Teacher in the Family

11 - Detrimental Favours

NOTE: This story involves Saskia and a needy mother and child. It plays into her growing desires and need to stop them. Involves an ottoman and a paddle.  I kinda hurried through the rewrite so again, forgive any errors. 

 Saskia pulled up to the house and a quick check showed she was right on time. Almost nine o'clock. The house, a cross between victorian and modern stylings, was all white glazed brick giving it a unique appearance. There were two levels and a basement if the small rectangular windows just above the ground were any indication, and a new metal shingled roof. The yard was large with an equally sized garage in back. A newer Lexus sat in the driveway and lights were inside on.

Turning the vehicle off, Saskia looked again at the information sent to her, hoping somehow it was wrong. Nope, right house. Shit!

The dark haired woman leaned back and took a few deep breaths wishing she hadn't agreed to do Moira a favour. The woman had forwarded her name to a friend of hers who was in dire need of the teacher's brand of discipline to help wrangle in an out of control daughter. Fact was, that after that incident with Ryder and Sam, Saskia's tumultuous feelings of need and power were swirling with angst, roaring to be let loose. This favour was not helping in managing her desires one little bit, in fact it was feeding the fire so to speak.

"Ok," she said reviewing the email once more.

 

Thanks for doing this Saskia, I really appreciate it. And so will Laura.

Anyways, Laura is a good friend of mine, a single parent and is having the hardest time dealing with her daughter Charlie. The girl attitude and deplorable. She is  vulgar towards her mother, swears constantly, does not obey any rules, attends school when she wants, and has even hit Laura on a few occasions. I have told her of the wondrous results you have achieved with my Sam and Ryder from what I hear. I really do hope you can help her.

Thank you in advance.

All the Best,

Moira Lower.

Saskia shook her head and wondered how it was that she was becoming the local disciplinarian to parents unwilling to spank their own kids.

Heaving herself out of the car, she made it to the house and rang the door bell. It was a wonder how any parent could possibly allow their teen to hit them. If she ever tried that with her parents, they would have taken a dozen switches to her hindquarters. NEVER was that acceptable, especially for a teen that was getting too big for her britches. 

The door opened and a petite brunet standing no more than five feet greeted her. "You must be Mrs. Rose?" 

No wonder she can't discipline her daughter on her own, she's simply too small. 

"Uhm, yes I am. Moira Lower forwarded me your situation and thought I could help." 

Laura smiled gratefully, her face softening noticeably. "Please, come in."

Shortly there after, Saskia found herself at the kitchen table with tea and hor d'oeuvres fresh from the oven. 

Odd how every tea I've share with someone in the last two months revolved around spanking. Interesting. 

"So, please tell me more about Charlie." Saskia prompted. 

Laura's face just fell, a heavy burden of weariness etched her lovely face more than it should have. "My daughter really is a sweet kid Mrs. Rose,"