I'm not her!

         “Jessica, turn around and assume the position like a good little girl and I might be convinced to go easy on you”, explained Mrs. Waterford as she advanced a step towards Jessica, who herself backed up a step to stay out of the stern woman’s reach.

         “What? What does “assume the position” mean? Stay away with that thing. I mean it!”, Jessica said, though tears were already welling up in her eyes. She felt tiny in this room full of ladies where even the one closest to her own age (Brittany) dwarfed her. If she could see herself, she would understand how they simply cannot grasp how she could be older than 12 at the very most right now, dressed as she is.

         All the women are clucking like hens about her bad manners and what a naughty child she is, even as Mrs. Waterford manages to deftly grab hold of Jessica’s upper arm and yanks her towards her, despite Jessica’s little leg trying to kick at Mrs. Waterford’s shins.

         As Mrs. Waterford sits down in an armless chair and forces Jessica over her knees, Brittany offers to help, grabbing hold of Jessica’s wrists so that she can gain no traction.

         Her little legs are kicking around frantically in the air before Mrs. Lakeside gets up and helps contain Jessica by grasping tightly on to her ankles.

         Jessica is screaming for help now, crying for Mrs. Bradley, and then finally begging to be let go as she is now held fast while Mrs. Waterford unclasps first the one and then the other shoulder strap on her adorable blue Muppets overalls shorts! Jessica next feels the woman’s hand grabbing the waistbands to both the shorts and her undies, and exposing her bottom to the entire room of snooty ladies and the college girl Brittany!

         “We’ll let you go after you get a taste of what happens to new little girls in the neighborhood who tell fibs and act out!”, barked Mrs. Waterford, even as she landed the first blow with the strap across Jessica’s soft pink bottom.

         “Aiieee!” cried Jessica, while all present actually laughed at her little girl voice and almost instant tears and sniveling. She felt Mrs. Waterford’s hand fondling her bottom, inspecting her handiwork, while Jessica managed to slip one arm free from Brittany long enough to try to reach back and soothe the sore spot with her hand. A second later, Brittany had a hold on both of Jessica’s arms again, and pulled her even further towards her, making her ass poke up even more over the lap of Mrs. Waterford, who commenced to rain three more quick strokes with the strap, almost sending Jessica right off her knees, were it not been for the hands holding her legs and arms.

         Jessica is bawling her eyes out now, begging for them to stop in between her sobbing and screams. Mrs. Waterford gains a firm grasp on Jessica’s slender waist and proceeds to expertly land another slow succession of blows across her burning bottom. Each time, Jessica cries out, but by the end of only ten strokes, she is a quivering, bawling mess.

         Mrs. Waterford says quietly, “I believe Jessy will be a good little girl for the rest of the day, now won’t you, dear?” as she signals Mrs. Lakeside and Brittany to let go of Jessica’s arms and legs. Immediately, Jessica crumples to the floor, resting on her hip to avoid touching the carpet with her now blistered rear. She is so distraught and humiliated in front of these adult women who are certain she is only a child that she still hasn’t even managed to gather her bunched up shorts and pull them back up!

         Mrs. Hascomb has been standing back during Jessica’s thrashing, admiring Mrs. Waterford’s work with the strap. However she’d rather her friend’s return to the usual gossip and rumors they engage in on Bridge Day and says: