MINI STORY 2. NNNNINETEEN

I refused point blank to go over my step mums knee. well that worked out didn't it.

when she said I was due a spanking, I didn't even bother arguing, best get it over with,

she indicated her lap, I'll bend over the chair, I offered nervously,  get here now, she hissed, 

I obeyed, she was a large well built woman, I was tiny a slip of a thing could pass for 

fourteen, fifteen quite easily, rather than my nineteen years, why dose an adult a fully

grown (as grown as I'll get) woman accept parental chastisement, its a long story,

 

 

MATURE LADY SPANKED.

    MATURE.....    MATURE

.....I was in my late fifties widowed for a number off years, tho friends  had tried to pair me

off, no one

 had tickled my fancy,, then I met Geoff, a few years older than I, a widower,a

Good head of steel grey hair, tall and of  slim build.

we did the same things couples our age did, but had stopped at the bedroom door,

tho I was beginning more and more to want him physically,

we had finished our meal were having  a drink in our favourite Italian restaurant.

I bent in towards him whispered in his ear, I want your cock inside of me,

Thus began our successful sex .life,

I feel safe with you, I want to ask you something, my face was flushed I couldn't look

him in the eye,

yes darling spit it out, she spoke, there it was out in the open,

he looked surprised, but pleased what red blooded male would turn down the opportunity,

"I want you to spank my bottom" she finally voiced her desire, of course I will darling,

LETS WORKM OUT SOME SCENARIOS,

SKIVVYS PENANCE.

SKIVVYS PENANCE.

After being unable to find a job in her native town in the north of England, a young school leaver had

taken a job as a cleaner in a small private girls school, now almost nine teen she was still treated as a

skivvy,

she attended mass once a month when a local priest held a service for the small number of girls who

were Roman Catholic,

after mass one morning she spoke to the priest,

I'm sorry Father I don't feel prayer, Hail Marys,  etc . are giving me what I need, God forgive my 

blasphemy,

Kathleen you know there are places you can go, retreats, yes Father but I  haven't the time or the 

wherewithal to go to such a place,

there is a solution, there is some spare rooms at the old presbytery we could use, very Spartan, you 

would spend your day in prayer  rising early to kneel on the cold hard floor,  fasting, silent meditation,

you would be divested of all your trendy modern trappings, obvious l I could not be hands on, not 

present when you were stripped naked, immersed in a  cold bath, shall I arrange it yes please Father, 

the pretty dark haired teenager said feeling a sense of relief already, 

I know just the parishioner to be your mentor, you know her Miss Mulholland, oh not her I know its 

more of a penance if there is mutual animosity between you, yes Father I appreciate all you are doing 

for me,

Kathleen when you pass thru this door there's no going back, yes Father I'm ready,

the teenage cleaner was shocked at what she saw, miss Mulholland wore her blonde hair loose gone 

were the dull calf length granny dresses, she wore a white low cut satiny blouse, showing a daring 

amount of cleavage, she wore a black pencil skirt it was tight and clingy around her shapely bottom, 

in her right hand she held a heavyweight leather strap or tawse,

put your jewellery in here she indicated a brown paper bags, when the nervous teenager hesitated, 

Mulholland grabbed her wrist and holding her hand out lashed the heavy duty tawse down hard on 

Kathleen's palm,

don't make me use the tawse again so soon she hissed, Kathleen quickly adding her silver crucifix to her

 watch and bangle,

strip to your undies, she snapped, no please or thank yous here, the nervous school cleaner did as she

 was told,

she had wanted to undergo penance and now she was receiving it in spades,

at the hands of her snooty, oh look at me I'm so superior co-religionist, miss Mulholland,

sit there now Mulholland snapped, in her bra and panties Kathleen sat in the old dusty wooden upright 

chair, "oh what are you doing" the startled teen yelled as she realised Mulholland was hacking her long

dark brown hair off with a pair of shears, shut up your here to atone for your sins not flaunt yourself, in

your trendy mod gear, she snarled, its a pity you weren't plastered in makeup I would have taken great 

pleasure in scrubbing it off your impudent little face, Mulholland hissed waving an old fashioned heavy

 duty scrubbing brush in Kathleen's  face,

strip naked and get in there and wash yourself you useless slug, use the soap she stood under the tepid 

shower and washed as best she could with the large unwieldy bar like the harsh  soap her gran had used

to scrub the front step.

that'll do get dry she was thrown a scrap of towel stiff and none to clean,

here get dressed stop flaunting your nakedness you hussy, she grabbed the garment Mulholland threw at

her and quickly donned the navy blue shift made of harsh scratchy, itchy material, it was shapeless it 

reached Kathleen's knee, "yes much more suitable for a common working class guttersnipe than the

trendy mod gear you strut about in, follow me" her mentor hissed,

this is your cell, a small spartan room, a low pallet bed with a stained straw filled mattress, 

a small table with a candle stick holder a candle wax running down. a battered bible, a high window,

use the candle sparingly you wont get another, after a night kneeling and praying,

Mulholland tied Kathleen's hands with rough rope, fastening them to a metal ring set in the wall,

she pulled down the blue smock leaving the attractive teenager naked from the waist up,

she then brandished a small whip like a cat o nine tails, Kathleen had seen pictures of men in catholic 

countries flagellating them selves with such implements,(tho the flails used by those men had lead 

pellets at the tail end this one was merely knotted, it still inflicted a degree of pain,

turn face the wall the school cleaner did as she was told, owwch! she yelped as the tails of the whip 

lashed across her bare back, she continued to yell as the pain mounted sobbing she gasped for mercy,

yes pray to the Virgin you worthless sinner, Mulholland shouted, at last the whipping ended but the 

dark-haired penitent was left hanging by her wrist after ten minutes she was roughly spun round release

 at last she thought but no her torment was to continue, Mulholland began lashing the whip across 

Kathleen's pert breasts and her pale flat belly, the young girl could only hang there moaning the pain was

 terrible, tho still in pain Kathleen noted that the scars on her  breasts and belly were fading ,she assumed

 her back was likewise healing,

get in there, strip, Kathy would once have hesitated to follow such an instruction but a few days in the

house of penance had made her obedient to a fault,

she bent over the rough wooden table lay still as Mulholland looped the rope over each of the teenagers

wrists, then she tied the ends of the rope to the table legs, feet on the rough stone floor body stretched 

across the table her well rounded teenage bottom ideally displayed she winces as she heard the swish of 

the cane tho she had already guessed what her penance was to be,

get ready sinner, Mulholland hissed, Kathleen gritted her teeth as she heard the swish of the heavy duty

rattan, thwack! she yelped, the cane whipped across the centre of both cheeks, Mulholland certainly 

knew how to wield a rattan, and again the swish, the crack, the yelp of pain as the heavy duty cane 

landed on the teenagers bare bottom, stroke after viscous stroke were  lashed down on the young

woman's pert bottom, it was pure agony, she was sobbing uncontrollably,  at last it was over,

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Kathleen lay licking her wounds, she heard a strange noise was it an animal in distress? a dog or cat tho

she had seen none during her stay in the house of penance, she investigated, a light from a door slightly

ajar, the noise was coming from there, the teenage school cleaner was shocked,

tho a virgin she knew what the beast with two backs looked like, a woman with long blonde hair was

riding a man,

the blonde woman turned her head and shrieked, "Liam its the little bitch," the pretty dark haired 

teenager ran for it,

they followed the dark haired teenager in to the yard, pulling on clothing as they ran panic stricken,

you are a disgrace and you too Liam, I wont call you father you're not fit to wear the priestly vestments,

and as for you glamour puss, you're nowt but a brazen hussy, 

didn't you have a thought for the girls, the girls who attend mass how would they feel having to face 

their Protestant classmates, you are a disgrace, I wont tell of what I've seen, I've to much respect for the

Headmistress and the school,

"well said that woman" Kathleen spun round and saw the Headmistress and the Head of Year,

Father Liam and Miss Mulholland still partially dressed they blanched at the sight of the two senior 

teachers, shamefaced they dressed,

Kathleen removed the hated blue shift and flung it at Mulholland, here wear this you slut,

the pretty teenager pulled on her top and stepped into her cord mini, she was shaking the Head of Year 

embraced her holding her close, Miss Mulholland go to your room please and await my call. yes

Headmistress the white faced teacher mumbled, and turning on the white faced priest Kathleen

shouted you never take mass here again, arrange for a new

priest to come here next month, or I will report you to the bishop, shouted Kathleen,

come inside dear and have some tea, here drink that a large brandy was thrust into her hand she downed

it in one, felt the liquid fire flow thru her body, 

what on earth has been going on and what have you done to your lovely hair?  its my penance miss 

Kathleen replied, she explained the reason she underwent penance and the whippings and canings she

had received at the hands of her co- religionist, 

it was arranged that Mulholland would work the half term week cleaning under Kathleen's 

supervision, and would keep her job if she accepted a caning from the Headmistress,

here wear that Kathleen said throwing the course blue shift at Mulholland, we can start cleaning the

toilet block at eight tomorrow,

in the heads study, the two senior teachers, Kathleen and the sniffling teacher,

take that ridiculous skirt off and your blouse, she stood there hang dog, wearing her sexy undies,

excuse me miss is it ok if I go to the refectory and make a cup of tea I prefer not to watch, Kathleen 

spoke softly, yes of course, if that's what you want,

right you bend over the desk, the head snapped a look of contempt on her face, Mulholland quivered and

sniffled, she had never received corporal punishment at school or at her middle class home,

she obeyed. Kathleen heard the crack of the cane as she walked down the corridor, followed my an

ungodly shriek, 

the chastisement seemed to have had as salutary  effect on the young teacher she worked willingly and 

hard along side Kathleen, on the Monday morning, 

HEATWAVE.

HEATWAVE.

So glad to see some clouds in the sky this am. tho its still clammy as anything, in my teens and

twenties I loved the sun would rush home to get the blanket out and lie on the lawn,

now I just can't stand it, help I'm melting,

When I'm working in "the charity shop" normally I wear a white blouse and black trousers,

tight around my backside (my best feature) a bit VPL.

off duty I favour a black mini-skirt with thick black tights or leggings,

not really the best outfit for this inferno of a summer.

I'm wearing a long floaty summer dress at the moment a bit flowery but keeping me cool as I sit in

the shade,

I shun the sun. is my motto.

tho not always so, as teenager I liked to sunbathe in the back garden, in those days not many

working class families went abroad,

taking advantage of the sun my pal Muriel and I took advantage of a half day from the supermarket

where we both worked,

blankets on the lawn we lay listening to our little transistor radio,

wearing t shirts and baggy shorts,(nothing like the skimpy things young girls wear now")

 we decided to toast our backs and the back of our legs,

we pulled our t-shirts over our heads giggling lying face down we undid our bra straps,

we lay soaking in the suns rays then our idyll was broken, my mums piercing harsh voice what are

you doing you little trollops,

get your tops back on at once, we quickly fastened our bras and put on our shirts,

weve done nowt wrong, Muriel said angrily, get home you little hussy, I will be speaking to your

mother, mum shouted at the slim blonde teenager,

don't you call me a hussy Muriel replied, behind my mums back  I was shaking my head please shut

up Muriel I mouthed at her,

I knew I would get the backwash, Muriel stormed off , "in side now I'll teach you to flaunt yourself 

in public"

we were only sunning our backs mum, I said in a tiny pleading voice,

I knew better than to argue with mum when she had her temper up, I ran inside and to my room

closing the door, hoping the bitch would calm down before she found me,

no such luck I heard her feet on the stairs like a herd of elephants she burst into the bedroom,

how dare you argue with me in public she yelled, I stuttered with fear   I never said nowt, I managed to

stammer,

that blonde trollop had enough to say for both of youse she snarled  I decided silence was the best

policy.

she sat on the chair here now she indicated her lap, oh!  I felt the tears welling up over her knee like a

ten year old and me working and bringing in money into the house,

mum began spanking my bottom, centre of my left cheek then the right,

after half a dozen smacks it was really starting to hurt I had assumed it would be less painful than the

slipperings we received at school, tho it was rare for anyone to get more than two whacks,

then I felt my mum pulling my shorts clear of my bottom, then she re-commenced spanking me on

the seat of my thin cotton panties,  mum was giving me a real tanning I yelped each time her hand

struck my pantie clad bottom,    ..................at last it was over  I was left to lick my wounds,


it was Muriel and her mum Muriel looked ashen, eyes down cast, I've burnt my hand she held up her

right hand it was heavily bandaged, can you do the honours I've brought the hairbrush,

she waved a lethal looking implement in her other hand,

yes my dear that will be no problem, mum replied in her smarmy voice, she must have felt all her

birthdays and Christmases had come at once,

invited to spank the bottom of the hated blonde hussy, and with the heavy wooden backed hairbrush

no less,

no wonder Muriel was white as a sheet a spanking from her own mum was bad enough,

but to be at the mercy of her nemesis was awful for the poor girl,

Yvonne take your friend to your bedroom yes mum I whispered,

both mothers entered the room, my mum sat in the wooden upright chair, she hefted the hairbrush

feeling its weight and balance, she tapped it several times on her palm,

then rolled up the sleeve of her hideous puce cardigan, she had an evil glint in her eye,

Muriel's mum seemed unaware of this, Muriel looked not far off fainting, as far as I was aware

Muriel was not despite her mother producing the hairbrush  normally subject to corporal punishment

we had both been slippered at school but that was years ago,

by now the poor girl was being guided across my mums knee and jiggled into position,

her micro-mini left her well rounded bottom exposed she wore fashionable panties, quite skimpy,

she was in for a torrid time,

satisfied mum placed her left hand in the small of the teenagers back, and raised her right arm high,

Muriel yelped like a puppy with its tail trapped, in the coalhouse door,

the thwack of the heavy wooden backed hairbrush hitting her practically bare bottom, echoed around

the room, and again, mum was raising the hairbrush high and then smacking it down on to Muriel's

barely covered bottom, the teenage shop girl was on the wrong end of the spanking from hell,

Muriel was shrieking, yelling, mum continued spanking the weeping girls bottom, showing no mercy

she was taking advantage of our neighbours injury to take her spite out on a young girl she didn't like,

mum had an evil grin on her ugly face, Muriel's mum was smiling nodding her head in satisfaction,

pleased with the spanking her daughter was receiving,

( a little aside isn't it good that those days when a mum would gain satisfaction in seeing her teenage

 daughter, the girl she had given birth to being beaten black n blue and totally humiliated are long over)

at last it was over, a last couple of hard spanks to the bare segments of Muriel's bottom,

my pal was distraught, and be very careful or you will be getting the same, mum hissed at me,

as the sobbing Muriel was led out of the room by her mum,

a humiliating walk past the younger children playing in the street, a seventeen year old girl, ashen 

faced, red eyes, tears still flowing,  left school, working, bringing money in to the house, being shoved 

along the road by her mum holding the hairbrush, all the neighbors and youngsters playing could 

witness her plight,

As I remarked it would be inconceivable for the sophisticated teenagers of today to be chastised in such

a way,  

MINI STORY.

 MINI STORY.

A mini in more ways than one. based on an image from endart.com.

THE LATECOMER.

Leave off will you mum I'm eighteen not eight.

under my roof my rules, and I told you not to wear that indecently short skirt,

and look at the time, you're going over my knee for a real old fashioned Irish Catholic spanking.

I'm sick of talking to you lets see if the hairbrush can make an impression on you,

oh! mum.

A COLD BATH.

A COLD BATH. 

 GET IN THE BATH. A trendy nineteen year old teenage factory girl has an unpleasant experience in

 the wash house.

Strip and get in that bath now, Stella's mum shouted glaring in her teenage daughters face,

scared to disobey, she quickly took of her lightweight summer dress, removed her half slip, undid her 

nylons and took off her navy blue suspender belt, with a grimace she removed her conical bra, and

 stepped out of her panties,

its freezing, the pretty teenager said, get in now or else, she obeyed climbing in to the galvanised bath.

even at almost twenty and bringing a wage into the houseshe knew better than to disobey, under your

mothers roof her rules and young woman in their late teens and early twenties were subject to regular

spankings,  oh its freezing please let me out mum she pleaded, shut up you little trollop.

scrub that muck off her face will you mum said to neighbour Betty, with pleasure, she beamed as she

 dipped

 the rag into the water and began scrubbing the teenagers face, 

mean while amateur hairdresser Rita checked her shears with a glint in her eye she would soon have that

 stupid beehive off give her a real schoolgirl crop,

face scrubbed clean by the rough floor cloth, Stella sat shivering and sobbing,

"dunk her" Rita said in an venomous tone mum and Betty, forced the unfortunate teenagers head under

 water,

gulping,,, the back street  hairdresser began chopping of the tearful girls hair with her crude implement,

she soon had Stella's crowning glory down to the wood a neat pixie cut if you were generous,

right time to warm the little bitch up, Betty and Rita manhandled the sobbing factory girl out of the tin

 bath, the bent her over the free standing mangle, right I'm going to warm your impudent little backside 

for you, she tapped the wooden paddle on her palm then commenced to spank her daughters pert little

 bottom  with the wooden implement,  with an evil glint in her eye mum smacked the flat wooden 

stick against her daughters bare bottom, the teenager yelped and again the wooden implement smacked

 her bare bottom, it was raising red stripes on Stella's china white bottom,  slap the back of her legs will

 you, wielding a sling back shoe Betty smacked it down hard on the teenagers thighs, the shiny leather 

sole made a satisfying sound as it smacked the bare legs from just below her bottom to her knees,

the young factory worker was sobbing bitterly, she yelped as the hard leather sole of the shoe was once

 more applied to her bare bottom, then mum commenced spanking her teenage daughters bare bottom

with the wooden paddle she would be black and blue by nightfall,

at last her ordeal was over.

the bundle of clothes were thrust into the tearful girls hands, still completely naked and dripping wet

she clutched her bundle of clothing and ran across the back yard, luckily no one was about to  witness 

her humiliating dash to the sanctuary of her bedroom,

the end.

PENANCE 5. CARINA.

  

PENANCE FOR CARINA AND CHLOE.

THE CHURCH.

I had finally plucked up the courage,to return to church, oh hello are you ok? yes just been under the

weather have you seen your friend she's been missing a few weeks now ? oh no I think she gone

down south some family problem,

after the short service I Remained in a pew near the back, eschewing the use of a hassock I knelt on

the hard wooden floor and prayed,

excuse me would you like me to pass you a hassock that floor is hard, oh no I'm doing penance, I

replied quickly, oh no why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut, oh can I join you, she seemed quite

young she knelt on the wooden floor she wore a black mini-skirt and white blouse, the abbreviated

skirt rode up to her mid thigh she was bare legged, dressing and acting like a silly teenager at her age

she had to me mid to late thirties, pretty enough tho.

would you like to go for a coffee I asked.

THE CAFE.

We sat in  quiet alcove. thanks for joining me in my penance, oh that's ok I need to atone for my

sins. you must have thought me strange approaching you out of the blue honestly what did you think

of me? I considered you very polite and pretty tho I confess I didn't approve of a woman in her

thirties dressing like a teenager, whaaat! I'm forty-two, well that's even worse you want spanking for

that skirt, and your just the woman to do it are you Carina said, I well could be if I get you under my

roof, well you'll have to invite me,  we arranged for the coming Friday,

MY HOUSE.

Friday evening, Carina arrived for her penance session dressed in a baggy t shirt and black leggings,

practically see through more like tights they were a snug fit on her shapely little bottom tho I had to

concede,

the young looking fourty something  popped up stairs to change,

CARINA HAD CHANGED INTO A FIGURE HUGGING CRIMSION MINI-DRESS.

Get that excuse for a dress off,  Carina had changed into a low cut thigh high mini-dress and opaque

tights, I said get that dress off now don't make me repeat myself I said in a harsh voice,

I hissed at the poor frightened girl, she quickly slipped out of her extremely short mini-dress, and get

those tights off,

the young single mum obeyed instantly, she almost tripped as she stepped out of her dress, hopping

on one leg to remove her tights,

Carina stood nervously in her white lacy bra and matching panties,

I sat in the chair "here" I barked indicating my lap, the young housewife and mother was soon across

my knee,

right you sinner you will pay a penance before this night is over. I quickly began spanking her pert

little bottom,

I was spanking poor Carinas bottom as hard as I could her tiny panties were no protection for her

pert bottom,  I was letting out all my pent up frustration and anger and embarrassment I had

 suffered at the hands of my false friend,

taking out my anger shouting at the poor girl, sinner, trollop, dirty little whore,

mean while spanking her as hard as I could, left cheek right cheek,left right my hand smacked down

on her bottom time after time, she was sobbing, at last I paused, I could hear her gasping sobs,

not over and done with by a long chalk, I recommenced spanking her barely covered bottom,

at last her penance was over.

I helped the well spanked young woman to her feet she fell into my arms I embraced her, cuddling

Carina as I soothed her, at last she gasped oh thank you Yvonne I needed that oh so much, I cant

thank you enough, I was shocked half wondering if she would fly off in a rage at how hard I had

spanked her almost bare bottom,

hot chocolate or wine? oh Ill have wine if that's ok, yes of course we will have a glass or two each,

well I've made up the bed in Chloe's room,

oh thank you I'll  leave early to pick up my daughter,

Yvonne can I ask you something she looked down her face almost as red as her bottom,

can we do it again, she said in a rush, oh so you want to punish me, em, um. no I want you to spank

me again, really hard make me learn my lesson,

yes of course I'll spank you as often as you need it, did you spank your Chloe? I mean when she was

a teenager no but I should have done she was a right pest, no badness in her just easily led by the

wrong people,

well I could be your daughter stopping out late smoking covered in love bites, well anything like that

and you are going over my knee,

DISCIPLINE. An errant daughter learns a bitter lesson,

Carina arrives home late despite countless warnings,

CARINA DRESSES AS YVONNES DAUGHTER CHLOE.

"I'll bend over and be slippered by mummy shall I".

CARINA/CHLOE SAYS MOCKINGLY.

On many an occasion I threatened my teenage daughter Chloe with a sound spanking, often my calm

husband Phillip would intervene on the little madams behalf,

now at last I was about to administer a real old fashioned spanking to my teenager in the form of a

penance for my friend Carina,

the fourtysomething single mum entered the room, dressed as a teenage girl.

What on Earth are you wearing?  that skirt is a disgrace far to short and tight for a young teenager

like you,

Oh I'll bend for the slipper should I. Carina said in a sarcastic manner redolent of my daughter,

you'll go over my knee for a spanking if your not careful. oh! really I'm seventeen not seven, you daft

old bitch. right you little madam you're getting your bottom spanked right here and now,

Christ get lost you stupid old bitch she shouted, in an instant I had crossed the room, grabbed her by

the scruff of her neck,dragged her to the upright dining chair plonked my self down and pulled the

startled teenager across my lap, stop it let me go she yelled I had no trouble juggling her in to

position, she was small for her age, petite, no match for me in a tussle, I pulled her abbreviated

excuse for a skirt clear of her pert little bottom, "no mum please I'm sorry I'll behave in future" she

pleaded no longer the cocksure teenager, to late for that and you certainly will behave in future I will

make sure of that, I hissed,she wore tiny lilac panties a mere wisp of material,

so that's where the money I gave her for clothing went on indecent skirts and underwear barely worth

wearing, well I would put a stop to all of that,

I was feeling hot a little breathless, oh no don't let me go like this my vision was blurry, the room

seemed to have changed,the décor more like something from the seventies, I recognised my old

house,

I was still spanking Carinas bottom as hard as I could, high pitched yelps and pleas for mercy not at

all like the stoical Carina, it was the whining tones of my spoilt little brat of a daughter,

some how I was actually spanking my daughters barely covered bottom I lashed down my palm on a

bare segment of skin, and received a satisfying yelp of pain from the mouthy little piece,

now I was energised spanking furiously I rained a torrent of terrifically hard spanks onto my

daughters almost bare bottom,

the day I had longed for in those far off days, Chloe was sobbing, gasping, incoherent pleas for mercy

"please stop mum I'm sorry" yes I bet you are, considered yourself so clever and sophisticated in your

micro minis and skimpy panties, look at you now over mums knee having your practically bare

bottom spanked, mascara running from tearful eyes I'll scrub the rest of that muck of your face in the

morning don't you fret,

and now back to work the serious job of spanking Chloe's bottom black and blue,

at last it was over,

oh pray with me please Yvonne, Carina gasped thru her sobs, we both fell to our knees,
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dressed in her nightie and dressing gown,

I saw Carina off to bed in the spare room,

I fell into a restless sleep, Dreaming, It was the morning after Chloe's spanking,     Chloe was red

eyed, head bowed eyes downcast she was cowed like a whipped pup, which she was in a way, sit here

I dampened a flannel and began wiping the traces of mascara and lipstick from my daughters face, in

my opinion she looked a lot better without it,

she brushed a strand of her unkemped hair from her face, tie that lot back will you, I'm going to have

it all cut short, as soon as Auntie Moira can come round with her scissors.

still not far from tears she fumbled nervously to tie her hair in an untidy pony tail, here get that

muck off your nails I threw a bottle of nail varnish remover on the table in front of the cowed

teenager, 

er oh what oh Id been dreaming, I shook myself awake Id given my friend Carina a terrific spanking,

she was playing the role of my teenage daughter who I'd I longed to administer a sound spanking

to back in the day,

some how I had seemed to be back in the past actually spanking my Chloe, then continued 

disciplining my troublesome daughter  in my dream,

I was aroused by the ringing phone, oh! coincidence my Chloe one of her calls when she assumed the

roll of dutiful daughter, checking on her old mum, of course after a perfunctory question about my

health, she would then launch into a long literary of her hardships,

and she continued her tedious monologue my backside is black and blue, whaaat! I exclaimed I fell

on the ice rink, I feel like I've been kicked by a mule or spanked by my cruel mummy,

you were never spanked by me I protested, " well I should have been I was a stroppy little madam"

theres still time I bluted out, there was a silence on the phone, then Chloe broke the silence in a

croaky voice mum do you mean that, you'll give me a spanking, yes of course I will darling just come

round when its convenient,

the call ended, oh morning Carina, the young mum grinned I feel like a weight lifted from my

shoulders,

my sins washed away, thanks to you. Yvonne, anytime you sinner I'll teach you a lesson and now for

breakfast, I said grinning,

Ye Olde Villge Tea Room.

Chloes idea of church wear.

A skimpy top and a stonewashed denim mini-skirt.

Carina and I met Chloe in the tea room, My daughter turned up late and flustered as usual,

she wore a skimpy top and a tight mini-skirt, careful they don't fall out I said gesturing to her jiggling

breasts seemingly about to escape from her top she was braless of course,

crop top displaying her belly button and muffin tops, why oh why do woman of her age and figure

dress like floozies from a pop music video, "sit down  Chloe" I snapped your drawing attention to

yourself,

oh ok, yes mum, she stuttered nervously was she really that frightened of her old mum?

poor Carina was doing her best to make Chloe feel at home,

I suddenly realised my daughter was no longer the stroppy teenager, the sarky little madam strutting

round the house in her micro-skirts, but a desperate woman trying to juggle a fulltime job run a home

look after her young daughter, without any help from her useless excuse of a husband,

sensitive Carina made an excuse and left us alone at the table,

Chloe I know its hard for you I'm going to do more to help you in future, I'm sorry mum I'm not

much of a daughter to you, I'm less of a mum I'll try and do much better in future,

Yvonnes house...

Chloe witnesses her mum being spanked by Carina.

I steeled my self for my impending penance spanking, stripped to my bra and panties, even tho I wore

white Damart midis, I  felt embarrassed, vulnerable  in front of the two younger women,

Carina sat in the chair, here she barked indicating a spot next to the chair, I a mother and grandmother

allowed myself to be lowered across Carinas knee,

well speak Carina hissed, I've been a terrible mum to my daughter and I accept penance I said in a

croaky voice, without further ado, The young mum began spanking my pantie clad bottom,

white cotton. Midis gave some bottom coverage,

My white cotton Damart midis.

Carina was spanking me hard her palm slapped down time after time, she gave me a torrent of abuse

such a bad mother I didn't deserve a lovely daughter and granddaughter,and much more,

she was relentless I was in agony or so I thought, but worse was to come, brush she rasped in a voice

I wouldn't recognise as the gentle Carina, the young mum had bought a hairbrush to replace the one I

had had stolen, it was a flat square shaped hard black plastic, and I mean hard,

I gasped when she began to pull my panties clear of my bottom, right I'm going to teach you a lesson

you wont forget in a long while, and she had never spoken a truer word, smack! ouch! the hair brush

smacked down on my bare bottom, it was worse far worse than the flat of her hand on my panties,

smack! smack! smack! she was spanking my already red and sore bottom with a degree of ferocity,

ouch! it was agony, I've never felt pain like it,

thwack! the hard hairbrush smacked down on my bare bottom,left cheek right cheek Carina was

administering the hairbrush spanking from hell,

My friend Carina made sure that no portion of my plump well rounded bottom escaped the punishing

effect of the brush.

at last it was over. we fell to our knees, I in the middle nose running, salty tears running down my

cheeks, flanked by Carina and Chloe.

I was about to entet the lounge when Carina stopped me, shush she put her finger to her lip. and

indicated for me to peer round the door, "where the f,  is it? Chloe muttered to herself, she was

searching for something or other.

we stepped into the room, Chloe was visibly shocked,

"looking for something are we" Carina barked in harsh tones, Chloe wilted under Carinas venomous

tongue lashing, your ex put this idea in your head and you were quite happy to betray your poor old

mum,

I'll just leave then Clhoe mumbled red faced and stuttery, oh not so fast, your going to have your

naughty bottom spanked before you leave this house, you can't do that I'm going, the old bitch was

being spanked any roads so why shouldn't I make some cash , no way Carina barked gripping my

daughters arm like a vice, your hurting me Chloe whimpered pathetically, take your top off Carina

hissed, you're going over your mums knee for the mother and father of a real old fashioned  good

hiding, Cloe removed her skimpy top, and get that excuse for a skirt off, a pathetic hang dog look on her

face she obeyed unfastening her tiny denim micro skirt,the zuip seemed to jam half way down  then

 with a tug the tawdry garment was around her ankles,

so she was over my knee stripped to bra and skimpy panties, I began spanking her plump well

rounded bottom, she lay supine resigned to her fate, she sobbed quietly, not screaming and yelling as

I supposed she would, she must have inherited some of her dads stoicism,

"here I'll take over" it was Carina she dragged my daughter off my knee by her hair,

swapping places

with me she raised the black hairbrush and smashed it down on Chloes bare bottom,
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The Church.

The following morning,

We all three attended a church drop in prayer session after Chloe's first penance,

My daughter turned up in a denim mini-skirt, tho at least her boobs weren't hanging out for

once,

I shook my head, oh don't discourage her Yvonne she's made an effort, Carina said touching my arm,

Chloe behaved impeccably in church, I'll give her that, tho a few of the ladies attending the drop in

session raised and eyebrow at her mode of dress,

so I had received several penance sessions, and Carina had also undergone penance ,and now my errant

daughter had joined our mutual penance society,

the end.










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