Chapter 1 - wherein we learn of Jenny's problem and its proposed cure,
and Jenny is asked an embarrassing question.
Dear readers of "Discipline Quarterly". We are pleased to present
another letter from our "Strict Mom", wherein she relates a long tail of
exemplary discipline. There is in it much wonderful information and
advice for the "strict minded" parent. Enjoy!
Dear Professor,
Well, here I am again, with another story to relate that I hope your
readers will find both enjoyable and informative. I'm sure that you
will remember me as the "Strict" mom of Nancy and Timmy, and that you
will remember my two previous letters describing two different
"treatments" that my husband Dave, Timmy and I applied to Nancy. As a
follow up, I can happily report that Nancy has improved both her
behavior (as a result of her first session, involving an old-fashioned
encounter between Nancy's naked bottom and a number of well applied
birch rods) and her grades (as a result of her second session, involving
the wonderful "Seat of Learning" that Dave invented.)
It is true that Dave and I were very happy to see Nancy become a better
behaved, more studious girl. Yet I must confess something. Dave and I
had enjoyed disciplining Nancy to such a degree that we found ourselves
secretly wishing that she would again do something to merit a serious
training session. Through our experience with Nancy we learned that we
are natural disciplinarians. While we loved the beneficial results of
discipline, we loved even more the actual discipline itself. To us,
there was nothing like the joy of watching a young culprit's frightened
and humiliated looks as she (or he) is forced to disrobe. We love
nothing better than to take every measure to increase her (or his)
humiliation, embarrassment, and fear and we make sure to watch her (or
his) facial expressions closely to see evidence of the emotions she (or
he) is experiencing.
In addition to this is the wonderful sight of a bared young bottom, or
other sensitive area, served up for sacrifice; the wonderful sound of
the squeals, yells, and screams, as we carefully and lovingly inflict
pain of various types and intensities; the energetic struggles against
restraints as the culprit finds that the pain is simply too much to bear
(but which must be born, nevertheless); and the fascinating changes in
appearance of the "area of operations" as the birch, cane, or other
implement does its beneficial work.
In spite of our desires, we would never impose a punishment that wasn't
deserved or needed. Since Nancy was being a good girl; it would not be
right to invent reasons to punish her, tempting though that may be.
Dave and I were forced to resolve ourselves to wait for slippage in
behavior on the part of Nancy, or perhaps an outbreak of previously
unseen bad behavior from Timmy.
In addition to becoming a good girl, I noticed another change in Nancy.
She seemed to have become very interested in being on the OTHER side of
the discipline equation. A couple of times she asked me if she would be
allowed to participate in any punishments that Timmy might earn. Once
she remarked that she had heard of a friend of hers getting the cane,
and she expressed the wish that she had been allowed to witness it and
even to help administer it.
I welcomed this awakening in Nancy, since it made me feel that our
mother/daughter bond could be strengthened through a "shared interest".
I assured her that she would be allowed to be an active participant in
case Timmy ever required discipline, but I cautioned her not to get her
hopes up too high, since Timmy had as yet showed no signs of straying
down dangerous paths.
"Oh, mom, I wish there was somebody that we could punish!" she lamented
charmingly, and I felt bad that I couldn't help her satisfy her desires.
It was the very next day that my sister Beth called me on the phone.
"Hello, Beth! What's up?"
"Oh, Marge, something terrible!"
"What? Beth, tell me."
"It's Jenny."
"What? Is she hurt? What is it?"
"No, no, she's not hurt, and everyone is OK, physically, that is.
Marge, Jenny has been stealing things, apparently quite a lot of things,
and the way we found out was that she got caught shoplifting."
"That's incredible, Beth. Not Jenny." Not Jenny, indeed. Such a
well-behaved, well-mannered girl. It truly seemed impossible.
"Yes, Marge, our wonderful, good Jenny. The child psychologist says she
has kleptomania, and she's not sure what can be done about it, short of
long term therapy. But we can't wait a long time, Marge! Jenny needs
help right away, otherwise she'll get herself in real trouble and
disgrace the family. We searched her room and found quite a few
valuable items that had been missing from our house and from neighbors."
"Gosh, Beth, I don't know what to say." And I didn't. But a germ of an
idea was forming in my mind. But how could I suggest what I had in mind
to Beth - a mother who would never lay a finger on her darling children?
To my amazement, it was Beth that initiated the subject.
"Marge, I know that you were able to bring Nancy under control. I mean,
the improvement in her behavior and grades in the last six months has
been amazing. I know that you did something with her, maybe a bit
drastic, but it seems to have worked. Oh, Marge, do you think you might
be able to help Jenny?"
I smiled to myself as I said, "You know Beth, we just might be able to
help, but you have to agree to give me free rein."
Marge hesitated, "Well I don't...Oh, yes, Beth, certainly! Do whatever
it takes to help our Jenny!"
I was truly shocked to hear about Jenny's recent behavior. It was the
last thing anybody would expect. Jenny was 14 years old, about two
years younger than her cousin, my daughter Nancy. Nancy and Jenny had
been great friends up until they reached ages 13 and 11. At that time
Nancy was well into puberty and already pretty worldly - and trying her
best to increase her worldliness. Really, Nancy was a pretty normal
teenage girl for this day and age. In fact, as far as I new, she might
still have been a virgin, which would be somewhat unusual. She says she
is, but I'm quite sure she's gotten to at least third base on a regular
basis. At any rate she has quite a vocabulary of words sure to shock
parents.
Jenny, however, got religion. Where she got it from is a mystery. Her
mother, Beth, was never more religious than I was - we both more or less
accepted our Catholic faith without paying a lot of attention to it.
Jenny, around age ten, began to get very serious. She started going to
church every morning and putting up holy pictures in her room. As she
went through puberty it only seemed to intensify. She wore drab,
loose-fitting blouses and long skirts, attempting to hide her budding
young woman's body.
Now the other side of the picture was that her body was pretty hard to
hide. She had developed quite a large set of breasts and a bottom to go
with them, although she was not fat in the least. But instead of adding
to her happiness and sense of confidence, Jenny's body only seemed to
make her self-conscious. It made boys notice her, but she didn't appear
to want to be noticed by them. I had formed the idea that Jenny was
trying desperately to deny her own sexuality, that she perhaps had a
very normal or even above normal interest in sex and boys, but that it
scared her and also seemed wrong to her, based on her strong
religiosity. A very interesting case!
Who knows but that Jenny's kleptomania was a strange way of release for
her tempestuous inner feelings? Perhaps the method of treatment that we
would give her for her kleptomania might also have some benefit in
helping Jenny resolve her inner sexual conflicts?
When I related the phone call from Beth to my husband Dave, I found him
to be quite enthusiastic and excited. This wasn't much of a surprise to
me. I was very aware that Dave had been lusting after his young niece
ever since she started sprouting breasts, and I watched his interest
grow as THEY (as well as her hips) grew. And Dave wasn't alone. Timmy
seemed to have had a crush on his cousin for a couple of years. It
excited me to think of both of my men getting a chance to exercise their
"disciplinary" instincts on such a luscious morsel as young Jenny.
Of course Nancy's developing interest in the possibilities of discipline
was likely to be very stimulated and rewarded by Jenny's lessons. As
for myself, I have to admit that my instincts for applying corporal
punishment had definitely come out of my mental closet since we first
laid Nancy's bottom bare to the twigs. And any true disciplinarian
knows that there is nothing quite like a new, naive victim on whom to
operate.
Here is how my conversation with my husband went, once I had brought him
up to date on the contents of my phone conversation with Beth.
"Well, darling, do you think we might be able to help out my sister, and
enact a cure on her beautiful daughter?" I asked him.
Dave had acquired a faraway look in his eye. "Well, I think we might be
just the people to cure Jenny. And I...I think we might find it an
enjoyable task."
"I'm quite sure YOU would." I replied pointedly, "And, I must be honest,
I confess that I would be very curious to see how the little miss priss
might act under some of the same sort of treatment that we've dealt out
to Nancy."
Dave hesitated, "Do you mean to say that we would treat Jenny the same
way we treated Nancy? I doubt Beth would permit that." and Dave got a
somewhat mournful look on his face.
"Oh, don't you worry. She'll permit just about anything. She's
desperate. I already told her that she must give us free rein and she
readily agreed." I answered with a smile, "I'm afraid Jenny will have to
put up with about anything we feel is good for her."
This thought seemed to make Dave very happy. "Hmmm," he mused, "I would
think it might take a very great deal of 'treatment' to cure a
full-blown case of kleptomania. Certainly more than she could handle in
one session."
"I'm way ahead of you there, Dave. There's five weeks left of summer
vacation. Beth has agreed that Jenny will stay with us for two weeks
starting two weeks from today. That will give Jenny a week back home,
after her ˇ®treatment', before she has to return to school. Beth thought
Jenny might need the week to meditate and absorb the lessons we'll be
giving her. I have no doubt that there is some truth to that, but I
didn't mention to Beth that Jenny will also need a good week just to
recover physically from her experience. What do you think. Dave? Will
two weeks be enough time?"
"I should think so!" Dave responded enthusiastically. "We could give
her a few days free just to see if she steals anything. In which case
especially stern measures would be called for. We could give her her
punishments in three or four sessions with a day or two in between to
let her recover as well as to let her worry about what was next. Too
bad we have to wait two weeks, though!"
"Yes, but look at the bright side. In two weeks we can plan our
strategies and make any preparations that might be necessary. You'll
have time to exercise your diabolical inventiveness. Also, Dave, don't
you think it would be a good idea to include Timmy and Nancy in the fun,
uh, that is, effort?"
"Yeah!" Dave laughed, "It will be a great exercise in family
togetherness. I know for sure that Timmy would very much enjoy
tormenting, that is, helping, his lovely older cousin."
"As would you! Am I right?"
"Yes, I must admit, there have been a number of times that I've pictured
that voluptuous young body upended over the saw-horse and squirming
under the ministrations of various implements. Her body seems to be
quite a canvas on which to exercise our art." Dave answered, "But you,
my dear, how about you."
"Yes," I said dreamily, "I've had similar thoughts - I admit it too!"
"Hmmm." said Dave, "I'm beginning to think that Jenny is going to have
quite a memorable time with us. I wonder if she'll be able to stand up
to it?"
"Oh, I think so. She's a very strong young lady. She won't like it
very much but she'll be able to endure it quite well."
Dave and I let Nancy and Timmy in on our project the next morning at
breakfast. We thought it would be nice to give them some exciting news
to help them through their day at school.
Timmy spoke up right away, "Really, Mom? We're going to get to give it
to Jenny? Will we get to strip her? Completely naked? Oh, can I do
it? Will we birch her? Oh, boy, I can hardly wait! Oh, Mom, Dad...two
weeks is too long! Let's start today!"
Nancy had a dreamy look on her face as we all endured Timmy's boisterous
tirade. Then she said, "She'll be with us for a two whole weeks?"
"Yes, dear." I answered, "Do you think that's long enough?"
"Sure, but I wonder if her bottom will last for a two whole weeks of
what we might do to it..." Nancy continued.
Dave replied thoughtfully, "Well, of course Jenny has quite a large,
firm bottom, even larger than yours, Nancy (Nancy blushed). This
provides both a great deal of surface area for us to work on as well as
an ability to withstand a great deal of shock. I have a feeling it will
take us a while to really wear it out. Plus, we'll be using a variety
of implements which will abuse her bottom in different ways. But don't
worry, Nancy; we are certainly planning on making use of more areas of
Jenny's body than just her bottom. Variety is the spice of discipline
as well as of life."
I was curious as to what was going on in my daughter's mind. "Tell us,
Nancy dear, did you have a particular part of Jenny's body that you
would like to see disciplined?"
Nancy blushed and mumbled, "Oh, no...I...was just concerned for her
b-bottom, I guess..."
"Come on, Nancy, you can tell us!" I prompted.
Nancy blushed again. "I...I guess I'd like to p-punish her big
b-breasts - but I'm sure we couldn't do that, huh?"
I noticed both Dave's and Timmy's eyes gain an extra sparkle at this.
One had to admit that Jenny's boobs were a most noticeable and
impressive attribute. It was easy for me to understand the combination
of resentment and envy that led Nancy to focus on Jenny's breasts. I
shared the feeling. And I could imagine the male lust that fueled Dave
and Timmy's interest.
I said, "Why of course we can, Nancy. Not only can we, we will. How
about this - since you have a special interest in this area, why don't
we put you in charge of Jenny's bosom? Think about it and see if you
can devise some special treats for it that would make you happy and that
would help her learn a valuable lesson?"
Nancy seemed very pleased. "OK, Mom. I will, but with your and Daddy's
help, OK?"
"What about me?" cried Timmy.
"Hmm" I answered, "Timmy, why don't you think about how to punish any
OTHER part of Jenny that you like, and leave her breasts to Nancy, since
that's her special interest?"
"Oh, boy! OK, Mom! Man, oh, man, is she going to get it!" was Timmy's
exultant response. I had a suspicion as to which part of Jenny's body
Timmy might be especially interested in.
The next two weeks were full of activity, planning, and anticipation.
Dave spent a lot of time in his workshop. Timmy and Nancy both
consulted with Dave, and Nancy and I had some very enjoyable
mother-daughter conversations. Often the four of us would get together
and compare notes. As the time for Jenny's arrival got nearer our
excitement grew. Sex with Dave became simply wonderful as we discussed
and refined our plans before and during each session.
One evening Nancy was helping me wash the dishes. She said, "Mom, I'm
sure looking forward to punishing and disciplining Jenny."
"So am I, dear."
"One thing that makes me really excited, Mom, is thinking of Jenny
having to be naked in front of all of us, particularly Daddy and Timmy,
since they're male, and all. 'Cause, like, Jenny's so SHY and MODEST.
She hates to hear anyone even talk about body parts or sex and she's
always wearing those long skirts and high collars. She's going to be SO
embarrassed, isn't she, Mom?"
"I suspect she will be, dear. Does that make you glad?"
"Oh, yes, Mom! I can hardly wait to see Miss Goody Two-Shoes have to
show everything she's got to Daddy and Timmy - how scrumptious! And I
can't imagine how she'll bear it, she's so modest." Nancy said with a
big grin, "And then, on top of it all, to have her get the thrashing and
punishment she deserves - gosh, sometimes I think I must be dreaming!"
After a bit, Nancy continued, "Mom, what must Jenny be thinking now?
Does she know what's going to happen to her?"
"No, dear. We told her mom to tell her that she would be spending a
couple of weeks with us and that we would be helping her to get over her
kleptomania. Aunt Beth tells me that Jenny feels terrible about the
things she's done, and wants desperately to be able to stop. According
to Aunt Beth, your cousin is very nervous about her upcoming visit, but
mostly because she's ashamed that we know about the trouble she's gotten
herself into. So you can be sure, Nancy, that whatever occurs to Jenny
when she's here will come as a complete surprise to her. Isn't that
nice?"
"Cool, mom! I love surprises, especially when it's not me that's
getting surprised."
Dave kept me informed as to his and the children's confabs. Timmy and
Nancy didn't have trouble coming up with ideas for tormenting their
pretty cousin, but Dave had to work with them quite a lot to weed out
those ideas that were either way too severe or too impractical, and to
refine the others into workable schemes. I have to admit I was both
impressed and slightly horrified at the cruelty of my children's
imaginations. It helped for me to remember that this entire effort was
ultimately for Jenny's own good, even if we were going to enjoy it as
much as possible!
Beth dropped by one afternoon and had a cup of coffee with me in our
kitchen. She had learned a new detail or two about Jenny's exploits.
It seems that Jenny had on a few occasions stuffed the items she was
stealing down her blouse between her breasts or down the front or back
of her panties. The panties method worked because she wore loose
fitting skirts. As a matter of fact, when she was arrested the cops
found items of jewelry between her breasts, between the cheeks of her
bottom, and in the crotch of her panties. I took some pleasure in
imagining the scene of Jenny's strip search. It must have been
priceless! At any rate, Jenny had made use of her breasts and her other
private parts to help her in her crimes. I was very interested to hear
this, as you might imagine. After all, it started me thinking about
ways to make Jenny's punishments fit her crimes.
I also got Beth to assure me that Jenny would not be getting her period
during her time with us. Mothers have a way of knowing things like this
about their daughters, even shy, modest daughters like Jenny.
Beth blushed then and said, "Marge, I-I was wondering if I might be
allowed to watch some of what you do to, uh, that is, with Jenny. It
might help me to keep her in line after she comes home."
I was surprised and delighted! Maybe she shared the sadistic gene?
"Well, Beth, I think it would be best if you WEREN'T present during
Jenny's treatments. Sometimes a parent can get too tender hearted for
their child's own good. But, I tell you what, how would you like to
come over afterwards and watch some selected parts on video?"
Beth seemed quite happy with this offer.
Finally the day came for Jenny's arrival. It was Monday afternoon. Her
mother drove her over, and we all sat together in the living room.
Jenny sipped nervously at a Coke and mostly kept her eyes lowered.
Timmy and Nancy seemed to be beside themselves with excitement and had a
hard time holding down their fidgeting. Dave and I managed to maintain
an appearance of welcome, concern, and quiet authority.
Beth said, "Now, Jenny, you are to obey your Aunt Marge and Uncle Dave -
no matter what they tell you. I understand that they have some unusual
methods but they have clearly worked on your cousin (Nancy gave the
requisite blush)."
"Yes, Jenny" I said, "I don't know what your mother has told you, but
you are here for a very serious purpose. What you have done is
extremely shameful and we must take whatever steps that are necessary to
see to it that you never do it again. Do you agree, Jenny, that what
you have done is very shameful? Jenny?"
"Uh, y-yes, ma'am." she mumbled in her Coke.
Jenny was even more subdued than normal, it seemed to me, and perhaps
even more drably and modestly dressed than normal, if that were
possible. Her long, lustrous black hair was done up in a tight bun, in
her typical style. She wore no makeup, no jewelry. She wore a loose,
dark brown sweater over a white shirt that was buttoned all the way up,
complemented by a long pleated brown skirt. It was hard to decide if
she looked more like a British schoolgirl or like a nun. A very CURVY
schoolgirl or nun.
Yet even so her beauty showed through. She couldn't hide her high
cheekbones, the full, pouty, bee-stung lips, her dark brown eyes with
their long lashes. And even her loose sweater couldn't help but hint at
its impressive contents. I felt a sense of exhilaration at the degree
to which this young, innocent beauty was coming under our power. Jenny
was truly ours to do with as we liked for two weeks.
Actually that wasn't completely true. Whatever we did with the dear
girl, it had to be effective. We really needed to cure her of her
kleptomania in order to maintain our credibility. In fact, if we were
able to cure her other parents might turn to us with THEIR problem
daughters or sons, thus inadvertently supplying us fodder for our
new-found hobby. Our future indeed seemed to turn on how successful we
were with Jenny. This fact didn't bode well for Jenny.
Jenny's mother was carrying a small cardboard box. She rested it on her
lap.
"As you requested, Marge, I've brought almost all of the things that
Jenny has stolen. Instead of returning them, we paid the stores or
asked offended families for the loan of their stolen goods for a short
time. We have been able to retain almost everything. I hope they
help."
Jenny moaned softly with embarrassment, keeping her eyes down.
"Well," I said, "let's have a look."
Beth took all of the items out of the box and set them on our coffee
table. There were mostly items of jewelry, such as earrings and
bracelets and necklaces. There was a very cute jewel encrusted little
wind-up alarm clock. Another thing stood out. Not everyone would
perhaps know what it was, but I recognized it instantly as a small
vibrator, designed for clitoral stimulation.
I picked it up. "Do you know what this is, Jenny?"
Jenny went pale. "No, ma'am, I don't."
"Then why did you take it? It seems so different from the other things
you found attractive."
"I - I was curious. I - I found it in Mrs. Greenberg's jewelry case, so
I thought I'd see what it was."
"But you haven't figured it out yet?" I continued pressing.
"No, ma'am." Jenny replied, but her blush made me wonder just what she
did know.
I turned to Beth. "Well, Beth, I think that we have all we need. You
can be sure that Jenny is in good hands, and that she will be a
different girl when you get her back."
Beth thanked us, cautioned Jenny to obey us in everything, said goodbye,
and left.
"Jenny," I began, "you have behaved abominably, inexcusably. Do you
agree?"
Jenny began to cry.
"I asked you a question, young lady."
"Ohh, yes, ma'am. I've been very bad!" she managed to blurt out between
sobs.
"Well, never fear, my girl, you are here to be cured. But you are also
here to be punished. In fact your punishment and cure are almost the
same thing, except that in addition to being punished you are going to
be taught self-discipline. Self-discipline means the ability to NOT do
some things that you very much want to do as well as to DO some things
that you very much don't want to do. You will be given many situations
in the next few days in which you will be required to use
self-discipline. Whenever your self-discipline fails, your punishments
will increase. Do you understand?"
Jenny seemed confused. "P-punishment? I-I, that is, m-mom told me you
were going to help me get rid of my k-k-klepto...my stealing problem.
B-but p-punish--ment? W-what kind of punishment?" she pouted.
"You will find out soon enough, young lady. Now stop asking impertinent
questions. I will tell you that your punishment won't begin until this
Wednesday, so you'll have a few days to meditate on your behavior.
However, your DISCIPLINE training starts right now. You will instantly
do anything you are told by myself or your Uncle Dave. You don't have
to obey Nancy or Timmy at the moment, until we tell you different. Now,
I have a question for you, and I expect you to answer it honestly."
"Y-yes, ma'am?"
"Do you masturbate?"
Jenny almost fell off her chair. I can't imagine her being more
shocked. "W-what?"
"You heard me, Jenny. You DO know what that word means, don't you?"
"Y-yes, b-but I-I c-can't..." Jenny was clearly dumfounded. I noticed
mischievous grins on Dave's, Nancy's and Timmy's faces.
"Can't tell us? So you DO masturbate?"
"No! N-no, I don't. It's a sin! Ohhhh!" Jenny was mortified. Her
face was bright red.
"Are you sure, Jenny? You never play with yourself down between your
legs?"
"Ohhh, Aunt Marge!"
"Yes or no, Jenny."
"No! I never do that! Never! I'm a good girl!" she sobbed.
