Seegee has been a busy boy, while I've been looking for nominees for this month's SotY (surely there must be some!) and completed a new standalone story. Please enjoy what happens to two naughty teens who try to act older than they really are and are discovered by an unimpressed mother.
From My Spanking Roommate. Ferris is upended over the lap of her best friend's mother.
From Spanked Call Girls. 'Jennykins' gets her behind toasted.
From Spanking Dollars. Ferris is not enjoying this one bit.
Ferris looked at her best friend Jenny
Sandilands, her bottom teeth worrying her upper lip and asked, “Are we really
in for it?”
The dark haired fifteen year old sighed,
rolled her eyes and said, “I think so. The only other time I’ve seen Mum that
steamed was the night with Daniel and his Dad’s car.”
“Oh yeah,” Ferris replied, her blue eyes
distant, remembering the results of that little escapade which had been the
very first spanking of her life, administered over her stepmother’s lap to her
bare bottom with hand and hairbrush.
“You got spanked for that, didn’t you?”
Jenny asked.
Ferris nodded. “Yeah.”
“I got the strap from Daddy, that was after
Mum spanked me,” Jenny said. “So glad Dad’s out of town on business.”
“But your Mum is still going to spank you,’
Ferris pointed out.
“Yeah, and it’s going to suck,” Jenny
sighed. “It’s better than Dad’s belt. You haven’t had the belt, have you?”
Ferris felt her tender adolescent buttocks
contract at the mention of the belt. Jenny was right, she hadn’t yet been
strapped, although it wasn’t out of the question, since the night with the back
of Rebecca Hammond’s hairbrush nothing was. She’d only been spanked once since
that, for breaking curfew. Her father had also been present, but it had been a
hand spanking from Rebecca, it had still hurt however.
“If it had just been the movie,” Jenny
reflected, “we might have been okay, but the booze on top of that…”
“We didn’t even get to drink much,” Ferris
said with a sigh, thinking of the one mouthful of Tequila she had managed
before the girls had been busted by Brenda Sandilands.
The girls stopped talking as the bedroom
door opened and Brenda Sandilands stood in it. “I’ve called your Mum, Ferris
love,” she told the girl. “You two can stay in here until Mrs Hammond and I
have discussed how we’re going to handle this.”
Ferris swallowed hard and said in a soft
voice, “Yes Mrs Sandilands.”
“Oh we’re so in for it!” Jenny moaned as
the door closed with a click behind the back of Brenda Sandilands.
****
“If it had just been the adult movie I’d
have been tempted to suggest that you just paint their bottoms a nice hot
pink,” Rebecca Hammond said, sipping her coffee and setting the cup down on
Brenda Sandilands kitchen table.
“Oh believe me, Rebecca,” Brenda said,
filling her own cup. “I would have done exactly that. In fact I think I pulled
a similar stunt when I was their age and that’s what happened when I got found
out, but the alcohol adds a whole new dimension to it.”
“Yes, it does,” Rebecca agreed. “I never
tried that until I was legally allowed to drink. My parents reaction did not
bear thinking about.”
Despite the situation Brenda laughed. “I
was the same. My older brother came home drunk one night when he was sixteen.
My parents let him sober up before punishing him, but seeing what happened to
him dissuaded me from trying it out.”
“The strap?” Rebecca hazarded a guess.
“After a hand and hairbrush spanking,”
Brenda confirmed. “He was grounded for two weeks as well. I think he was just
about ready to sit down comfortably by the time the grounding ended.”
Rebecca winced. “I’m a little reluctant to
go that far with Ferris, although she definitely does need a hot bottom for
this.”
“Oh, I totally agree, Rebecca,” Brenda said
firmly. “Barry would be all for whaling on her with his belt…”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“After I’ve disciplined Jenny, yes, but
he’ll have cooled down by the time he gets home and if Jenny tells a convincing
enough tale of woe he won’t take the strap to her.”
“Oh good,” Rebecca said. “I like Jenny and
much as I hate to admit this I think the booze was probably Ferris’ idea.”
“That may be the case,” Brenda admitted,
“but Jenny didn’t have to go along with it and she’s said that the movie was
her contribution to this whole thing.”
Rebecca’s eyebrows came together in a
frown. “Have they even said why they wanted to see that film?”
Brenda sighed. “It’s largely the same old
story, Rebecca. The best way to get a teenager to do something is to tell them
they’re not allowed to. That and apparently all the ‘cool girls’ at school have
seen this one. What Jenny and Ferris don’t say is that all the cool girls are
old enough that while they’re not quite legal age they are close enough that it
really doesn’t make much difference.”
“What sort of alcohol was it?” Rebecca
asked.
Brenda reached out to the kitchen bench and
set the bottle of tequila with its lurid picture of a charging bull on the
label and a distinctive red sombrero shaped cap atop it.
Rebecca’s eyebrows rose. “Tequila? Not some
pretty looking liqueur like Midori?”
Brenda shook her head. “They paid a college
kid to buy it for them. I don’t think he was too keen on buying a ‘girly
drink’.”
Rebecca laughed and lifted her coffee cup.
“If it wasn’t hypocritical I’d suggest we lace our coffee with it!”
****
“Why did we have to buy booze?” Jenny
moaned again.
“Oh for Gods sake Jenny!” Ferris snapped.
“Wasn’t it you who said Simone Hainsforth told you drinking and smoking was
cool?”
“Yeah, but I bet Simone Hainsforth’s
parents don’t spank her butt!”
“Oh God, do you think they do?” Ferris
whispered.
Jenny couldn’t help but giggle at the
thought of the elegant composed seventeen-year old bottoms up over a parental
lap having her pretty white bottom spanked to a scorching lobster red. “They
probably don’t. At least now we can sit up the back of the school bus with
them.”
“Provided we can even sit down by the time
our Mums are done with us,” Ferris reminded her friend, knowing that her
stepmother was out there and not at all looking forward to having to face her.
****
“Jennifer! Ferris!” Brenda’s voice said
crisply from outside the door. “We’re ready to see you two out here now.”
The girls shuffled out to the living room,
their heads down and faced their mothers who were seated on the couch.
“Anything to say for yourselves?” Rebecca
asked.
“Not really, Mum,” Ferris murmured.
“No, Mrs Hammond,” Jenny said, looking at
the floor.
“You could start with sorry,” Brenda
suggested.
“I’m sorry Mum, Mrs Sandilands,” Ferris
said softly.
“Sorry Mum, Mrs Hammond,” Jenny added
seconds after.
“Ferris, what did I say after the curfew
incident?” Rebecca asked her stepdaughter.
“Ummmm…”
“I’m waiting young lady. We don’t have all
night.”
‘That if anything else happened this year
that I’d get a spanking I wouldn’t soon forget.”
“Yes, I did,” Rebecca agreed. “I hope
you’re ready to sleep on your tummy tonight my girl.”
Jenny felt her stomach do flip flops at
Rebecca’s words. She hadn’t heard her friend’s stepmother scold before. She was
world class. Being told off in front of a friend was even worse, it was so
embarrassing. If Mrs Hammond spanked as well as she scolded then Jenny felt
almost sorry for Ferris.
“What about you, young lady?” Brenda asked
her daughter. “I seem to recall your father promising you a hot date with Mr
Belt if there was anything else like this after that incident with the car and
the boy who didn’t have a licence.”
“Dad’s not here, Mum,” Jenny was quick to
remind her mother.
“No, he’s not, but his belt is,” Brenda
said ominously.
Jenny went silent and desperately tried to
retain control of her bladder. She’d never thought her mother would use the
strap, but it appeared she’d been wrong.
“Mrs Sandilands,” Ferris said.
“Yes dear?” Brenda said, turning her brown
eyes on her daughter’s best friend.
“Ummm…if Jenny gets the sststrap…” the girl
stammered. “Then I should ttoo. The tequila was my idea.”
“Very well,” Brenda agreed. ”I think I can
accommodate you there, darling. Rebecca, are you okay with it?”
“I’ve never done it myself, but if that’s
what Jenny would normally get then I trust you, Brenda. I think Hank would
expect it too.”
“Are you going to tell Daddy about this?”
Ferris asked in a whisper.
“Of course I am, Ferris. If he weren’t with
Max at the jamboree he’d be here. He may even want to take the belt to you
himself.”
“Yes Mummy,” the girl replied, dropping her
head again and wiping away a tear.
“The two of you go to Jenny’s room and get
into your jammies, then come back out here and we’ll get the bottom scorchings
underway,” Brenda commanded sternly.
****
“The strap!” Jenny wailed as she took off
her clothes and retrieved her pajamas from under her pillow.
“What’s it like?” Ferris asked with genuine
interest and to give herself something else to think about aside from the
butterflies that were flying around madly in her stomach.
“I need to pee,” Jenny told her friend and
padded into her ensuite.
“Jenny, the strap?” Ferris reminded the
other girl as she put on the boxer shorts she intended to use as sleepwear for
the sleepover at Jenny’s house.
“You know what the brush feels like?” Jenny
asked Ferris.
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s not like that,” Jenny said.
Ferris rolled her eyes, Jenny could be a
real ditz at times. “I know that, but what is it like?”
“I can’t really explain it,” Jenny said
emerging from the bathroom. “Do you want to pee?”
Ferris nodded. “I better,” and she went
past Jenny into the bathroom.
“Yeah, you don’t want to have an accident
over the lap,” Jenny said.
“You’ve done that?”
“Once,” Jenny admitted, her face going
bright red. “Its super embarrassing and messy. Mummy always makes sure I go to
the bathroom before a spanking now.”
“So how is the strap different?” Ferris
asked, flushing the toilet.
“It just kind of is, Ferris. It’s not fun,”
she raised up on her tiptoes and peered over her shoulder at her bare backside.
“Goodbye white bottom, hello glowing red cheeks,” she said sadly.
The comment made Ferris giggle.
“It’s not funny!” Jenny insisted, although
she too was fighting laughter. “It’s going to hurt…a lot.”
“Has your Mum ever used the belt on you
before?” Ferris asked, laying back on Jenny’s bed and watching the other girl
put on her long flannel pajamas.
“A couple of times when I was younger, but
mostly it’s been Daddy.”
“So, she knows what she’s doing?”
“Yes,” Jenny answered glumly. “Do you think
there’s a class Mums and Dads go to learn how to spank?”
“What?” Ferris asked, shaking her head.
Only Jenny could come out with a question like that.
“How else do they get so good at it?” the
other girl asked.
Ferris shrugged. “Maybe it’s just one of
those things you know how to do, like how animals just know how to survive.”
“Maybe,” Jenny agreed. “Come on, we better
go face the music. The longer we make Mum wait the angrier she’ll get. She
gives more if she has to come and get you for the spanking.”
****
“You’ve always spanked Jenny, haven’t you?”
Rebecca asked as Brenda reentered the living room carrying her large oval oak
hairbrush in one hand and the belt her husband used on Jenny’s naughty bottom
in the other.
“From the time she was old enough to
understand what it meant, yes.” Brenda admitted. “Do you need a hairbrush,
Rebecca?” she asked. “I think I may have another one and if not there’s my old
sorority paddle.”
“Oh no,” Rebecca said, reaching into her
handbag and bringing out an oval hairbrush of her own. “Once you told me what
had happened I came prepared.”
“It’s always better when you’ve got
something you’re familiar with. You asked about Jenny’s spankings, I understand
Ferris got her first ever one fairly recently?”
“That’s true. It was after the girls went
on a joyride with that Daniel boy. You mentioned it to Jenny before. That was
Ferris’s first time, but much like you I’ve spanked Max from the time I felt he
was old enough to know what a spanking was and why I was doing it.”
“I have to tell you that I am so happy
you’ve started to spank Ferris, Rebecca,” Brenda said, putting the hairbrush
and the belt on the table and sitting down.
“Happy?” Rebecca asked, thinking it an odd
choice of words.
“I’m not happy that you have to spank her
of course, but you’ve no idea how often Jenny used the ‘but Ferris doesn’t get
spanked’ defence with Barry and I. We never told her, but we were starting to
worry that maybe we were out of step and no one else spanked their teens
anymore.”
“I don’t think everyone does, in fact I’m
sure that we’re probably in the minority, Brenda,” Rebecca told the other lady.
“However it worked for my parents and me and it seems to work with Ferris.
Goodness knows what Hank was doing before, didn’t.”
“I’ve come perilously close to putting
Ferris over my knee a number of times,” Brenda said with a blush.
“Why didn’t you?” Rebecca asked, eyeing off
Brenda’s brush.
“I knew Hank didn’t and I felt it was
crossing a line. I never got the chance to tell you before, Rebecca, but Ferris
used me as a bit of a surrogate mother figure.”
“Oh really?” an interested Rebecca Hammond
asked.
Brenda nodded. “Sometimes when she was here
she’d tell me things she didn’t think she could share with Hank and both girls
have cuddled on my lap together plenty of times. They had this argument one day
when they were tiny about who I loved the most.”
“How did you handle that?”
“I sat them down and said that I loved them
both equally and if they wanted to continue to argue about then I would get my
wooden spoon and to prove that I loved them both the same I would whale the tar
out of the two of them!”
Rebecca laughed musically thinking about
the two toddlers and imagining the wide eyes when Brenda made her
pronouncement. Her eyes clouded over briefly as she considered something, and
then she asked, “Would you like to spank Ferris, Brenda?”
For a moment Brenda Sandilands seemed
shocked and that was displayed in her smoky grey eyes before she said almost
shyly, “Yes.”
“Maybe we should swap daughters for
tonight,” Rebecca suggested.
Brenda smiled. “I actually think that’s
quite a good idea. Seeing as you’re a spanking Mum and Jenny spends so much
time with Ferris then she probably should get used to your lap. I can’t see
this being the only time the terrible twosome will earn themselves a scalding.”
“Me either,” Rebecca agreed, “and seeing as
you’ve wanted to give Ferris a good old fashioned maternal pants down paddling
for some time I think you should be given the opportunity.”
“Thank you, Rebecca,” Brenda said
graciously. “I hope you don’t think I’m being greedy here, but you said you’ve
never used the belt.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“It’s not something that you can really use
on girls the ages of our two without any previous experience,” Brenda said. “I
learned by seeing my parents leather my brother and then Barry give it to Jenny
sometimes.”
“You think it would be better if you
strapped the girls,” Rebecca guessed.
Brenda nodded.
“That’s fine,” Rebecca said. “It’s better
for everyone concerned if they get punished properly and safely.”
“I’m so glad Hank married you,” Brenda
smiled. “You’re exactly what he and Ferris needed for a very long time.”
****
The girls reappeared in the living room, now
wearing their pajamas. They made quite a contrast. Ferris had reached her full
height, but that made her tall for her age and while Jenny still some growing
to do, she was going to take after her mother and turn out on the short side,
she was also a little plumper than the coltish Ferris. Ferris spent a lot out
time outdoors playing sport and it showed in her long tanned legs and arms, her
face had a sprinkling of freckles and she had shoulder length straight dirty
blonde hair. Jenny on the other hand tended to prefer to stay indoors when she
could and her skin was milky white as a result. Where Ferris hair was fair
Jenny’s was dark and it was long, thick and wavy.
Ferris wore a long men’s t-shirt as sleep
wear, this one had a picture of the TARDIS on it as the girl had become a fan
of the British sci-fi show Doctor Who ever since David Tennant had appeared as
the time travelling Gallifreyan. Rebecca found it amusing that anyone regarded
the Doctor as a heart throb, because the men she remembered seeing in the role
certainly didn’t fit that bill. Under the t-shirt was a pair of loose plain
boxers.
Jenny had a pair of long flannel pajamas
on. They were of a design for younger children and the tightness of them,
especially around the girl’s developing chest and full buttocks suggested that
they were a favourite pair that she would soon outgrow. Rebecca actually found
it rather cute that Jenny still had a favourite pair of pajamas. Ferris liked
her t-shirt, but didn’t have any attachment to her pajamas, of which she had a
few pairs.
“Are you both ready for a good hard
spanking?” Brenda asked in a firm voice.
The girls dropped their heads and murmured,
“Yes Mum,” and, “Yes Mrs Sandilands,” were heard.
“Do you deserve it?” Brenda continued.
The girls nodded and mumbled that yes they
did.
“Well, now that’s been decided we need to
inform you of how this will go,” Brenda announced.
The girl’s heads came up, and the surprise
was shown in Ferris’ green eyes and Jenny’s blue ones. It was a spanking, you
got your bottom bared, went over the lap and got it smacked until it was hot
and glowing red and you were bawling. That was how it worked. Jenny noticed the
strap laying on the table in between her mother’s hated hairbrush and an
unfamiliar brush of a similar design that she assumed belonged to Ferris’
stepmother. Maybe her mother meant the addition of the strap. She was going to
get it for sure, would Ferris? Would Rebecca have agreed to that? Jenny knew
from bitter experience that while her mother didn’t use the strap as often as
her father did, she could still set Jenny’s buns ablaze with it. Would Brenda
strap them both or was that going to be Rebecca? Maybe Brenda would belt Jenny
and Mrs Hammond would leather Ferris.
“Come to me please, Ferris,” Brenda requested
holding out her arms.
Ferris took a deep breath and headed for
Rebecca, then realized that it was Brenda who had spoken. She stopped,
confused, looked at Brenda and then at Rebecca. The girl’s stepmother smiled at
her and nodded. Ferris frowned, but went to her friend’s mother and stood by
her knee.
Jenny’s eyes showed her confusion. What was
going on? Was her mother going to spank the both of them? That made sense after
all they had done what they did while under her care, but why was Mrs Hammond
here?
“You’re with me, honey,” Rebecca said
softly.
Jenny turned and looked at her mother, who
made motions with her fingers than indicated Jenny should go to Rebecca
Hammond.
Once the girls were by the ladies sides,
Brenda began to explain. “We decided to swap daughters for tonight. Jenny’s
well aware that I think it’s good for a girl to experience multiple laps,” the
girl winced, remembering days when she had been spanked by aunts and even
babysitters. “As Rebecca is your best friend’s Mum it’s probably overdue,
Jennykins.” The fifteen year old blushed hotly at her mother’s use of the
childish pet name. “Rebecca clearly agrees with me, Ferris, so you’re going
over your Aunty Brenda’s lap for the first time ever.”
With a gentle smile Rebecca put her hands on
Jenny’s hips and pulled her a little closer. Jenny knew spankings were always
bare bottom so she made no moves of resistance as Rebecca began to lower her
pajama bottoms.
Ferris closed her eyes and took a deep
breath as she felt Brenda Sandilands hook her thumbs into the waistband of the
boxer shorts. “Hands out of the way please, Ferris,” Brenda requested and
Ferris lifted her hands. “Pop them on top of your head if you don’t know what
else to do with them, darling girl.”
That seemed to make sense to Ferris, so she
complied. She felt her boxer shorts slide down her legs and puddle around her
ankles.
“You may as well step right out of them,
sweetie,” Brenda said. “Then I’ll put you over.”
Ferris stepped out of the shorts and stood
there shivering while Brenda reached down, picked up the boxers and lay them
neatly over the back of the couch.
“Cold?” she asked as she put her arms
around the girl and began to guide her over the lap. “Never mind,” she said,
lifting the bottom of the Doctor Who t-shirt and arranging it so that Ferris’
firm tight buttocks were totally unprotected. “Aunty Brenda will soon have you
warm as toast, darling.”
Ferris knew better than to voice her
thoughts, which were along the lines of, ‘That’s what I’m afraid of.’
****
As Jenny was settled into Rebecca’s lap and
felt the woman’s long slender fingers stroke and fondle her plump cheeks she
wondered how she’d compare to her aunts and the occasional babysitter, not to
mention her mother. She didn’t consider herself to be weird, but she’d actually
wondered what a spanking from Rebecca Hammond would feel like ever since Ferris
had told her about her first spanking from her stepmother.
“Mrs Hammomd,” she said quietly.
“You can call me Aunty Becca if it makes
you feel more comfortable,” Rebecca invited.
“Okay,” Jenny agreed, trying to fight down
the fluttery feeling in her tummy. “Aunty Becca?”
“Yes, sweetness.”
“I didn’t mean to get Ferris in trouble.”
“I know that sweetheart. I’m pretty certain
Ferris didn’t mean to get you in trouble either.”
“I still have to be spanked even though I’m
sorry, don’t I?” Jenny asked forlornly.
“Yes, Jennifer,” Rebecca answered firmly.
“You do. Your Mummy and I love you very much and to make sure that you don’t
make some silly choices in the future we’re going to spank yours and Ferris’
little bottoms up good and hot so that every time you sit down for the next few
days you’ll have a very tangible reminder of consequences.”
“Consequences?” Jenny asked.
“It means that when you do something bad
you get punished. If you go out to see an adult movie when you’re not old
enough to watch and drink alcohol before you’re legally allowed then you get a
spanking.”
****
Brenda was admiring the firm, white globes
that were nestled comfortably into her lap. Ferris had certainly matured into
an attractive girl. “You do know what you did was very silly, Ferris?” she
asked as she settled the girl into position.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry,” Ferris said,
trying to mentally steel herself for what was coming.
“Ma’am?” Brenda said. “When you were little
it was Aunty Brenda. I know you’re sorry, but you still have to be punished for
it. You know about a year ago Jenny would have been spanked for this and you
wouldn’t have, would you?”
“No, Aunty Brenda. I would have been
grounded, but not spanked.”
“Do you think that’s very fair, darling?
That Jenny gets a hot bottom and you don’t?”
“Not really, Aunty Brenda.”
“You are learning then, sweetheart. We’ve
got a lot of lost time to make up for here over my lap tonight, so we’re going
to have to make this one really count.”
Ferris winced. She didn’t have Jenny’s
experience of being put over maternal laps, Rebecca having been her one and
only spanker thus far, but Brenda’s words indicated that this was going to
hurt…a lot, and from everything her friend had told her over the years her
mother was a world class spanker. In fact when they had been in the brownies
together Jenny had once said that her mother probably had a firestarter badge,
she earned it by lighting fires on her daughter’s bottom! Ferris had laughed
that time, but now those childish words seemed oddly prophetic.
****
Over the pair of bare adolescent rear ends
Rebecca Hammond and Brenda Sandilands exchanged looks and the spankings
commenced.
Rebecca had never spanked in tandem with
someone else and she was finding it an interesting experience.
When Rebecca spanked she usually did so
quite rapidly and didn’t give her victim (mostly her son Max and more recently
Ferris, there had been a few babysitting clients in her late high school and
college years) a lot of time to relax. That was how her mother had spanked and
she’d always found it highly effective as both the recipient and the
administrator of the chastisement.
Brenda Sandilands had clearly had a
different teacher, because she spanked differently. When it came to spanking
adolescent girls Rebecca acknowledged that Brenda was her mistress there.
Ferris had been spanked exactly twice and she was the only teenager that
Rebecca herself had spanked. Brenda had been spanking Jenny since the girl was
old enough to understand what a spanking meant and she was now fifteen. The
brunette had not said so, but she gave the impression that Jenny wasn’t the
only teen that had seen some action over that ample lap.
Brenda spanked slowly and deliberately, she
let each and every slap sink in. The buttock flattened out, the white filled in
with pink and bloomed before Brenda landed the next blow. Judging by Ferris’
gasps, yelps and gyrations even this early in the spanking it was effective.
Rebecca took note and tried to match the
pace of her spanking with Brenda’s. Jenny winced and squirmed a little,
especially when that punishing palm hit a particularly sensitive spot.
One thing that both Brenda and Rebecca did
was once they had both bottom and upper thighs glowing a nice even pink they
began to concentrate volleys of spanks on the one spot until the girls were
squealing and in Ferris’ case begging ‘Aunty Brenda’ to spank somewhere else.
****
Two sound spankings over Rebecca’s lap and
under that stern palm, not to mention the back of that blasted hairbrush,
weren’t many when compared to Jenny’s experience, but they were more than
enough for Ferris to realize that Mrs Sandilands really knew her stuff. She
probably didn’t spank as quickly as Rebecca did, and once her stepmother got
going, Ferris barely had the chance to draw breath as the temperature rapidly
rose downstairs, but she spanked harder and let them sink in. Then once her
entire bottom was steaming Brenda brought into play a technique that the girl
was familiar with. She concentrated her smacks on the one area until it was
unbearable and Ferris was pleading for her to spank another spot. Ferris lay
there miserably and kicked and bawled futilely, she still had at least the
brush to come too.
Jenny felt every bit as miserable as her
wailing friend, although she wasn’t yelling as loudly, crying as hard or
wriggling quite so vigorously. She wasn’t aware of any of that and it was only
due to the fact that she was a veteran of a lot more rump roastings than the
athletic blonde.
Because she’d only spanked Ferris the two
times, Jenny had held out some hope that Rebecca may not be as effective a
disciplinarian as her own mother. In fact when she bent over the lap in front
of her she had been wondering if she could put on a convincing enough show to
fool Brenda. She’d even felt a little sorry for Ferris having to contend with
her mother, who she rated as an Olympic medal class spanker if they gave out
Olympic medals for it.
Jenny was rethinking that. Rebecca Hammond
hit hard, very hard, and she knew exactly where to smack. Before long Jenny was
roaring and once Rebecca started to do that horrible thing her mother did where
she lingered on the one area and stoked the fires there, Jenny was sobbing and
blubbering.
****
Brenda examined the burning buttocks in her
lap, flipped her hand to feel the temperature of them and cooed, “Oh nice and
hot. I think this little lady is ready make Mrs Brush’s acquaintance. How are
you going with Jenny, Rebecca?’
Rebecca stopped spanking and rested her
hand on one of Jenny’s shimmering crimson globes. “Oh yes, she’s simmering
nicely. Not quite hot enough to boil the kettle on, but the hairbrush should
remedy that.”
Brenda smiled at the comment. “What does
grandma say about your botty when she spanks you, Jennifer?” she asked her
softly crying daughter.
‘That it should be hot enough to melt holes
in the snow, Mummy,” Jenny stammered.
Rebecca laughed. “I got the kettle comment
from my own mother. She used to say she wanted my bottom hot enough to boil the
kettle on for tea. Felt that way sometimes, although Mum never actually tested
it out.”
Brenda joined in the laughter. “I was never
sent outside to melt holes in the snow, either, but I’m willing to bet there
were times my tender little heinie was more than equal to the task.”
****
The two mothers reached over the girl’s
sizzling cakes to pick up their hairbrushes for the second part of the spanking
and as Rebecca’s fingers curled around the handle of her hairbrush, Brenda
suggested, “Would you like to swap brushes as well?”
Rebecca paused and said, “Yes, that would
be interesting, thank you Brenda.”
The ladies exchanged brushes and the red-bottomed
teenagers over their laps took advantage of the brief respite to get their
breathing under control and clear the tears from their eyes and wipe their
noses, which had started to run.
“This is pretty,” Brenda said, looking at
the hairbrush in her hand. “What is it?”
“Rosewood,” Rebecca said. “It was my
mothers. It’s a heavy hard wood, so ideal for a spanking brush. I’ve never used
it for my hair. I have another one for that, this one has only ever spanked
bottoms as far as I know.”
“Mine is traditional,” Brenda said as
Rebecca tested the brushes heft and then placed it gently on Jenny’s twitching
red hemispheres. “Oak.”
“Oh, my grandmother had an oak brush. I was
so envious of it when I was a little girl.”
“It wasn’t handed down?” Brenda asked,
trying to gauge the feel of Rebecca’s brush.
“It was,” Rebecca sighed. “My aunt got it
when my grandmother passed.”
“Did she use it to spank?”
“Yes, my cousins said so, apparently it was
also used for hair, though.”
“Oh that one has never seen a head of
hair,” Brenda advised. “Only plump glowing little bottoms.”
****
Over Rebecca’s lap Jenny sighed. She had
thought she may experience something other than her mother’s horrid oak
hairbrush. Oak was a hard heavy wood and it stung like fury. Of course Rebecca
may not be quite the expert her mother was with it.
Ferris bit back her own feelings. She had
been curious about the oak hairbrush ever since a day when she and Jenny had
sneaked into the Sandilands’ master bedroom and playfully tested out the feared
brush. They’d given each other a smack with it, but it had been one swat over
clothes and Ferris could barely even feel it anymore. She idly wondered if her
stepmother’s rosewood model would feel significantly different in hands other
than it’s owners.
“You can set the tempo this time, Rebecca,”
Jenny invited, poising the brush above Ferris’ twitching hot pink mounds.
“Thank you, Brenda,” Rebecca said politely,
lining up Jenny’s pretty plump cheeks.
Brenda watched as Rebecca cracked the oval
back of the oak brush down across her daughter’s left buttock and as she let
the sting settle in, while Jenny’s squeal was still dying on the air, it was
matched by a loud crack and an answering howl from Ferris.
Brenda’s invitation to let Rebecca set the
tempo for the hairbrush spanking was not at all reassuring for Ferris. She had
gotten off comparatively easy that first time and Rebecca had only been
introducing the girl to the brush and aiming for genuine tears of contrition
and trying to bond the two stepdaughter and new mother. Ferris had found out
all about a real hairbrushing the second time. Rebecca took her time with the
brush, unlike her hand, and she liked to linger on an area, getting it sizzling
hot and stinging before moving on.
“Oh my God!” Jenny yelled. “Please, please
Aunty Becca can you spank somewhere else?” the tears streamed down the
brunette’s cheeks as she begged. “I think my left butt cheek is going to catch
fire!”
Rebecca chuckled. “I don’t think that will
happen, Jenny dear, but you do have a flair for the dramatic and your left side
has been nicely roasted, so I think I can move on now.”
“What about you, Ferris?” Brenda inquired
calmly. “You going to burst into flames downstairs?”
“No, Aunty Brenda,” Ferris said through
gritted teeth, although tears were rolling down her face.
“You’d like me to keep going there, then?”
“No, ma’am, please don’t,” Ferris pleaded.
Further wails hit the air as Rebecca and
Brenda went to work on the teenager’s right buttocks, intent on making the two
globes match.
The girls kicked and cried, their noses ran
freely and saliva flew from their lips as they drooled and whipped their heads
from side to side. The entire surface of their bottoms glowed a rich strawberry
red and Rebecca and Brenda could feel the waves of heat shimmering outwards and
upwards.
Rebecca pointed the head of the unfamiliar
oak hairbrush towards Jenny’s sit spot and waited for Brenda’s nod before she
attacked it. Jenny’s yells, which had been loud before, reached new eardrum
shattering levels as her left sit spot caught fire. Ferris screamed, pumped her
buttocks up and down frantically and kept telling herself not to swear. Jenny
had said that swearing, even during a spanking, got you a ‘soap sandwich’ at
her house.
“Oh thank God!” Jenny sighed as satisfied with
the condition of the left side, spanked the brushes broad back across the right
sit spot.
Ferris had similar feelings, but that
feeling of immense relief was soon superseded by one of intense pain as Brenda
scorched the right sit spot with fresh waves of burning heat while the left one
died down to a continual aching throb.
“Thighs,” Rebecca mouthed at Brenda,
catching the other ladies eye. Brenda acknowledged her with a brief smile and a
nod before applying the rosewood brush to the Ferris’ upper thighs.
Even though she’d known it was coming,
there was no way to mentally prepare for the excruciating feel of a the flat
back of a hard wooden hairbrush across the creamy white upper and inner thighs.
Ferris threw her head back and bellowed as the brush kissed her upper legs.
Brenda watched carefully and followed the pattern that Rebecca tattooed across
Jenny’s rapidly reddening hams.
Left thigh, inside left, inside right,
right, then back, starting with the right thigh and moving across again to the
left. Rebecca had to have been counting as she spanked, because when she put
the brush down Jenny had been given twenty four smacks on her upper and inner
thighs in total, four to each tender area. They had reddened up very quickly
and although they didn’t quite match her glowing backside, there was no doubt
in either Jenny or Rebecca’s mind that they had been very well spanked.
If anything Ferris judged Brenda to hit
even harder than her stepmother. Of course she had more experience, it was a
near run thing, though. Jenny experienced this more than Ferris did and the
blonde had gained a new level of respect for her friend and her tolerance for
pain, although both girls were teary eyed, snotty nosed messes over their
maternal laps they simply lay there and bawled while Brenda and Rebecca
silently congratulated each other on a job well done.
The girls were allowed to lay limply draped
over the stern laps of Brenda Sandilands and Rebecca Hammond for a few minutes
while they tried to process that the spanking was over for the moment and sob.
The ladies put arms around the girl’s waists and helped them to their feet.
Brenda folded Ferris into an embrace and let the girl cry into her shoulder,
while she briskly rubbed her steaming bottom, marveling at how hot it was and
the smooth springy consistency of the stinging epidermis. It was different to
Jenny, who had a less muscular rear end. Rebecca was doing the same to Jenny,
whispering softly in her ear and occasionally pausing in the vigorous rubbing
of her freshly paddled posterior to stroke the girl’s thick curly black hair
and gentle her down a little.
****
Rebecca and Brenda gently disengaged from
the clinging girls and helped them to their feet, they marched them into
opposite corners and urged them to put their hands atop their heads and face
the wall until they were given permission to turn around.
Jenny was used to corner time and at least
her mother wasn’t like her aunt, who made her kids sit on these hard little
toddler chairs. It had happened once to her when she’d stayed over and it
didn’t give your freshly spanked posterior any relief at all. Along with the
sting and the heat there was this constant ache from your bottom contacting the
hard seat of the chair. It was also really embarrassing if you weren’t a little
kid, because the chairs were clearly made for small children. Your knees were
way up and there was no way to relieve the pressure on your rear end. Corner time
was always humiliating, but at least this way the heat got out a little.
Ferris had been stood in the corner as
punishment before Rebecca appeared on the scene, although her father hadn’t
tried it with her since she was around seven years old, preferring instead to
withdraw privileges, ground her or send her to her room. However after that
first time Rebecca had reinstituted corner time as an addition to being
spanked. It was public and so far she was fortunate that her younger
stepbrother hadn’t seen it, although Rebecca had explained that turn about was
fair play and if Max ever did get to see her glowing bottom in the corner at
some stage, she’d probably get to see his at a later date, because she treated
him exactly the same.
The blonde had to admit the appreciated the
relief as her bottom cooled down, but the way her stepmother and Jenny’s Mum
passed comments about the spanking didn’t do anything to dampen down the fires
that were burning in her cheeks. She chanced a look across at Jenny, who must
have been a veteran of the post spanking conversations, because although her
face was flushed that was mostly from the exertion of crying and yelling while
Rebecca spanked her, not embarrassment at her mother and Rebecca’s topic of
conversation.
****
“Is there an art to this?” Rebecca asked
Brenda, picking up the strap and running it’s long slithery length through her
hands.
Brenda nodded and was unable to suppress a
brief shudder as she recalled being on the receiving end of the belt while
growing up. “It certainly makes them mind. Our Jennykins responds really well
to the strap. Barry actually thinks he waited too long to leather her.”
“Oh how old was she when she first felt
it?”
“Thirteen,” Brenda answered. “Barry wanted
to start at eleven and then again at twelve, but I got him to wait.”
“Why was that?”
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Men! He first got
it when he was eleven. I explained to him that girls are a little more delicate
and I showed him that our hands and my hairbrush had a more than adequate
response.”
Rebecca dropped her eyes and asked in a
quiet voice, “Ferris has never had it, are you sure she’ll be okay?”
Brenda nodded. “It will hurt like you
wouldn’t believe, but she’s got a tough little patoot and will get through it
just fine. The two of them will probably shed a few tears before bed and sleep
on their tummies, but I think I can pretty much guarantee they won’t try
alcohol again before they’re legally old enough.”
Rebecca hid a smile. ”That is something I
very much hope, Brenda.”
****
Brenda stood up, the strap in her hands.
“You can remove your hands and turn around now girls.”
Jenny took a deep shuddering breath,
lowered her hands and kept them from touching her still sore hot buttocks by
clenching then into fists. She knew from past experience that to rub without
being given permission drew painful consequences. She felt a sick slide in her
stomach as she saw the long length of slick black leather in her mother’s
hands. She closed her eyes and she could hear the strap singing through air,
the sharp crack as it connected and then the band of searing heat across her
rump a second later as the stroke registered.
Ferris saw the flash in her stepmother’s
eyes as her hands crept towards her superheated buttocks as if drawn by magnet
and drew them away with an effort as she willed them to remain by her sides,
although the fingers twitched reflexively. She too went weak at the knees as
she caught sight of the belt in Brenda’s hands. This was her first view of the
famed Sandilands ‘strap’. Jenny had spoken about it in hushed tones and it was
the worst thing ever according to the plump little brunette.
Ferris had been at Jenny’s house on a few occasions
when her friend had earned herself a meeting with the leather as Barry
Sandilands referred to it. Jenny’s beltings had been carried out behind closed
dears, but Ferris had heard the girl roaring her way through them and her own
bottom had contracted in sympathy with every crack of the belt and Jenny’s
answering howls. She had seen Jenny’s bottom after and it was quite a sight and
sizzling hot to the touch. Up until this very moment some part of her had
wanted to be alongside Jenny as Barry laid the leather on, but now she wanted
to be as far away as possible, maybe settling her still hot bottom in a bath
full of cool water.
“Couch,” Brenda said, gesturing at the
empty sofa with one hand.
Jenny nodded and went to the couch, she
climbed up on it and knelt, she straightened her legs and her chubby bottom
winked out at the room like a stoplight stuck on red.
“Next to her Ferris,” Brenda commanded.
Ferris inhaled, made her way to the couch,
wincing as the fires started burning on her bottom and upper thighs again, she
knelt on it and lifted up a little.
“Get good and close to Jenny, please
sweetheart,” Brenda told her. “If you hold hands this may be a little easier to
get through.”
Ferris’ questing hand found Jenny’s fingers
and they twined together. They were kneeling so close together that their
buttocks almost touched and they could feel the heat radiating from each rosy
red bottom. Through wet eyes Jenny gave her best friend and encouraging smile
and squeezed her hand gently. Ferris returned the smile and Jenny whispered,
“Be brave.”
Ferris grit her teeth and waited for the
strap to land. She heard Brenda order, “Bottoms up good and high girls.”
Brenda stood behind her daughter, spread
her feet, lifted the hand that she had wrapped the end of the belt around,
lined Jenny’s glowing glutes up and brought the strap down.
Jenny howled as her father’s belt, wielded
by her mother, swathed a line of heat down her entire left cheek. Jenny was
still gasping when Brenda strapped the right side as well. Ferris’ eyes widened
and Jenny’s wail was still in the air when she felt an angry stinging sensation
all down one buttock. Ferris straightened up and roared. She had not thought
anything could sting quite as much as the hairbrush, but she had just been
proven wrong. Brenda didn’t give the girl much time to recover before she made
the right hemisphere match the left one.
“That’s an interesting technique,” Rebecca
remarked calmly.
“It does get their attention,” Brenda said,
moving so that she was in the centre of the two girls. She then swung the belt
again. It was long enough that one stroke could cover both girl’s bottoms
lengthwise. They got four searing strokes like this. Brenda started low on
their sit spots and moved upwards until she was satisfied that the entire
surface of the four scarlet cheeks had been covered.
The girls sagged against the back of the
couch. Their eyes were streaming and their noses were running, they drooled and
hiccupped as they tried to regain their breath.
“Rebecca,” Brenda requested of her friend.
“Could you come around to stand in front of the girls? They’ve got another
round coming and I think seeing you in front of them might help get them
through it.”
“Wonderful idea,” Rebecca answered, getting
smoothly to her feet and crossing the room, pausing briefly to admire the state
of Ferris’ scorched nates and gently running her nails down one cheek,
eliciting a gasp and a shiver from the blonde girl.
“Girls,” Rebecca said clearly, pitching her
voice loud enough so that she could be heard and understood over their sobs.
“Lift your heads, sit up straight. Show us that you’re big girls who can take
what you’ve got coming.”
With effort, the two girls did as they were
told. Ferris took a heartbeat longer than Jenny, who had probably endured worse
than this. Although it hurt abominably Ferris was glad that at least this first
time she had her best friend alongside her to share the experience.
Jenny threw her head back and roared her
displeasure out at the ceiling as Brenda scythed those long strokes down across
each stinging half moon. “Going to naughty films underage isn’t quite so grown
up is it now, girls?’ Rebecca asked sternly.
“No, Aunty Becca,” Jenny blubbered.
“Nooo Mummmy!” Ferris howled as Brenda
strapped her bottom again.
Behind the girls Brenda held up four
fingers, Rebecca nodded and encouraged the two miserable teenagers. “C’mon
girls be brave, only four more.”
“It hurts, Mum,” a broken Ferris whimpered.
“It is supposed to young lady,” Rebecca
lectured emotionlessly as another bellow was wrung from her stepdaughter by
Brenda’s swinging strap.
“Underage girls do not drink,” Rebecca
continued as Brenda laid on the next stroke and the girls wailed miserably.
BANG! The strap struck home right in the
meatiest part of the girl’s out thrust buttocks and the loud crack even made
Rebecca flinch. The girls deserved every stroke that Brenda was laying on, but
she was still glad it wasn’t her.
CRACK! The last stroke seemed to be the
loudest and the hardest. Brenda had put every bit of strength in her strong
right arm into it and the girl’s animated reaction was testament to that.
Brenda dropped the strap to the table and Ferris and Jenny collapsed over the
couch sobbing inconsolably.
After the girl’s crying had died down a
little the two mothers helped them off the couch, dried their tears and cleaned
their faces. They put the girls face down over their laps and with aloe and
some cool water gently massaged and soothed the blazing rear ends, before a
long cuddle and putting them to bed on their tummies to cry themselves to sleep
and vow to never drink again.
****
As Rebecca put her hairbrush back in her
bag and got ready to leave, she would return in the morning to pick Ferris up,
Brenda said, “I’m not at all ashamed or embarrassed to admit that was quite
satisfying.”
Rebecca smiled. “It was harsh, but I think
it’s something Ferris has had coming for some time and if maybe Hank had
spanked her or allowed you to do it for him it may not have been needed
tonight.”
Brenda nodded. “It looks like the girls
aren’t the only ones who like to be partners in crime.”
