Forty-two-year-old Angela drove her car into the driveway of the hotel with her twenty-one-year-old girlfriend, Rebecca, in the front passenger seat. The hotel was going to be a wonderful setting for Olivia’s wedding, which they had been looking forward to for weeks. Rebecca was Angela’s plus one.

The hotel was a country house set in forty-one acres of beautifully kept gardens as well as woodland leading down to a boating lake. There were marvellous views of the countryside from the hotel bedrooms with green fields and mountains beyond, and it all looked so wonderful in the hot summer sun.

The relationship between Angela and Rebecca had quite a history. They were in a loving relationship, which certainly involved lots of lovemaking, but theirs had the added angle of them acting like mum and daughter. Angela wasn’t Rebecca’s mum, of course. In fact, they had met when Rebecca became Mike’s girlfriend, and Angela was Mike’s step-mum. However, that relationship lasted only a short while because Rebecca and Mike broke up when Mike left home to go to Uni.

By then, Angela and Rebecca were friends, and that friendship blossomed into both love and a mutual respect for each other, or, to be more precise, the requirement for Rebecca to respect Angela or else suffer the disciplinary consequences that a strict mum might impose on a disrespectful daughter. The relationship was one that both cherished, with the older Angela

enjoying a maternally dominant role and the younger Rebecca a submissive, obedient daughter or else status. On the other hand, with Rebecca being obedient most of the time, there was always good girl sex, which both loved and yearned for.

Rebecca discovered how strict Angela was very early on, and it drew them closer together. Rebecca had never been spanked before, even when naughty, but felt she had missed out on a very necessary disciplinary structure, and so when it became clear that Angela was happy to treat Rebecca like a daughter, including spanking her if she broke the rules and boundaries previously set for her, Rebecca happily ceded control to Angela.

In fact, Rebecca enjoyed the submission and even enjoyed it when her bottom stung after a long and hard spanking. As they drove to the hotel, Rebecca pondered her newfound mum-daughter relationship and what happened because of it as she sat in the front of the car, gasping as they went over any speed bumps.

Rebecca’s bottom was still stinging from the spanking she had been given just before leaving to come to the wedding. She never looked forward to long car journeys,which she found boring, but to help her through the journey, she had argued with Angela over breakfast, lied to her, let her discover the lie, and sure enough was sent to the spare bedroom, where more often than not, Angela would spank her.

Angela followed Rebecca into the bedroom, opened the top drawer and took out the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush, and sat on the upright chair. “Over here now, young lady,” Angela ordered.

Rebecca stood by Angela’s side and to show her exactly who was the boss, even though it was never in dispute, Angela lifted Rebecca’s skirt above her waist, pulled her knickers down to her ankles, and guided her easily across her lap. After a few seconds of rubbing her bottom, Angela started to spank Rebecca’s bare bottom, turning it dark pink and then red. Rebecca squirmed around, but never actually wanted the hand spanking to stop. She never minded being spanked so that wasn’t the reason, but, what she knew was that when the hand spanking stopped there would be an ever so short gap as Angela picked up the hairbrush, then there would be a couple of light spanks on each bare bottom cheek, and then the most awfully painful spanking, with spank after spank, no break, no let up, but just a long hard spanking with the paddle hairbrush. Rebecca may have squirmed around on Angela’s lap when she was being hand spanked, but when the hairbrush spanked down on her time and again, she bucked and kicked her legs, knowing Angela would keep on spanking her long and hard. Although Rebecca never counted the spanks, Angela gleefully told her afterwards, once she had calmed herself down, that it was never less than 100 spanks and usually far more.

So that is why Rebecca didn’t mind today’s car journey as she sat in the front, enjoying the tingling stinging sensation of her bottom, squeezing her thighs and giving herself three lovely orgasms, silent ones of course, with any gasps covered up by coughs and throat clearing. They were enjoyable orgasms, though, which made the journey go much more quickly and, before she knew it, the car turned into the hotel car park. They had arrived, but that reminded Rebecca that Angela was going to spank her again once at the hotel, as she had answered Angela back after her spanking this morning, but before the car journey. Still, two spankings in one day wouldn’t be a first for Rebecca either.

Rebecca had found the rules covering their mum-daughter relationship simple, because there were no rules except that whatever Angela said, went. So, if Angela promised to spank Rebecca, then Rebecca got spanked, pretty much like the right to rule that any strict mum had.

The strange aspect was that Rebecca was very much an alpha female who happily made all the decisions for her friends. However, whilst in the main Rebecca delighted in the power, there were times when she felt tired of leading and wanted to just do what others decided. So, when she met Angela, she saw straight away how she expected respect and her demands respected, but equally Rebecca was OK with that, reacting well to a stronger woman and readily accepting when staying over at Angela’s it was Angela’s word that was law. It all made sense to Rebecca, who quickly took on the submissive role Angela required, and Rebecca quickly found that that element of submission aroused her as well.

The hotel had a small reception, and they saw some of Angela’s friends also attending the wedding were already in the reception, having turned up a few minutes earlier, and they chatted happily for a few minutes. Angela happily introduced Rebecca to those who hadn’t already met her, before sorting out their room, and the two of them made their way upstairs.

Once in the room, Angela reminded Rebecca, “Don’t forget, young lady, I still have to deal with you because of the lies you told me this morning.”

Rebecca hadn’t forgotten and remembered Angela telling her quite specifically she was going to get spanked at the hotel just as soon as they got there, so her bottom would be stinging during the wedding celebrations, which was something they both loved with Rebecca enjoying squirming around on her seat and Angela seeing her doing it and knowing why.

Rebecca purposely looked crestfallen, but as always, it was an act. Yes, it’s going to be another spanking and, yes, it would hurt and, yes, she would cry, but she would be aroused as well. She was aroused even then as she remembered clearly what was due to happen, which was a discipline spanking from her chummy mummy, which, as well as being correctly earned, was going to be a reminder to behave at the wedding.

They got to the bedroom, and Angela looked longingly at Rebecca in her very short skirt and tight vest top, and after a few moments of enjoyment, ordered, “I do like your skirt and top, but you won’t be needing them.”

Rebecca knew she was always spanked whilst naked and quickly pulled her vest top over her head and put it on the bed. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, releasing her full breasts, caught it, and put it with the vest top. Then she undid her skirt and pushed it and her knickers to the floor, stepped out of them, and put them with her other clothes.

Rebecca knew she would be having her legs smacked for sure. How she hated that, and in fact really hated it, not because she didn’t deserve it, because she knew she did, but she hated it because it hurt and Angela was particularly proficient at leg smacking. It stung for so long, and the redness of the fronts and backs and sides of her legs was a constant reminder of the spanking. Still, at least she had chosen clothes for the wedding that would hide all those stingy red marks.

Rebecca was turned on by Angela in her sleeveless floral dress with her bare legs. She saw Angela point, and Rebecca went towards the high-backed armless dressing table chair, already facing into the room, and she also noticed the strap and wooden-backed hairbrush on the table within easy reach of the chair. Rebecca wasn’t sure, but the strap looked heavier than usual.

Rebecca looked again at Angela, who walked over to the chair, with her normal feeling of love towards her chummy mummy lover, even though she was about to be spanked.

Angela asked sternly, “Ready for your spanking?”

Rebecca was pretty much relaxed and thinking about the wonderful lovemaking they had had last night, and hoped they would have again after the spanking, and replied, “Yes, Angela.”

Angela gave Rebecca a stern look, wagged her finger at her, and said, “Uh uh, Rebecca.”

“Sorry. Yes, mum,” she said.

Angela warned, “Right. Be careful, young lady.”

Rebecca blushed and knew what that meant, because it was a specific rule that when under punishment, Rebecca had to address Angela with total respect as she dealt with her in the time-honoured strict maternal fashion.

Angela sat down and crossed her legs, and Rebecca looked down at her bare thighs, knowing she would soon be bent across them, having her bottom seriously reddened as she was thrashed.

First, though, as always, Rebecca wanted to make sure that she understood why she needed to be spanked, and demanded, “So, Rebecca, you know why you are here?”

Rebecca replied dolefully, “Yes, Mum, I was rude when answering you. I shouldn’t have been, but I was.”

Angela pressed with, “Why, Rebecca? I know I ask this each time, but why?”

Rebecca looked at the floor as she said, “I just lost it, I suppose.”

Angela rebuffed with, “You need to show me more respect, don’t you?”

“Yes, mum, and I am really sorry.” Rebecca knew her normal attitude with anyone other than Angela was to give sharp retorts, and she usually paid little regard to anyone else’s view, and so one of the things she liked about Angela was how she was trying to change her and make her a warmer, more understanding person, just as a mum would.

“So, Rebecca, you didn’t think before you spoke and that has got you into real trouble.”

Rebecca replied dolefully, “Yes, Mum. I know.”

“Then of course there was this morning over breakfast,” Angela continued.

Rebecca continued being submissive as she replied, “Yes, and I’m sorry I lied, Mum.”

Angela said sternly, “Exactly, Rebecca. Lying is so wrong, isn’t it, Rebecca?”

“Yes, Mum.” Rebecca knew she had intentionally lied to get a spanking, but answering back rudely wasn’t intentional, it was certainly going to earn her another spanking, and she eyed the strap now that she was closer and saw it was much heavier than usual.

Angela followed Rebecca’s gaze and knew what she was thinking. “Yes, Rebecca, it is a heavier strap as I reckoned it would teach you that extra lesson.” She eyed the twenty-one-year-old and knew the message was getting home.

Angela said sharply, “OK, Rebecca. I hope you will learn from this extra hard spanking I am going to give you. Oh, and don’t worry about making any noise as the rooms on both sides are empty and there is a lobby between the bedroom and the door to the corridor, so all in all the sound shouldn’t get out.”

Rebecca was going to say thank you, but thought better of it as it would have been said so sarcastically to probably earn her a third spanking. Instead, Rebecca blushed as she stood there

with her hands in front of herself, trying to cover her pussy and breasts but failing on both counts. She didn’t feel twenty-one years old now, but did feel like a naughty girl about to be disciplined by a strict mum, and so not like an adult at all. However, she knew that her mum was being fair, and it was solely her own fault that she was going to get this second spanking.

Angela kept a stern look on her face as she ordered, “Right, Rebecca, I now want your hands on top of your head.”

Reluctantly, slowly, Rebecca lifted her arms up, conscious that her hair mound was now on show, and then her full breasts, but knew her mum loved looking at her naked body. Equally, Rebecca wanted to be the obedient daughter and so stood up straight, just as Angela had taught her to, looking straight at her mum, and as she stood still, she was now clearly obedient, submissive, and waiting to be told what to do.

Angela looked at the twenty-one-year-old's youthful figure with her slim legs that begged to be smacked, she thought, her flat tummy, beautiful full breasts, slim shoulders, and her well-toned arms showing off her upper body strength achieved at the gym, and of course, her lovely, well-toned legs. Angela saw that Rebecca’s looks were completed by a lovely face, and so altogether a wholly delightful sight, thought Angela.

Rebecca was conscious of Angela looking closely at her body, and she saw her eyes linger on her legs and knew that meant she would have her legs smacked today, but then Angela always smacked her legs when disciplining her. She now wanted Angela to get started, as she hated this waiting. Why couldn’t Angela start, she wondered, as it was now getting close to the wedding and she still hoped they would make love before getting ready.

Angela allowed Rebecca to suffer the delay, but knew she had to get started, as it would be a long session, so she got up and told Rebecca to follow her as she walked into the bathroom. Rebecca edged sideways through the door and stood by Angela next to the sink, and with her eyes followed Angela’s hands as they reached for the packet of soap, and her eyes opened wide as Angela tore the paper off the bar. She looked madly from the bar of soap up to Angela’s face, then back to the bar of soap, realising this punishment was because she had lied this morning.

Angela explained what Rebecca already knew, but said it anyway. “This is for telling lies, Rebecca,” she said as she turned on the tap to wet the soap, and Rebecca stared at the bar as Angela turned it around in her hand and it started to lather. Angela looked at Rebecca, put her hand behind the twenty-one-year-old's head, and said, “Tongue out, please.”

Rebecca shook her head, knowing she had to act the disobedient daughter, as that turned them both on so much.

Angela raised her hand to smack Rebecca, who immediately conceded and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, still watching the bar of soap with a look of horror on her face.

Angela brought the bar of soap up to Rebecca’s tongue, who smelt the soap well before it touched her tongue and knew the taste would be terrible.

Angela snapped, “Close your mouth, Rebecca. Now.”

Angela emphasised the instruction with a hard smack on Rebecca’s leg, and Rebecca closed her mouth and her eyes at the same time and felt awful as the horrible taste consumed her and she gagged.

Angela sat on the stool behind Rebecca, who she heard gasp in anxiety as she rubbed the back of one leg and then gasps of pain as she smacked the back of each leg alternately very hard, punctuating each smack with, “You …will .. not .. tell.. lies .. ever.. again.”

Angela looked up at Rebecca, who had tears in her eyes. “Five minutes,” she said, and lifted up her watch so that Rebecca saw the time. Every minute Angela held up the watch again and saw Rebecca grimace as that signalled the next set of smacks and sure enough every minute Angela smacked Rebecca’s legs again giving her eight hard smacks alternately on the back of each leg and telling her off at the same time with the smacks landing all around her legs, both on the outside and on her inner thighs.

Rebecca found it hard having her legs being smacked as it hurt so much, and they ended up so red. She had expected it, though, which is why she made sure her dress would be long enough so no one would see her red legs, which were certain tell-tale signs of a smacking, which she was sure plenty of those at the wedding would pick up on. As she stood there having her legs smacked so hard, unintentionally biting down on the soap when a smack especially hurt, particularly when her inner thigh was smacked, was when she knew how right it had been to choose the longer dress.

Rebecca found the mouth soaping an unpleasant punishment, which also involved her legs being smacked, and so the tears flowed, the taste was awful, and the smell was wrenching. However, she knew she had brought this punishment on herself, and fully accepted it.

Eventually, the leg smacking was over, and Rebecca heard Angela say, “OK, you can rinse,” and she handed Rebecca a bottle of water, which Rebecca took gratefully. The top had already been removed, and Rebecca took a welcome gulp and rinsed her mouth out. That was better, she thought, but still the taste remained, and tears still streamed down her face, but she calmed down, at least until she glanced across at Angela, who was still looking stern. Inside, she also knew that

she would be tasting the soap for a while, and most certainly whilst across Angela’s lap.

“Follow me, Rebecca,” Angela ordered. A subdued and visibly contrite Rebecca followed Angela back into the bedroom and over to the chair where Angela sat down and made Rebecca stand in front of her with her hands still on her head.

Angela again scolded Rebecca. “So, Rebecca, no more lies. OK?”

“Yes, mum, I promise.” Rebecca really meant it as she didn’t ever want to have a bar of soap anywhere near her mouth again, although that was so unlikely given how strict Angela was with her.

Rebecca looked down at Angela’s lap and saw that the dress had risen up, and her beautiful bare thighs were showing.

Angela saw the look on Rebecca’s face and knew the naughty girl wanted the spanking to start, and Angela knew it was time as she ordered, “OK, Rebecca, get across my lap.”

Rebecca obeyed and as she bent down across Angela’s bare thighs, with her own naked tummy touching skin to skin, and the main feelings she had were for Angela as a rightly strict mum who was about to discipline her very naughty daughter. Rebecca knew she was already moist between her legs, not just because of the anticipation of the spanking but as much as the desire for sex with Angela afterwards.

Rebecca was soon settled across Angela’s lap, and she looked at the back of Angela’s bare legs before dropping her head and looking at the floor. However, as much as she knew the next several minutes would be increasingly painful, she always found this a particularly welcoming position when with Angela because she loved her strict chummy mum, not just as a chummy mummy, but also as a truly fantastic lover.

Rebecca felt the first spank but was conscious that the spank was too hard to have been Angela’s hand and gasped, looked back, and saw Angela raising the heavy strap for the second spank.

Angela had decided she was not going to ease Rebecca in with her hand but was going straight in with the strap and let Rebecca worry about there being no warm-up. After all, she was the one paying the penalty for lying after all.

Angela delivered the second spank and got the expected reaction from Rebecca, which was a loud gasp being a fitting acknowledgement that the punishment was already hurting.

Angela proceeded to spank Rebecca quite hard from the off. The mouth soaping and leg

smacking were a forerunner, and a painful one for Rebecca, but Angela decided she should treat the spanking as partway through and not start more lightly, so she spanked Rebecca’s bottom with the strap time and again, but also loved spanking her legs as well. So, after landing twenty spanks with the strap, she reverted to using her hand to spank again the backs of Rebecca’s already reddened legs, as she liked the feel of her hand thrashing down on Rebecca’s slim legs. Angela was certainly pleased with the way she was progressively turning Rebecca’s legs deeper and deeper red from the knee upwards, and then also the ever-reddening bottom of the twenty-one-year-old, courtesy of the heavy strap once again raining down on the bare bottom cheeks.

Angela knew, though, that Rebecca was a tough girl and was well able to suffer the punishment, albeit she won’t enjoy it at all and would cry and squirm and all the rest of it, but she would cope with it. Angela did, though, want to make Rebecca struggle rather more than usual to emphasise this was about being disciplined for two wrongs so close together.

Rebecca was squirming around and was never quite sure if she was going to be spanked on her bottom or her legs. She had not realised Angela was using her hand on her legs, which were burning, stinging, and raging so much that she thought the strap was being used on them as well as her bottom cheeks. Her vision was already blurred, and she knew the tears were running down her face as she kept saying, “I’m sorry mum, sorry, sorry, so sorry mum,” over and over, mechanically as her reaction to what was a relentless, harsh, albeit well-deserved thrashing. She fully accepted her punishment and lay across her chummy mummy’s lap with her arms stretched out in front of her as far as she could because she knew she must not resist so lay there, prone, exposed, unprotected, and determined to accept every spank, knowing the harder the spanking the more both she and Angela would be turned on and ready for their lovemaking.

Angela was conscious of Rebecca’s discomfort, which was an understatement, she knew, and she could not really begin to imagine the effect on Rebecca, although the tears were obvious, but she just hoped that she was learning the intended lesson. ‘Do not lie to me, or suffer the consequences,’ Angela said in response to Rebecca’s apologies.

Eventually, Rebecca heard, “OK, Rebecca, you can get up.”

Rebecca was heaving and did not move for a while as she tried to recover her composure, but slowly but surely she calmed down and levered herself up, putting her hands on her bottom, but froze when Angela snapped, “Stop that, Rebecca. You know the rules.”

Rebecca withdrew her hands and automatically placed them on top of her head as she knew she must, and stared wide-eyed at Angela whilst biting her lip. “Sorry, mum,” she stammered.

Angela snapped, “Too right, Rebecca,” and glared at the twenty-one year old, knowing that made

her edgy, before continuing, “Right, Rebecca, go and face the wall for ten minutes. Do not move, but think about what you have done, and then we will discuss your behaviour and finish your punishment.”

Angela made a point of placing the strap on the table and lifting up the hairbrush, and Rebecca was again wide-eyed as she had forgotten about the paddle hairbrush.

Angela decided to add to Rebecca’s distress as she ordered, “Here, Rebecca, keep your hands on your head and hold the brush for me to remind you what you have in store still, young lady.”

Rebecca took the hairbrush, turned, went over to the wall, put her nose against it, and her hands on her head, conscious of the hairbrush she was holding. One thing, though, was that all the crying seemed to have washed away the taste of the mouth soaping, but whilst she tried to smile to herself, only a sob came out.

Angela heard the sob and thought that Rebecca really was getting the message. She looked at her chummy daughter and smiled knowingly at her pale back, and her bottom cheeks and the tops of her legs that stood out so clearly, both bright red and glistening, and knew Rebecca must be sore, and will be even sorer by the time she was finished.

Angela felt her second wind as Rebecca waited in trepidation for the instruction she knew would come. Eventually, the ten minutes ended, and Angela ordered, “Right, Rebecca, come and stand in front of me.”

Rebecca turned and walked over to Angela, who was again sitting on her chair. She saw Angela hold out her hand, and Rebecca gave her the brush, which Angela placed face up on her lap for Rebecca to look at as she answered Angela’s questions. “Hands on your head, please,” Angela ordered.

Rebecca obeyed.

Angela asked, “Have you thought about how disobedient you have been?”

“Yes, Mum. I know I was naughty and I should not have lied to you or answered back so rudely. I won’t again, I promise.”

Angela asked in a sarcastic tone, “Is that a promise you can keep, though, Rebecca?”

Rebecca was emphatic, hoping she could keep to her word but knowing she couldn’t as she replied, “Oh yes, Mum. Definitely.”

Angela asked, “Why this time and not before? You have promised me before you won’t lie again or answer me back, and what happens, sure enough, another lie and sharp retort at another time.”

Rebecca looked at the hairbrush, blushing, knowing that Angela was right. She had lied before and had been caught before, and she had been spanked for lying and rudeness before, so why should this be the last time? Why indeed? After all, she fully intended to lie and be rude again so she could be put across Angela’s fearsome lap and spanked again, just as she knew Angela would want to do so again as well. Still, she had to show intent and replied contritely, “I will try really hard this time, Mum. Really hard.”

Angela relented slightly and said, “You have to make sure you stay obedient, but the wedding is getting closer and we need to complete your punishment, don’t we?”

Rebecca nodded and moved forward when Angela lifted up the hairbrush and tapped her lap, and she bent across Angela’s lap and stretched her arms out again.

Angela proceeded to pepper Rebecca’s bottom with the wooden back of the unyielding implement on both her bottom cheeks and heard Rebecca crying again almost immediately, and knew she was getting really damp now.

Rebecca fully expected to dissolve into tears again, and why not, of course, as she was already sore and it was only going to take a few choice spanks to have her bottom smarting again, and crying was a natural consequence. Then, as she did, she was still trying to be a repentant, submissive good girl for her chosen chummy mum.

There was no more scolding, though, as Angela knew Rebecca wouldn’t hear any of it anyway.

Rebecca didn’t know how long she remained across Angela’s lap, but just knew the spanking felt like it was never-ending and the pain was so intense. She just kept her eyes closed, her arms stretched out in front of her, and settled for squirming around and kicking her legs and screaming with the pain, waiting to be told it was over.

Rebecca didn’t actually register when Angela had stopped spanking her because she was crying so much, but slowly became conscious of Angela rubbing her bottom and the tops of her legs, and, as it was so soothing and so welcoming, she raised her bottom up, hoping Angela might rub harder, and eased herself up and down, hoping the rhythm would help. She parted her legs, and Angela rubbed her inner thighs as well, which was just so nice, and then even more heavenly as she caressed her vulva, and it seemed now that her punishment was over. Even better was that Angela kept caressing her vulva until she let out glorious erotic gasps, and came.

Once Rebecca had calmed down a bit more, Angela ordered, “OK, Rebecca, get up.”

Rebecca stood up, and so did Angela, who held out her arms and smiled as Rebecca fell into them. Rebecca sobbed again as she was held firmly, securely, loving having her chummy mum comforting her.

“Now now, Rebecca, it’s all over, so calm down, my darling girl,” Angela said soothingly, and slowly Rebecca recovered her composure.

Angela smiled as she said, “Go and look at yourself in the mirror, Rebecca, so you know what has happened.”

Rebecca rubbed her bottom rapidly as she went over to the full-size cupboard mirror and, as she looked at herself, she gasped at the redness of the fronts and sides of her legs and turned her legs and saw how red her inner thighs also were. She quickly turned around and gasped again when she saw how red her bottom and the tops of her legs were as well. How had she coped, she wondered? How?

Angela remained with a maternal loving smile as she said, “See, Rebecca, I think you have been properly disciplined, but you have taken your punishment well, which is a credit to you. However, you know what you were saying about remembering, so keep that colour in your mind and remember that if you lie again or are rude, then that colour will return, and more.”

Rebecca looked again in the mirror, licked her lips, swallowed, and turned towards Angela whilst still rubbing her bottom and said, “Yes, Mum. I will remember that.”

Angela gave Rebecca another hug and a kiss and said, “OK, Rebecca, there is still an hour before we have to be at the wedding, so we can have good girl sex before we need to get dressed.”

The next thirty minutes were again heaven for them both, each bringing the other to huge orgasms, reinforced by Rebecca’s stinging bottom cheeks, which helped her cum and to make her tongue and finger sex with Angela more effective for her mum.

Afterwards, they both got dressed, said how beautiful the other looked, and they held hands as they walked towards the wedding hall. Once there, Angela pointed and said, “Come on, Rebecca, let’s go and sit over there.”

Rebecca smiled, knowing sitting down wasn’t going to be easy at all as her bottom still stung from her spanking. Still, she followed Angela and was looking forward to the wedding, knowing it would never be too long before she had to go across Angela’s lap again for her next spanking.

Everyone stood up as Olivia, the bride, walked down the aisle, looking beautiful in her white sleeveless dress.

Rebecca knew she couldn’t be happier. Well, until she sat back down too fast and gasped, and those close by gave her the strangest of looks, and Rebecca knew she was blushing. She hadn’t yet told her friends that she was regularly spanked, and so didn’t want to explain that to some strangers.

Rebecca whispered, “Whoops, just slipped, sorry, everyone.”

Rebecca hoped that would be enough to allay everyone’s suspicions as she felt the tingling across her bottom. She saw Angela’s loving smile, and a smile spread across her own face as she pondered the new life she was living, with getting spanked by her ultra-strict chummy mummy clearly very much part of it, and loved it.