Sarah, who was forty-five, arrived at the café known as Just Desserts. She was wearing a vest top, and a short skirt. She had on a bra, knickers, and slip-on trainers, but nothing else, all as instructed when making the booking online. 

There were two menus at Just Desserts. The first, as the name suggested, covered a variety of desserts, including ice cream, cakes, and the like. Soft drinks were also available, both hot and cold. 

The second menu, also as indicated by the name, had a whole list of punishments that you could request. They included being spanked, either over your knickers or underpants, or on your bare bottom, with the disciplinarian’s hand, or a hairbrush or paddle. You could also be tied to a punishment table and be thrashed with a leather strap, or a cane. All of these punishments were seen as the client’s ‘just desserts’ for misbehaving. 

Sarah had gone online and made choices from the second menu, because she had several fantasies about being disciplined, and, when she discovered this restaurant, which was only a couple of miles from where she lived, she couldn’t get it out of her head, and so placed the order.  

Sarah requested, and paid for, a bare-bottom spanking being placed across the disciplinarian's lap, being spanked by both the disciplinarian's hand and a wooden-backed hairbrush. After that, she wanted to be tied down on the punishment table and thrashed with a leather strap. After all, that was all what she so often fantasied about suffering, getting sexually aroused by her fantasy, and she now wanted to experience the reality of her fantasy. Her request was also specifically for a female disciplinarian her daughter’s age, as an added part of her fantasy was to submit to a much younger woman. She asked for the disciplinarian to be dressed in a vest top and shorts so she would be across her bare lap. 

Those using the café for food entered through the shopfront. However, those ordering through the second menu entered at the rear of the building. That was the way that Sarah entered the building, and was signed in by the receptionist. 

Sarah was then directed upstairs, where she was met by another receptionist, who directed her to the punishment room. Once in there, she was told to wait for the disciplinarian to come and deal with her. 

Once Sarah was alone in the punishment room, she had a look around. There were two high-backed chairs, and what was clearly a punishment table because it had leather cuffs that were there to secure your wrists, waist, thighs, and ankles. As much as she quivered at the sight of that, she knew she really did want to be tied down for when she was thrashed with the leather strap. As soon as she had seen on the menu that being tied down was available, she had specifically asked for that to happen to her. 

Sarah was only there a few moments before the door opened, and she turned to look at the disciplinarian. She got what was without doubt the biggest shock of her life when she saw that the disciplinarian was her daughter, Victoria.  

To be fair, Victoria also looked shocked when she saw that the client she was going to discipline was her mum. Victoria was twenty-four, dressed in a sleeveless black dress with a hem a few inches above her knees, and with bare legs. 

Sarah partially recovered from the shock, and her first comment was, “I didn’t know you worked here, Victoria.” 

Victoria saw her mum blush and added, “I told you I worked in a café, which, technically, I do, Mum.” 

Sarah knew she was blushing as the startling reality was that she had often fantasied about being spanked by her daughter. However, she didn’t want to admit that, and replied, “I guess that is right, Victoria, you did tell me that. Anyway, we can't do this, so I had better get going. We can discuss this tonight.” 

Victoria immediately blocked the door and said in a very stern tone of voice, “No, Mum. You have paid to be punished, and that is what I fully intend to do. You have been very specific about the punishment that you want, so you have clearly given that a lot of thought. After all, once you get over the fact that I am your daughter, that is exactly what you came here to get. I am a fully trained disciplinarian, and know exactly how to give you what you want.” 

When Victoria saw that her mum was still rather flummoxed, she said, “I didn’t know that you were into being spanked, Mum.” 

That led Sarah to reply, “Actually, Victoria, I didn’t know that you were into giving a spanking. Anyway, I really don’t think we should go through with this, given that I am your Mum." 

Sarah certainly didn’t want to push her way past her daughter, who, in any case, being a girl who regularly went to the gym, was, no doubt, rather stronger than herself. Sarah also knew that Victoria was absolutely right about the fact that she wanted to be thrashed, which was why she was here. So, maybe it was right that all she had to do was overcome the fact that she was going to be thrashed by her own daughter. 

So, telling herself that she was going to accept that her daughter would be thrashing her, Sarah replied, “Okay, then, Victoria. Let’s do it.” 

As Sarah said that, she realised she was feeling comfortable being the submissive here. She had often thought how authoritative her daughter was, with a haughty tone of voice that she told herself she had to obey. Well, it looked like that was going to happen today. 

Victoria stayed blocking the door, as she instructed, “Okay, Mum, take your knickers, skirt, and shoes, off.” 

Victoria knew that so long as her mum did that, she would be the one in control and her mum would continue to be the submissive. 

Sarah gasped at the instruction, but, having got her head pretty much around what was going to happen, she did as she was told. She kicked her shoes off, undid her skirt, and pushed it downwards, catching her knickers on the way, and then stepped out of both items of clothing. As she scooped them up and stood up, she did feel strange, but told herself that she just had to do as she was told, albeit by her daughter. 

Victoria was used to being the dominant person in the room. She had taken on the job because she had always had this fantasy of wanting to punish older men and women. As she had spent time on the Internet, even before working here, she already had a good idea of how to give a good hard spanking, as well as using implements such as the hairbrush and strap. She still went through several training sessions, but, for the last two years, she was a fully trained disciplinarian, and this was her full-time job, which was actually very well paid. 

Being experienced, Victoria knew that once her mum had taken off her knickers, she picked them up, making out that she was placing them somewhere else. However, the reason she picked them up was to check whether they were damp. She wasn’t at all surprised to find that they were damp, confirming that her mum must have been turned on by the thought of being thrashed as she made her way to the café. 

As Sarah watched her daughter pick up her shoes, knickers, and skirt, and place them on a spare chair, she told herself that she could trust her daughter, and, therefore, now focused more on the punishment that she had most certainly thought out and wanted. 

Now that Sarah was up for being punished by her daughter, she thought she had better check and asked, “Do I refer to you as Victoria, as Miss, or something else?” 

Victoria replied, “It’s fine if you call me Victoria, and I call you, Mum. That’s the reality, after all.” 

Sarah felt good enough about that, and was now ready to obey her daughter, immediately. 

Victoria went and sat on one of the high-backed chairs, glared at her mum, and instructed, “Come here and bend across my lap, Mum. I need to spank your very naughty bottom.” 

Sarah experienced a very noticeable quiver in her vagina as she heard the instruction, went and stood by her daughter, and then bent down across her lap. She hadn’t expected to be quite so aroused, but was delighted that she was. 

As Victoria looked down at her mum’s bare bottom, placed her hand on her mum’s bottom cheeks, and rubbed in circles, she felt fully in control. She had obviously seen her mum’s bare bottom when at home, but, of course, never in such a submissive position. 

Once Sarah had settled down across her daughter’s lap, she rather liked the submissive position across Victoria’s lap, even as her daughter rubbed her bottom. It sent more quivers flying around her vagina. When she looked at the floor, though, not far from her face was a wooden-backed hairbrush which, she realised, was what Victoria was going to use on her bottom. It wasn’t so dissimilar to the one that she had at home and used on her own hair, but she knew that when it was used to spank her bottom, it was going to feel very different. She even felt the quivers reduce as she thought about the pain to come. 

Victoria rubbed her mum’s bottom a few times, as she always did with whoever was across her lap, although she certainly had different feelings this time. However, she didn’t hold back, raised her hand, and brought her hand down quite hard on her mum’s far bottom cheek, enjoying how it flattened under her hand and then bounced around. She then proceeded to spank her mum on alternate bottom cheeks, enjoying how her mum stayed in position, although she did gasp from time to time, and started to squirm around on her lap, clearly finding it difficult to cope. Well, Victoria knew that if this was the first time that her mum had been properly spanked, then the reaction was not unusual. 

Sarah was surprised that she was finding it more painful than she had expected. Of course, she knew that the spanking had to hurt, but, somehow, this hurt more than she had expected. Was it because her daughter was particularly fit because of her gym activities, or was it because of the training she had had as a disciplinarian? In fact, Sarah supposed that it would be both those things that enabled Victoria to spank her so hard. 

It also surprised Sarah that the spanking went on for longer than she had expected. It wasn’t that she was counting anything, but it did just seem to go on for quite a while, and get increasingly hard, leaving her bottom stinging with the pain. 

Victoria, on the other hand, was very experienced at spanking bottoms just like her mum’s, and never took shortcuts. Clients paid quite a lot of money to be disciplined in this way, and yet so many of them came back because Victoria knew she gave real value for money. Hence, she just continued to spank her mum’s bare bottom with her hand, seeing how both cheeks were being turned darker and darker shades of red.  

Once Victoria had spanked her mum’s bare bottom with her hand for long enough so that both bottom cheeks were already red, she gave the very firm instruction, “Okay, Mum, now hand me the hairbrush.” 

Sarah heard the instruction, and quickly scrabbled around on the floor, grabbed the hairbrush, and, squirming around, lifted it up and handed it to her daughter. She wasn’t surprised that she did all of that so quickly because, what she didn’t want, was her daughter to get angry with her and spank her even harder with the hairbrush than she might otherwise do. She realised those were true submissive feelings, and was very happy with them. 

Victoria was pleased with the way her mum handed her the hairbrush so quickly, took a hold of it, tapped her mum’s bottom with the wooden-paddle side of the hairbrush a couple of times, but didn’t say anything because that wasn’t necessary. Instead, she raised the hairbrush up, and then brought it down with a loud whack on her mum’s far bottom cheek, proceeding then to spank her mum on alternate bottom cheeks once again, with the hairbrush. 

What Victoria knew, was that it wasn’t necessary to speak any words. The hairbrush was what was the equivalent of speaking the words, and, as she had found early on in her career as a disciplinarian, when she was spanking someone’s bottom, the last thing they wanted to do was talk, because they were struggling so much to cope with the spanking. 

When Sarah had fantasied about being spanked with a hairbrush, she really didn’t think it would hurt anywhere near as much as it was just then. She told herself that, if she had known that it would hurt this much, then she would have just asked for the spanking to be by hand. However, as she was struggling more and more to deal with the spanking with the hairbrush, it also struck her that being spanked with a leather strap was likely to hurt even more. How was she going to cope with that, she asked herself? She knew, though, it was too late to ask not to be tied down to the punishment table and thrashed with the leather strap, because that was exactly what she had asked to have happen to her. She certainly didn’t want the embarrassment of admitting to her own daughter that she couldn’t take it, for sure, in case her daughter thought she was being a wimp. 

Victoria normally gave up to sixty spanks with the hairbrush, half on each bottom cheek, but still alternately. She saw no reason to give her mum any less, although, to be fair, as she could hear her mum crying by the time she got to about forty of those spanks, but not begging her to stop, she told herself that she would still give the full sixty spanks. 

Once Sarah knew that her eyes were filling with tears, and then felt them dribbling down her face, she knew there was no way that she was going to be able to stop herself from crying. That was humiliating all by itself, because she certainly didn’t expect that to happen. After all, how could being thrashed be sexually arousing if it was so painful that you cried? 

On the other hand, Sarah told herself that all she had to do was lie there and take every spank. She was managing to do that, so maybe she was coping better than she had thought? 

Once Victoria had landed all sixty spanks with the hairbrush, she knew the punishment was a long way from being over, and she gave the very firm instruction, “Okay, Mum, get off my lap, go to the punishment table, bend over, and put your wrists close to where the leather cuffs are at the far end. I will then secure you to the table, and use the leather strap on your still very naughty bottom.” 

Sarah realised that she was sniffing back tears as she pushed herself up from her daughter’s lap. She didn’t say anything as she quickly stepped across to where the table was, although she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her stinging bottom. As soon as she got to the table, though, she bent over, and, as instructed, managed to place her wrists very close to where the cuffs were. On the downside, she realised that she couldn’t rub her bottom anymore, but, on the upside, she was at least going to be tied down and so would have no option but to remain in place as her daughter thrashed her bottom with the leather strap. Given how hard a spanking Victoria had given her with the hairbrush, Sarah told herself not to expect anything that was going to be easy to cope with when her daughter used the leather strap on her already stinging bottom. However, she still wanted to go through with it, and, being tied down would help her deal with the pain as she would have no chance of avoiding a single lash and would just have to accept the whole thrashing. 

As soon as Victoria saw that her mum was in position on the punishment table, she went over and secured both her wrists in the leather cuffs. Victoria then secured her mum’s waist with that strap, followed by both thigh straps, and, finally, her mum’s ankles with the last two of the leather cuffs. 

Once fully secured in place, Sarah realised just how vulnerable she was. There was no way that she could protect her bottom, even if she wanted to, but that was why she had asked to be tied down when being thrashed with the leather strap. Therefore, she had no reason to complain about what was about to happen, but still wanted it. 

Victoria went to the cupboard, took out a thick two-pronged leather strap, and positioned herself for the thrashing that she was going to give her mum. 

Victoria knew that she was particularly adept at using the leather strap. It was thick, and the two-prongs certainly added to the pain that she could inflict with it. As she landed the first lash, and saw the marks that it left, heard the loud gasp from her mum, and saw how her mum pulled at the leather cuffs, but, of course, without success, she knew that her mum was really going to struggle now.  ...