butt on the seat.

Rachael wrinkled her nose at the idea of having to clean me and change my diaper a couple times a day. "Oh yes, that would be a lot of work," Kathy said. "You could eliminate some of the mess by administering a set of enemas every night before bathing her though. And it's not like disrupting her whole bowel pattern would be a problem. It would fit in with potty training if you went that route."

Kathy grinned at me. "I told you earlier today, I could be much more inventive and kinky with my treatments than Rachael." I shuddered. Turning back to Rachael she continued, "Just cleaning her wet bottom will be a lot of work. And those pubes would absorb urine and add to the smell. I'd advise removing them, probably by waxing. It's not like she needs them. I don't know about you but I like my girls smooth."