by Peter Martin
It hadn't been the best year for Emily Barnes. At thirty-eight-years-old she was now getting divorced. Worse, was the fact she'd been unable to reach a financial settlement with her ex-husband, and so without having much money was forced to return home to live with her mum. Her daughter, Katie, who was seventeen-years-old, still lived at home as she had decided she preferred to live with her mum rather than her dad, and so came to live with both her grandma and her mum.
Fortuitously, Sarah lived next door to her daughter, husband and granddaughter. It wasn't such an unusual thing in their village.
Emily's mum, Sarah Lucas, was fifty-seven-years-old and whilst she welcomed her daughter back home she remembered vividly the tension there had been so often because Emily was not the most helpful of daughters around the house. When living at home before she got married, Emily often left her clothes strewn across her bedroom, and would only reluctantly help with the house work. Helping with the cooking was almost unheard of. It was as though she saw her mum's duty was to look after her even after she left school and went out to work. Indeed, it wasn't that Emily couldn't cook or do the housework but that she just didn't see it as being her responsibility whilst she lived at home.
Things changed immediately once Emily was married as she quickly got into the swing of having a full-time job and at the same time cleaning the house and cooking. Her ex-husband was a modern husband and helped as well, a situation which was quite normal amongst her friends.
Equally acceptable to Emily was that Katie took after her mum and did very little around the house. She didn't even make her own bed. Emily did it all and indeed she felt it was the natural thing for a mum to do, given the way she had treated her own home as a hotel before getting married.
Once Emily returned to live with her mum however, she quickly reverted to her old routine. Whilst she was able to go to work and act pretty much as normal, she relaxed when she got home and regressed to her old lazy self. Well, lazy so far as housework and the like was concerned. She defended herself to her mum by arguing that it wasn't actually so much laziness but the fact that she was spiralling into depression because of the divorce; but in reality she knew it was an easy excuse to make.
There wasn't much change for Katie. Her grandma did what her mum used to do and so she still found her home life pretty easy. She loved her grandma who was a bit grouchy sometimes, but found it to be fun to be living with her.
The person most put out was Sarah. Her workload multiplied and it seemed her life was now a non-stop cycle of washing, ironing, cleaning, shopping, cooking washing up and putting away. Whilst she was sympathetic towards her daughter's divorce, she was less than happy with the additional workload of having her at home again and her not doing anything. It may have been like that before Emily got married but since living alone she had got used to just looking after herself. What was worse was that her granddaughter acted the same way, so Sarah had twice the work compared to before Emily got married.
That sympathy boiled over pretty quickly when Sarah went to hoover Emily's bedroom and found the bed unmade and her clothes strewn across the floor. Enough was enough she thought to herself as she went downstairs to confront her daughter.
Sarah stormed in to the living room to find Emily with her feet on the sofa reading a book and Katie watching the TV.
Katie was dressed in a pink vest top and white shorts with bare legs and bare feet. Her light brown hair flowed down her shoulders. A typical teenager, Sarah told herself.
Sarah saw that Emily was wearing a sleeveless floral dress and also had bare legs and bare feet. Her light brown hair rested on her shoulders. At least she was dressed in a more grown-up fashion than her daughter, Sarah thought. However, Sarah was annoyed that although a whole generation older, Emily was pretty much acting like a teenager now she was back living with her.
Katie hadn't noticed the look on her grandma's face and asked, "What's for dinner, Grandma? I'm famished."
Emily did notice how angry her mum looked and put the book down as she asked warily, "You okay, Mum?"
Sarah was really fuming by the time she got back downstairs and her granddaughter's question was just too much.
"Dinner will have to wait, Katie. I need you and your mum to understand that the current position cannot continue."
Katie was surprised at being told off and looked open-eyed at her mum. She saw the growing concern on her mum's face though.
"Is it my bedroom, Mum?" Emily asked cautiously.
"Exactly," her mum retorted.
"I'll do it in a minute. Maybe after dinner for sure," Emily said with a smile, hoping that would placate her mum. She was in the middle of a chapter in her book and wanted to finish that first.
Sarah put her hands on her hips and knew she had to sort this out once and for all. She glared at her daughter and said sternly, "Do you remember what happened to you when you got me all annoyed before you were married?"
Katie noticed her mum was quite shaken by the question and was blushing.
Emily replied carefully, "Yes, Mum, but that was a long time ago and I'm a lot older now."
"I see," Sarah replied indignantly. "So you are a lot older and yet seem quite happy to treat this place like the hotel you did before you got married?"
Emily swallowed hard. "You were okay with it then, Mum. You said it was your job to look after me. Then when I got married I did all the work there. So I don't understand," Emily bleated... although it did make sense. She could see it now so clearly. She should had have been much more active around the house but hadn't been.
Sarah was astonished but realised her daughter really did think she could revert to the way she was before. Well if she wanted that to be the case then that would have to work both ways.
Sarah glared at her daughter and demanded, "So let me ask you once again - when you got me annoyed in the past, how did I deal with you?"
Katie saw her mum wasn't happy at all with the question and could feel the tension. She had seen some of her friend's parents looking just like her grandma and more often than not it ended up with her friends getting spanked. She reckoned that wouldn't happen here but it sounded like tempers were going to fray for sure. However, she knew that she was in the clear as she was doing exactly what she did when living with her mum. Nothing. In fact, she was enjoying the friction between her mum and her grandma and was feeling like she wanted to stir things up. She liked doing that, and asked with a wicked grin, "Go on, Grandma. How did you deal with Mum then?"
Sarah heard the question and glared again at her daughter and said firmly, "Well when I looked after your mum when she was at home I treated her like the spoilt child she was and when I thought she had overstepped the mark I put her across my lap and spanked her bare bottom."
Katie was wide-eyed. "No way?" she said breaking in to a smile. Of course, it should not have surprised her. After all she was regularly spanked by her mum and even her friend's mums until a couple of years ago so being spanked was nothing unusual. It was just she had never thought about her mum being spanked before she was married. She pictured her mum now though across her grandma's lap just as she had seen so many of her friends across their mum's laps. So instead of spanking being usual, the current threat was anything but usual. This was different. This was Grandma threatening to spank her mum now and at her age which made it unusual for sure. Unusual but cool, she thought. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her grandma.
Sarah said sternly, "So as you have reverted to your old self I guess I will deal with you just as I used to."
Emily looked horrified as her mum came over to her and grabbed her by the upper arm.
"Get up, my girl," Sarah ordered.
"Please Mum," Emily pleaded. "I'll do my room right now. I promise I will."
Sarah wasn't having any of it and explained angrily, "We agreed when you told me you could not afford your own place and I said you and Katie could come and live with me that you would be helping around the house. I even joked that if you didn't then I'd be spanking your bottom. You agreed to that, if you remember?"
As Emily was pulled to her feet she argued plaintively, "Yes, Mum, I know I agreed to that but I haven't been feeling my best lately, what with the divorce."
Sarah knew it was just an excuse so as she led her daughter to a dining chair she explained sternly, "Well I know exactly how to snap you out of whatever lackadaisical mood you keep making out you are in. I am going to give you the spanking you have needed since the day you got back here."
Katie watched in astonishment as her grandma sat on the chair and once seated proceeded to lift her mum's dress hem right up above her waist, yank her knickers straight down to her knees, and then guide her across her lap. What's more, Katie realised that after the somewhat half-hearted objection about her divorce, her mum didn't actually resist any more. It was as though she accepted she was going to go across her mum's lap for a spanking. A bare bottom spanking at that.
The scene unfolded in front of Katie's eyes. Her thirty-eight-year-old mum was being put across her grandma's lap and there was no real resistance from her mum. Maybe Grandma would relent at the last moment, Katie wondered.
However, Sarah rubbed Emily's bottom as she berated her daughter for her laziness and it certainly looked like she meant business.
Katie listened in amazement as her mum still didn't resist as she was being told off whilst at the same time she was having her bare bottom rubbed. Katie had seen several friends spanked over the years but this was one sight she had never ever expected to see happen: her own mum being spanked, and by her grandma no less.
Emily groaned as her face fell to within inches of the floor and she found herself putting her palms down to stop her fall. She looked at the backs of her mum's legs and groaned again as she remembered how often she had seen just that view. After closing her eyes for a few moments picturing her forthcoming spanking she opened them again and looking sideways, saw another pair of legs. Squirming around she looked up and saw her daughter staring down at her with a look of wonderment on her face.
This was so humiliating she thought. However, she knew she had been a real pain to her mum since moving back home and had she been a teenager, knew that she would have fully deserved a spanking. Then, on reflection, she accepted that as she was acting like a teenager that the spanking was fully justified with or without her daughter watching. In fact, her daughter watching actually made sense.
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