Joanne was seventeen, a good-looking girl with long red hair, not really obese or fat, just a little bit plump, several pounds overweight, but with a glorious soft full round bottom.

She had come to stay with her granny for two weeks during the school summer vacation. As usual, she wore a tight vest top and shorts, which always felt comfortable in, and enjoyed the looks she got.

Granny's cottage in the country was quite isolated but had terrific access to a lake for swimming, and lots of woods to explore and go for walks in. It's a quite old-fashioned cottage, but romantic, very clean, and always toasty warm with the big log fire burner going almost all the time.

Granny was in her seventies, but still sprite and active, and enjoyed her walks and Sunday strolls to a nearby pub for Sunday lunch and a glass or two of wine. Unfortunately, Granny lost her husband a year ago to a heart attack, so looked forward to her granddaughter's visits and stays.

Joanne arrived from the local station by taxi on the Saturday, mid-morning. Granny welcomed Joanne warmly with a huge hug and kiss.

Joanne took her case to her room which was still just as old-worldly as she remembered it when she regularly visited here, particularly loving being with her grandad, with whom she had a very special relationship.

After dinner on the Saturday night, Joanne set off for bed early, saying to granny she was tired. In her room, she undressed, got into her pyjamas, and snuggled into the big old overstuffed cosy double bed with the full warm duvet around her. She looked around the room, remembering the many times she went to sleep in this bed, her bottom on fire, terribly sore, and covered in crimson welts that her grandad's strap or cane had put on her bare bottom.

Joanne missed her grandad and his loving thrashings, so, so much. She loved being thrashed, and looked forward to it happening to her time and again.

Still thinking about those thrashings, Joanne got out of bed and opened the bottom drawer in the chest of drawers to see that mean old worn leather belt that grandad loved to use over her knickered bottom as she bent over the sofa arm in the lounge. There, in the drawer, was, also as she had hoped, that old thick three-tail XH tawse which left her bare bottom sore for many, many hours, after grandad leathered her with it.

Still looking around, Joanne found, on top of the wardrobe, the old crook-handled cane which had her howling and crying her eyes out after just the first stroke, and by the twenty-fourth stroke, she was beside herself, yelling, kicking, jumping around as her grandad still raised welt after welt on her bare bottom.

Whenever granny went for an evening walk, which was two or three times each week, it was rare that that evening went by without Joanne going to bed crying herself to sleep, happily so for Joanne who found that sleep came so easily after one of her grandad's longed-for hidings.

Her grandad and she had come to the arrangement as Joanne loved being over his lap getting spanked over her skirt, or shorts, then her panties, then that really exciting but very scary moment when he told her to remove her panties, and he just kept smacking and smacking and smacking her bare bottom. To grandad, the spanking, although very sore for Joanne, didn't actually start until she was bawling and snotty-nosed, and then, boy, did he wallop her bottom, hard, fast, and for around a hundred or so really scorching whacks.

However, for Joanne, it was more than worth it as she later sat on her granddad's lap, her bottom impossible to sit comfortably on, and crying uncontrollably into his shoulder as he stroked her hair, neck, shoulders, and back. As he did that, he kept telling her she was his very good girl and that he loved her more than anything in the world. Her little heart glowed and felt like it might explode knowing the love her granddad had for her.

Once she had calmed down, Joanne would toddle off to her bedroom, still bare-bottomed, and often said to her grandad with a hopeful questioning smile, "See you in a couple of minutes. It will be on the bed beside me, waiting."

Invariably, she got her wish, laying on top of her bed, several pillows under her hips, her sore, scarlet red bottom perched high up in the air. Grandad would come into her room, pick up the tawse, and ask her, "How many do you want, sweetie."

This was her gift from him to her. Joanne had negotiated with him a self-imposed strapping after a bedtime spanking. She could choose the number of strokes of the tawse she would get, and it was entirely up to her how much sorer she wanted to be. She rarely chose less than eighteen lashes, but often twenty-four, and frequently, thirty-six, which left her sore for several days. Whilst Joanne could choose the number, she couldn't say how hard, as that was grandad's pleasure, and he invariably strapped her very hard.

Getting back into bed afterwards, she couldn't help but cry with tears flooding down her face, but loved it.

As she was thinking about those thrashings, tears welling up in her eyes with the memories, granny knocked on her door and entered her bedroom. Granny saw the tears but wasn't surprised as she sat on the bed beside Joanne and comforted and cuddled her.

Granny said in a heartfelt tone, "I know, sweetheart, you miss your grandad, and you miss his goodnight thrashings too, don't you."

Joanne looked at her gran, shocked, and asked, "You knew about that...them?"

Granny replied, "Of course, angel. Grandad kept nothing from me. We shared everything. In fact, it was me who convinced him he should agree to your requests to smack you properly whenever you asked for it. We chatted it through, and I told him to smack you hard and often, and to make sure it was mostly on your bare bottom. I went out for my walks so it would just be you and him here, so you wouldn't be embarrassed."

Joanne was elated with that, and said, "Oh, I never knew that. Thank you, gran, I wanted to be thrashed but thought you would be annoyed with me if you knew. I am so pleased you knew and agreed to Grandad thrashing me. I do miss Grandad an awful lot, and I miss the real sore hidings he gave me just as much."

Granny smiled as she replied, "I know sweetheart, but you know, you really don't have to miss them. Your granny loves you every bit as much as grandad did, and, trust me, I can spank every bit as hard as he did. I could make your needs still come true, if you would want that. We can negotiate our own rules, if you want."

Joanne was even happier as she hugged her gran tight and her tears of joy fell down her face. Joanne then happily asked, "Could you do it now, gran? I have been lying here crying as I was remembering grandad's last hiding. It was a really hard one. Would you recreate it, if that's okay with you?"

Granny gave Joanne a loving warm smile, nodded, and said, "Yes, I can. Tell me what you need, angel."

So, they negotiated that gran would sit herself on the corner of the bed, Joanne would go over her lap, and gran would spank her over her pyjama bottoms until she was so very sore, howling and sobbing. Then gran would pull her pyjama bottoms off, check the time on Joanne's alarm clock, and smack her bottom as hard as she could, with as many smacks as she could give her in three minutes.

Gran said she would do that as she sat on the corner of the bed, actually very pleased that Joanne wanted to be spanked by her.

Joanne bent across her gran's lap, and loved seeing her upside legs, with her painted toenails, which her grandad never had. She was also fine when she felt the first spank on her pyjama-covered bottom, although as the spanks continued she didn't see how her pyjamas offered her much protection, given how her bottom was soon stinging and she was squirming around on her granny's lap. Even then, the spanks kept landing and she knew her granny was right when she had said she could spank just as hard as her grandad did. In fact, Joanne knew she quickly got a very sore bottom, and was howling and crying with the pain, and still the very hard spanks continued.

When granny stopped spanking her, Joanne felt a hard spank on her bottom and heard the very firm instruction, "Lift your bottom up so I can take off your pyjama bottoms."

Joanne immediately did as she was told, lifted her bottom, and even with the stinging throbbing pain, Joanne got excited as her gran yanked her pyjama bottoms right off her legs, and then rubbed her bottom a few times, before saying, "The three minutes will start with the first spank, young lady."

Joanne loved the stern tone of voice, and then the first spank landed, followed by hard spank after hard spank landing all over her bare bottom, and it didn't take long for Joanne to see the difference. As the very fast but very hard spanks continued to land, Joanne could tell that her gran was definitely spanking her bare bottom every bit as hard as her grandad did, and the stinging of her bottom increased so much she realised it was a very good well-given spanking. As always, Joanne was howling and squirming around, and crying, just as she always had done when spanked by her grandad. So, after the three minutes was up, Joanne was in a right mess with her face soaked with tears, her nose all snotty, and her long hair stuck together with it too.

Crying and unsteady, Joanne rose up and stood by the end of the bed. Gran got up, took four pillows, and placed one on top of the other on the foot of the bed.

Gran then ordered, "Pyjamas off, all of them. Naughty girls don't get any modesty from me."

Joanne knew that this was what they had negotiated for the next type of hiding. Once gran saw Joanne remove her pyjamas and was naked, she ordered, "Bend over the pillows with your arms stretched out flat on the bed, and stick your sorry, sore, very naughty bottom, right out."

Joanne did as she was told, loving her gran treating her as a naughty girl.

Gran then fetched the cane from the top of the wardrobe, and said, sternly, "Right, my naughty girl, one extremely sore welted bare bottom coming up. How many strokes do you want?"

Joanne thought for a moment, then remembered the time Grandad gave her thirty-six with it, she couldn't stop crying for hours, and sitting for four or five days after was torture.

So, she replied, "Thirty-six, please, gran."

No sooner had Joanne said thirty-six, than a white-hot streak of fire and pain shot across the middle of her bottom, and five more followed in quick succession, every one a punishment stroke, and so very hard indeed.

The next three were delivered just below the crease between her bottom and thigh top, then in the crease, then, just above it, the next three mirrored that pattern.

By now, Joanne was screaming, thrashing around, kicking and stomping her feet furiously, but staying with her bottom perched on top of the pillows.

Gran hadn't heard Joanne's reaction before, and although she was clearly struggling, she was also staying in place. That told gran bundles about Joanne's desire for the caning to continue. Gran did smile, though, thinking that it was a good job the cottage was so remote, because if there had been neighbours, they would have certainly thought a murder was being carried out.

The next twelve strokes gran placed randomly, from just above the back of Joanne's knees to the very top of her bottom, and so Joanne's bottom and the tops of her legs were now covered in thick livid welts.

Each stroke landed with a loud thwack, and was rewarded by another yelp from Joanne. Gran loved her granddaughter, but knew from grandad just how well Joanne could take the cane, and now gran was seeing it for herself, she was pleased she was now the one caning her.

Gran was so pleased with the way she had thrashed Joanne, so far, and, putting the cane down, gran walked over to the chest of drawers, opened the bottom drawer, and took out the tawse.

Gran said in the same stern tone of voice, "We will finish this spanking with twelve of the best with the tawse, my favourite. You will be feeling this a lot during the two weeks you are staying here, and any time you visit in the future, which I hope, my sweetie, will be regularly. I miss you so much when you are not here."

Joanne wanted to say she would happily come again, and more often, but she was crying too much to do anything other than grunt, and keep on crying. She hoped her gran would understand.

Joanne howled again as gran thrashed her using all the strength this old lady had. Whack after whack landed as that three-tailed tawse landed on Joanne's bare bottom, and it also left gorgeous welts on her already caned thighs. Soon enough, the three-tailed welts merged with the cane stripes on Joanne's bare bottom.

With each painful lash, Joanne was bucking around, but nothing could quell the pain and indescribable fire in her bum and legs as her gran thrashed her sit spots, thighs, and bottom cheeks, until all twelve strokes had been applied.

Gran put the tawse back in the drawer, then lovingly helped Joanne to her feet and into her bed, where she howled and sobbed like a baby.

Joanne did manage to hug her gran, and kiss her on the cheek.

Gran loved the hug and the very wet kiss, and knew that this would happen again and again, whenever her granddaughter wanted it to happen.

Joanne happily curled up into a fetal position, and her tears and snot coated her pillow.

Then, she got a loving goodnight kiss from her gran, who then left her to fall asleep, in pain, but so happy.

Joanne knew her gran would thrash her again and again, not just during this visit, but the very regular visits she would be making here to be with her loving gran. She knew she was a very lucky girl indeed.

Joanne was so sore as she gently felt all the welts on her bottom, loving how her bottom felt, saying, before she fell asleep, "Goodnight, goodbye, grandad, and I love you, gran."