Do Clothes (Un)Make the Woman?

Do Clothes (Un)Make the Woman?

By Daring Diane

Chapter 1

"Mom, why do you buy me all these little girl clothes.  I'm in high school.  I need to dress like a woman."

"Young lady, you are indeed in high school.  And someday you will learn that the clothes do not make the woman.  People will love you and understand you based on your character and who you are.   The clothes are just decorations.  I am not suggesting that clothes are not important.  Obviously, for work and important events, we need to dress appropriately.  But, you should work to be a good person."

"Mom, when I wear the clothes you buy for me, everyone thinks I'm a little kid."

"Then I suggest you begin to act more mature.  Then these people will realize you are older and they will treat you that way.  Honey, this is an important lesson.  Baby, you are a sophomore in high school and you are an inch taller than I am.  People don't think I'm a kid.  It is not your size and it is not the clothes.  It is how you deal with people."

"Mom I can't believe you are that naive."

"I am not naive.  I have real life experience and I know how the world works."

"Mom you are just being silly.  The clothes are what people see.  It is how they make all their initial impressions and with kids, they seldom ever give us a chance to show them how old we actually are."

"When you are older, you will realize I am right.  I am absolutely correct and you can bank on it.  Honey, you have to understand that there are things I know that you do not and this is one of those things."

Her daughter looked at her mother and appraised her.  "You seem pretty convinced.  Are you sure enough for us to have one of our bets?"

"Dear, will you ever learn?  You have lost the last five bets you proposed.  You are doing all the wash, and most of the chores around here.  I'm not sure what you have to wager.  You should probably let this go.  It’s a sure thing you will just lose again.  Accept it!"  Her mother looked at her with one of those disappointed looks that always wear on their children.

She thought for a few minutes.  "Mom, I propose the following bet.  If I win, you buy me that new car we talked about for $15,000.  And I get a new wardrobe worth at least $2,000.00 which I get to pick.  If you win, I will still do all the chores.  I will give up on expecting a car until I am 18 years old and I will buy it myself.  In addition, I will wear any clothes you say until I am out of high school.  Also, I will give up video games for the next 6 months.  There is a bonus you want but never asked for."

"Well, my cute little daughter, you have always known how to pose a bet that is enticing.  If I was to lose that bet, we would give up virtually any excess cash we would have for the next year.  I would probably have to fiancé the car and that could be a drag for years."

"You said I didn't have a chance.  You said it was a sure thing.  Now, it comes time to put up or shut up and you are suddenly scared of the cost of losing.  If there is no chance for you to lose, then you should not care what my side of the bet is."

"You are right.  But, I guess I have to consider that 1% or less chance.  Let's hear the challenge."

"I get to dress you up in clothes from my room.  I get to say exactly what you wear from the inside out.  No Limits.  You have to spend at least one day or until someone figures out that you are you or until they determine that you are an adult as opposed to the character you are dressed as.  I also, think we need an outside judge to make sure that you do not cheat.  You have to stay in character until someone figures it out."

Incredibly, mom focused in on the need for a judge.  "Who do you think would be a good judge?  Maybe Maggie's mom?"

"I thought about her.  But, you could probably manipulate her.  No, I want someone independent.  Someone who understands the bet and will make sure we stick to it.  I was thinking about Mrs. Barham."

Mrs. Barham did not like her.  She worked at the school and she was pretty sure, she could not manipulate her.    

After much back and forth, mom and daughter agreed to ask Mrs. Barham if she would be the judge for their little wager. 

Chapter 2

Two days later Mrs. Barham was sitting in their living room having tea and cakes.  Mom laid the bet out to Mrs. Barham and asked if she would consider being the judge. 

Amanda Barham snickered as they laid out the terms.  They had written the bet out and clarified everything.  Mrs. Barham asked several questions.

Mrs. Barham continued, "So, let me see if I understand the situation.  You two have a bet and the stakes are pretty high for both of you.  Right?"

Both women agreed.

"You are asking me to basically arbitrate any disputes and be the judge to ensure you both live up to the terms of the bet?" She looked from one of them to the other.

"Yes, I suggested you." 

Mrs. Barham looked at mom. 

"She said she didn't want an adult who I could manipulate.  She knows that you and I have never had a great relationship.  I think because she knew you from the neighborhood and the school, she thought you would be a good candidate."  Mom looked sort of sheepish.

Mrs. Barham had a sort of sneaky grin as she looked at each of us. 

"So since you thought I didn't have a relationship with you two that I would want to play your game?"

Mom and daughter looked at each other and back at Mrs. Barham with worried looks on their faces.

"If I was to agree to join in your antics, I guess the first question I would ask is, what’s in it for me?  Why do I do this for either of you?"

Mom looked at Mrs. Barham, "I would ask that you help us because it would help me teach my daughter a lesson.  You work at the school and you must take some satisfaction from helping these young ladies to learn things.  I want my daughter to understand that clothes do not make you older.  She needs to act more mature if she wants to be treated that way.  Please, I hope you will help us."

"And, you.  Why should I help you?"  Mrs. Barham was addressing the daughter.

"I think my mom is wrong. She is so full of herself, she does not even consider the possibility that I might know what I am talking about from time to time.  I thought that you have always been fair and honorable at the school.  I know my mother has no personal relationship with you and I thought that if you would help us with this, you would be fair and ensure that the agreement was followed.  I also appeal to you to help.  I will do whatever is needed to make it worth your while."

"I will think about this and come back tomorrow.  I will have some expectations from you two if I agree to this little game.  We will talk tomorrow."

With that, Mrs. Barham left. 

Chapter 3

The three of them sat around the kitchen table. 

Mrs. Barham began, “So, here are my terms.  We will begin this little bet, next Monday.  Your daughter will spell out the clothing expectations to me on Sunday.  I will have final say on any terms of this deal.  When I declare that one of you have won this bet, it is over.  “

“From the moment we begin, I am the only one who can end the bet.  While the bet is in progress, you will both be expected to assist me around my house.  Based on the bet, your mother will be attired as a younger person, correct?”

The daughter confirmed her statement. 

Mrs. Barham continued “I will have certain chores which you will each be expected to perform.  If you do not, you will be disciplined just like any student at my school.  Do you understand and agree?”

The daughter agreed much too quickly.  The mother, looked at the stern face on Mrs. Barham and reluctantly nodded her agreement.  She wondered what chores would be involved.

“What types of chores would you want us to do?” Her mother asked.

Mrs. Barham countered, “Normal chores expected of a school age girl in a normal home.”  I will tell you what they are on Monday.  No matter what happens with the bet, you will both be obligated to do the chores for me for a minimum of one week.” 

“The two of you will come over to my home on Monday morning to begin the bet.  You will come back to my home in the afternoon or whenever the bet is resolved.  You will do your chores and we will discuss the status of the bet after everything is completed.”

“In the morning, when you come over, I will collect all keys, identification and other personal belongings which would not be normally in the possession of a person dressed as you will be.” 

“Now as to the terms, obviously, your daughter has no incentive to lose this bet.  But, I expect you to help your mother.  You must work to sell this façade until someone sees through it.  You must act normal but you cannot do something that obviously reveals you are an adult.  You need to act appropriate for any situation in which you find yourself.  If you are hanging out with high school students, you need to act like a high school student.  If you find yourself at the school, you will do your work, and meet class expectations. You can not reveal yourself by acting inappropriately.  If you do you will lose the bet.”

“Also, If your mother reveals herself or if either of you let the cat out of the bag, I will be instituting an additional penalty.  If she reveals herself, your mother will agree to perform the childish chores I assign for the next year.  If your daughter queers the bet, you will both be obligated to continue to perform chores I assign.  To ensure this penalty, your mother will agree to a personal services employment contract which will require her to work for me as a maid for a term of one year at minimum wage with a strict non-compete.  This contract will not be enforceable unless one of you makes a decision to basically end the bet by giving up.  Once we begin, the bet ends when someone identifies your mother as an adult.  These are my terms as the judge.  Everything I say is final and you will both do as I say while the bet continues.” 

“So, as long as you both follow the rules of the bet, the only thing you owe me will be the chores I assign.”

“Do you agree to these terms?”

Mrs. Barham looked at us with a serious look.  

She finished with, “You both seem to be willing to teach the other an important lesson and you both have no reason to hurt the other.  Therefore, there is no reason either of you should feel at risk of coming into my penalties.  It is time to decide if you two are serious.”

The two of them whispered for a moment.  Then they told Mrs. Barham they agreed to her terms.

Chapter 4

Miranda put on her St. Mary’s uniform.  It consisted of a white blouse, and a typical plaid catholic school girl skirt along with a matching tie.  Her little white socks and leather saddle shoes.

She then gathered up the second St. Mary’s uniform and its accessories.  She placed everything in a bag and went downstairs. 

Her mother, Molly was waiting in the kitchen.  Molly had initially balked when Miranda told her that she needed to be bare from the neck down since certain hair might be an easy give away.  On Saturday afternoon, Molly had headed off to the salon for a few hours and got a Brazilian leaving no hair below her head or eyes.  She got a facial, but Miranda had told her not to get her hair done. 

Miranda and Molly headed over to Mrs. Barham’s house a few minutes later.  They left the car in the driveway and walked the few houses.

When they arrived, Mrs. Barham had the agreements ready for everyone to sign.  Miranda signed where indicated.  Molly took a few minutes to look at the details.  Everything seemed to be consistent with their agreement.  After Molly had signed the agreements, Mrs. Barham collected Molly’s purse, keys, cell phone, etc.  She placed them in a box on the table along with the agreements. 

Miranda then gave her mother the bag filled with clothes.  Molly was not surprised as she had expected a school uniform and went to the restroom to change. 

Miranda had alerted Mrs. Barham that she would be dressing her mother in the school uniform and bringing her to school.  What her mother did not know was that the school was expecting her. 

On Friday afternoon, Miranda had called St. Mary’s pretending to be her mother.  She notified the school office that Miranda’s younger sister Molly would be transferring to St. Mary’s beginning on Monday.

Molly did not spend a great deal of time around the school and she always filled out forms with her full name of Maureen.  Molly was a nickname from her youth. 

Molly had donned the blouse and plaid school jumper pretty quickly.  She knew Miranda usually wore the skirt version of the uniform.  She assumed that the other skirt was dirty and that was why Miranda gave her the jumper.  Of course the jumper did look a bit more juvenile.  But both were valid versions of the uniform in the high school.  Looking in the mirror, Molly saw an adult woman with no makeup on dressed in a school uniform.  No one was going to believe this.

When Molly returned to the kitchen, Mrs. Barham looked her over.  Even she was surprised by how perfect Molly looked in the uniform.  “Molly,” she asked, “What size bra do you wear?”  Molly was surprised by this question.  Miranda had mentioned to Mrs. Barham that she personally had still not acquired the womanly curves all girls hoped for in high school.  She also mentioned that her mother had never really developed on top and she wondered if her mom met the school uniform rules which allowed a bra to be worn.  

Reluctantly Molly answered, “uh, a 34b or 34a depending on the bra.  Why is that important?”

Mrs. Barham reminded Molly of the uniform code and asked her to pull her jumper over her head.  Mrs. Barham complimented Molly on wearing the full cut cotton underwear required in the code.  She then asked Molly to remover her blouse and bra. 

Molly balked.

Mrs. Barham made it clear she was in charge, “Molly, if you show up at the school in that uniform wearing a bra, they send you to ME to determine if A you are allowed to wear a bra and B if the bra meets our requirements.  If you are wearing the wrong one at school, you will get 3 swats with the paddle.  I don’t think that’s how you want to start the day.  So, let’s not start this off on the wrong foot.  Let me see the bra.”

Molly handed over her padded bra.  Mrs. Barham shook her head.  She placed the bra in the box with Molly’s other things.

“Molly this bra is not regulation so it would not be allowed.  But it doesn’t matter anyway.  You are not developed enough to need it according to the school uniform code.  So put on the camisole Miranda provided and get your clothes back on.  Otherwise, I’ll plan on paddling your little tush later this morning at school.” 

Molly slipped on the tight cotton camisole that matched her underwear.  She then redressed in the uniform.  With the shoes she was wearing she was at least an inch shorter than her daughter.  Miranda slipped the school headband onto Molly’s head to hold her hair back.  She was given simple gold studs to wear in her pierced ears, one on each side. 

Miranda then gave her mother her old book bag which bore the school emblem.  There was nothing inside.  Miranda gave her mother the couple of dollars needed for lunch and they were ready to go.  Miranda was overjoyed by how juvenile her mother looked.  She figured no one would know.

Mrs. Barham reminded them that they were to come to her house later today and not to go to their home.  Of course, Mrs. Barham had their house keys to prevent them from going there.

As they walked out, Molly headed for Mrs. Barham’s car.  Miranda walked past the car and yelled, “Hey molly, come on we don’t want to miss the bus.”

Molly turned to Amanda Barham and before she could complain, Mrs. Barham said, “Yes Molly, I have to run an errand on my way to the office so you and your sister will be riding the bus to school.  I’m sure I’ll see you there.  Have fun.”

Molly followed Miranda to the bus stop.  She assumed this was an easy way to end the bet.  Surely, one of the other mothers would see through Molly’s disguise.  There were always a couple around at the stop.

However, no one seemed to notice.  Miranda introduced Molly as new to the school and even the two mothers there took no notice of her and simply dismissed her. 

As they boarded the bus, Molly started to get worried.  How could two mothers she sees all the time not recognize her immediately?

Miranda had Molly select a window seat and she sat on the aisle.  This prevented anyone from heavily interacting with her mother on the bus.  She wanted to get her to the school.

As they exited the bus, there were several teachers standing around.  Mrs. Weatherby waved to Miranda.

“Miranda,” she yelled, “come over here.”

Miranda waved to Mrs. Weatherby and started briskly moving towards her.  Without thinking, Molly was following Miranda across the playground.

As the teacher looked over Miranda’s shoulder, she asked, “Miranda, so this must be your little sister Molly.  She is the spitting image of her big sister.  Welcome to St. Mary’s Molly.  I’m Mrs. Weatherby.”

Molly was totally off balance.  Her thoughts were in turmoil.  How did this woman know who she was?  She apparently thinks I am Miranda’s sister.  Worse, for some reason she believes I am younger than Miranda.

Mrs. Weatherby took the disconcerting look on Molly’s face to be the typical concern of a student attending a new school. 

Turing to Miranda, Mrs. Weatherby took control, “Miranda, you head off to class.  I’ll get Molly where she needs to go.  Molly, come along with me.”  She reached down and grabbed Molly’s hand and started moving towards one of the buildings. 

With Miranda moving away, Molly suddenly felt vulnerable.  It was ridiculous but somehow having Miranda around had made her feel more secure.  It was totally unexpected.  And on top of that, some woman had her hand and was pulling her towards the school administration building. 

Molly reluctantly followed Mrs. Weatherby into the administration building.  Of course, Molly had been here many times.  She was a mother who had participated in all the normal family and mother activities.  She knew a lot of people here.  With a surge of excitement, she realized she would probably win the bet quickly now. 

Putting on a smile, Molly followed Mrs. Weatherby into the office and came face to face with Mrs. Barham.  Mrs. Weatherby introduced Molly, “Amanda I’d like to introduce Molly.  She’s Miranda Parker’s younger sister.  She’ll be joining us starting today.”

Mrs. Barham smiled, “How nice to have you join us Molly.  You know Molly and her sister live near me.  I’ve seen her around the neighborhood for a long time.  Her mother let me know she would be joining us.”  She smiled a sweet syrupy gotcha smile to Molly and then addressed Mrs. Weatherby.  “Let’s get her student ID made and then we’ll get her to class.”

Mrs. Weatherby guided Molly down the hall to a room with a camera set up in front of a drop sheet with the school crest.  “Stand on the mark there on the floor honey and Mrs. Barham will take your picture.”

As Mrs. Weatherby stepped back, she heard Mrs. Barham say, “Molly, smile and look here.”  As Molly looked towards the camera, the flash went off. 

Molly found herself being escorted back to the front desk.  Mrs. Barham was working behind the desk and produced a student ID card with Molly’s picture on it.  She reached over the desk and clipped it to the front of Molly’s uniform jumper. 

Mrs. Weatherby took a cotton swab and dabbed at the inside of Molly’s cheek.  The collector was deposited in a sealed vial and given to Mrs. Barham. 

Moments later, Mrs. Barham handed a sheet of paper to Mrs. Weatherby.  Mrs. Weatherby quickly turned and began to push Molly to the door.  “Let’s get you to your class honey.”

Molly felt in a daze as she followed along.  Moments later they pulled up outside a classroom numbered 105.  Weatherby opened the door and held it for Molly.  As Molly tentatively entered the room, she was introduced.

“Miss Jennings, I have a new student for you, her name is Molly Parker.  You remember her older sister Miranda.”

Miss Jennings smiled broadly and said, “Class let’s all welcome Molly.”

“Hi Molly.”

Miss Jennings pointed to a desk and instructed, “Molly, why don’t you sit there and we’ll get you settled during the break later this morning.”   

Chapter 5

By morning recess, Molly was getting worried.  The longer she sat here the longer she had to look at her surroundings.  The first thing that became clear was that she was not in Miranda’s class.  It had not occurred to her initially, but of course they would not assume they were in the same grade.  As she thought more about it, she realized that it was irrational to expect to be in the same grade.  Since the school thought they were sisters, she initially assumed she was in a freshman class which would be a year behind Miranda.  However, the material they were discussing seemed below a high school level.  In addition, Molly was not sure Miranda had recess anymore.

It seemed very strange since Molly expected to be found out way before she was in a classroom.  She had never even considered what would happen if she had lasted this long. 

Molly felt like she was drinking from a fire hose.  Miss Jennings was giving her text books, explained that room 105 would be her homeroom, and told her where they were on all the material.  She gave her a sheet indicating the homework expectations.  And finally, as the recess period was coming to an end, Miss Jennings gave her the sheet of paper Mrs. Weatherby had gotten from Mrs. Barham. It was apparently a class schedule.  She put the sheet of paper with her books and accepted Miss Jennings invitation to make a quick visit to the girl’s room before the end of recess. 

Molly sat in the stall and tried to calm down and get her bearings.  After completing her business and calming down, she exited the stall and washed her hands.  As she looked at herself and other girls in the mirror, it dawned on her that she did not look out of place at all.  In fact, everyone looked the same. 

She turned and looked at all the girls scurrying around the room.  Everyone had the same uniform as she did.  Most had the same hairband.  And everyone had the same nametag on.  She noticed that there was writing on the nametag of the girl next to her.  It had her name on it and some other things.  She couldn’t really see it.

A bell rang and everyone ran for the door.  Back in the classroom, Molly took her seat.  As class began, she remembered the nametag and looked down at hers. 

As class started, Molly suddenly gasped.  Everyone looked at her.

“Molly, is there a problem?” Miss Jennings inquired.

Molly tried to regain her composure.  “No mam.  I’m sorry.  I just looked at my picture and it surprised me.”  She looked pleadingly at the teacher.

“Well, let’s try to spend our time outside of class admiring ourselves.”  Miss Jennings turned and returned to her lesson. 

Molly stared at her ID card.  In bold letters it said Molly Parker

In big letters across the top it read, St. Mary’s.  On the second line centered right below that it said, Grade School.  Her picture was in the lower left.  Her name was in big letters across the bottom of the card; Molly Parker.  To the right of the picture it said, Homeroom Teacher: Miss Jennings and below that it said Room 105 Sixth Grade.

She was trying to get a grip on what was happening. She was sitting in a sixth grade class at the catholic school where her daughter was a student.  And, no one seemed to notice that she was an adult.  She had to hope someone figured this out soon.  She could not afford to lose this bet and at this moment she was seriously considering that possibility.  Up until this moment, she never honestly thought it was possible. 

At lunch she made sure to say hello to all the adults.  She was a perfect polite young lady.  Everyone seemed to like the new little girl.  They all talked about how nice she was.  No one seemed to see the adult.  The afternoon was a repeat of the morning.  It was a blur.  She kept reminding herself that it was only a bet and the longer it lasted the more likely she was to lose the bet. 

As the day came to an end, Molly found herself being herded along with all the other kids to the school buses. 

As she climbed the stairs, she was immediately aware of someone laughing uncontrollably.  Of course, it was Miranda. 

She jovially asked, “Molly, how was your first day at your new school?  Did you like your new classmates?”

Molly plopped down next too Miranda and glared.  “I love my new class.  How did you arrange that?”

Miranda smirked as she looked at the little girl her mother appeared to be.  “Molly, we should probably talk when we get home.  This is a little too public.  Don’t you think?”

Molly answered curtly, “Ok.”

It was a long ride home for Molly.

Chapter 6

When they got off the bus, they headed towards their house. 

Miranda asked, “Aren’t we supposed to go to Mrs. Barham’s house?”

Molly turned with a deadly look in her eyes.  “Screw that, I’m going home.”

At the door, they both realized that neither of them had keys.  The emergency key in the back yard seemed to be missing.

As Molly was thinking, a car pulled into the driveway. 

“Girls, I think I gave you very clear instructions to come directly to my home after school.  Get over there now.”  Mrs. Barham stepped back into her car and drove up the block to her own home and entered the back door.

Miranda was worried.  Mrs. Barham did not sound happy.  Molly was just upset and now she was focusing her energy and anger on Mrs. Barham.  The two of them trooped over to the Barham home and Miranda knocked on the back door.

“Come in girls,” Mrs. Barham chirped.  “Everyone, take a seat at the table.”

Mrs. Barham looked at the two school girls in their uniforms sitting at her table.  “I think it is time to discuss the bet and our situation.”

It was obvious that Molly was not happy.  Miranda seemed happy but uncertain. 

Mrs. Barham took control of the little meeting.  “Well girls did anyone figure out that Molly was anything other than what she appears?”

Miranda popped in with, “It sure didn’t look like it when she trooped out with her class to the school bus.  Miss Jennings seemed excited when she told Molly she’d see her tomorrow.”

Molly just shook her head.  “I can’t afford it.  But it looks like I’m going to lose the unlosable bet.” 

Mrs. Barham shook her head.  “Not so fast young lady.  I determine when the bet is over.  That is what we all agreed to.” 

Molly was surprised. 

Miranda seemed unsure, “So you mean the bet is still going?  I thought if no one identified her I won.” 

“Well I’d say you are on your way.  But, you agreed to continue the bet until we resolve it.  And, I believe Molly should head back to school tomorrow and see what happens.  She can’t afford to give herself away.  But you guys are going to be doing some chores for me today and I think we should give this a full chance.  As Judge, I feel the bet conditions are still viable.  Now what homework did you girls bring home?  Since little Molly will be going back tomorrow, she will have to do her homework.”

Molly objected, “What?  I’m not doing any homework.”

Mrs. Barham looked her in the eye.  “Why Molly, yes you are.  According to the terms of the bet, you have to do all activity necessary to support your façade.  And that includes doing the homework so you don’t raise questions or set yourself aside from the other students.  And as Judge, I can tell you that if you do not do the homework, you will be deciding to forfeit.  And we know those penalties are unacceptable.  So you girls have the next hour to complete your homework before you begin your chores.  Hop to it.”

Turning to Molly, Mrs. Barham spoke directly, “Molly, you agreed to this challenge and you asked me to adjudicate.  This situation is one the two of you made.  Don’t argue with me.  Do the homework you were assigned and we will discuss the situation in a little while.” 

Mrs. Barham left the kitchen and the two girls were staring at each other.  Molly was regretting ever getting into this situation.  Miranda was thrilled that her mother’s comeuppance was being extended.  Miranda did actually have homework.  Miranda opened her bag and pulled out her assignments.  Molly sat there fuming.  After five or ten minutes of Miranda doing her work, Molly pulled out the work Miss Jennings had given her earlier. 

Molly looked at a preprinted sheet of math problems and began working them.  After that she picked up a social studies textbook and began reading.  Miss Jennings had asked her to read as much of the social studies book as possible to try to catch up.  Molly had been told that Miss Jennings would meter out the work necessary to catch up with the rest of the class. 

As the hour came to a close, Miranda was putting her books away.  Molly was still reading.  Mrs. Barham strolled back into the room. 

“So Molly, you’ve been out of school for a while.  I want to make sure we got all your work done.  Tell me about your assignments.”

Molly reviewed Miss Jennings directions.  She explained what she had done with her eyes downcast.  Slowly she looked up at Mrs. Barham hoping for some type of understanding. 

“OK girls, I am going to give out your chores for this afternoon.  Please follow me.”

Mrs. Barham led the two girls upstairs.  Molly asked Mrs. Barham if she could speak to her privately. 

“You and I can speak in a moment Molly.  Let me get Miranda started.”

They walked into a girl’s bedroom.  Mrs. Barham pulled the bed spread off one of the twin beds revealing that the bed was not made.  Turing to Miranda, she said, “Miranda, this was my daughter Sara’s room.  You will find sheets in the closet.  Make the beds.  The vacuum cleaner is in the hall closet.  Vacuum the floor in here and in the hall.  You will then get a dust rag from the hall closet and clean all the surfaces in this room.  After that, you will clean the attached bathroom.  Come find me when you are done.  It should not take more than an hour.  Do you understand?”

Miranda nodded her agreement and moved to the closet to get the bedding. 

“Molly follow me.”  They moved down the hall to another bedroom which was clearly the master bedroom.  The bed was casually made.  Dirty clothes were on one of the chairs.  Mrs. Barham closed the bedroom door.  “Molly have a seat on the end of the bed.  Now, what is it you would like to talk about?”

Molly was thinking about how to get out of this situation.  She decided to act like the adult she was and take control.  “Amanda,” she began, “I think…”  SLAP.

Molly almost fell off the bed.

“How dare you use my first name?  You have agreed to stay in character and this is a blatant disregard for the agreement we have. This is how you will forfeit the bet.”

Molly was stunned.  No one had hit her in years.  She was trying to get her bearings.  Mrs. Barham was pulling her back up into a sitting position. 

“How dare you hit me?  You bitch.  Why I …” Another SLAP. 

Mrs. Barham was sitting on the bed next to Molly as she reached over to pull Molly up.  Molly initially thought Mrs. Barham was helping her to sit up again.  However, she was caught off guard as her movement was used by Mrs. Barham to continue Molly’s movement to pull her across her lap. 

Molly initially did not understand the move until she stopped moving and found herself laying across Mrs. Barham’s lap with her head dangling down to the ground and her bottom perched facing up in the air.  As her situation dawned, she heard and felt the first of several hard swats on her upturned bottom.  Apparently, her uniform skirt had flipped up because her unexpected spanking was being applied to her panty covered bottom. 

Molly tried to get up.  But, she was held firm by the larger lady.  She kicked in an attempt to wrench herself free.  But it was no use.  She was yelling.  Eventually, her screams evolved to crying and begging for the spanking to stop.

Miranda had burst into the room drawn by her mother’s screams.  She stood stunned seeing her mother being spanked by Mrs. Barham.  Miranda knew that Mrs. Barham was well schooled in the art of spanking and discipline. She could not bring herself to say anything as she was mesmerized. 

Mrs. Barham stated, “No one uses that kind of language to me and I will not allow some little imp to insult me in my own home.  Miranda, if you are not done with your chores, I suggest you get back to it.” 

Miranda quickly retreated leaving her mother with the school disciplinarian.  With a backwards glance, Miranda closed the door. 

With her pause to dismiss Miranda, Mrs. Barham had momentarily stopped Molly’s spanking.  

Molly was sputtering, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to say that.  Please, please stop.  I’ll do whatever you say.  I just wanted to talk.”

Mrs. Barham delivered three more very hard swats before pausing.  “Young lady, when I deliver correction, I am the only one who decides when things stop.  And after insulting me in my home, we have to make sure that everyone understands who is in charge.  Do you agree that I am in charge?”

“Yes, Yes, you are in charge.” Molly agreed between cries.

Two more swats on each cheek and another question.  “Are you going to live up to the agreement you made?”

“Yes, yes,” she begged.  Two more hard swats.

“And, do you understand that while this challenge continues, you are subject to my will and my decisions?”

“Yes,” Molly agreed.

“Will you do what you are told and avoid giving yourself away?”

“Yes.  I will do what we agreed.

Mrs. Barham delivered two strong exceedingly hard blows.

“Now little missy, I think it is time to discuss the specifics of where we are.  You will stand in front of me with your hands on top of your head.  Do not touch your rear end.”

Molly stood up with Mrs. Barham’s help and quickly put her hands on her head.  Tears were still flowing from her eyes.  She stared at Mrs. Barham with her head bowed slightly.  It was then that Molly realized for the first time that her panties were down around her ankles. Somewhere along the way, Mrs. Barham had lowered her panties and spanked her on the bare.  She had been in so much pain, she didn’t even realize. 

“Now I am looking for yes or no to each of the following questions.  Nothing else.  If you lose this bet, you basically spend all of your available assets to buy your daughter a car and an expensive wardrobe.  Is that correct?”

Molly nodded.

“I didn’t hear you, young lady.”  Mrs. Barham said firmly.

Molly quickly answered, “Yes Mam.”

“That is better.  And, I like that you figured out how to address your elders in a polite manner.  Now, if you forfeit the bet, you will be doing chores around here for the next year on top of losing the bet, you understand that?”

“Yes, mam,” the answer came quickly.

“And, if you try to get out of this you will be working for me full-time for minimum wage.”

“Yes, mam,” she agreed.

“It occurs to me that you probably can’t keep and maintain your own home, and keep your daughter in a private school if you are working for me for minimum wage, can you?”

Surprise showed in Molly’s eyes, “No mam, I guess I can’t.”  It had never occurred to her she could lose and she certainly never planned to forfeit so these things would not come to pass.  Therefore, she had foolishly not considered the actual implications.

“So it is safe to say that you cannot afford to forfeit?”

“No, mam,” she answered as she continued to absorb the enormity of the problem.

“Therefore, we are back to the original bet or challenge.  If you remember the agreement was that you would remain in character until you were found out or the judge determined that there was a winner.  Right?”

“Yes, mam.”

“So, as we discussed earlier, I have decided that this challenge is still active and I have not selected a winner.  Therefore, you will stay totally in character until a final decision is made.  Do you understand and agree?”

Molly thought for only a second and responded, “Yes, mam.”

“So, I think it is time for you to do your chores.  I want this room cleaned up.  The clean linens are in the closet.  I want the clothes picked up along with the dirty bedding and taken to the basement.  The room and bathroom will be cleaned.  When you are done come find me.  Okay?”

“Yes Mam,” Molly answered.  “Uh, mam, may I take my hands down now?”

“Why yes little Molly you may. And, pull up your underwear.”  Mrs. Barham moved to the door and looked back as Molly moved to gather the clean linens from the closet.  She could hear Miranda vacuuming down the hall. 

Molly was so mixed up with all that had happened that she stopped questioning things in her mind and focused on the tasks at hand and tried to avoid thinking about her sore bottom. 

Mrs. Barham went downstairs and fixed a cup of tea.  Yes she thought, these girls need to learn some lessons and she was glad that they had asked for her help.  Both of them had some things to learn. 

Chapter 7

When the girls were done with their chores it was a little after six.  Mrs. Barham had a nice dinner prepared and told them to take a seat at the table.  Miranda noticed that Molly winced when she sat down.  Molly was clearly uncomfortable sitting there. 

Mrs. Barham served a nice meal and after all that hard work Molly and Miranda ate quickly.  Mrs. Barham offered instructions on manners to both of them while eating.  It bothered Molly, but she did not say anything.  

The girls were told to clear the table and do the dishes.  When the dishes were done, the girls sought out Mrs. Barham in the family room where she was reading a book. 

“Molly, you have some reading to do to catch up on your lessons.  Why don’t you get your book and sit over here on the couch.  Miranda, if you do not have any lessons to read, select a book from the shelves.  After dinner in my home, we always read for a while.”  Mrs. Barham looked at them expectantly.

Molly looked like she wanted to say something but could not get it out. 

Mrs. Barham prompted, “Is there something you wanted to ask Me Molly?”

Molly nodded, “Yes mam.  I was just thinking that we should get going home so we can get settled in and be ready for another big day tomorrow.”

“Well Molly, that is what I hoped we would be doing about now also,” Mrs. Barham lied.  “But, you two have made me question whether I can trust you to live up to the deal.  So I as judge have decided that you will stay here tonight so I can make sure no one tries to break the rules or get out of the bet.  Now, Molly, don’t you think that I am making the right decision based on what you have done today.  Besides, you two have not been punished for going to your house when I strictly forbade it.”

Molly found that she feared this woman and it was disconcerting.  Without even really giving it any thought, she found herself agreeing with Mrs. Barham. 

“But, mam we need clothes for tomorrow.” Molly added.

“No you don’t honey.  I have plenty of school uniforms around here.  Sara’s closet has a bunch of them hanging in there.  There are plenty of blouses and I always kept extra uniform underwear in the chest.  You two can sleep in Sara’s old room and you will have your own bath. 

An hour later, Mrs. Barham looked at the clock and said, “Molly, it is quarter to eight.  Please put your books and homework in your backpack.  Then go on up to your room and take a shower.  There are nightgowns in the bottom drawer of the dresser and towels in the cupboard in the bathroom.  I will send Miranda up in fifteen minutes to take her shower.”

Molly stuttered, “M mam, shouldn’t Miranda go on up first.  I don’t usually go to bed this early.”

Mrs. Barham interrupted in a firm tone, “Young lady, in my house we always send the grade school children to bed first.  Now help me remember, who exactly is the sixth grade student in this house?”

Molly was feeling off balance again.  She certainly did not want to get Mrs. Barham upset again.  “I guess that would be me.”

“That’s right.  And don’t you forget it.  Now you’ve had a big day what with a new school and some serious correction this afternoon.  I think if anyone around here needs to get a good night of sleep it is you.  Now get going.”

As Molly gathered her things and moped back to the kitchen after being put in her place, Miranda couldn’t help but smirk behind her book. 

Miranda’s thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Barham, “And I would wipe that smirk off your face young lady.  Little Molly is obviously learning that your argument may have had some merit.  However, it would be wrong for you to assume that that means everything your mother believes is wrong.  You both have some things to learn.”

Mrs. Barham was looking at her with a very stern look.  Miranda wanted to shrink into a corner and hide.  “In addition, young lady, in the present situation, you appear to be the older sister, being in high school and all.  Right?”

Miranda happily chirped, “Yes.  I am the older sister.”

“Then you shall bear the responsibility for defying my instructions and not coming directly home.”

Miranda was stunned.  This was not a turn she expected.  And it did not sound good.  She wanted to back track.  “Well, my mom told me we had to go to our house.”

“I didn’t see your mother anywhere around.  I saw you and a sixth grade catholic school girl, two inches shorter than you going against my wishes.  To anyone observing that situation, you were the responsible party.  And, since you did not heed my instructions, you will pay the price.”

“While little Molly takes her shower, you and I will resolve this.  You may lean over the kitchen table.”

Mrs. Barham grabbed a paddle that looked like a ping pong paddle.  She approached Miranda.  Flipping Miranda’s skirt up, she leaned on Miranda’s back and applied four quick swats, two on each buttock. 

“I hold you responsible for the behavior when the two of you are away from me.  This session was tame.  You are the older sister right now.  Act like it.  Take responsibility and make smart intelligent decisions.  Don’t disappoint me.”

Miranda was heaving and trying not to cry.  The pain was so intense.  But the shortness of the discipline had allowed her the opportunity to not break down totally. 

“I understand Mrs. Barham.  I will do better in the future.  Please believe me.”

Mrs. Barham smiled, “Oh I’m sure you’ll try.  Head upstairs and get ready for bed.” 

The girls found some childish nightgowns in the dresser.  After their showers they each donned the gowns and climbed into bed.

In bed at a reasonable time, they were out within minutes. 

Chapter 8

Mrs. Barham woke the two Parkers early the next morning.  They found clean uniforms in the closet.  They were quickly down stairs in the kitchen eating breakfast.  Molly had put a school hair band in her hair.  Mrs. Barham thought it looked odd.  She began fussing with Molly’s hair and pulled the hair on the front of her hair out of the hairband.  It hung down over Molly’s eyes for a moment.

“Hold still a second Molly.  I’m trying to fix this.  It just doesn’t look right.  Close your eyes a second.”  Mrs. Barham kept up the chatter which distracted Molly until she heard a Snip-Snip. 

As Molly opened her eyes, she could see and her hair was not in her eyes anymore.  But as she looked down she saw Mrs. Barham grabbing hair out of her lap. 

“What did you do?  Oh No!”  Molly ran to the hall mirror.  Her worries were confirmed when she saw bangs.  Short Bangs which surely made her look even younger.  This was not going to help.  “Why did you do that?”

Mrs. Barham had a smug look on her face as she answered, “I did it because I thought it would look better.  And I think it does look better.  And when you are in sixth grade, other people make these kinds of decisions without asking your opinion.  Live with it.  You girls need to head out for the bus.” 

Again, no one at the bus stop seemed to notice anything amiss with Molly.  They boarded the bus and took their seats.  Miranda took the aisle again.  Molly looked at Miranda and asked, “Sixth grade?  How did you pick that?”

Miranda smiled.  “Molly, I was the same height as you when I was in sixth grade.  Haven’t you noticed that there are several kids in the class taller than you?  You actually fit right in.  I picked a grade where no one would even consider the possibility you were anything other than what you appear.  And, you fit right in apparently.  I guess we’ll see how things go today.”  Miranda was very full of herself.   It was clear.  And Molly felt defeated.  The only thing Molly was trying to figure out was how long Mrs. Barham expects this to last. “By the way,” Miranda added, “The bangs are perfect.  They really frame your face and complete the outfit.”  Then she leaned close and whispered, “I wonder if you wore your own clothes if anyone would believe you were actually an adult.”

Molly pulled back towards the window and stared at Miranda wide-eyed.  That consideration scared her more than her present situation.  Molly rode the rest of the way to school deep in thought. 

Miranda said good bye to Molly and headed to the high school.  Molly found her class and they went with Miss Jennings to their homeroom.  Molly was worried that after only one day, she was thinking of it as “her” sixth grade homeroom.  She wasn’t in sixth grade, was she?

Chapter 9

Molly turned in her homework when asked by Miss Jennings.  At recess, Molly followed the other girls, several of whom were taller and physically larger than her, out to the playground.  She sat to the side and watched the other kids playing while she sat deep in thought trying to figure out how she ended up here. 

The rest of the day was sort of a blur.  Before Molly knew it, she was boarding the bus for the return trip home.  She sat with Miranda again.  Miranda was still happy.  Molly was still upset no one had identified her as an adult.  Molly was reluctantly willing to admit defeat.

As they left the bus, Molly started towards their house.  Miranda grabbed Molly’s shoulder.

“No, no, little Molly.  We have to go to Mrs. Barham’s.”

They were away from the other people now and Molly turned and looked daggers at Miranda, “Knock it off.  Don’t call me little Molly.  I’m going home.”

Miranda looked directly at Molly and whispered, “No, YOU listen here.  Mrs. Barham told me I am in charge since you are only in the sixth grade.  And she is going to paddle me if you do not go to her house right now.  And, I have no intention of getting another paddling.  So get moving in the other direction missy.”

Miranda had never spoken to her like this.  And, she did not realize Miranda had been paddled.  And for some reason she felt like she had to do what Miranda was telling her to do.  So, slowly she turned and started to head to Mrs. Barham’s house.  Molly felt defeated and walked along staring at the ground.

When they got to the back door Mrs. Barham called, “Come in girls.” In an overly cheery voice. 

Miranda immediately went to the kitchen table and started to take out her homework.  Molly walked over to the table and put her book bag on the table.  She then made her way to the bathroom.  Mrs. Barham followed Molly with her eyes and nodded to Miranda when she began her homework. 

After completing her business in the bathroom, Molly was mesmerized by the little girl in the mirror.  Molly returned to the kitchen and addressed Mrs. Barham.  “Mrs. Barham, can we talk about our agreement?”

“Not right now honey.  You need to do your homework.  We will all talk a little later.  Homework, then chores and then we can all sit down and talk.”

“I really don’t want to do the homework.  I thought,” Molly was interrupted.

“You do not get to think.  You will do as you are told.  I told you when we would talk.  Now sit down and start your homework or would you like to talk to Mr. Paddle?”  Mrs. Barham had an intense look on her face and it was clear that a red line had been drawn.

Molly found herself quickly sliding into a chair at the table and pulling out the homework. 

The girls were working on their homework and Mrs. Barham went upstairs.  The telephone rang and Mrs. Barham could be heard talking to whoever was on the line. 

Molly finished her math homework and a short writing assignment.  She began reading a history text book.  After about fifteen minutes, Molly stated, “I need a break.  I’ll be right back.”  Molly strolled out the back door into the back yard.

Momentarily, Mrs. Barham returned to the kitchen.  “Where is little Molly?”

Miranda looked up from her work and replied, “She said she needed a break so she went out into the back yard.  She said she’d be right back.”

Mrs. Barham exploded, “You let a little girl just walk out of the house without someone watching over them?  Are you crazy?  Oh my Gosh.”  Mrs. Barham ran out into the back yard.  Miranda was sitting at the table stunned.

“Molly, Molly, where are you?” Miranda heard Mrs. Barham shouting.

Molly suddenly heard her name being shouted.  It sounded like Mrs. Barham thought she was lost or something.  She strolled back around the house and looked up as Mrs. Barham was calling again and rounding the corner of the house. 

Suddenly, Mrs. Barham ran to her and picked her up in a big bear hug.  “Molly, what is the matter with you?  You can’t just wander out of the house without permission.  What if something had happened to you?”

Molly found herself apologizing before she realized that as an adult, she did not need permission to “go outside.”  

Mrs. Barham hustled her back inside. 

As they approached the kitchen table, Molly asked, “Mrs. Barham, why would I need your permission to go outside?”

“Because you are a sixth grader.  Because bad things happen to little girls when they wander around alone.  Because while you are under my roof, I make the rules.  And because you were supposed to be doing your homework.”

As she was talking, Mrs. Barham took a seat in one of the sturdy kitchen chairs.  Molly was preparing to respond to Mrs. Barham when she felt herself being pulled towards Mrs. Barham again.  She expected another of the motherly hugs until she found herself face down across Mrs. Barham’s lap. 

This time, Molly immediately felt her panties pulled down to her knees which she was kicking while trying to get away.  Mrs. Barham quickly began to administer the spanking. 

Molly was trying to get away and in the midst of her yelling, she repeated an earlier error and yelled, “Let go of me you bitch.”  Everyone in the room noticed the slight pause following that statement.  Molly realized she should not have said it but hoped it had the desired effect.  It did not.

Mrs. Barham reached over to a nearby drawer and withdrew the paddle Miranda was familiar with.  Mrs. Barham began to rain down her furor on every inch of Molly’s exposed derriere. 

Molly was babbling and crying.  She could not even speak when Mrs. Barham paused.  She was heaving and had trouble breathing.  Mrs. Barham helped her to her feet and ushered her towards the sink.  Mrs. Barham turned on the water and grabbed a bar of soap.  Molly was trying to recover and expected a cold wash cloth or something soothing.  Mrs. Barham built up a large lather and suddenly shoved the bar of soap into Molly’s mouth.  She proceeded to rake the soap across all of Molly’s teeth.  She turned the bar and made sure it invaded every square inch of her mouth and teeth.  Shards of soap were stuck on and between teeth.  Molly was screaming from the assault and stunned when Mrs. Barham paused in her assault, pushed the bar fully into Molly’s mount and jammed her lower jaw up into the bar forcing Molly’s teeth to embed themselves in the bar holding it firmly in place.  Mrs. Barham had not said a word.

Molly was frog-marched over to the corner with her panties around her ankles.  Mrs. Barham put her hands together on top of her head and said, “If you move or take your hands down, you won’t be able to sit for a week.  If you doubt me, try it.”

At that moment Molly resolved that if she died, her hands would be on her head.  There was nothing that could possibly get her to challenge this maniac at this moment.

Walking over to the table, Mrs. Barham looked at Miranda, “Bend over the table young lady.”

Miranda was stunned. She hadn’t done anything.  “What?  I didn’t do anything.  Wait.”  Mrs. Barham pulled Miranda up out of her chair and pushed her face down on the table.   

Skirt flipped up and panties down, Mrs. Barham began the paddling.  This was much worse than yesterday.  Miranda was crying and begging to know what she had done. 

As Miranda devolved into crying and sputtering, Mrs. Barham explained, “I told you that you were responsible for your younger sister.  I said you would be punished if you did not ensure the rules were followed.  What maniac would allow a little girl to go wandering outside with no one supervising or watching over her?  She is in sixth grade.  You are in high school.  You should have stopped her from going outside.  You should have told her to finish her homework.”

Mrs. Barham felt Miranda give up fighting and just cry and try to breathe.  Soon after she let up.  Miranda was positioned in a different corner.

After about 30 minutes, Mrs. Barham told Miranda to return to her homework.  Molly was called to the sink.  She duck-walked with her hands on her head over to the sink.  Mrs. Barham took the bar of soap from her mouth and allowed her two small drinks of water.

“That’s enough.  You can savor the soapy taste while you complete your homework.  And if you ever use language like that around me or in my house, I will feed you the soap.  Don’t speak.  Do your homework and don’t get up from the table.  And you can both sit there and ponder your painful tushes.”  Mrs. Barham went out of the room.

Miranda tried to get Molly’s attention.  Molly just shook her head and worked on the homework.  She never looked up or stopped working until Mrs. Barham told them it was time for chores.  Both girls continued to quietly sob and their noses were dribbling.

The girls were told to vacuum and cleanup the first floor.  They dusted all the surfaces and items on display.  Trash was gathered and put by the back door.  Molly was told to empty the dishwasher.  Miranda cleaned the downstairs bathroom. 

After dinner, the girls read with Mrs. Barham.  Soon, they were sent off to shower and get ready for bed.  Both Molly and Miranda were so shaken up by the discipline session they forgot to talk to Mrs. Barham about the bet.

Chapter 10

Wednesday morning was a repeat of Tuesday.  The girls boarded the bus with all the parents wishing them a good day.  None of them asked why Molly was going to school. 

Molly was deep in her thoughts when she heard Miss Jennings speak louder than usual.  “Molly, I asked you a question.”

Molly looked up as if dragged from a trance.  She had no idea what the question was.  Why would this woman want to talk to her?  “I’m sorry, mam.  Could you repeat the question please?”  Molly tried to paste on a smile and looked directly at the teacher.  She felt foolish.  Like a kid not paying attention in class.  Which as she pondered it, was exactly what she was doing.  She was in a sixth grade class, as a student and she had no idea what they were doing.  She wasn’t even sure what subject they were studying.

“Miss Parker, I asked you the question twice.  See me after class when the others go to recess.”

Now Molly was really worried.  Up until now, everything had skated along pretty good since she was new.  But apparently the teacher was done with the kid gloves.

As Molly approached the teacher after class, she saw that a discipline form was being filled out.  She knew what it was because she had seen a number of them from Miranda over the years.  Discipline forms had to be taken home and signed by a parent to acknowledge that they were aware their child had been disciplined.  Amazingly, the first thought Molly had was, who would she need to have sign the form?

“Molly,” Miss Jennings began, “I usually wait a while before sending a new student to the principal.  But your homework demonstrates a pretty good understanding of the material, while you are basically paying no attention in class.  You’ve only been here three days and you sit and daydream all day long.  You need to focus on your school work when you are in school.  Daydream when you are at home.  You are not a little child.  Take this to the office.”

Mrs. Barham was clearly taken aback when Molly entered the office holding a discipline form.  She just shook her head. 

“Well miss Molly, what have you gone and done now?” Mrs. Barham asked.

Taking the form from Molly, she could tell that Molly was upset.  She almost looked like she was shaking.  “Molly go sit on that wooden bench.  And I better not see you fidgeting.”

Mrs. Barham took the form into the principal’s office.  She discussed the new student who was not paying attention.  The principal asked Mrs. Barham to bring the girl in. 

Molly was standing in front of the principal’s desk with her hands at her sides.  Mrs. Barham was in the doorway.

“Young lady I don’t remember the last time a new girl was sent to my office for daydreaming on their third day in school.  Do we have you in the wrong grade?  We have a lot of daydreamers in our kindergarten class.  Sometimes we even have a few daydreamers in first grade.  Shall I put you in the first grade class?”

Molly was wide-eyed.  Fear shown on her face.  All she could think was; she didn’t want to be in first grade.  “NO, please.  Don’t put me in first grade.” She begged. “I’m so sorry.”

“Maybe I should call your mother.  Your mother and I have talked often over the years when Miranda was in the grade school.  I’m sure she would not appreciate your behavior.  You look just like a smaller version of your mother.  But, I doubt your mother would be sitting around daydreaming.  Should I call her and ask her how to deal with this situation?”  The principal was staring her in the eyes.  She had no idea Molly was actually the mother.  Molly was mortified. 

Molly stuttered, “No mam.  Please don’t call my mother.  I am very sorry.”

“Well, you owe the apology to your class and to your teacher.  But if you come back to me again, we may just have you attend first grade for a while.  When you convince the first grade teacher you are capable and willing, we may consider moving you back up.  Of course, first graders typically move on to second grade.  So it might be a while before you see your friends in sixth grade again.”  Then in a very firm voice she added menacingly pausing between words, “Do … I … make … myself … clear?”

“Yes mam.  You won’t see me again.  I’ll be a good girl.  You’ll see.”  Molly was blubbering just like all the little school girls did after a strong tongue lashing.

“Mrs. Barham will see to your discipline.  Three swats should be sufficient, I think.”  And Molly was dismissed.

Molly followed Mrs. Barham down to another room in the office and Mrs. Barham opened the door.  As she closed the door, Mrs. Barham was shaking her head, “Oh little Molly, little Molly, what are we going to do with you?  You are supposed to be found out as older than you appear.  And yet, now I find out you are trying to get demoted to a lower grade.  I’m very disappointed in you, young lady.  Why don’t you go over to the table and lean over it?  Grab the far side.  That’s right.  Take a deep breath.”

Mrs. Barham laid three swats evenly spaced on Molly’s behind.  Due to the previous night’s spanking, she was still sore.  But, since it was not on the bare, it was not as painful.  In spite of that, Molly found herself crying and apologizing.

“Stand up.  Wipe your tears.  That is the mildest spanking we give.  You are new and that is why.  Come back again and you’ll realize how lucky you were.  Now I will give you a copy of your discipline form to be signed by your parent or guardian.  Bring it back to the office tomorrow morning.  Here is a hall pass, now get back to your class.”

Molly scurried down the hall to her classroom.  And she felt like it was her classroom.  She certainly didn’t want to be assigned to some first grade room.  No, this was her room and she was going to make sure that while she was here, she was not going back to that office again. 

For the rest of the day, Molly didn’t daydream at all.  She paid attention and even raised her hand to answer a few questions. 

The rest of the day was a blur.  Molly was silent on the bus.  After disembarking, Molly turned and headed straight for Mrs. Barham’s home.  Once inside, Molly quickly sat down and pulled out her homework.  Miranda followed suit while studying her mother’s behavior and wondering what had happened.

After homework, Mrs. Barham had the girls spend about 15 minutes out in the yard picking up sticks and any trash that had blown into the yard.  The two of them traipsed around the yard still wearing their school uniforms.  After that, she had them dust and vacuum the living room and the book shelves.

Before dinner, Molly asked Mrs. Barham who was going to sign her discipline form.  Mrs. Barham had Molly sign the form and then she countersigned it. 

Following dinner, they all read for a while and at 7:45, Molly put her books in her book bag and headed up to take a shower.  Mrs. Barham was very happy.  Miranda was stunned.  She realized that Mrs. Barham seemed to be pleased and she stowed her things and retreated to the bedroom before being told to do so. 

The two girls in their childish nighties climbed into bed and turned the lights off.  After Mrs. Barham had said good night and gone back downstairs, Miranda tried to get Molly’s attention.

“What happened to you?” Miranda whispered.

“Nothing happened.  I am just trying to do as I am told and do what I agreed to do so this can all be over.  Now be quiet, I don’t want to get in trouble again.”

Miranda laid in bed and pondered the situation. 

Chapter 11

By Thursday morning the girls were in a routine.  They were dressed and downstairs in plenty of time.  After breakfast, they quickly left for the bus.  The girls rode silently on the bus to school.  Molly gave the signed discipline form to Miss Jennings at the end of homeroom. 

Molly moved to class and got her things set up perfectly.  During the day, Molly raised her hand when she knew the answers and went out of her way to participate and demonstrate the she knew the material and was participating as expected.  Several of the other girls noticed her change in attitude.  The day passed without incident and no one identified her as an adult in kids clothing. 

Upon their return on the bus, Molly again headed directly for Mrs. Barham’s home and set up to do her homework. 

After dinner, chores and reading, Mrs. Barham sat down with the girls for a few minutes.

“Girls, today was a good day.  Everyone stayed out of trouble and we seem to be living up to expectations.  If we can complete the week with a positive attitude and proper behavior, we may be able to discuss a resolution to our little bet.  Remember, it’s not over till I say it is.  I expect you to continue to behave and follow the rules.  Do you understand?”

Both girls nodded. 

Soon the girls were off to bed. As they lay in bed Miranda tried to get Molly to talk to her.  Molly turned towards her.

“Molly, Mom what is going on?  You’re acting weird.”

“Miranda, I stopped and evaluated the situation.  As hard as it is to believe, the only way out of this predicament is to accept that someone else is in charge.  I have decided that is what I will do.  I will follow the rules and work to do whatever is required.  I can’t afford to pay off the price of forfeiting the bet early.  Once you are declared the winner, we can get our lives back on track.  Till then, you are the big sister and I am going to do what I am told to do while trying to find some enjoyment in each day.”

Molly continued, “While we both bear responsibility, I acted irresponsibly and in a childish way in accepting this bet and allowing this situation to happen.  As the adult, I should have known better.  But, I understand the consequences of the agreement I made with Mrs. Barham and with you.  And I will do what I have to do.”

Molly paused while looking her daughter in the eyes with a serious look.

Molly continued, “Go to sleep.”  And, Molly rolled over.

Miranda was stunned.  She lay in bed looking up at the ceiling.  She rolled her mother’s words over in her mind.  She thought, my mom is going to wear the school uniform and whatever clothes Mrs. Barham tells her to.  She is going to grade school and trying to fit in.  She figured out what she was supposed to do and she going to do it.  It feels like she learned a lesson I should have been learning.  With that thought in mind, Miranda tried to fall asleep. 

Chapter 12

On Friday, both girls were dressed and on their way in plenty of time for the bus.

Miranda was sitting with a couple of friends near the front of the bus.  Molly was 5 rows back sitting by herself.  As soon as the bus started moving, two girls across the aisle started taunting Molly.  Miranda was paying no attention to the activity in the back of the bus. 

Kathy Martin and Jenny Young were in Molly’s class and they did not look happy. 

Jenny looked at Kathy, “Kathy, look it’s the new girl, Molly.  Hello Molly.” She stated in a syrupy sarcastic voice. 

Molly was unsure what was happening.  But, she did not want to cause trouble.  She figured that if she went along with these girls, she could avoid trouble.  She looked at Jenny and said, “Hello.”  She then looked out the window. 

Kathy continued, “Jenny, isn’t Molly that new girl that knows all the answers?”

“Why yes, she is.”

Molly was trying to ignore the girls. 

Kathy asked, “And she is just dying to become the teacher’s newest favorite.  She’s special can’t you tell.  What makes you so special, Molly?”

Molly reacted, “I don’t want to be the teacher’s pet.  I was just answering questions.”

Kathy responded, “Of course you were.  Just trying to show how smart you are.”

“No that’s not it.”

Jenny added, “She probably has an apple for the teacher.  We should grab her homework and the apple.  That would teach her.  Then we could be special.  She won’t have her homework and we can give the teacher the apple.”

Suddenly, Jenny and Kathy were trying to pull Molly’s book bag from her.  Pushing and shoving was involved and Molly started slapping at the girls to get them to back off.  Molly was pulling back and telling them to let go.

Other children started to yell.  As with many child related fights, this one quickly engulfed the back of the bus.  Most of the kids knew Jenny and Kathy and therefore, many were trying to hold down Molly. 

Molly felt like she was being crushed.  Her heart was racing and while her survival instincts were kicking in, she could not move with all the kids holding her down. 

Suddenly, there was even more yelling and it felt like kids were being ripped from above.  As the pressure let up, someone kept yelling, “Get off of her.  Leave her alone.”

As people backed off, Molly felt someone embrace her in a hug and pull her towards the front of the bus.  Molly felt someone holding her and stroking her hair. 

The bus had stopped and the driver was yelling at everyone to sit down and shut up. 

Molly looked up and saw Miranda holding her.  Miranda had saved her.  Miranda said, “I’ve got you.  It’s Okay.  It’s all over now.” 

“Like heck it is!” yelled the bus driver as she stormed down the aisle. “I have never seen such behavior on my bus.  I will be writing all of you up.  I don’t even want to hear explanations.  Tell it to the principal.”

Molly and Miranda were stunned and as the bus driver said the word Principal, Molly involuntarily mumbled, “Oh shit!”

The bus driver had been heading back to the front of the bus.  She swung around and stared right at Molly and said, “And, I don’t allow such language on my bus.”

The bus was deadly silent as they restarted their journey.  By the time they got to school, everyone knew there was going to be trouble.  They were sent to their classes and told that a report would be made. 

Miranda kept telling Molly it was not her fault.  She said they would explain it to the principal. 

Molly moved to her desk and set things up oblivious to her surroundings.  She felt like she was in a haze.  Had everything she had done been wiped out by some little brats on the bus?  What was she going to do?  Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted.

“Miss Parker, do you have a moment to help us?  Why yesterday you seemed to know everything.  Today, you are back in dreamland.  Well, share your wisdom with us.”  Miss Jennings was staring at Molly.  Molly had no idea what class they were even studying.

“I’m sorry Miss Jennings, could you repeat the question?”  The question came out almost begging.  Molly was trying her best not to break down. 

Kathy and Jenny were snickering.

Miss Jennings shook her head.  “See me after class Miss Parker.”

Chapter 13

As Molly slowly entered the office, it was clear the Mrs. Barham was not happy.

“Well, if it isn’t little Molly.  I haven’t sent for you yet.  Wait, is that another discipline form in your hand?”

Molly just nodded her head and handed it over.

“Well Miss Molly, as winner of the triple-crown award for the day, I am honored to be the appointed person to deliver your first rewards.  Let’s go across the hall for a minute.” 

Mrs. Barham led Molly into the girls’ room and shut the door.

Mrs. Barham turned to Molly and said, “I understand that after your incident on the bus this morning you felt the need to use cuss words on one of our busses.  Is that correct?”

Molly was stunned.  This was not what she expected and she thought she would be talking to the principal about this.  But, she found herself nodding while looking at the floor.  She looked just like any other little girl Mrs. Barham dealt with. 

Mrs. Barham continued, “Well we have a long history of dealing with such situations.”

Molly noticed the washcloth in Mrs. Barham’s hand and she had a bad feeling.  Mrs. Barham turned on the water and began soaping up the washcloth while she lectured Molly on language and the use of inappropriate language in HER school. 

Molly found herself backing up towards the door.  It was instinctual.  The fear, the urge to get away was overwhelming.

Suddenly, Mrs. Barham stepped towards her, grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back to the sink.  And as Molly started to shriek, the washcloth found a home.  Mrs. Barham began to piston the soap impacted rag in and out of Molly’s mouth.  Her hand turned as her fingers wobbled around ensuring the soapy cloth touched every exposed piece of inner mouth, tooth and tongue.  The froth which was building up invaded Molly’s throat.  Molly was crying and trying to pull away. 

“People associated with our school do not use naughty words.  I have no idea where you hear these words.  But you will not use them again.  Is that understood?”

Molly was trying to nod.  It was not clear that Mrs. Barham was paying any attention.  She was reciting a mantra which was associated with this punishment. 

Foam was pouring from Molly’s mouth while she swallowed the rest. 

Molly tried to tell her to stop and she tried to agree that she would do as she was told.   Mrs. Barham continued to berate Molly as she would any other child. 

Finally, Mrs. Barham paused.  She pushed most of the rag into molly’s mouth and told her to leave it there. 

Molly tried not to suck on the rag, but her mouth continued to generate saliva and this generated a constant drip of soapy water down her throat 

Mrs. Barham grabbed her arm and pulled her back across the hall to the office.  Molly found herself back in the rear office where discipline was administered. 

“Well Little Molly, it seems that today was not your day.  And it seems unlikely that someone will come to your rescue and identify you as that other person you pretended to be.  In fact, you may not be able to hold onto your present position for much longer.  That grade demotion is looking much more likely.  But that is for later.  For now, I need to deal with your classroom problems.  You know what to do.  Go over to the table and lean over it?  Grab the far side.  That’s right.  Take a deep breath.  And don’t you dare let that wash rag fall out of your mouth.  Bite down on it hard.”

Molly awaited the swats.  However, Mrs. Barham flipped up the back of her skirt and suddenly whisked her panties down to her knees.  This was not going to be a spanking on her clothes.

As Molly tried to protest, Mrs. Barham laid the first swat dead center on Molly’s behind.  What followed were five more swats spread out evenly from her upper thighs and on both globes of her bottom.  Each stroke seemed harder than the last.  Tears streamed down Molly’s cheeks.  She could barely breathe and kept sucking in more soapy water. 

Mrs. Barham took her arm and dragged her to the front corner of the office beside the door and placed her facing the corner.  Her skirt draped down.  But her panties were around her ankles now. 

“Stand still.  Face the corner.  Place your hands on your head and interlace your fingers.  Do not fidget.  Stand here and think about your infractions.”

Mrs. Barham walked over to her desk, sat down and began working.

Molly was standing in the corner with a soapy rag in her mouth.  Her panties were at her ankles and her red bottom and thighs were on display below her skirt to all who entered the office.

It was at that moment that Wendy Drake, a friend and the mother of one of Miranda’s best friends entered the office.  Molly in her school uniform saw Wendy out of the corner of her eye and she immediately recognized her voice. 

It was the ultimate torture.  Molly prayed that Wendy would recognize her.  She would win the bet and this would all be over.  It was the easy escape.  But, Molly would never live this down.  She didn’t want to be identified as the adult dressed in a school girl uniform and beaten for misbehavior.  No!  At this point identification might be worse than losing the bet. 

Mrs. Barham asked Wendy if she had seen Miranda’s mom around lately.  Wendy said no.  And they both wondered what she was up to. 

Mrs. Barham quipped that the little girls grow up so quickly.  She nodded towards Molly as she said, “Even the trouble makers like Little Molly here.”

Wendy looked over at Molly and shook her head.  “Little girls never seem to learn.  By the time she gets into fourth or fifth grade she’ll learn to avoid these types of punishment.  Little girls just need to act out before they can grow up.”

Wendy complimented Mrs. Barham on keeping the girls in line.  They were both discussing Little Molly’s red Bottom on display for all to see. Laughing together.  It never even occurred to Wendy that she was an adult.  Molly just quietly cried. 

Molly was convinced her time in grade school was not quite over.  In fact, at this moment, she wondered if she might be headed for first grade.  How long would Mrs. Barham put up with this situation?  It had to be crimping her lifestyle.  And Molly worried about how long it could go on.  She could not afford to be indentured to Barham as a maid, so she could not afford to quit the bet.  But if they demoted her how long would it be before she was returned to her own class?  Suddenly she realized that she was thinking of the sixth grade class as HER class and she was praying she could get back there.  She felt on the verge of a breakdown.  Her entire sense of reality seemed to be changing.  Apparently, her friend Wendy Drake thought she was in second grade.  She continued to sniffle and cry waiting for the third punishment to be meted out. 

She thought to herself, “How could things get any worse?”