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!
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