I stared at my Mother in Law as she turned to me and snapped “well Chloe, I will now teach you not to be rude about my friends. Over my knee and be quick about it girl and then it will be the slipper and cane as well my girl.”

I’m 23 years old and didn’t expect to ever be spanked again. Certainly not by my overbearing 48 year old Mother in Law, yet here she was, sitting on an upright spanking chair, demanding I present myself to be turned across her lap and spanked. Well, there was no way I was going to accept that kind of punishment. David might well have, and that turned me on, but having my butt thrashed was a real turn off for me. I was gob smacked.

“I’m sorry Betty?” I asked sounding astounded. Well I was flabbergasted in fact. She deliberately misinterpreted my comment. “Sorry doesn’t work Chloe. You need a spanking and I’m going to give you one.” I looked across at David who just stared at the wall. No help from him then. I looked back at Betty who sat glaring at me, daring me to object. Well I was going to object. I was going to strongly object. “No way Betty. You are not going to spank me.” “Oh yes I am.” “Think again Betty.” She smirked. “Well, someone gets spanked, and if it isn’t you then it’s David again.” David groaned from the wall and I heard him say “please Chloe, I can’t take any more.” I looked across. He kept looking at the wall. He was really scared of his Mother. “You wouldn’t” I said very seriously. “I would” she responded, and as though to test me she stood up, grabbed the cane, walked up to David and placed the cane across his bottom. “Shall I?” she dared me. I remembered back at school when one of my brothers was being bullied. The bully had David’s head over the toilet when I arrived and said “one step further and he gets a face full.” I said “one inch towards that toilet and you will get a spanking across my lap, bare bottom in front of everyone, and make no mistake dick head, I will do it.” I stared at the bully and he caved in. Having seen me do it to a friend of his at a party a few weeks earlier helped. I was fit, took self defence lessons, and could handle myself. “I wasn’t going to do it anyways” he said as he walked off. I didn’t say anything because he knew and his friends knew he had ducked out to a girl. Betty didn’t have the same history so it might be harder, but there was no way she was going to spank me, so I had to stand firm. “Hit him once more Betty and you will make me mad. So mad I will take that cane and use it on you.” Betty glared back at me. Sizing me up. I could see her mind working. But she must have thought I wouldn’t keep my nerve because she pulled the cane back and gave David another hard stroke and by the sound of David’s howl I guessed it hurt. Betty smirked at me, daring me to react, and react I did. “I told you not to Betty, and what do you do? Huh? Well, that’s not acceptable. Give me that cane” I said firmly. Betty said “exactly what I want to do Chloe” she said, smiling, as though she had said the world’s funniest joke. “I mean it Betty, hand it to me now.” This time I was even firmer. It wiped the smile off Betty’s face, but she held the cane closer to her chest. “Hand over the cane or you will get me livid, and you won’t want to make me livid. Believe me Betty.” That didn’t work because after a few seconds she snapped “Bend over you slut.” Now that hurt. I have never given her any reason to call me that. The stakes had been increased. I gave her a hard stare and took a few steps towards her. I reckoned she might take a swing and I could step under it and grab her arm. It might be unseemly to actually fight with my Mother in Law but she clearly wasn’t going to back off. Betty didn’t move. She kept the cane close to her and didn’t look to use it. She licked her lips which was the first indication she gave of conceding. “I tell you what Betty. Hand me the cane and I will only give you the same number of strokes you gave David. Make me take it from you and you will get double.” Betty’s eyes opened wide. She was worried all of a sudden. I only said it as a bluff, to make her say that she wouldn’t spank me and call it a day but now I smelt a more successful outcome. “I will count to three Betty. After that the deal is off. I will take the cane and you will get twenty six strokes. Minimum” I added. Betty licked her lips again and tensed as I took another step forward. “You won’t hit an old lady” she said. “Try me Betty. Try me” I said firmly. We stared at each other and I said “one.” Betty tensed again. “Two. No one calls me a slut and gets away with it.” Betty let the cane fall to her side. Had she suddenly realised what she had said I wondered. I don’t know, but slowly she held the cane out towards me and said “I’m sorry Chloe.” I remembered what she had said before. “I thought you don’t do sorry Betty” as I took the cane from her. I saw remorse in her eyes as she nodded. I was shocked when she started to unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt turned and walked over to the chair where she pulled her knickers down, kicked them off, and grabbed the seat of the chair. Betty turned to me and said “you didn’t get to three don’t forget.” “Fair enough” I snapped , really quite calmly as I realised that I was about to cane my Mother in Law. I really was. Betty turned again and looked down at the chair. I stood behind her and said in a stern voice “you will not try to get up because if you do it will be two extra strokes, each time. Understood Betty?” “Yes Chloe” she answered quietly, but respectfully I gauged. Well, I suppose you would if you knew you were about to be caned. Pissing off the disciplinarian isn’t good practice is it I thought, smiling. I swished the cane twice to help gauge the strength of the stroke I should use. Happy, I tapped her bottom a couple of times. Betty caught her breath. “Ready?” I asked. “Yes” Betty replied. I gave her bottom a serious stare. It looked so soft, so beckoning. I saw the spots of cellulite at the tops of her legs and smiled.

I hadn’t seen that before. My Mother in Law definitely kept that hidden from view, but now it was so different. Now she was naked below the waist and her bare bottom was staring at me, welcoming my attention, or maybe frozen with fear at the thought of it. But her bare luscious bottom was going to get my full attention and no mistake. I suddenly remembered all the times she had been hurtful to me or David. I could smell the revenge. I took aim, raised the cane, and pursing my lips I let rip. The whoosh was followed by a crack, which was followed by a loud gasp from Betty and a yelp. She had felt it all right. I watched her carefully, surprised she didn’t beg me to stop because I was sure I would have done. Instead she stayed bent over, waiting for the second stroke. I tapped her bottom again. This time she gasped and I realised how erotic I found it. My Mother in Law under my control, a cane in my hand, my decision on how much pain I inflict. Yes exceptionally erotic. I lifted the cane, pursed my lips again and wallowed in the sound of the whoosh, gasped myself at the sound of the yelp, and almost wet myself when I heard Betty’s scream. Nearly wet myself and nearly came. I calmed myself down. This was so sexy but I wanted to reserve that for David. I wanted to get myself in to a sexual state for him. No tapping this time. I just raised the cane and brought it down hard on my Mother in Laws bottom. I knew I was wetter between my legs than before but focused on the bottom I was thrashing, the job at hand. I concentrated and landed stroke after stroke on Betty’s red lined bottom. The crying filled the room, just as David’s had done before. The last stroke I made the hardest, and reveled in the crying that continued well afterwards, eyeing the weal’s that were drawn neatly across her bottom, the weal’s I had put there, with the cane I was holding. Betty lowered her head and didn’t try to stop her tears. I didn’t touch her. I just let her take her time to recover and eventually she stood up, rubbing her bottom, but so clearly in pain. Deserved pain I thought. Exciting pain. I decided to take one last poke at her pride. “Of course you spanked David as well Betty.” It was a statement. I could tell she realised what I had said. “Please Chloe, I’ll be good” she begged. “Would you have allowed David to get away with that?” Betty knew I had caught her out. “No” she conceded. “What do you suggest then Betty” I asked, enjoying her difficulty. “I’m really hurting after being caned, Maybe you could spank me in the morning dear?” she tried, her eyes begging. I thought for a second and knew I wanted to tend to David, so he could give me what I needed, which was his cock inside me screwing me to orgasm. “OK” I said, “but only if you go straight to bed. Lights off and nothing but sleep. Agreed?” “Thank you dear, yes agreed” she said, as she picked up her knickers and walked out of the room, well shuffled really rather than stride, one hand on her bottom rubbing herself as hard as she could, whimpering as she tried to rub away the obvious pain she was in. Wow, it still wasn’t over. I was going to spank my Mother in Law in the morning. How cool is that. I walked over to David who had stayed looking at the wall. I felt his warm bottom with the weal’s standing proud. “Were you listening?” I asked him. “I could hardly not hear Chloe. It was strange, being in the room whilst you caned my Mother.” “Never mind. Come on David, let’s put some cream on that” I said giving his bottom a tender rub. He had had enough punishment today after all. “I need a hug first Chloe, please.” I put my arms around his neck and he put his around my waist and as we pulled each other closer I kissed David. He kissed me back and I was just too aroused to stop, demanding “take me David, take me now.” I pulled my top over my head and unclipped my bra. David looked at me and said “I’ve just had my butt thrashed. I can’t do it Chloe.” “You better David or else I will take a belt to you.” I said forcefully. David looked at my breasts and suddenly his penis started to work, growing, and hardening. I sneered at him and said with a smile “I guess your friend thinks otherwise buddy.” David looked down, laughed, took his shirt off and stood there naked as I removed my skirt and knickers. We lunged at each other and kissed again. David swung me around, so I was leaning against the wall. I could feel his penis, long, erect. David put his hand on my vagina and knew I was soaking wet already. “You enjoyed watching me get thrashed didn’t you Chloe” he stated. “I sure did” I replied with glee. “You bitch” he said and then “you lovable bitch” as I jumped up, encircling his waist with my legs, hanging on to his neck, knowing David could take my weight. He lowered me gently on to his shaft and slipped in to my welcoming sex hole. I was well ready and the fact David was a bit behind didn’t matter. He was up for it now anyway. David bumped me up and down and I came within a couple of minutes, knowing I had more to come. David was getting there as I got my second orgasm, and he exploded inside me as I got my third. We were shuddering with passion when he let me down, kissed me, caressed my breasts and I squeezed his penis and balls in the way we both knew we enjoyed.   “Let’s go upstairs David. I’ll put some cream on your bottom and then we can carry on where we left off.” We collected our clothes and left the room. When we were going upstairs I asked “Do you think this spanking lark has an upside David?” “Well actually I was rather hoping we could have the upside without me getting spanked. I mean maybe I needn’t get spanked in future?” “Yeah right. Don’t be silly, you need to be spanked because you are so childish and so being disciplined needs to continue whenever you deserve it, but as I see it, with me spanking you then you get an upside you didn’t get with your Mum.” David said “well, it hurts like crazy, I mean really hurts,” I barked “tough on you buddy because I am going to discipline you in future, so get used to it.” “Ok,ok. I’ll just have to accept the afters are going to make up for the pain.” He smiled although I could see he wasn’t totally convinced. Still, his bottom was mine and that was good enough for me. As we walked arm in arm passed Betty’s room there was an unmistakable sound. The buzz of a vibrator. I was now furious. To be continued ... If you liked the story then read the first chapter, Betty Spanks, already on the site