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This is a story set in the future, where local Officials determine the guilty party when the law is broken. There is then no need to go to Court which reduces costs, but gives great power to local unelected Officials even though they might not be the best to wield such power. This is one story of rough justice.

Becky stood at the front of the stage at the local theatre and looked as the audience gave a standing ovation. Becky was eighteen-years-old, and had been the understudy for Emma. However, on the morning of the show Emma’s Mum had given the seventeen-year-old a long and hard spanking and as the costume was a very short skirt the Director decided she could not be risked as the backs of her legs were very red indeed.

After the show Becky took her Mum to one side and whispered in her ear, “That was great Mum, thanks for sorting it out.”

Becky’s Mum whispered back, “No problem Becky. Anyway it was rather satisfying bringing the brat down to size.”

It happened three hours earlier. Becky was due to take on a minor role in the play. Her Mum, thirty-nine-year-old Sharon, had gone round to Emma’s house, knocked on the door, and Emma answered.

“Is your Mum home young lady?” Sharon asked. Minutes later Sharon had explained to Emma’s Mum, thirty-eight-year-old Tania, that she had seen Emma that morning behind the cycle shed making out with Tommy, the local no good. There had been rumours about it but this was the first time Emma had been spotted.

Emma denied it. She said fervently that she hadn’t seen Tommy and had been nowhere near the cycle shed.

“Where were you this morning then Emma?” her Mum asked.

Emma stumbled over the answer. She hadn’t been with Tommy, but she had been with Sarah, her seventeen year old school friend, and they had made out including some very heavy petting. She couldn’t tell her Mum that though could she? A lesbian affair was almost as bad as an affair with Tony in her Mum’s eyes at least. Tania wouldn’t normally have believed Sharon, who was known to be a bit of a gossip, but as Emma couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell her Mum where she had been the assumption was made; two and two made five, and Tania was annoyed.

“I am so cross with you Emma, I think you should be grounded.”

Sharon knew grounding wasn’t sufficient. She said, “If that were my daughter I would give her a jolly good spanking.”

Tania looked surprised, but then admitted, “I’ve never spanked Emma. Although I do agree it might be warranted on this occasion.”

Emma squealed, “Please Mum, no.”

Sharon said quickly, “I spank my daughter. I can give Emma a spanking she won’t forget if you would prefer.”

Tania thought a moment, and then said firmly, “Yes please. Would you?”

Sharon didn’t wait and grabbed Emma by the arm and led her to the upright chair on the far side of the room.

“Mum, don’t let her; the play is today. Please Mum,” the seventeen-year-old pleaded but to no avail. She always crowed over her friends several of whom were still spanked at home. She acknowledged they were better behaved because of it but was still pleased her Mum didn’t spank her. She wasn’t going to like this one bit she knew.

Sharon had always used spanking as a disciplinary deterrent. She always made it painful to extract the most contrition from her own daughter. She would be doing the same with Emma.

Moments later Sharon yanked down Emma’s knickers and had her across her lap grabbing one arm in a half nelson and putting one leg across the back of her knees securing her in place. Sharon spanked Emma’s bare bottom turning it darker and darker shades of pink. On and on she spanked delighted her plan was working. As Emma’s bottom was turned deeper and deeper shades of pink, edging red, she knew that the seventeen-year-old would not be able to star in the show today and that her own daughter would take pride of place.

Emma was kept firmly in place on Sharon’s lap as the spanking progressed. When her bottom had been turned a deep shade of red her Mum asked, “Will you tell me where you were now, Emma?”

The seventeen-year-old knew she couldn’t as her Mum would not understand her lesbian feelings so just pleaded between sobs, “Please Mum, let me get up, please Mum.”

Emma’s pleas were met with disapproval by her Mum who nodded at Sharon who then spanked her again for several more minutes. Now looking down at a bright red bottom Sharon looked at Tania and asked, “Is there a paddle hairbrush I can use?”

Sharon was smiling as Tania stepped over to some drawers, opened the top drawer, saw the paddle brush with the huge oval head, took it out, and handed it to Sharon.

Sharon tapped Emma’s bottom with the paddle brush and after another outburst of pleading from Emma spanked her with it. The tears rolled down the seventeen-year-olds face. Her bottom and the backs of her legs were soon red and bruised as Sharon never held back when a spanking was given.

After the spanking Emma still refused to admit her lesbian liaison with Sarah to her Mum, and was sent to face the wall with her arms behind her back well above her waist. She sobbed freely whilst her Mum reluctantly thanked Sharon for pointing out her daughter’s misbehaviour and for spanking her.

Sharon left with a smile on her face and called her daughter as she walked home. “Emma has a very red bottom and even redder legs. I don’t think she will be in the play today; so get to the theatre and wait to find out what happens.”

Becky left the house straightaway and went to the theatre. She asked the Director, “Have you seen Emma? Is she here yet?”

The Director gave Becky a worried look. “No not yet. I have asked the Assistant Director to call.”

Becky chatted to the leading man for a few minutes until the Assistant Director came on to the stage, spoke to the Director, and they both looked around for Becky. Seeing her they walked over quickly. “Thank goodness you are here early Becky. Emma’s Mum has just phoned. It seems Emma is indisposed and cannot get here for the show.”

“Really?” replied Becky feigning surprise. “So do I take the leading lady’s part?”

“Could you please?” the Director asked.

“Of course I can,” Becky said. She turned to the leading man and said, “I had better get ready then.”

Becky played the part and stood with the leading man for the ovation feeling pretty pleased with herself. Her Mum looked on, so pleased with the part she had played getting her daughter the part. She didn’t even feel all that sorry for Emma. The seventeen-year-old would get over it, she reckoned.

A week later there was a swimming gala. Becky was an excellent swimmer and entered three races. Emma was also a good swimmer and entered the same races although knew she would not be able to beat Becky. Tania and Sharon entered the Mum’s race. Tania knew Sharon would beat her. They were all in the changing room and they had already changed in to their swimwear. Becky and Emma both wore skimpy bikinis and it had to be said both looked quite delectable. The two Mum’s also wore bikini’s, getting away with it because they both kept themselves fit at the gym.

The atmosphere was jovial with lots of chatter between all the women in the changing room. The gala was a very popular local event. Everyone was looking forward to the competition. At least it was jovial until several Officials came in to the changing room and went over to Sharon and Becky.

The senior Official was a dominant daunting looking woman in her fifty’s. There were three younger Officials and three women guards who looked like they wouldn’t truck any nonsense.

The senior Official said, “Excuse me ladies, but I understand there has been a complaint made against you.”

Sharon was shocked and said aggressively, “Now look here; don’t upset my daughter and me before our races. We can deal with whatever it is afterwards.”

Tania came over and interjected. “I have made the complaint and it relates to the day of the show.”

Sharon blushed, but kept her cool and asked, “What do you mean?”

Tania was equally assertive, “I mean Sharon that you did not see Emma with that Tommy lad did you?”

Sharon again blushed, “Erm, well, yes I did.”

Tania looked cross. “No you didn’t; you saw her with Sarah.”

Sharon knew she had lied, so blustered, “Well that is just as bad isn’t it?”

Tania whooped at the Official, “See, I told you she lied.” Then looking at Sharon, “Who told you Emma was with Sarah?”

Sharon made a mistake and looked at Becky.

“I knew it,” Tania said loudly, adding, “So you did it on purpose. You lied knowing I would spank my Emma, she wouldn’t be able to take her part in the play, and your Becky would.” By way of explanation she looked around the changing room and added, “Becky was the understudy to my Emma.”

There were some knowing glances, and nods, as the various women in the changing room came to their own conclusions. They knew Sharon was one of those pushy Mum’s who always wanted their daughter’s to do well, whether they justified it or not.

Sharon and Becky knew they had no choice but to agree with whatever the Officials decided. Sharon hated being spanked but accepted that it was the law of the land and so readily obeyed. Even though being spanked hurt so much and at her age was humiliating. Becky also knew she had to accept the law so far as being spanked was concerned.

Eventually every one quietened down and all eyes were on the group of Officials. One of the Officials asked, “Well now we know what happened, what do you want to do about it Tania?”

Tanis looked at eighteen-year-old Becky and said, “I want to take that young missy across my lap and give her the spanking I gave my Emma.”

Becky was horrified. “Not here, surely,” she pleaded. Becky knew the law. Becky knew Tania was well within her rights to insist on spanking her, but would rather it were done in private, and certainly after the competition

Tania replied sharply, “It should be here and now.”

The Official interjected. “I do agree that a punishment is needed now.” That was the law after all and the Official knew that she was right to enforce it.

Becky was distraught and it was Emma’s turn to be elated. Becky was the better swimmer but with her out of the race she would win first prize.

Tania didn’t let it rest there. She wanted to win the Mum’s race and Sharon was the better swimmer. “I think Sharon needs to be disciplined as well you know. After all she played such a major part in the disgraceful deception.”

The Official asked in a level tone, “So you are suggesting Sharon is also spanked?”

“She needs to be,” Tania retorted.

The Official liaised with one of the other Officials and after a brief discussion turned to Sharon and said, “Well as you are so much to blame we agree a spanking is in order. We all agree if this were to come to Court the Judge would certainly order a spanking.” The Official explained to the increasingly distraught thirty-nine-year-old mum, “Actually my assistant here is also a judge, and she has confirmed that if this case comes before her she would give Tania the right to spank you.”

“I disagree,” Sharon retorted desperately although knowing she was going to lose the argument in the face of all these Officials.

The Official said firmly, “That is the decision Sharon, and it can be enforced with the help of the security guards if need be.”

Sharon looked at the three women guards who were standing close-by, arms crossed, on the ready.

Becky said to her Mum, blushing, “I warned you that this would happen if we got caught didn’t I, Mum?”

Sharon blushed at the open admission given by her daughter. “You did say that Becky,” she admitted, adding, “I just wanted the best for you.”

Emma knew that to be true and wanted to take the lead part but in the cold light of day knew her Mum had gone too far this time, and they were both going to pay the price.

Tania sat on a seat in the changing room and said, “Right, I’ll spank Emma first and then Sharon.”

Sharon winced at the thought of being spanked in such a public place.

Tania looked at Becky and said, “Let’s see how fast you swim with a sore bottom, eh missy?”

Emma said suddenly, “Mum, why can’t I spank one of them?”

Tania looked at the Official quizzically. After a moment’s thought the Official replied, “Well actually there isn’t a reason why not.”

“Hah,” Emma said in a gloating tone of voice.

Tania thought for a second and saw a marvellous way to embarrass Sharon. She looked at Emma and said defiantly, “Well I still think I should spank Becky.”

Emma retorted, “That’s fine, I can spank Sharon.”

Sharon was mortified. “You can’t. You are much younger than me.”

Tania interjected, “Well so am I, by a year.”

Sharon stuttered, “Yes, but erm, well, one year is very different to, erm what, erm, twenty two years?”

The Official again interjected. “Actually age is not so important and is not a bar to justice. The law requires the victim to be put first and if the victim metes out the justice then let the lawbreaker beware. Once the principle is established it is just a matter of degree, and under the law twenty two years is as acceptable as one year.” The Official added with finality, “You will be spanked by the young lady and that is final.”

Sharon was exasperated but had no further arguments. She looked across at seventeen-year-old Emma, bit her lip, looked again at the Official but got no encouragement at all, so walked across to the now sitting teenager.

Emma picked up her bag and by the time Sharon had got to her was holding a wicked looking paddle brush. It was then she knew it was a set up. She looked at the Official but she seemed oblivious she had been used. Sharon resigned herself to the now inevitable humiliation.

Tania was the first to demand, “Becky, take your knickers off please.”

“It’s a bikini so almost all my bottom is on show. Surely taking off my knickers isn’t necessary. “

“Get them off Becky,” Sharon repeated firmly, “Unless you want me to invoke Rule 34.”

Becky knew what Rule 34 was. If the rules are questioned incorrectly then Rule 34 allows the punishment to be doubled.

Becky conceded, “That won’t be necessary,” as she stepped out of her knickers and put them on an adjacent chair.

“Get over my lap,” Tania ordered.

The eighteen-year-old had one last look around at all the women looking back at her, some smiling, and noticeably no one actually looking as though they felt sorry for her. The whole matter had been aired in public, the Official had guided the participants through the maze which was the law, and the outcome was Becky going across Tania’s lap. She looked towards Tania and at her full breasts in her bikini top and her bare legs. Then she glanced at the lap she would be bending across. Becky’s mind was racing. She was standing in a room full of women wearing just her bikini top. Tania was sitting down wearing only a bikini. The thought of being put across Tania’s lap, a woman her Mums age near enough, bare skin on bare skin, wasn’t so bad. She was spanked regularly at home, as were most of her friends, so that wasn’t an issue. Sure her bottom would soon be stinging, but that was OK. She wasn’t so happy about being spanked in public but that was what the law allowed so she can’t object about that either. There was nothing for it but to bend across the waiting lap, which she did, settling down, her hands balancing her on the floor, her face inches from Tania’s bare legs.

Suddenly the submissive side of Becky’s persona took over, one she liked, compliant, yielding, and ready to be spanked.

At the same time Sharon was stepping out of her bikini knickers and like Becky put them on an adjacent chair. She didn’t look around as she knew there would not be one sympathetic look. Everyone had heard the case and knew she had lied, got Emma spanked and out of the play, all so her own daughter could take the lady’s lead part.

Sharon looked at Emma, her pert breasts and slim legs. She knew she would have to bend across the waiting lap, her bare skin on Emma’s bare thighs. The thirty-nine-year-old spanked by the seventeen-year-old. Moments later Sharon lay across the lap of the teenager. It felt strange being her age and across the lap of a girl even younger than her own daughter but she had no argument against it. She settled down across the slim lap, her face inches from Emma’s legs and her painted toe nails. This won’t be any fun though. Seventeen-years-old or thirty-eight-years-old, there would be no difference once the spanking started. The teenager would make her cry for sure and her age would be an irrelevance.

Emma and Tania rubbed the respective bottoms across their laps, relishing the pain they were about to impart. Mother and daughter exchanged glances; Tania nodded, and immediately started to spank eighteen-year-old Becky. Emma followed suit and spanked Sharon’s bare bottom, first on alternate bottom cheeks and then lots of times on one bare bottom cheek before spanking the other bare bottom cheek. She was elated to be spanking a woman nearly her Mum’s age.

There was plenty of chatter around the changing room as the spankings proceeded; mainly voices of approval at the decision and that the two women were getting their just desserts.

The sound of open palm on bare bottom resounded around the enclosed changing room. Becky was gasping first as Tania spanked her very hard. Emma was younger and Sharon’s adult bottom was somewhat fleshier than eighteen-year-old Becky’s, but soon enough Sharon squirmed around on her lap as the stinging intensified. Becky looked across at her Mum and nodded towards the paddle hairbrush.

“Sure thing Emma, whenever you want to.”

Emma picked up the wicked looking paddle hairbrush with the huge oval paddle. Emma knew it was the same one her Mum had used on her when Sharon got her spanked. Emma tapped Sharon’s bottom a couple of times, Sharon registered that it was a paddle, tensed her bottom, and when the first spank landed gasped loudly. Emma splattered spanks all over Sharon’s bare bottom which was quickly turned a deep red with several blue bruises. Sharon kicked her legs closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the pain intensified. She knew though she cannot get up. Rule 35 made it clear if the guilty party attempted to avoid the punishment then again it would be doubled or trebled and in certain circumstances increased by even more.

Tania picked up the hairbrush she had brought with her and when she splattered it all over Becky’s bare bottom the eighteen-year-old quickly dissolved into unstoppable crying.

Being disciplined in public was now at the backs of their minds. Sharon and Becky were crying too much as the stinging pain spread right across their bottoms and the bruises developed in front of the audience’s eyes.

It had been four weeks since eighteen-year-old Becky had last been spanked. She had been sent to the local Discipline Centre for a parking offence. There was no court hearing. The Parking Official handed the ticket to her which stated she had seven days to attend the Discipline Centre for a hand spanking. The Parking Official had set the punishment herself but it would be for the Disciplinarian at the Discipline Centre to determine the length of the spanking. Becky thought the Disciplinarian had been rather sexy looking in her uniform and as much as the spanking had hurt, she still masturbated when she got home. Still, although she was given a rather long spanking by the Disciplinarian this punishment from Tania was much more intense.

Sharon was more used to attending the Discipline Centre so whilst this spanking was easier for her to take the humiliation was so much greater because of the audience. That was so different to being spanked by one Disciplinarian in a room by themselves. She still hated being spanked, whether in private or public, simply because it always hurt so much.

The sounds of two paddle brushes spanking two bare bottoms enhanced by the sound of two women crying echoed around the changing room and escaped out in to the swimming pool area. A few women came back in from the pool area to investigate, and when they saw the two women being spanked went back outside and shouted out what was happening. There were knowing looks all around with the assumption the local Officials would have made the right decision. Discipline was such an important deterrent after all.

Back inside the changing room Tania and Emma kept on spanking the two naughty bottoms across their laps. They could have swapped the two women over but decided just by looking at each other it was too much fun as it was. Tania felt good spanking the eighteen-year-old who had taken advantage of a lie to take her daughter’s place in the play. Emma liked the fact she was spanking a woman over twice her own age. In fact it encouraged her to apply for the job Trainee Disciplinarian at the Discipline Centre that was being advertised. She reckoned from the way Sharon was crying out that she had the knack for it.

Eventually Tania and Emma looked at each other and decided they should stop. They reckoned neither Sharon nor Becky would be competing against them in their races. Not now with such red bottoms.

“Get up,” Tania ordered.

“You too,” Emma said to Sharon.

Both women slid off their respective spankers laps and stood up, both immediately rubbing their bottoms. They were conscious of whispering and feared the worst.

The senior Official said, “I agree, 6 strokes of the cane is in order. They know they are not supposed to rub their bottoms.”

Two canes appeared from somewhere and one each handed to Tania and Emma.

Sharon and Becky groaned but knew they could not argue and both turned, bent over, and grabbed the seats.

One Official asked Emma, “Have you used a cane before?”

Emma said happily, “Yes, I’m a prefect at school and have been trained to use it for detentions.” Another reason Emma knew she could easily qualify for the Trainee Disciplinarians job.

“Good enough,” the Official said. “Six strokes each,” she confirmed.

Tania and Emma took up their positions. Each tapped the cane on the presented bottoms, and with a swish and a twist of the wrist landed the first stroke. Sharon and Becky gasped as the stinging raced across their bottoms. A second later the second stroke landed. Both women gritted their teeth as they knew the strokes would be given with only a few seconds between each one and they held their breaths as stroke after stroke landed on their beautifully presented red bottoms. The final stroke was placed squarely across the backs of their legs leaving red lines that would remain on show for as long as Sharon and Becky were wearing bikini knickers.

Mum and daughter were crying freely when the caning was over. Tania and Emma looked at each other, both feeling very pleased with themselves.

Everyone turned to the senior Official who said, “Sharon, Becky, you will stand facing the wall with your hands folded behind your backs until the gala is over and everyone has got changed. That way everyone will see what happens to naughty women like you two. Press your noses against the wall for good measure. Two of the guards will stay here to make sure neither of you rubs your bottom. If you do it will be an appointment at the Discipline Centre for you.” Almost as an afterthought the senior Official said, “Both of you take your bikini tops off. I think you should stand in the nude with your breasts pressed against the wall as well. We are all women here and that will help make you understand how bad you have been.

Sharon and Becky obediently put their arms behind their backs and unclipped their bikini tops sliding them down their arms. They placed the bikini top on the chair with their bikini knickers. Now fully naked they walked over to the wall passing several women who had superior smirks on their faces. The two now well-disciplined women pressed their noses against the wall as well as their breasts and folded their arms behind their backs well above their bottoms. They both still cried. The other women who had been so happy to watch Sharon and Becky being spanked chatted happily as they went out to the pool area. Soon in the changing room there was only the sound of two very unhappy women still sobbing. The two guards watched silently.

Up in the stands quite a number of those who had watched sat quietly, squeezing their thighs together, enjoying the quivering in their pussy’s. They would masturbate properly when they got home but they, like many others, enjoyed watching the public discipline spectacles.

Tania and Emma were both sexually aroused by the spankings they had given. Tania would go home with her winner’s medal and make passionate love to her husband. Emma would go and see Sarah also with her winner’s medal. Emma knew describing how she had spanked Sharon would get Sarah aroused and they would make out as teenagers do when they are in love.

Sharon on the other hand would go home and feel very sorry for herself. She hated being spanked, found no lust in it, and didn’t enjoy the stinging in her bottom at all. For her the fact she would be unable to sit easily for at least a couple of days was an additional humiliation.

Becky was more relaxed. She accepted discipline was a part of everyday life and society was better off for it. Gone were the days of a ‘slap on the wrist’ for committing an offence. She wouldn’t go out of her way to get punished as it did hurt so much, but if she was disciplined then at least she made the most of it. The eighteen-year-old did enjoy the stinging pain particularly after a caning. She was already tensing her thighs to get some enjoyment from the stinging as her nose and breasts with her now erect nipples were pressed against the wall. She would cover her orgasm with a cough and reckoned she would get away with it. She would also certainly masturbate tonight and again tomorrow night while the stinging remained.

Becky squeezed her thighs as she faced the wall, still sobbing, but got herself aroused. Slowly she felt the orgasm come as she played back her spanking and then the caning. She squeezed faster and faster until her pussy quivered and she let out a quiet gasp. She immediately coughed to cover up her orgasm, smiling at the wall as she felt good.

Until one of the guards said sternly, “The daughter just masturbated.”

The other guard said reproachfully, “Why do they think they will get away with it? Do they think we are stupid?”

Becky held her breath as she heard one of the guards come up behind her and put her hand between her legs, running a finger roughly along her pussy. “Yup, that’s sex juice,” the guard said.

The guard spun Becky around and said, “Hey, look at her nipples. So erect. She loved being disciplined I reckon.”

The second guard asked unemotionally, “Who’s going to do it?”

The first guard replied equally expressionlessly, “I will; you did last time.”

“Sure, it’s all yours.”

Becky knew what they meant. It was against the rules to masturbate after a spanking, and she had been caught.

“Go and bend over and grab the seat again, missy,” the guard ordered.

Becky turned and looked at the guard standing close to her. The other guard handed over the cane. Becky looked across at her Mum who still had her nose pressed against the wall and just about saw her Mum shake her head in despair. Becky looked back at the guard and walked over to the seat she had already had to bend over to be caned. She bent down and grabbed the chair, sticking her bottom out again, and waited. This time she was naked and her breasts hung down. Becky was thankful there was only one other guard there watching. Mind you, it didn’t stop her nipples staying erect as she knew by the time she got home she would be itching to masturbate.

The guard took up her position and tapped Becky’s bare bottom. The guard said, “Six strokes.”

Becky took a breath as she knew the cane was arcing down towards her bottom. The cane bit in to her already stinging bottom. She gasped. The stroke was much harder than the cane strokes Tania had given her. She knew they would be as the guards were trained to cane people hard. The second stroke followed quickly. Becky again gasped, louder than before. The third and fourth strokes had Becky yelping with the pain racing across her bottom. The fifth stroke had her lifting one leg and the sixth had her bending both legs and howling.

The guard wasted no time. “Get back and face the wall, missy. Maybe now you will be a good girl.”

Becky walked quickly towards the wall. She pressed her nose and breasts against the wall. She was crying freely, her bottom was stinging. Tears ran down her face. At least the caning was over and she could look forward to enjoying herself when she got home.

The guard came up behind her and said sternly, “Legs apart missy; that will make it more difficult for you giving yourself another orgasm.”

Becky wasn’t going to try that again. The 6 strokes of the cane were enough incentive for her as she spread her legs apart.

Sharon and Becky both knew that what happened to them was right. It might be rough justice, the sole decision of an Official, but they both knew they deserved to be disciplined. There was no appeal of course. The decision was registered as being correct and everyone would accept that and move on. Even Sharon and Becky.

The next day the punishment was reported in the local newspaper so everyone knew Sharon and Becky had been disciplined. There had been twenty two other punishments that day of both men and women. Most took place in the Discipline Centre but there were some others where Officials made decisions on the ground and the guilty people were, like Sharon and Becky, spanked or caned, or both, all in public. Rough but very quick justice. The system worked very well indeed actually.

Many would argue this system was better than court hearings followed by appeals where the victim was all but forgotten in the whole process. How many people today would favour the introduction of such a system of rough but very quick justice that for most was a real deterrent?

When Sharon got home she rubbed cold cream in to her bottom to try to ease the pain. She looked in the mirror and knew the red welts and blue bruises would be there for at least a couple of days and sitting down would be painful.

Becky got home and looked in the mirror at her red wealed and bruised bottom. She smiled to herself, poured herself a glass of wine, sipped it, and called her Mum.” Sorry, Mum,” Becky said sincerely to her Mum.

Sharon replied, “That’s Ok Becky. We got what we deserved and at least it was over quickly.”

“Except for not being able to sit down, eh Mum?” Becky said giggling.

“That’s true Becky,” Sharon said laughing.

Sharon put the phone down and sighed to herself. Yes, she did deserve to be disciplined, she knew. Even as a Mum and at her age she deserved every last spank. She went and sat down gingerly on the sofa with a thick cushion to help relieve the stinging feeling rushing across her bottom.

Becky also knew she had deserved the discipline she received. That didn’t stop her getting undressed, sipping her wine, and settling down on her bed, on her tummy, her fingers running along her pussy, pressing inside, finding her clit, and bringing herself to a sensational orgasm. Good one, for starters, the eighteen-year-old thought. She looked at the business card of the guard who had caned her. Her Mum was still facing the wall at the time when the guard handed it over saying she gave private discipline sessions, if she was interested. Becky was interested, as her fingers played with her pussy again.