Carla and Diane Part 3

 You may notice a gap between the last entry and this. I seem to have lost part 3 of this story! If it turns up I will post it. Just to catch you up, Carla is now living with Diane fulltime and has left her job and returned to college.......


As Carla sat in the lecture hall awaiting the tutor, she looked around her at the other students. Mainly in their late teens and early twenties, there was an air of optimism about them, and laid back exteriors which betrayed only the merest hint of the anxiety they were all feeling about the upcoming exams. Carla had been at university for six months. After her long conversation with Diane about how unhappy she was, they had decided that she would come up with a plan for how she could change things. Carla had admitted her desire to get the education she had missed out on in her younger years. Diane had 'suggested' that she sell her flat and use the funds to get herself through university and make a career change while she was still young enough. Carla had argued but Diane's encouragement, which was aimed mainly at her bottom, had finally persuaded her it was a good idea. When she had told Diane she was afraid she would fail, that she would be a bad student, Diane had merely raised her eyebrows and said, 'Really little one, do you imagine I will allow you to be a bad student? I am sure I will be able to offer you suitable motivation.' They had smiled and hugged and the deal had been made.

Since then Carla had surprised herself. She had proved to be a diligent student, not yet requiring any motivation from Diane. She enjoyed her lectures and the work. For once she was doing something she was interested in, rather than the monotony of a 9-to-5 job she hated. Her worries about being the oldest student had also been unfounded. There were many more mature students at the university, some much older than she. Strangely though it was the younger crowd she enjoyed. Some had seen her as an 'adult' figure to turn to for advice and to share confidences. Others had enjoyed shocking her with tales of their antics in the dorm rooms. All had teased her about her hard-working approach to her studies but many had looked to her for help or to ask her to be their research or study partner. She had fit in well and she loved her new life.

A blonde-haired girl of 19 threw herself into the seat next to Carla's, rousing her from her musings. Carla looked at the girl and her somewhat dishevelled state. 'Jeez, do you have some aspirin or something? I didn't think I would make it here this morning. I feel like hell!’ Carla reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water and a packet of aspirin. Handing them to the girl she said, 'I suppose this is because you were up so late studying last night?' her eyebrows raised and a hint of irony in her voice. Gemma had the good grace to blush. 'It was 2 for 1 drinks in the student bar in town last night. I maybe got carried away. I haven’t actually been to bed yet,' she said as she swallowed two pills with a mouthful of water. Carla shook her head and gave Gemma a disapproving look. 'Are you ever going to get down to some studying? At this rate you are going to fail and get kicked out. You are getting worse as the exams get nearer! Do you want to end up getting a dead end job, Gemma? You could do so well if you just applied yourself.' 'Oh Carla, stop worrying. Really. You sound like my mother. Well, what I imagine my mother would sound like if she gave a shit!' she smiled. Rifling through her bag she said, 'Bugger, can I borrow a pen and paper? I left them at home.' Tutting and shaking her head, she gave Gemma the supplies she needed for the lecture, not for the first time and Carla knew probably not for the last. She was about to continue her scolding but the tutor entered the room and for the next hour they heard about the psychological theories of what motivates humans.

 After the lecture was over, Gemma and Carla followed their usual ritual of going to the campus coffee shop together. Once seated with their respective drinks, tea for Carla and a double espresso for Gemma, Carla fixed Gemma with a serious stare. 'You know I am worried about you, love. You are coming to class more and more often in this state. What is going on?' She put her hand on Gemma's gently patting it to encourage her to talk. 'I'm fine...' Gemma began but Carla interrupted quickly. 'And do not tell me you are fine. I know you well enough now to know that this is pretty extreme behaviour, even for you.' Gemma sighed and looked at Carla's hand over her own. She knew if she could talk to anyone it was to her. They had become close but unlikely friends from the first day of their course. Carla was warm and easy to talk to. She was fun to be with but there was a solid, dependable air about her that Gemma enjoyed being around. It made her feel...safe. 'I don't know, Carla. The house is getting more and more difficult to be in. All of my house mates have partners or serial partners and their antics are not quiet! They are coming and going at all hours of the night and then there are parties. I can hardly not go to parties in my own house!' 'Uh huh. Last night was not a party at your house though, was it? If you can’t cope with the noise have you tried talking to them? It is your home too. What about moving out?' Carla asked. 'I am short of money. The rent was paid upfront for the term. I can't afford to move out. And have you ever tried talking to three 20-year-old horny guys who are usually either pissed or stoned!' Gemma said. 'Stoned? You mean they are doing drugs in the house?' Carla asked, shocked. Gemma laughed at her friends expression. 'Really Carla, what century are you in? Of course they do drugs. It is really no big deal.' Carla shook her head. 'Wait a minute. Are you doing them too?' she asked, her tone hardening as she fixed Gemma with a glare. Gemma blushed. Suddenly aware that Carla was becoming quite angry. 'It is OK, Carls. Really I know what I am doing. I don't do it every night.' Carla was lost for words. She knew her young friend had been partying hard and was letting her work suffer but she had not thought that she was the type to be involved in drugs. She knew her attitude towards them was pretty hard-line but she had seen the damage it had done to some of her own friends when she was younger and there was no way she was going to sit and watch Gemma while she messed her life up. She cared for her far too much. 'I think we should continue this conversation somewhere more private,' Carla said decisively. 'I want you to come round to my house tonight for dinner. Bring your books with you and we can study afterwards. In fact why not bring your overnight stuff and stay. That way I will at least know you will get to lectures in one piece tomorrow.' Gemma was surprised, Carla had never invited her home before. She knew that she lodged with a woman, although she wasn't sure of the exact nature of their relationship. She knew that Carla had a deep affection for Diane and treated her almost as a mother. 'OK,' she said uncertainly, 'but there really is nothing to talk about. Everything is fine. A night of girly chat sounds cool though so I'll take you up on your offer.' 'Hmm. Perhaps you are right. Talking about it may not be the best way forward,' Carla said thoughtfully as she gathered her bags to go. 'I'll see you at 7:00 p.m. Try and be on time, Diane is not too keen on tardiness.' Before Gemma could respond, Carla got up from her chair and left the shop.

At 7:20 p.m. Gemma knocked on Diane and Carla's door. After a short moment Carla opened the door and invited Gemma in. 'Sorry I am a bit late. Got caught up with a phone call on the way out and missed the bus,' Gemma panted throwing her overnight bag to the floor and shrugging off her jacket. 'That's OK. I've never actually known you be on time for anything. Luckily Diane isn't joining us tonight so there is no rush to eat,' Carla said, leading the way into the living room. The air was fresh and everywhere looked clean and tidy, a stark contrast to the student dump in which Gemma lived. 'This is nice,' she said easing into one of the armchairs. Carla smiled at her young friend and sat in the chair opposite her. 'So where is Diane tonight then? I didn't scare her away did I?' Gemma enquired. Carla laughed. 'The idea of Diane being scared off is kind of funny! No. She had already arranged to see a friend tonight. Anyway it may be better if you and I have some privacy for our 'discussion,'' she said meaningfully. ''Wow. That sounds serious,' giggled Gemma. 'You going to spill all your secrets then? Should I have brought more wine?' Carla regarded her with a solemn expression. 'Gemma, I don't think you realise how serious I am here. I am worried about you. Your health and your studies. I know that you don't have anyone that looks out for you, that your parents are not involved in your life much. I feel as your friend I need to address things with you while there is time. Before you make mistakes that you regret.' Gemma's smile left her face and she looked at Carla with a slightly confused expression. 'OK, I know that you are worried about the drugs but really there isn't an issue. The studying...well, OK things have not been going well but I will get it together. I mean as long as I pass the exams I am fine.' 'It is not just that though, is it? When was the last time you actually ate properly? Or went a whole day without having a drink? Or got an essay in on time? I know that you are on academic probation, Gemma. I couldn't help noticing the letter on your desk the other day.' Gemma jerked her head in surprised indignation. 'You had no right snooping around my desk!' Carla held up her hands to stop further outbursts. 'Gemma! I was not snooping. You asked me to pass you a book and the letter was there in full view. I couldn't miss it. And don't change the subject -- you are in enough trouble, young lady.' Gemma quietened at the change in Carla's tone. Her friend had never 'young lady'd' her before. In fact she had rarely scolded her more than beyond the odd joke about her lateness. Their age difference had been mainly shown in their different taste in music. What was going on? Part of Gemma wanted to tell Carla to 'go to hell' but the other part was strangely fascinated by what was happening. 'Trouble?' Gemma asked tentatively. 'Yes trouble. I cannot in good conscience sit back and let you harm yourself anymore. You have so much potential and you need someone to take care of you. I am very fond of you, you know that?' Carla asked gently. Gemma nodded. 'Well, I know you have been a good friend. You are always helping me and listening to me. I am fond of you too,' she said, a little embarrassed. 'You remind me a little of myself before I came to live with Diane, and OK , maybe a little of how I can still be sometimes. I didn't have the most involved parents either. I ran a little wild and dropped out of school early. Which is why I am only just starting at University now. I wasted a lot of years. Then I met Diane and she has been taking care of me and motivating me and keeping me out of trouble since. I want to do the same for you.' 'She takes care of you. Like cooks and cleans and stuff?' Gemma asked. Smiling, Carla said, 'Well we share domestic chores, although yes, Diane does do most of the cooking I admit! I was thinking more along the lines of my emotional and mental health though. She takes care of my …..disciplinary needs.' She looked carefully at Gemma to see if the girl understood what she was saying. 'Disciplinary needs? What on earth do you mean? She gives you rules and stuff?' Gemma had not yet understood Carla's meaning, perhaps not surprisingly. 'Well yes. She gives me rules and some I set for myself. Diane deals with the consequences of me breaking the rules. She disciplines me. Sometimes …..physically.' Carla found that it wasn't the easiest thing to explain now that she was having to do it. In her head it had seemed more straightforward. She had forgotten that adults spanking adults was not the norm for most people even though it was the most natural thing in the world to her. Gemma spluttered. 'You mean she ssspanks you? You let her hit you? Oh my God. That is insane!' She stood up from her chair and walked to the window. Carla stayed seated and decided to ride the storm calmly. 'Yes she spanks me, sometimes. When I need it. When I deserve it. It helps. It makes life very simple in lots of ways. There are rules and there are consequences. Sometimes the consequence is a sore backside. Better that than failed courses, unemployment, alcohol problems or whatever the heck else I would have ended up doing to myself.' Gemma looked at her in disbelief. 'But you're a grown woman! She is treating you like a child. You cannot think that is right. Carla, it is crazy!' Carla smiled at her. 'Yes I am a grown woman and this is very much my choice. I live like this because it works for me. I have someone who cares about me. Who takes notice of me and is interested enough to help me make the best of myself and my life. Don't you want that, sweetheart?' Gemma suddenly felt very tearful. She sat back in her seat.

 'You are serious aren't you? You are happy like this? She really cares about you? You make her sound like your mum or something.' Laughing, Carla said, 'I suppose it is like getting another parent. I love her a lot. I feel safe and happy and I want you to feel that too. Instead of the rootless life you are leading at the moment. Tell me that you are happy as you are and I will stop talking and go and make dinner.' She leaned forward and looked into Gemma's eyes. This time the tears that had threatened began to run down Gemma's face. She shook her head. 'No, I can't tell you that. I am not happy. I feel alone and a little scared most of the time to tell you the truth. I hated my life at home. I was glad to get out but now I feel even more lost.' Carla went to Gemma and took her into her arms. She let the young woman sob, gently rocking her and stroking her hair. 'You are not on your own, sweetheart. I am here and I care about you, very much. I want you to let me help take care of you. Let's fix things together.' Gemma sniffled into Carla's shoulder. 'How? I mean how can we fix it? What can you do?' Looking down into Gemma's tear sodden face, Carla saw her friend without all the bravado and cheekiness that she usually wore like a mask. She saw a vulnerable little girl who needed her. Suddenly Carla felt sure and certain in a way that she had not before. She knew she could help Gemma and she wanted to more than anything she could remember in recent times. She would give to someone else what Diane had given to her.

'Well. Firstly we are going to discuss your past behaviour and then we are going to look at the future and what needs to change.' Gemma nodded still sniffing. 'OK, I guess. We already talked about it though.' Carla took hold of Gemma's shoulders and held her squarely, looking into her eyes. 'Young lady, I mean that we are going to have a long discussion with you over my knee getting the spanking you so richly deserve.' 'What?! No! Carla, you can't mean that! I am too old to be spanked!' Gemma protested as Carla took her by the upper arm and lead her towards her bedroom. As they went upstairs Gemma continued her protests but did not attempt to pull herself from Carla's grasp. Once in Carla's room, Carla pulled out a straight backed chair from the side of the room; one used by Diane on numerous occasions to put Carla over her knee. Sitting in the chair, Carla spoke sternly to Gemma who was standing red faced with slumped shoulders looking at her feet. 'Gemma. If you tell me you do not need and deserve this you can go back downstairs and get your bag and leave. I will see you at college tomorrow and we won't discuss this again. Do you want to leave?' Gemma stood for a long moment not saying anything. Then she looked up, crimson-faced. 'Carla it is soooo embarrassing!' 'Of course it is. It is meant to be and when your bare behind is over my knee no doubt you will feel even more so. I can also guarantee you that when it is over your behind will feel like it is on fire,' she said firmly, and then more gently, 'And you will feel better than you have for a long-time, I promise.' Gemma looked at her friend and saw nothing but affection. She nodded. 'I want to stay,' she said quietly. Nodding her approval, Carla took on the business-like tone Diane used when she was about to administer a spanking. 'Right, young lady. Get yourself over here, jeans and panties down and over my lap. Right now please.' She beckoned Gemma to her with a wave of her hand. Gemma hesitated only for a moment and then walked to Carla. She began fumbling with her belt and buttons, her nervousness making her clumsy. 'Come on, girl. Don't keep me waiting.' Carla was into her stride now. She found the words came naturally, being on the other side of the spanking did not feel all that strange, she was surprised to discover herself. Gemma quickly pulled down her jeans and panties and lay herself across Carla's lap a little awkwardly. Carla wasted no time in delivering the first smack to the very white bottom in front of her. 'Hmm, not as hard as it needs to be,' she mused to herself, lifting her arm higher and allowing the second smack to hit much harder than the first. 'Oww!' Gemma jerked a little. 'Better,' she thought but also noticed that her hand stung a lot from the impact. 'Maybe this isn't as easy as I thought,' she smiled to herself. Several smacks into the spanking Carla realised her hand wasn't quite up to the job but reluctant to let Gemma know that she continued on regardless of the stinging of her hand. 'Carla smiled to herself.'Ah well. Maybe the saying this hurts me more than you is true!'

'Why are you getting this spanking Gemma?' Carla knew how much she hated that question and rightly presumed her friend would feel the same way. 'Oh Carla. You know why. You told me!' Gemma unwisely replied. She was rewarded with several very hard smacks to the backs of her thighs. 'Answer my question young lady or we are going to be here all night long. Believe me I don't mind but I think you will get very tired of this before I do!' Although Carla's hand was definitely telling her that wasn't altogether true! Gemma soon got the idea that answering Carla's questions quickly and completely was the best way forward to save her poor bottom and legs from even worse punishment. Just when Gemma thought the heat in her bottom couldn't get much worse, Carla stopped spanking her. 'Thank God! That really hurt, Carla! Let me up!' Gemma squirmed, attempting to get off her knee. Carla quickly put her arm around Gemma's waist and pulled her back. 'Oh no, Missy. We are nowhere near done. That attitude of yours needs to change before I let you go anywhere.' Reaching over to her dresser she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush that Diane had so often used on her. Placing it against Gemma's already hot bottom, she raised it high and brought it down with an almighty whack on the centre of her right cheek. Gemma let out a howl and tried unsuccessfully to buck off Carla's lap. Carla began a rhythm of raising the brush and bringing it down on alternate cheeks. Then she began to change the pattern so Gemma didn't know where the brush would land next. She ensured she covered every part of her bottom and the area where bottom met thigh in particular. She wanted Gemma's first spanking to be memorable. For her part Gemma tried every combination of squealing and moaning and begging to be let up. She kicked her legs and received an admonishment to stay still with hard slaps to her thighs. She soon learned that this was not a part of her anatomy she wanted Carla to concentrate on so she did her best to stay still. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She was in a world of pain. All she could think about was her bottom. She was ready to promise to do anything for it to stop.

Carla found the hairbrush a much more user-friendly implement than her hand. She was able to concentrate much more on ensuring Gemma was punished rather than on her own discomfort. She also discovered that she was unmoved by Gemma's obvious distress. Having been in this position so many times herself she knew that the upset would be short lived. That Gemma would live and recover quickly and that a thorough spanking was the most effective way to ensure they didn't have to repeat it too soon. Just when Carla was considering bringing the punishment to an end, Gemma burst into fresh tears. 'I'm sorry Carla. I won't behave like that ever again. I promise. I will do my work. I won't touch anymore drugs. I won't drink! I will live like a nun! Just please stop spanking me! I will be GOOD!!' Despite the seriousness of the situation, Carla could not help smiling at the thought of her wreckless young friend living the life of a nun. She did believe that she had spanked her enough for one night though. She added another dozen so that Gemma didn't think it was her tears that were bringing the punishment to an end. Once she had stopped spanking, she rubbed her friend' s back. 'OK. It is over. No more spanking tonight. You can get up sweetheart.' Gemma stood up slowly. Her face red and tear-stained and her hair dishevelled, she looked every bit a punished brat! '

You OK?' Carla asked, pulling her into her arms. Gemma nodded against her disciplinarian's shoulder but said, ‘No ma'am, it hurts!' Carla laughed a little. 'Of course it does, brat. It is meant to. You need to learn to behave and a spanking that doesn't hurt isn't much use for that!' Gemma joined Carla's laughter. 'I suppose not. I still don't like it though! You won't do that again, will you? Really I think once is enough.' Carla raised her eyebrows. 'You are going to behave impeccably from now on because of this one spanking?' Gemma nodded. ' I am! I don't want to go through that again..ever!' 'Wow! I may go into the spanker's hall of fame,' Carla laughed. 'Hmm. I doubt that,' came a voice from the doorway. They both turned to see Diane standing there watching them with some amusement. 'I seem to recall you promising me something similar, little one. I think it lasted a whole week before you were back over my knee again.' Gemma gasped seeing the stranger, realising her still half naked state. She quickly went to pull up her pants before Diane said, 'Now, now. I don't believe you were given permission to dress, were you?' She looked to Carla. Carla blushed as if being caught out failing in her duties. 'No ma'am, I hadn't given her permission yet.' she answered. Gemma, with her pants still in her hands half way up her thighs looked from one woman to another uncertainly. ‘Gemma, leave your jeans where they are and go and stand in the corner there until I tell you to come out. Put your hands on your head and do not move or you will find yourself back over my knee. Understand?' Gemma's natural desire to argue was subdued by her throbbing bottom and the formidable-looking woman who had just entered the room. She shuffled off to the corner and put her hands on her head, mortified that someone else was seeing her being punished. Diane looked at Gemma's bottom and nodded her appreciation. 'Very good little one. I see you did not spare her.' Carla blushed at the praise. 'No ma'am, I have remembered what I learned from you. I know it is my duty to spank her thoroughly or not at all.' 'Hmm. Well. I will leave you to complete your duty here. Perhaps when your young charge is settled for the night you will come and talk to me and explain what has been going on in my house?' Diane's face suggested that Carla may be doing some explaining whilst over her knee and she groaned inwardly. 'Yes ma'am, I will.' Nodding Diane turned to go. 'What is your name child?' she said to Gemma as she passed her. Nervously Gemma replied, 'Gemma......ma'am.' Smiling at the respectful title offered by the young woman, Diane patted her shoulder. 'Welcome to the family, Gemma.'