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