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Mother Spanks Daughter – The Best Friend

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This is probably one of the longest short stories that I have written and it took me the best part of the day to complete and edit. Even then it is only 6,250 words long,  but it felt like I wrote 30,000 words. You have the opportunity to leave feedback if you want. At the end of part one of this story I left a form for users to submit their ideas as to what they wanted to see in part 2. Many of you will see that I have included some of those ideas as best as I can. Once you read the story,  if you feel like leaving feedback or making a suggestion for part 3 then I will welcome it all,  whether positive or negative.

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There are always bits of real life that are added to stories and the reason that I chose the year 1986 was because of a film that came out in 1983. 1986 was chosen because it was the year before I moved to America. In the 1983 film,  Joysticks,  Joe Don Baker tells his fully grown daughter,  Corinne Bohrer,  that she is not to old for a spanking. It was really hot and it spoke to me of a different time. So before the story,  know that a quick one liner gave me some inspiration,  and when you picture the scene described,  here is an image from the same film of the type of panties that girls wore in the 1980’s. Now onto the story,  I hope that you like it. To avoid any confusion Brittney and Bri are the same person,  likewise Elaine and Lainey are also the same person.

Before you read the story does include a lot of memories of spankings since past,  these include M/F,  F/F,  F/M and M/M. If that is not going to interest you then just look at the panty covered spankable bottoms below and move on  🙂

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  The Best Friend

Back in 1986 it was a different time, especially in Texas. It was long before a more liberal movement started to emerge regarding the use of corporal punishment, indeed, in this particular town if you weren’t subject to spankings growing up then you were one of the unusual ones. Sparing the rod and spoiling the child was as common as hot dinners.

The fact that Elaine’s mom still spanked her at 18,  going on 19,  wasn’t entirely unheard of at all,  especially considering that Mrs. Ferris had received her last strapping at the hands of her own mother when she was 20 years old. The old premise was more common than not,  as long as you are living under this roof you will follow my rules,  and the consequences for breaking those rules would be carried out the old fashioned way.

It wasn’t the same for everyone,  it had been four years since the F bomb had dropped out of Bri’s mouth. Four years since she was last staring at the carpet as the Paternal hand stopped the spanking to draw the last remaining piece of protection down over an already well spanked bottom,  and four years since she had to carry her father’s strap to the shed with him in tow to enforce to his charge that it would be the last time she ever dropped the F bomb in his house.

Even to this day she remembers walking to the shed with tears running down her cheeks,  hoping against all hope that nobody in the neighborhood was looking out of their window as she did the walk of shame. Fourteen well placed swings of the belt later on her bare bottom had her dancing all over the shed and promising that she will never again utter a curse word. She wasn’t just promising her dad,  she was also promising herself.

Four years had passed,  and even though she was about to turn 19,  she also knew that if she ever dared mutter so much as a single curse word in front of her Father then she knew exactly where she would end up,  that much was a guarantee. The strap still hung in his room,  even though it hadn’t been used at all for nearly three whole years,  and Bri would only have to glance at it sideways for her stomach to start flipping knots. It’s not like the spankings themselves weren’t something to be afraid of anyway,  but when the strap came into play and either herself,  her brother or her sister had to carry it to the shed with their father walking behind them,  the whole process took on a whole new psychological torment. Just the mere thought of carrying the strap that was going to be applied to her own bottom would make her go weak at the knees,  and even now just catching a glimpse of it would make her blush a deep red.

The fact that Elaine still got spanked was never really spoken about,  but Bri was fully aware,  just as she was aware of all of her other friends who were still subject to some parental discipline,  so it wasn’t unusual in that aspect. So when she called Elaine’s house two days later to make plans and her mom informed her that she was grounded for breaking curfew,  it was with a sympathetic nod that Bri mentally accepted that she was grounded on a spanked bottom. With her birthday just two weeks away to the day she very meekly asked how long Elaine was grounded for. Mrs. Ferris was as astute as a fox and she knew the reason behind the question,  so she simply replied “As long as I come to an understanding with Elaine,  she will be able to attend your birthday plans,  Brittney”

Once the phone was placed on the receiver Brittney let out an audible sigh of relief. Her birthday was on a Sunday so that meant a Sunday brunch with her family,  church,  and then a rather conservative gathering with extended family members. It’s not that Bri would complain about any of that,  but she did want to spend the day before her birthday with Lainey and a few other friends. There was no guarantee that Elaine was going to be at church today,  but past history in any family where discipline was involved would generally mean that going to church would be the one social outing that was accepted and allowed. Bri was hoping deep down that she would at the very least get to briefly speak with Elaine later that day at church,  even if that was in the presence of both sets of families in a cordial environment.

It is worth pointing out that the discipline of the time was common place,  nobody considered it unusual and it wasn’t conducted in a spiteful manner. Each family had a lot of love involved with them and the belief was that the installation of traditional family values helped to steer a young ward into the right direction in life. Most practitioners of discipline were themselves once a recipient of the same set of traditional family values,  and they were all deemed valuable members of society. Whilst it wouldn’t be commonplace,  it also wouldn’t be completely unheard of for a girl in her early 20’s to get a good strapping in the barn should she consider herself a bit too big for her britches. There were many different variants of old horse straps and bridles which continued to serve a purpose long after they stopped being used on the horse in many a barn across this quiet town.

Punishments were almost exclusively conducted within the same family,  it would be very rare for it to take place outside of the home,  though of course paddling was still employed with gusto. In fact most of the kids growing up had also heard of the rumor that the church minister himself was the owner of a school paddle in his office,  a rumor that grew into an urban legend.

Twenty five to thirty years ago the urban legend was more than just a rumor,  the most trusted member of the community was indeed a man whose services were required by many families. Christian discipline was,  and in fact still is,  thought of as a necessary component in a family’s life,  and in the 1950’s it wasn’t unusual for the minister himself to spare the rod at the request of a parent,  normally in their presence. It became a practice that slowly disappeared over the years to a point that it only became a rumor,  and then became an urban legend. Nobody knew if it was really true,  except perhaps for the older folks who grew up during those formative years,  and they were not people who would ever entertain discussing such a topic.

Yes,  while in this small town everybody seemed to know their neighbor’s business,  there were in fact some secrets that were never spoken about. There wasn’t a single person who ever admitted that they were once paddled or spanked by the minister,  and there was likely to be the same amount of people who would never confess that their  “Have to meet with the minister”  proclamations over the subsequent years were far from being meetings to discuss the latest church fundraiser. The legend started thirty years ago,  the secrets of many an adult remains until this current day.

Elaine and her mom were ready in their Sunday dress to make their way to church. Elaine was very mindful of her situation and she would never want to disrespect her mom,  so she was a little apprehensive when she clasped her hands in front of her as she looked at the floor and meekly asked her mom a question in a little more than a whisper. “Mom,  I know that I am grounded until next week, but would it be okay if I ask Brittney what she wants to do for her birthday”?

Mrs. Ferris was a strict mother,  but she was also a warm,  loving person who valued friendships. She had no intention of restricting Elaine from speaking with Bri at church,  and in fact she appreciated that Elaine had respected her enough to ask for her permission first. With a warm smile she said that she could,  but also warning her not to abuse her freedom at church today. A very happy Elaine suppressed her happiness and politely replied  “Yes,  Mama”

Tim was also going to be at church today with his own family,  but unlike the two girls who wanted to talk with each other,  Tim on the other hand was decidedly in favor of minding his p’s and q’s. His goal was to wait for Elaine to call him and if he was able to make eye contact with her at church for a quick smile then he would see that as a victory. It was mostly based on his desire not to get Elaine in any more trouble than she was already in,  even though the process was a bit of a foreign concept to him that he didn’t fully understand.

The environment that Tim grew up in was vastly different to that of his girlfriend and Brittney,  he grew up in a very progressive family who did not believe in corporal punishment. His experiences in that field he could count on one hand,  well,  after overhearing Lainey getting spanked he had now started on the second hand. He was aware of friends getting paddled at school,  and while his parents did not allow that for him it actually wasn’t even something he had ever given more than a second thought to. He had only ever been spanked once in his life and that was during a sleepover by his best friend’s mom. He had often wondered if his friend’s mom had told his parents about it,  he certainly hadn’t. Tim was embarrassed about the whole affair and the only reason that he wouldn’t tell his parents was through the fear of disappointing them.

He could only look back at the incident with some humor. Despite being in the unusual position of staring at a carpet for the first time in his life,  he distinctly remembers a joke that he made to himself as his friend’s mom pulled his pj bottoms down. The silly joke being that if he hadn’t worn underwear then he would have had his bare bottom showing. The joke was fleeting of course,  it was soon replaced by the unbearable sound and feel of a maternal hand landing on its upended target. Tim would have sworn that it went on for half an hour,  but it lasted less than a minute as he howled and squirmed with all his might. He then had to watch through tear stained eyes as his friend got the same treatment,  though it was significantly longer and harder than what he himself had got.

Then there was the time that his friend,  TJ,  had got the belt from his dad the previous night before. The reason that this was memorable was because TJ quite happily pulled his shorts down to show all of his friends what his bottom looked like as if it were some type of trophy. Tim sat there in awe at the slightly faded red lines that seemed to adorn every inch of his friend’s hind end. He had also seen another friend very briefly dance a merry tune as his dad swung the belt,  but in that instance he was petrified and ran away as fast as he could after watching the thick leather belt land two times.

The most memorable spanking that he was a witness to was one that was forever etched in his mind that had happened many years ago. It was the only time that he had ever witnessed a full on spanking to that day,  and he wasn’t likely to ever forget it.

Tim was with a group of friends when one of their gang,  Micheal,  gleefully joined them. The reason for his joy was quite apparent very quickly as he announced with a tremendous amount of satisfaction that Kimberly,  his older sister,  was going to get a spanking. Tim had a huge crush on Kimberly and as his friends started to leave he hung back slyly before slowly scooting off,  his intended destination being the Smith household. It seemed like a no loss situation,  he could amble around the property and if he was caught he had an easy out,  he was just looking for his friend Michael.

Upon arriving at the house it didn’t take very long at all for him to hear that something was about to happen. All he had expected was to hear the sounds of his crush getting a spanking,  he had no idea at that time that where the spanking was due to take place was in the basement where the laundry machine was. He discovered that by listening to the scolding that was taking place and following the sound of the single voice that he could hear. When he arrived at the final location where the voice had led him to,  his mouth flew wide open as he crouched down and realized that one of the small windows to the basement would allow him a birds eye view to the scene that was just about to commence.

He had missed the part where Kimberly was pulled over her mother’s lap,  he also missed the pulling down of the white shorts that now sat puddled at her ankles. He joined the proceedings as Kimberly’s hand was firmly planted on her bottom trying to protect the seat of her way too thin sky blue nylon panties. He kneeled there peeking in through the edge of the window as the battle of the loose hand commenced. Kimberly’s mother won that battle easily and soon the offending hand was tucked under Kimberly’s own body being held there solidly by the hand of her mother,  which was also tucked under her body holding on to Kimberly’s only defense.

What happened next is something that Tim will never forget. Apparently out of nowhere,  as if Kimberly’s mother had pulled off some kind of magic trick,  a stout wooden backed hairbrush was in her hand and it was heading down as fast as lightning upon Kimberly’s barely covered fanny. Tim kneeled there in awe as the hairbrush rained down at a steady,  rhythmic pace covered every single inch of Kimberly’s bottom. He could not forget Kimberly frantic attempts to avoid the smack of the brush as her legs kicked wildly and her pleas of forgiveness got louder by the second. His eyes transfixed on the thin nylon rippling at every smack that the brush landed upon them,  and how her frantic gyrations would cause those panties to ride up and up until the hard backed brush was striking nothing but bare skin as the spanking progressed,  repeating the same pattern of covering every inch of the scarlet bottom several times over before all was said and done.

The very instant that the brush stopped descending on the well spanked fanny,  and a tearful Kimberly started to stand up,  Tim scarpered like Carl Lewis out of fear that one of them would look up and catch him spying on the spanking.

When Tim overheard his girlfriend being spanked it was the image of this particular spanking that kept running through his mind as he tried to picture Elaine getting spanked. Man,  he remembered every time he ran into Kimberly from that day forward whenever he was with Michael,  he could barely look her in the eye. However,  whenever she left them alone his eyes were transfixed and never left the bottom that he had watched getting a spanking. It was perhaps his best day ever when Kimberly left for college,  he no longer had to blush at the mere sight of her.

He was sheltered in his life from spankings,  but the sight of Kimberly getting spanked and the sound of Lainey getting spanked were two events that he could quite happily relive in his mind until the cows came home.

Everyone was at church two days after the event in their Sunday best,  once the service was over it was time for the families to socialize and catch up with one another. Tim stood close by his parents and their time at the post service gathering was going to be very short,  perhaps only ten minutes had passed before they were all in the family car heading home. That was the only time that Tim actually saw Elaine during the service,  as he was leaving,  but she didn’t see him. Elaine had seen the back of Tim’s head in the church but their eyes had not met.

As the church service attendees milled around talking to one another,  Elaine and Brittney pulled off one of their best stealth modes as they expertly inched their way step by step closer to each other. Like skilled tacticians they had soon maneuvered themselves from a small gathering into a place where there was just the two of them. They talked as quietly as they could and Brittney tried to offer up some comfort to her friend. “I’m sorry your grounded,  Lainey” she said in her best pouty face.

While Elaine had no intentions of passing the buck for her own lack of responsibilities,  she did make it known in a backhanded manner that she did have some displeasure with her friend. “If we hadn’t have stopped off for Pizza I wouldn’t be” she replied in the most non accusatory manner that she could muster.

Brittney looked like she had been stabbed with a needle. “I’m sorry” she pleaded with her friend.

Elaine let it pass and soon they were on to the fun subject of talking about the plans for the Saturday,  the day before Brittney’s birthday. The first port of call would be for Tim to pick up Bri,  and then the two of them could drive over to pick up Lainey before the three of them headed to the mall. Later that afternoon they would all meet up with other friends for an impromptu picnic in the park. The two of them didn’t have long left with their brief conversation as most of the church goers appeared to be wrapping up,  so Bri asked Elaine  “Does everything sound good”?

Lainey smiled as she was delighted to have something to look forward to,  but the little devil inside of her still wanted to pass some of the blame onto her friend for her current predicament. So before they broke up she teased Bri. “It sounds great,  Bri,  there’s just one question that we haven’t answered yet”

Bri perked up,  trying to think about what she may have missed,  before asking  “Which question is that,  Lainey”?

The devilish grin widened  “We haven’t decided who is going to give you your birthday spankings yet”

Bri chuckled and playfully punched her friend on the arm as she replied  “Uh,  like,  nobody,  HELLO”

Elaine winked as she stepped back towards the oncoming parents  “Alright,  I’ll ask my mom to spank you on Saturday morning then”

“The heck you will” a playfully alarmed Brittney said as she chased after her friend. Just before they met with their respective parents Bri grabbed Elaine’s arm and whispered in her ear  “Don’t you dare,  brat, I’m warning you”

The parents arrived and Elaine greeted her mom,  full of joy. “Hi Mom,  thanks for letting Brittney and I discuss her birthday plans in two weeks’ time,  I’ll be sure that you get a chance to wish her a happy birthday before we leave for the day”

Brittney blushed and grew feisty,  not only did her friend get the upper hand on this day,  but as she was also grounded for the next ten days she couldn’t even get a measure of revenge on her in any way possible. If looks could kill.

That night Brittney sat on her bed,  pained that she couldn’t call her best friend. Not just because of what had transpired,  but also because it was going to be an awfully long ten days not speaking with the person who she normally spoke with several times a week. However,  the elephant in the room still took over her thoughts,  much to her despair. The first thought of course being  ‘I’m glad the brat got spanked’,  but those thoughts were quickly replaced by what Elaine had suggested.

Mrs. Ferris wouldn’t spank her she thought, then quickly corrected herself with a silent laugh, actually, she probably would. She even went one step further by admitting to herself that she probably deserved a spanking anyway for the small part that she had in Elaine being grounded in the first place. Brittney quickly shook her head,  trying to erase the foolish thoughts that were swimming around in her mind. The seed had been planted though,  and try as she might it was unavoidable that she would picture a vision of herself lying over the lap of her best friend’s mom while they all laughed. The same vision was sure to appear several times over the coming week.

Day after day had passed and Bri desperately wanted to speak with Lainey. It wasn’t through any fear at all,  it was just the apprehensiveness of the unknown,  did Elaine actually say something to her mom? That question was burning Brittney up. The funny part was though,  Brittney acted as if she had no say in the matter. After all, she was an adult and she could flat out say no and move on if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her though that wasn’t how her mind worked,  she just needed to know whether Elaine’s mom planned to spank her or not for her birthday,  she just accepted it.

Elaine had virtually forgotten all about that playful conversation until the Thursday that she was no longer grounded when she went downstairs for breakfast,  two days before the Saturday in question. Elaine reached the kitchen and kissed her mom on the cheek as her mom stirred the scrambled eggs. As she headed to the table Mrs. Ferris said to her daughter that Brittney had called several times that morning already and that she wanted Elaine to call her back. As Elaine sat down at the table she jokingly announced  “She’s just worried because I told her that you were going to give her a birthday spanking” she said as she laughed.

Mrs. Ferris spoke as a matter of fact “That girl doesn’t need a birthday to get a spanking”

Elaine’s eyes bulged at what her mom said,  and she gleefully continued  “I agree mom,  so you will give her a spanking then”?

Mrs. Ferris grasped the wooden spoon that she was cooking the eggs with and playfully waved it in the air “Like she was my own daughter” before breaking out in a laugh.

It was only a playful suggestion by Elaine,  she really didn’t think about what she had said for the week prior to that morning,  and even just now it was no more than a flippant remark. She had no earthly idea that for ten days straight Brittney had pictured the scene in her head several times a day. When the two of them finally got on the phone Brittney was dying to ask Elaine if she had said anything to her mom,  it was only when the conversation was coming to an end that the topic even come up,  and it was at Elaine’s doing,  not Brittney’s. They finally confirmed their plans for Saturday and as Elaine stated that she would see her friend on Saturday morning she was sure to teasingly add  “Oh,  and mom was waving a wooden spoon this morning saying something about how you need a spanking,  just so that you know”

A thrill of excitement washed over Brittney’s body as her mouth opened,  before she spoke loudly back to her friend “There is NO WAY your mom is going to use a wooden spoon to spank me”

Elaine made a clicking sound with her mouth and finished with  “You had better be nice to her then”

Come the Saturday morning a completely unaware Tim drove over to Bri’s house to pick her up. He watched as she came down the driveway,  her ponytail bouncing behind her tied in a white ribbon,  her knee length blue summer dress flapping in the wind,  tied at the waist with a white sash. The whole ensemble complimented by her white shoes and white ankle socks that had a few rows of ruffles at the top. Thankfully she had Tim with her for the ride to keep her mind active.

When they arrived at Elaine’s everyone took their shoes off and sat at the table as Mrs. Ferris served lemonade. It became apparent to Bri pretty quickly that it had all been a ruse,  a prank played with her as the victim,  she was sure that she had nothing to worry about based on how everyone was acting. The conversation itself was somewhat mundane as they were all discussing the different things that they may do that day.

The table that they were all sat at was against the back garden window with Mrs. Ferris sat with her back to the window,  Brittney was on her left and Tim on her right with her daughter sat opposite her. As the conversation wound down the three friends all stood up to say their goodbyes,  but Elaine moved her chair a few feet away from the table. She smiled at her mom and said that they are all going to get going now,  she then turned to Bri and with a big smile added “Once Bri’s had her birthday spankings of course”

Brittney’s face blushed a deep red as she turned to face Mrs. Ferris,  and while the feeling was nowhere even close to the feeling that she used to have when she would carry her father’s strap to be used on her,  a spanking is still a spanking. She was genuinely embarrassed and wished for any potential spanking to be over with as soon as was humanly possible. Mrs. Ferris stood up from her chair and chuckled at the blushing girl  “19 today is it,  we had better get started then”

Brittney simply retorted  “Yes,  Ma’am”  as if getting spanked by your best friend’s mom was a normal everyday occurrence.

Elaine eased past Brittney and sat in the chair that her friend had just vacated while a bemused Tim sat back down as well,  completely oblivious to the back story of what was about to occur. I mean,  birthday spankings happen,  he just wasn’t expecting one to happen right now.

Mrs. Ferris sat down in the chair that her daughter had so thoughtfully moved out for her,  straightened out her skirt and then beckoned the birthday girl over. Brittney’s face was the color of a ripe tomato as she looked at the wagging finger calling her,  and without hesitation she moved forward and put herself face down over Mrs. Ferris’ lap like she had done so many times before growing up.

Mrs. Ferris put one hand on the small of Bri’s back as Bri gently grasped the bottom rung of the chair with both hands,  quite happy to let her ponytail fall over and cover her face to conceal her acute embarrassment. As she peered at Tim’s socks out of the corner of her eye she quickly bolted upright as she felt Mrs. Ferris flip the back of her dress high up onto her back,  her hand flew back and she yelled  “JESUS”

With the expertise of a seasoned pro,  Mrs. Ferris caught the flailing hand and securely tucked it into her side all in one motion,  and without hesitation unleashed eight very sound smacks upon the flimsy light blue nylon material covering Brittney’s fanny. A chorus of sounds accompanied each smack “Ohh, Oww, Ouch, Ow, No, Oww, Ouch, Oww”

Mrs. Ferris stopped as Brittney gyrated her bottom,  trying for all her might to eliminate that wicked sting permeating from it. With a very stern tone of voice Mrs. Ferris stated “We DO NOT take the lord’s name in vain in this house,  do you understand me”?

A well chastised young lady was quick to apologize  “Yes,  I’m sorry,  Mrs. Ferris,  you just,  err,  surprised me. I didn’t expect you to do that”

Almost rhetorically Mrs. Ferris responded  “You didn’t expect me to pull your dress up,  what type of spanking would that be”?

It was second nature to Mrs. Ferris,  it wasn’t even a flippant comment,  it was a genuine statement. Having been the recipient on many an occasion herself growing up,  she was fully aware that the exposure of ones panties in front of a group of other people was almost as bad of a punishment as the spanking itself was,  so it was a perfectly natural thing to do.

Taking the role of educator for a moment though,  Mrs. Ferris decided to impart some wisdom on her daughter’s friend. “If that was a surprise to you then I apologize,  Brittney,  in this house however the least you can expect is a spanking over your panties whenever you get a spanking”. Mrs. Ferris then dished out a wisecrack as well  “Lucky for you, you are wearing such cute panties today”

Brittney buried her head in embarrassment as she heard all three of them all chuckle at that comment.

One thing about Mrs. Ferris was that she was a firm believer in her daughter being responsible for her own behavior. Nobody could be assigned blame for the choices that Elaine made. With that said,  three days after that dreaded last spanking Mrs. Ferris had a meeting with her daughter and they had discussed in detail what had happened on that fateful Friday night and why she had missed her curfew. For a fleeting moment before the birthday spanking itself began,  Mrs. Ferris looked at the bubble butt staring up at her and she felt like dispensing Brittney’s share of the blame for Elaine missing curfew upon those upturned cheeks. Missing curfew was Elaine’s responsibility though,  and while both Brittney and Tim had shared in Elaine’s decision making that resulted in her missing curfew,  the responsibility was ultimately Elaine’s. Mind you,  it was just her caring maternal nature to think that both Brittney and Tim would both benefit from the same spanking that she given to her daughter for their respective roles in the event,  and she would also be more than happy to be the person delivering those sound spankings,  so she felt not an single ounce of guilt for the spanks that she had given Brittney for taking the Lord’s name in vain,  in fact there was a little catharsis to it.

Mrs. Ferris placed her hand on the thin nylon seat and asked “Are you ready”?

Tim sat there with his mouth opened and Elaine beamed from ear to ear as Brittney replied  “Yes,  Ma’am”

Tim watched the hand slowly go up and then followed it down until,  just like what he observed years before,  it came smacking down and he saw the joy of her bottom bounce and her panties ripple like it was a trip down memory lane. That was one smack,  there were eighteen to go plus one for luck and one to grow on. Tim had a problem,  he had no idea how he was going to make it through watching the entire spanking and what was worse,  even less of an idea as to how he was going to hide his own embarrassment when it was all over and they had to walk to the car. He had seen Brittney in a bikini many times but this was vastly different,  he had full view of her panties and the little ruffled ankle socks he could see kicking in the background excited him more than he could ever have imagined.

Tim hadn’t thought of spanking as something erotic up until that point,  even if he had masturbated many times over the memory of Kimberly getting the hairbrush,  he hadn’t put two and two together that the two acts were related. However,  being that he was now perhaps only five feet away and listening to the sound of a spanking up close,  and also watching that part of the female anatomy bounce and jiggle and gyrate right before his very eyes,  it was a huge turn on for him. No matter what he could do there was one thing he couldn’t do,  and that was hide the sexual excitement he was getting from watching Brittney get spanked.

Elaine didn’t seem to notice,  she had her own birds eye view of her friend’s bottom getting a spanking and it was pure delight for her. She dare not say anything,  but man did she wish her mom would spank her a bit harder. Brittney just wanted it over with,  she was praying that Mrs. Ferris would just get on with it and hurry up and finish. She had been spanked before in front of others,  indeed just like now there had been more than one occasion when visitors were watching the seat of her panties as she was spanked,  but for some reason this seemed a little different. Is it perhaps that she was older now and it was more embarrassing to get a spanking at that age,  or was it perhaps that she herself had felt some responsibility for Elaine getting a spanking and she had felt deep down that she deserved a spanking as well?

Brittney would never admit to anyone that the latter was closer to the truth than any other excuse that she could come up with,  it was something that she had ten days to think about and perhaps that was the reason why it never crossed her mind to question that her friend’s mom was going to spank her. That was a secret that she would keep to herself. It was much the same as the feeling that a lot of the older women in the small town would encounter from time to time,  and just like Brittney it was a secret that none of them would ever share with anybody. The urban legend of the Minister with a paddle in his office was an actual secret shared by a good number of women in this sleepy town,  and each of them was happy to play along that this story was just an urban legend. It was like their own little secret society. The real truth of the matter is that the feeling of repentance is something that sticks around inside of a person until it can be released,  and some of the townsfolk had personally known the most trusted man in the town for up to 30 years,  from back when their own parents would seek out the disciplinary help of the Minister,  to the secrets of today where those same people could still seek out the help of the same Minister,  only under their own terms now.

“And one for luck”

That was the pronouncement that the maternal palm had landed on the pretty blue nylon panties for the last time. A total of 29 spanks in all when you count the eight seat scorchers that started off the spanking. Luckily for Brittney the other 21 smacks were delivered at nowhere near the intensity of the first eight,  however,  the first eight did satisfy her curiosity as to how bad it could be. She wouldn’t dare confide anything that was troubling her with her father,  could she with Mrs. Ferris though?

Brittney stood and smoothed down her skirt as Mrs. Ferris reached in to hug her,  Elaine also sprang to her feet to join in the hug. Ever the opportunist,  Tim saw a window of opportunity and in a nanosecond he bolted out of his chair towards the front door,  talking as he went that he was going to start the car. He wasn’t going to respond to anything that was said to him,  he was effectively deaf,  dumb and blind at that moment. The only person who could potentially see him as he bolted from the chair was Brittney,  but he had to take the chance. If she saw the tent protruding in his shorts then he would live with it,  just as long as Mrs. Ferris didn’t see it.

When Brittney and Elaine got to the car,  Brittney made a dramatic sound of anguish as she sat down,  it was purely for comedic reasons. She loudly went into Valley girl mode and staring at her friend she stated “I am SO going to get you back for that,  just wait until your birthday”

Elaine mocked her and replied  “WHAT – EVER”

Bri turned to Tim as he began to pull away and said to him “Please spank her for me,  Tim”

Elaine laughed and put her hand on Tim’s thigh,  far too close to the problem that he was still trying to repress,  and said “You wouldn’t spank little old me,  would you sweetheart”?

Elaine left the subject right there,  she had seen more than enough as she removed her hand to know that he probably would spank her.

Part 3 of this story is now posted, click THIS LINK to read the third part in the series.

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The Spanking Machine

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All that I ask is that you be kind to me with this story. Today I was going through an old external drive and I found a spanking story that I wrote 15 years ago in 2003. The chances are, unless you are a Windsor stalker, lol, that hardly any of you would have read the story. It was on a spanking site for a few years but it disappeared over a decade ago.

Of course 15 years ago I couldn’t write for shit either, and I’m sure some would say the same now. So while the nucleus of the original story remains, large portions of it were rewritten or added to, so much so that the story is 50% longer now than when I started editing it.

There’s an old saying though, you can put lipstick on a sow, but it is still a sow. Regardless THOUGH, I do hope that some of you find a way to enjoy a new spanking story that will probably appear a little bit amateurish. BTW, I found the image below on the web, if it is yours then please let me know and I will credit you.

THE SPANKING MACHINE

Sal was a carpenter by trade who took on many private assignments, one such assignment that he was currently working on was from a video company for him to produce a computerized spanking machine. His knowledge of computer technology was good, but he had enlisted an expert to assist in the project.

Stephanie had been going steady with Sal for 18 months now. Though spanking was not a part of Sal and Stephanie’s life, the spanking machine was something that intrigued her curiosity a lot. Sal was going away on a business meeting for a few days and Stephanie had the keys to his place. There was a curiosity itch that needed to be scratched, and curiosity had got to this cat.

One day when Sal was away and Stephanie had the day off, her plan was to involve a snooping mission at Sal’s place. As soon as she arrived at his place she went to the basement where the spanking machine was located. Sal had already told her that it was finished other than some varnishing, so naturally she wanted to show her appreciation for his workmanship, I mean, why else would she want to see the finished product? Once Stephanie made her way to the basement she found the manual for the spanking machine and started to flip through the pages. The manual explained all of the different levels and intensity of the settings, the wooden hand was programmed to land in 32 different strike zones, which, considering the size of it, would also strike multiple times in other zones, the machine would start slow and then quicken as it progressed based on the numbers that had been entered into it. Once programmed, there was a locking device which went over the waist tightly and a lock which pinned the right arm around the wrist.

Stephanie must have read the manual from front to back to make sure that she understood every single detail. Some would say perhaps, that in her mind she wanted to make fully sure that there was no chance of a malfunction. In hindsight, if she hadn’t skimmed over one section she would have been able to read about the important buttons that were situated on the left side of the panel. As the mechanical locking device came from her left side, it almost served as a body as it prevented her from moving that hand back. This was important for two reasons, firstly for a level of authenticity, but also because this was the hand to activate the emergency device buttons that were on the panel.

If Stephanie had read that part it might have saved her from the reading every page in the manual, especially as the thought only crossed her mind the moment she put her hand down her side and it was locked beside her hip. What if the machine malfunctioned, how would she get out? Those details were noted on page 23, the two emergency buttons on the control panel were as basic as they could be. One was to stop the machine, the second was to activate an emergency release on the locking device, a built in safety mechanism.

Stephanie pondered the machine and with a devilish grin she decided to try it out. With the controls she figured to be safe she would set it at medium, and as it had 32 areas of landing she chose 64 spanks, then finally set 2 minutes for the machine to be activated. She pulled her jeans down but decided to offer herself the protection of her pink nylon panties. Over the lap area of the machine she placed herself, wriggling to find the most comfortable position, she giggled and tried to remember how long it had been since she had been in this position, now in her early 20’s she knew it had been many years. Of course if she had remembered then she would have left her jeans up for sure, the only barrier her panties were going to provide was purely a psychological one.

The machine set into action, first her hand slotted into the lock by her waist for her wrist, which was then quickly followed by the lock going over her back. The lock kind of hurt a bit, but ten out of ten for construction, it effectively pinned her to a point where she could barely move her upper body. Only now did Stephanie begin to think this isn’t such a good idea as she looked over her shoulder awaiting the first swat. The thirty seconds remaining felt like thirty minutes as she stared as best should could. The wooden hand was only barely in her peripheral vision and the only thing she could really see was the crown of her upturned bottom. There was a whirring from the machine and Stephanie sucked on her bottom lip, half in anticipation and the other half in fear.

The spanking began, CRACK… “Yeoow, MOTHER OF PEARL” she screamed as the hard wooden hand slapped onto her right cheek, it stung like the dickens. WHACK, the fire then spread to her left cheek, she pulled at her hand to escape but there was no escaping, smack, smack, smack, smack, only six spanks in and already she was shouting out utterances of pain, if Stephanie had have known how much the wooden hand paddle would sting then the machine would have been set to mild instead of medium without a shadow of a doubt.

One thing was abundantly clear, the thin pink panties were of no consequence at all to the fearsome sting of the wooden hand. In no particular order the wooden hand warmed her fanny from the tops of her thighs right to the top of her panties, smack, whack, slap… OW, ouch, yeoow. Instinct told her to plead her case with a sorry, but what good would it do, slap, smack, spank,… ouch, ouch, ow. If anyone had of been walking past they would have assuredly thought that a naughty girl was getting her long overdue comeuppance.

The machine was now picking up pace and she hardly had enough time to finish an ouch before the next spank landed. She kicked her legs wildly and begged for the machine to stop, her ass was on fire and she had tears rolling down her cheeks, crack, whack, slap,… ooh, yowch, ow. Not that her panties had offered her any protection anyway, but with her wild gyrations they had now ridden up to a point that it was practically a bare bottom spanking.

The spanking machine abruptly stopped, Stephanie swiveled her hips to try and eliminate some of the sting as she impatiently waited for the machine to release her. Finally the locking devices unclamped and she was able to stand and almost immediately she furiously rubbed at her brightly glowing well spanked red seat. “Holy Shit” she exclaimed out loud as she rubbed tears from her eyes, I’ll be buggered if I try that again she thought as she went upstairs still rubbing her bottom with her jeans at her knees, making her shuffle her feet.

The first thing she saw was a dishcloth, Stephanie ran it under the cold water tap and placed the damp cloth over her well spanked rear end, it didn’t even occur to her at that point that she was still wearing her panties, such was the stinging sensation throbbing on top of her bottom. After the dishcloth was left in place for 5 minutes, Stephanie went to the hallway mirror to survey the damage, she just could not believe how bright scarlet her bottom was, she prayed it would not bruise too bad. Then her thoughts went back to that awful machine, Jesus Christ, how could I smile and think it would be a bit of fun, she chastised herself, while at the same time reminding herself to not let her curiosity ever get the better of her again. This was one lesson she never wanted repeated, EVER.

Part 2:  

Stephanie had returned to her home in Westchester County the following day before heading in to the City to work, she had packed some clothes and decided to stay over at Sal’s in Brooklyn that night. Her friend Juliette lived in Brooklyn also, so she planned to visit with her right after work.

During the day at work, Stephanie had a hard time sitting still, every time she slid in her chair a little it caused her to wince. After work she boarded the D train which took her to Seventh Ave in Park Slope where her friend Juliette lived, this was only a short walk to Sal’s place on Prospect Ave.

Once she reached her destination she greeted her friend with a big hug and then they set out on their way. The girls chatted away as normal until Stephanie asked Juliette if she remembered the spanking machine that Sal was making for that film company.

“Of course” Juliette smiled

“Well last night like an idiot I decided to try it out” Stephanie said giggling,

“Did you really”? Juliette quipped excitedly “was it fun”?

“Not in the least, no sir” Stephanie replied “I felt like a well spanked 10 year old when it was all over”

“I bet you loved every minute of it, what did you do later on that night I wonder, I’m sure you took a friend to bed with you while your bottom tingled, I know I would have” Juliette teased.    

“I very much doubt you would, the wooden hand made my butt bright red and made the seat of my panties feel like they had been pulled from an oven”  

“I doubt if that was the only thing that felt like an oven” Juliette wisecracked and both girls burst out laughing.  

The same curiosity that had intrigued Stephanie was now consuming Juliette’s mind, maybe she could walk Stephanie to Sal’s. The thought of having her bottom spanked like a naughty girl, then coming home and spending some time with her mechanical friend, was tying her stomach in knots. As the night went on, Juliette would make the occasional remark about the spanking machine. Stephanie finally decided to make way and Juliette said she would walk her home,

“You don’t have to do that, I’m Okay” Stephanie stated

“No, I want to, maybe I can see how the spanking machine works….. or feel how it works” Juliette said giggling.  

“I can tell you my dear, 64 spanks with that wooden hand, with only your panties in the way and you will be crying like a naughty schoolgirl, believe me”      

Juliette had butterflies in her tummy with excitement as they walked through the streets of Brooklyn, in 10 short minutes they were in Sal’s basement surveying the machine, Juliette was now giggling but in a slightly nervous manner, she was determined to follow through however. After a brief chit chat about the programming, Juliette completely removed her jeans and fixed her hi cut white nylon panties behind her, Stephanie smirked to herself as she watched Juliette, she could see her lily white bottom which had little protection and was actually quite looking forward to watching it become bright red.

Juliette approached the lap area and sexily wiggled her butt before bending over with her bottom perched in the air. As Stephanie began programming the control, Juliette subconsciously was still trying to maximize the use of her panties behind her. With the machine set, Stephanie directed Juliette to put her hand in the lock on the floor. Her hand now locked and the mechanical arm locking in to place, 22 year old Juliette began to kick her feet exclaiming nervously “oooooooohhhh” as butterflies went through her tummy. Stephanie remembered it took about thirty seconds before the spanking began so she walked past Juliette and playfully stated “So this naughty girl deserves a spanking does she”? All the while crisply smacking Juliette’s pantied rump.

“Hey, cut that out” Juliette said before she was cut off in mid sentence by the sound of the machine began to whir, she put her head down and murmured “hmmmmmmm” and then it began, WHACK, “Whoa” Juliette cried … whack, smack, slap, ohh, ow, ouch, crack, smack, ouch, ouch, … Stephanie watched diligently as her friends butt began to redden very quickly under the wooden hand and broke out into a smile that a Cheshire cat would have been proud of. Juliette on the other hand thought that it was pretty much what she expected it to be, especially as one who had never been a stranger to a parental spanking when one was required, which in her case was far above average. As much as she kicked her legs in an unladylike manner and squealed and cried at the unrelenting spanking, she was taking an unusual comfort from being spanked in this manner. Stephanie marveled at Juliette’s ability to not be crying at this point as her little bottom was rosy red, she was far more resilient than Stephanie herself had been when she was getting spanked.

It was only 30 seconds more before the spanking was complete and Juliette had stopped kicking by the time the machine delivered its final flurry. In seconds Juliette was able to stand up with two welled up eyes. She rubbed at the intense heat coming from her seat and did the time honored spanking dance, something that she had personally perfected more times than she would care to admit. Juliette felt awfully strange about the spanking, while it hurt like the dickens, she felt a strange feeling of satisfaction inside of her, perhaps it had been so long since she had had a spanking that she felt it was the needed bit of guidance that she was lacking in her life.

Not much more was said between the two and before long, Juliette was marching her well spanked bottom home, knowing full well she would be masturbating for a long time that night. She did resolve to herself though to try and pay one more visit before Sal returned from his trip. Stephanie was pretty quiet, she had enjoyed watching the spanking but felt a little bad at Juliette’s demeanor after the spanking. Realistically she had nothing to worry about from Juliette’s post spanking placid frame of mind. The two of them had grown up in different environments, what Stephanie assumed was a deep embarrassment from Juliette was so far from the truth. Her demeanor after the spanking was simply the grounding of being brought back to reality, like a steadying of the mind, the feeling a naughty girl gets after a spanking no matter her age.

Stephanie decided to go back to the basement after her friend left to put the machine back as she had found it. As Stephanie approached the machine she cried “Holy Fuck” as she noticed that the mechanical arm had not returned to its proper slot once the machine had been switched off. Now her fear was genuine, there was a nauseous well forming in the pit of her stomach. Stephanie played with the controls for two hours trying to fix the spanking machine but it was all to no avail. She was really upset at herself because of all of the hard work Sal had put in to making the machine for his client “How the hell am I going to explain this to Sal”? She said to herself as she began to think up excuses. That was just a natural reaction for Stephanie, because if the truth was known, she was as honest as the day is long. The only thing that Stephanie had to look forward to was staring at her feet and twiddling her fingers as she explained to Sal what really happened.

It was a really sad feeling that she had at that point, and it was no better in the morning as she once more tried to fix the damn machine. There was a trust that had been broken, one that she wasn’t sure whether or not it could be repaired. This was going to be the longest two days of her life.

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12th Anniversary

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December 24th, 2006 was the day that I decided to start this blog, a full 12 years ago. Now I know that there are spanking blogs that have been around longer than mine, but I’m hard pressed to think of more than two at this moment in time that are currently active.

If I’m not mistaken then the aptly titled SPANKING BLOG is the longest running spanking blog out there, starting in 2003. And Bonnie’s BOTTOM SMARTS predates my blog by a year. Are there any other spanking blogs that started in 2006 or before? CHROSS also started a few months before me but his site hasn’t been updated for nearly a year so I don’t know if it will remain a non active site or not.

Twelve years ago today I made two posts, firstly the spanking Christmas card shown below as I set the blog up, and then I posted THIS STORY. Coincidentally, does anyone remember what my blog was called before I renamed it to my stage name back in 2008?

Technically I am “Working” from home today, so I can’t do a super long post, but later tonight I am going to write part two of my MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER – OVERHEARD story. This one will be titled Mother Spanks Daughter – The Best Friend.

For those of you who celebrate it, a Merry Christmas to you all, keep checking back daily as I am going to be posting frequently moving forward.

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Observed Spankings

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As you know I am currently in Tokyo and I don’t have access to my spanking files,  so as it is laundry day I will have to make something up on the fly.

Going through my fictional stories there are four occasions where the spanking being given was observed,  and I have to admit I do enjoy a story where there is a third party present. That could take the shape of the third party who is next in line for a spanking,  or someone who isn’t getting spanked but perhaps should be,  or the third option,  someone witnessing a miscreant getting a much deserved spanking as perhaps an added embarrassment for the person being spanked. Two of my stories are birthday spanking stories,  one where the other two girls are likely to get a spanking in the future 3 GIRLS,  and the other a playful camp scenario witnessed by the camp directors wife,  JANE’S BIRTHDAY SPANKING. The third story features a girlfriend playfully spanking her boyfriend,  only to be caught by her mom. She then has to watch as her mom spanks her boyfriend and then the roles are reversed,  THE FLY ON THE WALL. Lastly,  it is an almost observed spanking as a boyfriend listens to his girlfriend get spanked,  though future episodes will feature observed spankings starting with the girlfriends best friend getting it,  MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER.

Obviously being a person who goes to spanking parties,  you can generally bank on observing dozens of spankings,  but what I am thinking of is more personal spankings. Even as someone who has filmed many scenes for others, it is rare to feel like you are witnessing something personal.

There was one notable exception a few years ago and that was a spanking I filmed for DANA SPECHT and SARAH GREGORY.  In this scene Sarah had spent $500 on a credit card,  in fact the scene might even have been a real one,  and Dana decided that was worthy of 500 spanks. It’s been a while but I think Dana spanked Sarah over her panties for the first hundred and the rest were bare. What I vividly recall was that Dana was determined from the start,  there was no warm up and as I was mere feet away I got to see first hand just how hard Dana can spank when she sets her mind to it. In fact early on I was thinking how is Sarah ever going to get through 500! She did,  but boy was her butt red by the end!!

So what about you?  Did you ever witness or hear a spanking that you didn’t expect?  Perhaps someone saw or heard you being spanked that caused embarrassment?  If not,  perhaps you have been offered a front row seat,  who would you love to watch get spanked and by who?  COMMENT HERE.

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Mother Spanks Daughter – Overheard

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Part two of this story has now been posted MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER  –  THE BEST FRIEND

There are many different facets that developed this story,  all of which came to a head this past weekend that made me want to put all of the pieces down and create a story about it. Normally I go for a bit older than some of the characters in this story  (All still adult)  but as we are dealing with a Mother spanking a daughter I had to have some semblance of believabality to it.

The components are as follows. As you will constantly from my popular posts,  the mother spanking daughter pics is always at the top. Combine that with the recent story survey and more people were okay with a full spanking given over panties than I expected. As this is my preference then this is the route that I went. The first two girls that I would visit to spank both lived in apartment complex’  and I can guarantee that many of those spankings were heard. Then we have the unexpected witness part. This once happened to me at a party,  I was asked if I would be the cameraman for a mother and daughter spanking scene between Dana Specht and Sarah Gregory. So I got to spy on it from mere feet away a mother giving her daughter one spank for every one of the $500 she had spent. That was just about as real a hand spanking as I have seen,  and I got to be the unexpected witness to it. Finally,  there have been many stories written about overheard spankings or being an unexpected witness to a spanking and I enjoy them a lot,  so a thank you to all of the authors who helped to sow this seed in my mind. You can add your thoughts in the form below,  or,  you can also email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com if you don’t wish to use the form if you have feedback.

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  Overheard

It was in the fall of 1986 that Tim started to date Elaine. She lived in an apartment complex with her mom and he lived with his parents a few miles away.

Tim had observed that her mom was a bit old fashioned,  in fact when they started dating,  Mrs. Ferris called the pair of them in and set a strict guideline of rules about what they could and could not do. When she brought up what level of physical interaction was allowed,  both Tim and his 18 year girlfriend blushed furiously. Not because the pair of them hadn’t already broken a number of the rules,  but just the fact that this woman in her mid 40’s was saying things like  “At no time will there be touching of the penis or breasts”

In that realm there hadn’t been,  so Mrs Ferris had nothing to worry about,  though I dare say that she wouldn’t have approved during their necking sessions. Still,  Elaine had a good head on her shoulders and no matter what Tim had for future plans,  she already had her own set of rules as to how far she would allow things to go.

An incident occurred three months into their relationship that completely changed the dynamic. Tim and Elaine had received permission from her mom to attend a concert but she set a strict curfew of 11pm,  the concert should be over by 9.30pm so they had ample time to get home. Tim even smiled to himself that he would probably get an hour in the backseat of the car with her before she had to go indoors.

The event was wonderful for the pair of them and their friends who joined them in a double date,  a real bonding session that seemed to strengthen their relationship. After the concert was over their friends asked if they wanted to get something to eat. Elaine was rather skittish about the idea but her friend,  Bri,  talked her into it. If Elaine had one really bad cross to bear,  it was that she let Bri talk her into many things that she later regretted.

“The concert has just finished,  Lainey”  said Bri  “We’re going to be stuck in traffic for half an hour anyway,  we just as well let it clear first”

Tim concurred  “Bri’s right,  we have plenty of time to get you home”

Elaine begrudgingly agreed,  rationalizing that they had 90 minutes and the ride home was roughly 35 minutes,  so they all hopped over to the pizzeria opposite the venue for a short while.

As they ate Tim did notice that Elaine was somewhat quiet and that she checked her watch several times,  but for the most part he thought that was because she didn’t want to be there,  though she was polite during the gathering. By the time 10pm came Elaine was starting to usher people out,  doing her best not to let the conversation drag as it seemed to be doing. It wasn’t until 10:10pm that they got in the car. Elaine was a bit pensive at this,  they had a spare 15 minute window which in her mind was cutting it fine.

Once Tim starting driving it appeared to the entire world that Elaine was looking at her watch every 90 seconds,  they had only proceeded ten minutes into their journey when disaster struck. It occurred to none of them that on this night the local college football team had their opening match of the season. Each minute along the route the traffic started to get heavier and heavier,  60mph soon became 20mph,  crawling down to a near stop once they hit the thick of it.

By the time the traffic had fallen back into a normal pattern,  it was 10:50pm and there were still 15 miles to go before they reached home. Elaine’s only hope was that they were just a few minutes late and the hope that her mom would be reasonable,  which she had been in the past. All of this of course would have been relevant if the last 15 miles were at 60mph from pillar to post,  but of course it never is. Once you reach town you are in a 45mph zone and those last few miles always have traffic lights that Elaine already knew from previous excursions had formed a conspiracy against her.

The ride through town had been virtually silent,  it was already 11pm when they entered,  and those last five miles had been a painful stop/start journey which they are in any town. It was about ten minutes after eleven that Elaine looked into her lap,  a pout forming that Tim neglected to notice,  she already knew that the horse had bolted the gate. While Mama was fair about most things,  staying out late beyond the designated time was not one of the areas she was fair about. Like any concerned parent,  the worry about her daughter’s safety began long before 11pm,  in fact it would be fair to say that it was a lifetime attachment. In Mrs. Ferris’ eyes,  breaking curfew was the height of disrespectful behavior,  a path Elaine had walked down a half dozen times over the years. As Tim opened the car door at 11:18pm,  a brief thought entered her mind,  but the thought disappeared as quickly as it entered,  it mattered not that she was 18 years old.

Tim walked Elaine to the door in abject silence,  he felt bad for her,  but mostly bad for himself as he didn’t even get to have a kiss and fondle session before they said goodbye for the night. Elaine rang the bell and looked at her feet as she waited for the door to open,  when it did she looked up,  that was the confirmation that she needed,  the fairness quadrant had been used up. Mrs. Ferris looked at Tim and curtly said in a polite a tone as she could manage  “Goodnight,  Timothy”  and then turning to her daughter she added  “You,  inside”!

As Tim headed to his car a sentence went through his head  “Timothy,  pfft,  stuck up old boot”. He hadn’t been called Timothy in a decade. Tim got in the car and started the engine,  then noticed Elaine’s makeup kit on the passenger side floor. It was a case of in for a penny,  in for a pound,  the damage had already been done and he already knew that he wasn’t going to be able to see Lainey for a while after this anyway,  he was pretty sure of that vibe. He wouldn’t cause any further damage by returning her makeup kit as well.

Tim started to walk back to the apartment complex expecting to hear a war of words going on,  but as he drew closer he heard something completely different,  it was like they were actually fighting. It stopped almost as soon as it started,  and he was just about to ring the bell when he heard Elaine shouting  “No, Mom,  I’m sorry,  we got stuck in traffic”

He didn’t hear anything from Mrs. Ferris,  the next sound he heard was like the one he heard before,  only this time is was crisper and more distinct. He heard the sound about ten times before it fully hit him….  “Oh my god,  she’s getting a spanking”

He stood there with his mouth open as he listened outside the door,  then he worked out what was different,  she must have been getting a spanking on her dress as he had walked up,  and now,  oh my god,  her mom must have pulled it up and now she is getting spanked on the seat those pale pink nylon panties that he caught a glimpse of when she got out of the car. That image stirred red hot emotions in him and in seconds something was straining the front of his pants.

Inside the house that is exactly what was going on,  Elaine was face down over her mother’s lap as she had been dozens of times before over the years,  and the firm maternal hand of justice was being applied to the thin seat of her nylon panties just as it had been dozens of times before as well. The routine was well established by now,  Elaine dutifully complied when told to adopt the bottoms up position,  her mom took her right wrist and tucked it into the side of her body which also secured her into a position where she could neither break free nor put her hand back to protect herself. Finally,  her legs were well clear of the floor which allowed her to kick them at will,  something that she made full use of.

Elaine’s bottom was already a darker shade of color than her pink panties were and would end up no doubt glowing like a beacon if history was any indication. Many times in post spanking days Elaine had often joked to herself,  if there were such a thing as the spanking Olympics her mom was guaranteed to be in with a chance at a medal,  definitely if it was an endurance event as she seemed to have an endless source of energy.

Minutes passed and the only sounds that Tim heard were the sounds of a maternal palm striking a naughty girl’s bottom,  and the cries and yelps and pleas of his girlfriend. The spanking sounds were as obvious as anything could be,  and Tim looked around,  thinking to himself that if this was in the daytime,  then any of the neighbors would be able to hear the sounds of a spanking,  as well as anyone walking by the apartment. If only he knew that not every community was like the community he grew up in.

Not that Mrs. Ferris ever needed to count,  but at around this point her firm,  paddle like hand,  had landed around 350 times over the last five minutes. Perhaps it was because of her own spankings in the 1950’s,  and that of her two sisters at the hands of their own mother that she rarely felt the need to pull Elaine’s panties down,  though it was an option that was always on the table,  or it could have been that her panties were so thin anyway that it made zero difference. Through years of experience Mrs. Ferris knew that because Elaine’s feet didn’t touch the floor,  and with all of the kicking that she did,  her panties would gradually ride up anyway,  meaning that at least for the last minute or two she had been bare bottomed for all intent and purpose anyway.

Time had stood still for Tim,  he had no idea how long he had been stood there. When there were no more sounds to be heard he snapped back into realization and quickly abandoned the idea of returning the makeup kit,  instead making a hasty retreat to his car with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. He was still in a state of shock that his girlfriend still got spanked at her age,  but he also had wicked thoughts of getting that brat over his own knee as well.

Inside the house Elaine had stood up and straightened her panties,  and now two hands were furiously rubbing the thin nylon seat of them. She made her own way to bed,  knowing that any discussion would take place in the morning. She wasn’t stupid enough to know that a spanking would be the be all and end all,  oh no,  there was still going to be a grounding and a further tightening of boundaries that would last for a period of time before they were relaxed again.

Once she arrived in her bedroom she cracked the window to get a breeze in,  and then lay face down on the bed with a bottom as bright as Rudolph’s nose. If only Tim had stuck around,  he would have been sure to catch a glimpse every time the curtain occasionally blew back,  in fact he more than likely would have tried to jump through the security bars once she lifted her hips and slowly drew her panties down over her flaming fanny. He wouldn’t have been the first person to see the aftereffects of a spanking through that window,  nor had he been the first person to hear the sounds of a good sound spanking coming from that apartment,  far from it,  indeed,  over the years Elaine had on many an occasion herself had a good snicker at the sounds of someone else getting a spanking in the complex. It’s always a lot funnier to hear a spanking going on when you aren’t the one getting it.

This was the community that she grew up in,  what had happened this night was as normal to the community as the daily newspaper. She protested a little bit while getting spanked,  but she had already resigned herself long before it happened that she was going to get a spanking. She didn’t even consider it unusual at her age,  she just naturally assumed that as long as she lived under her mother’s roof it was going to happen. At least she had been spared the indignity of a bare bottom spanking,  something that being 20 minutes late past curfew was not guaranteed.

As she lay there feeling the breeze on her butt,  she switched out the light. Her mind now thinking how long she is going to be grounded for,  it was Bri’s birthday in two weeks,  there was a good chance that any restriction would have been lifted before then. She then snubbed her nose at the thought of Bri,  she was partially to blame for her spanking in the first place.

Read part 2 right here ———–> MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER  –  THE BEST FRIEND

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Story Results Coming

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I’m determined to post the results of the story poll that I did either tonight or tomorrow. So far I have received over 400 responses which is outstanding,  so I want to break down each section properly. If you still want to add your views the poll is at the bottom of the photo.

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The Making Of A Story

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While I was in Vegas,  the following image appeared on my Twitter feed. I stood there with my mouth agape,  what an awesome picture of a mother spanking her daughter. What makes picture images even more awesome is that you get to decide what is happening. This tweet is embedded with the permission of Miss Hardcastle.

If you click on the image then be sure to hit the love button on the photo,  let them know that you enjoyed their contribution.

This photo above I don’t think that you need to be a genius to guess why the spanking might be taking place. I see a gymslip,  in fact a full school outfit,  but one item of clothing seems a little out of place for a schoolgirl to be wearing!!

When that photo went up it immediately gave me an idea for a story. Of course in my world the panties would be white,  but either way mum is going to turn what’s under them bright red. You can imagine her school friend watching,  knowing she also was in on the inappropriate school wear caper.

So that brings me onto the topic of spanking stories,  the type of stories that I like,  and the types that I don’t like. At the bottom of this post there will be a survey on spanking stories,  only fill it out if you so wish. Obviously I have written many stories so you will already know what I like,  and if you want to read my stories you can do so by clicking either of the links below.

RICHARD WINDSOR’S FICTIONAL SPANKING STORIES

RICHARD WINDSOR’S REAL LIFE SPANKING STORIES

Now it was once said to me when I opened a story and then closed it that nobody can tell whether they like a spanking story or not within ten seconds. (They have a block in place to stop stories being opened quickly for bandwidth reasons) I disagree with that though,  there are many times that I can tell within the opening paragraph whether I will like the story or not. If any story starts with the following  “It was 1856”,  or  “It was year 2194”  then I simply cannot read them. I get nothing from futuristic spankings,  and Victorian era spankings will perhaps get the quickest closing from me. If a spanking isn’t in the time frame from the 1950’s until the modern era,  then it is going to be almost impossible for me to read it.

Similarly,  I also have a big aversion to daddy spanks daughter spanking stories. If it is well written and somewhat dignified,  then I can read one if it is a believable story. With that said,  if within the first paragraph or two the girl has been made to strip nude,  then I am long gone. In fact it would be fair to say that my mindset is such that anytime a girl is made to strip nude in any scenario then I am going to have a difficult time reading the story.

Obviously this extends beyond just a written story. If I do a roleplay then pretty much everything that I have written above would also apply.

We then get into the level of severity,  and once again my real life also applies to my stories and the stories that I like reading. There is nothing wrong with a good sound spanking,  but when it gets into certain levels of severity then I lose focus and the spanking story becomes completely unbelievable based on the story that has been laid out before us. Now don’t get me wrong,  I understand that for a lot of people the severity of the spanking is the most important thing,  both in real life and in the written word. For me though the severity of the spankings that I give are somewhat reminiscent to the stories that I write and the stories that I like to read. In the fantasy world of hardest spanker at a spanking party,  you won’t find my name anywhere near the top of the list. There is a certain way that I like to play and I am more than content with that style.

And one final thing that I have to mention that I don’t like before I get into what I do like,  and that is related to exposure and sexual interaction. You have read from me many times that I abhor seeing any form of gratuitous vaginal exposure in spanking photos. It is hardwired for me,  something that I can’t change,  the moment that I see it then I will not watch a video or view a photoset if the primary focus is actually on the genital exposure and the spanking is secondary. That goes for stories as well,  spanking is a completely separate entity for me on film and in the written word. I want the sole focus to be on the spanking itself. If there is a domestic scene that involves some form of lovemaking afterwards,  at a real stretch I can read it providing again that the primary focus is on the spanking itself. A lot of the reasons that I no longer go to spanking sites is that the exposure level seems to have increased dramatically over the years,  and genital exposure is the antithesis of what I want to see in a spanking video. I understand that I am in the minority on this,  but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,  it is what it is.

Now for the ideas that I do like.

Many times in my stories you will see that it involves a neighbor,  that is because I am one of those people who strongly avoids family based spanking stories. There are probably going to be one or two that I have written that do involve a family member,  but almost exclusively it will either be just a birthday spanking or at worst a mother/daughter spanking. The only one that comes to mind is the mother/daughter spanking in my story THE FLY ON THE WALL.

This is a topic that I have discussed with DANA SPECHT in our annual interviews several times,  especially when she is talking about roleplays that she does. I’m not alone having those thoughts by all accounts,  there are many people like me who simply have to disassociate immediate family and that is where the ever helpful spanking neighbours come in. Now let me clarify something before I go any further,  on film,  and on film only,  I have absolutely no problem with mother/daughter spanking scenes. I don’t read stories so much about that scenario,  but I can watch,  and do enjoy,  video presentations of such.

Now I am still in Vegas,  though I am leaving soon,  and as always when I talk to people and they bring up my site,  they bring up two topics. The vintage photos obviously,  but also for lovers of spankings over panties images and stories,  they know that they will get a plethora of that on this site and of course the requests of me to post more.

This topic also relates to both the mindset that I have always had and the types of story that I both write and enjoy reading myself. When I picture a spanking in a non family environment,  which virtually all of my scenes are,  I could not imagine any of those scenes being on the bare bottom. I know that I am totally weird in that,  but it is deeply ingrained in me. The absolute worst case scenario I could ever imagine happening for real would be the seat of the underwear being exposed,  and of course in every story that I write then that worst case scenario is subsequently fulfilled 🙂

I tie this into the genital exposure thing,  I simply do not have to see it,  therefore it is completely irrelevant to me if the underwear stays up for the entire spanking or not,  I’m more than perfectly okay with it. A lot of that goes back to early age whenever we would see a comic book,  virtually all spankings were never bare. Now I know,  I am probably in a 1%  minority here,  but I get as much from a spanking over the panties that the other 99% in our world  do from a bare bottom spanking. In my world it simply doesn’t have to happen. Like I said,  don’t jump on me,  I get that I am strange in this department,  but my feelings are strong on it.

When I write a spanking story the baring of the bottom is infrequent to say the least. Almost exclusively the first spanking will never be bare,  but perhaps the second part of the story may involve a bare bottom. It isn’t something that I am ashamed of,  and I will freely talk about it. This whole world of ours is built on the thoughts that we have ingrained in our minds,  and I am very happy with the thoughts that I have. I hold no shame in thinking this way,  in fact it is fair to say that I couldn’t envision it any other way. Obviously I have spanked more than my fair share of bare bottoms over the years,  but,  allow me to dictate a whole scene from start to finish,  or write a spanking story,  then it will be done exactly as I have the vision in my mind. In real life there is an expectation that the panties will eventually come down,  I understand that,  and like I said above,  it is irrelevant to me. So at the same time I am not bothered in performing that service for a play partner either,  as I know that it reaches certain triggers for many people,  so obviously I am happy to oblige the lady in question if that is something that works for her.

I also have happy triggers though,  many of them,  and if a girl is pleasant enough to grant me a few of those triggers in real life then why wouldn’t I also be happy to give her what she wants,  the way that she wants it. Again,  that is a topic that I have broached many times,  but I know what it is that I like,  what works for me,  and I’m not afraid to ask for it. So you can bet your bottom dollar when I write a spanking story,  every trigger that works for me is included in that story!! Let me know your own thoughts below if you so wish,  this is a topic that I love to engage in.

Of course you never know,  if I like your idea then I might write about it. You can also email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com if you so wish.

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Time For A New Story

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Many years ago,  back on the Compuserve days,  I used to write lots of stories. Of course back then I was just starting out so the stories sucked. The thing is though,  despite being known for my vintage spanking collection,  people come to this site copiously to read the stories,  and from what I can see they will read the same story over and over again if they like it. It is one thing that I neglect as I might write one story a year nowadays. My plan originally had been to publish a book of stories,  something that I may still do,  but for now I will focus my attention on short stories for this site.

Below is a list of ideas that I have,  but it isn’t done and dusted. There are times where I read a story and it gives me an idea to write my own story,  so perhaps you have your own ideas for a spanking story that you would like me to tackle. A number of the stories that I have written were upon request which I turned into a story I shared with everyone. There are checkboxes in the form below and you can enter as many or as few as you want. Here is a synopsis of the ideas that I currently have for my new story.

Part 2 of a story already written:

  1. 3 Girls (Part 2) – A follow up to the story  “3 Girls“. This time it is Nicole’s turn for a spanking,  but she can’t wait until her birthday,  she wants to see Uncle Jim before that,  and alone.
  2. Laura’s Mom Gets Spanked – A follow up to  “Birthday Spanking For Laura“. At the end of the last episode Brian dropped a hint that Laura’s mom might also get spanked,  does he follow through with the threat? You can bet your bottom dollar that if he does then Laura will be getting a maternal spanking that evening as well.
  3. Jane Returns With A Friend – A follow up story to  “Jane’s Birthday Spanking“. I’m not going to lie,  this is my favorite type of story to write,  and if I went with my choice alone then this would be the next story. Jane returns to summer camp the following year and once again gets to live with the camp director,  only this time she has brought a friend. Double birthday spankings,  girls spank each other,  but they pull a prank too far and a double bedtime spanking is due,  only this time for real.

New Story Ideas:

  1. Life In A Sorority – I already started one a couple of years ago under the title  “Bainbridge House“,  but I didn’t come close to making it presentable. I’m thinking sorority initiations,  sisterly spankings and housemother spankings.
  2. A Country Store – I’ve read several stories in this vain and wouldn’t mind putting my spin on it. Like any of my stories,  if you wanted to contribute you could name characters,  offer ideas,  pretty much anything that you wanted. I do like the idea religious paddles for Christian households.
  3. School Roleplay – This would be the hardest one to write because the idea has only just come to me. However,  the thought that I have is that one of the women in the neighborhood finds out that one of her neighbors goes to spanking parties and she is intrigued by the idea,  so much so that she is tempted to have a trip down memory lane.

Your Own Story Idea:

Perhaps you have your own idea in mind for a story that you would like me to tackle. If not,  you could also use this space to add to one of the stories above. Someone you know visiting the country store? Sending a deserving bottom to Bainbridge house. There is no requirement here,  but if you are like me there are certain types of stories that do it for you,  so this would be your chance to request something. It might not happen right away,  but it would be in the tank for use down the line. And finally of course,  if you don’t wish to use the form you can always leave a comment or write to me at richardwindsor@richardwindsor.com

Check as many boxes as you wish in the form below,  I do intend to get around to them all eventually.

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The Story Archive

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Occasionally I have to put the spanking stories in a visible post for the people who are not regular visitors here to see. It is one of the more popular features of this site and despite being known for finding rare pics,  the stories still account for 12.71% of all views on this site. So this time I am listing them with the scene content as well so that you can pick what is best for you.

In other news I am off work for a week so this week I will be posting something new for you every day,  which will mean rare spanking pics from now until next Sunday.

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A Lodgers Regret

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“Well if you were my daughter you would get a good sound spanking”

The words were still registering as her landlord closed the door behind him.

Mallory took her coat off and hung it up “A spanking,  pfft”

She was a little flustered as she made her way into the kitchen to prepare some food,  of course that was one area that she was covered in. The money issues mainly were revolved around frivolous activities,  like a new phone,  party gifts and a great night out. And then there were the car issues,  that one is genuine. Okay,  so what if he would have been more than understanding if her car trouble had left her short,  as he had in the past.

There was like a running conversation going on in her head,  mostly revolved around the guilt that he had always been really accommodating towards her,  it’s not like she takes advantage of his good nature all the time.

The horrible feeling of guilt didn’t leave her that evening as she still tried to make excuses in her head to justify her decisions. Maybe she could make it up to him somehow,  is it worth calling on daddy to wire her $300 to cover for her actions?

That thought quickly left. There would be even more guilt borrowing money from her Father knowing it was to cover her having been irresponsible. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? I’m 20 and a college junior for Christ’s sake,  not some snot nosed 10 year old.

The following day she made her way to her car and Mr. Watson happened to be in the garage,  her offering of  ‘Good morning’  went unanswered,  clearly it wasn’t as good a morning for him. Mallory put her purse in the car and made her way into the garage.

“Brian,  I’m really sorry that I am short with the rent,  I promise I will get it to you by the end of the week”

“And meanwhile I carry on paying the mortgage out of my own pocket,  huh?

Mallory looked sullen

Brian continued “It might be okay for you to saunter around without a care in the world,  but I have a family to care for. I give you a good price on an apartment to help you out and that’s how you repay me. There are plenty of students who would kill for an apartment like this and would happily pay a lot more than you are paying. Or not paying as the case may be”

Mallory looked like a scolded puppy as she apologized and turned towards her car. His words stung as she turned the key. Yes,  it was a great price,  a phenomenal one in fact,  well within her budget. That’s of course when you don’t go and spend that budget on a phone when you already have a good one.

Mallory spent the day at college in a haze,  it really bothered her that for once she got direct feedback from Brian,  instead of his usual accommodating behavior. What if he had planned to use that money for something important? This awful feeling came across her,  what if he had planned to take his wife and daughter out and now couldn’t afford to? It was really awful feeling this guilty,  more so than anything that she deserved to feel guilty,  and there was a strike against her right now in keeping an apartment that is virtually a gift comparatively speaking.

Driving home that afternoon she had to see Brian,  it will be so much easier if he can show some sympathy and accept a genuine apology.

The butterflies swam in her tummy as she walked up to press the doorbell,  and the wait for him to answer was dreadful. When he finally answered he almost appeared shocked to see her standing there,  and the disappointment was still clear on his face.

“Brian,  I’m truly sorry,  really I am,  it was really irresponsible of me and I promise I won’t let you down again”

The reality had set in by now that she could actually lose her apartment because of this.

Brian showed no wavering in his disappointment “Until the next time,  right? And then we go through this charade again”

“No,  I won’t do it again,  I promise. I feel really awful and I spent the day regretting what I had spent money on this month”

“At least I am finally seeing some contrition”

“I’ll make it up to you,  I promise,  I’ll have the money by Saturday”

Brian sighed  “Very well,  but we might have to come up with some type of agreement to ensure this doesn’t happen again”

“I can assure you that it won’t”

“Well it had better not,  otherwise you might be looking for a new place to live”

Those were the words that Mallory did not want to hear,  and a valuable lesson was being learned. “I understand” she replied

“Very well,  I expect the money by the weekend”

His demeanor had changed little throughout the whole conversation,  and while Mallory had some satisfaction that she was able to convince him she really was sorry,  he was still upset,  that was easy to see.

As he stepped back to go into the house Mallory offered up a final line “Please don’t be mad at me,  Brian”

He stepped forward again in an authoritative manner “Well those are the consequences of your actions. As I told you earlier,  if you was my daughter I would have spanked you,  so expect an little despondency on my part”

Mallory walked dejectedly upstairs to her apartment and thought to herself “And I deserve a spanking”

The following day Mallory was flitting around the apartment when the doorbell went. When she opened the door she was greeted by Mr. Watson. Before she had a chance to greet him he said “That shelf we wanted for your balcony has arrived so if you have time I can put it up for you”

For the first time this week Mallory smiled “Oh sure,  that would be great”. He even offered a slight smile as he came in.

As Brian set to work Mallory set about making him a nice cool drink. She went out on the balcony and put it on the table and in a relieved manner said “I’m so glad you are not mad at me anymore”

His expression changed “I’m still plenty mad at you,  but we can just put it aside and let time take its course”

Mallory became agitated at this “Damn,  I would rather take a spanking than have you act like this”

All of a sudden the words had come out. The two warnings he had given and her own self-realization that she deserved a spanking and there it was,  unable to be pulled back.

Brian was unfazed by the comment,  he simply added to it “Well you deserve a spanking for the way you acted”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Mallory turned to go back in with a blush on her face.

Twenty minutes later Brian had finished putting the shelf up on the balcony wall,  and once done he entered Mallory’s apartment. She was sat in a chair and quietly thanked him. Brian looked at her and asked “What’s wrong”?

Mallory fidgeted in the chair and replied “Your reaction has been like a cold hard truth to me and I’m disappointed in myself”

Brian went to wash his hands and when he returned to the silent room he said “Okay,  stand up”

Mallory had no idea why she didn’t fight his words as she stood on her feet. Brian began to sit and already Mallory pleaded “Do we have to,  Brian,  it’s not going to happen again”

“It’s your choice. We can either handle this now or you can bring the money to me at the weekend,  it’s entirely up to you”

Mallory dropped her shoulders and edged slightly closer

Brian held firm as she neared “If you decide to go through with it I’m going to spank you soundly,  to a point that you will have trouble sitting tonight,  and I won’t stop until I see some contrition from you”

Mallory sighed deeply and moved to his side,  then gently eased herself over his lap.

Like a well-seasoned parental figure he reached for the hem of her summer dress but stopped at the sound of the screech “Wait,  NO!!”

“A spanking isn’t a discussion,  now you can either get up or let me get to business”

Mallory dropped her head with a whimper,  then fidgeted really uncomfortably as she felt her dress come up over her panties,  the cool air breezing across her globes. Brian lay his hand of the thin pink nylon that only covered half her bottom and spoke once more “We have come this far,  now when I start spanking you I am not going to stop until I have finished,  do you understand”?

She had come this far and somewhat defiantly replied “Yes!”

Brian wasted no time,  he raised his hand and brought it down smartly on her right cheek. Mallory gasped for air but before she could even do that another had landed on her left,  and again and again. There was no formality about this,  Brian’s hand went back and forth,  back and forth,  covering every inch of the parts of her bottom covered by the thin nylon,  and equally the healthy expanse of bare cheek exposed at the bottom.

Mallory forgave any attempt to remain ladylike and composed,  instead she wriggled like a snake over his lap and tried her hardest to avoid the slaps the best she could. Of course she couldn’t avoid any and soon her luscious white bottom had turned into a deep pink hue.

At about the 90 second mark Mallory started to become vocal “Oww,  I’m sorr-ouch-y,  Brian,  I’m  owww,  sorry”

Brian only paused for the briefest of time to grasp the waistband of her panties “If I have to spank you again,  these will come down”

Even though the next volley of spanks landed Mallory had already decided that there wouldn’t be a next time,  but she still had to get through this and it was almost becoming unbearable.

As stoic as she had tried to remain she felt two tears run down her cheek,  it was almost like that was her cue to allow things to take their natural course and soon the tears flowed freely.

Brian had waited for them,  and once they started he knew what to do. He didn’t stop spanking right away,  he just kept going until he felt her go limp over his lap with her body heaving. It was finally over.

Brian helped Mallory up and then sat her in his lap,  and while she wouldn’t have thought of it at the time,  later on she realized that she had gone pretty much into fetal position once perched upon his lap as he held her.

They stayed where they were for as long as it took for her to compose herself. Once she had done this she even offered a faint smile through her tear stained face. Mallory climbed off of his lap and very gently rubbed her buns,  Brian asked her if she wanted him to stay but she shook her head and said “I will be fine”

She wanted him gone right away so that she could strip off and go to bed,  which is exactly what she did. Mallory lay on her bed face down for a full five minutes with just her thoughts to keep her company,  and then just to check she lifted her head to peer over her shoulder at her naked butt,  which was still as red as an apple. Grabbing hold of her favorite teddy bear that was it,  she fell fast asleep for a long nap.

After showering and checking her bottom a 100 times,  Mallory finally got ready for her afternoon class. She looked for Brian as she left but couldn’t see him anywhere. The first time that she allowed herself a proper smile that day was when her shorts covered bottom made contact with the hot car seat  “EEEPPP!!”  she yelped,  and then the first of many smiles appeared.

Brian was certainly right with what he said earlier,  sitting sucked for the whole day,  every traffic light was treated to a bum shuffling dance as Mallory tried to get comfortable. The main thing for her though was the catharsis. It was a well-deserved spanking and she got every ounce of it,  and while she vowed that there wouldn’t be a repeat performance,  she also knew that one would happen if she screwed up again. Quite silly when you think about it,  she thought to herself,  getting spankings at 20 years old.

When she finally caught up with Brian two days later they were like two old friends,  she even thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. As they parted the smile was back on her face as she started to leave,  but before she completed that a little sass appeared  “By the way”  she said,  “I’m hiding from you on my birthday”. They both laughed and Mallory headed upstairs.

“Some chance”  he said to himself

“Some chance”  she said to herself.

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