Laura & Aunt Harriet

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

After her mum died, Laura still had her friends who were very supportive. But she increasingly found that playing tennis helped her to cope. Somehow, it served as an anchor and a release from all the issues associated with living with people who cared about her but were strangers. Then there was having to cope with the Android. ‘I guess it’s partly because Mum taught me to love tennis and I feel that connection with who I really am,’ she often used to think.

Playing tennis gave Laura a good figure. She was petite but had nice breasts and legs and a muscular, tight bum. All the bending and stretching with playing tennis does wonders for a girl’s bottom and tummy! She didn’t think herself very pretty and she was a bit shy and reserved. So ‘sexy’ wasn’t an adjective she associated with herself. But she was attractive with her straight, mid-brown, shoulder length hair, oval face, grey eyes and warm smile.

For Laura, life had revolved around her mother and her female friends. By the time she was fifteen she began dating boys. She knew she liked boys and understood what s****l attraction was. And she knew that one day she wanted to marry and have children. And of course, she looked forwards to s*x with a boy. Who didn’t! But she was not very forwards in that respect. Laura was still a virgin on her wedding night. Well technically anyway. There had been a few occasions when in the heat of the moment she had allowed boys to fondle her breasts or put fingers in her panties. But all that was mostly for later. At that time, Laura felt very much at home with her mother and her close female friends.

But then came the great dislocation when her mum died. She no longer had that female closeness, because of Mrs Bowman’s formality. Although they discussed things, it was in a very technical manner. And there were no more spankings. All this loss of female intimacy: the emotional and physical closeness and the loving discipline left a void in Laura’s life.

Now Laura met a nice guy in college, and they got married straight after. They got on well, both enjoyed having children and had a good s*x life. There was no spanking in their relationship or family. It was something they disagreed about so Laura had to let go of that idea. But despite their closeness and the fun they had together as a family, Laura still longed for a close emotional relationship with an older woman, a mother figure. And she longed to be spanked by this woman. Since spanking had stopped with the death of her mother, Laura felt as if making progress in life was very hard. She’d married and had children, but still felt that there were some areas in life in which her personal growth and ability to fulfil her potential, had come to a standstill.

This was something Laura had discussed with a few of her close, female friends. Part of her hoped that one of them might volunteer to give her sisterly spankings. That wouldn’t be perfect, but it would be better than nothing. None of them judged Laura for this need, but none of them took the bait either. In desperation, over the course of the last twenty years, Laura had twice tried to get her need met with older women who were professional disciplinarians. But it just didn’t work for her. Sure, she got spanked, but the relationship, the emotional closeness was missing. And Laura needed both things to be combined. So, she eventually just accepted it wasn’t going to happen and concentrated on other things. Until she met Harriet, that is.