Chapter 1

"Now I'm telling you for the last time." Her mum yelled at her. "Any more trouble and you are out!"

Debbie gave a resigned little sigh and looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Look mum I'm twenty two years old, not a child anymore."

"Yes and it's about time you started to act like it." She grabbed a bag and thrust it at her daughter. "Now go and do that shopping and be quick about it!"

As Debbie made for the door her mum stopped her. "But Debbie I do mean what I say, I've had enough of you and the trouble you cause. If I hear one more thing then you will have to find somewhere else to live."

"Ok mum I get it, I'll behave." She left the house, pulling the door too behind her. She tugged down the short skirt that she was wearing and pulled her cardigan closer around her.

"Good morning Debbie."

Debbie pulled a little face and then smiled sweetly at the little older man looking over the garden fence. "Good morning Mr. Groves."

"Been fighting with your mum again?" there was a sneer in his voice and a look in his eye that made Debbie nervous.

"Just a little bit Mr. Groves, I'm sure that she'll calm down before I get back." She gave him another little smile and then went on her way.

It took her about an hour to finish the shopping and by the time she got home she was feeling hot and bothered and more than a little bit irritable. She turned the handle on the back door only to find it locked. "Oh mum!"

She searched her pocket for her front door key to find it empty. "Shit!" she muttered savagely. Her mum had obviously had to go out and had locked all the doors.

She placed the shopping bag just inside the porch and sat down on the door step. This was just not her day!

She picked up a stone that was lying on the floor and threw it savagely. The stone flew across the fence and to Debbie's horror there was the sound of glass shattering.

She swallowed nervously and peeped over the fence. Mr. Groves shed window had a massive hole in it and Mr. Groves was standing there furiously.

"God Mr. Groves I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"Where's your mum Debbie. I think I need to talk to her about fixing this."

"Mum's had to go out." She looked at him anxiously. "Please Mr. Groves don't tell my mum, she'll be so angry with me!" she licked her lips nervously. "Maybe I can pay for the damage?"

"Oh? Have you finally got off your lazy backside and got yourself a job then?" he sneered cruelly.

"No." She whimpered. "Maybe I could work it off?"

The fury left him in a heartbeat and he smiled a smile that made Debbie want to throw up.

"Then I guess you had better come over here and we can discuss it." He told her firmly.

She walked slowly around to Mr. Groves back garden and was surprised to find him standing by his shed door. "In here if you please Debbie." He told her coldly.

"Aren't we going into the house?" she asked nervously.

"No, Mrs. Groves is having some work done in the living room so it stinks real bad in there."

She followed him inside his shed and felt the panic overtake her when he closed the door and locked it.

He sat down on a hard uncomfortable looking chair and grinned at her maliciously. "So then what are we going to do about it?"

Debbie swallowed miserably. "I don't know." She whispered.

"You can't afford to pay for the damage." He went on coldly, "and you really, really don't want your mum to find out."

She nodded.

"So then I think that I need to punish you for your thoughtless behaviour."

She looked at him in horror. "What do you mean punish me?"

"Well now." He rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully. "I think two dozen should do it."

She blinked at him he didn't mean! Couldn't mean!

"So come on then girl!" he roared at her. "Get over here and bend over my lap."

Reality fled out of that broken window and Debbie walked over as if in a trance. She stretched and bent over his bony knees.

Mr. Groves lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties so that her bottom was bare. He stroked her cheeks a couple of time with his dirty sweaty hands and gave an evil little chuckle. Debbie whimpered and then let out a yell as he brought his hand down hard on her bottom.

"Now then Debbie, you need to keep count for me, and don't forget to say thank you for each one."

Slap! "Ouch! One, thank you Mr. Groves!" Debbie sobbed.

"That's a good girl we'll get you trained yet!" he muttered.

Slap! "ooooh! Two, thank you Mr. Groves!"

And so it went on with each slap it hurt Debbie a little bit more and with each slap she felt Mr. Groves get more excited. It was mortifying to Debbie that about half way through she found that her pussy was getting wet.

Slap! "oowww! Twenty four thank you Mr. Groves.