Rachel was thirty-eight, divorced, and knew that she had always been attracted to women rather than men, although did force herself to get married and have a child, Hannah, who had just turned seventeen. 

Rachel knew that she was always into younger women rather than women her own age or older, although she also realised it wasn’t because she wanted to be in control of the relationship, but rather that she had this obsession of wanting to be controlled by the younger woman. 

Whenever Rachel was out, she realised that she looked out for girls Hannah’s age, and pictured them ordering her about, and even telling her off. She liked it when she heard any of those girls speaking, particularly the ones with haughty authoritative tones of voice. 

Even though Hannah had an authoritative voice, Rachel never even considered looking on her as she did the other girls, even when her obsession with being controlled by a younger woman steadily increased. 

Rachel had a high-powered job as a senior manager, running a large team that made lots of money. When at work, she had to make so many important decisions, and, to her credit, always seemed to get them right. 

Her private life was different. When at home, she often forgot so many things, like what to buy at the shops, even what Hannah needed. That always upset Rachel, but she just couldn’t get her head around dealing with her home life, and certainly wasn’t the alpha-female there that she was when at work. 

Rachel knew that Hannah quite often got upset with her. The thing was, because Hannah was left alone so much to do her own thing, it was so often Hannah who sorted out things at home. She was the one who made her mum shopping lists, and Rachel was always happy with them. In fact, that quickly turned into Hannah doing all of the shopping online, using her mum’s credit card to pay, but otherwise being the responsible adult in the house. 

It had been a while since Rachel's last girlfriend. They broke up because Rachel kept forgetting when they had agreed to meet up and the like, and she accused Rachel of being selfish. Rachel knew that wasn’t the case, but she was just into wanting to be told what to do every time. It was part of the obsession of hers, being told what to do rather than making any decisions at all. In fact, Rachel knew that she was becoming more like a girl Hannah's age, so sixteen or seventeen, rather than an adult. 

Rachel had seen professional people to try and sort her mind out. However, what came across at all the meetings was how submissive Rachel always was, at least about everything other than work. 

A trigger happened when one of the therapists said that Hannah was acting more like a teenager than an adult, which was why she lost focus so easily. When the therapist was asked by Rachel what would work to make her focus better, the therapist replied, "Try to think like an adult rather than a teenager." When Rachel asked what would help her the most, the therapist replied, “Probably a damn hard spanking.” 

Whilst both Rachel and the therapist laughed at that, afterwards, Rachel gave some serious thought to whether that might work. However, she laughed again at the thought and told herself that girls of seventeen were too old to be spanked. 

Time moved on, and Rachel knew she was happiest when at the office still. However, she was always upset whenever she had let Hannah down. She got even more upset when Hannah complained that she wasn’t anything like her mum’s friends, who always put their girls first. 

Another trigger happened, one day, when Rachel and Hannah were out shopping. They were both looking for a new party dress, and whilst Hannah did ask her mum for her comments about various dresses, Rachel realised that Hannah wasn’t really listening to her, and that she was only there to make the payment. 

Once Hannah bought her dress, Rachel then looked for her own new party dress. Rachel realised that whenever Hannah made a comment, she was saying the dress was more like one that she or her teenage friends would buy. Rachel eventually picked out a dress she really loved, without realising that Hannah had exactly the same dress herself at home. Even so, as Rachel loved the dress, she bought it. 

When they got home, Rachel tried the dress on again, and, as she looked in the mirror, having put it on, she realised it wasn’t anything like what she had bought before. At least, not since she was Hannah’s age. It was a very short dress, sleeveless, low-cut, just like, she realised, what Hannah and her friends loved to wear. However, that realisation made her love the dress even more. 

After that, whenever Hannah was out for the evening and Rachel was at home, Rachel would try on a whole selection of Hannah’s clothes. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she increasingly liked what she saw, a girl aged seventeen rather than a grown-up woman of thirty-eight. 

Rachel then linked what the therapist said to her that she acted more like a teenager than an adult, and here she was, loving the way that she looked in the clothes that her own teenage daughter loved to wear. However, rather than become an adult again, she wanted more and more to become a teenage girl again. 

Whilst Rachel knew that she wasn’t thinking like an adult, away from the office anyway, she didn’t see anything wrong in trying on her daughter’s clothes. On one occasion, when Hannah was away for a couple of days with friends, Rachel even picked out some of Hannah’s skimpy clothes, put them on, drove a few miles away from her home, then went shopping. She didn’t want anyone she knew to see her dressed in Hannah’s clothes, but she got the feeling that several girls who were Hannah’s age looked at her in surprise, and she even heard some giggles coming from some of the girls as they must have been talking about her as they walked past her. 

Far from being embarrassed, Rachel increasingly liked the thought of being Hannah’s age again. 

The next trigger was when Rachel discussed with Hannah the music that she liked. Rachel realised that she had never heard of any of the bands that Hannah mentioned. So, whenever Hannah was out, Rachel would go onto various websites and listen to the music and found that she rather liked what she heard. 

The same happened with the films that Hannah liked. All Hannah had to do was mention the title of a film, and the next time that Hannah was out, Rachel would be watching the film. 

The whole thing about wanting to be like a teenager her daughter’s age took over the whole of her life, outside the office. Rachel still somehow managed to focus on everything to do with her work, but, as soon as she left the office, and, literally, until she next entered the office, all she could think about was being a teenager again. She so wanted to be sixteen or seventeen again. 

Rachel knew that she was becoming more and more obsessive about learning everything about being a teenager. Even so, she couldn’t stop, and realised she didn’t want to stop. She was loving dressing like a girl of sixteen or seventeen, and more and more acting like one. She felt far freer than she did as an adult. Whenever she was alone in the house, all she wanted to do was act like a girl her daughter’s age, and was even happy to look on her daughter as the adult of the house. 

Rachel didn’t even realise just how obsessive she had become about it. 

Then it happened. She was dressed as a teenager, and watching a romcom that Hannah had told her just the day before that she liked. Like most teenagers, Rachel had headphones on when she was watching the film, and simply didn’t notice Hannah coming home and into the living room. It wasn’t until Hannah was standing behind her that Rachel realised she was there. 

Hannah wasn’t so surprised that her mum was watching the film, but she was surprised that her mum was wearing some of her clothes, this time with a vest top showing off her bare midriff, and micro shorts. 

Hannah asked, “What’s going on, Mum?” 

Rachel blushed as she replied, “I just wanted to watch the film that you said you liked, sweetie.” 

Hannah looked her mum up and down and then asked, “Yes, Mum, but why are you dressed in my clothes?” 

Rachel blushed even more as she had actually quite forgotten that. After all, she was now very used to wearing Hannah's clothes when in the house by herself. It was just that, up until this time, she had always kept a careful look at the time because Hannah was very precise about the time that she would get home when out with her friends. Something must have happened today to make Hannah come home early, but, even then, Rachel regularly checked the location of Hannah’s phone 

Now on the back foot, Rachel replied, “I thought that, as I was watching one of the films you liked, I would wear clothes that made me feel your age.” 

As she said it, Rachel realised that all of that had come out wrong. She was certainly beginning to fully understand that her obsession about doing things like a teenage girl, and dressing like a teenage girl, were leading her to make mistakes like a teenage girl. However, rather than stop acting more and more like a teenager, she knew that she wanted to act even more like a teenager, and didn’t see it as some backward step, but an exciting change. Why not, she told herself, because teenagers had far less responsibility than adults, and, whilst answerable to the adults, it was a far more enjoyable life. 

Far from not seeing how her mum’s attitude around the house was changing, Hannah was far more aware than Rachel realised about all the things that her mum did as though she was a teenager. She wore more make-up during the day than she ever had previously, just as so many of the teenage girls did these days. She was also talking like a teenager, using lots of the slang words that the teenage girls used these days. After all, it was almost a different language which the adults found difficult to follow, and, obviously, that was pretty much the purpose of it. 

Hannah noticed that her mum was also keeping her more informed about where she was going, but in a way that was seeming to ask permission. Hannah remembered that after she turned sixteen, she tried to act more and more like an adult, kept her mum more informed about what she was doing, and was more likely to ask her mum for permission. This seemed to be the way that her mum was now acting. 

On the other hand, Hannah noticed that there were other occasions when her mum was acting like a teenager, at least one who was sixteen or seventeen, and using words like, ‘Whatever,’ when asked to do things that she clearly didn’t want to do. 

So, Hannah had been thinking for a while about why her mum was doing all of this. She had even spoken to one of her mum’s friends, who was also a mum of one of Hannah’s own friends, and she had expressed concerns about Rachel. 

Thinking about that, Hannah knew that she already did all of the shopping, and at the weekend did quite a bit of the dusting and hoovering as well as a lot of the washing. She didn’t even mind doing the ironing. However, now that she was putting all of that together, she realised that she was the one doing most around the house, and her mum was doing pretty much nothing. In fact, if Hannah didn’t point out when her mum’s bed needed to be changed, as well as her nightdress, she reckoned her mum would just sleep in the same things for weeks and weeks on end. 

It was then that Hannah saw on the table a final notice for the electricity bill. It was threatening to cut the supply, and it got her really worried about that, and asked, sounding actually quite desperate, “What has to happen to make you a more responsible mother?” 

That set another trigger off in Rachel’s mind. After all, she knew that part of being a teenager was to be scolded by her parents, and grounded if she was naughty. Well, she reckoned that, taking into account the tone of voice that Hannah was now using, that she was being scolded. That left the next stage, and she asked, “Are you going to ground me, Hannah?” 

That took Hannah quite by surprise, but it did confirm to her what she had been worried about, which was that her mum really did want to act like a teenager. Well, if she was going to act like a teenager, then presumably she should be dealt with like a teenager. However, the last thing that Hannah wanted to do was ground her mum, because that involved so much stress and having to monitor her for as long as she was grounded. So, instead, Hannah said very sternly, “No, Mum, I don’t think grounding will work for us. What I think will work, is that I will give you a bare-bottom spanking.” 

Whilst Rachel had never expected her daughter to say that, she did realise that Hannah was edging towards taking control. However, she told herself that she felt good about that, because, just maybe, Hannah would swap places with her. After all, Hannah already did most of the household chores, and, in fact, did almost everything other than to go out to work. Clearly, that couldn’t swap, and they would need the income anyway. On the other hand, if the swap took place to do with everything at home, Rachel told herself that she would actually love that. The obsession of acting like a teenager and dressing like a teenager would simply be extended to being disciplined like a teenager. 

So, happily wanting to extend the obsession, she replied, “That makes sense, Hannah. Also, that is exactly what the therapist said to me when I asked what I needed. So, if you say I need a spanking now, then I will, of course, accept your decision.” 

Hannah listened to what her mum was saying with an element of disbelief, but realised that her mum was using a tone of voice that sounded so sincere. Well, if that was what the therapist said, then, why not? 

Therefore, Hannah went and sat on the sofa, glared at her mum, and said firmly, like a real adult, "Come and stand here, Mum. I will take your shorts and knickers down before you go across my lap.” 

Rachel saw no reason to object, and immediately went and stood by Hannah. Right then, she wasn’t thinking of Hannah as her daughter, but as a very responsible adult. As she stood there, she winced as Hannah undid her shorts, yanked them down to her ankles, and then did the same to her knickers. That was followed by a very stern instruction. “Get across my lap, Mum.” 

Rachel immediately did as she was told, and, moments later, was lying on the sofa, but with her bottom perched on Hannah’s lap. Right then, she thought it would actually be better if Rachel had been sitting on a high-backed chair so that her bottom wouldn’t just be perched in exactly the right position on Hannah's lap to be spanked, but Rachel knew that her face would be very close to the floor, which would be a perfect sign of submission. However, that could happen next time, she told herself. 

As Rachel thought that thought, she realised she was sinking further and further into the reality of being the teenager in the house, with Hannah being the responsible adult. What's more, she had already told herself what should happen the next time she was spanked. 

Hannah was still surprised that her mum was obeying her, and was now across her lap, with her bottom perched in exactly the right position to be spanked. Well, there was no reason not to spank her mum, and so Hannah raised her hand and brought her palm down on her mum’s far bottom cheek and then proceeded to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks time and time again. Once Hannah realised that her mum wasn’t going to complain, but just take the spanking, Hannah settled into continuing to land spank after spank, actually enjoying herself, loving the way that her mum’s bottom was being turned quite a lovely shade of red, how her mum‘s bottom cheeks flattened under her hand, how her mum started to gasp as her bottom must have started to sting. More so, Hannah saw how her mum started to squirm around on her lap, no doubt because of the pain, but, at the same time, showing Hannah that she was going to accept however long and hard the spanking was going to be. 

Hannah kept on spanking her mum until she realised that her mum was actually crying. She could even see tears dribbling down her mum’s face. That actually added to her enjoyment, even if this was going to be the one and only time she spanked her mum. 

Eventually, Hannah told herself that she would have to stop the spanking. So she did, but listened to her mum’s crying, and, just to maintain her control, she continued to rub her mum’s now very warm...