It was Christmas, and Dad and Mom had invited my favorite female senior administrator over for dinner. Janet, a knock-out beauty of thirty-two, was recently divorced and a mother of one five year old girl. Janet was my Dad’s work partner at the State Department and I dreamed of having her over my knee more times then I could count. I was seventeen at the time.

Janet was well-dressed in hose and a pretty white dress with red shoes. She had the outlines of a athlete, very toned, the perfect MILF. Her best attribute by far was her tight, firm butt. I so wanted to squeeze it.

Dad allowed me to drink wine as it was a special occasion, so I did. It didn’t take long for the wine to give me a buzz. I was talking to Janet when, all of a sudden, I reached around, grabbed her ass and landed her a kiss. She pushed me away and slapped me. I was startled but walked away. If she was going to hit me I was going to hit back. As my parents were upstairs working on dinner I decided it was payback time. I went to my room and grabbed a leather belt. Folding it over I returned to Janet who now had her back to me as she watched the fire in the fire place. I walked up quietly to her, pulled back on the belt and swish…made contact with her beautiful backside.

A bunch of bad words came from her mouth, and I quickly put my hand over her mouth. I didn’t want my parents worried. She pushed me away and grabbing my upper arm, escorted me to the living room where a sofa awaited for what I knew wouldn't’t be a sit and tell conversation but a sit and spank session. She sat down, un-buttoned my pants and pulled them down. She pulled me over her lovely lap and gently rubbed my ass, telling me I was a bad boy and bad boys deserved to be spanked. Smack, smack came two very hard hand spanks to both cheeks.

I cried out, both embarrassed and relived to see Mom there. She was fuming over what she saw. How dare anyone take control of her son without her permission. I was told to get up and put my pants back on. Mom and Janet were about to have a “talk” and I could hardly wait.

I was sent to the other room where I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation. Words like, “how dare you”, “who do you think you are”, “my son would never…” and “I want you out of this house”.

When I heard these words I ran in and pleaded with Mom to change her mind. I explained to her that I had a better idea.

“Why not the spanker becomes the spankee?”

Mom looked at me then Janet and surprised both of us when she informed Janet she could stay if she agreed to a spanking. Janet’s face turned red with embarrassment. She thought for a second thinking maybe leaving was the best thing to do. I sensed the hesitation and reminded her that I knew of the large contract she and my Dad were working on and the big bonus she wouldn't’t get if she left if I told Dad what had happened. Trapped she looked at my Mom and nodded her head. Mom asked her for a verbal response. She stated she would agree to the spanking.

What happened next will stay with me forever. Mom took Janet’s arm lifting her from the sofa. Mom sat down and guided Janet over her lap. Smoothing her beautiful Janet up and explained to her that as I was the one who was “scared for life” by Janet’s brief hand spanking, I should be the one to reciprocate. Janet tried to protest claiming I was just a boy. Mom simply gave her a ultimatum, take a spanking from me or she would spill the beans with Dad. Trapped, she agreed.

I took Mom’s seat on the sofa. Mom lifted up her skirt and helped her over my lap. I was at awe at her beauty. I was day dreaming thinking about the spanking when I heard Mom snap her fingers bringing me back to Earth. I lowered Janet's pantyhose and panties and stroked her magnificent fanny cheeks. I decided to use a saying Mom used with me, “This is going to hurt me more then it will you”. I then tightened my right hand around her waist and let my left hand do it work. I spanked from cheek to cheek over and over and over again. Janet tried to struggle off my lap, but I held her firmly.

My hand covered much of her bottom, leaving nice light-red hand prints. There were few words, and my way of communication was with my strong left hand. I decided to spank her until I felt Janet turn submissive and not “fight” my spanking.

I started to feel sorry for her when I stop briefly so I could rest my hand. If I didn’t know better I would say Janet was enjoying the spanking, as she was getting wet. I resumed the spanking until she gave in and gave up, becoming my submissive. Mom ordered me to stop and helped the freshly spanked MILF into the corner. Janet didn’t expect what came next when Dad walked up to her in the corner and landed six hard smacks to her red bottom, causing her to cry. All in all this was the best Christmas I ever had. I can’t wait until next year.