JOSIE

BY YOCOPYCAT (Richard Byfleet)

I am posting as YoCopycat so as to keep my stories together, but this is the beginning of a new series that has nothing to do with 'Tied for Punishment'

The house was somewhat decayed, on a more than somewhat decayed estate, and the child opened the door herself. She gazed at me in astonishment, and I saw fear creep into her wide blue eyes as she looked up at me. She had obviously not expected this.

"Go away!" she said, not at all convincingly. "I've been punished already."

"I don't believe you," I said. "Anyway, I still want to talk to your parents."

She tried to shut the door on me, but of course she did not have the strength.

"Mum!" she shouted. "It's a man to see you!"

The woman who came down the stairs was washed out and gone to seed, dejected and defeated by life. She looked too old to have a daughter Josie's age, which I took to be around nine or ten. She turned out to be eight, going on for nine.

"If you come for the rent," the woman said despairingly. "I ain't got it."

"I came about your daughter," I said.

"What's the little brat done now?" she demanded, glaring at the child. "If she broke something again, I can't pay, no way."

"I gave her a note for her father."

"What! What note?" She turned on the child. "What note, Josie?"

"I - I - l-lost it."

"She's lying," I said grimly. "It said she needed to be punished, and she just told me on the doorstep that she had been punished already and tried to send me away."

"The little brat! So what's this all about, then?"

"It's a matter of theft," I said. "She was stealing food at the supermarket. I am a security guard. I said I would not report her to the police if she took a note to her father to punish her."

"A good belting, you mean?" she said. "Sure, better than the coppers, any day. She needs a belting anyway, the way she carries on. You should see her school reports! Dead idle and a little liar! She takes after her Dad, a right liar he was, but at least he kept her under control. She's not mine you know, his before we married, and what a bastard he turned out to be, and now I'm saddled with her for my sins."

"Well, when will her Father be home? I have to see that she is punished, or I must go to the police. Stealing is a very serious matter."

"Trouble is," said the woman, "he's dead, poor sod. Drunk hi'self to death a month or two back. Left me nothing but debts and his little brat. Seems I'm legally responsible for her, like if she steals and stuff, and she's nothing but trouble."

"Look's like it's the police, then," I said.

"Well couldn't you do it?" she asked. "If it's just a spanking - we don't want no police around here, do we Josie?"

Josie shook her head reluctantly, tears in those big blue eyes.

"Well -"

"CORNER!" the woman shouted. There was a hesitation. The child seemed shocked. "CORNER!" the woman shouted again, and this time it worked. Josie scampered to the corner, and, to my amazement, took off her panties and dropped them on the floor. Then she faced into the corner and raised her skirt to her waist with both hands, presenting us with a beautiful little bare bum.

The effect on me was instant. There was no concealing the bulge in my trousers. The woman said nothing, but I am sure she now correctly guessed the real reason for my visit. Maybe she was already starting to wonder how to turn it to her advantage. I had always intended to come, of course, hoping to see the child punished. That is why I got the address - I originally said I would post a letter, and I could see she was not scared of that, she was confident of getting to the post first.

"Corner, that's what I told her when her father was around," said the woman. "Made her wait in the corner till he was ready to punish her. Worked wonders, it did, but since he died she's run riot. I got enough on my hands without bothering with the likes of her."

"Such an attractive child," I said. "It's a shame to see her stealing and lying and disrespecting her mother." I walked over to the corner and glanced at the woman as I patted that cute little bottom, saw it flinch away from me. The woman just shrugged. Maybe the trace of a wink? Anyway, I continued to fondle that frightened little bottom.

"She might turn out OK if she was disciplined," I said breathlessly, returning to my chair.

"Long term, like?"

I licked my lips. "Sounds like that's what she needs."

"Problem is," the woman said, "I think it needs a man, don't you? She used to respect her dad when he beat her, but now she's just getting worse. I got nobody else to take her in hand and we can't stay here anyway if I don't pay the rent sharpish, like... so you'll punish her tonight? Then at least we can forget the police and be friends."

"OK, but how hard should I spank her?" I asked timidly.

"Oh, hard as you like," said the woman. "Make the little bitch cry. Her father was quite severe with her, so she'll be expecting it... my name's Pam, by the way."

"I am Jim," I said. I didn't want to go beyond that at this stage.

"Well Jim, get on with it then. Tell you what, you better take your trousers off, or you'll soil them. I'll fetch you a towel."

So five minutes later there I sat, Josie lying bottom up over a towel on my lap, head to my left. I held her struggling little body down with my left arm and slapped her real hard on the bare bum with the right hand, slap slap slap, until it was a nice rosy pink and she was sobbing uncontrollably. I continued until the wriggling and squirming on my penis became too much for me and I shot my load.

"Finished?" asked Pam

"Yes."

"Right," she said. "Go and get ready for bed, Josie, then you can come down and give Jim a thank you kiss... now, Jim, was that for lying or stealing?"

I had thought it was for everything. "Lying," I said, as I struggled into my trousers.

"So you will come back tomorrow and punish her for stealing, and then we can forget all talk of the cops?"

Again I nodded.

"Tell you what," she said. "Bring a bottle tomorrow and I'll cook us a meal."

Once more I nodded. I was overwhelmed by the way the situation was developing.

"Josie," she shouted, "hurry up, Jim's going."

And what a vision came creeping down the staircase. Josie ready for bed was something else! She wore nothing at all but a very short and very flimsy nightdress, and the kiss I received as I lifted her to my lips was extra delicious because it was so reluctantly given.