I met 43 year old Janet quite by chance. I am 28 years old and have always fancied older women so it felt really right. We met at a bar, one thing led to another, I went back to her house, had a few more drinks, played around a bit until Janet gave me a playful smack on my bottom. It didn’t hurt as I was wearing jeans, but I didn’t object, in fact I just blushed, and she could tell from the look on my face that I might take more. She smiled, and then a stern word later and I had taken down my jeans and underpants and was lying across her lap being spanked. At first it was playful, then more intense, and by the end Janet was scolding me and reduced me to tears.
What shook me was that I found it a wonderful experience. I hadn’t been spanked when living at home although I had often wondered what it would feel like, particularly if spanked by an older woman. In the event it was made even better because Janet was so aroused and made me so aroused that she took me to bed and we made love for hours. The following morning I met Tessa, her 18 year old daughter. Janet is curvy with shoulder length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that flash when she is angry, and smile brightly when happy. She has a great sense of humour but is a no nonsense motherly type who can be my friend when I am good and discipline me severely when I am not. Tessa is slim, long brown hair and dark brown eyes, a bit of a handful at times with a waspish voice although someone who is much like her Mother when it comes to discipline, as I was to find out. Several dates later and I moved in. Janet always said “David, my job is to protect and correct.” I soon found out what that meant. Janet looked after me, cooked for me and did my washing, and we became lovers and best friends. That was protecting me. But when I overstepped the mark she would put me across her lap and spank me until I cried. That was correcting me. Mind you, I loved the relationship. An older woman to whom I made love and who had the right, in fact obligation, to discipline me. It didn’t seem so bad when Tessa watched me being spanked. Sure she is only 18 years old, but family, often affected by what I did wrong, so rightfully entitled to watch me disciplined. It changed one day. I was argumentative at the dinner table and a row erupted. Janet and Tessa took one view with me taking the other, until I told them both how stupid they were. The look they both gave me turned me cold. I knew I was going to be spanked. Janet stood up, turned her chair in to the room, and sat back down. “Stand right there” she ordered, pointing to the floor in front of her. I had no alternative as I had accepted her decisions on discipline for so long now it was second nature. “Trousers and pants off” she snapped, and they were soon around my ankles and kicked off on to the floor. “Now bend over and grab both sides of the chair so our faces are inches away from each other.” This was new. I bent forward and grabbed the seat of the chair, brushing her thighs, and our eyes were inches apart. Janet smiled and said “Now, Tessa is going to stand by you and give you a spanking on your bare bottom, and you had better accept it.” I looked startled. “But she is only 18. She can’t spank me.” “Oh yes she can, and yes she will. You insulted her like you insulted me. She is mature, and I think she will find a man just like you, one who needs protection and correction, so she needs to know how to spank properly.” I looked at Janet, deep in to her eyes, and knew she had no intention of relenting. I gave the slightest of nods which brought a broad smile from my older lover and the instruction “OK Tessa, medium first and build up to hard, like you saw when your Aunt spanked your cousin the other day.” “Right Mum” she answered. I could feel her heat as he stood next to me, placed a palm on my back, and rubbed my bottom before drawing her hand back and landing a spank on my left bottom cheek. An 18 year old girl, the daughter of my lover, had just given me her first spank, quickly and methodically followed by many many more as she spanked all over my bottom whilst Janet was looking at me, staring in to my eyes, and encouraging Tessa to spank me harder and harder. I was struggling with the spanking after a while, tears filling my eyes, my vision blurring, and Janet whispering how I must learn not to be rude, to either of them. “I’m sorry” I mumbled through the pain. Suddenly the spanking stopped and Tessa was just rubbing my bottom and legs. Janet took my face in her hands and kissed me, opening her mouth, beckoning my tongue to entwine hers as I kissed her back. Tessa kept rubbing my legs first at the back and then my inner thighs. It was sensual, arousing, and I soon had an erection. I wondered whether the 18 year old should be touching me in this way, and as Janet kissed with increased vigour so Tessa moved her fingers up until they brushed my balls. I withdrew from Janet’s kiss and was about to complain but Janet jumped in first with “she has to learn David. So she will continue and you will let her. Don’t worry, you will be across my lap soon enough for my discipline. Now kiss me again, and mean it” she added with a snap. I bent forward, our open mouths enclosed around each other and my tongue searched out Janet’s. Tessa renewed her gentle caressing of my legs and balls until I was fully erect. Then whilst still kissing Janet Tessa started spanking me again, harder than before, but still my erection remained. I wondered at how I was being kissed by my 43 year old lover and spanked by her 18 year old daughter, at the same time. It was different, and I had to admit very arousing. Janet withdrew her lips, looked deep in to my eyes and said “OK David, my turn to discipline you. Get across my lap.” I bent across and now the normal hard effective spanking started, with Janet spanking me with her flat open firm hand, as methodically as Tessa had done, but harder, using her experience more than her strength, but I was soon struggling much as I always did, knowing that soon enough the hairbrush would appear and I would really start to feel the pain. “Get the hairbrush Tessa” I heard Janet instruct, and I saw Tessa leave the room for a few minutes before bringing back the hairbrush that Janet used so effectively on me. “Give him two dozen Tessa” I heard Janet say, and I looked up to see the 18 year old standing next to us, the hairbrush above her head, about to strike me with it. I felt Janet’s hand in the small of my back, gently but firmly, making me to stay still. More education for Tessa it seemed, with me as the target. The first spank hit home and I gasped. “Good girl” Janet said, “just like I showed you on the pillow” she added. So Janet had been teaching her daughter how hard to spank with this thing. She was a good teacher I thought. Tessa gave me a breather between each 6 strokes. Janet rubbed my bottom and told me how red it was, and how well I was taking my punishment. I looked around and saw Tessa again with the hairbrush held up and ready to strike, looking intently at my bottom, concentrating, making sure her aim was good and I felt each stroke. Just like her Mother looks when she makes me lie across her lap and lays in to me with that same hairbrush.