The Chaperone

The Chaperone

By Daring Diane

"Excuse me, young lady," a voice boomed down the hall.

I looked around and saw someone's matronly mother looking towards me.

"Who? Me?"

"Yes! You." She was walking down the hotel hall towards me.  I was between her room and the next set of doors heading for the ice machine.  "What is your name?"

"Well miss busybody, my name is Suzanne Treemont, as if that is any business of yours.  And, what is your name, like I care." My attitude was probably a little obnoxious, but hey, who did she think she was?

"I am Mrs. Martin, Suzy.  Are you Maureen Treemont's little sister?" 

I hated the nickname Suzy.  "Yes Maureen is my older sister. Do you know her?"  I wasn't sure why we were having this conversation.

"Yes, I know her.  Look, I'm the head chaperone for the scouts on this trip.  Can you please step into my room for a minute so we can discuss a few things?" 

As we stepped towards her room, I again asked myself why I had agreed to chaperone my older sister's Girl Scout troop on this trip to Yellowstone Park.  All of the troops in the area were here for a four day weekend to work on scout stuff.  At 23 years old, I really did not want to spend a long weekend with a bunch of kids.  But Maureen's daughter got sick at the last moment and she had to stay home with her.  If I hadn't agreed to escort the girls, their weekend would have been called off.  Maureen said my niece and god daughter would be harassed for ruining everyone's weekend.  Maureen said I owed her and I really did.  On the spur of the moment, I agreed without really knowing what was involved. 

Now, here I was after a long drive being harassed by someone's mother.  I did not need anymore headaches today.  I just wanted to get some ice, have a drink and relax.  My sister's troop mates harassed me the entire trip.  We rode in Maureen's minivan and these girls were just crazy.  I know I wasn't like that at their age.  They whined about the music.  I brought the wrong kind of drinks.  No snacks.  They didn't like their uniforms.  Then they would start chattering like a wild bunch of birds.  I finally laid down the law.  It was my car and they would do things my way.  I told them if they didn't like the uniforms, then they should not have joined scouting.  The food and drinks were here and they would have to eat what I provided since I was in charge.  I don't have a lot of experience with kids, but while they seemed pissed off at my orders, they got the message and things calmed down. 

As I got closer to Mrs. Martin, I realized that she was much larger than me.  She was about 5 foot ten inches tall and around 200 pounds.  She was wearing a sweater and skirt combination. While not skinny, she seemed to be in reasonably good shape.  This might not seem like a big deal but I have always been on the small side of things and I had not intended to see anyone tonight.  Wearing a red bra and cotton camisole top with spaghetti straps along with my cotton pajama pants, I was certainly not dressed for meeting people.  At only 4 foot 11 inches tall I was actually shorter than several of the girls that had ridden with me. 

Upon entering the room, Mrs. Martin closed the door and grabbed my arm.  "What do you think you are wearing young lady?" 

Stunned, I said, "My casual clothes.  What business is it of yours?"

As she pulled me into the room, I realized she had large hands and a really good grip.  "You have some mouth on you, Suzy.  Does Maureen always let you treat people this way?"

"What are you talking about?  Maureen doesn't let me do anything. I wear what I want."

"Where is your scouting uniform?"

"I don't have a scouting uniform.  Maureen asked me to come on this trip and ..." 

Suzanne was cut off by Mrs. Martin.  "Look.  You represent our city and the scouts.  I will not put up with this.  You have to follow the rules.  Everyone has to wear a uniform.  Luckily, I brought a few extra uniforms along for emergencies."

"But your attitude and your mouth need some adjustment."

"Why you old bat.  Mind your own business. I ...."

My words stopped as I was whisked through the air and in one sweeping motion Mrs. Martin deposited herself sitting on the end of one of the two double beds in the room and pulled me across her lap.  Speechless.  As I was trying to regain my bearings, she pulled down my pants. 

"What in the Lord's name are you wearing?"

She was looking at my thong from Victoria's Secret.  "A thong.  What does it look like?  Let me up you witch."  I guess my mouth has always been out there getting me in trouble. 

With that, I felt a stunning pain as my ass was on fire.  She was spanking me.  And it did not seem to stop.  Soon, I was crying and begging her to stop.  I felt like a child.  I had not been spanked in years.  After about 20 swats, I heard her trying to ask me a question. 

"Are you going to be good?"

"What are you talking about?"

After another 5 swats I said I would be good.  The crying and the begging continued.  During this process another lady had come out of the bathroom and was observing the situation. 

I heard her say, "This one has a bad attitude and is dressed like a stripper.  We'll get her back in line."  They both nodded and the beating continued. 

"Are you going to talk back to me?"

I was begging her to stop and I quickly agreed to stop the back talk.

"You'll do as you're told."

"What? No, you don't understand...."  After another few swats I agreed to do as I was told. 

"You understand that from now on you will wear the uniform I provide proudly and that we won't see anymore of this slut-wear?"

"Yes."  I agreed to anything.

Yes, I would do as I was told.  I would follow the rules. 

I had lost all dignity.  I was beaten.  I was pant-less in a room with two older women that had decided to straighten me out.  I felt like a kid getting a beating which is the situation I guess they felt they were in. 

She paused.  "Maureen had to stay home with her daughter?" 

"Yes" I explained.

"And you rode down with the other girls from her troop?"

"Yes."

"And who are you rooming with?"

"No one.  I'm in Maureen's room."

"I don't think so. We need to know what you are doing and that is not one of the options."

"Wait, it's my room..."  I was interrupted by two stinging swats.

"Hush" 

I did.  I was scared to death.  Trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.  What would I tell Maureen?  How would I explain this?

Suddenly, she whisked the thong off of me and stood me up.  She started to remove my camisole and there was no fight left in me.  As she removed my bra, she said, "Who bought you this slutty padded bra?  You have barely any development.  You should be wearing proper undergarments."

Granted, I was a little underdeveloped.  And, I was self-conscious about it.  I wore padding for work.  But at this moment I was still in abject fear of this woman and her friend.  Here I was nude and stripped in front of two strangers.  They had just spanked me.  Basically, beat the life out of me.  As if that wasn't enough, now she was berating me for being underdeveloped and she didn't like my underwear choices.

"Can I please put my clothes back on?"

Ssssslllllaaaap..  "Be still and stand in the corner.  NOW! And, Be Quiet!"

I scurried into the corner.  I felt like I was lucky to escape and I quickly leaned into the corner looking out into the room.  I held my hands in front of my upper and lower privates.  The two women were consulting on the other side of the room.

"Turn around."  I did.  Here I was a twenty-three year old woman standing nude with my nose in the corner like a naughty school child.  I felt like a child.  I couldn't think straight.  What was wrong with me?  How did I get here?  I began to cry again.  I couldn't help it. 

I heard some movement on the other side of the room. Mrs. Martin said, "Here girl, put on some underwear." 

As I half turned around, she placed in my hand a colored pair of underpants with little multi-colored flowers on them that were clearly meant for a grade schooler.  As I began to say something, I heard a swish and my butt was inflamed again.  "Put them on.  No back talk."

I scrambled to pull them on and was surprised to find they fit.  She then handed me a white camisole undershirt.  I looked up at her and could see in her eyes that any backtalk was useless.  I slipped the shirt on.  Mrs. Martin surprised me by tucking the shirt into my underpants. 

Her friend handed me a light blue short sleeve button down blouse.  I put it on.  A brown pair of skorts was next followed by brown knee socks.  I was so out of it, I was not paying attention to the clothes or their implication. 

As Mrs. Martin said, "You will wear these clothes for the rest of the time we are here.  Now let's go talk to the other girls."  I turned and she slipped my arms into a brown vest with colorful patches sewed on.  Her friend placed a beanie on my head.  In the mirror I saw myself, as a Brownie?

"I'm not wearing a Brownie uniform. I'mmm…"

Swattttt.

"You will do as you are told.  And from this point forward you will earn additional spankings for speaking out of turn.  Children should be seen and not heard.  At your age, you should have learned that."

I was crying and trying to remember when I graduated from Brownies to Girl Scouts.  I think it was ...... it was fourth grade.  So Mrs. Martin thinks I am in second or third grade.  So in my new life I am what, eight years old?   I was crying so hard I was having trouble breathing.  How was I going to get out of this?  I couldn't talk and therefore I could not explain my situation. 

As I was led down the hall, Mrs. Martin knocked on one of the doors and we walked in.  Mrs. Martin said to the people in the room, "Mrs. Jenson, girls, We've gotten Suzy a uniform and now she will feel more at home in our activities for the rest of the weekend." 

Mrs. Jenson continued, "As I explained to you, you will be responsible for watching Suzy for the rest of our trip.  I don't know how we got this far into the weekend without realizing someone had to take responsibility for our little friend here.  Mrs. Martin is bringing Suzy in now.  Suzy is Mrs. Treemont's younger sister."

"Suzy has been a little upset by our requirements that she wear the appropriate uniform.  She was wearing some slutty clothes that I will be reporting to her sister.  I'm sure she will deal with the situation when we get back home.  We had to discipline Suzy, but she has agreed to stop her backtalk and to do as she is told from now on.  Obviously, we can't have her staying in a room by herself.  So, Patty, you and the rest of the girls are essentially babysitting Suzy for the rest of our trip, when she is not in her Brownie activities."

As Suzy looked up, she was horrified to find that the "girls" were the girls she had driven with all day long.  They all had smiles from ear to ear.  Cat eating the canary smiles.  Suzy started crying, again.