by Louise Watson
"Caroline Ann Johnson, meet me in the living room at 7 pm precisely my girl, with my hairbrush," Mum said sternly as she left the lounge where I was watching TV.
On hearing those dreaded words, I felt faint. I'm a nineteen year old PE student training to be a teacher but I felt like some little child who learned her bottom would soon be red and throbbing and she would be howling, as I always do when Mum smacks my bottom soundly. My hands immediately went to my bottom and I rubbed even though I had not even been smacked yet. I felt extremely embarrassed that Mum told me to wear my spanking knickers under my white cotton shorty nightie. My spanking knickers are a hideous pair of my old bottle-green school knickers, two sizes too small, with elasticated waist and legs that leave red marks around my legs and tummy. It was impossible to concentrate on the television after that, and I just sat there looking at the clock. As the time whizzed around to 6:50 pm. I got up and headed for my room, feeling slightly sick, and changed into my nightie and clambered into the hideous bottle-green knickers. I left my room and went into Mum's room to pick up the damned hairbrush that would soon be making me howl. I hurried down the stairs and presented myself to Mum as the clock struck 7. I stood by her side and handed her the hairbrush.
She slapped both my legs. "Hands on head girl," she ordered.
She then indicated that I should stand immediately in front of her, which I did with alacrity. She slid both her hands under my nightie and pulled my knickers down to my ankles. Once my spanking knickers were at my ankles she told me to step out of them. Giving a satisfied nod, she folded them and placed them on the table at her side.
She then grasped my wrist and dragged me across her knee and spent some moments ensuring my bottom was in position.
"Keep this naughty bottom up young lady, while I blister it for your disgusting behaviour towards Mrs Addison," Mum said in no uncertain manner. She then began applying her wooden hairbrush to my naked upturned bottom full force. I was howling and pleading within a matter of swats but Mum simply swatted away at the meatiest part of my bottom before working the hairbrush down the backs of my thighs which had me crying, kicking and writhing across her knee like some nine-year old. Mum spent an entire 10 minutes smacking the heavy wooden brush into my bottom, thighs and sit spots with a force that simply broke me, until I lay limp like a doll sobbing uncontrollably.
After Mum let me off her knee, my hands immediately flew to my bottom, as I rubbed away at my swollen, throbbing and burning cheeks. I was allowed to continue my 'fire dance' for a few minutes, before Mum grabbed me by the ear and led me to the corner, smacking the backs of my legs all the way there. I was left with my nose on the corner and hands on my head, to cry and reflect for a whole hour as my bare and throbbing bottom was displayed to the room.
At 8:15 Mum marched me to my bedroom and put me into a fresh pair of knickers and nightie, and tucked me into bed on my tummy, with me still sobbing pathetically and my bottom throbbing unmercifully.
She kissed me goodnight and left stating, "Any noise child, and you will be back over my knee for more of the same." Then she was gone.
I cried myself to sleep vowing never to be rude to an older person ever again.
I had gone out on Saturday night with my girlfriend Janet but before leaving home, my mother told me that I had to be in by midnight.
I looked at her and insolently said, "Yes mother," in the way girls do before flouncing out and walking to Janet's house, where she had a taxi waiting to take us into town. After a delightful meal washed down with lots of Pinot Grigio, I looked at my watch and discovered it was well past midnight. Janet and I kept chatting and eventually left the restaurant about 1:30am so it was about 2: am when I actually arrived home.
I opened the door quietly and taking my shoes off, crept up the stairs to my room. I didn't put the light on but simply undressed, dropping all my clothes on the floor and climbed into bed. Only then did I put the light on and discovered a note from Mum on my bedside table. It said that she had waited up for me but decided when it got to 1 am, to go to bed. It went on that we would be having a mother/daughter chat about my behaviour on Sunday morning. On reading that, my tummy did somersaults and I clenched and unclenched the cheeks of my bottom, knowing what was coming. I eventually fell into a troubled sleep.
It was 9:30 am when Mum shouted up the stairs, "I want you down here in five minutes young lady. Put on your nightie with a pair of knickers underneath and don't forget to get the hairbrush from my room."
I jumped out of bed, still stark naked, hurriedly put on a clean pair of knickers and my nightie, before going to Mum's bedroom to retrieve the dreaded hairbrush. I padded downstairs wearing a blue shorty nightie with matching cotton full-fitting knickers. I went into kitchen for breakfast and Mum said not a word which was very ominous, and it was then that I knew it would all end in tears, specifically mine, caused by a much blistered bottom.
"What time did you get into this house young lady?!" she shouted.
"About 2 o'clock," I replied not daring to look Mum in the face.
"What time did I tell you to be in this house by Caroline, after letting you talk me into letting you out?" she continued in the same strict tone.
"Midnight Mum, but I just lost all track of the time," I whispered in reply. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me?"
"Well after breakfast you can do some clock watching as I do some blistering to that naughty little bottom of yours," she stated. "I think I'd better get the timer don't you, Caroline? Now eat your breakfast while you can as you are going to be a very sorry girl when I am through with your bottom. Not only that, and I never thought I would have to tell my grown up daughter this again, but you are also grounded for the rest of this month young lady."
I ate my breakfast as slowly as possible trying to put off the hair brushing I knew was imminent when Mum suddenly pulled me from my seat by the ear and simply delivered a flurry of hard hand smacks to the backs of my legs. "Now eat your breakfast correctly Caroline Anne Johnson, and then we can get those knickers of yours down, Missy."
I went back to my breakfast eating up the rest of my cereal and finishing my coffee. Seeing that I was finished, she told me to come and stand in front of her, which I did quickly, so as not to get into any further trouble. I had to hold my nightie right up as she put her fingers into the waistband of my knickers and slowly pulled them down until they nestled around my knees. I was blushing like a ten-year-old at my exposure but Mum ignored me and simply pulled me across her lap and readied me for what was to come. She picked up the hairbrush, and ignoring my begging and pleading, lit a fire in my poor bottom over the next ten or so minutes.
Her last stroke was as hard as the first and despite all my wriggling, squirming and howling, she stuck to her task and left me a broken and howling little girl. She allowed me to stay over her knee until my tears had become sobs and then helped me up and allowed me to do what she called my fire dance, which entailed rubbing my throbbing bottom. She let me do that for a good three or four minutes, before escorting me to the corner, pinning up my nightie so my well smacked bottom was on display and leaving me there for an hour or so.
I did not get my knickers back that day and Mum made me do chores the whole day and put me to bed at 4:30 that afternoon where I cried at the unfairness of it all.
While Aunt Tricia, my mother's sister was in hospital, my cousin Melissa and I stayed with Aunt Caroline. She wasn't really an aunt but a close friend of Aunt Tricia. She was also the Gym Mistress at our school and the coach of the Netball team that Melissa and I played on. She was very strict and did not allow any of the girls to get away with anything at school. She also had spanking rights to most of the girls on the Netball team and Melissa and I had been over her knee for a bare bottom spanking on more than one occasion.
Melissa was allowed to share my bed and we got up to all sorts of naughty things while Aunt Caroline was asleep in her room. Melissa liked to spank my bottom, which she did frequently, and after she put me to work between her legs until I brought her to orgasm. She then reciprocated and took me to heaven with her fingers. Our behaviour got naughtier and naughtier as time went on, until finally Aunt Caroline had had enough, and decided that the pair of us ought to be taught a lesson we wouldn't forget in a hurry. For two eighteen year old sixth formers, the thought of being spanked like little girls was hugely embarrassing, but that did not stop us answering back, being cheeky to Aunt Caroline and not doing any of the jobs around the house that we had been assigned.
Finally Aunt Caroline snapped and stormed into the room where Melissa and I were playing on the X-Box, switched it off and shouted at us. "Get into the kitchen, get all the crockery and cutlery washed, dried and put away and then meet me back in living room in 15 minutes."
As we passed Aunt Caroline through the kitchen door she stopped us and first lifted my skirt, turned me around, and kneeling next to me planted ten smacks down the back of both my legs which stung so much and left horrid red hand prints visible. Next she raised Melissa's dress at the back and did exactly the same. Like me, she soon had Melissa hopping and tearful with her vivid hand print glowing red down the back of Melissa's legs.
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