  Recently I recalled an incident from many years ago. I was at university and my mother (please see photo at top right) andstepfather came to visit me one Saturday morning. We went by car to a nearby town famous for its pork pies. During the morning my mother said something whichupset me and made me angry but I contained myself.At lunchtime we went for a meal to a nice restaurant. After the meal mummy decided to go to the ladies room and I went with her. It was a small room with only one loo. I went first followed by mummy. It was at that point that it occurred to me that I had the opportunity to get my own back for the morning s upset. As mummy bent over to pull her knickers up I took hold of her round the waist and forced her to bend over further. Her big, bare bottom was now in an ideal position for me to smack. I managed to get my phone out of my pocket and, muchto my mother s consternation, took a photo of the said bottom.(please see foot of the page) I then proceeded to smack the pale cheeks all over .right cheek ,left cheek, across her crack,right where she sits down.Every smack was reacted to in one way or another and she frequently pleaded stop Soph,please stop but I didn t stop until her once pale bottom was as red as a bowl of ripe strawberries. When I released her her hands flew straightaway behind her, first to hold and then to rub her burning buttocks. I left her to compose herself and to minister to her nether region. When she rejoined us she made no comment about what had happened. Of course I knew that inside her denim trousers and her white cotton knickers hersitting roomwas on fire. The next day, on the phone, she admitted that even sitting on the loo was very painful. She also told me that in the ladies room she had been worried that at any moment another woman might walk in and not only see her bare bottom but also realise that she was being spanked by her daughter.
On one fine Spring day my mother was in the front garden where she was joined by her husband. He was cross with her for some reason and after a brief conversation he took her arm and led her indoors. Once in the sitting room he made her kneel on one of the easy chairs, lift the skirt of her dress to her waist and lower her white cotton knickers. By the time he had finished with her she had a very red and very sore bottom which made sitting down very uncomfortable for her! After the spanking he made his wife return to the front garden with her dress pinned up at the back, not wearing any knickers and with her bare, bright red bottom on display!
One day in the late summer when the day was sunny and quite warm my mother was out in the garden doing some general tidying up. My stepfather found her in the garden, reminded her that she was due a spanking and proceeded there and then to give his wife what she was due. VI should say that, once she was upended over his knee, her skirt a quite long denim skirt ( please see photo at bottom left) which had become her gardening skirt was raised to her waist, her knickers were lowered to her thighs and my stepfather gave his wife what she was owed on the pale cheeks of her bare bottom.
A week or so later my mother was invited for coffee by Belinda, a youngish widow, whose garden adjoins ours. She told my mother that she was in her garden when all the above happened. My mother was so embarrassed, asked her what she had seen and was mortified to learn that Belinda had viewed the entire expanse of her pale, bare bottom and had watched my stepfather change completely the colour of his wife s behind. She had never seen an adult woman being spanked before and was fascinated by what she saw.
I recently attended a family wedding with my mother and stepfather. Just before he took a mother and daughter photo my stepfather said to his wife: When we get back home YOU will be taking a trip over my knee whilst I pull your knickers down, bare that big fat arse of yours and tan it so hard that you won t be able to sit down for a week. Because we were about to have the photo taken my mother and I were standing very close to each other facing the camera. It was easy therefore for me to reach behind her, gently pat both her plump soft bottom cheeks and murmur some words of commiseration. That is why my mother could barely manage a half-hearted smile because she was already worrying about being put over her husband s knee yet again and yet again being given a good hiding on her bare behind. And that is why I am smiling broadly, in spite of my commiserations, because I know that later in the day I will see my mummy s bottom and see it get a sound spanking!
And sure enough, not very long after our return home my stepfather kept his promise to his wife. Even before we had time to change out of our wedding attire she was upended over his knee, a position she was now becoming far too familiar with. Not just over his knee but jacknifed right over so that her high-heeled shoes were on the floor at one side and h ... |
... Story Originally Started by Sophie (United Kingdom)
w 37 but still getting spanked when I visit home and misbehave. It goes without saying that my mother is still regularly disciplined on her bare bottom by my SF. I m looking forward to Christmas Day not least because my mother always gets a Christmas morning spanking from my SF before church. Moreover, having been spanked in her bedroom she is obliged to come into my bedroom and ask me to give my opinion on whether her bottom is red enough or not! Of course, in order for me to pass judgement my mother has to lift her skirt up at the back, drop her knickers and present her bare, reddened bottom to me for inspection.
