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The routine was well established. Claire operated the ‘Zero-tolerance-no-second-chance’ discipline regime, which Melanie readily accepted.
Melanie was eighteen years old and had tricked her step-mum into changing grounding and time-out to an instant over-her-knee bare-bottom spanking with scolding before, during and afterwards. Melanie preferred the immediate, albeit painful, discipline to the arduous grounding which was normally up to seven days with the occasional longer period, and even a norm of three days, all meaning she couldn’t leave the house except to go to college.
Claire was initially resistant to spanking her step-daughter but before long realised that the whole spanking routine might take about thirty minutes, after which she was free to go about her daily routine, as was Melanie, with the difference being Claire had moved on whilst Melanie had to struggle with a stinging bottom that invariably lasted several hours.
Melanie wasn’t surprised that even with a stinging bottom, or more likely because of it, she found the hours after her spanking had her pussy lips, vagina, and very taut clit literally begging to be fingered. She invariably used her ‘Special friend’ as soon as she was out of hearing of her mum, and then again once in bed supposedly going to sleep. In fact, although making out it was her mum’s idea, she had tricked Claire into thinking that she had decided that, when spanked, Melanie should go to bed early that night, and so her masturbating often started at seven o’clock on each day she was spanked.
Claire discovered something else after introducing the spanking regime, which was that she had more time and much more energy and found a new zest for lovemaking, which her husband immediately benefitted from. The downside was that her husband didn’t know Claire spanked Melanie and was against spanking. However, he was away a lot and she made use of her own ‘Special friend.’ Her newfound zest for sex was helped by her 'decision’ to send Melanie to bed early when spanked that day. It was her own idea, but Melanie agreed to it almost immediately, just as she now agreed with every disciplinary and, indeed, all other decisions that Claire made.
Today was almost a daily routine, or at least in five of the days each week when Melanie found herself across Claire’s lap.
Melanie got home from college and was wearing her green and white check-gingham short-sleeved dress with no socks and so bare legs. Her hair was tied in a bun as was the regulation style.
Claire was wearing a summery sleeveless dress with a hem halfway down her thigh and also had bare legs.
Melanie got home to be met by an angry-looking mum who marched Melanie upstairs to her bedroom. Claire remonstrated, “I said your clothes need to be put away or into the laundry basket, and not left out.”
Melanie winced as she saw the top she intended wearing to a party at the weekend still on her bed. It wasn’t even folded neatly but just strewn on the bed. She thought she had hung it up this morning but now recalled, in horror, how she had gone downstairs to have breakfast, fully intending to go back upstairs to put the top away, but her attention was diverted by some messages on her phone and she had forgotten. Of course, she knew what would happen and told herself she hoped it would be a reminder not to be forgetful in future.
Claire saw the look of distress on Melanie’s face and ordered, “Put the top away and then get your hairbrush and take it downstairs to the dining room, you naughty girl.”
Melanie groaned as she crossed the room and picked up the top and hung it in her cupboard before going to her side table and taking the horribly painful wooden-backed paddle hairbrush from the drawer. Her mum had already gone downstairs and Melanie followed with an increasing concern about the pain she would soon have to endure, although fully accepting it was her own fault. She got to the dining room and saw her mum was already seated on the normal dining chair she used for spanking and which was turned in to the room. It was then that she saw Jenny, the step-mum of her own best friend, Emma, and they had the same spanking regime at their house.
“Hullo, Jenny,” Melanie said, biting her lips as she handed the hairbrush to her mum.
Jenny replied as though nothing unusual was about to happen, “Hi, Melanie. Mum told me what you forgot to do. Emma did the same yesterday and got a whooping spanking when she got home.”
Melanie knew because Emma had told her at college today, but even then she didn’t think that she had made the same mistake. Emma and Melanie compared notes a lot as they were best friends and both knew the other was still spanked. “She told me today and said she hoped she never forgot to clear away her clothes again, and I hope I won’t either.”
Jenny gave her own maternal smile and said, sympathising, “Well us mums can only help by pointing out what you girls do wrong and by disciplining you. It is up to you, though, to remember but I know the promise of a good spanking does help you focus.”
Melanie knew that for sure but was still a few weeks behind Emma who was now spanked three times a week instead of the five or six times at the start of the regime.
Claire listened to the exchange and liked the way Jenny was pointing things out to Melanie, and then ordered, “Get your knickers off and pull your dress up above your waist so I can spank your very naughty bottom, young lady.”
As much as Melanie hated that instruction, she knew it had tremendous benefits for her and so never argued. After all, a relatively quick albeit pain-filled spanking, but with the freedom to leave the house afterwards, was so much better than being grounded. So, she slipped her hands under her hem and edged her thumbs into her knickers, pushing them down to the floor and stepping out of them. She placed her knickers on another dining chair. She then lifted the hem of her dress right up above her waist and stood to her mum’s side, waiting for the instruction to bend across her lap.
Claire loved watching Melanie get ready to be spanked. Although being treated like a much younger girl, she was eighteen years old and had the body pretty much like a young adult woman. Although she was in her school dress, it didn’t hide her pert breasts, and once her dress was up above her waist neither did it hide her firm thighs, slim legs, and of course, her hair mound. The best, though, was her very spankable bottom.
Claire wasn’t turned on by the sight of her daughter’s semi-nakedness although initially was worried about the fact she was turned on when spanking Melanie. However, after chatting with Jenny, she was now confident that the reason she was turned on was by having a pretty girl’s bare bottom cheeks across her lap which felt good to rub in circles and even better to spank as hard as she could. There was something so erotic about making those bottom cheeks surrender under her palm as she landed a spank and then watched them swirl around like a small tide as they were turned deeper and deeper shades of pink and then red and redder.
So, today, as Claire spanked Melanie, she smiled at Jenny as her daughter gasped and yelped and kicked her legs as the stinging took a stronger and stronger hold.
Jenny was also getting aroused by watching the spanking. She got more aroused by spanking her own step-daughter, but watching a spanking was erotic too. After all, she was watching her best friend spank her naughty daughter and that was quite natural, just as best friends watched each other being spanked, or siblings of their friends. It was so typical, in fact, except here both daughter’s were eighteen years old and both knew they would be spanked for as long as they lived at home. Indeed, both Claire and Jenny knew several mums who still spanked their daughters even though they were in their mid-twenties. Those daughters knew they still needed the maternal control their mums had over them and which they still benefitted from.
Melanie struggled to cope with the spanking and more so when her mum spanked the backs of her legs which stung even more than her bottom. She hated being spanked, but had to admit that she found being in such a humiliating position, looking at her mum’s upside-down legs, and her own dangling and then kicking on the far side of the chair, as erotic as she found it painful. However, she knew that as well as learning one more of life’s very painful lessons, her stinging bottom would allow her to bring herself to tumultuous orgasms within the hour. She knew the intervening period would be educational and pain-filled, but that was the whole purpose of an old-fashioned, but a now increasingly popular, discipline method.
The dining room was filled with the sound of Claire’s open palm landing on Melanie’s bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs, quickly followed by the gasp or yelp it was fully intended to generate.
Claire spanked with her hand for as long as she could because she loved the feel of Melanie’s almost adult bare skin but knew that the hairbrush was the real punishment for her daughter. So, once Melanie’s bottom cheeks and legs were a deep enough red, she stopped spanking just long enough to pick up the hairbrush by its handle, tap the paddle head a couple of times on Melanie’s bottom, and then proceed to land spank after spank initially on alternate bottom cheeks but then six or more on the same bottom cheek before spanking the other bottom cheek.
It was during this period of the punishment that Melanie really learned her lesson and couldn’t stop the frenzied leg straightening and kicking and tears dripping down her face as she cried uncontrollably.
It was also during the hairbrush spanking that Claire got even more aroused, this time by the wobbly bottom cheeks and total submission of her daughter. However, the fact it was her daughter was not the driving force, she realised, but more the element of control as well as the knowledge that her daughter would suffer the stinging bottom that she had given her for some hours.
Although Melanie also got more aroused by the hairbrush, she didn’t whilst actually being punished. She knew, though, that she would be aroused shortly afterwards, or at least once the intensity of the stinging subsided into a more pleasant stinging sensation. Of course, Melanie knew she would not sit comfortably for some hours after the spanking but lying on her tummy was almost as good when fingering herself. She had to wait quite a while before turning onto her back, but even so, her vib was pretty fantastic even then.
Once Claire was happy she had dealt with her daughter sufficiently well, she ordered, “Get up, Melanie, and go upstairs and wash your face.”
Melanie was thankful the spanking was over but as she eased herself up from her mum’s lap her hands rushed to her bottom cheeks and she stepped from foot to foot as she tried to rub herself better. Of course, it never worked but that didn’t stop her, and all of her friends who were still spanked, from doing the humiliating spanking dance as they were sure that it helped to increase their eroticism. In fact, Melanie, Emma and several friends discussed the very subject and enjoyed the fact that they were doing something naughty by masturbating afterwards, but as it wasn’t on the ’Forbidden’ list, it wasn’t a punishable offence if caught.
The mums also discussed the topic. Claire and Jenny both wondered if their daughter’s really believed they didn’t know they masturbated afterwards. However, they also discussed how they both satisfied their own lustful feelings after giving their daughters a well-earned spanking. When their husbands were home it was easy. The difficulty came when their husbands were away, but they happily resorted to their vibrators.
Claire and Jenny discussed Melanie’s spanking once they were alone. They stopped when they heard Melanie’s erotic gasps about twenty minutes later and whilst both smiled, Claire pointed out, “I must make the spankings more pain-filled as she is getting over it far too quickly.”
Jenny agreed. “I thought that too about me spanking Emma, so I have started using a leather strap with a split end. Even that is sometimes too soft, in my view, and I now sometimes send her out into the garden to cut a few switches. Both implements hurt even more than the hairbrush.”
“Good idea,” Claire mused.
The conversation stopped again when they heard another Melanie climax and the two women smiled and looked lovingly at each other and both simultaneously had the same memory of something that had meant a lot to them both when they were Melanie and Emma’s age.
Jenny commented, “She is going for it, but then she hurts and needs a loving touch.” She let the comment linger.
“Just like we helped each other get over boyfriends or bitchy girlfriends. Remember?” Claire mused.
Jenny smiled broadly. “Don’t I just,” she replied, remembering that they referred to each other then as “friends with benefits.”
“Well, we needed to be held sensuously, kissed and caressed, by a close friend,” Claire said as though reminding herself.
Jenny blushed as she replied, “It really helped then and I do miss it. I loved it that we helped each other when one of us was down emotionally.”
Claire blushed as well and there was a silence with both women thinking seriously about whether to take the next step which both saw as so tempting.
Claire then suggested with a wicked smile, “We might not be down, and in fact are on a high with the spanking regime, so maybe the emotional crutch works in reverse as well?
Jenny licked her lips and smiled again. “I bet it would,” she replied.
Just then Melanie came back downstairs and into the dining room. The tear stains had been washed away although her eyes were still a bit puffy and red. She was wearing a long skirt with a hem halfway down her thigh so no one would see her red legs, but also a strappy tight and low-fitting vest top with a bare midriff which showed off her perfect breasts, well-toned arms and her flat tummy. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and around her face and, to be fair, it was doubtful anyone would know that she had just been spanked.
“I’m going to Emma’s, mum,” Melanie announced, knowing she was free to go out as she was spanked but not grounded.
Claire kept a straight face as she replied, “Okay, but be back by seven o’clock as that is bedtime on days you are spanked.”
Melanie knew that. “Sure, mum. I know. It’s cool. I get back or get spanked,” she replied with a smile and was clearly relaxed. She even went over to Claire, bent down and kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Sorry for not clearing away my clothes, Mum. I earned the spanking good and proper.”
Claire hugged Melanie and kissed her on her cheek and said a cheery, “Well, a lesson learned, you know.” She was as relaxed as her daughter.
Moments later, Melanie left the house, closing the front door, and was walking away from the house and towards Emma’s
Claire and Jenny then looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Claire said, “For old times sake, then?”
Jenny replied happily, “Let’s have those benefits again, my very best friend.”
Claire and Jenny clinched and hugged each other, kissing with their tongues lovingly entwined in Jenny’s mouth. Their hands quickly unzipped the other's dresses and they helped each out of them, throwing the dresses onto another chair, fully knowing that if one of their daughters did that, they would have earned a spanking there and then. They then unclipped the other's bras and eased the bras down the other's arms and threw them on top of the dresses. Both stood up and, pushing their own knickers downwards, stepped out of them and threw them on top of their dresses and bras. They clinched again, and this time loved how their breasts pressed against each other as did their tummies, and with only a slight manoeuvring brushed their unshaven pussy mounds against the other's.
“This feels so good,” Claire said intently.
“So, so, good,” Jenny responded.
They quickly climbed the stairs, holding hands and giggling like teenage girls, and once on the bed both women were quickly losing themselves in the unquestionably happy lovemaking as they were kissing and sucking each other’s taut nipples and wet pussy lips and taut clits, both knowing that their renewed sexual attraction wasn’t because they now liked women. They loved each other as lifelong friends who now had far more energy and time than for many years, as both implemented a spanking regime and dispensed with the tension-filled grounding of before. The increased energy was directed at the need for increased sexual activity. Claire and Jenny just loved having a very spankable bare bottom across their laps and were turned on by the sensation of control they had over their naughty daughters, but they were comfortable now. knowing their increased sexual desires were, as all those years ago, actually directed at their closest and best friend.
So, as Claire and Jenny brought each other to orgasm after orgasm, they knew this could happen every time they watched the other spank their daughter, just so long as their daughter left the house soon afterwards, just as Melanie had so helpfully done.
As they lay, exhausted but exhilarated, in each other's arms, Jenny said with a happy wink, “I reckon there will soon be a reason for me to spank Emma again and I’ll invite you over to watch.”
Claire smiled wickedly, already thinking of the lovemaking afterwards. “I can’t wait.”
Over at Jenny’s house, Melanie was sitting on a thick cushion and mused, “I still reckon getting spanked is better than grounding. I even feel sorry for Mum as she doesn’t have the enjoyment of masturbating afterwards like we do.”
Emma agreed. “I want to stay a teenager even when I’m thirty years old and still want to be spanked then by Mum. I do learn from each spanking, but the finger sex afterwards is just so good as well.”
Melanie and Emma smiled at each other, thinking how well off they both were. Neither suspected their mums were making love close by and had renewed their ‘friends with benefits' relationship.
However, both mums and daughters were happier with the spanking regime but benefitted in different ways.
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