by John Chard
Susan Brooks sat on her comfortable family-room sofa, her legs curled up beneath her, enjoying the latest issue of Home and Garden. A calming cup of chamomile tea sat steaming on the end table near her elbow. Once she'd finished the first of the articles she'd earmarked earlier, she set the magazine down, stretched and sighed contentedly, basking in the quiet before taking another sip of tea. Although she still felt the occasional twinge of anxiety when contemplating her impending empty nest, she had to admit that she was enjoying the peace and tranquility facilitated by a rare evening with the house to herself.
Most of the day, it had seemed as if she were living in a lunatic asylum. Her husband, Bill Sr. was scrambling to pack for yet another business trip and, as was usually the case, he couldn't find a half dozen vital items. She'd been compelled to locate most of them for him, all the while thinking how much it was like trying to pack a small boy off to camp.
Bill Jr. was also packing for a hiking trip with several of his buddies; their last big adventure before leaving for their first year of college. And then, of course, there was her oldest child, Shelly. She and her friend, Katie, were underfoot, primping for their big night out in celebration of Jill Tucci's twenty-first birthday. Jill was the youngest member of her daughter's little triumvirate, but not by much. The girls' birthdays were roughly a month apart; Shelly's in June, Katie's in July, and Jill's in August.
She had spent much of the day mediating the usual petty disputes between Shelly and Bill and even a rare spat between Shelly and Katie concerning their wardrobe for the evening. Both girls had been tom-boys when growing up and still were at heart. Occasions where they were required to wear girl clothes and make-up seemed to always cause them considerable anxiety. It was, in fact, the more girly Jill, who usually advised them in such matters, but she was spending the day shopping with her mother and no doubt giving her mother's gold card a serious workout.
She had to smile thinking back on the girls' argument. When it became apparent that her peace making efforts were yielding little, she had coolly asked Shelly if they needed to continue the discussion down the hall in the master bedroom. The look on both girls' faces was priceless.
Shelly knew that, at her own request, she was still very much eligible for a sound spanking across her mother's lap. That unusual arrangement had come about as a result of her daughter's life long, and until recent history, secret fascination with corporal punishment and her all too overt hatred of being grounded. Susan Brooks had no such authority over Katie, of course, but her daughter's life-long chum had been treated to the experience once in recent history.
Following the girls' last major misadventure together, Katie and Jill had presented themselves at the Brooks home the next day and in a show of sisterly solidarity, insisted on suffering the same punishment that Shelly had received. After sitting them both down and making sure they understood exactly what that would mean, she had indeed treated them both to a sound, bare fanny, spanking; the first of either girl's life and, she was sure an experience they would never forget.
As soon as she'd uttered her threat it was clear that Katie had assumed that she was being included in the invite to the woodshed. In any event, the ploy worked. The girls resolved their disagreement with remarkable alacrity.
She had little trouble understanding their reaction. Her own mother had spanked her soundly whenever she'd deserved it and had continued to do so right up to the time she moved out on her own. At the time she'd been sure that she was the only teenage girl living in the 1980s that still got spanked over her mother's knee. She had to admit, though, that once you'd had the experience and knew that it would be repeated if needed, it seldom took more than the threat of a spanking to curb a girls more unflattering behavior.
A chiming mantel clock alerted her to the hour of 9:30 and she weighed the thought of another cup of tea against retiring to her bedroom for the evening. She seldom stayed up past 10:30 and she was sure Shelly wouldn't be home until late. Thinking back on the out of town concert debacle that had given her cause to tan three young ladies' bottoms, she took considerable comfort in the knowledge that Jill's mother, Anna-Marie Tucci, had rented a limo to chauffeur the girls for the evening.
That should go a long way towards keeping them out of trouble, she thought. At least I hope it will.
Finally deciding on another cup of tea, she'd just gotten to her feet when she heard the front door open. Stepping out of the family room, she saw all three girls trotting through the portal. They were quite a sight, resplendent in short, snug cocktail dresses, stiletto-heeled shoes and rather vampish make-up. The petite Jill was the standout in scarlet red. Shelly was wearing black and Katie's generous curves were encased in an electric blue number that seemed to be struggling to contain the girl's ample breasts. She couldn't help noticing that they were all looking a little glassy-eyed.
"Well," she said, looking at the trio, "did the town run out of booze already or is this just a pit stop?"
"Hi, mom," said Shelly, her speech slightly slurred. "Pit stop, sort of."
Susan Brooks raised an eyebrow at her daughter's evasive tone. "And what does that mean exactly?"
"We need a favor for Jill," Katie offered, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What can I do for the birthday girl?" she asked, her suspicion growing by the second.
"Nothing," Jill said, attempting to execute an about face. "Forget we stopped by;"
Her attempted escape was cut off by Shelly and Katie who promptly turned their smaller friend back around.
"She wants a birthday spanking," said Shelly, barely getting the words out through her giggles.
"I didn't say I want one," Jill protested. "I just know you won't stop bugging about it until I get one."
Susan Brooks had to work hard to suppress a giggle of her own. "Well, I appreciate you thinking of me, Jill," she said, "but I think your friends should probably give you your birthday spanking."
"Well, you heard mom," Shelly said, taking Jill by the arm, "spanking time for you, young lady."
"No," Jill said, firmly yanking her arm from Shelly's grasp. She turned to Susan Brooks. "They'll be mean, I want you to."
"When were we ever mean to you?" Shelly asked.
"How about that time when we were eleven and you guys tied me up and hung me upside down from the swing set."
"We were playing Xena Warrior Princess," said Katie, "and you were Gabriel."
"Yeah," said Shelly. "Gabriel always got captured and tied up."
"You left me there for a half hour. I was dizzy for three days."
"Ten years and three days, more like," Katie said under her breath.
"I heard that," Jill said, glaring at her friend.
Watching the argument escalate, Susan Brooks decided that she'd better act before things got ugly. "Do you really want me to give you your birthday spanking, Jill?"
"Yes," she said almost pouting.
"And how do you know that I won't be mean?" she asked, making sure it was obvious that she was only teasing.
"Because I've been real good," Jill said, "and I'm your Jilly-Bean and you love me." she added, invoking her childhood nickname.
"Well, you are my Jilly-Bean," Susan Brooks said, "and if it will get you girls back on the road, I guess I can give a little birthday spanking. Shelly, how about you fetch me one of those chairs from the dinner table."
"Yes, ma'am," her daughter said gleefully hurrying to carry out the order.
Once the requested chair was in position, Susan Brooks seated her self. "All right, birthday girl," she said crooking a neatly manicured finger at the petite red-head, "come and get it."
Although she was still feeling nicely buzzed from the three cocktails she'd enjoyed earlier, Jill still felt her heart jump when Susan Brooks beckoned her to the spanking chair. She couldn't help but mentally flash back to her last experience across the buxom woman's lap. The spanking she'd received on that occasion had been the most painful experience of her life, but she knew in her heart that she deserved it. She'd behaved stupidly and she'd gotten Shelly in awful trouble and she'd disappointed Susan Brooks, whom she thought of as a second mom. That was a much worse, deep inside kind of hurt and as bad as the spanking had been, she had felt a lot better after it was over, just like Shelly said she would.
The most important thing to her mind though, was that she'd gone through with it. She hadn't chickened out, like she had at the big water slide or the time they'd all forged their parents' signatures to take an introductory sky diving lesson. She put her big girl panties on and took her spanking. It hurt and she cried, but no more than big, tough Katie had. She actually felt closer to Shelly and Katie when it was over; more like an equal and in a weird way she felt closer to Susan Brooks too.
This isn't going to be like that time though, she assured herself. This is just a silly birthday game really. She's even smiling.
As Susan Brooks beckoned the petite redhead she couldn't help but remember how anxious the girl had been the first time she'd spanked her. She'd actually had to take her by the arm and march her the last few steps to the vanity bench. Thankfully, the girl was showing more pluck this time around. She just let out a little sigh and stepped up to the chair. Whether the girl's new found courage was the result of some recent inner growth or just a generous helping of rum, she didn't know.
"You're not going to spank me as hard as the last time, are you?" Jill asked, instinctively covering her bottom with both hands.
Susan Brooks just couldn't resist the impulse to tease her a little. "Well, I don't know," she said. "Have you really been a good girl like you said?"
"I have," Jill insisted. "I've been thinking before I act and everything."
"And what about this naughty little dress?" she asked, continuing her teasing of the birthday girl.
Jill's lower lip came out in a pout. "I'm not naughty; I just dress that way sometimes," she said, blushing slightly.
"Well, I guess I won't have to be too hard on you then," she said, taking Jill by the hand and gently turning her over her lap. "I do think a birthday spanking should be on the bare fanny though," she added, to the obvious delight of Shelly and Katie.
"No, not bare," Jill begged.
"Oh, it wouldn't be a proper birthday spanking if it wasn't on the bare bottom," she said. "After all, it was bare when the doctor spanked it."
"But I didn't have any say about that," Jill protested. "I couldn't talk yet."
Susan Brooks turned to Shelly and Katie. "What do you think, girls? Should it be on the bare?"
"Definitely," Shelly said, grinning and nodding emphatically.
"It's not a real birthday spanking if it isn't bare," Katie agreed.
Susan Brooks nodded. "Somehow I thought you two would see it that way." She grabbed the hem of the little red dress and rucked it up, revealing two white cheeks separated by a thin strip of red material.
"My, what naughty little thong panties we have on," she continued her teasing.
"No, they're not naughty," Jill protested. "I just don't like panty lines. Nobody likes panty lines."
"Well, on the bright side, there's no need to pull those down," Susan Brooks said giving the apple round cheeks a pat. "That bottom is definitely bare enough for birthday spanking purposes. Are you ready, birthday girl?"
"I'm ready, but please, please not too hard," Jill whined.
As Susan Brooks tightened her grip on the little lady in red across her lap, she had to admit that she was actually looking forward to smacking that cute little cheerleader, bubble butt now that there weren't so many negative emotions involved.
So cute you don't know whether to hug her or spank her, bubbled up from the dark recesses of her memory. It was something her mother used to say. She'd always thought it an odd saying when she was little, but holding the bare bottomed redhead across her lap she had to admit that if there was a girl in the world for whom the expression was apropos, it was Jillian Marie Tucci.
"Twenty-one spanks for the birthday girl," Susan Brooks announced raising her hand.
"Remember to make her count out loud," Shelly said, before her mother's hand could fall.
Susan Brooks gave her daughter a wry look. "Actually, I think it would be nice if you two would count for your friend," she said.
"Works for me," Katie said.
"Me too," said Shelly.
"Okay, Jilly-Bean," Susan Brooks warned while raising her hand. "Here they come."
"Wait, wait," Katie said, once again aborting the spanking. "We need the thingy."
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