I am Julie, fifty-two. My daughter, Lorna, lives with me, and she is in her twenties.

I am writing this about my bucket wish list. Whilst a bucket list, there is only one item on my list - I want Lorna to put me across her lap and spank my bottom.

I have had the wish for a while, probably since Lorna was eighteen. I would often find myself gazing at Lorna, picturing myself across her lap, her hand spanking down on my bottom, and so imagining living out my wish.

There would be other times when I let her down, which wasn't so often, but still too many times, and she would be annoyed with me. I told myself that I could say to her to give me a spanking because that might stop me from doing those wrong things again. I never could bring myself to ask.

I even got into reading spanking stories about daughters spanking their mums, and was able to make a comment saying how much I wished my own daughter, Lorna, would spank me. However, whilst I managed to put that in writing, I still couldn’t bring myself to verbalise it to her.

I do love Lorna. She is like me, so she is of a medium build. Today, she is wearing a vest top and tight micro shorts that show off her lovely bare thighs and her bare arms. I am wearing a sleeveless dress.

So, thinking about my wish, for quite a while now, I have wanted to tell Lorna about my wish list, but I have never picked up the courage to. However, I would love her to spank me, not just the once but regularly, say, once a week, as a type of maintenance spanking using role play, where she is the authoritative daughter and I am not the most responsible of mothers. I have never seriously thought of her setting me rules which I have to obey and, if I break one, use that as the excuse for giving me another very hard bare bottom spanking. I just like the idea of having a stinging bottom and gasping as I squirm around on a seat after the spanking. As role play, she can scold me and make out I have disobeyed her, and that is the reason for the spanking. I am cool with that.

Mind you, if the only way to get Lorna to spank me is to let her set me rules, then I think I would agree to that, at least probably. I suppose that I do have quite a strong personality, but Lorna’s is even stronger, and she makes better decisions than I do. Hence, maybe I could let her tell me what to do, being in charge of me, and with full disciplinary control. After all, I know that I do have shortcomings that I am sure will be corrected if I know I will be spanked if I keep doing those wrongs.

So, I just am not sure if I want Lorna to spank me because I want to suffer the pain, or because it is right that she is in charge. I just have the wish to be spanked, rather than the reason.

I do know that my wish to be spanked by my daughter has never been sexual. I just love the idea of having a stinging bottom, and squirming around uncomfortably on a chair after a spanking, with Lorna seeing how successful she has been in giving me a spanking. The only person I ever wanted to have spank me was my daughter. Hence, my bucket list with just the one wish, which is to be spanked by my daughter, Lorna.

Today, whilst Lorna described aspects of her stay at her girlfriend's house, I started to get the feeling that I was going to get the chance to be spanked by Lorna. If so, it would certainly be a game-changing day for me, and, hopefully, for Lorna as well.

It was the first time that Lorna had discussed spanking with me. We weren’t discussing her spanking me, but she explained to me how spanking was used by her girlfriend’s family. I knew that to extend the discussion to Lorna spanking me, it would mean that I would have to pluck up the courage to ask Lorna to spank me, as I doubted that she would be the one to say that I needed a spanking. However, as much as spanking was being discussed, right now, I didn’t know whether I would get spanked today, or whether my hope to be spanked by Lorna would fizzle out once again.

However, right now, though, I am beginning to have the real hope that this could be a game-changing day for me, when I am going to live out my wish of Lorna spanking me, and, during a gap in the discussion, I am thinking about how the buildup has happened. It was just the ending that I didn’t know yet.

The buildup started just an hour ago, when Lorna told me about her stay at her girlfriend, Katie’s, house. Katie and her mum live with Katie's grandma, Grandma Jane, who has disciplinary control over not just Katie and her mum, but over Katie’s older sister, Mona, as well. Lorna has told me how the three of them feel happier because Grandma Jane has full disciplinary control over them all. They all see the benefit of boundaries being set for them and having one of them in charge, even though they are all adults. There aren't rules as such, but Grandma Jane uses the 1,2,3 rule if she needs something done. If she gets to 3, then that means an immediate bare-bottom spanking for the offending adult.

Lorna told me how she had watched as Katie’s mum and Katie’s older sister were both spanked several times during her three-week stay. However, Lorna told me how she clearly saw how they were never cross after each spanking, as they knew it was right that they had been spanked and corrected. They chatted happily to each other, even with their stinging bottoms making them squirm around, and none of the others made sarcastic comments about someone their age being spanked.

I asked Lorna whether she was subject to the same discipline while staying there.

Lorna replied that she wasn’t because Grandma Jane saw her as being authoritative and responsible, and so, when Katie needed to be spanked, Grandma Jane got Lorna to give the spanking.

I was surprised by all of this, but saw how great it would be if the same discipline system worked here, with Lorna in charge of me. So, I asked what happened when Grandma Jane went out. Did everyone act as they wanted to and so, effectively, misbehave in a way that they wouldn't if Grandma Jane were there?

Lorna told me that wasn’t the case. In fact, Lorna said that she was the one left in charge by Grandma Jane when she went out. The other three accepted that Lorna’s age wasn’t a bar to her being in charge, because they all saw Lorna as being much more responsible than them. In fact, they all preferred it that someone was in charge of them, even when Grandma Jane wasn't there, and Lorna was a natural choice.

However, even though she was the one in charge, Lorna told me that she never actually spanked Katie’s mum or Mona, but she did get to say '1' on three occasions, and Katie’s mum and Mona immediately did as Lorna said.

I could see how that could be the case with me, except I was likely to have Lorna get to 3 and so get spanked regularly.

Lorna told me that Katie didn’t do as she was told, like her sister and mum did, and Lorna counted to three on four occasions, and Lorna spanked Katie all four times, whilst her mum and Mona watched.

Lucky Katie, I thought to myself. She broke a rule and got spanked, but I could see that I would love to be naughty if that was how I got Lorna to spank me. So, yes, lucky Katie, for sure.

Katie’s mum had even told Lorna that she and Mona also found it a good thing that they were subject to her mum’s disciplinary control, and so didn’t have a problem being subject to Lorna’s as well.

Wow, lucky Katie’s mum and Mona as well, I thought, enviously.

Lorna also explained to me that discipline involving adults, as in Katie’s family, was more normal and common than was generally thought to be the case. Lorna told me, even more specifically, that spanking was a more common thing amongst adults than I might think. After all, it is with consent, with one adult realising the benefit of accepting discipline from a more responsible adult, with the age of the adult having disciplinary control being ignored, and it being all about who is the more responsible.

I hadn't thought about it like that before, but it did make sense. On that basis, why shouldn’t I, and other adults, willingly accept being disciplined by another adult they totally trust, even when younger than themselves? Therefore, maybe I’m not crazy wanting to hand that control over to my daughter, and to be regularly spanked by her. I know that she is more responsible than me, and is the best person to correct my shortcomings.

Being subject to the 1,2,3 rule sounds much better than role play as well, and has made me think more strongly about Lorna having real disciplinary control over me.

What I don’t understand now, though, is that I see the sense of handing control to my daughter, but why am I still unable to ask her to spank me, and to have her have the final say in all matters? I am not weak normally, so why won’t I just come out and ask her?

What I did know, was that after Lorna explained to me about adult discipline, all that made me more intent on wanting Lorna to spank me. I just needed the strength to ask her to do it.

Now, Katie is staying here with Lorna and me for four weeks, and I have already watched Lorna spank Katie once. After the spanking, Katie was still red-eyed but apologised to Lorna, and even said to me that Lorna is the best girlfriend she has ever had. Katie said that Lorna knows what is best for her, and Katie told me that she readily accepts that Lorna should spank her whenever she needs to be spanked. Katie even explained that it was far better to be spanked and be a good girl again, rather than leaving Lorna upset with her. She said that the reality was that the spanking was best for both of them.

Once again, I thought, lucky Katie, but still couldn’t bring myself to ask Lorna to spank me. My inability to do so was killing me.

I still couldn’t get the thought of being spanked by Lorna out of my head. After all, what I wanted was the same as what happened at Katie’s house. The most responsible adult to have disciplinary control over the others, no matter their age. It is a clear desire to be answerable to a responsible adult. In this case, I now wanted to be answerable to my own daughter. After all, my mum, Lorna’s grandma, has passed away, so having her in control wasn’t an option.

That seemed to set a spark off in my mind, and it was when I was having the discussion with Katie and Lorna that I said whimsically, but it was the closest I had ever come to asking Lorna to spank me, “Well, Lorna, your grandma isn’t with us so we can’t have that exact scenario here.”

Although I said it whimsically, I emphasied the word ‘exact,’ suggesting, I hoped, something similar, which, for me, meant being spanked by Lorna. I really hoped that Lorna would pick up on that, but, if she didn’t, I wondered if, after seeing Lorna spank Katie, whether I would now have the courage to admit to Lorna even more clearly that I wanted to be spanked as well, and by her. I gazed at Lorna, wondering if my daughter would see what I wanted. I really hoped so, and told myself that I would readily do whatever my daughter told me to do, such as take my own knickers down, lift my dress up to my waist, do naughty spot time first, or afterwards, in fact, anything at all, so long as it included being spanked by her.

I wondered, though, what if Lorna doesn't see what I want? If not, would I now have the courage to ask my daughter to thrash me? It is what I want more than anything, but, until today, I couldn’t bring myself to ask my daughter to thrash me. Could I ask her today, though? All I had to do was say to Lorna that I needed a spanking, and please would you spank me. After all, it was the one thing on my bucket wish list.

I really don’t understand how, at fifty-two, I don't have the strength to ask absolutely clearly and without question for the one thing I really want. Katie’s mum is my age, and she is spanked regularly for not doing as she is told, so for the right reasons. Is she stronger than me? Is Katie even stronger than me? After all, wanting to be spanked isn’t being weak. I see it as something to make me a better person, and Lorna said that Katie and Mona, and their mum, are all happy after being spanked, chatting happily and the like, knowing the spanking had been well-deserved.

However, I am upset with myself as even now I still can’t bring myself to ask Lorna directly to put me across her lap and thrash me. I hate myself because of my lack of strength to do so. Will I miss this opportunity, as I have missed the opportunity so many times before now to ask Lorna to spank me?

I did momentarily wonder why Lorna didn’t pick up the vibes and realise I want to be spanked? However, I know that it is wrong to blame Lorna, as all the blame is on me. After all, why should

she think that I wanted her to spank me?

Then, I heard Lorna say. “True, Mum, Granny has passed, but I am here, and if you need a spanking, then all you have to do is ask.”

I saw the testy stern look on Lorna’s face, my daughter’s stern-looking face. I was wide-eyed at the realisation that my daughter had picked up the vibes and was strong enough to speak to me, her mum, about it. Why can’t I answer, though? What is wrong with me? All I have to do is say, 'Yes, please,' but I am speechless and am just staring at my daughter, the strong one of the two of us.

Lorna must have seen the look on my face as she pressed me by saying sternly, “Yes or no, Mum. Silence means yes, by the way.”

I just thought, 'Oh my goodness, Lorna knows what I want.' Why can’t I speak, though? Then, amazingly, I forced myself to say, “Yes, please, Lorna, I need a very hard bare bottom spanking.” Then my request flooded out, as though a cork had been released, and I added sincerely, “Please, please, please, spank me. In fact, you giving me a spanking is the only item in my bucket wish list.”

I was so surprised, and happy, that after all this time, I had actually got the words out. The request to be spanked by Lorna.

After just a moment, Lorna said very sternly, “Okay, mum, I think you have now made it clear. A very hard spanking it will be.”

I watch nervously as Lorna comes over to me, clasps hold of my upper arm, and leads me to the dining table. However, I am not resisting at all and have allowed myself to be led along by Lorna. I hope that I am making it clear now that I want to obey her, that I must do as she says, and I am staying silent as I watch her turn a dining chair into the room and sit down. When she is seated, I love the sight of her bare thighs and am so looking forward to seeing her upside-down legs as I lie across her lap.

I know that I am not the best of mums. I let Lorna down when I shouldn’t, in all sorts of ways, and, each time, I tell myself I must not do it again. However, invariably, before too long, I do do it again. I feel really bad, and quite often stand there and take the telling off that Lorna gives me, when she uses the voice that I recognise tells me that she is upset with me, and I think, 'Oh no, not again, but she is right to be annoyed with me.'

So, as Lorna is telling me that she is going to give me a spanking, I quickly told myself that she had used that same tone of voice on me before, when she was annoyed with me, even more than that, being very cross with me. The feeling of submission to my daughter I was having just then was electric, knowing the pain that was to come. However, I was now understanding that the electric feeling was because I had the desire to be spanked by my own daughter for a very different reason. As I stood by Lorna and was ready to go across her lap, I was now sure that the one wish on my bucket list to be spanked was for Lorna to correct my misbehaviour, rather than a simple desire by me to be spanked.

Mind you, I still told myself that my desire to be spanked by Lorna was just to be spanked by my daughter and no more than that.

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