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We met her as she came in. Actually, he met her and I stood to one side until the door was closed. She put her purse, briefcase and a small package down and hung up her coat before giving him a hug. Then she embraced me the same way as if there was nothing unusual about they way I was dressed or that she intended to give me what she called a 'proper job on my sassy little bottom' in the not very distant future. Even though I couldn't ignore those issues I returned her welcome as I had on every other visit. In spite of her discipline in the past and still to come she was my favorite pseudo-relative. As we moved into the living room she casually asked if I was embarrassed about my lack of outer garments. I told her I was and she just nodded and said, "Excellent. A little embarrassment and humiliation is good for the soul. Did Dave spank you at lunch?"
I felt my face flush as I lowered my eyes and nodded. At her question of whether it was on the same level as the ones she had given me in the past I nodded again and even added, "You should be proud of him. He spanked me the same way you do and for a very long time. My bottom is still sore and if there was some way I could get you to delay the one you intend to give me tonight I would try but I know better than to even suggest that. I'll be able to give you a better comparison of his efforts to yours before I go to bed. I may not think to thank you then but I want you to know I appreciate your concern for me and will accept my punishment with a grateful but somewhat frightened heart."
I was really pouring it on and she laughed as she gave me another hug. "You're such a sweet girl I almost hate to punish you but I have a responsibility as your surrogate mother for the week to see that you learn a valuable lesson about life."
She turned to Dave and said, "It seems you got a glowing report from her and I assume a glowing report from her bottom. Did you enjoy spanking her?"
He hedged his answer, "It was something I had to do and so I did it."
His smile gave him away and she saw through his stratagem. She laughed again as she said, "I'll take that as a 'Yes'. She said you attended to her rear end for a long time. Was your hand hurting when you stopped?"
He said it was but he was sure it wasn't as sore as the surface it landed on. She agreed with the second part of his comment and addressed the first. "When you were little I could get my point across pretty quickly but now that you're older I feel it necessary to make the lesson much longer and to tell the truth, the last time I had you over my knee I only stopped because of how my hand felt. Consider yourself lucky since you didn't get all the punishment I intended but that's about to change. You're not quite completely grown up yet and I expect you have a few more things to learn before you're out on your own so I bought you a present to assist us in your proper upbringing. Here, let me show you."
She retrieved the package she brought into the house a few minutes ago and extracted a small paddle. It was a little more than a foot long and three inches wide. Although it was not very thick it was made of a firm plastic that flexed and delivered a very resounding slap when he tried it out on the palm. He winced and I imagine he was considering that if it hurt that much on his hand it was going to be even worse when it was applied to its intended target. As I watched him I had the scary feeling that her hand spankings were a thing of the past with me also. He said, "Gee, its very nice. Thanks Mom."
She ignored his sarcasm and confirmed my suspicions as she said, "You're welcome. We'll keep it in my closet so it will be handy when you need it and I'm sure it will do you a world of good but don't forget, it's nice to share. We have a guest and I think it would be a good thing if she got to try it out first tonight. In fact, that's why I took the time to buy it today. She's also too old for just my hand to make the appropriate impression."
She saw the look on my face and smiled in a way that brought nothing but fear into my heart as well as my rear end. As she was moving behind me she said, "What's the matter? Aren't you glad I'm considering you to be more than a child?"
My mouth was dry but I knew better than to ignore any of her questions. Even the one's which were rhetorical. I also was well aware that the slightest show of reluctance to accept her punishments always resulted in getting a lot more so I to answer soon. Lots of phrases came to mind but I didn't have the chance of getting away with sarcasm like he did so I kept my response short and to the point. All I said was, "Yes Ma'am"
She seemed satisfied with my answer and with my attitude of submission. Then she said, "You promised to tell me how his spanking compared to the one you're going to get later and when you give us your opinion you can tell us if you think this does a better job than my hand. And I think it would be instructive for him to see it christened so he'll know how to use it properly tomorrow night and also so he has something to think about if he decides to misbehave in the future. But for its debut with you I'll I give you a choice. Do you want him to come up into my bedroom with us or would you rather we did it here in the living room? You don't have to answer right away. We'll have supper first and then you can have some time standing in the corner to make up your mind. Now, lets see how good a job Dave did earlier."
My mind was reeling as she pulled my panties down to my ankles. She ran her hand over my bottom and commented on the uniform coloration and seemed satisfied with the way I jumped when she scraped her fingernails across the skin. Then things started falling apart and his troubles began. Unfortunately, I was facing him during her examination and holding my arms at my side. She later said that was what aroused her suspicions first. She told me to step out of my panties and give them to her. The only reason I could think of for her to tell me to do that was because she had changed her mind about waiting till after supper to spank me and I was not very happy as I complied with her command. Her next order really surprised me. I had never been asked to strip when she punished me before but I wasn't about to argue with her. She said she wanted me to remove my bra so I unhooked it and slid it down my arms. I held it uncertainly and she told me to give it to Dave. Being nude in front of him was nothing new but I was embarrassed that she was there also. Then she confused me totally when she sent me upstairs to my room and told me to bring down my dirty clothes hamper.
I set it on the floor and she told me to dig out all the underwear. I held out the set I wore yesterday and she asked where the ones I wore today were. Still totally in the dark I pointed to the panties she held and the bra in Dave's hand. She nodded and said, "Just as I suspected. You know what I think? I'll tell what I think. I think you put these panties on only a few minutes before I came home. Its obvious you haven't been wearing them very long and something tells me that bra he's holding hasn't been hiding too much of you either. How did I figure this out? Well first I asked myself why didn't you put your hands in front of your genitals when I pulled your panties down? You were certainly concerned about parading around in your underwear this morning so what happened to all that modesty? One possibility is that you're not showing him anything he hasn't seen and probably saw a lot of. That assumption was solidified when you took your bra off. There wasn't the slightest hesitation but I could almost credit that as you being exceptionally obedient. However, what I didn't see was even a token attempt to put your arm over your chest. I would think most girls would want to keep his gaze from the private parts of her body and you didn't. In fact, you didn't show any shame to be nude in front of him or even appear to be a little uncomfortable. Add that to his lack of what I would consider to be a normal male reaction at getting his first good look at a girl as pretty as you standing absolutely naked in front of him. Again I have to assume that he's already spent a fair amount of time perusing the enticing charms you have to offer. Then there's the question of why would you change your underwear in the afternoon? The ones I'm holding are much too clean to have been worn all day so I gave you the chance to show me the ones you changed out of and guess what? There aren't any. What can I deduce from all that? Maybe you didn't bother putting on any underwear all day. Is that a reasonable assumption?"
I just looked at the floor and couldn't answer her. However, Dave answered for me and took full responsibility. She was mad and he tried to argue that her comment about how I should be dressed was ambiguous but she was having none of it. After further questioning he admitted to spanking me more than once and that I had spent the morning doing all the chores while he sat and watched. He left out the parts where he made me pose and let his hands roam anywhere they chose. And to her question of how we occupied ourselves in the afternoon he was able to honestly answer that we played cards. She looked somewhat doubtful and finally asked if he used a rubber. He looked as innocent as he could and asked what she was talking about and she said, "Don't play cute with me. You've had a naked girl prancing around all day and I can only assume she was a willing participant or she would have called me to complain. Do you really expect me to believe you two kept your hands off each other and played cards all afternoon?"
There was no profit in lying so he confessed to having sexual relations with me but assured her that he had worn proper protection. She looked at me as I shamefully admitted that her assertion was true and added my eyewitness account that he did take appropriate preventative measures. She looked a little relieved and said, "At least the two of you had that much sense. Now lets talk about the other things." She turned to Dave. "If you had asked me if you could keep her naked and make her do all your chores I would have agreed. The same goes for you giving her extra spankings but you never asked. You took advantage of her and of my good nature. I won't stand for that. You don't have the excuse of suffering a sore bottom from a recent spanking so there's no need to wait until after supper to get the one you've earned. It looks to me like your little friend won't be the first one to give me their opinion of the new paddle after all. Take your pants off."
Well, this part of her routine had changed since my last visit to her bedroom. I wondered if she still did the taking off the underpants as a final preparation thing but figured I would have to wait until my spanking to find out. I was wrong.
The boy who had been my stern master all day was now begging his mother to rescind her decree and when he failed at that he tried talking her into giving him his due up in her room. She had a knack of agreeing with the pleas of people about to be punished while adding more to the punishment and making the requester wish they had kept their mouth shut. She said, "That's funny. I don't remember you speaking up in her behalf when I said you would watch me spank her. But if you'd rather I take you up to my room I'll agree but now that I think of it I'd say she owes you a few good swats. After I'm done with the paddle she's going to add five more and if I'm not satisfied that they're hard enough, I'll do them again and you'll spend some time over my lap." She turned to me with the last comment and added, "By the way, if I have to give you a spanking up in my room now it won't reduce what you have coming to you after supper one bit so I would make sure you swing a mean paddle if I were you. Put your underwear back on and follow us."
He got to carry his new paddle and once in her room he gave her one last pleading look before taking off his jeans. I was directed to sit in her vanity table chair and we had to listen to her complete reprise of his errors which, when you get right down to it, wasn't a very long list. As far as she was concerned his only real lapse in judgment was not asking her for permission to make me his slave. My ears burned as she reiterated that she would have agreed with his desires to make me his sex toy as part of my punishment. Although I had no real objection to serving him any way he wished I was a little insulted that in her mind there was no thought given to how I might feel about that proposition. Continuing with her lecture she said he had to learn not to deviate from her orders without checking with her first. When she had exhausted the subject I saw that the rest of the routine was unchanged. She pulled his underpants down and helped him step out of them. That wondrous part of him that seemed so big when it was inside me was now very small and shriveled. In fact, his whole countenance seemed to reflect the same view of life. As he stretched across her lap I wondered if my bottom looked as vulnerable when it was poised for punishment like that. He had his legs straight and was raised off her thighs a few inches as he waited for the inevitable. Except the she was swinging the paddle, her technique was just as I remembered and exactly as he demonstrated on me at lunch.
The first swat was like a thunderclap that echoed around the room. The spanking had begun and his knees gave out. He was now firmly in contact with her lap and that was where she wanted him. That was followed by the typical hard and fast contacts that sounded like a machine gun. I almost couldn't tell one spank from another and towards the end he was very close to drowning out the sounds of the paddle with his vocal expressions of dissatisfaction with the proceedings which were, of course, ignored. Then the real spanking started. The resounding slaps and his cries were no longer competing for time. She would wait for his sorry little screeches to die down before the walls absorbed another sharp report of plastic striking bare skin. A split second later he added his part to the recital. And so it went, on and on and on.
I don't care how he treated me during the day, I didn't like watching him get spanked. Each swat caused me to cringe and shudder along with his whole body and the sounds from the one who was acting as insulation between the paddle and her thigh were very familiar. I had heard them from him through the door on previous occasions and I recognized a number of variations on the familiar 'ouch' as ones I had given voice to only a few hours ago. As the spanking continued I was torn between pity for him and feeling sorry for myself. I knew I could expect nothing less when I had my first meeting with the paddle after supper.
At last she stopped and the masterful boy who had ordered me about and controlled me all day was now a little child crying his eyes out. After about five minutes that lasted a lifetime she handed me the paddle and reminded me of her threat if I didn't perform up to her expectations. I'd heard my parents tell me the famous line, "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you" just about every time they spanked me and always thought it was a cruel joke but I understood it right then. My fear of getting extra punishment gave me the motivation to pull my arm back and swing the paddle fast so it bounced about a foot off him. His cry of pain tore right into my heart and I gave her a pleading look. She didn't look too happy about giving him these last swats either but I could see in her face that she couldn't back down. There was sadness in her eyes as she said, "That's number one. Four more to go." I did my duty and was in tears when I threw the paddle to the floor and I ran to my room where I fell onto my bed and sobbed. As much as I tried to tell myself that I hated getting spanked I knew right then that I was made to be on the receiving end and could never be the kind of disciplinarian she was. What's more, I didn't want to be. I knew what I really wanted and decided to ask if she would agree to let him keep me naked and well spanked for the rest of the week.
I got my chance a few minutes later when she came into the room and took me in her arms. I held her tight as the tears flowed and I told her I never wanted to do that to him again. As I regained my composure a little more I added that I understood her responsibility to see that we were raised right and was certainly not advocating that she never spank him. I truthfully told her that I was just as certain as she was that he and I would both need a few more physical reminders of how to act before we were considered adults. However, my request was that she take him to her room and close the door if she needed to correct him while I was there. What would be even better would be if she let me take a walk outside so I wouldn't have to hear what was happening.
She let me say my piece and asked if I wanted the same consideration for tonight's spanking. I shook my head and said, "No. You've already said he's going to watch us and I'll tell you my choice right now. I vote for the living room. It really won't make much difference to me, I'll be a bit preoccupied with other matters but he might as well be comfortable. The easy chair in the living room has a lot of padding. It's been a few hours since he spanked me and it was nothing like what you just gave him but it was still a little unpleasant to sit on the hard little chair."
She laughed at my observation and shook her head. "The reason I wanted him to be present during your spanking was so he could see how effective the paddle was. I don't think that's necessary anymore and after the day you've had, it won't be any extra punishment or embarrassment for you to know he's present as I punish you. I think he might better spend his time running a few errands for me. I've decided to make it just you and me and the new paddle."
I nodded in acceptance and then I made my request about how I wanted to spend the rest of the week. She had a funny smile as she answered, "You'd be surprised how many people would envy you for that opportunity. I've met a few of them. One woman told me she was happiest when she was kept as her husband's naked slave and she said she spent many uncomfortable but otherwise contented hours getting her bottom spanked. I don't know if this is the kind of thing you want to do for the rest of your life but maybe this will be a valuable experience. A week's worth of giving yourself heart and soul to another who may not be very gentle should let you know if that's the kind of relationship you need to look for when it's time for you to pick out a husband. Just be careful and if it gets out of hand let me know. However, I won't tell Dave that he's got every boy's wet dream of a naked slave girl until tomorrow morning. You might change your mind after our little session tonight. Now, dry your eyes and put some clothes on. I think you've let him see your sexy young body enough for one day and I need your help making supper. Dave's in his room with his nose in a corner and feeling very sorry for himself. He'll join us later."
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