Carla and Diane Part 2

Carla walked towards Diane's house with a great deal of trepidation. She had really messed up this week. She had missed a deadline at the office which had caused her boss a great deal of embarrassment and nearly ended up with her getting the sack. The only thing that had saved her had been her extensive knowledge of the current project that was needed if the whole thing was to come together on time. She had been lucky and she knew it. Anyone could miss a deadline but this wasn't the first time she had messed up at work this past year and it wasn't the first time that the cause had been Carla staying out with her friends until the early hours and drinking too much. She knew she was behaving childishly but since a couple of her friends had become single again they had taken to living the life of young students instead of the 30-something professional women they really were.

It was 2 months since Carla had first visited Diane's home, a place that was fast becoming her second home. She had a spare room which Carla often used one night in the week when she would eat supper with Diane and then spend the evening talking, or watching TV or listening to music. On occasion she would also be disciplined and end up in bed with a very sore behind and a much improved attitude! She loved and respected Diane but she was a little fearful of her too. She hated being lectured and punished, and even more than that, hated letting Diane down. She did want to be good and want her to be proud of her but, well, she was a Bottom and could be a bit of a brat too. Carla sighed as she rounded the corner into Diane's street. Maybe she just wouldn't tell her. She would never know. After all she hadn't actually been sacked, just got into a little strife. She knew she could make it up to her boss in the next few weeks as more work was due. She could even curb her going out for the next few weeks to make sure she was in good form for the office. That would work, right? Even as she thought it, Carla knew she couldn't and wouldn't lie to Diane. She sure as hell wasn't looking forward to telling her the truth though!

Diane opened the door before Carla knocked. 'Hey there little one, I saw you walking down the street from out of the upstairs window. You look awfully serious. What is going on with you?' Diane said as she hugged her charge. Carla entered the welcoming hall. The smell of something savoury cooking came from the kitchen but Carla did not feel hungry, she just felt nervous. Diane was going to tan her hide and she feared there was no getting out of it. Hanging her coat in the hall closet, she followed Diane into the sitting room. It was a large, bright, airy room. It was decorated in a style Carla would dismissively have called chintzy and old fashioned at one time but it suited Diane's warm personality and Carla now found it homey. She threw herself into one of the overstuffed armchairs, settling into the soft cushions as if that would protect her.

Diane took a seat in the chair opposite and said, 'Well? Little one? I am waiting for an answer. What has you so worried?' Diane's question was firm but full of the warmth and compassion that Carla had come to know and yearn for. She squirmed a little in her seat. 'Nothing ma'am I am fine, really,' she murmured lowering her head and looking up at Diane meekly. Diane raised her eyebrows. 'Really? That is not how you appear to me young lady. You wouldn't be lying to me would you? That would be very unwise.' The stern look Diane directed her way made Carla sink even further into her seat. She wasn't going to get any room to manoeuvre here, the woman had her figured out before she had even got through the front door! 'No ma'am. I wouldn't lie to you. I am fine...it is just...' she hesitated. Diane's piercing gaze made her continue, 'I got myself into a little trouble at work but everything is OK now. I sorted it out and it won't happen again. So nothing for you to worry about,' she finished quickly. Diane took a deep breath 'I see,' she said quietly. 'You got into trouble at work,' she paused for a moment and then added, 'again?' Diane had already reprimanded Carla twice before for her attitude and performance at work. One of those reprimands had involved a fairly serious spanking which had left Carla promising that she would NEVER behave like that again. Diane had known at the time that it was unlikely such a promise would be kept but even so she was slightly surprised that it had been broken quite so soon.

'Tell me what happened.' Her tone left no room for argument. Carla tried to bury herself further into the chair but found she had reached its limit of squash-ability! 'I, erm, I missed a deadline for a report my manger needed for a presentation she was giving. It was kind of important so she was pretty pissed off.' Realising the language she had used, she quickly amended, 'Sorry ma'am! I mean she was angry about it.' Carla wanted the damn chair to swallow her. If it was a movie she could get it to open up and she could fall right through it and maybe land in Australia or New Zealand (she had heard the Tops there were pretty lenient). However, given the look on Diane's face she wasn't sure the other side of the world would be far enough to save her. 'Why did you miss the deadline? Or need I ask? Let me guess. Late nights. Getting into the office late and in no fit state to concentrate on your work? Am I right?' Carla looked shamefaced and nodded miserably. 'Yes ma'am. I suppose that about sums it up.' Diane stood up and began to pace in front of the fireplace. 'So this is the same behaviour I have already punished you for, twice?! I obviously was far too lenient with you if you have not leaned your lesson yet, miss.' She came to halt in front of Carla and looked down at her. Carla found she was unable to look at her. 'I am really, really sorry ma'am. You did punish me properly last time. I did learn my lesson. I meant to behave. I just....' at this point words failed Carla as she realised she had no excuse. She had behaved badly, childishly and she deserved whatever punishment she was about to receive but she didn't want it! She wanted to eat dinner and sit with Diane and talk and enjoy her company and relax. Instead she was not going to be Diane's little one. She was going to be treated like the naughty girl she had been.

'Well. I think I will have to make sure that I teach this lesson rather more thoroughly this evening, young lady. I am very disappointed in you. I can see that you cannot be trusted to take care of yourself and monitor your behaviour so that your social life does not interfere with your responsibilities. I am going to have to do that for you it seems.' Diane lectured, towering above Carla, hands on her hips and an angry expression that Carla had rarely glimpsed before. 'Get up from that chair and go into my bedroom. Bring me the hairbrush from the dressing table.' Diane instructed. Carla whimpered but did not move straight away. Diane raised her voice. 'Move NOW!' Carla jumped up and ran from the room and up the stairs to Diane's bedroom. She walked to the dressing table and picked up the large, heavy, mahogany, hair brush. She had only felt it on her bottom once before for a short spanking and it had hurt, the hard wood setting her behind on fire with only a few brief swats. She entered the living room nervously and found Diane sitting on the sofa. She had taken off her sweater and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. Carla feared that was not a good omen.

She handed Diane the brush. 'Take off your jeans and panties, please. Place them on the chair and then come and lay over my lap.' Carla stared at her. Diane had never told her to take them off before, pull them down yes but not remove them altogether. She was a little embarrassed. 'Carla, do not make me ask you again,' Diane warned quietly. Without further delay Carla pulled off the jeans and panties and placed them over the chair and then fully aware of her half naked state she walked over to where Diane sat. 'You won't be needing those for the rest of tonight little one and I can't abide the fuss of them being kicked off during a hard spanking.' Carla swallowed, this spanking already had a different tone than any she had received before. She had a feeling she was going to be very, very sorry, very soon. 'Now get yourself over my lap. You may as well get as comfortable as you can, you are going to be here for a while.' Diane took Carla by the arm and pulled her over her knee so that her upper body and legs were both supported by the long sofa, whilst her bottom was higher over Diane's lap. Until meeting Diane, Carla had never been spanked over anyone's knee. She had received the odd swat from her parents and even teacher at school but never had she been spanked properly. Now the position was becoming all too familiar and although it held a certain amount of fear for Carla there was also a comfort and relief associated with being submissive over Diane's lap.

Right now though, it was the fear of what was about to happen that was uppermost in Carla's mind. She felt Diane rest the heavy brush on her right bottom cheek. It felt cool and solid. She closed her eyes and waited for the first smack but it did not come immediately. Instead she heard Diane sigh. 'Little one, this is not the way I had hoped we would spend our time together tonight. I do not expect to have to punish you several times for the same issue. However, make no mistake I will punish you however often it takes in order for you to behave yourself and conduct your professional life in a way that is a credit to you. I will not waver. I will not be inconsistent and I will not tire of you. You are mine, I love you and I have expectations and standards of behaviour that you will maintain. Do you understand?' Clara felt the tears come to her eyes. She had let Diane down, again. She nodded. 'Yes ma'am. I understand and I am sorry I let you down. I am sorry I am a disappointment to you.' Diane shook her head. 'You have let me down and yourself down Carla but you are not a disappointment to me. You are a bottom, you are my bottom and you need correction and I intend to ensure you get it. Now.' With that Diane lifted the hair brush up to the level of her shoulder and brought it down with an almighty whack against Carla's pale bottom. Immediately a bright red circular type mark appeared on her cheek. Carla cried out in shock and pain. She did not remember it hurting that much! It was burning and that was only one! She was pretty sure she would receive more than that. Proving Carla correct, Diane delivered an equally hard smack to her other cheek and then began a rhythm of alternating cheeks and position, painting the whole of Carla's bottom an even red colour. Just when Carla felt that all of her bottom had been covered and there was nowhere left to hurt anew Diane turned her attention to the tops of her thighs. She smacked her on the tender sit spots where thigh meets cheeks. She smacked her upper thighs and she continued smacking her all the way down to her knees. Carla was bucking and squealing. She tried reaching back to cover her thighs with her hand but Diane was quick to intercept and took her hand and held it to her lower back. As the kicking and bucking became more frenzied, Diane stopped the spanking. Carla sobbed in relief thinking it was over. However, Diane had other plans. She readjusted Carla's position so that her legs were spread further apart. Hooking her own leg between both of Carla's  she effectively propped the legs open and yet had them pinned down to prevent Carla moving. Carla couldn't see exactly how she was being held down but she knew she couldn't move much at all. Diane said nothing but Carla felt her pick up the brush again. This time hard swats landed on the inside of her thighs, an area that she had never had spanked before and she found the pain unbearable. The skin was so sensitive here that every swat felt like hell fire and there were a lot of swats. Carla began to cry out 'Please Diane. Please stop. I will behave. I promise. Please don't spank me anymore!'  In between pleading with Diane, her sobs became louder. She was breathless with crying and pleading. Just as she thought she couldn't possibly take any more punishment on her thighs, Diane went back to work on her bottom. This time as the spanks fell, Diane spoke firmly. 'You will NEVER neglect your duties at work again. You will NEVER let yourself down like that again. You are better than that.' Carla's face was wet with tears. 'Yyyes ma'am! I will be good. Please!' Finally the spanks stopped. Carla could not believe how much she hurt. Her bottom felt like three times its normal size. The skin was hot and tight and so, so, sore! At that moment she felt that she would never be able to walk or sit again. Diane let her lie there for a few minute until her sobbing subsided. 'Right my little one. Stand up please.' Diane ordered. Slowly Carla got up. Wincing as every movement seemed to inflame her already scorched bottom. 'Now I want you to go and stand in the corner there with your hands on your head and do not move until I tell you you may. Understand?' Carla nodded and walked to the corner indicated. She faced the wall and tried not to break into a fresh set of tears. Whenever she had been spanked before, Diane had always hugged her. She had never banished her to a corner. It was obvious she couldn't stand looking at her.

Carla had never felt so miserable. She didn't care that her bare bottom was on display. All she could think of was how angry Diane was and how much her bottom hurt. After what seemed like hours but was more like 10 minutes, Diane called to her. 'Come over here little one.' Carla turned and walked to Diane with her head down. She was too ashamed to look her in the eye. However, Diane was not going to let her hide from her. 'Look at me young lady,' Diane said raising Carla's chin so that their eyes met. She saw the tears and remorse and embarrassment in her darling little one's face. She shook her head at her and said with compassion, ‘I didn't enjoy punishing you so hard, Carla. But you must know that if I have to spank you like that every evening until you learn to behave, then I will.' Carla nodded, sure that there wasn't another brat on earth who felt quite as sorry and sore as she did right now. 'Yes ma'am.' 'I have decided that this is not the end of your punishment. As I said to you earlier, I really do not think you can be trusted to take care of yourself and behave well at the moment. I feel it would be much better if I were able to keep a much closer eye on you. That is impossible with our current living arrangements. You are simply too far away for me to monitor you in any satisfactory way. So. I think it best if, for the time being, you move in here with me.' Carla felt her jaw drop in surprise. 'Move in here? With you?' she repeated. 'Do I have an echo?' Diane said, not without some amusement, about the expression on Carla's face. 'But...well...I mean...I have a flat...and I can't live here!' Carla exclaimed. 'Of course you can. It is a simple matter of organisation. You will continue to pay for your flat and you will live here rent free and we will see how we progress from there. You need discipline and you need to be taken care of and the only way that I can do that properly is for you to be here where I can keep an eye on you.' Carla's mind was in a whirl. Here she was stood half naked with a very red and punished bottom being told that her whole life was about to change. Did she want this? Diane with her all of the time? Knowing what she got up to and  more to the point when she didn't get up?! She looked at Diane and into her kind eyes. The woman had just given her a beating like she had never had in her life before and yet her eyes showed nothing but love and concern. Diane held out her arms and Carla was pulled close for a much needed hug. 'Don't worry little one. I am going to take care of you. I promise that things are going to get much better for you and missing deadlines will be something that happened in another lifetime!' Carla couldn't help but giggle at Diane's teasing tone. Diane sent her up to her bed to sleep. She had missed her supper but not surprisingly she wasn't hungry. She had a million things to think about and a decision to be made. As she crawled into bed on her stomach, careful to lay a single sheet over her throbbing bottom and legs, she suddenly felt very tired. I will decide tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that in reality the decision had already been made and that this was her first night in her new home.