Fortunately my mom wasn't really what you'd call a "follow-through" person.

Take for instance all the diets she tried out from time to time. She had a whole cupboard full of different powders, tablets, energybars and such leftovers from all of those diets.

She allways started out with vigor and enthusiasm, because THIS time everything should be better, and THIS time she would turn her life around and become a better, fitter person! And then, usually within the week was over, she would be right bak in her old habits, with lots of sweets and cookies and no training.

And so it was with this grounded-business too. The first two days she drove me to and from school, and saw to that I immediately changed into my jammies the moment we got home. The third day she called me from work an said i should walk home because she didnt have time, and thats the last time she drove me to school. And today, a thursday, she didnt even lock up my clothes after school, or even bother to tell me to change into my jammies. I just stayed in my normal clothes while we ate a quick dinner and then she hasted of to her weekly bridgeclub.

Well, thats it then, I thought to myself. Almost three full days of grounding. Not quite as bad as I have been told sunday. What to do now?

As I rounded the last corner, headed down to the store to see if the latest GTA-version had come in yet, it all came down...

"-Hi there Steve! What are you doing here?"

I didnt have to turn around to recognise whose voice that was. But I did anyway. Standing there in the autumn sun in her pretty little green flowery dress she was just as beutiful as anything I`d ever seen.

"-Oh hi Mira! Just heading to the shop."

I tried to say it in sort of a casual, nonchalant manner. Just a 19 year old man walking a trip to the shop on a beautiful sunny thursday afternoon. Whats strange, or wrong with that?

I knew I could not convince her. I couldnt even convince myself. The slight trembling in my voice was more than proof of that.

We both knew very well it wasnt true. I wasnt a 19 year old man just walking to the shop. I was a 19 year old boy. A juvenile kid that was supposed to be grounded, and now had broken the rules by sneaking outside.

"-Where`s your mother? Why isnt she doing the shopping?"

"-It`s her bridgenight tonight."

"-Oh. So that means its ok for you to walk outside then?"

"-Thats not what we agreed on sunday, now is it?"

"-eeh...noo...?"

Once again I found myself staring at Mira`s shoes. Those white low loafers where at least a lot prettier then the black uniform shoes she was wearing on sunday.

"-Well, we had better get you back home then! - Again!"

She said as she held out her hand, which I automatically grabbed.

How the hell does she do that? As we where walking back towards my house, her allways one step ahead of me, holding my hand and guiding me to follow her, just like you would with a little child thats been disobedient, I kept wondering this.

How the hell does she make me feel like a little toddler just with the snap of her finger? And makes me accept being treated like one?

When we came home the house was still empty. Mira, still holding my hand quite firmly, guided me into the kitchen before she let go off me, turned to face me and said in a very calm, but "matter-of-fact" kinda tone

"-We two need to have a serious talk!"

"-Ok?"

"-Look. I know you dont like the Whooshy-Hill Act. You think its a stupid and unfair law, right?"

"-Yes!"

"-Well, it IS still the law! And the law MUST be obeyed! And if you brake the law you MUST be punished!"

"-Besides, you made me a promisse sunday, and I do NOT like people who cant keep their words! I`m sure you too can see that, right?"

Of course I wanted to argue. To tell her how mind-numbingly stupid, unfair, and downright braindead the whole thing was!

I mean, just look at our situation right there; Two former classmates and neighbours through ten years. Two equals thats only separated by less than half a year in age.

But because of a stupid arbitrary law, with a stupid arbitrary date in it, SHE is considered a grown responsible women, who can do whatever she wants, while I am nothing more than a small irresponsible child that has to be corrected by her!

How sane is that...??!!

But I couldnt. I just couldnt make myself say anything meaningful. Once again all I could manage was to stutter a lowly

"-Y..yees."

"-So we agree then? Good!"

"-Now, as I see it there is two ways we can deal with this situation; Either we wait here until your mother comes home from bridge, and then me and her can figure out what to do with you. Maybe we`ll revoke your allowance, or maybe just take away ALL your clothes and let you be naked at home for the rest of the month. I`m sure we can figure something out...!"

"-...or"

Her voice again changed as she tok a step towards on the kitchen floor.

"-You and I could maybe work something out together..."

Her breathing was becoming heavy as she was pressing her breasts against my chest and her hands started working on opening my beltbuckle

"-Something that would only be between us..."

The way she was pressing her body against mine an swaying slowly from side to side we where practically dancing on the spot as she pulled my belt out of my pants.

"-Something the rest of the world could never know about...!"

This turn of events did off course have a profound effect on my "lower regions", and things where practically jumping down in my crotch as i answered her.

"-Yes Mira, lets do that, lets do that!"

"-Good!"

Her voice again changed drastically as she backed a step away from me, still with my leather belt in her hand. She was back to being miss "all-business-and-no-horsing-around!".

"-Drop your pants, turn around, and bend over!"

"-W..wh...what??"

I was flabbergasted, to say the least!

"look BOY! I dont think you know hor serious this is! But I WILL make you understand that you cant keep running around braking the rules! One way or another!"

"-And now, drop your pants, turn around, and BEND OVER THAT KITCHEN COUNTER!!"

I`m not even going to try to explain the wealth of emotions that this absurd turn of events had awoken in me. But once again I didnt really feel like I had any choise but to follow her lead and do as I was told.

Lets just say I had an "outside-my-own-body"-experiance as I slowly unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to my ankles along with my undies, and stood there in front of Mira naked from my waist down, thus exposing my "erect predicament" down there.

She smiled a little bit as she glanced at the thing waiving into the air from my crotch, but then said in her most nonchalant voice

"-Dont worry about it. - That too shall pass...!"

"-Now turn around and grab the counter!"

The sound of the first smack actually surprised me. It sounded like someone had cracked a bullwhip, or maybe even like a gunshot.

And then came the pain...! It felt like she had ripped the flesh right off my buttocks with that one hit! But I didnt have time to think about it because then followed the next smack, and the next, and the next, and the next....

Each stroke more painful than the previous. Every time that leather strap hit my ass it felt like it just exploded! Sending shards of pain all the way through my body, to the hair on my head and the nails on my toes!

Before she actually started the spanking I hadnt even contemplated the possibility of "What if I start crying in front of her?" I hadnt cried since I was a kindergardener. At least not because of pain.

Off course I wouldnt start crying now!

Yeah...right...!

Even before she reached the twentieth stroke the tears where just gushing down my cheeks, miksing with the snot from my nose.

She however didnt seem to be afaced by this at all, but kept right on smacking my now glowing red bottoms until I was practically screaming my pleads to her!

"-PLEASE STOP MIRA!"

"-PLEASE!"

"-I PROMISE I GOT IT KNOW! I WILL DO WHAT YOU SAY! I WILL OBEY YOU! I WILL OBEY MOM! I WILL OBEY THE RULES!"

"-I`LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY!"

"-PLEASE!"

And then it stopped.

By the time mom got home about an hour later I had showered and was in my pajamas. Mira had cooked supper, that was now ready and waiting for her.

"-Oh hello Mira! Didnt expect to see you here! How nice of you to visit!"

"-I told you I`d stop by and do a follow up on Steve, mrs O`Malley! We`ve made supper too"

"-Have you really? Oh, you are just a doll, Mira!"

"-And what a lovely dress you are wearing!"

"-Thank you very much, mrs O`Malley!"

When she curtsied like that Mira looked so innocent you wouldnt believe it was true!

As we sat down to eat mom asked

"-So, did anything happen while I was away then?"

"Oh, nothing much, mrs O`Malley. Young Steve and I just had a little chat about things, and I think you will find he has a newfound respect and humbleness for following the rules and obeying his superiors..."

"- Oh, but that would be really nice if thats true! Isnt it Steve?"

"-Yes mother!"

My humble bow came almost like a reflex...

That night I actually sobbed myself to sleep. Knowing full well that I would never, ever again be Mira`s equal.