It was before breakfast, when Beth, who was twenty-two, was still in her nightdress, went to her dressing table, and picked up the wooden-backed hairbrush that her mum regularly used to spank her with. Beth was originally grounded when naughty, but had pleaded with her mum to replace grounding with a spanking. Her mum, Hannah, who was forty-eight and divorced, had agreed to replace grounding with spanking, but on the basis that Beth would accept being spanked until she was twenty-five.  

Beth had agreed to that condition. 

As Beth looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that she had missed her curfew for getting home last night. It was only by ten minutes, but that was always enough to earn another spanking. Beth normally showered in the morning, but told herself it wasn’t worthwhile doing that until after her spanking. 

To be fair, Beth didn’t mind the fact that she was still spanked at her age, because she knew that she deserved every spanking that her mum gave her. She lived at home with her mum, in her mum‘s house, so her mum‘s rules should apply. Beth knew that her mum preferred using spanking as the punishment, and her mum often told her how, by giving a spanking, her life was far less stressful than having to deal with a daughter who answered her back, sulked, gave her the silent treatment, and the like. All of those would earn Beth a spanking now, and, Beth knew, she actually had a much better relationship with her mum than most of her friends did, simply because she was spanked and they weren’t. 

Knowing what was going to happen, Beth went downstairs and found her mum in the living room. 

As Beth entered the room, Hannah looked up, liked to see her daughter in her shorty sleeveless summery night dress, with her dark brown hair framing her lovely face. Happy to see her daughter, Hannah said with a smile, “I see you’ve brought the hairbrush with you, Beth.” 

Beth wasn’t annoyed with her mum or even upset, because she knew she fully deserved another spanking. She knew that her mum was always up for giving her a spanking, and, Beth always felt, her mum was really enthusiastic about it by not holding back at all throughout the spanking. Even so, Beth still didn’t mind being spanked, as she loved and respected her mum, and whilst she had never expected really to be spanked until she was twenty-five, if it helped her mum, then it really helped both of them. Therefore, not seeking to avoid what was now bound to happen, Beth replied, “Yes, Mum, I missed my curfew last night. I was ten minutes late.” 

Hannah replied, “Yes, dear, I know. I was awake when you got home. Best to get your nightdress and knickers off, and then come and join me by the dining table. Let's get your spanking done.” 

It was normal for Beth to be naked when spanked by her mum. Her mum told her that it helped her with the feeling of control, and Beth knew that it also helped herself with the feeling of submission. Neither saw anything wrong with that. 

Beth pulled her nightdress up over her head, folded it, and put it on the sofa. She then pushed her knickers down to the floor, stepped out of them, and put them on top of her nightdress. She then walked across the room towards her mum.  

Hannah had already turned around one of the dining chairs into the room and sat down. She smiled as Beth walked over to her, and, couldn’t help but look at Beth’s legs. 

Beth saw that her mum was looking at her legs, and knew what that was likely to mean. Beth knew that her mum liked to smack her legs, always saying how her legs looked as though they were begging to be smacked, particularly when they were naughty. Well, those legs were naughty, and if her mum was going to smack her legs, then Beth fully accepted that was to happen as well. 

Hannah looked up at Beth, having already decided that she did want to smack her daughter’s legs, and said, “A change of plan, Beth. Get a towel in from the kitchen and put it on the centre cushion of the sofa. Then sit on the cushion with your arms folded behind your back, and your legs crossed so that your inner thighs will be in the perfect position to be smacked.” 

That was what Beth had already expected, and so she replied, “Yes, Mum, I’ll go and get the towel.” 

Hannah took the hairbrush from Beth, and smiled as she saw her naked daughter leave the room, doing as she was told so obediently. Of course, Hannah knew that Beth would be obedient because there was one time in the lead-up to a spanking when Beth made a sarcastic comment, and ended up with a second spanking at bedtime.  

Less than a minute later, Beth had put the towel on the middle cushion of the sofa, sat down, leaned back with her arms folded behind her back, and crossed her legs so her inner thighs were ready to be smacked. Of course, it meant that her fully shaved pussy lips were nicely stretched as well, but Beth was used to that happening, and never worried that her mum saw her most personal part of her body. 

Beth saw having her legs smacked as well as her bottom spanked as just something she had to accept for her mum’s sake. After all, Beth knew that she had broken a rule, and, after that, it really was up to her mum to choose what punishment to give her. 

When Hannah was happy that Beth was in position, she went and sat to the left of her daughter, and started to rub her daughter's inner thigh up and down. Hannah did look at her daughter’s shaved pussy lips, and knew that the one thing that happened to both of them, was that they both got rather damp because of the spanking.  

They had both discussed together their respective feelings about spanking, and Hannah admitted that, as well as seeing giving a spanking as a very important punishment, she said that whilst she couldn’t fully understand why, she did get sexually aroused when spanking her daughter. That was when Beth admitted that she didn’t understand why she didn’t mind being spanked, or, at least, the spanking itself hurt, and she always cried buckets, but it always got her wet as well, and she invariably fingered herself to a huge orgasm afterwards. 

Hannah had told Beth that it didn’t matter that she got aroused, because the important bit was giving Beth a punishment spanking, and, ensuring that her life as her mum was stress-free as far as her daughter was concerned. That meant that every spanking was given for the right reason, and the rest was just a fortunate spin-off for the two of them. 

Hannah always enjoyed rubbing Beth’s inner thigh like she was doing, and, what she also liked, was that when spanking her daughter’s inner thigh, she could see the tears well up in her eyes. That was very different to putting Beth across her lap when all she could see was Beth’s bottom. She could hear when Beth started to cry, but not the buildup to it, nor the lovely sight of tears dribbling down her face. 

Hannah stopped rubbing Beth's inner thigh, raised her hand, brought her palm down with a loud thwack on Beth’s inner thigh, and saw the pain etched on Beth’s face. What was a given, of course, was that Hannah never showed Beth any sympathy when spanking her, and proceeded to land spank after spank up and down Beth’s inner thigh, and kept on landing the spanks until she did see the tears well up in Beth’s eyes.  

Once she saw the tears in her daughter’s eyes, Hannah stopped spanking Beth's inner thighs, rubbed them again, and said, “I can see the tears in your eyes. I think I want to see some tears dribble down your face before I put you across my lap.” 

Beth was sniffing back tears, struggling, as always, with the pain, glad that her arms were folded behind her back, which prevented her from trying to cover her thighs, which she would never do intentionally in any case. She was still sniffing back tears as she saw her mum move to her right side, raise her hand again, and then landed spank after spank once again up and down her daughter's other inner thigh. It wasn’t long before Beth knew that tears were dribbling down her face. 

Hannah smiled as she saw the tears dribble down her daughter’s face, knowing that Beth wouldn’t be able to see the smile because her vision would be too blurred. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had seen her smile, but knowing her daughter’s vision was already blurred was part of Hannah’s enjoyment of giving this type of punishment. It meant that Hannah could savour the sight of her daughter's naked body, which she loved to look at when she could. 

Once Hannah was happy enough with the tears staining her daughter's gorgeous face, Hannah rubbed Beth's inner thigh again, up and down, and, certainly not accidentally, ran her fingers right up and along Beth's already damp pussy lips. Hannah had expected them to be damp because she could see them glisten. What was lovely, was the way that Beth gasped as she felt her pussy being fingered, but didn’t complain. Why should she, Hannah told herself, and knew very well that Beth rather enjoyed that happening.  

Still very happy, Hannah then instructed, “Okay, Beth, come with me back to the dining table where I will put you across my lap and spank your very naughty bottom.” 

Beth knew that she didn’t have to reply because the sound of her sniffing back tears told her mum how respectful she was of her, and, of course, obedient.  

Beth also knew not to rub her stinging thighs as she walked with her mum to the dining table, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying the stinging pain of her inner thighs, knowing the pain was going to now be applied to other very vulnerable parts of her body. 

Moments later, Hannah had sat down, and guided Beth across her lap. Hannah immediately rubbed her daughter’s bottom in circles, as well as up and down the backs of each thigh, knowing she would definitely be spanking the backs of both legs, as well as her daughter's bottom. The spanking would be given without showing any sympathy, knowing that Beth needed to cry buckets of tears, both to learn a lesson, but also to enable her to give herself a rather huge orgasm later on. 

As Beth lay across her mum’s lap, her face close to the floor but also close to her mum’s feet, she always thought to herself that she had to keep to all of her mum's rules in future. Of course, she also knew that would never happen as she always let time slip, or gave her mum a rude retort when she shouldn’t do, and lots of things like that, all of which earned her another spanking. Even so, it was certainly better than being grounded and losing her electronics and the like, so, even without the fact that she got sexually aroused, it was certainly the lesser evil of the two types of punishment.  

Hannah then proceeded to spank Beth’s bottom, loving how both bottom cheeks surrendered to her hand, and how Beth squirmed around on her lap, gasping with the pain, but obediently staying in place across her lap. 

Beth struggled, as she always did, as her mum spanked her with her hand. It never surprised Beth just how hard her mum could spank but, equally, never showed her any sympathy, and Beth knew that was right because it would hardly be a punishment if she could cope with the spanking. 

Hannah was happily spanking her daughter’s bottom and the backs of her thighs, turning every area darker and darker shades of red. There was never anything short or sweet about the spanking, but always long and hard, knowing that Beth's tears had to flow, 

Once Hannah was happy enough with the way that both bottom cheeks and thighs were bright red, she stopped spanking her daughter, just for a moment, turned and picked up the hairbrush, then turned back and proceeded to spank her daughter's bottom cheeks really hard with the hairbrush.  

Hannah knew that there was a supply of these hairbrushes, because they did splinter after a while, and that meant it could be replaced straight away, even partway through a spanking. Hannah always got Beth to be the one to buy the hairbrushes, and always from the same shop, knowing that the shop assistant might wonder why there was the need to buy so many replacements. Beth knew that was the case as well, always blushed as she made the purchase, and, in a way, even hoped that the shop assistant would work out why she had to buy so many replacements. 

Beth knew that the hairbrush always hurt much more than her mum‘s hand, but never tried to force herself up from her mum‘s lap. She just took every spank, and didn’t even worry when she was crying uncontrollably, knowing that that had to happen for it to be the proper punishment she had earned.  

Hannah was always happy when she heard Beth crying, not that she stopped spanking her then, but treated that as the starting point of the real punishment. Hannah even increased the strength she used with each spank, bearing in mind she was using the hairbrush so her own hand wasn’t hurting, but knew that Beth's bottom would be hurting and stinging and be pain-filled, which, of course, was causing the tears.  

Once Hannah was happy that her daughter had learned her lesson, she gave her another dozen hard spanks with the hairbrush and then stopped the spanking. After putting the hairbrush back down on the table, she listened to her daughter crying as she rubbed her daughter's very warm, very red, and even partially bruised bottom cheeks. She knew that all of that was what Beth wanted, although Beth said that was what she needed rather than what she wanted. However, they both knew that, as well as the punishment, Beth relished being thrashed this way, and, quite often, afterwards, suggested to her mum that the next spanking should be even harder.  

Once Beth had calmed down, Hannah slapped her daughter’s bottom a couple of times, not overly lightly, but to get her attention, and instructed, “Okay, Beth, you can get up now. Take your night dress and knickers with you, and go and have your shower. I’ll have your breakfast ready for you when you come back downstairs. Don’t make it too long, let’s say, thirty minutes, or else you’ll be going back across my lap." 

Beth knew that that was the threat that her mum always made, but Beth always met that time scale because the last thing she wanted was another spanking so soon after the one she had just been given. 

Mind you, both Hannah and Beth had played with the idea of one time giving Beth that second spanking soon after the first one. It would probably happen sometime.  

Today, Beth did shower, fingered herself to a huge orgasm, got dressed, and got back downstairs well within the thirty-minute time limit. She had got dressed in a vest top and short skirt, knowing that the redness of the backs of her legs would be on show. Beth knew that her mum liked to see that, and Beth knew that if anyone was to come to the house, or she was to go out, she would definitely put on slacks to make sure no one saw that she had been spanked. It was part of the game she and her mum played together.  

When Beth came back downstairs, she went straight up to her mum, threw her arms around her mum's neck, and said, “I am so sorry for missing my curfew, Mum. I know I deserved that spanking, and it really does help me learn from my mistakes. Please, just don’t stop spanking me. I do need it. Regularly. Maybe well beyond when I’m twenty-five?” 

Hannah hugged her daughter back and said, “Don’t worry, Beth, I won’t stop spanking you. I know we both need it, as a punishment for you, and for me to relieve any stress you might otherwise cause me.” 

It was Beth who then admitted, “I did finger myself to a huge orgasm, Mum. I really don’t know why that happens, but it does. One thing I do know, for sure, is that I so love you, and you are the best Mum in the world.” 

Hannah didn’t admit to her daughter that she had also fingered herself to a huge orgasm when she heard her daughter was in the shower. Instead, she said, “I don’t have a problem with that, Beth. Spanking as your punishment is the overriding benefit to everything else. Believe me, I love you so much as well. I am so lucky to have you as my daughter.”