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.