by Ken Burke
Forty-two-year-old Marcia Dawkins shivered slightly as she stood facing the corner in her bedroom clad only in her bra and panties. It wasn't just the cold; it was what she knew was coming. She was about to be spanked. Spanked by her own daughter... her seventeen-year-old daughter!
As she stood there reflecting on her fate, she could not help recognizing that it was all her own fault. It had all begun about a year earlier when her younger daughter, Patty, had received a speeding ticket barely a month after getting her driver's license. Marcia had wanted to impress upon Patty the seriousness of her actions, so she had told her that in addition to losing car privileges for a month she would be getting two spankings a week during that month. Of course, Patty had objected. Her mother hadn't spanked her since she was fourteen.
The argument had gone on for some time. Marcia was adamant; Patty would be spanked. Patty refused to give in - she was too old to be spanked. Marcia had said that there is no such thing as too old to be spanked. That's when Patty said, "Oh yeah, are you saying that even you aren't too old to be spanked?" And that's where the argument stood. They were at an impasse. Marcia insisted that Patty would be spanked but she knew she could do nothing if Patty refused to give in. She was too big for Marcia to physically force over her knee.
But Patty's remark gave her an idea. "No, I'm not too old. If I ever did something as serious as getting a speeding ticket I would deserve a spanking, too."
Patty had replied, "You're just saying that because it can't happen. There's no one to spank you."
Then Marcia took the fateful step. She said, "Yes there is - you. If I get a speeding ticket while you are still living here, you can spank me just as I am going to spank you."
Patty had looked at her mother with wide-eyed suspicion. "You really would let me spank you?"
"Yes I would. As you pointed out, it's only fair that we abide by the same rules. If I get a speeding ticket you can spank me just as I am going to spank you."
"How do I know you won't back out at the last minute?" Patty asked.
"Good point," her mother replied. "Here's what I'll do. I'll write you a check for five thousand dollars and have your sister hold it. If I refuse to let you spank me, the money will be yours."
And so it was set. Marcia wrote the check and put it in an envelope. When she gave the envelope to her older daughter, Laura, she simply said that she and Patty had made a bet and that they wanted Laura to hold the envelope for safekeeping. Patty had taken her spankings willingly even though they were quite severe.
Soon things returned to normal in the Dawkins household. No more speeding tickets and no more spankings. Marcia had congratulated herself on her deft handling of the situation. Patty was a much more careful driver since her punishment. And Marcia was not at risk of a spanking of her own. She had been driving for twenty-five years and had never gotten a ticket of any kind, let alone a speeding ticket. Though she could ill afford to give up the five thousand dollars, that point was moot; she was never going to get a ticket.
But then it happened. She was running late getting home to make dinner before she had to go to her book club, when the flashing lights appeared behind her. She glanced down and realized that she was going well above the posted limit. The police officer was polite but firm as he wrote the ticket. He noticed that Marcia was visibly shaken and flushed but he assumed that this was because of getting a ticket. Fines for speeding were steep and people often reacted badly to getting one.
But that was not it at all. The only thing on Marcia's mind as the officer stood there making out the ticket was her agreement with her daughter. Patty was going to spank her!
When Marcia arrived home Patty noticed that her mother was upset.
"What's wrong, Mom?" she asked with concern.
Instead of answering, Marcia handed Patty the ticket.
"A speeding ticket? You got a speeding ticket? I guess you know what that means."
Marcia had nodded glumly. "But I have Book Club tonight. Can we do it tomorrow night after dinner?"
Patty had agreed. "I guess we can do that. But you are really going to go through with it, right, Mom?"
Marcia quavered a bit as she replied. "Of course I will. I never go back on my word."
But putting things off until the next day may have been a mistake. All Marcia could think of all day was that her daughter was going to spank her.
And now the time was approaching. After dinner Patty had ordered her mother to go to her room and undress to her underwear, and stand in the corner until she came up to spank her. (This had been the procedure that Marcia had followed when Marcia had spanked Patty, so it seemed natural to follow it now.)
So Marcia had gone to her bedroom, undressed and placed herself in the corner. She shivered slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Soon she heard her daughter's footsteps on the stairs. She blushed slightly as Patty entered the bedroom and said, "Very good, Mother. I'm glad you followed my directions. Now shall we get on with your first spanking?"
Patty seated herself on the stool by her mother's make-up table.
"Come on, Mother, over my lap," Patty said with a little giggle. She was looking forward to this. Her mother had really spanked her severely last year and now she was going to get even.
Whimpering slightly, Marcia walked slowly to her daughter's side and awkwardly got over her lap. Soon she felt her daughter's fingers in the waistband of her panties.
"Lift up, Mom," Patty said, "so we can get these down and get down to business."
Continuing to follow directions, Marcia lifted herself off her daughter's lap so Patty could slide her panties down her legs. Patty pulled them down to Marcia's knees, leaving Marcia's bottom and thighs bare for her upcoming punishment.
Patty rested her hand on her mother's bare bottom for a moment and then began the spanking. Since she was so inexperienced her first few spanks were tentative and hardly made any impression at all.
Marcia sighed with relief. If this is all that the spankings amount to, this will be a breeze.
Unfortunately for Marcia, Patty realized her mistake and began spanking in earnest. Marcia was no longer relieved. These spanks really stung! But she resolved to endure them without reacting. She gritted her teeth and held on. After about three minutes of constant spanking, she wasn't sure that she could continue to hold out. While she had managed not to cry out, tears had begun forming in her eyes.
But at that point, Patty stopped the spanking and said, "All right, Mom, back in the corner."
Marcia had expected this. She always had her daughters stand in the corner after a spanking. Again she felt a sense of relief. Was it over? Of course it wasn't.
Patty said, "You will have ten minutes of corner time and then we will begin your real punishment - the hairbrush spanking."
Oh, damn, thought Marcia. I forgot that's what I used on her last year. I'll bet that's much worse than a hand spanking.
That's a bet that Marcia would have won.
In ten minutes Patty called for mother to get back over her lap for the rest of her spanking. Marcia's panties had fallen to her ankles causing her to waddle over to her daughter. In a way she didn't mind. While it was a little humiliating, it did delay the spanking.
But soon enough she was back over Patty's lap with her bottom upturned and vulnerable. Patty rubbed her mother's smooth and pink backside with the hairbrush, recalling just how much she had hated being spanked with it.
And now it was her turn to use it on her mother. Patty was determined to make the most of her opportunity, so she began with a flurry of hard spanks to the center of her mother's bottom cheeks, quickly going from cheek to cheek.
Marcia reacted at once. The pain was intense. She twisted violently to avoid the punishing blows and yelled out, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" So much for her resolve not to react.
Then she realized that Patty had stopped spanking her. Had Patty realized that she had gone too far? Did she feel bad about hurting her mother? Unfortunately for Marcia, that was not the case at all.
"What did you say, Mother?" Patty asked.
Oh, no! Marcia realized what had happened. She hadn't even been aware that she had cursed when she was being spanked. But she knew that she had done so now. Marcia had never allowed her daughters to get away with that. They always got a special punishment for swearing during a spanking. Would Patty also follow that procedure? Would she wash out her own mother's mouth with soap?
Of course she would.
"All right, Mom," Patty said. "Off my lap. We need to make a little side trip before we continue your spanking."
Once again Marcia got off her daughter's lap. Patty then took her by the hand and led her into her bathroom. She stood her mother directly in front of the mirror over the sink and said, "Wait right here."
Bending down to look under the sink, she found what she was looking for - a brand new bar of soap. She unwrapped the bar and turned on the water. She then ran the water over the soap making sure it was lathering up nicely.
Marcia could not stop herself from watching, scarcely believing what was about to happen to her.
"Open up," Patty ordered.
Marcia closed her eyes and opened her mouth as ordered.
"Oh no," said Patty. "Open your eyes. I want you to watch your punishment so you can remember what happens to naughty women who curse when they are being spanked."
With a soft sigh, Marcia opened her eyes and saw herself in the bathroom mirror. Her reflection revealed a slightly teary-eyed woman with makeup starting to run. But she also saw the soap in her daughter's hand dripping gooey bubbles into the sink.
Once again Patty said, "Open wide, Mother."
Taking a deep breath Marcia complied with her daughter's order and opened her mouth to accept her fate.
Her fate was not long in coming. The soap entered her mouth at once. Patty plunged it in and out of her mother's mouth, dragging it along her tongue and teeth, leaving a gooey residue that would not be easy to remove. Mother and daughter watched the mouth soaping together in the mirror, the soap going in and out, in and out. Then Patty changed her method. She put the soap in and pushed it to one side of her mother's mouth, soaping the left cheek thoroughly before doing the same to the right side. Marcia watched in morbid fascination, tears now dripping freely down her face, accompanied by the discharge from her runny nose.
Having finished this part of her mother's punishment, Patty said, "Now bite down on the soap and keep it there for another ten minutes of corner punishment."
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