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.
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