Steph has been to the house loads of times so Beccy knew her well, and had met her Mum quite a few times. Still, it was agreed Melissa would come to ours for her lesson which meant Beccy would be around and I knew I sometimes got quite heated with my students and I didn’t know how Beccy might react if I had to tell a 50 year old off. I was determined to stay calm, very determined, but then I was always determined and that didn’t stop me boiling over and getting in to trouble.
I must have known actually because the music lesson wasn’t going well as Melissa kept missing notes but seemed to think it was funny and it was getting me annoyed as I reckoned she was just losing concentration so when she missed a note the next time I did what I did to my younger students and smacked her hand saying in my best teachers voice, “Focus Melissa, take it seriously.”
Melissa snapped back, “I am taking it seriously,” and continued to play. She missed another note and I smacked her hand again, not hard, just sharply enough to make her think. It usually got the student motivated again. On the third occasion Melissa stopped playing and said in an annoyed tone, “Will you stop smacking my hand Laura.”
I retorted, “Well Melissa I will if you play properly.”
Just then Beccy came in to the room and asked, “What is all the shouting about?”
Melissa said first, “Your Laura keeps smacking my hand and I have asked her not to, that’s what Beccy.”
I refuted what Melissa said and retorted, “It’s not that at all, I’m trying to teach her and she is not listening and for a teacher that is most frustrating.”
Beccy said, “Now Laura, that’s no way to talk to Melissa, show more respect.”
“That’s not fair if you want to know what I think.” I was just about to give Melissa a piece of mind when I looked at Beccy who was obviously cross.
“I don’t,” Beccy said holding up a finger but I ignored her and continued, “Well I think Melissa isn’t interested at all.”
Melissa retorted with, “That’s not fair Laura, I do want to learn.”
“I doubt it,” I said crossing my arms, and continued, “Well in my opinion,”
Beccy said sternly, “That’s enough Laura, no one wants your opinion, and as we have discussed many many times you are far too quick to give your opinion as it is. I repeat, show Melissa respect. Anyway I won’t be having your rudeness so let’s deal with you properly, I’ll have your knickers please.”
“That’s not fair at all, I’m doing a lesson.”
Beccy responded crossly, “First, you crossed your arms like you do when you sulk and you know I don’t do sulking. Second for answering me back you get a second spanking. Now I want you to give me your knickers.”
I blushed as I knew I had talked my way to a double spanking. Why have I still not learnt? Why didn’t I stop arguing when told I was getting one spanking? I could not believe how I got carried away with my own opinions, again. Beccy was furious as she held out her hand and accepting her decision stood up pulled my knickers down stepped out of them and handed them to her.
“Take your skirt off and go to the naughty spot over there. I’ll deal with you down here today.”
I closed my eyes just as Melissa asked, “Erm Beccy, what’s happening?”
Beccy answered, “I am going to give Laura a good spanking, two in fact, because of her rudeness toward you.”
Melissa sounded rather surprised. “Really, but isn’t Laura 28 years old so rather old to be spanked.”
“Well yes she is 28 years old Melissa, but not too old for a spanking, not by a long way in fact. Laura has behaviour problems, in particular being very self-opinionated to the point of rudeness and to help her overcome that problem and several others we agreed I should spank her when she needs to be, at least when I say she needs to be that is.”
Beccy was quite emphatic about it being whenever she decided I needed to be spanked but I was well used to having no say and accepting her decisions on when I was to be spanked.
“Oh, I see. Well I guess I should go then.”
Beccy insisted, “Goodness no Melissa, I’ll give her a spanking, the first one, she will then continue your lesson in what I trust will be a far better mood, and then I’ll spank her again afterwards.”
“But you said you will spank her here. Where shall I go?”
“Melissa, you will stay here and watch. It’s part of the discipline regime. She was rude to you so you watch her being disciplined for it.”
Melissa perked up at that I thought and said enthusiastically, “Oh, I see, well then, yes, why not.” She added, “Can I have a drink perhaps?”
Beccy laughed. “Of course, there’s an opened bottle of red on the side.”
“Just right. Thanks.”
I was already on the naughty spot my nose pressed against the wall and my hands on my head as Melissa poured herself a glass of wine. “Oh my,” she said as she turned and said, “I must say I like the naughty spot touch. What must the poor girl be thinking standing there with her bare bottom all on show?”
Beccy said light heartedly, “I can tell you Melissa, she’s thinking how silly she was to be rude to you because her bottom is going to sting like crazy soon.”
She was right, that is exactly what I was thinking. Beccy was going to make me pay for what I did. In fact I wasn’t expecting the second spanking. One spanking would have been fine really, painful and all, but my pussy was wet at the thought of the one spanking. I suppose I am even wetter at the prospect of two but Beccy was certainly right that my bottom was going to sting and I wondered how I would be able to sit and continue the music lesson.
I was standing on the naughty spot for several minutes before Melissa said, “Is the spanking going to start soon Beccy?”
“Why’s that Melissa? I like Laura to be on her naughty spot for at least 10 minutes and usually longer so she has some good thinking time.”
“Oh no, there’s no rush, It’s just I will fill my glass up again if I won’t be interrupting.”
Beccy replied in a friendly tone, “You go ahead Melissa, there’s plenty of time still.”
I kept my nose pressed against the wall feeling smaller and smaller the longer the chatter went on. There Melissa was drinking wine whilst I am facing the wall like a naughty girl, well in fact I am a naughty girl of course, but that wasn’t the point. My bottom will soon be stinging and no doubt Melissa will ask for another glass of wine.
The minutes passed by until I was almost glad that Beccy said, “Come here Laura and let me deal with you.”
I turned to find Beccy on the chair, a wooden backed hairbrush in her hand, and she was glaring at me, looking so dominant. My pussy quivered as I walked over to her, her green eyes blazing, and as I got to her she tapped her lap, I glanced at Melissa who was smiling and looked as though she was really enjoying my humiliation, and I bent down across Beccy’s waiting lap. As soon as my hands landed on the floor Beccy started to rub my bare bottom as she usually did which I always found so erotic, admittedly as always mixed with the tension of knowing I was only a few rubs from a spanking but it settled me down.
I didn’t have too much time to think about being watched as Beccy lifted her hand and brought what I knew to be her open palm down hard on my right bare bottom cheek, then a second later on my left bare bottom cheek, and I knew spanks would rain down in quick and constant succession on alternate bare bottom cheeks several dozen times before Beccy would focus on one bottom cheek for a few dozen spanks, then the other bottom cheek for a few dozen spanks, until she spanked me on the very same spot several dozen times, changing the spot for another several dozen spanks, not forgetting the tender sit spots when she stretched my bottom cheeks for a better target. Of course there would be another several dozen spanks on the back of each leg.
I was stinging all over and gasping louder and louder as the spanking progressed. It never ceased to surprise me how Beccy could keep spanking me with her bare hand for what must have been literally hundreds of times without any break. I reckoned that initial part of the spanking lasted a good ten minutes. Beccy rubbed rub my bottom and the tops of my legs for twenty or thirty seconds scolding me before raising her hand and giving me another couple of hundred spanks.
I asked her once how she managed to keep going for so long. She told me what she found was that it was easier to keep spanking me and that her hand almost lost all feeling except she knew she was spanking me hard. However there was a pain threshold to get through, which was about a hundred spanks, and after that it was easier to keep going than to stop. She must be right because I have been spanked by some very experienced women and the more dominant ladies all spanked me for a long period without stopping.
Of course as the pain dulled in Beccy’s hand so the pain increased in my bottom and legs, so much so that tears welled up in my eyes well before the hand spanking was over. I didn’t normally cry during this stage but today I did.
When Beccy stopped to pick up the hairbrush Melissa said, “Oohh I bet that will really hurt Beccy.”
I wanted to cry out, ‘Well of course it does you stupid woman,’ but I knew what that would cost me and whilst my short temper had earned me a second spanking I didn’t particularly want to earn a third spanking.
Beccy answered, “Well yes Melissa, these paddle brushes are a real deterrent you know. Laura hates it but I don’t see why that should stop me using it.”
“Quite so,” Melissa said agreeing, I am sure if you weren’t so strict she would be a far naughtier young lady.”
Beccy said, “Yes she sure would,” and I could hear in her voice the hairbrush was already on its way down towards my sore bottom. The next second my right bottom cheek exploded in pain and before I could recover the hairbrush was brought down on my left bottom cheek. Beccy was so experienced at spanking me with the paddle brush and I knew I was going to be in floods of tears before many more spanks. I think I held out for a dozen spanks although holding out was of course the wrong intonation. I didn’t hold out at all. A dozen spanks with the paddle brush was how long it took for me to gasp, yell out in pain, and for the tears to cascade down my face. Once the crying started all I could do was keep crying and as the paddle brush did its work so effectively I squirmed around on Beccy’s lap and kicked my legs as my head rose and fell and my hair flew around my face, I only saw a blur if I opened my eyes and didn’t make out what anyone was saying although knew Melissa was talking to Beccy and Beccy was answering but it was just a sound, mixed in with the whacks from the hairbrush and my own howls of pain.
Eventually some of the sounds disappeared, namely the sound of the hairbrush spanking me and the sound of my screeches, and then the voices started to make sense, I could understand what was being said as Beccy rubbed my bottom and shush shushed me, calmed me down, and I thought again how I had deserved to be punished. I knew it was my own fault and as usual I needed the spanking.
Melissa seemed to be trying her best to belittle me when she said, “Do you know Beccy I don’t think I have ever seen someone as old as Beccy being spanked.”
Beccy kept rubbing my bottom which did calm me down and bring me back down to a modicum of normality when she answered, “Well I very much doubt Laura is the only 28 year old spanked regularly.”
Melissa continued her chatter. “It’s strange though as it was a week ago I was talking to my Steph, well we were arguing actually and I told her I thought she was being rude and I told her not to be, well she argued back and I eventually said it’s just a pity she’s too old to be spanked.” Melissa thought a second then continued, “You see Beccy I never did think spanking was right but as time went on and all Steph’s friends who got spanked turned out to be well behaved young ladies and Steph who didn’t get spanked was always so argumentative I started to realise I had got it all wrong and that I should have spanked her, and her younger sister of course. So when I told Steph that she laughed at me and said if I find anyone who’s 28 and still spanked then tell her and she’ll let me spank her, just once mind, but I thought that would be quite something anyway.” Melissa stopped again for a moment then added, “It’s strange that Laura and Steph are close friends but Steph didn’t know Laura was spanked. I suppose if I had known I would have said and spanked her there and then.”
Beccy said, “Lots of people know Beccy gets spanked but I guess it never got to Steph and you.”
I was still sobbing but I knew Steph wasn’t telling her Mum the truth as she jolly well did know I was spanked, we had discussed it often, I had even shown her the results of a spanking by dropping my knickers and letting her see for herself. We knew though that Melissa didn’t know I was regularly spanked, although of course now she did know as she had watched me being spanked, sipping wine no less.
Beccy had rubbed me long enough and said a sharp, “Up you get Beccy and go back on your naughty spot, think about what you have learned.”
Still crying I slid off Beccy’s lap, looked at her through blurred eyes, rubbed my bottom madly as I walked to the naughty spot knowing I only had a few short seconds to try to eradicate the pain which as always was unsuccessful before I pressed my nose against the wall and put my hands back on my head, the pain seeming to spin relentlessly around my bottom.
I half listened to what was being said behind me but mainly I was thinking my own thoughts I was 28 years old and once again spanked so hard and for so long and of course so effectively. I could never really understand how I found the thought of being spanked so erotic but still I did, not whilst crying but always afterwards when my bottom was recovering from the throbbing and smarting that always followed and somehow the soreness of my bottom and legs permeated my pussy and within just a few short minutes after a spanking my pussy was quivering and demanding the comfort of my fingers. I just needed to be by myself but knew that wouldn’t be for a while yet.
I had stopped sobbing when Beccy said to the back of my head, “Right Laura, I think you should finish Melissa’s lesson. Steph will be here soon to pick her up.”
I turned and Melissa seemed so chirpy still as she sat on the stool. I eased my knickers back on and stepped in to my skirt zipping it up. I noticed the cushion on my stool had been removed, the usual added punishment for me, and as I sat down I gasped as my very tender bottom touched the hard stool seat. I opened my eyes and saw Melissa smiling at me, and as though nothing had happened asked, “Shall I play the same tune Laura?”
I sniffed and said, “Yes please Melissa, that’s a good idea.”
Melissa turned to me a final time and said in a firm tone, “You won’t smack my hand again will you Laura?”
“No Melissa, I won’t. Please start playing.”
Just as Beccy had said I was far quieter for this session and even when Melissa made some mistakes I just pointed them out and Melissa would say, “Oh yes, sorry, let me try again,” but she didn’t learn much making the same mistakes right up to the end of the lesson. I knew smacking hands worked and would have worked with Melissa, but I wasn’t allowed to, mores the loss for Melissa I thought. It emphasised to me the power of deterrent just as I knew the threat of being spanked myself was an excellent deterrent for me.
We both got up and Melissa thanked me for the lesson and booked another one just when the doorbell rang and a few moments later Beccy had answered the door and Steph walked in. She took one look at me and asked, “Wow, what happened to you?”
I turned around lifted my skirt and Steph saw a lot of red skin below my knickers and on the tops of my legs. “Ouch,” she said, adding, “Wow Laura that looks like it stings.”
Melissa asked her daughter, “Why don’t you ask how come Laura is so red on her bottom and legs?”
Steph looked quizzical, turned to me, and said laughing, “Well Laura, if I didn’t know better I would say you have been spanked.” Steph stopped laughing when she realised I had been spanked.
I said quietly, “Exactly right Steph, Beccy spanked me and you’re Mum watched.”
Steph looked at her Mum who was smiling, blushed, and said, “Oh.”
Melissa jumped in with, “Yes Steph, and what did we discuss last week?”
Steph stayed silent looking like she was thinking back to last week.
Melissa said still smiling, “Let me help you. You said if I could find someone who is 28 and still spanked I can spank you for being so rude to me. Remember?”
Steph swallowed hard, looked at her Mum, then at Beccy and me, then back to her Mum. “I remember that Mum but like I didn’t think, I mean didn’t reckon.” She fell silent.
“Well whether you thought or reckoned the fact is Laura is 28 and I have just watched her get her bottom spanked, and now I am holding you to your word.”
Steph kept blushing and Melissa pressed, “I think my girl you need to come with me to another room so I can give you a spanking, and not before time I must say.”
Beccy said, “Oh Melissa, I think you will find it far better if Laura and I watch.”
Steph’s mouth dropped open but no sound came out.
“Good point Beccy.” She turned to her 28 year old daughter and said firmly, “Follow me,” as she walked to the chair Beccy had sat on when she spanked me. “Quickly Steph,” she said sharply.
Steph looked bewildered but started to walk over to her Mum and once she had taken the first step picked up speed and was across the room standing next to her Mum looking down at her lap.
“Knickers down please Steph, unless you want me to do it.”
“No I’ll do it,” Steph said quickly and she hurriedly lifted up her skirt and lowered her knickers. Embarrassed she allowed the skirt to drop down again covering her bare bottom. She looked at her Mum waiting for further instructions which came soon enough. “Hold up your skirt and bend over my knee my girl.”
Seconds later Steph was across her Mum’s lap with her hands were on the floor and her bare bottom staring up at her Mum.
“No arguments. Good girl. Now let’s see what happens when it starts to hurt.” Melissa raised her hand and brought it down hard on Steph’s right bare bottom cheek and Steph gasped but remained in place, gasped again when her Mum spanked her other bottom cheek, and gasped repeatedly as the spanking progressed. Melissa spanked Steph for quite a while but I judged it wasn’t as hard as Beccy spanked but then Melissa had never spanked her daughter before.
There was a gap and by then Beccy had collected a hairbrush and handed it to Melissa. Steph looked sideways at Beccy’s legs and then back at the floor. She seemed to be struggling with the hand spanking so I reckoned the hairbrush will take its toll very quickly. It did. After only the third spank with the hairbrush the 28 year old was shrieking and kicking although to her credit did stay in position. I watched intently as the hairbrush splattered down on her red bottom and her bottom cheeks flowed like a wave. I watched Melissa for a while but decided Beccy was a far better spanker. Mind you, the spanking did go on a while and Steph was crying and begging her Mum to stop, but Melissa seemed to be enjoying the pain she was causing her daughter and it was several dozen spanks with the hairbrush before she stopped.
Melissa rubbed her daughter’s bottom and much like Beccy became concerned for her daughter’s well-being, rubbed her bottom, shush shushed her, and waited for her to calm down before ordering her, “Up you get Steph.”
Steph stood up and immediately rubbed her bottom tears still flowing down her face. Melissa looked very satisfied and said, “That was good Beccy, I can see why you spank Laura anyways.”
I asked, “Can Steph and I go to the bathroom so she can wash her faces?”
Melissa gave me a stern look then smiled and said, “Go on then Laura.”
I took Steph’s hand and led her upstairs and in the bathroom. She rubbed her bottom the whole way upstairs and when we got inside the bathroom she quickly turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror, rubbed her bottom some more, turned to me and said, “Just like you said Laura, it sure hurt but it’s now lovely and warm,” and smiled, a wet smile it had to be said with her tear stained face. I had my own sense of satisfaction seeing another 28 year old with a tear stained face after a spanking, especially as Steph was such a close friend.