“Enough” her Mum said quietly but firmly. 38 year old Nina realised she had argued just a little too much for her Mum. Now she was going to be spanked for that. The 38 year old looked at the floor realising that once again she was going to pay for being too lippy.
“Go to your naughty spot Nina, bare bottom, hands on your head, nose and toes against the wall, 15 minutes, and think hard about how childish you have been.”
Nina did think. Yes she had been far from adult. Stamping her foot in frustration had sealed her fate. As soon as she did that she knew her temper had got the better of her and when she looked up and saw how furious her Mum was well she just knew and the instruction to go to the naughty spot almost wasn’t needed, except of course her Mother had to enforce her control and she felt her Mums eyes burning in to her back as she undid her skirt and stepped out of it, folding it neatly and putting it over the back of a chair, stepping out of her knickers and putting them on top of the folded skirt before going to the wall, edging her toes right up to the wall, touching her nose to the wall and getting the whiff of painted wall, and placing her hands on her head. Her t shirt rose up and she knew her bare bottom was bare for her Mum to see. Time started to run as she heard her Mum go to the side cabinet and take out the hairbrush, hard wooden backed, heavy, ready to turn her bottom a bruised stinging sore cauldron of pain.
The minutes passed by, Nina calmed down as always, realising the stupidity of her actions, promising herself not to do it again, as always, and of course far too late, as always. By the time her Mum gave her the order to “come over here Nina, its time for me to teach you your lesson” Nina wanted to apologise profusely but knew even that would only further annoy her Mum. Apologies were for after her spanking.
Nina turned to find her Mum sitting on the chair that had been turned in to the room, and was lifting the brush and slapping it down in to her open hand, the slapping sound making Nina cringe, knowing what impact it will have on her bare bottom when her Mum used real force. Nina walked over to her Mum and stood by her side, waiting for the order to bend across her waiting lap. Knowing first her Mum had to tell her off as only a Mother can and for several minutes Nina agreed yes how silly she had been, and yes she wholly deserved her spanking, and no she won’t do it again, and yes she needed to be taught a lesson, and yes she appreciated stamping her foot was childish and yes she was 38 years old and should know better, so by the time she was told to get across her Mum’s lap Nina was contrite, knowing she was naughty, knowing she had earned this spanking, She knew her Mum was going to make it as hard and as long as she felt was necessary which was going to be far harder and far longer than Nina wanted.
Nina bent across her Mum’s lap and saw the carpet come up to meet her, her Mum’s legs firmly square on the ground, Nina’s legs dangling on the far side, her bottom across her Mum’s right thigh, perfectly angled for her Mum’s swing, and soon enough her Mum’s open palm was rising and falling, spanking Nina’s bare bottom, hard, warming up the soft flesh, making it ready for the hairbrush which was going to be the main implement of this punishment. And as her Mum’s hand smacked down harder and harder across her bottom so Nina was regretting her childish behaviour again. She wasn’t regretting her agreement to submit to her Mum’s disciplinary control, just the fact she had been naughty, and earned this spanking.
Mum used her hand for as long as she could which to be frank was far longer than most could, perhaps the housework over the years had strengthened the skin of her hand, but Nina was squirming and gasping as each spank made her feel more and more uncomfortable as the pain spread further across her bottom and each spank was stinging more than the previous one. There was only a short gap whilst her Mum picked up the hairbrush, said a sharp “I really am so annoyed with you Nina, just so rude, how could you” and then the almost immediate tensing of her Mum’s thighs as the brush was brought down hard on her reddened bottom.
Nina’s gasps became more vigorous as the spanks rained down, the brush causing Nina’s bottom cheeks to bounce and shake as the brush bit home, then shook again as the brush was raised, only for the bottom cheeks to again shake and roll when the brush bit home again. On and on, spank after spank, her Mum as usual allowing Nina a breather between each set of six spanks. When her Mum got to fifty spanks though there was a crack that only happened when the back of the brush broke. A crack had appeared and Nina’s Mum said under her breath “blow” and knew she had to stop. Unfortunately Nina also knew this was the last hairbrush. The others had all broken one by one over the last few weeks and even though her Mum had told her time and again to get replacements she just had not got around to it. Today there was no choice.
“OK Nina, get up. You can now walk to Mrs Shackleton and get some replacements now.”
That was the last thing Nina wanted to do. Mrs Shackleton is the local shopkeeper who for years supplied hairbrushes to mothers who spanked their offspring. She was happy to charge, but it became a local tradition that if requested she will give the brushes for free in return for using one of her own on the errant offspring. It was seen by those who made the trip across her lap as simply an added punishment, whilst in fact some Mum’s merely allowed that to be the full punishment, not giving any of their own. Mrs Shackleton made no secret of the fact she enjoyed disciplining those sent to her and always set about her task with relish.
Nina fell in to the group who’s Mum’s saw it as an extra punishment and had been spanked by Mrs Shackleton for many years, the tariff being ten spanks for each hairbrush. It meant taking down her knickers and bending across the shopkeepers lap and taking the spanks, which were bad enough when she had not been spanked for a while, but Nina knew if she went today she would be spanked on an already red and sore bottom, and still have to come back here for her Mum to complete her current punishment.
“Mum it’s not fair. Can’t you use something else instead?” Nina pleaded in quite a cross tone. Too cross she realised.
Her Mum looked at her, her face in a scowl, and said “”right, get your cane.”
Nina put her hand to her mouth as she knew she had again been too forceful but turned and ran to her Mum’s bedroom, got the cane and ran back downstairs with it hoping this will put off the moment she will have to face Mrs Shackleton.
“I won’t have to go to Mrs Shackleton, right Mum?” Nina asked.
“Don’t make me any madder with you Nina, yes you do still have to go, but for now bend over.”
Nina did as she was told and a few seconds later heard the whoosh of air as the cane swished through the air, the thwack as it hit home, and then felt the pain spread across her bottom cheeks. The howl was immediate and her face crumpled in agony. A few seconds later and there was the whoosh followed by the swish, the thwack, the pain and the howl that Nina knew was her voice although it seemed to be someone else’s. The third whoosh swish crack and howl followed.
“Right Nina, you will go to the shop now and get some new hairbrushes, and when you come back we will finish your punishment.”
Nina stood up, turned around and said “please Mum, I” but she was cut short by the swipe of the cane on the side of her bare leg, and was silent, well she was silent after her howl of pain as the stinging spread across her leg. Her Mum had only ever done that once before, when she was really annoyed and Nina would not stop complaining, like today.
Nina’s Mum was still not content. “Bend over again” she snapped and now Nina wasn’t arguing, knowing she had gone far too far, and just turned, grabbed the chair, and stuck her bottom out, ready for the next stroke. She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the whoosh, swish, and thwack, felt the pain even stronger than before, scrunched her face and let out a howl. To show her Mum she now accepted her punishment she again stuck her bottom out, inviting the next stroke. Her Mum welcomed the invitation and tensed as she raised the cane higher, the whoosh was longer, the thwack louder and the howl more intense. Nina raised one leg and her Mum knew that stroke hurt. Notwithstanding that reaction she raised the cane again and produced the loudest howl of all from her daughter who was now crying unashamedly as she stuck her bottom out again, having lost count of the strokes. Nina knew every one of those strokes of the cane was only given because she was argumentative when she knew she shouldn’t be. How she could be so silly at home when so successful at work remained a mystery to her. Maybe she was too relaxed at home, maybe in reality she enjoyed the sensation of being spanked as well, whatever it was though she was crying now and knew she wasn’t done for the day, not by a long way.
“Stand up Nina” her Mum ordered and Nina immediately obeyed. “Go and get dressed. You are going to get those new hairbrushes.”
Nina stood up and nodded and left the room to get dressed. Her Mum wrote out the order and put the piece of paper in an envelope. Nina returned downstairs several minutes later, dressed in a smart knee length skirt to hide her red legs, blouse, bare legs, high heels, a washed face and sunglasses to hide her very red eyes. She took the note and walked to the door just catching the phone call her Mum made to Mrs Shackleton telling her Nina was on her way and yes the normal arrangement was fine. Nina knew that meant another spanking from Mrs Shackleton.
It was a 10 minute walk to the shops and Nina was now sore. Mind you as the heat of her bottom subsided and the bruising started she felt herself feeling much better about the spanking, recognising the elation she always felt once a thrashing was over, and started to think about her vibrator and her bed. The problem was she knew it wasn’t over. A spanking from Mrs Shackleton will be followed by a further spanking from her Mum. Her vibrator would only become a reality after both those spankings. Still, she may as well enjoy the feeling of her tender bottom now.
Nina made good time knowing a golden rule was that if she was late she would get extras, like a whole extra spanking. She was almost there but three doors away was a new dress shop and she saw a beautiful business suit in the window. She checked her watch and saw she would have time to go in and have a quick look. She so loved it she quickly tried it on but when she next looked at her watch groaned as she knew she was already late so will be in for extras.
A breathless Nina arrived at the shop and saw Mrs Shackleton, looking quite forbidding, serving a customer. She glanced up at Nina and was clearly annoyed. The 65 year old shopkeeper was a fiery woman who had no time for wasters, no sympathy for those who were naughty, and a very short temper. Nina went up to her and stood waiting for her to say something. A few moments went by until Mrs Shackleton asked her customer if she could just deal with the woman standing there and came over to Nina.
“You are late Nina” she said quietly but firmly” and added “follow me please” and led the way to the back of the shop then to the first floor where 18 year old Ella was waiting. She took the note Nina was holding as she said “You know Ella, my niece?”
Nina looked at the 18 year old and said “yes Mrs Shackleton.”
“Well I have to deal with some customers so Ella will give you your extra spanking for being late.”
Mrs Shackleton never even gave Nina the chance to explain why she was late. She was, and that was that. Nina knew that was the case and anyway she was more concerned about something else and said “But she’s only 18 and ..”
“Aunty, that’s plain rude” Ella complained, knowing her Aunt wouldn’t stand for it.
Mrs Shackleton didn’t and grabbed Nina’s arm and pulled her to a stool saying as she went “be quiet my girl, I will not have any arguments” and when Nina saw the long handled wooden spoon on the chair she begged “nooo nooo goooood girllllll gooood girlllllll I’ll be gooodddd”” but to no avail as Mrs Shackleton took no truck and made her bend over and grab the chair before lifting her skirt right up and yanking down her knickers.
“Legs apart” she ordered and Nina parted her legs feeling positively vulnerable.
“You know I don’t take kindly to arguments young lady” and with that raised the wooden spoon and brought it down hard on the reddest part of Nina’s bottom and huffed when Nina let out a loud gasp, before raising the spoon again and thrashing it down on another red spot which was followed by a slightly louder gasp. “Understand me girl” said Mrs Shackleton who didn’t care that Nina started to sob, and ignoring those sobs gave Nina a full twelve hard spanks with the long handled wooden spoon. She left Nina in position her bottom staring out in to the room as she read the note her Mum wrote.
Nina looked behind her, through her legs, and even through wet eyes she saw Ella laughing and she stood up and walked over to Nina and without even asking she rubbed Nina’s bottom. “So warm Aunty” she said ignoring Nina. Then waspishly said “at least she has a clean bottom” as she ran her finger down Nina’s gaping bottom crack, pressing down as she passed over her bum hole causing Nina to gasp first in arousal but almost immediately in humiliation. An 18 year old had caused her to be aroused.
Mrs Shackleton said harshly “Now I repeat, Ella will give you a spanking. Understood?”
“Yes” Nina said still sobbing as she came to terms with being spanked by the 18 year old.
“And it will be over my knee Nina” Ella added as she continued to rub Nina’s bottom, his time running her fingers between her spread legs and brushing her exposed pussy ever so lightly and again causing Nina to gasp.
“Right Nina” Ella commanded “up you get and follow me.”
Nina knew now arguing was out of the question and so walked with the 18 year old and stood by her, rather awkwardly as her skirt was still tucked in to the waistband and her knickers around her knees. Nina looked at Ella who was the same age as her junior at the office, the junior she had no time for but who made her coffee and went to get her lunch, who she ordered about and snapped at when she was slapdash not caring how small she made her look. Not so with Ella. No, Nina knew she couldn’t mess with this 18 year old. This will be the first time she will be spanked by her but she had heard from others how ferocious she was, that you crossed her at your own risk. Of course in reality Nina saw many of her own qualities in the teenager. After all she was the one very much in charge at the office, not taking kindly to anyone who questioned her authority, whilst Ella was the one in control here.