by Susan Thomas
"Well I hope you're pleased with yourself."
"I take it you're not pleased with me."
"No, I am bloody well not. You created that whole nightmare. I don't mind spanking Jess and God knows she is a lot nicer since all that started, and she was disrespectful no question, but you created that situation. Why can't you just leave her bloody room alone? It's not that bad."
His wife snapped back. "And I suppose now you want to spank me too."
"That would be a bloody good idea, now that you mention it."
She began to cry and he felt sorry and put his arm around her and hugged her, feeling frustrated by it all.
After a while she stopped crying and said calmly, "Well if you're going to spank me, lock the back door so Alan can't just walk in or anyone else, and let's go to our room in case Jess comes back." She picked up the paddle nervously. "But not too hard, please."
He looked at her, decided she was dead serious and without a word locked the back door. They held hands as they walked upstairs; soon from behind the shut door of their room, the sound of a thin wooden paddle smacking a very bare bottom and the resulting cries of a forty year old woman, could be heard. Had Jessica been in the house to hear it, she would not have thought it was a light spanking.
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If Kat noticed that either Jessica or Mel were sitting somewhat uncomfortably on the hard chairs of the canteen, she didn't show it. Their sessions had ended, and they were taking a break before going back to their homes.
Mel suddenly looked at Kat and spoke. "Last night my father took his belt off and used it on me. I have to lift my skirt or similar depending on what I am wearing. He pulls my knickers up tightly and then he uses his belt on me. I got a dozen last night. I overspent my clothing allowance, basically because it is so small, and he questioned me about it. The problem is my breasts, which are now larger because I am older, so I needed all new bras. He considered my answers impertinent which is why I got the belt. On average, I get the belt about once a fortnight. My sister, who is twenty, gets much the same."
Kat looked bewildered. "I am sorry that is so because that is not right. It does not sound like just punishment to me, it is too much I think, but why do you tell us this just like that? Do you want us to help?"
Jessica sighed. "No she is telling you because she walked in on me standing in the corner after my bottom had just been spanked by my dad. I was disrespectful to my mum. I suppose very disrespectful now that I think about it and he overheard. I went over his knee for a long session with a wooden paddle. It is a different situation though. I think Mel thinks you might still be getting the cane from your dad even though you told us you weren't."
Now Kat sighed. "Yes, she is correct. I do still get hit with the cane on my bottom when I am bad. It isn't very much because we are all good children and respect our parents. You must respect your parents and not be rude in our house otherwise bend over and Mr Cane starts making you hurt. I got the cane from my dad on Sunday after church because I was not respectful enough to others there in his view. He hit me nine times and my brother who is eleven and my sister who is ten had to watch to teach them also. He was right, I was disrespectful and I deserved it. I said sorry later and told him he was right. I love my dad but he is strict which is good I think."
The fact that all three of them received corporal punishment one way or another made them a tight group even if they weren't quite sure how to deal with it all. They split up, with Kat going off to her home nearby, and Jessica taking Mel home. Jessica though did not feel like going in just yet. She knew she had gone over the top with her mum and deserved her spanking, but didn't feel ready to apologise just yet as she felt her mum did provoke things somewhat. Instead, she wandered across the road to the council run allotments.
There were twelve plots in a sort of right-angled piece of land rented out by the council to people who wished to grow their own vegetables. There was a huge waiting list, but Uncle Alan had first rented his back when it wasn't so popular, and he kept a magnificent plot with beautiful vegetables growing in their season. Jess used to go and help him when she was younger, though not for some time now. She knew a fair bit though, and was looking at each plot with an informed eye when she noticed Uncle Alan was in his. He was sitting on an upturned box drinking tea out of a vacuum flask. He smiled and welcomed her over. He dusted the top off another box and invited her to sit down. Unconsciously, she rubbed her bottom and declined.
"Oh dear. Another spanking?"
She rubbed her bottom again with both hands. She could feel it was going to be sore for quite a while. "Yeah, I was disrespectful to Mum and Dad heard. He had warned me several times so I got the paddle big time. I think my bum will bruise this time, it's very sore."
Uncle Alan was so sympathetic and kind that she felt like crying. She remembered the happy times she'd had helping in the allotment and suddenly blurted out, "I haven't been a very nice girl for quite a while, have I?"
He smiled. "No, and many a time I felt like spanking you myself, only of course it isn't my place and not something we do easily these days. We never had any children, lots of miscarriages but no babies; it was hard on Susan so we put a stop to it. You became our sort of borrowed daughter so we learnt all about how hard being a parent is when the child you love becomes this unpleasant stranger."
Jessica suddenly felt very sad. "I am so sorry; I didn't mean it you know. I do love you both, you've always been there for me. Look, perhaps I can come and help in the allotment again. Would that be OK?"
"It would be great, but you don't have to, you know."
"No I want to..."Jessica said, wanting to demonstrate how repentant and sincere she was, but knew that words are easy and don't mean much. Then it came to her. "Look Uncle Alan, I'll ask Dad to add you to the behaviour contract. He can use what they call "corporal correction" and so can mum, but I'll ask him to put you on too and get Erin to get me another paddle for you. Then if you think I have been horrible again you can punish me."
Alan Foster would have laughed, but he could see the impulse was sincere and the offer was too. It isn't good to laugh at a teenager's best intentions, even if they seem far-fetched to you.
"Well, that is a very generous offer indeed, but you just came out with that on impulse I can see. Perhaps you might want to think about it a bit and talk it over with your dad. If you still feel the same tomorrow then I would be honoured to have that privilege, even if I never use it."
She gave him a huge hug and a quick kiss on his cheek, and they parted on very good terms. She rushed home because she knew mum would be preparing the evening meal and her dad rarely helped with that so she could use a hand. At first Jess didn't notice anything as they worked in the kitchen, but then she noticed her mum was rather stiff and looked somehow different. She thought nothing of it. When the meal was on and the table laid, Jess poured them some wine, sat down in the breakfast room, and steeled herself to apologise for her rudeness. She watched as her mum sat very carefully indeed since she had just done the same thing herself because of her well-spanked bottom. She was puzzled.
"Have you hurt yourself, Mum?"
"Jess, I owe you an apology. I caused that whole scene today, and although you were disrespectful – well, downright rude actually - it was me that set all that off and I'm sorry."
"Thanks mum, and I'm sorry too. I know I was over the top, but what brought all that on?"
Her mother went red and hung her head before finally answering. "Your dad spanked me just like he spanked you."
Jess took command. "Come on, to my untidy bedroom and you can show me your bum and explain everything."
She hurried her mother along who was half-giggling and half-protesting, but just as they got to the foot of the stairs, her dad came back in the front door.
"Where are you two off to?"
Jess turned, gave her dad a quick kiss saying, "Girl talk, no men allowed, private girl stuff. There is wine in the kitchen and the meal is on. Down s
oon," before hurrying her giggling mum up the stairs to her bedroom.
She made her mum pull her trousers and knickers down and drew a deep breath when she saw the state of her mum's bottom. "Wow, you have been well and truly spanked, haven't you."
She flipped up her skirt and pulled her knickers down and mother and daughter stood in front of the mirror - the two spanked bottoms were much the same. They sorted out their clothes before Jess spoke again.
"Do you mean to tell me that Dad just suddenly said he was spanking you and you just obeyed?"
"No, your dad's not like that. No, he told me off and told me that it was all my fault and wanted me to leave your room alone. I knew he was right and I sort of provoked him into spanking me. That thing has a real sting, but it cleared the air. Then this afternoon I rang round a few people with kids your age and found that compared with them your room is a palace, so I am truly humbled now and I'm really sorry. I'm sorry you got spanked because of me, now I know how it feels and you are very brave, Jessica."
When they went down, no questions were asked, and they ate their excellent meal in a relaxed silence, until Jess mentioned her impulsive offer to Uncle Alan. "I realise it was silly now and I'm not sure what to do but I felt guilty because I just sort of stopped going to the allotment with him and I have been very 'off'' with him for a long time. I am going to help out with the allotment sometimes though."
Her dad was thoughtful. "No, don't get out of it. You know Alan for heaven's sake, he is a great softie especially when it comes to you. The chances of him ever wanting to spank you, never mind having the opportunity, are slim indeed, but he'll be right pleased if you give him a manual and a paddle and say that he can. It will make him feel you really value him."
"Yeah, but those manuals are expensive and they don't do downloads at that church, I asked Erin."
"You're forgetting the CD Rom that goes with it. It is all on that. Just give him the disk and he can stick it on his laptop and why bother with the church paddle; it's a long way to come, there must be something here in England that's much the same."
It took Jess only a few minutes to drop the disk round to Uncle Alan, who was pleased at the "honour" as he called it, and then only a couple of minutes on the Internet searching for "spanking paddles UK" to find a supplier. One had a paddle almost identical to the one the church sold; it was handmade of ash and had an option for one day delivery service. After a moment's thought, she decided to buy two - they were £25 each plus £5 for delivery, but she hoped Uncle Alan would offer her some money for it.
She placed the order and then hunted for something she hadn't used in a long time: a set of enamel paints she had used for painting dolls' furniture. It was all still OK, so she took the paddle off the wall and the paints and rushed down to the kitchen/breakfast room. She spread some newspaper out on the table and, to the bemusement of her parents, set to work. First she made a little sketch on a piece of paper, then got to work with her paints. The finished work was inspired by something Erin had said about the neighbour's paddle and also by her mother's comment about the paddle stinging. It was a small painting of a girl with a bare bottom over a father's knee, being spanked with the paddle. Over the top it read in largish letters, "Mr Sting" and underneath the picture in tiny writing: "Hard at work on naughty Jessica." Her parents thought it well done and funny so it was left to dry overnight.
Before she went to bed, she examined her bottom in the mirror. It was clear that the centre of her cheeks and several other places were bruised by her spanking and she would feel it for a while every time she sat down. Erin of course had all this too and she shrugged. "Well," she told the mirror, "it is what I wanted and it is helping me which I didn't expect. My college work is good, my relationship with my parents is so much better and I have two new good friends out of it. Not what I was expecting to happen but all good. Am I right?"
"Yes," said the mirror, "you're right Jessica, so stop complaining about a sore bum, girl, and go to bed."
Jessica's parents had a large bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and Jessica's room was of a similar size but with a small shower room. The design of the house was such that the two big bedrooms were next to each other and from time to time she heard them talking or laughing next door without actually hearing what they were saying. She had very rarely heard them make love - when she was younger because she was asleep earlier, and more lately she guessed because they were careful and made little noise.
Tonight though they were noisy, or more correctly, her mum was. She was clearly very aroused and very noisy. Jessica was horribly embarrassed as she had no wish to hear it all. She was also amazed because she'd had almost no pleasure from her sexual encounters. Overenthusiastic boys in awkward places like parks or cars, with a constant worry about being discovered, tended to kill any pleasure she might have had. The boy whose room she was in regularly had come closest to giving her pleasure, but she did it more for him than for herself.
Now, she wondered, trying to block the sounds from her ears, what had set her mother off like this? Surely it couldn't be the spanking. She touched her own sore places and decided nobody could get pleasure out of that. Then it dawned on her it must be her dad. She knew that funny things aroused boys and her dad must have enjoyed spanking his wife and being the big dominant male for a change. He must be on fire in there. She groaned at the embarrassment of it all and shoved a pillow over her head to block it all out.
At college the next day, the three girls decided to set up a spreadsheet to show their punishments since the start of the college term. It showed all three names, the dates, and had different levels of severity and a place for a code as to why they had been punished. They also decided to call themselves the Corporal Correction Club and Jess devised a logo showing three intertwined Cs.
Jessica was astonished at her new feelings. She had described feeling angry all the time, but that had all gone, and she felt positive about everything and seemed to have rediscovered her sense of fun. She really didn't think that was all due to being spanked, but if it wasn't, what was happening? Anyway, she decided to go with the flow and take whatever came. However, she wasn't at all keen to get the strap. By then, Erin had had a dose of that and had told Jess what it was like. It scared Jess no end, and she wished now the strap had been left out of the agreement. She wondered if she could ask for it to be removed.
The next day was Saturday, which was a work day for her at The Friendly Kitchen (she waited at tables and helped prepare take-away orders), but before she went, a courier arrived with a package - it was the two paddles she'd ordered. She had to admit that they were beautifully made and finished, no matter what they felt like landing on a bare bum. She took one and found her mum.
"Present for you mum. Bit humiliating getting spanked with your daughter's paddle I think so this one is for you. If you are minded you can always hang it up by your bed so it is easy for Dad to get hold of."
Jess was tense about this because her mum might have taken it badly but she just burst into giggles and hugged and kissed her. Then she took the paddle to Uncle Alan who was delighted with her, though he did say he doubted he'd ever use it. He said he'd hang it in the kitchen. He also gave her two £50 notes and wouldn't let her refuse. He reminded her that if he'd had a daughter his wallet would be permanently on call so let him do it please. She hugged and kissed him before rushing off to work.
On Sundays as a young girl, she had made tea for her mum and dad and taken it to their room for them. In the last month or so she had reinstated that custom which had been dropped in her stroppy phase. This Sunday, she knocked and then hearing the OK (imagine the embarrassment of walking in on them bonking), brought the tea in. To her great amusement the paddle was hanging on the wall near her mother's bedside cupboard but she said nothing.
At church, news had gone around that she had been spanked again. Church members, like her own family, had no desire to draw the attention of Britain's unprincipled journalists who would destroy all
their lives with salacious accounts, so in an unspoken agreement it was kept confidential within their tight circle. However, they were effusive in their praise for Jessica; she was in their view principled, humble and showed great realism in her understanding of her situation. Whether that meant other young people in the church would end up in similar arrangements was hard to tell.
After church, her dad got tied up with a man trying to negotiate some cheaper PSV training for volunteers in a charity he ran, and so Jessica walked home with her mum.
She said lightly, "I saw you'd hung the paddle up."
Her mum coloured up and looked very embarrassed. "Yes, well your dad and I have talked about it and well the fact is, Jess, I am not always very balanced in my reactions to things. I go over the top about something daft like I did with you and it creates trouble just like it did with you. Your dad now is so easy and calm. He seems to see things in such a balanced way and I am afraid my behaviour was getting in the way of our relationship. So yes, he will use the paddle on me like he does you if I get things out of proportion. There, now I've told you, don't you dare tell anyone else."
Jessica was not stunned, having learnt of her mother's first spanking and the consequences that night together, with the fact she had bought her a paddle, it all sort of made sense.
"So we are two spanked females in a household where daddy is now firmly in charge. How does he feel about that?"
She studied her mother's face and could tell from the deep red she turned that her dad liked being able to put his wife across his knee very much indeed, but her mum only gave a noncommittal reply and Jess realised it wasn't something she should push or enquire about too closely. It was fascinating, though, how her attempt to buy equality with Erin was having ramifications she could never have dreamed about.
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Jess was invited out that Sunday afternoon by some old friends from school, and she went expecting to be back much later in the evening. However, something had changed, these were friends from her old bad days and she found she didn't want to do the things they did any more. She felt awkward and rather unhappy, and in the end pretended she was unwell and left. She knew it was her, in just a few months she had changed or was it changed back? She wasn't sure but she just went home for now. She went around the back as she was going to the kitchen anyway and found the back door locked. She was bewildered, especially as at night it was never locked, but she returned to the front door and let herself in. Sounds came down the stairs, and for a moment she was puzzled but not for long. It was clear that her mother was getting spanked and not finding it easy. Jess wasn't surprised at that as her bottom was still bruised, so her mum's must be the same.