Polly Cox, who was sixteen and at sixth form college, was waiting in the corridor at college for her mum, Rebecca Cox, who was thirty-eight, to get there. It was parents open evening, and they were already late for the meeting with Polly's class teacher, Miss Mason. 

Polly was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse and a light green skirt. It was summer, so she wore white ankle socks. 

Rebecca was fifteen minutes late before she walked quickly along the corridor. She was wearing a sleeveless floral dress, and, like Polly, had bare legs. As soon as Rebecca saw Polly, she said, "Sorry I'm late, Polly. Which classroom is the meeting in?" 

Polly replied sarcastically, "Hello to you as well, Mum. Do you think just an apology clears the air? I hope you're going to apologise properly to Miss Mason." 

Polly didn't wait for her mum's reply, because she was so used to her mum being late, unresponsive, and just preferring to do her own thing. It was particularly poor, her mum being late today, because this meeting was to discuss Polly's applications for university. 

Polly led her mum to the classroom where the meeting was to take place. The meeting was due to last about thirty minutes, so there wasn't anyone in the classroom, except for Miss Mason. Polly led her mum towards the front of the classroom, and Polly said, "Sorry, Miss Mason. My Mum will explain." 

Polly glared at her mum, but her mum just looked bemused as she looked at Miss Mason, and said, "Is it such a big deal, Miss Mason? Surely, we know that Polly will apply for university, so whilst I am just a few minutes late, there will still be plenty of time to get through everything." 

Miss Mason knew all about Polly's mum's poor attitude, because every single time they were due to have a meeting, her mum turned up late. It was very frustrating. Of course, 

Miss Mason knew it was more frustrating for Polly, who lived with that attitude from her mum all the time. 

Miss Mason replied, "Actually, Mrs Cox, this is my last parent's meeting for the evening. Therefore, you being late means I get to leave later than I need to have done." 

Rebecca listened to the explanation and replied, "Well, Mrs. Mason, if fifteen minutes mean so much to you, then I am sorry." 

Polly wasn't surprised that her mum was being so rude. In fact, pretty much like a rude teenager. However, both Polly and Miss Mason had expected her to arrive late. They had already discussed Polly's university application, and both knew that no discussion this evening was needed. Polly knew that she would have to do all of the investigative work about each course, and write her own personal statement, without any meaningful support from her mum. 

Having discussed all of that, Miss Mason and Polly had come up with a game plan, which they were about to put into play. 

Miss Mason said in a stern tone of voice to Polly's mum, "We do have strict rules here, Mrs Cox. Had Polly been the one who was late, she would have had a detention, and, during that detention, the class assistant would have put her over her lap and given her a bare-bottom spanking, then, after that, she would be sent to the headmistress and given six strokes of the cane." 

Rebecca didn't realise any of that would happen. However, thinking more like a mum now than a bratty teenager, she thought it would have been unfair if her daughter was punished like that, because she was the one who was late. Therefore, to try to appease Polly, who was glaring at her, Rebecca said to Miss Mason, "I suppose that as it was me who was late, Polly doesn't get that punishment." 

Miss Mason kept a stern look on her face as she replied, "Actually, Mrs Cox, Polly turned up fifteen minutes late because you did. Therefore, we won't hold the meeting now, but you will both sit here in detention, where you will both be spanked by a class assistant, and both caned as well." 

Rebecca was not expecting that at all, and said rather aggressively, "No way am I going to be spanked and caned, Miss Mason." 

Miss Mason and Polly had discussed how this conversation was likely to go, and it was going exactly as Polly had expected it to go.  

Miss Mason, therefore, responded, "It's actually quite straightforward, Mrs. Cox. Either you accept the punishment, as I am sure Polly will, or Polly gets expelled." 

Rebecca wasn't expecting that either. In fact, she was quite shaken by what was being said. She was looking towards Polly as well and saw how upset she looked. 

Rebecca turned towards Miss Mason and pleaded, "What needs to happen to avoid all of this, Miss Mason? I certainly don't want to be spanked and caned by a class assistant, or you or the headmistress, in fact." 

Miss Mason kept a straight face as she replied, "You really don't get to set the rules, Mrs. Cox. However, there is one suggestion I can make, but you probably won't like it." 

Rebecca thought it couldn't get much worse, and so she replied, "Try me, Miss Mason." 

Miss Mason waited a moment, glaring at Rebecca, before saying, "The only reason that both you, Mrs Cox, and Polly, will be down for a punishment is because you were late. Polly clearly wasn't. Do you think it's fair that Polly is punished because of you?" 

Rebecca winced as she knew what Miss Mason was saying was correct. So, she replied, albeit reluctantly, "I suppose I can see the sense of that. Perhaps, then, Polly can leave the room, and you can spank and cane me. Is that what you meant by me not liking it, Miss Mason?" 

Miss Mason replied, "Close, but not quite there, Mrs Cox. However, I think we do have a way around this. I will leave the room, and Polly will spank and cane you. There is a lot of sense to it, because Polly has been far more responsible than you have, Mrs. Cox, I'm sure that she will give you a hard enough spanking, and a hard enough caning, to be able for me to set down in the record that you have both been corrected." She emphasised the word 'corrected,' clearly being different from the word 'punished.'  

Rebecca knee-jerked at that as she replied, "She's my daughter, Miss Mason. There's no way that I can let her spank and cane me." 

Miss Mason shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Okay, then, Mrs. Cox. This decision, made, by you, means Polly will be expelled." 

That certainly made Rebecca think. What she knew about herself, but never admitted to anyone, was her long-held fantasy that she actually wanted to be spanked and caned. Not just that, but she actually wanted to be spanked and caned by someone her daughter's age. She had never considered Polly should spank her because she was her actual daughter. However, she had never even come close to finding anyone else Polly's age, or older, to spank her. 

Rebecca also knew that her brattish attitude came about because she thought she would find someone who would give her a spanking because of her attitude. Whilst she had never planned on Polly being that person, the more she thought about it, the more she now saw that it made sense, particularly because of the threat made by Miss Mason. 

Rebecca looked from Miss Mason to Polly, who had a look on her face that said, 'I dare you to disagree,' or, more likely, 'Are you going to get me expelled?' 

Rebecca suddenly actually felt quite good, thinking that her daughter would now spank and cane her. Maybe it was even better than having another girl dealing with her. After all, if Polly got into it, maybe she would spank her again, maybe even again and again. 

So, Rebecca made it sound reluctant, but looked at Miss Mason and said, "Okay, Mason. You win. I will let Polly spank and cane me." 

Miss Mason replied firmly, "Just to be clear, Mrs Cox, you are not letting Polly spank and cane you, I am telling you that Polly will spank and cane you." 

Rebecca took that as a rightly said put-down, and, as Miss Mason snapped at her, Rebecca just felt more submissive. 

Miss Mason then looked at Polly and said, "Give your Mum a bare bottom spanking, as hard as you can, for about five minutes. Then, there's a cane in the cupboard, which you can use and give your Mum six strokes of the cane on her bare bottom." 

With that, Miss Mason glared at Rebecca and gave one further instruction, "Resist at all, Mrs Cox, and Polly gets expelled." 

Miss Mason didn't wait for a reply, but turned and walked out of the room, leaving Polly and Rebecca by themselves.  

Polly took immediate control and instructed, "Right, Mum, take your knickers off and roll your dress up so it is above your waist." 

As Rebecca did as she was told, she was thinking how she was about to live out her fantasy. Maybe it was slightly adjusted, because the teenage girl who was going to spank her was actually her daughter, but she came to terms with that quickly enough. She started to think how lucky she was that Polly was prepared to spank her, and, of course, cane her as well. The caning wasn't so much part of her fantasy, although she had thought about being caned from time to time. 

As Rebecca watched her mum do as she was told, and was now naked below her waist, she went and sat down on the teacher's chair, where she had seen so many of her classmates spanked. Now, though, she was going to spank her mum.  

Polly glared up at her mum and instructed, "Get across my lap, Mum." 

As Rebecca again did as she was told, and within moments realised that her face was inches from the floor, and her bottom was perched on her daughter's lap, ready to be spanked, she knew that she wasn't holding anything against her daughter. She was just thinking how this was actually better than her fantasy, and Polly was the girl who was making it better. Being spanked by her daughter actually felt more meaningful than being spanked by a friend, or just someone she might have found prepared to spank you. 

As Polly rubbed her mum's bottom, building herself up to giving her mum a spanking, she thought about how she had wanted to do this so many times, whenever her mum had let her down, which was often. Now it was actually going to happen, and she loved the feeling of control that she had over her mum right then.  

Polly then raised her hand and brought her palm down on her mum's bottom cheek, loving how it surrendered to her hand, wobbled around a bit, and she even enjoyed her mum's gasp. Polly was happy with that, and then proceeded to land spank after spank on her mum's bare bottom cheeks, and although she was a little surprised that she stayed in place, she supposed that her mum had to because of the threat of expulsion if she didn't. That threat really had worked well, Polly thought. 

As Polly spanked her mum's bare bottom, she was still telling herself this was justified, and should have happened so many times already. She knew that it was unusual for a daughter to spank her own mum, and wondered whether other mums suffered the same punishment, or, maybe, more likely, lots of mums wanted to suffer that punishment but couldn't bring themselves to ask their daughters to do it.  

As Polly was spanking her, Rebecca did think about the internet forum that she had been on, where there were a whole lot of mums who said they fantasied about being spanked by their daughters. Very occasionally, one of the members would then report that they had been spanked. Lots of others then congratulated them and said they wished it was them. Rebecca wondered if she would end up doing that as well, and thought she should do that, as it might well encourage more mums to ask their daughters to spank them. 

As the spanking continued, Rebecca was getting more and more into being the submissive mum. She knew that being bratty and irresponsible made her the far-from-responsible mum that she should be. She even told herself that if she was spanked, maybe on a regular basis, it would change her into being a more responsible mum. However, she knew that her long-time wish was to be spanked by a teenage girl, and, now she was, she knew she loved the submission, and the fact that she wasn't being spanked by just any girl her daughter's age, but it actually was her daughter who was spanking her. How cool was that? Very cool. 

Polly kept on spanking her mum because she literally didn't want it to end. She knew she was spanking her for rather more than five minutes, but just didn't care about that. However, she did stop when she remembered that she still had the cane to give to her mum.  

So, Polly glared at the back of her mum's head whilst still rubbing her bottom, and instructed, "Okay, Mum, time to get up and bend over for the cane." 

Rebecca did as she was told, dreading getting the cane, because she had only ever dreamt of being spanked, but told herself that this would also be a good experience for her. She had never been caned before, although some of her friends had been, and said that it really hurt. Of course, she also knew that those friends had been caned over their dresses and knickers, and she knew that Polly would be caning her on her bare bottom. However, as much as she did dread being caned, she was now looking forward to it as well, because it was going to be Polly who was going to cane her. Therefore, getting six strokes of the cane, which she knew would hurt, must be the right experience to get, because, what she didn't want was to regret was not being caned, and now she had the chance to be caned.  

When Polly and Miss Mason had discussed how they could arrange for it to be Polly's mum who was spanked and caned, Miss Mason was the one who said that they should threaten both, but, if her mum did resist, then Polly should settle for just giving the spanking. 

However, her mum didn't seem to be resisting, at least not yet, and Polly rather liked the idea of giving her mum six strokes of the cane. 

Once Rebecca had got up, Polly then stood up, pointed to the chair, and instructed, "Right, Mum, bend over and grab hold of the sides of the seat of the chair. Part your legs, and get ready to be caned.  

As tense as she was, Rebecca was equally as obedient and really was ready to accept whatever punishment her daughter decided that she needed. Now it was happening, she actually loved the idea of that. 

Polly was pleased to see that her mum did bend over exactly as instructed. Polly then positioned herself, tapped the cane on her mum's bare bottom, decided there was no need to ask if she was happy to go ahead, and, instead, pulled her arm back and brought the cane down with a loud thwack. She was even more excited when she heard her mum's yelp of pain.  

Rebecca had to admit that that first stroke hurt rather more than she had expected. Obviously, her friends who had been caned were telling the truth when they said it hurt, and Rebecca now knew that their tears were real tears. However, as much as she was even more worried about the next five strokes, she told herself that this could set the new disciplinary scene for when they got home, and she didn't want to lose the possibility of Polly disciplining her again. If anything, she respected Polly even more than she did before, because her daughter was clearly giving her the pain-filled punishment that Miss Mason had said needed to happen. 

Polly landed the next stroke, saw the cane bite into her mum's already red bottom, heard her mum's second yelp, and watched the second welt develop. She smiled to herself momentarily, and then focused as she pulled her arm back and landed the third stroke, repeating the wondrous sight of the cane biting into her mum's bottom, the loud thwack, her mum's even louder yelp, and still her mum stayed bent over, clasping hold of the chair, being more obedient than she had ever known her mum to be. 

As the fourth stroke landed, Rebecca again struggled to cope, but told herself that it was right that she should be struggling, because, if she wasn't, it surely meant the caning was not hard enough. She thought the same as the fifth stroke landed, even though her eyes were now filling with tears. 

Polly made sure that the sixth stroke was the hardest of them all, because she had been told by her friends that was what seemed to happen when they were caned. Polly still felt it was so enjoyable, but in a way sad as well, because she had now given all six strokes. She didn't think it right to add another stroke or two and say she miscounted, although would have loved to have done that.  

Polly did register that her mum was sobbing, but that was a good sign, she thought, because it did mean that the caning had been a hard one. Happy with herself, Polly gave...