by Frank Martinet
One minute Lee and her mother were having a friendly conversation, reminiscing about past Christmases, and then everything changed. Lee felt the frost in the air and froze, her eyes going wide as she realized her mistake.
"Mom, why are you looking at me like that?" she said, her voice cracking awkwardly. It felt like an ice cube was sliding down her spine.
"I can't believe that it was you who broke that ornament," growled the older woman. "It was my favorite. All these years I've blamed it on the dog!"
Lee blushed. "I know, I should have told you, but I thought-"
"You thought I'd put you over my knee and paddle your bee-hind apple red, is that it?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Well, that's exactly what is going to happen, young lady. You might be 27 and all grown up, but you're still my daughter and when you misbehave you get a blistered bottom!"
Lee gasped. "Mom! You can't spank me for something that happened nearly 20 years ago!"
"Why not?"
"Because-" Her mind went blank for a moment. "Uh, isn't there some sort of statute of limitations?"
"Not in my household. Now you get that derrière off that sofa and fetch me my good hairbrush. You know the one. And better bring the Slab of Justice, too!"
"Mom, are you serious? Just because I broke an old Christmas ornament?"
"You'd better move before I start counting," warned the woman.
Lee gulped and ran upstairs to the master bedroom. She could feel her mother's eyes on her swaying seat as she mounted the steps and she wondered if the tight denim shorts she wore had inspired the woman. Though it was nearly Christmas, Texas was still as hot as a turnip truck and the ridiculously skimpy shorts showed off Lee's posterior globes in a way that she adored. She couldn't resist wearing them, but maybe they had reminded her mom that it had been too long since her last spanking.
The polished rosewood brush was on the dresser as always. Lee shivered as she gripped the familiar weapon, heavy with the promise of agony, the shudder traveling all the way down to the wobbling moons of her ass.
"Oh boy, are you in for it," she breathed, her heart thudding. It was like she was a teenager again.
On her way back to the living room, Lee stopped off in the study where her mom's sorority paddle was displayed on the wall. The 22inch board was thick and imposing, and Lee well remembered numerous sessions with it not that long ago. It had become the preferred implement when Lee was in college and she had, to quote her mother, "the bottom for it." The Slab of Justice required large sturdy cheeks and Lee was overqualified in that department. She cringed as she lifted the heavy board and thought about how badly it burned bare buttocks.
A minute later the young woman was standing meekly before her mother and reluctantly wiggling out of her shorts. The thick denim would have been great protection, but she knew her mother would never allow that. Even the thong panties had to come down.
In the shorts Lee's ass had looked spectacularly shapely, plump and jutting with an attractive voluptuousness that drew every eye. Without them, the succulent shape was even better. The cheeks were rounder and seemed even larger, with a deep cleft between mighty mounds. Lee's tawny skin was glossy silk, the soft flesh aching for attention.
Being tipped over her mother's lap was not a new experience for Lee. Growing up, hardly a week went by without her performing the act, and college hadn't changed that schedule much, though she'd usually been bending for the paddle. After graduation she had still been subject to the occasional correction, her mom making up for the infrequency with extra vigor in her application of the wood. The last time had been more than two years ago, however, so Lee's big bare cheeks trembled in dreadful anticipation.
The mighty hairbrush quickly attacked the hearty hinds, leaving behind pink blotches that tingled like Texas nettles. Lee grunted and groaned, wiggling as her buttocks heated up. The spanking was splendidly hard, as always, and it lasted a long time. At least twice Lee was convinced the punishment had to be near conclusion, only to be proven awfully mistaken as the wicked brush continued its good work for hours more time. Every inch of the broad buns were toasted until Lee's cheeks were cherry red.
Geez, Mom must have really liked that stupid angel ornament, Lee thought as her buttocks steamed and pulsed. She held her breath, wondering if the spanking was over or just on pause.
Finally her ass was slapped and she was told to rise. "It's time for some Justice," said her mother sternly, picking up the sorority paddle.
"God, Mom, I'm really sorry about that ornament," Lee babbled. "I didn't know it was so special."
"That little spanking was for breaking it. With twenty years of inflation and interest, of course. You're getting the paddle for not telling me at the time."
Lee groaned and assumed the position, bent with her hands on her knees and her red ass thrust out. Lee's mom had been the pledge mistress of her sorority and knew how to wield a slab of wood. She swung with both hands and every wallop could be heard a block away. At least that's how it felt to Lee, whose ass sizzled and shook. The burning of the board was always terrible and this time was no exception. Twenty-five licks left Lee's rump approaching purple.
"I'm sorry for breaking the ornament and not telling you, Mom," Lee sobbed as her mother rested the back of her hand on her blazing buns to judge the heat.
"I'm sure you are now. But you can take more. Another ten. And I want you to count them."
Lee hated having to ask for swats, but didn't dare disobey. "Please give me number one," she said, bracing herself for the loud and stingy blow. It came, a terrific blast square across both mounds, nice and low, the force lifting Lee up off her heels.
It was thirty seconds of eye-watering before she was composed enough to ask for the second, and then the third. Her ass was on fire, but there'd be no mercy coming from above. Lee just had to take the punishment. She slowly took the dose, mixing up five and asking for it twice in her agony, not that her mother let her off the extra.
Finally it was time for the final swat. "Please, give me the last one," she begged, breathing heavily.
"How should I give it?"
Lee knew the ritual and shuddered. "Extra-hard, please. Make it memorable."
Her mother did. The blast rocked the house and scared away birds in the park two blocks away. Lee saw redness and stars for a full minute before she became aware of the searing pain engulfing her buttocks. Then she howled.
"You're forgiven now, honey. Now go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes."
Only once she was ensconced in the shadowy corner did Lee dare grin. Her plan had worked even better than she'd expected. She'd only expected the paddle, but the spanking had been terrific. Getting both was well worth the little lie. Lee didn't know who had broken the ornament. For all she knew, it really had been the dog!
Lee was wearing the spanking shorts again. She'd thought of the skimpy denims that way ever since her paddling at Christmas, when she confessed to breaking her mom's favorite Christmas ornament nearly twenty years earlier when she was eight years old. The shorts showed off Lee's abundant backside and practically screamed "spank me!"
Now the 27-year-old was back for another motherly visit and she had a feeling her buns wouldn't escape the "Slab of Justice," her mother's old sorority paddle. Not that Lee minded - that was her whole point in coming home!
"You remember when you paddled me at Christmas, Mom? For that old angel ornament?"
"Of course, dear. I don't have dementia yet. Is your bee-hind still sore?"
"Not at all. It's just... well, I got to thinking about things and I remembered something else you didn't spank me for when I was a kid. I've always felt guilty about it and-"
"And you think a paddling now will make up for lost time?"
"I did atone for that ornament and though you were pretty strict, I felt better afterward."
"No problem, dear. I'm happy to help. Now confess what you did."
"It was when I was about ten and we all went to New Orleans. I stole a twenty dollar bill out of your purse while you were in the shower. I remember you were pretty upset when it went missing. You grilled Becca and I pretty hard."
"I remember that vividly," said Lee's mom. "But I strip-searched you girls and your things and you didn't have it."
Lee blushed. "That's because I went to the front desk and exchanged it for four fives."
"Why you little devil! I ought to spank you until Sunday dinner!"
"I'm sorry, Mom. I knew it was wrong and I've regretted it ever since."
"Not half as much as you will in a few minutes. Now go get the brush and paddle and your daddy's strop. You won't be sitting for the next week."
Lee shivered as she trotted away to fetched the weapons. Getting whipped hadn't been in the plan, but at least it was from her mother and not her dad. As she gathered the items, she wondered what had really happened to the twenty dollar bill. She supposed her mom had spent it and forgotten it, or maybe her dad had used it. Or maybe Becca had actually been clever enough to take it. Lee's little sister could be quite conniving. Not that it mattered now - it was Lee's big buns that were going to pay the price.
Bringing everything back to her mom in the living room, Lee had an idea. "Would you mind giving me a few with Justice over my shorts?" she asked. "Just to warm me up?"
"You know those licks won't count," said her mother. "Has to be on bare skin to count."
"I know, but they won't hurt much over denim and the warming will make the rest of the spanking easier."
None of that was true, of course. Lee's panties were thongs and the jean shorts were threadbare, so the covering wouldn't protect much. But since she'd bought the shorts a year ago she'd been itching to experience a paddling over them.
This time she braced herself against a wall, arms out, legs wide, and her denim-covered ass hanging in the air all round and vulnerable. The shorts were so skimpy that bits of juicy buttock flesh bulged out the leg holes at the bottom. That skin would be blistered raw by the time her paddling was done, Lee knew. The thrill of that sent her sex dripping.
The paddle exploded across her ass, stinging more than she'd expected. But the first whacks were always more intense. She gritted her teeth as more pain rained down and thrilled at the way the denim shorts trapped in the heat. After just five spanks, her butt was roasting. She didn't know how many her mom would give her over the shorts, which made it exciting. With every fresh spank she was gleefully grunting at the sting and reminding herself that it didn't even count!
She got ten good ones that left her rump swollen and sore, sizzling nicely. Taking off the shorts for more was awesome.
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