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Get your own Free Home PageLater that evening Jane came to say her Mom wanted to see me. I mentioned that it was the first time I ever heard a complete sentence from her and she answered, "Yeah, well don't worry. It won't become a habit." I smiled to myself and wondered how long that sarcastic attitude would last when she was providing a most deserving target for the strap.
As soon as we arrived Jane started towards the bedrooms but returned with a sigh when her mother called her. I took a seat on the couch as Ellen announced her discovery. A lecture on proper behavior and the need to pay attention in her classes was largely unheeded by the bored looking teenager but her ears perked up when she was told her actions had earned her a session with the strap. Ellen had it in readiness and moved a chair to the center of the room. Jane was speechless until her mother sat down and said, "What are you waiting for? You know what to do."
Jane hissed, "Mother, you can't be serious. You don't really expect that I'm going to let you spank me with him here, do you?"
The response she got was, "I am and I do. Get your pants off and get over here now."
There was an authority in her voice that let the girl know there was no profit in arguing. The independent young adult quickly turned into a frightened little girl as her hands got busy with snap and zipper. She glanced over her shoulder at me and reluctantly stepped out of her blue jeans. The spanking was now a foregone conclusion but she could still plead for one small mercy as she begged her mother to let her keep her panties on. When that request was denied she tried talking her mother into at least waiting until she was over the lap before having her bottom bared. Her last appeal was no more successful than the first.
I'm sure she was utterly humiliated to take them off with me present but she obeyed. However, she managed to put herself between me and her Mom so I wouldn't see anything except her bare bottom cheeks and she shuffled to her fate with her legs held together very tightly. She was doing everything in her power to maintain her modesty but it really wasn't necessary. I wasn't the slightest bit interested in the private parts of young girl like her. The naked bottom of her mother was another story. I was truly looking forward to seeing that. And if Ellen also removed the fabric barriers to a proper spanking in the same spot Jane had it was going to be even better. She would have to walk across the room towards me to receive her punishment and I would get a good look at the front side of her before I got to see what her panties had hidden when she bent over in my kitchen earlier. However, that would have to wait for a little while. There were other things to be done first so I settled back to get my lesson on how discipline was administered in this family.
Once she was over Ellen's lap Jane assisted her mother in adjusting herself so her bottom was in the perfect position for what was to come. And it was not a long wait. The strap was raised high and came down hard. She sound of leather striking flesh echoed off the walls but Jane's response was nothing more than a quiet grunt. She stoically received a few more swats. I had the feeling she was going to try to maintain her silence as long as she could to show me how tough she was. It was a losing battle. By about the seventh or eighth swat her face was grimacing. I thought I detected a tear forming by number eleven and she gave us her first "Ouch". A few more and there was no question about the tears running down her face. This was hurting and there was no way she could deny it. She continued with that "Ouch" thing and it got louder with each impact until it changed to outright screeching. The spanking was undoubtedly getting to her now. The strap was rising and falling relentlessly in a steady rhythm. I lost count of the strokes but when Ellen finally stopped there wasn't much of the young bottom that didn't show vivid signs of the strap's effectiveness.
Poor Jane just lay there sobbing for quite a while. When she stood up I could see her fighting the temptation to rub her bottom but I assumed this was not allowed as she tightly wrung her hands in front of her and held them together to keep them away from where they most assuredly wanted to go. Apparently, time spent in the corner after a spanking was also part of their normal punishment routine as she headed there without instruction.
After a few minutes Ellen motioned for me to take her place in the chair and gave me the strap. It was time for phase two.
She told Jane to turn around and when the girl saw me in the designated spanking spot and holding the strap she started crying again. Ellen gave her a minute to worry about getting another spanking and at the hands of someone outside of the family before she told her of the real plan. She pretty much repeated what her own mother had said about being a failure as a parent. The girl stared in disbelief as she watched Ellen start to remove her pants. I didn't pay much attention to Jane after that. There was nothing obviously erotic about the way Ellen slid her slacks and panties off. At least I don't think that was her intention but for me it was an arousing experience.
The view as she made her way to me was very satisfying but much too short and in a moment she was over my lap. This view was not bad either and it was one I was going to enjoy for a lot longer than the few fleeting seconds I had of her other side. We worked together to get her in the most vulnerable position where her rear was almost begging for the strap. I hate to see a need like that go unfulfilled so for the first time in years her faithful old leather friend and her soft (and as yet unblemished) skin became reacquainted.
I followed her example and laid it on hard from the very start. Apparently it was a family tradition to endure the punishment in silence for as long as possible but I took it as a challenge. I couldn't see her face so I have no idea when the tears started but she lasted quite a few swats longer than her daughter before the first sound of discomfort joined the echo of the strap's impacts.
Without realizing it, Jane was acting just like her mother did during a similar event. First there was shock, then undeniable smirk of satisfaction at seeing her mother get the same treatment she had just endured. Then the first show of concern as it became obvious this was serious punishment and I gave no indication of doing anything less than getting the backside propped up on my knees as red as her daughter's. Pretty soon Ellen was carrying on and giving voice to the agony as loud as Jane had a short while ago. That's when I saw the first tears in the youngster's eyes. A moment later the girl was begging me to stop the spanking and let her mother get up but between cries and yelps Ellen managed to remind her daughter that she knew better than to ask for anything like that. As Jane fell to her knees sobbing the one on my lap turned her tear streaked face to me and mouthed out the words, "Thank you". I just nodded and struck again.
I figured the goal was accomplished but also felt it important to show Jane that just because she was crying that was not a reason Ellen's punishment would be over. I had to convince her I would be willing to perform this duty again if necessary and she would have no control over how much her mother would suffer for her daughter's sins. Another dozen ought to do it. And it did.
As soon as my hand fall to my side and I let the strap fall to the floor Jane was right next to us. She was stroking her mother's face and promising never to misbehave in school or anywhere else again. I was sorely tempted to rub the miserable looking bottom I had just punished so severely but since Jane had received no such relief after her spanking I figured that in fairness and to avoid the appearance of partiality, I had no choice but to let Ellen also suffer the lingering pain of a good spanking just as her daughter had. A few minutes later my lap was empty and it's previous occupant was doing the same hand wringing as I had seen earlier and doing her best not to violate the house rule about comforting yourself after punishment. She thanked me for my efforts and then her arms were full of a tearful daughter. The two females were hugging and crying together so I quietly took my leave and returned to my side of the building.
About an hour later I answered my door and Ellen came in. She was wearing a bathrobe over rather baggy and unflattering pajamas and asked if I could spare a cup of my great coffee for a well-spanked lady. I led her to the kitchen and commenced my demonstration of bean grinding skills. While we waited for it to brew I asked how it went after I left. She and Jane had a long and serious talk and Ellen felt her little girl was really sincere in her apologies and promises of better behavior. She told me that heard those kind of things before but only when Jane was actually getting spanked. This was the first time the contrition lasted after the punishment was over and although a small part of her said "wait and see" she was convinced that her plan was a success. Then with a shy smile she added that her bottom was of the opinion that if what happened to it tonight was a victory it would hate to feel the effects of a defeat.
We took our cups to the living room and she winced as she very gingerly sat down on the cushions. She said, "You were right about me sleeping face down tonight and if it's this uncomfortable planting myself on soft cushions I don't even want to think about sitting at my desk tomorrow. You should see what you did to me."
She had a smile on her face with that last comment so I laughed with her and said, "I've already seen it but I wouldn't mind another peek. Wait right here. I'll be back in a moment."
I had a bottle of baby lotion left over from my brother's last visit with my adorable baby nephew and I reappeared with it proudly. I didn't need to explain anything. As soon as she saw it she stood up and took off her robe and asked me how I wanted her. Wow, was that an open ended question or what? You bet I wanted her but she was talking about what position would be best for me to apply the lotion to her battered backside. I sat in the middle of the sofa and brought her across my legs. She made some comment about how this same sort of posture was what got her rear end into trouble in the first place. I assured her she was safe unless she had the strap hidden on her someplace. She gave me her word that the strap was back in her half of the house and added that if I didn't believe it I could search her. Her tone of voice made it sound like a joke but there was something else that led me to think she might not object too strongly if I took her up on that offer.
However, first things first. I gently peeled down the pajama bottoms and found them to be the only thing covering her bottom. As I softly rubbed the lotion over her I teased and asked if she always visited her neighbors in an outfit like this. She giggled and denied the accusation with the explanation that she wanted to come over and thank me again but there was no way she was going to put her panties and slacks back on. The pajamas were very loose and comfortable and she kiddingly added that she didn't think I would mind too much since I already knew she was a hussy by her display in the kitchen a few hours ago. I remembered that moment and more importantly, her reaction to my hand on her. It was now back in the same area and there were no modest underpants in the way.
She was almost purring as I soothed the soreness a little. Once or twice the tip of the strap had landed on her inner thighs and although there were only a very few marks that you could see (if you used your imagination) but I felt they needed some lotion too. As my hand slipped down to attend to this detail she opened her legs much wider than necessary to just facilitate my application of a bit of lotion. Pretty soon it was very hard to keep up the pretense that our only interest was in comforting the afflicted areas. The charade wasn't the only thing that was getting hard. I asked again if she had the strap hidden on her and she shook her head. I said I better make sure and slid the pajama bottoms off completely before helping her to her feet. The top of her sleepwear had three buttons and I slowly undid them. As her last remaining garment slipped over her shoulders and off her arms I marveled at the sight. A visual inspection was insufficient so my hands joined in the exploration.
She was breathing fast as she asked if maybe I had taken it from her house and had it somewhere on me. A moment later I proved that her guess was wrong as all my clothes joined hers on the floor and my body was subject to her searching hands. I led her to my bed and totally avoided the traditional missionary position since I thought it would be too uncomfortable on her bottom. Never the less, we found a number of ways to become connected that were quite satisfying. To hell with the word "satisfying", it was wonderful.
Afterwards, she was lying on top of me while we were doing a lot of post-coital kissing and stuff. I had one hand resting on her bottom so I gave it a gentle pat and asked if she was mad at me for the way I treated this part of her a few hours ago. She squirmed at the little tap and slid off me. My hand never lost contact as raised herself up a little more to project her rear in my direction. She said she wasn't sure she knew what I was talking about which confused me only a moment. I lightly added a few more swats and asked if she needed a reminder. She didn't answer vocally but pushed her bottom out even more.
Mindful that she was probably still rather sore from the strap I didn't want to strike very hard but the spanks gradually got a little more forceful. I was waiting for her to tell me when she had enough and before I knew it the sound of my hand hitting her rear end got louder and louder until she rolled over and pulled me on top. I was imbedded in her almost immediately. Since she didn't seem overly concerned about having her sore ass pounded into the sheets I didn't worry about it either. Our earlier coupling was of a more gentle nature but this time it was almost violent as both of us attacked each other ferociously.
It was well past midnight when we both lay exhausted that she told me how much she liked to be spanked. That was obvious but she also related how her husband used to give her that kind of attention although only occasionally. She kissed me and said, "He never used the strap or anything other than his hand even though I asked him to and he felt that one or two swats was enough. I don't want to sound disloyal since I really loved him but when it comes to spanking me you left him in the dust and I've never had sex as exciting as we did tonight before."
As she snuggled closer I whispered, "You're welcome to a repeat performance any time you want. I'd love to see your glorious bottom turn red under my hand during a slow and very long spanking. And the next time you feel the strap it will be in this side of the house when Jane isn't home to hear you. Don't count on waiting another few hours afterwards between its kiss and mine and I'll want to see you strip completely first so there won't be any time wasted before I feel you wrapped around me."
The kiss I got then was almost enough to get the juices flowing again but we were both too exhausted to follow through. Eventually she said she had to leave so she could be at home when Jane woke up the next or in fact, later that same morning. More kisses after she put her pajamas and robe back on and she left.
I picked up our cups and chuckled as I realized neither of us had finished our coffee but I felt sure she would be back for another cup or two in the very near future. Besides, she made it clear she wanted me to spank her again and now I had a good reason. I would punish her for thievery. She had stolen my heart.
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