by DJ Black
"Maybe a break is just what you need," Pete sighed. "When will you be back?"
"I don't know that I am coming back," Helen snapped.
"Don't be silly, it is just a little holiday, we will talk when you return," Pete asserted with more conviction than he felt. In fact, he felt sick.
"Oh Mum, this is stupid. I don't want to go," Sophie, their 17-year-old daughter wailed petulantly. "I'm supposed to go to a party this Saturday."
"I don't have time for this. Just get in the car," Helen sighed in exasperation.
As the car drove away, Pete called after them, "Call me."
That had been three days before. Helen's mother Geraldine had a nice house by the sea in Devon and had been delighted to see them, but couldn't help wondering if her daughter had done the right thing.
Sophie definitely did not share the pleasure of this last minute vacation.
"Can't we go home, this is so boring?" she said, pouting.
"Why don't we go into the town and walk on the sea front and get some ice cream later?" Geraldine suggested patiently.
"Oh Geraldine, I am not a kid anymore." Sophie rolled her eyes up.
"Sophie, don't call your grandmother that!" Helen gasped.
"Well that's her name, isn't it?" Sophie snapped. "What am I suppose to call her? Granny? She isn't sixty yet for fuck's sake."
"Sophie!" Helen was horrified.
"Oh don't be so stuffy," Sophie groaned, flouncing off. A little shocked herself that she had said what she had. Not that she would admit it.
"Sophie Warrington, you come back here at once!" Helen spluttered. "I don't know where she gets it from," Helen said in frustration.
Geraldine studied her daughter as she remembered another 17-year-old long ago.
"Don't you?" she said quietly as a smile played about her lips.
"Helen, maybe you should go back to Pete. Even by your account, he is only trying to do what's best," Geraldine suggested gently.
"Oh mother I do wish you would mind your own business," Helen growled.
"I am only saying ..." Geraldine said patiently.
"Only saying what? Please Mother, don't interfere."
Helen found Sophie flicking the channels of the old TV in the living room.
"There's only five channels on this f-"
"Don't you dare!" Helen barked.
"Flipping thing," Sophie finished.
"I really don't like your attitude," Helen challenged. "What do you mean by swearing in front of your grandmother like that? And as for calling her Geraldine, wherever did you learn to think that was appropriate?"
"Oh Mother, you are so last week!" Sophie rolled her eyes up and lolled back onto the sofa.
"As long as you live under my roof you will not talk in that way."
"Whatever," Sophie pouted.
"Don't you whatever me!" Helen snapped, jabbing at the space between them with her finger.
Geraldine had followed her daughter in from the garden and was now listening outside the door to the lounge.
"Well we wouldn't even be having this stupid conversation if you hadn't had a stupid argument with Dad. Just because he said we couldn't go to the rubbish Algarve this year. Who wants to go there anyway, it's boring. Just like coming here is boring," Sophie said.
"The argument between me and your dad has nothing to do with you."
Outside the room, Geraldine's amused detachment at her granddaughter's antics was suddenly replaced with anger. So, the holiday to Portugal was off. Because of her son-in-law's money troubles, no doubt. That was at the root of her daughter's tiff with her husband.
Inside the room the argument was getting even more heated. Helen stood glowering at her daughter. She remembered what had happened when she had challenged her mother this way at around the same age.
"Go to your room," Helen said choking back tears.
"Or what?" Sophie sneered.
"Or I will put you across my knee," Helen said darkly.
Sophie might have laughed. But there was something about the way her mother had said it.
"You can't, it's ... it's not done," Sophie was flustered. "Anyway, I am way too old for that."
"Too old is it?" Helen said angrily.
As she said it, her eyes fell upon the old clothes brush still in its place on the mantelpiece; the same mantelpiece where she had often stood to eat her supper off during her rebellious teenage years, and the same brush, applied to her bare bottom that had been the cause of her standing at the mantle in the first place.
Helen took a deep breath. The brush was something that she never would have touched while she still lived there. Now it felt strangely welcome in her hand.
"What's that?" Sophie asked nervously.
"This is what I am going to use to spank you with," Helen said simply.
"You wouldn't ... I mean you can't ... you..." Sophie knew there was a smart comment that would put her mother in her place if she could only think of it.
Helen tapped the brush gently on her palm as she advanced towards her daughter.
"Come on now this is silly." Sophie swallowed as she took a step back.
"No, what is silly is that I have put up with your attitude for so long, young lady," Helen said firmly. "I am going to put you over my knee and give you a very long hard spanking on your bare bottom."
Sophie retreated backwards towards the far side of the room, her eyes studying the brush.
"Mummy?" Sophie wailed in disbelief.
Helen took her daughter by the arm and led her, half struggling, to the sofa where she sat, pulling Sophie down as she did so. She flipped up her daughter's top that served as a mini dress to reveal the grey clinging leggings that emphasised the girl's expressive bottom.
"Look this isn't cool," Sophie blushed as she began to struggle over her mother's lap. "You can't do this."
Outside the room Geraldine moved to the door, which was ajar and looked through the crack in the doorframe at the proceedings within. She was just in time to see Helen hook her finger in the waist of Sophie's leggings and pull them down with her underwear in one smooth motion.
"Oh!" Sophie gasped in surprise as she felt a breeze on her bare bottom.
Geraldine suppressed a chuckle at this and held her knuckles to her mouth.
The brush swept down with a crack.
"Ow!" Sophie said angrily, twisting on her mother's lap, her eyes fierce with an accusation.
There was a dark pink oval across both cheeks, although more on the right.
"Have you been nude bathing?" Helen asked, observing the even tan on her daughter's thighs as it blended smoothly with her bottom cheeks.
"No!" Sophie lied, suddenly confused and off guard.
"You have, you little madam," Helen barked.
The brush revisited Sophie's bottom extracting another angry yelp, which was quickly followed by another. There was a whole volley of impacts that soon saw the dark pink ovals turn crimson and overlapped leaving the girl's entire bottom an even red.
Sophie bucked and kicked her legs as she expressed her rage. Helen, feeling some satisfaction as she attacked the dark red domes before her, was not deflected from her task.
"Mummy, you can't do this," Sophie growled as she slapped the sofa cushions angrily.
"I think you'll find I can. That sting in your bottom is called a spanking," Helen said facetiously as she spanked on.
"Please!" Sophie's words were suddenly wet.
Helen ignored the plea and if anything spanked harder and faster. Then Sophie broke into one great heaving sob.
"I'm sorry!" she wailed.
"Are you?" Helen asked as she continued the spanking.
"Oh yes Mummy. Really, really sorry."
"What for?" Helen asked, spanking harder, determined to spank each syllable of an apology out of her daughter.
"Swearing. Sunbathing nude. Being nasty."
"So you were nude. Shall we add lying?" Helen spanked on with renewed vigour.
"I'm sorry!" Sophie wailed.
Helen stopped, almost satisfied as her daughter hugged into her, barking out great wailing sobs.
"What got into you? You silly girl," Helen soothed.
"I'm sorry Mummy," Sophie sobbed. Her bottom was really quite red.
"Do you still think you are too old to spank?"
"No Mummy. But please stop, I'll be good."
"If you ever swear like that or whatever me again I'll spank you so hard," Helen chided. "And no more calling your grandmother Geraldine." This last order was punctuated with one last spank. "Now apologise to your grandmother and go to your room."
"Yes Mum," Sophie stood and wiped her face with her sleeves as she unsuccessfully tugged up her leggings.
She couldn't leave the room quickly enough and Helen smiled at the sight of her daughter's very red and still bare bottom as it bobbed out of the door.
Outside, Sophie almost collided with Geraldine.
"Mummy spanked me!" she wailed, blushing to her hairline.
"So I see," Geraldine said imperiously. "I should spank you myself."
"Oh no, Nanna, please. I am sorry." Sophie's eyes went wide as she reverted to her old childish term of endearment.
"Hush now," Geraldine smiled and kissed her granddaughter's forehead. "Now off with you."
Sophie scampered upstairs, her bottom still hanging in the breeze.
"So like her mother," Geraldine laughed. "Speaking of which."
She went into the lounge to confront her daughter who was sitting on the sofa still holding the clothes brush.
"I don't know what came over me," Helen whispered.
"I do," Geraldine snorted.
"Isn't she too old for a spanking? I mean I have never spanked her before," Helen said looking slightly shell-shocked.
"No, she isn't too old for a spanking," Geraldine replied, "any more than you are."
Helen looked up in surprise and saw a long forgotten, but nonetheless familiar look on her mother's face.
"Mummy you can't, I am nearly 38!" Helen swallowed.
"Don't you nearly 38 me. I am going to spank you silly, and I hope you can't sit down for a week," Geraldine said darkly. "Then you are going to call your husband and ask him to come and collect you tomorrow."
"Look this is ridiculous, I mean ... Mummy," Helen protested then shrieked the last word as her mother sat beside her and hauled her over her lap.
As she was only wearing a short summer dress, her bottom was quickly denuded.
Helen's behind was broader than Geraldine remembered and definitely carried more weight. But her daughter was a modern woman and was in good shape with a surprisingly firm pair of buttocks.
"Mummy, please don't!" Helen shrieked.
"Mummy please do!" Geraldine said firmly as she brought the brush down hard on her daughter's bare bottom.
Somewhere upstairs Sophie thought she heard a squeal coming from below but was too busy examining her red bottom in the mirror and feeling sorry for herself to take any notice.
Meanwhile Helen's wrists had been pinned behind her back as the clothes brush plied its ancient trade of administering a sound attitude adjustment.
"Ow! Mummy this is silly!" Helen wailed through gritted teeth and then she growled as her mother spanked on harder.
"Mummy please!" Helen sobbed.
But Geraldine had heard the same words 19 years before and judged that the spanking was only half way through.
It was a good 10 minutes before Helen was allowed to cry herself out as she knelt on the floor watching her mother return the clothes brush to the mantelpiece.
"Now when you are quite finished you can call Pete to apologise," Geraldine snapped.
"Yes Mummy," Helen said miserably praying her mother wouldn't tell anyone.
"And Helen," Geraldine added, "when you are through with the phone, you know where the corner is. You can put yourself there for the rest of the afternoon."
"But Sophie!" Helen gaped.
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