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.
‘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.
What a wonderful story! Mom knows what her daughter needs, and she is willing to give it to her.
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