My 22 year old daughter Clare had just got home from her new friend Sally. They had met at a local evening for young singles and got on well. Sally asked Clare to stay over for a couple of nights and she must have had such a good time she didn’t once phone home.
She enthused about her new friend, and strangely enough also about her Mother.
"Sally's Mum is so cool. She let’s Sally have all her friends around whenever they want and she makes sure everyone is enjoying themselves. She's very calm and is just fantastic."
How nice, I thought. Just what I needed. My 22 year old daughter who isn’t the most diplomatic person in the world, and is argumentative to say the least, prattling on about how great one of her friends Mother is. It makes me feel really good I don’t think.
Her continuously flowing praise did get a rather annoying but the last thing I wanted was a blazing row. Her praise for Sally’s Mother continued unabated though.
"Everyone helps whenever she asks us."
Now that was surprising.
I exclaimed "What, you help as well?"
Surely not I thought, not my lazy 22-year-old daughter who won’t help me at all around the house.
Clare said almost mockingly "She just asks nicely and everyone mucks in."
I thought, good for her. She must be some woman. Mind you, if she actually gets Clare to help around the house maybe I need to meet her and find out just how she does it. She must be wonder woman at least.
“Anyway Mum, I asked Sally over for Saturday afternoon. Is that OK?”
"Clare, why don't we ask her Mum over as well so I can get to know her?"
"Cool Mum, it would be really great if you were just like her."
Ouch. That hurt I thought. Still at least I will get to meet this woman and maybe find out how she can get my quarrelsome daughter to be so helpful when I almost have to pull my hair out to get her to put her clothes away.
On Saturday afternoon Sally and her Mum, Susan, came over. We all sat in the lounge and had tea. Susan came across as a very nice woman who seemed to have a firm way about her, but it still wasn’t clear to me how she exerted so much influence. I knew the two girls wanted to get upstairs away from us, so I decided to broach the subject of how come she got all the kids to help her.
"Well, Susan, Clare tells me how everyone helps at home. What's your secret?
Susan laughed and glanced at Sally, who strangely enough was blushing.
"Well, at the first sign of any messing around, or slackness, or any back chat which I really do hate, it’s really quite easy, I give the offender a spanking."
Clare gasped. I looked at her, and then turned my gaze on Sally who was blushing an even deeper red.
Susan didn’t help the colour of her daughters face when she continued. "I spanked Sally on Saturday because she came home very late from shopping without telling me, and was then very short with me when I asked her about it.”
Then Susan seemed to remember something else about the event. She turned to my daughter and said “actually, Clare, you met her in town and came home together and were also a bit abrupt with me.”
Susan turned her gaze back to me and continued “anyway, I waited for Clare to go home and then took Sally’s knickers down, put her across my knee, and gave her a good hard spanking."
Susan turned to he daughter and said “didn’t I Sally” with a smile, not a malicious one, just as though it was a fond memory.
An even redder faced Sally said “yes Mum, you did, a very hard one I seem to recall.”
I looked across at Clare and fought to keep a straight face when Susan asked her "You do remember being rather abrupt with me Clare?"
Clare looked intently at her feet as did Sally. I glanced at Susan and we exchanged smiles.
I hadn’t seen my daughter so quiet in a long time and said “so what you are saying is that if Clare had been your daughter she would have got a spanking for being rude to you?”
“Exactly. There’s nothing like a reddened bottom to get a naughty young lady back on track.” She then looked across at Sally and asked “you apologised afterwards didn’t you Sally?”
“I always do Mum don’t I?”
“Yes dear, I know. It’s just that I want to make things clear.”
Susan asked me “I take it you don’t give Clare any discipline.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that, it’s just that she is very strong willed you know.”
“I think strong willed is good, but if that turns in to rudeness it is not acceptable and earns Sally a spanking, every time.”
I looked across at Clare who winced, and glanced at Sally. They exchanged looks. Interesting.
The discussion was entirely matter of fact, two Mothers discussing permissible behaviour and what needs to be done in response to bad behaviour. It was quite strange bearing in mind we were both discussing our 22 year old daughters.
It was unlike Clare to be so quiet, although that changed when Susan looked across at a blushing Clare and said "You know Clare, it is becoming clear that you should get a spanking too for being rude to me.”
Clare did not move, but bit her lip. I sat there dumbfounded. It was quite a jump to make, and obviously one Clare wasn’t at all happy about.
Susan continued “Clare, please answer me. You have earned a spanking from your Mother and as I am here, I can give her some pointers. Go on, get across her lap."
I decided to keep the conversation flowing as I was getting quite excited about the prospect of where this might end up. "Clare, you told me you do everything Susan says. Were you lying?"
“I didn’t realise that you spank Sally” she said looking at Susan.
“Well I do dear, and always have done. Sally and her two brothers.”
I added “come on Clare, you said how much you wanted me to be like Sally’s Mum. Here I am offering to be just that and you are baulking.”
She looked at Susan, and then at me and said “but I’m 22 Mum.”
Susan said “so is Sally. Her brothers are older.”
We all looked at Sally who was clearly uncomfortable but knew she had to back her Mother on this one. “I know it isn’t very nice Clare, being spanked, but it will do you good. You will think twice before being naughty I can tell you.”
“It must really hurt Sally” Clare asked, rhetorically, and everyone knew Clare was coming to accept the inevitable.
“Yes Clare, but the pain and the red marks go away after a while.”
Clare scrunched her face up as she realised she was going to have to agree and got up.
Susan said “it's best if you slip your skirt off Clare because then it won’t get in the way.”
We all watched as Clare, now very much the centre of attention, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She walked over to me.
“Let your Mother pull your knickers down Clare, as a sign of respect. It’s your signal that you are under her control.”
Clare nodded and I lent forward to take down her knickers and she held on to my shoulder as she lifted each leg out, embarrassed because the others saw her private hair mound, but knew she could do nothing about it.
I took her arm, pulled slightly, and guided her across my lap. I looked down at my daughter’s bottom. I had seen it before in this exact position, but not for many years. She was much longer now, her bottom and thighs slightly wider, so the target bigger. I looked across at our two guests. Sally was looking embarrassed for her friend, but Susan smiled at me. As soon as I heard how Susan maintained control in her house I was certain that reintroducing spanking in our house was exactly what my daughter needed. Well she will be getting one spanking, right now. Maybe more will follow.
I started to spank her. Clare was squirming around on my lap and I thought was struggling to cope. I was so surprised when Susan told me "I spank much harder than that. Let me show you.”
Susan walked over to me and pointed to Clare’s bottom. “You see all of this area has to be bright red when you have finished so you will need to spank much harder. Susan put her hand on Clare’s bottom and Clare let out a “don’t.” I knew Clare would be thinking perhaps Susan was treating her too much like a little girl.
“Do you mind young lady” Susan snapped, and then looked at me and asked “may I?”
“Of course.”
With that Susan lifted her hand and brought it down hard on Clare’s right bottom cheek and was rewarded by a loud gasp, followed by five more hard spanks on alternate bottom cheeks and five more gasps.
Susan said sternly “Please don’t speak whilst you are under punishment Clare as it invariably gets you a second spanking later on.”
Clare sobbed, but accepted the instruction.
Susan continued “OK, why don’t you spank her like that. Make it really count.”
I took up the cudgels and spanked Clare much harder than before and I had to admit I was getting a huge amount of satisfaction from punishing my daughter, rather more satisfaction than she was getting I reckoned.
I stopped after a few dozen spanks only for Susan to say “that’s not nearly enough. Her bottom needs to be really red. I spank Clare for a good 15 minutes. I also find that 15 minutes corner time afterwards is good thinking time."
Nodding I spanked her hard for the 15 minutes suggested and her bottom really was very red. Clare was crying loudly. At the end I rubbed her bottom to help calm her down, and whilst Clare was still crying I asked Susan “What other reasons do you spank Sally for?”
“Oh I don’t have set reasons. I adopt the true mother daughter relationship and simply decide when she needs to be spanked, and then spank her. There is no discussion, just knickers down and away I go.”
When Clare’s crying reverted to sobs I told her to get up. She stood in front of me, her hands by her side as according to Susan rubbing was not yet permitted until she was told she could.
Susan and I were talking about her, not with her though.
Susan said “it’s important to me that friends of Sally are well behaved. I think discipline is a very important element of that.”
“So are you saying you would prefer to know that Clare is subject to proper discipline?”
Susan nodded, turned to Clare and said “so Clare, do you like being Sally’s friend?”
Clare looked up. “Yes I really do, and Sally likes me, don’t you Sally” she said, turning to her friend.
“Oh yes Clare I do like you, a lot. Mum’s right though, it will be best if we are both subject to the same discipline.”
“Really?”
“Yes Clare. I love my Mum and wouldn’t have it any other way. I know if I am naughty I get spanked, and it’s as straightforward as that.”
Susan said "Clare, why don't you ask your Mum to do the same with you?”
Wow, this is some special woman I thought. Clare was sobbing and rubbing her bottom, looked at Sally and knew she wanted to stay her friend, and managed to nod in agreement.
That’s agreed then I said “well Susan, how about a coffee?”
“Sounds good. Clare can stand in the corner in the kitchen with us so we can see her red bottom.”
I sent Clare to face the wall and I made coffee. Susan Sally and I sat at the table, glancing over to Clare whose back was to us, her hands on her head, her shirt having risen up and her red almost glowing bottom staring back at us.
“You did a good job” Susan said. “Look, I know my hand hurts after a while so I use this” she said, taking a wooden backed hairbrush out of her handbag. It looked wicked.
Susan continued “you know Sally would definitely have got a few dozen with this for snapping at me as she did.”
“Do you think Clare should be given them whilst the kettle is boiling?” I asked.
“Great thinking. You know, you must feel free to spank Sally if she is naughty whilst here. I only ask you tell me afterwards.”
“No problem, so I guess you should spank Clare when she is with you.”
We smiled at each other, I was picturing two 22 year old girls being spanked one after the other by this rather strict but friendly and warm woman.
Susan handed me the hairbrush.