Mrs Collins opened the door to Mrs Howard, her cleaner who immediately asked “did you give Ellie the spanking as we discussed?”
She could tell from Mrs Collin’s face she hadn’t. Mrs Collins answered somewhat sheepishly “Well I saw how red her bottom was after you had spanked her and felt sorry for her.” “I see. So, how has she been this week with you?” “Oh you know, just like any 16 year old I suppose.” “You mean she was rude to you again.” “I guess” Mrs Collins said quietly. “How rude?” Mrs Howard pressed. “Well, very actually. Lots of lip and she never did what I asked her to.” She looked at Mrs Howard and blushed. “What did I tell you?” “To enforce my discipline as spanking is the only thing Ellie understands.” “Exactly Marsha. What did I tell you I would do if you failed to enforce discipline?” Mrs Collins looked up quickly as she realised what the use of her first name meant. “Please don’t. I will try harder. I promise.” “You promised last time, and the time before. No, it’s not good enough. Take your skirt off and lower hose knickers of yours. Quickly.” Mrs Collins put her hand to her mouth. She is 37 years old. A Mother. Mrs Howard was her cleaner. Just her cleaner. Well maybe not just her cleaner but surely she shouldn’t let her cleaner spank her? Well, again actually because this was not the first time after all. Mrs Collins thought these thoughts whilst at the same time, almost mindlessly, she was unzipping her skirt and allowing it to fall to the floor before walking over to Mrs Howard. “Right Marsha, I hope this teaches you a valuable lesson. Take off your knickers and get across my lap” Mrs Howard ordered. Marsha nodded and obediently put her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and eased them down to her knees, lifting each leg to ease them off, conscious that Mrs Howard had a perfect view of her hair mound, blushing at the thought, feeling embarrassed, humiliated, childish, and naughty, knowing she was going to be disciplined. She eased herself down and across her cleaners lap. Not for the first time. Mrs Howard had taken her to task before and she knew just how hard she spanked. Very hard. She just wished she could be more like Mrs Howard, but found it so hard. “You will find this more severe than before Marsha, so prepare yourself.” Mrs Howard looked at the bare legs and bare bottom lying across her lap and smiled as she rubbed her hand gently all over it, warming it up, as she decided just how red she was going to turn Marsha’s soft and ample bottom. She played with the idea of having her remove her short sleeved blue vest top and the bra she could see stretching out, to allow her breasts to fall free and to see them bounce as she thrashed her buttocks, but decided against that. Somehow having her naked made it sexual. This wasn’t sexual. This was good old fashioned discipline. So instead she raised her hand and brought it down hard on Marsha’s bottom. Mrs Howard enjoyed spanking people, whether they were 16, like Ellie, 37 like Marsha, or 34 like her own husband. She found having control over others and spanking them for as long and as hard as she decided, empowering, exciting, intoxicating, and above all sexually arousing. She loved turning smooth bottoms a deep shade of red, whether it was with the open palm of her hand, a slipper, a belt or a hairbrush. She used them all, and knew she used them effectively. No one left her knee without knowing they have been thrashed and left with a red and sore and stinging bottom, maybe also the tops of their legs as well. Afterwards sometimes she would have her spankee help bring her to orgasm. Ellie and her husband did, and she would often bring them to orgasm. Except for the times when she spanked someone for discipline only. Then there was no sex. Like the last time she had spanked her husband he knew she would not give him any sexual pleasure as he had earned a discipline spanking. He had to satisfy her, with his tongue, because she had to secure the release of the sex that had built up inside her. Sometimes even then she shooed her husband away and used her vibrator for that. She had never had sex with Marsha. She saw Marsha as a project. She wanted to make her understand that the only way to control someone like Ellie, her oh so naughty 16 year old daughter, was to thrash her hard. Not just the namby pamby dozen or so spanks she usually gave, but a proper rounded severe spanking that would make Ellie think hard before being naughty again. Of course Mrs Howard was very pleased to spank Ellie whether she deserved it or not because she enjoyed the sex afterwards and made Ellie the exception. She would always give her a hard spanking, always followed by the afters, and only then discipline Ellie when Marsha asked her to. It was three weeks ago that she gave Marsha her first spanking. They had argued, and Marsha had accused Mrs Howard of not knowing what she was talking about. Mrs Howard decided to show Marsha she did know how to deal with rudeness and forced her across her lap and spanked her bare bottom. It seemed to work because Marsha was very apologetic afterwards, as she rubbed her sore bottom that is. Well, as life would have it, the following week Marsha snapped at her again and so Mrs Howard spanked Marsha again and wondered if Marsha would learn her lesson as she made this one rather harder than the first one. So now part way through her third spanking Marsha was squirming around on Mrs Howard’s lap but already had both arms held securely in her grasp. She had no defence. No way to stop the constant barrage of spanks raining down on her bare unprotected bottom. She was soon crying and asking Mrs Howard to stop, but soon learnt those requests were like honey to her, sweet, rewarding, and always encouraged her to spank even harder. She spanked Marsha’s bottom whilst watching for the tears to flow down her face, as they inevitably would. Marsha couldn’t hold back. The spanking hurt. She wondered if Mrs Howard enjoyed humiliating her, 37 years old with tears running down her face, with sole discretion on when her punishment would finish. “How do you feel Marsha?” Mrs Howard asked although not stopping for one moment. “It hurts” Marsha moaned. “No Marsha, I know it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt.” Mrs Howard gave several spanks on the top of one leg and was rewarded with howls from Marsha, and then gave her several spanks on the top of the other leg and laughed when Marsha howled again in reaction to each spank. “So Marsha, I will ask you again. How do you feel?” “I am very sorry Mrs Howard, really I am.” “That’s better. So will you be spanking Ellie in future, good hard long spankings?” “Yes, yes, I will, but please stop now.