Never Too Old Part 5

Sara was lying on Lindsey’s bed reading a book when a half hour later she heard the front door open and close and Lindsey shout out ‘Hi’. She put her book down and made her way downstairs.

‘Hey, where have you been?’ Sara asked, then noticing Lindsey’s freshly cut hair ‘Oh, right, doing what your mum told you to do I see?’ she added with just a little sarcasm.

‘Very funny. I just thought I’d get it cut whilst I had the time. Weekends at home always seem so busy’

‘Uh huh’ Sara was unconvinced. ‘Nothing to do with the fact that I had suggested it and you were just being bloody minded then?’ Unable to stop herself Sara allowed her frustrations of the previous weeks and months to surface.

‘Sara? What’s wrong. I just got a haircut how is that an issue?’ Lindsey threw her light jacket over the sofa. ‘I need to go and change this tee-shirt, it’s all itchy with bits of hair, and I hate that. You want to come upstairs with me?’

Sara nodded and they both made their way to Lindsey’s room. Whilst Lindsey changed her clothes, Sara made herself comfortable on the bed. She watched her lover standing in her bra, rummaging through a wardrobe full of shirts that she hadn’t taken with her when she moved out. Lindsey was a little more rounded than when they first met. Her full breasts straining against the silk of her underwear. Sara felt her nipples harden just at the sight of her but this wasn’t the time to be distracted, they needed to talk. Lindsey pulled on an old concert shirt, black with Annie Lennox’s face printed on the rear. She turned and looked at Sara, joining her on the bed.

‘Honey. I’m sorry I know I’ve been difficult to live with recently. I don’t know why I seem to get so mad about little things and I know I take it out on you. I promise you I am going to do better from now. I won’t bitch at you anymore, no more bossiness!’ Lindsey sounded sincere and looked intently at Sara ‘Please give me another chance. Don’t leave me, please. I love you.’

‘Linds, I want to believe you. You have been horrible to me, I was sure that you wanted us to break up’ Sara began

‘Sara no..’ Lindsey interrupted

‘Linds let me finish please. I know now that isn’t what you want and it isn’t what I want either. I have to tell you though that I have had it with you treating me badly’

Sara raised her hand to stop Lindsey’s promises and pleas ‘I know you mean what you say right now. I know you intend to behave better but I think we both know that you won’t be able to keep it up and that your bad behaviour will resurface. So I’ve made a decision. I’ve been talking to your mum,’ Lindsey’s face fell but Sara continued ‘I know that you need some help with your behaviour and that your mum has been doing that for you until now.’ Pausing to let Lindsey absorb what she was saying, ‘Lindsey, I really think it is about time that I took over that role. You belong to me. I love you and if you need something I want to be the one who provides it.’

Uncertain of exactly where this was leading, Lindsey asked ‘What do you mean? Take over what role?’

‘Discipline. If you need it then I am going to provide it for you. If you need a spanking then you will go over my knee. If you need your mouth soaping then it will be me that sends you to the bathroom and makes sure it is done. Whatever it is you need, you will receive it at my hand because,’ taking Lindsey’s face in her hands she looked into her eyes and said softly but very firmly, ‘you are mine.’

Leaning into her she kissed her lips. Deepening the kiss until their tongues found each other and they explored each others mouths. Lindsey groaned and Sara felt herself grow wet. Remembering that they were in the middle of an important conversation, Sara forced herself to pull away. Moving her hands to Lindsey’s shoulders, their heads stayed close together. ‘OK Linds’?

Lindsey was speechless, only partly from the kiss! Her mind raced. Sara will spank me?! As much as a part of her wanted to shout ‘No!’ the rest of her felt relief, fear, excitement, embarrassment in a jumble of competing emotions. Looking into her lovers eyes she saw that Sara was serious. She was offering to take care of her in one of the most intimate ways Lindsey could imagine. Sara knew that this was something she needed and she wasn’t backing away from it. She was embracing it, she was making the decision to be her disciplinarian without any prompting from her. Wondering what her mum had told her she asked, ‘Did my mum put you up to this?’

Sara smiled ‘Let’s just say that your mum explained a lot to me and gave me a little education about the value of a hard spanking’ she rubbed her behind for emphasis.

Lindsey looked shocked ‘Oh my God she didn’t!!’

Sara laughed and nodded. ‘I love your mum but I won’t be pissing her off anytime soon. I am not sure I am going to have her steel hand when it comes to spanking you, but don’t worry I will do my best’ she added evilly.

Infected by Sara’s laughter and the weird turns this weekend was taking Lindsey began to laugh too. They fell backwards on the bed together laughing until the tears fell. ‘I love you Sara’ Lindsey gasped for air. ‘I’m going to do my best so you never have to spank me’ she added looking serious.

‘Oh sweetie that’s so, well so full of shit! I give you a week before I have to throw you over my knee. You know I’m kind of looking forward to it. You better watch yourself, I think I’m going to be pretty good at this.’ With that she rolled Lindsey onto her back, pinning her arms above her head and began to kiss her deeply. Sara’s last thought before she got lost in Lindsey’s body was, yes , I am going to enjoy being on top and looking after my darling girl.

On Monday evening, after taking the girls to the station and saying a tearful goodbye, Sharon was finishing tidying her house in preparation for her visitor. She remembered, with a smile, Lindsey’s face as Sharon had handed Sara ‘the paddle’ on the station platform. ‘Here honey, I think you may be needing this now. Make sure you use it well. Remember if a spanking is warranted’ they had all finished together ‘make it count!’

Now Sharon’s thoughts turned to her monthly standing appointment. At 8pm exactly the doorbell rang. Sharon nervously ran her hands over her black slacks and red sweater and went to open the door. Standing in the evening light was a tall, elegant looking woman wearing a grey skirt suit and a light blue silk blouse. From a distance she could probably pass for her late 30s but closer you could see the fine lines around her eyes and mouth and the light grey streaks highlighting her hair, stating that she was probably nearer 50.

A single word ‘Sharon’ was all she said in greeting. Sharon stepped away from the door and allowed her visitor entrance.

The woman walked into the lounge to find a straight backed chair already placed in the middle of the room. Nodding her approval, she placed the bag she was carrying onto the sofa. Without any words she took off her jacket and opened the bag. Putting her hand into the bag she withdrew a long wooden paddle. She turned to find Sharon standing obediently at the side of the chair. She walked over to her and said sternly ‘I think we have some business to take care of don’t we Miss?’

Sharon visibly swallowed. No matter how often she saw her mistress she always felt nervous before the punishment began. She knew that the next hours would bring pain and redemption and she craved it. Just before her mistress delivered the first swat a thought flew briefly through Sharon’s mind ‘Like mother, like daughter.'

Never Too Old, Part 4

On entering the cottage Sara called out to Lindsey only to be met by silence. On the kitchen table, written at the end of Sharon’s original note, Lindsey had scribbled a message to say she had walked into the village. Sara felt a wave of disappointment.

She flopped down on the sofa and began leafing through a gardening magazine. Sharon sat in the armchair opposite. After a few minutes Sharon asked ‘Are you actually reading that?’

‘Hmm?’ Sara answered her, seemingly engrossed in the intricacies of the correct methods to take cuttings from woody plants.

‘I was just wondering, when you are going to get chance to garden being that you live on the 8th floor of an apartment building in London. Do you even have a window box?’

Sara looked up, ‘I have no idea how to give a spanking! I mean I’ve never seen one or received one. How do I know how hard or long? I might make an idiot of myself. God, I mean do I take her pants down? Does she? What the hell am I thinking and why am I discussing this with you? Christ, this whole thing is bloody mad.’ Sara threw down the magazine and strode through the living room and into the kitchen.

Sharon followed her and found her staring out of the window. Arms folded and shoulders hunched.

‘Sara turn around and look at me please.’ Sharon demanded her voice firm.

Sara sulkily turned to face Sharon. The tension and frustration she was feeling showing in the frown on her face.

‘Sara I want you to know that I am growing very fond of you and if you will allow it I would like it if you let me take care of you in ways that your mother should? If you and Lindsey stay together, which I really hope you do, then as I said on the fell this morning, as far as I am concerned you will be like a second daughter to me.’ Sharon spoke gently with warmth and sincerity.

Sara felt her face redden and tears come to her eyes, with difficulty she said ‘I would like that. I can’t explain it but I feel at home here. I feel like I already know you and I trust you. Lindsey is lucky to have you and I would be very proud to be a part of your family.’

Sharon covered the 3 steps separating them and took Sara in her arms. She stroked her hair. ‘That’s good honey. I think you need someone you can lean on once in awhile huh?’

Sharon stepped back her face very serious. ‘Now miss, I will not have you cursing in front of me, understand?’

Nervously Sara replied ‘Yes ma’am. Sorry I just felt so frustrated that Lindsey wasn’t here and I don’t know how to handle things anyway.’

‘I get that, but no excuses. I also have not been too impressed with the tone you have used with me on a couple of occasions this morning. Worst of all though, is that you have allowed yourself to be treated so badly by Lindsey for so long. You are worth more than that and you need to take responsibility for taking care of yourself. In my opinion I really think you have earned yourself a trip over my knee.’ Sharon’s tone left no room for doubt that she was serious.

Sara gasped. She had not expected this! Her stomach flipped. A spanking? Really? ‘I..I don’t know. I mean I’d be so embarrassed. I don’t want a spanking!’

‘Sara I’m not asking if you want a spanking. I’m telling you that I think you need and deserve one. Are you going to argue with me?’ Sharon folded her arms and Sara felt she suddenly seemed to fill the room with her authority.

Sara felt her thirty one years fall away; she was a child again only this time she felt safe and cared for. Although she didn’t want the pain that would surely come from a spanking she did want to feel Sharon taking care of her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been able to let go and allow someone else to protect her, tell her what to do or scold her for misbehaviour. She very much wanted a mother and she very much wanted it to be Sharon. ‘No ma’am I am not arguing with you.’ She said quietly.

‘Good girl. I think we should go upstairs and deal with this now.’

Mutely Sara followed Sharon upstairs. Her legs carrying her but she felt a little numb. They entered Sharon’s room and she watched Sharon pull out a chair and sit down. She motioned to Sara to come and stand by her side. Sharon looked up into Sara’s eyes from her seated position. ‘Honey, I think that this is the right thing and it will help you in many ways. If you choose to turn around and walk out now it will not change how much I care for you or what I think of you. This has to be your choice. Do you want me to continue? Do you need time to go and think about it?’

Sara responded ‘No ma’am, I mean yes ma’am. I mean I kind of don’t want it but I do if that makes sense?’

Sharon gave a small laugh. ‘Believe it or not Sara I understand you completely.’ Turning serious once again she went on ‘Right young lady. In this house spankings are given on the bare. You need to unzip those jeans and pull them and your panties to your knees.’

Sara felt her face grow hot ‘Ok. I feel really silly though.’ She said as she fumbled with her fastening. As she pulled her panties down, Sharon reached out and pulled her forward and over her knee.

‘Well maybe you will remember feeling silly and try not to find yourself in this position again! Now I am going to spank you and all you have to do is lay there. I do all the work here you just do not move and do not try and put your hands back here. Understand me?’ Sharon used all the authority she could muster in her voice, she wanted Sara to know that she was taking her job seriously.

‘Yes ma’am I understand. How many? I mean how long will it go on for?’ Sara almost pleaded to know.

‘Until I think you’ve learned a lesson.’ Sharon said as she brought down her hand smartly across Sara’s upturned bottom.

Sara gasped and jerked. Surely that couldn’t just be her hand? It felt like steel. Before she finished that thought several more swats had landed across her rear. Sara struggled to stay still. Her hands grasped the legs of the chair and she focused on the pattern of the carpet which lay not far beneath her.

The spanks continued to build a fire that made Sara begin to squirm.

‘Stop wriggling miss’ Sharon warned aiming several slaps to the top of Sara’s thighs.

‘Ow. It hurts. Please stop now. I promise I won’t ever swear in front of you again or anywhere again!! I’ll watch my tone and I won’t let Lindsey treat me badly. I promise. Ow, ow’

Sharon smiled down at her new charge and shook her head, a gesture that Sara couldn’t witness. She remembered how many promises Lindsey had made in the past when she had been in this position! She continued to redden Sara’s behind.

After several more minutes of spanking and reprimanding Sara to stay still, Sharon stopped. Sara was not crying but she was breathing heavily from her ordeal. She moaned frequently and wiggled her bottom trying to obtain some relief.

‘Now at this point I usually give Lindsey a good dozen or more swats with the paddle.’ Sharon explained

Immediately Sara exclaimed ‘Oh no please no more. I am really sorry. It really hurts. Can we please just stop now? Please?’

‘Shh. I’m speaking.’ Sharon scolded ‘As this is your first spanking I am just going to give you five swats with the paddle so you know what it feels like and know what you want to avoid in the future. If you make any fuss or move I will add extra.’

Sharon leaned over, opened the dresser drawer and took out the paddle. She heard Sara take a deep breath and clench her butt cheeks.

‘You need to try and relax honey please. I won’t continue with you all clenched up like that. Come on loosen up before I add extra punishment strokes.’

Using all her will power Sara relaxed her bottom and immediately felt the paddle land with a loud smack. She realised that a long spanking with this paddle was to be avoided at all costs, Sharon’s hand was painful enough but this thing..... Sharon quickly and efficiently delivered the final two swats to the back of Sara’s thighs making the younger woman yell out.

‘Ok Sara. It’s over. You did really well. You lay there for a minute and get your breath. Sharon replaced the paddle in the drawer and stroked Sara’s back. ‘You OK to get up now?’

‘Yes ma’am. Sara carefully stood up with her hands immediately going to her bottom to gently try and rub some of the heat away.

‘Get yourself dressed. You can go and rub it better in your own room.’ Sharon said somewhat less sternly than earlier but Sara had no intention of testing her. ‘Yes ma’am’ she said as she pulled up her jeans, wincing as the material trapped the heat and chaffed her sore skin.

Sharon stood and put her arms around Sara. Sara responded holding onto her. Feeling the warmth and caring. Remembering all the times she had lain in bed as she was growing up, wishing her mum would come and talk to her, hug her, tell her that things would be OK. Remembering when she had smoked cigarettes in the street, drank beer under age, came home late and her mother had simply ignored her or told her that she would be happy if she just got out of the house. So she had learned that no-one cared, she had learned that she couldn’t rely on anyone else to keep her safe and give her boundaries. Now here she was getting her first spanking. Being told that she was not allowed to let someone treat her badly. That she was worth caring about. She felt something inside her shift and the tears came in great wracking sobs. She held on to Sharon as if her life depended on that hug. Sharon responded by holding her tighter. She made soothing noises but allowed her to cry and cry. She stroked her back and led her to the bed where Sara curled into a ball and laid in Sharon’s lap her arms still tightly around her.

An hour later Sara opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep exhausted still in Sharon’s arms. Immediately Sara sat upright, embarrassed and stuttering ‘I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m not normally like that. I don’t cry like that.’ Sara swung her legs onto the floor and went to get up.

Sharon gently placed her hand on Sara’s shoulder preventing her from going. ‘Don’t you dare apologise Miss Sara. You did exactly what you needed to do and I’m glad I was here for you. It is OK. You are OK. Don’t make me spank you again for beating yourself up!’ she smiled

Sara managed a small laugh. ‘No ma’am I don’t want another spanking! Thank you Sharon…for everything’

Sharon nodded and smiling at each other Sara walked, a little painfully from the room.

Never Too Old Part 3

When Lindsey awoke the next morning Sara was no longer lying next to her. She sat up and called her name but there was no answer. She looked at her watch, 10.30am; she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept in so late. She hopped out of bed, noticing that her behind was still stinging. That was usual; her mum believed if a spanking was warranted it should be thorough.

She made her way downstairs but found that the house was empty. A note lay on the kitchen table telling her that her mum and Sara had left an hour earlier for a walk in the hills. Oh no, she began to imagine what the topic of conversation might be. She groaned and threw herself face down on the sofa, covering her head with one of the cushions. She shouted into the sofa ‘Oh Fuccckkkk!’ but only because she was confident her mum couldn’t hear her!

Sara found the scenery breathtaking, nearly as breathtaking as trying to keep up with Sharon as they strode out on across one of the local fells. Despite how physically fit she thought she was, Sara’s legs were feeling the ascent. The sun was shining and the day could have been described as perfect except Sara thought, here I am with a woman I hardly know, who spanks her adult daughter whom happens to be the woman I love. She had no reference point for how this conversation should even start.

When she had dressed and gone to the kitchen this morning Sharon was already there.

‘Good morning sunshine and how are you doing?’ she’d asked Sara.

Sara remembering the sounds of the previous nights spanking had blushed replying ‘Good morning Sharon. I’m good thanks.’ Sharon had spotted the blush, guessed its origin and knew they needed to talk.

‘How about a walk in the hills? I doubt Linds will be up for a while yet, she always sleeps late when she is here, I think it’s the air.’

‘Yeah must be.’ She nodded whilst thinking of her lover’s hot, throbbing behind.

‘Come on then. I already packed some croissants, fruit and coffee. We can have a picnic when we get to the top of the fell’

Despite her reservations, Sara was glad to get out into the air and now here she was trying to keep up with Sharon who was nearly twice her age. Note to self to increase gym sessions she thought. As if reading her mind Sharon laughed ‘I do this walk most days so I’m used to it. I forget I should slow down when I’m with a townie!’

After another quarter of a mile or so of a slightly slower pace, Sharon announced, ‘This is the spot.’ She took off her backpack and began to retrieve a blanket, food and flask of coffee.

Sara stood appreciating the scenery. In every direction the view was stunning. Lake Windermere could be seen in the near distance in all of its shinning, shimmering glory. Mountains and hills all around them. Sara breathed deeply, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

‘It is amazing isn’t it?’ Sharon asked looking at the awe in Sara’s face. ‘Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am to have this everyday. The only thing that saddens me is that Lindsey is so rarely here to share in it. It’s hard when your kid flies the nest.’

Sara looked at Sharon not sure what she was feeling but her retort was sharper than she intended ‘Yes, but she isn’t a kid anymore is she? She’s a grown woman now.’

Sharon was a little taken aback by the disrespectful tone but assumed it related to the events of the night before.

‘Are you referring to the fact that I spanked my daughter last night?’ Sharon said bluntly. Sara hadn’t expected such openness from Sharon and without thinking she ploughed on ‘Yes. I heard you. I can’t believe you did that. How could you hurt her like that?’

‘Is that what Linds said, that I hurt her?’ Sharon asked quietly. She looked intently at Sara’s face and saw only confusion. Before Sara could answer Sharon asked ‘Did your parents ever spank you Sara? You don’t have to answer me but I’d like you to.’

The question took Sara by surprise. She sat on the blanket and looked out towards the lake. She was quiet for a long moment. ‘No, nothing you would describe as a spanking. I remember her hitting me once for forgetting to walk the dog. I was eleven years old but I still remember it clearly. She slapped me across the face and looked as though she hated me. It was only once but I was more frightened than I can tell you, I thought she was really going to thrash me. It wasn’t that the slap hurt so much as the look she gave me. That was the only time she ever raised a hand to me but it was enough.’ She went on sadly, ‘As I grew older I think my mum thought less and less about whatever I was doing. Even if she had thought about it I don’t think she would have wasted her energy spanking me. I don’t think dad ever knew. He was rarely around anyway and by the time I was fifteen he had gone permanently.’

Sharon’s heart ached. Thirty one years old and she could hear the hurt of the eleven year old little girl. She wanted Sara to be a part of her family and to understand how much she loved her daughter so she pushed on. ‘How are things with your mum now? Do you get along?’

Sara gave a small, painful laugh. ‘No we don’t get along. In fact I haven’t really had any contact with her for over two years. She made it clear to me that unless I settled down with a nice man I wouldn’t be welcome in their home anymore. And as you see, I found an incredible woman rather than the nice man.’

Sharon held in the anger she felt towards this woman who was supposedly Sara’s mother. How could any woman not want her own daughter? Sara was an amazing and loving woman. She wanted to comfort her and take away her pain but she knew she could not do that. Instead she wanted to try and let her to know that she was wanted in this family but she needed her to understand how much she loved Lindsey and that she would never hurt her.

‘Sara. I don’t know what to say. I have never understood women like your mother. She has lost so much not having you in her life and she may never realise it. If she does, then I pity her because I don’t know how she would deal with that pain. My concern though, is for you sweetheart. You have been hurt in ways I can only imagine and I wish I could take that away for you. I need you to understand that I would never, ever hurt my daughter or do anything that was against her will. I love her more than my own life. When I spank her we both agree it is for her benefit. She needs external boundaries and discipline and as her mother I try and provide that for her. I don’t enjoy spanking but it is part of our mother, daughter relationship, a very, very small part and it works for Lindsay. Did you talk to her about it?’

‘No we didn’t talk last night she was too tired. She did say she was OK and she looked, I don’t know, kind of peaceful.’ Sara admitted, ‘She went to sleep before I could ask her anything else.’

Smiling Sharon said ‘Yep, she always falls to sleep right after a spanking. I think it gets rid of all of her frustrations and guilt as well as dealing with bad behaviour. You know she grew up without a dad and I had to work full time as well as bring her up on my own?’ Sara nodded encouraging Sharon to continue. ‘That was OK when she was younger but as she became an older teenager she got a bit rebellious. Skipping school, missing her curfew, not serious trouble but it could have headed that way. I tried all the usual punishments; groundings, denial of pocket money and privileges but nothing was working. We were fighting a lot. She was angry and disrespectful. I have to admit that the first time I spanked her I felt it was a last resort and I didn’t feel good about it. But you know – it worked! She was 16 years old and as stubborn and stroppy as any teenage girl I had met but after that spanking her behaviour improved and more importantly our relationship improved. Don’t get me wrong she didn’t turn into an angel overnight but we fought much less. If she broke a rule and got a spanking it was quick and it was over, there was a clean slate and we started again. She seemed a lot happier and she told me she was. I listened to her then and I do now. I give her what she needs, that’s my job. I hope that you can understand and talk to Linds about it.’

Sara had been listening so intently she hadn’t noticed the coffee in her cup had gone cold or that the sun had risen higher in the sky and was starting to bake the soil. Her only thought was of her Lindsey. How much she loved her. How much her mother obviously loved her. How lucky she was to have a mum who cared so much.

Sara tried to take in all Sharon had said. She thought of Lindsey’s temper of her deteriorating behaviour over the past months. She thought of how frustrated Lindsey had seemed whenever Sara tried to calm her with sympathy. Lindsey had always responded by getting even angrier and goading Sara into responding more forcefully.

‘I think I do understand’ she almost whispered. ‘In fact I think Lindsey has been crying out for a spanking for months. She has been pretty obnoxious’ she looked quickly at Sharon ‘sorry I know she’s your daughter but she can be a real pain!’ Sharon smiled and nodded. ‘In fact I think she has asked me to spank her. Not right out but in the way she has been with me. Pushing me and almost daring me to do something about it. I just never thought, well, that she might be serious. Why do you think she needs that?’

Sharon shrugged he shoulders ‘I am not absolutely sure. As I’ve grown older I don’t question the whys so much anymore. I just think everyone is wired differently and this is just Lindsey’s way of dealing with life. I thought for a while it was because I hadn’t paid her enough attention when growing up. You know I was working a lot. She had to take on responsibilities for herself from being pretty young. Whatever the reason it just is how things are and I have given up on analysing! One day Lindsey may tell me she doesn’t want or need it anymore and that will be fine too.’

‘Thanks for trying to explain it to me. I was pretty shocked. The way you talk about it makes it sound like an act of love.’ Sara looked at Sharon and tried to reconcile the picture of this attractive older woman, hair blowing in the gentle breeze looking as though she wouldn’t swat a fly, with the image she had of her whaling on Lindsey’s behind!

‘It is love honey. I promise you that. It is very different than how you describe being hit by your mum. I’m so sorry that happened to you.’

‘Yeah, I can see that.’ Sara laughed ‘I never thought I would be jealous of someone getting a spanking! I wish I could have had that kind of love in my life.’

Sharon looked over at this strong young woman who so obviously cared deeply for her daughter. She thought to herself, oh sweetheart you have now. She reached over and put her hand on Sara’s. ‘Sara I hope very much that you can accept the way our family works and I hope that you want to be a part of it. I would be very proud to have another daughter!’

Sara blushed deeply. She looked at Sharon and saw her genuine warmth and caring as she smiled. She wondered if by being part of the family Sharon meant that Sara would be spanked too! She decided that this was not the time to ask as she wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear. Sara nodded, smiled and gave Sharon’s hand a squeeze.

They both took a bite of croissant and drank the now very cold coffee. ‘Ergh. Too much talking and not enough drinking. I hate cold coffee’ Sharon complained.

‘So what are you going to do about Lindsey then? Sharon asked.

‘Do?’ Sara looked perplexed.

‘Well sweetheart I can’t come back to London with you and I know how obnoxious my lovely daughter can get when a trip over the knee is over due. Maybe if you two are going to make a go of things you need to think about how you are going to deal with her.’

Shocked Sara responded ‘You’re saying I should spank your daughter?!’

Sharon shook her head slowly ‘I’m not saying what you should or shouldn’t do. I do know that I have heard you both say that you are having problems and that both of you think a lot of that is about Lindsey’s behaviour. I just want you to know that whatever the two of you decide I am here to support you, both of you.’

Sara looked up into the incredible blue sky. Of all the conversations she thought she may have this weekend this had never even entered her head. Strangely though as bizarre as it should seem, as wrong as it should seem to be discussing spanking her partner, it just didn’t. Something felt very right. Suddenly Sara felt empowered. She imagined putting Lindsey over her knee and reddening her bottom the next time she yelled at her or threw something across the room. What would happen? Would it work? She stood up and brushed off her trousers.

‘Is it OK to get back now? I think I need to speak to Lindsey’ Sara looked and sounded decisive. Sharon nodded and followed her lead standing and putting the rug and mugs back into her backpack. Sara began to stride back in the direction they had come a woman full of purpose and a new confidence. Sharon shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders and wondered briefly if her daughter was going to thank her for this!

Never Too Old, Part 2

Lindsey knocked gently on her mum’s bedroom door.

‘Come on in Linds’ her mum answered.

Lindsey opened the door and went in to her mum’s spacious bedroom. Decorated to make the most of the exposed beams and leaded windows. It held a double bed that Sharon hadn’t shared with anyone for many years. Lindsey’s father died when she was very young so she had raised Lindsey alone. As Lindsey got older her mum had one or two relationships but none had lasted more than a few months. Sharon joked that she was too set in her ways to have someone else come and mess-up her house! The remainder of the furniture consisted of an old oak wardrobe and a matching dressing table with a straight backed chair in front of it.

Sharon sat on the edge of the bed, also now dressed in PJs, light blue satin, which complimented her slightly greying blonde hair and blue eyes.

‘I thought you were going to keep me waiting young lady.’ Sharon spoke sternly. Dressed for bed, her daughter looked far younger than her twenty five years. She hung her head slightly and answered,
‘No mum, sorry. Sara wanted to talk to me; I just got caught up a little.’

‘Well now I want to talk to you. Come and sit next to me.’

Lindsey immediately did as she was told. She wished they were just going to talk and maybe hug for a while but she knew better than that.

‘So young lady. Can you explain to me your disgraceful attitude and language when you telephoned me last week?’ Sharon’s eyes bore into her daughter's. Lindsey regretted tying her hair back thinking it would have been nice to have something to hide behind right now.

‘I’m sorry ma. It was a really bad day. Work has been difficult. I did apologise.’ Lindsey tried to reason.

‘Yes you did but you know how I feel about that sort of language. I don’t want to know how you speak with your friends but since when has it been OK to speak to me like I’m a kid in the street? It wasn’t just that one call either was it? You have been sullen and back chatting for weeks now. You know I won’t put up with that. It is disrespectful to me whether you are here in the house or speaking on the telephone.’

Lindsey squirmed on the bed. She knew she had spoken to her mum in ways she wouldn’t have dared had she been stood in front of her. Somehow the distance of a phone call had made her brave or stupid! She had become so used to arguing and yelling with Sara that she hadn’t changed her attitude when she called her mum. Something she knew she was about to regret.

‘Mum. I’m twenty five years old. Don’t you think I’m too old for this? It’s embarrassing and Sara is just next door!’ she protested.

‘Yes I do think you are too old to have to be told how to respect your mother. If you are asking me if I think you are too old for the spanking you know you are about to get then the answer is, NO. As long as I have breath in my body it is my job to correct you when you make mistakes, love you and take care of you, always. You will never be too old for that. Do you think I’m wrong? Do you want me to let you behave just as you please no matter who gets hurt? Should I ignore it when I see you making mistakes? Tell me honey, if that is the kind of mum you want?’ Sharon spoke quietly and calmly, all the while looking into Lindsey’s eyes.

‘No mum. I love the way you take care of me. It makes me feel safe and loved.’ Lindsey replied to her mother’s questions.

‘Do you want me to stop spanking you?’ Sharon asked seriously.

Lindsey turned her head away and thought about her mum’s question. She remembered her very first spanking when she was sixteen. She had been truanting from school and lying to her mum about it. When she was found out she expected the usual lecture and weeks of grounding and yelling. She had been shocked when Sharon had marched her upstairs to the bathroom and soaped her mouth for telling lies. Sharon had then taken her into her bedroom made her take off her jeans and panties put her over her knee and given her a long, hard spanking which Lindsey had never forgotten. She had complained to her mum then that she was too old to be spanked. Her mum had replied that she had actually been too young to spank until now but she was of an age now when she needed to start being more accountable for her behaviour. Sharon had promised that from that day forward spanking would be part of Lindsey’s life. Sharon had kept her word, spanking Lindsey’s bare bottom whenever she felt she needed it. It didn’t happen often and Lindsey couldn’t remember a single occasion when she hadn’t deserved it.

‘I’m waiting for an answer Lindsey’

Lindsey looked at her mum. She knew she deserved to be punished not just for the way she had been treating her mum but for the weeks and months she had been treating Sara so badly. Suddenly she wanted to tell her mum just how badly she had behaved and how guilty she felt and that she had wanted to stop but she felt angry inside and just couldn’t discipline herself.

Sharon saw emotions crossing her daughters face. She saw tears in her eyes and knew that this was about more than just this spanking.

‘Tell me Lindsey. What are you thinking? If you tell me that you don’t need or want this you can go back to your room now.’ her voice was firm but gentle. She knew how difficult Lindsey found it to talk about her deepest feelings.

Lindsey couldn’t keep her emotions in check any longer and burst out; ‘Ma. I miss you so much! Sometimes I can hear myself behaving really badly and I can’t seem to stop myself. I just want you there to smack my butt and scold me. I can’t explain it but when that doesn’t happen I just feel lost and unsafe. I have been treating Sara so badly and now I’m frightened that she has had enough of me and will leave me. I’m so embarrassed because I can’t seem to grow up and do this for myself. Surely a grown woman shouldn’t need to be spanked?!’ The tears flowed freely down Lindsey’s red face. She felt ashamed that she had to admit this to her mother. God she felt pathetic.

Sharon held her sobbing daughter in her hands. ‘So I guess the answer to my question is no you don’t want me to stop spanking you?!’ They both laughed and held onto one another. After a while Lindsey stopped crying and Sharon held her at arms length.

‘Now, listen to me Lindsey. I am your mother, first and always and I will always do what I think is best for you even when I think that needs to involve a spanking. Yes you need to develop some self discipline but it is OK to need help too. We will talk tomorrow about your situation with Sara, but right now we have some business to take care of.’

Lindsey nodded her head miserably. As much as she wanted her mum to continue to discipline her she really did not enjoy being spanked. They both stood up from the bed. Sharon walked over to the dresser and pulled out the chair. She sat down and beckoned Lindsey to her side.

‘You know the drill Linds.’ Sharon said looking pointedly at Lindsey’s PJ bottoms. Lindsey pulled them down to her knees and placed herself over her mother’s lap. ‘Now why are you getting a spanking?’ Sharon began landing 2 sharp smacks to each cheek.

Surprised as always by how much her mum’s hand hurt, Lindsey answered quickly ‘For using bad language and having a bad attitude ma’am’

‘Right. You be very grateful I’m not washing your mouth out too missy. If you don’t straighten up you can guarantee I will next time!’

With no further ceremony Sharon began to spank Lindsey hard covering every inch of her bottom and the tops of her thighs with hard, fast swats. Lindsey started out taking the spanking quietly and holding still but as the heat began to build she started to wriggle and answer each smack with an ‘ouch’ ‘ow’ or ‘sorrree mum!’ Sharon paid no attention to the apologies or pleas for her to stop. The spanking would be over when she thought her daughter had learned her lesson and right now she felt that this needed to be a good spanking, as Lindsey obviously thought she deserved it too. She knew that it was about more than just correcting bad behaviour. Lindsey was obviously in pain and she knew how cathartic a good spanking could be, although she wasn’t going to share with her daughter how she knew. A mother needs privacy in some things!

After several more minutes of hand spanking, Sharon stopped. Lindsey knew better than to move until her mum told her it was over. She had earned extra punishment more than once by moving before she was had been told. Her bottom was on fire and she was panting slightly from the exertion of trying to keep still. She heard her mum reach over to the dressing table and open the drawer. Her heart sank. The paddle!

Sharon lifted what looked like a hairbrush from the drawer except that it didn’t have any bristles. Both sides were silky smooth mahogany wood and both sides gave an equally wicked sting when applied to the bottom. Lindsey had never asked where it came from but she sensed it was fairly old and had seen a lot of action before it became her nemesis. She closed her eyes and waited for the first swat. She didn’t have to wait long. Her mum was fully into her spanking stride.

After several dozen hard swats with the paddle, Lindsey was willing to promise anything just for it to stop. Tears streamed down her face. She was no longer even trying not to squirm as it was impossible to stay still. She wanted desperately to get away from the burning, incessant spanks. Finally Sharon’s hand stilled. She could hear Lindsey’s quiet sobs. She gently rubbed her back and neither said anything for a few minutes.

Eventually Sharon told Lindsey to get up and pull up her pants. Lindsey moved slowly and winced as the cotton of her PJ bottoms felt rough on her raw behind. Sharon stood up and opened her arms in an act of love and forgiveness. Lindsey threw herself into the embrace. Sobbing into her mum’s shoulder and apologising over again.

Sniff ‘I’m so sorry ma. I will never speak to you like that again. I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you. I’m sorry you had to spank me’

‘Ssh my baby girl. It’s over now. A fresh start tomorrow?’ Sharon soothed.

Hesitantly Lindsey asked ‘Can we talk, you know, some more about … stuff?’

‘Oh yes. We will be talking some more I promise. Now I suggest you go back to your room before Sara thinks you’ve abandoned her.’

‘Ok. What am I going to tell her about this? I can’t tell her I still get spanked!’ Lindsey whined.

Sharon laughed ‘Sweetheart I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you are not too quiet when you are over my knee and Sara is only in the next room. She’s a smart girl I think she will have figured out what just happened!’

‘Oh no’ groaned Lindsey and she walked, very carefully, back to her room.



When Lindsey opened the door to her bedroom she found Sara sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes as huge as saucers. As soon as the door was shut she began,

‘What the hell just happened to you? Did your mum just spank you?!’ Sara sounded incredulous.

Lindsey sat down heavily on the bed and then shot straight back up her hands flying to her sore bottom.

‘Ow, jeez, that hurts. I guess that answers your question.’ She blushed.

‘Oh.’ Sara looked around her as if searching for the right words. ‘I don’t know what to say. Why? I mean aren’t you a bit old for that? What did you do? What is going on Lindsey?’ She looked concerned and confused.

Lindsey sat back down on the bed, much more carefully this time! ‘Hon. It’s fine. I’m OK, well sore and embarrassed that you know my mum still puts me over her knee but I’m really OK.’

‘You sure? It sounded like a heck of a smacking?’ Sara really didn’t know what to think. Was this really OK? Had she stumbled across some kind of abusive relationship? Yet even as she looked at her lovers face and saw the dried tears she also saw her look more peaceful than she had in months.

‘I promise you Sara, I am absolutely OK. Can we have a good talk tomorrow and I will explain everything then? I’m kind of uncomfortable right now and incredibly tired. Can we just curl up together and sleep?’ Her eyes pleaded with Sara for understanding.

Sara nodded and pulled back the duvet for them to scoot under. Lindsey immediately lay down on her front but cuddled as close to Sara as she could get. Sara put her arms around Lindsey and before she could even say goodnight she heard her breathing change signalling that she had already fallen asleep. It took Sara a lot longer to find rest, her mind replaying the scene she had heard from Sharon’s bedroom. She felt she should be horrified but instead she was intrigued and if she was really honest with herself, a little turned on too. She moved her hand down to Lindsey’s bottom feeling the heat through her PJ bottoms. Yes she was very intrigued indeed.

Never too old Part 1

I have had various fantasies about parental type spankings for many years. Not necessarily from parents but from adult authority figures in general; aunts, guardians,teachers etc. My fantasies have tended to centre around female characters in their late teens and early 20's being spanked by an older adult.

I was never spanked as a child. The odd smack on the leg but it was rare. Discipline tended to come from my internal monitor and the need not to be the cause of upset in a home which was 'broken' in many ways. So I was a very 'good' girl at home and school. I did very well academically until the age of 16 when I moved on to a Further Education college to study A levels and then on to University. I did okish in that I didn't flunk but I certainly never fulfilled my potential.

In these more adult environments no-one monitored whether you turned up to class or how hard you studied. As long as you did the bare minimum you wouldn't get kicked out and you would scrape through. So for the first time in my life I skipped A LOT of classes. I did assignments to basic standards and usually at the last minute. I acted like a kid without boundaries because in effect that is exactly what I was. The adults in my life thought I was mature and responsible but my fellow students knew I was cruising.

I have wondered what would have happened if I had had someone in authority looking over my shoulder with spankings delivered if I didn't put in the effort?!

So the following story is my attempt to create a fantasy mother - daughter relationship which in reality may never exist (unless you know different) . A relationship where the mother is there throughout life to guide and correct, love and nurture. Where the job doesn't end at a certain age. A mother who knows that although we may age we still have the child within who has needs and for some of us those needs may include discipline. A mother who acts on the old adage 'You're never too old to go over my knee young lady'. What if?..............................

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Part 1
Never Too Old!

As the train made its way northwards, Sara looked at Lindsey, her girlfriend of nearly a year, sleeping peacefully in the seat opposite her. Her ash blonde hair in a slightly wild and unkempt state fell over her closed eyes. Sara had suggested to her that she had it cut before the trip. Silly really, Sara knew that making suggestions to Lindsey about stuff like that almost always sent her into a stubborn mood and resulted in her doing the exact opposite.

Sara sighed and shook her head. She looked out of the window and watched the countryside flashing by. She wanted to meet Lindsey’s mum, in fact she had wanted to meet her for a long time but she had still considered backing out of this trip. Her teaching schedule had been really tough this year and Lindsey had been working hard on a project at the office hoping it may eventually lead to promotion. They were both tired but Lindsey’s behaviour was becoming more and more difficult to tolerate. Sara had been tempted by the opportunity of some time apart from her. She had tried being patient and understanding and she had tried getting mad and yelling. If she thought about it they had really done more yelling than anything else recently. Sara loved her but she wasn’t sure she could continue to live with her, a thought that was too painful to dwell upon. She hoped that this trip may help work things out between them.

The train began to slow and pull into yet another station. They had to change trains at the next stop to make their way to Oxenholme and the Lake District. Lindsey had grown-up in Manchester. When her mum had retired last year, at the age of 55, she bought a small cottage amongst the hills and lakes of England’s most beautiful countryside. Sara was looking forward to breathing fresh air and having some quiet time after the hustle and bustle of London.

‘Wow I really crashed out. Where are we?’ Lindsey asked waking and stretching in her seat.

‘I guess not too far from Crewe now, we’ll need to change trains.’ Sara answered. A nearby passenger glanced in Sara’s direction, noticing her American accent.

Although she had been in England for nearly 10 years, Sara still retained the accent of her Dayton, Ohio origin. Lindsey often teased her but as Sara pointed out, was a Mancunian accent really any better? The Queen’s English didn’t reach that far north did it? Sara smiled to herself remembering the first time they had that argument, the teasing and tickling and eventually love making that followed.

‘What are you smiling about?’ Lindsey asked whilst rubbing her hands through her increasingly tangled hair.

‘Nothing it doesn’t matter.’ Sara was reluctant to share her fond memories right now. She was still a little mad at Lindsey for the minor tantrum she had thrown at Euston station when they hadn’t enough time to get coffee before they boarded the train.

Lindsey looked at her lover. For nearly a year they had been inseparable. Living together for 9 months already. Sara wouldn’t be considered pretty. Her nose was just slightly too large, her chin too square but Lindsey had always found her stunning. She had presence, when she walked into a room people noticed her. Sara was so together. Her long dark hair clipped back and clothes pressed. Neat and organised. Dedicated to her job as a psychology lecturer. She was slim but well toned. She played netball for a decent local team, so she kept herself fit. She ate healthily and often scolded Lindsey for her diet of burgers and fries. Lindsey knew Sara was right, especially since she had noticed recently that it was getting harder to fasten her jeans and walking to the station left her gasping for air. For some reason she just found it difficult to take Sara’s advice. She needed to seem as though she was in-control she had found it difficult allow herself to rely on anyone else for anything and that included letting Sara take care of her.

Around 2 hours later the train finally pulled in at Oxenholme station. They collected their bags and lumbered out of the carriage and onto the platform. They dropped their luggage and looked around for Lindsey’s mum.

‘Hey girls you made it!’ a cheerful voice shouted. Sara looked over to see an older and more rounded version of Lindsey walking briskly towards them.

‘Mum! Hi! Great to see you’ Lindsey fell into her mother’s waiting arms, laughing. Sharing the same clear blue eyes there was no doubt that this was mother and daughter.

‘Well, it’s great to see you too my angel. Well it would be if I could find you under all of this hair. Don’t they have salons in London then?’ Sharon looked into her daughters face, holding her mass of fringe back with her hand.

Lindsey blushed. ‘I know, I know it is a bit wild I guess. I will get it cut whilst I’m up here!’

Sara couldn’t believe her ears. Who was this cheerful, compliant, young woman? Not her Lindsey surely? Her thoughts were interrupted when Sharon turned to her and held out her arms. Sara responded and walked into the hug.

‘Sara I am so, so, happy to meet you. I feel like I already know you from our talks on the phone and everything that Linds has said about you.’ She ushered them to pick up their gear ‘Now let’s get in the car and get home. I’ve got dinner waiting in the oven for us.’

Sara slung her bag over her shoulder, ‘Thanks Mrs Graham. Dinner sounds great.’

Sharon looked at Sara with a frown ‘Ok. First house rule. You call me, Sharon, we’re friends. Mum or Ma is fine too if that makes you comfortable.’

‘Yeah and definitely ma’am if you’re in trouble’ Lindsey piped in.

Sharon turned and playfully swatted her daughter’s bottom. ‘I think young lady that if anyone gets into trouble on this trip it is bound to be you! Sara strikes me as someone who knows how to behave!’

Lindsey stuck out her bottom lip in response and Sara blushed and laughed.



They sat round the dining table eating stew and warm homemade breads. They chatted about their life in London and their work. Sharon interested and asking lots of questions. A wood fire snapped and crackled in the background and the 3 laughed together, catching up and sharing news. Sara looked at Lindsey’s eyes and thought she hadn’t seen them sparkle like that in a long time. She hadn’t realised how close her girlfriend was to her mother or how much she must miss her.

Sara stood and began to clear away the dishes but Sharon stopped her.

‘Oh thank you sweetheart but leave those to me tonight. You two look exhausted. I know that train journey is no fun, especially after a day at work. Lindsey, why don’t you take Sara upstairs and show her where your room and the bathroom are?’

Sara hesitated a little before she stood. Sharon noticed and felt she understood.

‘It’s OK Sara. You two get to share the bed! I know I’m ancient but I am happy that you are together and it would be ridiculous not allow you to share a bed when you live together!’ Sharon laughed.

Sara reddened not used to being read so easily. ‘Thanks. My mum would go ballistic if I even suggested it. She would definitely not be cool about Lindsey and I being together.’

Sharon gave her a look full of warmth and understanding.’ It’s OK honey. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re part of this family now. And I am definitely cool,’ looking at Lindsey with a rather stern expression she added ‘well about most things anyway.’

Lindsey shifted uncomfortably in her seat but before Sara could ask what the problem was, Sharon continued. ‘Right rule number 2 of this house. You do what mum says, so upstairs with you both.’

They both moved towards the stairs. On impulse Sara went back to where Sharon was still seated. She bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

‘Thank you for making me so welcome’ she said. Seeing tears in her eyes, Sharon reached up and pulled Sara into a hug. She didn’t say anything but after a moment she reached down swatted Sara on her behind and said ‘Bed!’ Sara laughed ‘Yes ma’am I’m going now.’

As they climbed the stairs Sharon called ‘Lindsey I think you need to come and see me in my room when you are ready for bed, we need to have a discussion.’

Looking concerned, Lindsey paused on the stairs., swallowing she let out a quiet, ‘Yes ma’am.’



When they had entered Lindsey’s room and shut the door. Sara said ‘Your mum is fantastic. I love her already! I wish my mum was like her – even a little bit!’ Sara had very little contact with her parents since she had come out to them as being a lesbian. She had 2 sisters who had both married early and had children and stayed at home to take care of them. Sara saw nothing wrong with that but it wasn’t a life for her. Her mum though had made it very clear that she had little time for an independent, career minded and worst of all LESBIAN daughter.

Lindsey stroked Sara’s cheek. ‘I know how hard it is for you when you think of your family. I’m sorry if being here makes it worse.’

‘God. No. It doesn’t! Yes I’m envious but at least I get to be a part of this.’ And then she added sadly ‘for now at least’

‘What does that mean?’ Lindsey asked anxiously.

‘Well. The way you have been behaving lately I am not sure you really want to be with me. I can’t help but wonder if you are trying to push me away. I have to admit I am struggling. It’s like you won’t let me in and you turn into a spoiled child sometimes and I don’t know what to do about it.’

At that moment they heard Sharon climbing the stairs and going into her room. Lindsey stood up quickly from the bed where she had been sitting and began to sort through her bag for her PJs.

‘I’m sorry Sara. I want to talk to you about this but I can’t keep my mum waiting. I need to shower and change. Can we talk properly tomorrow?’ Lindsey seemed agitated and eager to get to the bathroom.

‘What is going on? Why can’t we talk later?’ Sara asked puzzled.

Lindsey smiled ruefully ‘I am pretty sure I won’t feel like talking when I get back from one of my mum’s ‘discussions’. Look I can’t explain now. Can you please just give me a chance and let us talk tomorrow?’

‘Ok. Another night isn’t going to make a difference. I’m really tired anyway. You shower first and go see your mum and I’ll wash and unpack whilst you are gone.’

After showering and changing, Lindsey made her way across the landing and stood nervously outside her mum’s room. It had been a while since she had made this trip but she remembered only too well what was almost definitely about to happen.

Carla and Diane Part 3

 You may notice a gap between the last entry and this. I seem to have lost part 3 of this story! If it turns up I will post it. Just to catch you up, Carla is now living with Diane fulltime and has left her job and returned to college.......


As Carla sat in the lecture hall awaiting the tutor, she looked around her at the other students. Mainly in their late teens and early twenties, there was an air of optimism about them, and laid back exteriors which betrayed only the merest hint of the anxiety they were all feeling about the upcoming exams. Carla had been at university for six months. After her long conversation with Diane about how unhappy she was, they had decided that she would come up with a plan for how she could change things. Carla had admitted her desire to get the education she had missed out on in her younger years. Diane had 'suggested' that she sell her flat and use the funds to get herself through university and make a career change while she was still young enough. Carla had argued but Diane's encouragement, which was aimed mainly at her bottom, had finally persuaded her it was a good idea. When she had told Diane she was afraid she would fail, that she would be a bad student, Diane had merely raised her eyebrows and said, 'Really little one, do you imagine I will allow you to be a bad student? I am sure I will be able to offer you suitable motivation.' They had smiled and hugged and the deal had been made.

Since then Carla had surprised herself. She had proved to be a diligent student, not yet requiring any motivation from Diane. She enjoyed her lectures and the work. For once she was doing something she was interested in, rather than the monotony of a 9-to-5 job she hated. Her worries about being the oldest student had also been unfounded. There were many more mature students at the university, some much older than she. Strangely though it was the younger crowd she enjoyed. Some had seen her as an 'adult' figure to turn to for advice and to share confidences. Others had enjoyed shocking her with tales of their antics in the dorm rooms. All had teased her about her hard-working approach to her studies but many had looked to her for help or to ask her to be their research or study partner. She had fit in well and she loved her new life.

A blonde-haired girl of 19 threw herself into the seat next to Carla's, rousing her from her musings. Carla looked at the girl and her somewhat dishevelled state. 'Jeez, do you have some aspirin or something? I didn't think I would make it here this morning. I feel like hell!’ Carla reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water and a packet of aspirin. Handing them to the girl she said, 'I suppose this is because you were up so late studying last night?' her eyebrows raised and a hint of irony in her voice. Gemma had the good grace to blush. 'It was 2 for 1 drinks in the student bar in town last night. I maybe got carried away. I haven’t actually been to bed yet,' she said as she swallowed two pills with a mouthful of water. Carla shook her head and gave Gemma a disapproving look. 'Are you ever going to get down to some studying? At this rate you are going to fail and get kicked out. You are getting worse as the exams get nearer! Do you want to end up getting a dead end job, Gemma? You could do so well if you just applied yourself.' 'Oh Carla, stop worrying. Really. You sound like my mother. Well, what I imagine my mother would sound like if she gave a shit!' she smiled. Rifling through her bag she said, 'Bugger, can I borrow a pen and paper? I left them at home.' Tutting and shaking her head, she gave Gemma the supplies she needed for the lecture, not for the first time and Carla knew probably not for the last. She was about to continue her scolding but the tutor entered the room and for the next hour they heard about the psychological theories of what motivates humans.

 After the lecture was over, Gemma and Carla followed their usual ritual of going to the campus coffee shop together. Once seated with their respective drinks, tea for Carla and a double espresso for Gemma, Carla fixed Gemma with a serious stare. 'You know I am worried about you, love. You are coming to class more and more often in this state. What is going on?' She put her hand on Gemma's gently patting it to encourage her to talk. 'I'm fine...' Gemma began but Carla interrupted quickly. 'And do not tell me you are fine. I know you well enough now to know that this is pretty extreme behaviour, even for you.' Gemma sighed and looked at Carla's hand over her own. She knew if she could talk to anyone it was to her. They had become close but unlikely friends from the first day of their course. Carla was warm and easy to talk to. She was fun to be with but there was a solid, dependable air about her that Gemma enjoyed being around. It made her feel...safe. 'I don't know, Carla. The house is getting more and more difficult to be in. All of my house mates have partners or serial partners and their antics are not quiet! They are coming and going at all hours of the night and then there are parties. I can hardly not go to parties in my own house!' 'Uh huh. Last night was not a party at your house though, was it? If you can’t cope with the noise have you tried talking to them? It is your home too. What about moving out?' Carla asked. 'I am short of money. The rent was paid upfront for the term. I can't afford to move out. And have you ever tried talking to three 20-year-old horny guys who are usually either pissed or stoned!' Gemma said. 'Stoned? You mean they are doing drugs in the house?' Carla asked, shocked. Gemma laughed at her friends expression. 'Really Carla, what century are you in? Of course they do drugs. It is really no big deal.' Carla shook her head. 'Wait a minute. Are you doing them too?' she asked, her tone hardening as she fixed Gemma with a glare. Gemma blushed. Suddenly aware that Carla was becoming quite angry. 'It is OK, Carls. Really I know what I am doing. I don't do it every night.' Carla was lost for words. She knew her young friend had been partying hard and was letting her work suffer but she had not thought that she was the type to be involved in drugs. She knew her attitude towards them was pretty hard-line but she had seen the damage it had done to some of her own friends when she was younger and there was no way she was going to sit and watch Gemma while she messed her life up. She cared for her far too much. 'I think we should continue this conversation somewhere more private,' Carla said decisively. 'I want you to come round to my house tonight for dinner. Bring your books with you and we can study afterwards. In fact why not bring your overnight stuff and stay. That way I will at least know you will get to lectures in one piece tomorrow.' Gemma was surprised, Carla had never invited her home before. She knew that she lodged with a woman, although she wasn't sure of the exact nature of their relationship. She knew that Carla had a deep affection for Diane and treated her almost as a mother. 'OK,' she said uncertainly, 'but there really is nothing to talk about. Everything is fine. A night of girly chat sounds cool though so I'll take you up on your offer.' 'Hmm. Perhaps you are right. Talking about it may not be the best way forward,' Carla said thoughtfully as she gathered her bags to go. 'I'll see you at 7:00 p.m. Try and be on time, Diane is not too keen on tardiness.' Before Gemma could respond, Carla got up from her chair and left the shop.

At 7:20 p.m. Gemma knocked on Diane and Carla's door. After a short moment Carla opened the door and invited Gemma in. 'Sorry I am a bit late. Got caught up with a phone call on the way out and missed the bus,' Gemma panted throwing her overnight bag to the floor and shrugging off her jacket. 'That's OK. I've never actually known you be on time for anything. Luckily Diane isn't joining us tonight so there is no rush to eat,' Carla said, leading the way into the living room. The air was fresh and everywhere looked clean and tidy, a stark contrast to the student dump in which Gemma lived. 'This is nice,' she said easing into one of the armchairs. Carla smiled at her young friend and sat in the chair opposite her. 'So where is Diane tonight then? I didn't scare her away did I?' Gemma enquired. Carla laughed. 'The idea of Diane being scared off is kind of funny! No. She had already arranged to see a friend tonight. Anyway it may be better if you and I have some privacy for our 'discussion,'' she said meaningfully. ''Wow. That sounds serious,' giggled Gemma. 'You going to spill all your secrets then? Should I have brought more wine?' Carla regarded her with a solemn expression. 'Gemma, I don't think you realise how serious I am here. I am worried about you. Your health and your studies. I know that you don't have anyone that looks out for you, that your parents are not involved in your life much. I feel as your friend I need to address things with you while there is time. Before you make mistakes that you regret.' Gemma's smile left her face and she looked at Carla with a slightly confused expression. 'OK, I know that you are worried about the drugs but really there isn't an issue. The studying...well, OK things have not been going well but I will get it together. I mean as long as I pass the exams I am fine.' 'It is not just that though, is it? When was the last time you actually ate properly? Or went a whole day without having a drink? Or got an essay in on time? I know that you are on academic probation, Gemma. I couldn't help noticing the letter on your desk the other day.' Gemma jerked her head in surprised indignation. 'You had no right snooping around my desk!' Carla held up her hands to stop further outbursts. 'Gemma! I was not snooping. You asked me to pass you a book and the letter was there in full view. I couldn't miss it. And don't change the subject -- you are in enough trouble, young lady.' Gemma quietened at the change in Carla's tone. Her friend had never 'young lady'd' her before. In fact she had rarely scolded her more than beyond the odd joke about her lateness. Their age difference had been mainly shown in their different taste in music. What was going on? Part of Gemma wanted to tell Carla to 'go to hell' but the other part was strangely fascinated by what was happening. 'Trouble?' Gemma asked tentatively. 'Yes trouble. I cannot in good conscience sit back and let you harm yourself anymore. You have so much potential and you need someone to take care of you. I am very fond of you, you know that?' Carla asked gently. Gemma nodded. 'Well, I know you have been a good friend. You are always helping me and listening to me. I am fond of you too,' she said, a little embarrassed. 'You remind me a little of myself before I came to live with Diane, and OK , maybe a little of how I can still be sometimes. I didn't have the most involved parents either. I ran a little wild and dropped out of school early. Which is why I am only just starting at University now. I wasted a lot of years. Then I met Diane and she has been taking care of me and motivating me and keeping me out of trouble since. I want to do the same for you.' 'She takes care of you. Like cooks and cleans and stuff?' Gemma asked. Smiling, Carla said, 'Well we share domestic chores, although yes, Diane does do most of the cooking I admit! I was thinking more along the lines of my emotional and mental health though. She takes care of my …..disciplinary needs.' She looked carefully at Gemma to see if the girl understood what she was saying. 'Disciplinary needs? What on earth do you mean? She gives you rules and stuff?' Gemma had not yet understood Carla's meaning, perhaps not surprisingly. 'Well yes. She gives me rules and some I set for myself. Diane deals with the consequences of me breaking the rules. She disciplines me. Sometimes …..physically.' Carla found that it wasn't the easiest thing to explain now that she was having to do it. In her head it had seemed more straightforward. She had forgotten that adults spanking adults was not the norm for most people even though it was the most natural thing in the world to her. Gemma spluttered. 'You mean she ssspanks you? You let her hit you? Oh my God. That is insane!' She stood up from her chair and walked to the window. Carla stayed seated and decided to ride the storm calmly. 'Yes she spanks me, sometimes. When I need it. When I deserve it. It helps. It makes life very simple in lots of ways. There are rules and there are consequences. Sometimes the consequence is a sore backside. Better that than failed courses, unemployment, alcohol problems or whatever the heck else I would have ended up doing to myself.' Gemma looked at her in disbelief. 'But you're a grown woman! She is treating you like a child. You cannot think that is right. Carla, it is crazy!' Carla smiled at her. 'Yes I am a grown woman and this is very much my choice. I live like this because it works for me. I have someone who cares about me. Who takes notice of me and is interested enough to help me make the best of myself and my life. Don't you want that, sweetheart?' Gemma suddenly felt very tearful. She sat back in her seat.

 'You are serious aren't you? You are happy like this? She really cares about you? You make her sound like your mum or something.' Laughing, Carla said, 'I suppose it is like getting another parent. I love her a lot. I feel safe and happy and I want you to feel that too. Instead of the rootless life you are leading at the moment. Tell me that you are happy as you are and I will stop talking and go and make dinner.' She leaned forward and looked into Gemma's eyes. This time the tears that had threatened began to run down Gemma's face. She shook her head. 'No, I can't tell you that. I am not happy. I feel alone and a little scared most of the time to tell you the truth. I hated my life at home. I was glad to get out but now I feel even more lost.' Carla went to Gemma and took her into her arms. She let the young woman sob, gently rocking her and stroking her hair. 'You are not on your own, sweetheart. I am here and I care about you, very much. I want you to let me help take care of you. Let's fix things together.' Gemma sniffled into Carla's shoulder. 'How? I mean how can we fix it? What can you do?' Looking down into Gemma's tear sodden face, Carla saw her friend without all the bravado and cheekiness that she usually wore like a mask. She saw a vulnerable little girl who needed her. Suddenly Carla felt sure and certain in a way that she had not before. She knew she could help Gemma and she wanted to more than anything she could remember in recent times. She would give to someone else what Diane had given to her.

'Well. Firstly we are going to discuss your past behaviour and then we are going to look at the future and what needs to change.' Gemma nodded still sniffing. 'OK, I guess. We already talked about it though.' Carla took hold of Gemma's shoulders and held her squarely, looking into her eyes. 'Young lady, I mean that we are going to have a long discussion with you over my knee getting the spanking you so richly deserve.' 'What?! No! Carla, you can't mean that! I am too old to be spanked!' Gemma protested as Carla took her by the upper arm and lead her towards her bedroom. As they went upstairs Gemma continued her protests but did not attempt to pull herself from Carla's grasp. Once in Carla's room, Carla pulled out a straight backed chair from the side of the room; one used by Diane on numerous occasions to put Carla over her knee. Sitting in the chair, Carla spoke sternly to Gemma who was standing red faced with slumped shoulders looking at her feet. 'Gemma. If you tell me you do not need and deserve this you can go back downstairs and get your bag and leave. I will see you at college tomorrow and we won't discuss this again. Do you want to leave?' Gemma stood for a long moment not saying anything. Then she looked up, crimson-faced. 'Carla it is soooo embarrassing!' 'Of course it is. It is meant to be and when your bare behind is over my knee no doubt you will feel even more so. I can also guarantee you that when it is over your behind will feel like it is on fire,' she said firmly, and then more gently, 'And you will feel better than you have for a long-time, I promise.' Gemma looked at her friend and saw nothing but affection. She nodded. 'I want to stay,' she said quietly. Nodding her approval, Carla took on the business-like tone Diane used when she was about to administer a spanking. 'Right, young lady. Get yourself over here, jeans and panties down and over my lap. Right now please.' She beckoned Gemma to her with a wave of her hand. Gemma hesitated only for a moment and then walked to Carla. She began fumbling with her belt and buttons, her nervousness making her clumsy. 'Come on, girl. Don't keep me waiting.' Carla was into her stride now. She found the words came naturally, being on the other side of the spanking did not feel all that strange, she was surprised to discover herself. Gemma quickly pulled down her jeans and panties and lay herself across Carla's lap a little awkwardly. Carla wasted no time in delivering the first smack to the very white bottom in front of her. 'Hmm, not as hard as it needs to be,' she mused to herself, lifting her arm higher and allowing the second smack to hit much harder than the first. 'Oww!' Gemma jerked a little. 'Better,' she thought but also noticed that her hand stung a lot from the impact. 'Maybe this isn't as easy as I thought,' she smiled to herself. Several smacks into the spanking Carla realised her hand wasn't quite up to the job but reluctant to let Gemma know that she continued on regardless of the stinging of her hand. 'Carla smiled to herself.'Ah well. Maybe the saying this hurts me more than you is true!'

'Why are you getting this spanking Gemma?' Carla knew how much she hated that question and rightly presumed her friend would feel the same way. 'Oh Carla. You know why. You told me!' Gemma unwisely replied. She was rewarded with several very hard smacks to the backs of her thighs. 'Answer my question young lady or we are going to be here all night long. Believe me I don't mind but I think you will get very tired of this before I do!' Although Carla's hand was definitely telling her that wasn't altogether true! Gemma soon got the idea that answering Carla's questions quickly and completely was the best way forward to save her poor bottom and legs from even worse punishment. Just when Gemma thought the heat in her bottom couldn't get much worse, Carla stopped spanking her. 'Thank God! That really hurt, Carla! Let me up!' Gemma squirmed, attempting to get off her knee. Carla quickly put her arm around Gemma's waist and pulled her back. 'Oh no, Missy. We are nowhere near done. That attitude of yours needs to change before I let you go anywhere.' Reaching over to her dresser she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush that Diane had so often used on her. Placing it against Gemma's already hot bottom, she raised it high and brought it down with an almighty whack on the centre of her right cheek. Gemma let out a howl and tried unsuccessfully to buck off Carla's lap. Carla began a rhythm of raising the brush and bringing it down on alternate cheeks. Then she began to change the pattern so Gemma didn't know where the brush would land next. She ensured she covered every part of her bottom and the area where bottom met thigh in particular. She wanted Gemma's first spanking to be memorable. For her part Gemma tried every combination of squealing and moaning and begging to be let up. She kicked her legs and received an admonishment to stay still with hard slaps to her thighs. She soon learned that this was not a part of her anatomy she wanted Carla to concentrate on so she did her best to stay still. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She was in a world of pain. All she could think about was her bottom. She was ready to promise to do anything for it to stop.

Carla found the hairbrush a much more user-friendly implement than her hand. She was able to concentrate much more on ensuring Gemma was punished rather than on her own discomfort. She also discovered that she was unmoved by Gemma's obvious distress. Having been in this position so many times herself she knew that the upset would be short lived. That Gemma would live and recover quickly and that a thorough spanking was the most effective way to ensure they didn't have to repeat it too soon. Just when Carla was considering bringing the punishment to an end, Gemma burst into fresh tears. 'I'm sorry Carla. I won't behave like that ever again. I promise. I will do my work. I won't touch anymore drugs. I won't drink! I will live like a nun! Just please stop spanking me! I will be GOOD!!' Despite the seriousness of the situation, Carla could not help smiling at the thought of her wreckless young friend living the life of a nun. She did believe that she had spanked her enough for one night though. She added another dozen so that Gemma didn't think it was her tears that were bringing the punishment to an end. Once she had stopped spanking, she rubbed her friend' s back. 'OK. It is over. No more spanking tonight. You can get up sweetheart.' Gemma stood up slowly. Her face red and tear-stained and her hair dishevelled, she looked every bit a punished brat! '

You OK?' Carla asked, pulling her into her arms. Gemma nodded against her disciplinarian's shoulder but said, ‘No ma'am, it hurts!' Carla laughed a little. 'Of course it does, brat. It is meant to. You need to learn to behave and a spanking that doesn't hurt isn't much use for that!' Gemma joined Carla's laughter. 'I suppose not. I still don't like it though! You won't do that again, will you? Really I think once is enough.' Carla raised her eyebrows. 'You are going to behave impeccably from now on because of this one spanking?' Gemma nodded. ' I am! I don't want to go through that again..ever!' 'Wow! I may go into the spanker's hall of fame,' Carla laughed. 'Hmm. I doubt that,' came a voice from the doorway. They both turned to see Diane standing there watching them with some amusement. 'I seem to recall you promising me something similar, little one. I think it lasted a whole week before you were back over my knee again.' Gemma gasped seeing the stranger, realising her still half naked state. She quickly went to pull up her pants before Diane said, 'Now, now. I don't believe you were given permission to dress, were you?' She looked to Carla. Carla blushed as if being caught out failing in her duties. 'No ma'am, I hadn't given her permission yet.' she answered. Gemma, with her pants still in her hands half way up her thighs looked from one woman to another uncertainly. ‘Gemma, leave your jeans where they are and go and stand in the corner there until I tell you to come out. Put your hands on your head and do not move or you will find yourself back over my knee. Understand?' Gemma's natural desire to argue was subdued by her throbbing bottom and the formidable-looking woman who had just entered the room. She shuffled off to the corner and put her hands on her head, mortified that someone else was seeing her being punished. Diane looked at Gemma's bottom and nodded her appreciation. 'Very good little one. I see you did not spare her.' Carla blushed at the praise. 'No ma'am, I have remembered what I learned from you. I know it is my duty to spank her thoroughly or not at all.' 'Hmm. Well. I will leave you to complete your duty here. Perhaps when your young charge is settled for the night you will come and talk to me and explain what has been going on in my house?' Diane's face suggested that Carla may be doing some explaining whilst over her knee and she groaned inwardly. 'Yes ma'am, I will.' Nodding Diane turned to go. 'What is your name child?' she said to Gemma as she passed her. Nervously Gemma replied, 'Gemma......ma'am.' Smiling at the respectful title offered by the young woman, Diane patted her shoulder. 'Welcome to the family, Gemma.'

Carla and Diane Part 2

Carla walked towards Diane's house with a great deal of trepidation. She had really messed up this week. She had missed a deadline at the office which had caused her boss a great deal of embarrassment and nearly ended up with her getting the sack. The only thing that had saved her had been her extensive knowledge of the current project that was needed if the whole thing was to come together on time. She had been lucky and she knew it. Anyone could miss a deadline but this wasn't the first time she had messed up at work this past year and it wasn't the first time that the cause had been Carla staying out with her friends until the early hours and drinking too much. She knew she was behaving childishly but since a couple of her friends had become single again they had taken to living the life of young students instead of the 30-something professional women they really were.

It was 2 months since Carla had first visited Diane's home, a place that was fast becoming her second home. She had a spare room which Carla often used one night in the week when she would eat supper with Diane and then spend the evening talking, or watching TV or listening to music. On occasion she would also be disciplined and end up in bed with a very sore behind and a much improved attitude! She loved and respected Diane but she was a little fearful of her too. She hated being lectured and punished, and even more than that, hated letting Diane down. She did want to be good and want her to be proud of her but, well, she was a Bottom and could be a bit of a brat too. Carla sighed as she rounded the corner into Diane's street. Maybe she just wouldn't tell her. She would never know. After all she hadn't actually been sacked, just got into a little strife. She knew she could make it up to her boss in the next few weeks as more work was due. She could even curb her going out for the next few weeks to make sure she was in good form for the office. That would work, right? Even as she thought it, Carla knew she couldn't and wouldn't lie to Diane. She sure as hell wasn't looking forward to telling her the truth though!

Diane opened the door before Carla knocked. 'Hey there little one, I saw you walking down the street from out of the upstairs window. You look awfully serious. What is going on with you?' Diane said as she hugged her charge. Carla entered the welcoming hall. The smell of something savoury cooking came from the kitchen but Carla did not feel hungry, she just felt nervous. Diane was going to tan her hide and she feared there was no getting out of it. Hanging her coat in the hall closet, she followed Diane into the sitting room. It was a large, bright, airy room. It was decorated in a style Carla would dismissively have called chintzy and old fashioned at one time but it suited Diane's warm personality and Carla now found it homey. She threw herself into one of the overstuffed armchairs, settling into the soft cushions as if that would protect her.

Diane took a seat in the chair opposite and said, 'Well? Little one? I am waiting for an answer. What has you so worried?' Diane's question was firm but full of the warmth and compassion that Carla had come to know and yearn for. She squirmed a little in her seat. 'Nothing ma'am I am fine, really,' she murmured lowering her head and looking up at Diane meekly. Diane raised her eyebrows. 'Really? That is not how you appear to me young lady. You wouldn't be lying to me would you? That would be very unwise.' The stern look Diane directed her way made Carla sink even further into her seat. She wasn't going to get any room to manoeuvre here, the woman had her figured out before she had even got through the front door! 'No ma'am. I wouldn't lie to you. I am fine...it is just...' she hesitated. Diane's piercing gaze made her continue, 'I got myself into a little trouble at work but everything is OK now. I sorted it out and it won't happen again. So nothing for you to worry about,' she finished quickly. Diane took a deep breath 'I see,' she said quietly. 'You got into trouble at work,' she paused for a moment and then added, 'again?' Diane had already reprimanded Carla twice before for her attitude and performance at work. One of those reprimands had involved a fairly serious spanking which had left Carla promising that she would NEVER behave like that again. Diane had known at the time that it was unlikely such a promise would be kept but even so she was slightly surprised that it had been broken quite so soon.

'Tell me what happened.' Her tone left no room for argument. Carla tried to bury herself further into the chair but found she had reached its limit of squash-ability! 'I, erm, I missed a deadline for a report my manger needed for a presentation she was giving. It was kind of important so she was pretty pissed off.' Realising the language she had used, she quickly amended, 'Sorry ma'am! I mean she was angry about it.' Carla wanted the damn chair to swallow her. If it was a movie she could get it to open up and she could fall right through it and maybe land in Australia or New Zealand (she had heard the Tops there were pretty lenient). However, given the look on Diane's face she wasn't sure the other side of the world would be far enough to save her. 'Why did you miss the deadline? Or need I ask? Let me guess. Late nights. Getting into the office late and in no fit state to concentrate on your work? Am I right?' Carla looked shamefaced and nodded miserably. 'Yes ma'am. I suppose that about sums it up.' Diane stood up and began to pace in front of the fireplace. 'So this is the same behaviour I have already punished you for, twice?! I obviously was far too lenient with you if you have not leaned your lesson yet, miss.' She came to halt in front of Carla and looked down at her. Carla found she was unable to look at her. 'I am really, really sorry ma'am. You did punish me properly last time. I did learn my lesson. I meant to behave. I just....' at this point words failed Carla as she realised she had no excuse. She had behaved badly, childishly and she deserved whatever punishment she was about to receive but she didn't want it! She wanted to eat dinner and sit with Diane and talk and enjoy her company and relax. Instead she was not going to be Diane's little one. She was going to be treated like the naughty girl she had been.

'Well. I think I will have to make sure that I teach this lesson rather more thoroughly this evening, young lady. I am very disappointed in you. I can see that you cannot be trusted to take care of yourself and monitor your behaviour so that your social life does not interfere with your responsibilities. I am going to have to do that for you it seems.' Diane lectured, towering above Carla, hands on her hips and an angry expression that Carla had rarely glimpsed before. 'Get up from that chair and go into my bedroom. Bring me the hairbrush from the dressing table.' Diane instructed. Carla whimpered but did not move straight away. Diane raised her voice. 'Move NOW!' Carla jumped up and ran from the room and up the stairs to Diane's bedroom. She walked to the dressing table and picked up the large, heavy, mahogany, hair brush. She had only felt it on her bottom once before for a short spanking and it had hurt, the hard wood setting her behind on fire with only a few brief swats. She entered the living room nervously and found Diane sitting on the sofa. She had taken off her sweater and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. Carla feared that was not a good omen.

She handed Diane the brush. 'Take off your jeans and panties, please. Place them on the chair and then come and lay over my lap.' Carla stared at her. Diane had never told her to take them off before, pull them down yes but not remove them altogether. She was a little embarrassed. 'Carla, do not make me ask you again,' Diane warned quietly. Without further delay Carla pulled off the jeans and panties and placed them over the chair and then fully aware of her half naked state she walked over to where Diane sat. 'You won't be needing those for the rest of tonight little one and I can't abide the fuss of them being kicked off during a hard spanking.' Carla swallowed, this spanking already had a different tone than any she had received before. She had a feeling she was going to be very, very sorry, very soon. 'Now get yourself over my lap. You may as well get as comfortable as you can, you are going to be here for a while.' Diane took Carla by the arm and pulled her over her knee so that her upper body and legs were both supported by the long sofa, whilst her bottom was higher over Diane's lap. Until meeting Diane, Carla had never been spanked over anyone's knee. She had received the odd swat from her parents and even teacher at school but never had she been spanked properly. Now the position was becoming all too familiar and although it held a certain amount of fear for Carla there was also a comfort and relief associated with being submissive over Diane's lap.

Right now though, it was the fear of what was about to happen that was uppermost in Carla's mind. She felt Diane rest the heavy brush on her right bottom cheek. It felt cool and solid. She closed her eyes and waited for the first smack but it did not come immediately. Instead she heard Diane sigh. 'Little one, this is not the way I had hoped we would spend our time together tonight. I do not expect to have to punish you several times for the same issue. However, make no mistake I will punish you however often it takes in order for you to behave yourself and conduct your professional life in a way that is a credit to you. I will not waver. I will not be inconsistent and I will not tire of you. You are mine, I love you and I have expectations and standards of behaviour that you will maintain. Do you understand?' Clara felt the tears come to her eyes. She had let Diane down, again. She nodded. 'Yes ma'am. I understand and I am sorry I let you down. I am sorry I am a disappointment to you.' Diane shook her head. 'You have let me down and yourself down Carla but you are not a disappointment to me. You are a bottom, you are my bottom and you need correction and I intend to ensure you get it. Now.' With that Diane lifted the hair brush up to the level of her shoulder and brought it down with an almighty whack against Carla's pale bottom. Immediately a bright red circular type mark appeared on her cheek. Carla cried out in shock and pain. She did not remember it hurting that much! It was burning and that was only one! She was pretty sure she would receive more than that. Proving Carla correct, Diane delivered an equally hard smack to her other cheek and then began a rhythm of alternating cheeks and position, painting the whole of Carla's bottom an even red colour. Just when Carla felt that all of her bottom had been covered and there was nowhere left to hurt anew Diane turned her attention to the tops of her thighs. She smacked her on the tender sit spots where thigh meets cheeks. She smacked her upper thighs and she continued smacking her all the way down to her knees. Carla was bucking and squealing. She tried reaching back to cover her thighs with her hand but Diane was quick to intercept and took her hand and held it to her lower back. As the kicking and bucking became more frenzied, Diane stopped the spanking. Carla sobbed in relief thinking it was over. However, Diane had other plans. She readjusted Carla's position so that her legs were spread further apart. Hooking her own leg between both of Carla's  she effectively propped the legs open and yet had them pinned down to prevent Carla moving. Carla couldn't see exactly how she was being held down but she knew she couldn't move much at all. Diane said nothing but Carla felt her pick up the brush again. This time hard swats landed on the inside of her thighs, an area that she had never had spanked before and she found the pain unbearable. The skin was so sensitive here that every swat felt like hell fire and there were a lot of swats. Carla began to cry out 'Please Diane. Please stop. I will behave. I promise. Please don't spank me anymore!'  In between pleading with Diane, her sobs became louder. She was breathless with crying and pleading. Just as she thought she couldn't possibly take any more punishment on her thighs, Diane went back to work on her bottom. This time as the spanks fell, Diane spoke firmly. 'You will NEVER neglect your duties at work again. You will NEVER let yourself down like that again. You are better than that.' Carla's face was wet with tears. 'Yyyes ma'am! I will be good. Please!' Finally the spanks stopped. Carla could not believe how much she hurt. Her bottom felt like three times its normal size. The skin was hot and tight and so, so, sore! At that moment she felt that she would never be able to walk or sit again. Diane let her lie there for a few minute until her sobbing subsided. 'Right my little one. Stand up please.' Diane ordered. Slowly Carla got up. Wincing as every movement seemed to inflame her already scorched bottom. 'Now I want you to go and stand in the corner there with your hands on your head and do not move until I tell you you may. Understand?' Carla nodded and walked to the corner indicated. She faced the wall and tried not to break into a fresh set of tears. Whenever she had been spanked before, Diane had always hugged her. She had never banished her to a corner. It was obvious she couldn't stand looking at her.

Carla had never felt so miserable. She didn't care that her bare bottom was on display. All she could think of was how angry Diane was and how much her bottom hurt. After what seemed like hours but was more like 10 minutes, Diane called to her. 'Come over here little one.' Carla turned and walked to Diane with her head down. She was too ashamed to look her in the eye. However, Diane was not going to let her hide from her. 'Look at me young lady,' Diane said raising Carla's chin so that their eyes met. She saw the tears and remorse and embarrassment in her darling little one's face. She shook her head at her and said with compassion, ‘I didn't enjoy punishing you so hard, Carla. But you must know that if I have to spank you like that every evening until you learn to behave, then I will.' Carla nodded, sure that there wasn't another brat on earth who felt quite as sorry and sore as she did right now. 'Yes ma'am.' 'I have decided that this is not the end of your punishment. As I said to you earlier, I really do not think you can be trusted to take care of yourself and behave well at the moment. I feel it would be much better if I were able to keep a much closer eye on you. That is impossible with our current living arrangements. You are simply too far away for me to monitor you in any satisfactory way. So. I think it best if, for the time being, you move in here with me.' Carla felt her jaw drop in surprise. 'Move in here? With you?' she repeated. 'Do I have an echo?' Diane said, not without some amusement, about the expression on Carla's face. 'But...well...I mean...I have a flat...and I can't live here!' Carla exclaimed. 'Of course you can. It is a simple matter of organisation. You will continue to pay for your flat and you will live here rent free and we will see how we progress from there. You need discipline and you need to be taken care of and the only way that I can do that properly is for you to be here where I can keep an eye on you.' Carla's mind was in a whirl. Here she was stood half naked with a very red and punished bottom being told that her whole life was about to change. Did she want this? Diane with her all of the time? Knowing what she got up to and  more to the point when she didn't get up?! She looked at Diane and into her kind eyes. The woman had just given her a beating like she had never had in her life before and yet her eyes showed nothing but love and concern. Diane held out her arms and Carla was pulled close for a much needed hug. 'Don't worry little one. I am going to take care of you. I promise that things are going to get much better for you and missing deadlines will be something that happened in another lifetime!' Carla couldn't help but giggle at Diane's teasing tone. Diane sent her up to her bed to sleep. She had missed her supper but not surprisingly she wasn't hungry. She had a million things to think about and a decision to be made. As she crawled into bed on her stomach, careful to lay a single sheet over her throbbing bottom and legs, she suddenly felt very tired. I will decide tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that in reality the decision had already been made and that this was her first night in her new home.