Last week I made my usual visit to my mum. I parked the car and went in.
“Hello mum, I’m here,” I called out.
“In here,” replied mum from the lounge.
I went in and gave mum a kiss but I got a very frosty reception.
“Something the matter mum?” I asked.
“You might well ask,” she replied.
“So what is it then?”
“As if you didn’t know,” came the reply.
“Know what?” I queried.
“When you were here last week you used my computer.”
“That’s right mum.”
“What were you looking at?”
I suddenly froze. I remembered that when I finished I forgot to clear my browsing history and she had obviously found what I’d been looking at.
“Just having a bit of fun mum, that’s all,” I replied.
“You think looking at those spanking websites is just fun do you?” said mum.
“There’s no harm done,” I protested.
“No harm done indeed. Did I give you permission to use my computer for that?”
“No mum,” I replied , trying to look suitably ashamed.
“And what do you think David or the girls would say if they knew what you were up to?” asked mum.
“They wouldn’t know,” I replied.
“Only if I didn’t tell them.”
“Mum, you wouldn’t?”
“That depends,” she said.
“On what?” I replied.
I was starting to get a bit edgy at this stage, not sure what Mum was angling at.
“Whether you are prepared to be punished.”
“Punished! What do you mean, punished?” I gasped.
“I seem to remember when you were at home that I used to apply the slipper to your naughty bottom.”
“Oh no mum, no that, please, I’m a mother myself.”
“It’s either that or I tell David. The choice is yours.”
“That’s blackmail,” I protested.
“You could call it that, but at least I’m giving you a choice.”
“You call that a choice,” I exclaimed.
“Of course. Now make your mind up, we can’t stand here all day.”
Obviously, I had no choice, so I had to accept the punishment.
“Alright mum, you have it your way. Shall I bend over?”
“Yes dear, stay there while I get your father’s slipper.”
Nothing changes, just the same as when she did it all those years ago.
“Now Linda, do you remember how many whacks I gave you then?”
“How could I forget? It was four.”
“I’m surprised you remember. As you are now an adult you should know better and therefore I’m going to increase your punishment accordingly. You will now get eight whacks.”
“Eight! you’re joking,” I exclaimed.
“You know that as a former schoolteacher I never joke about these things.”
“But mum that’s really going to hurt,” I protested. I knew that my plea would fall on deaf ears, as it did all those years ago.
“I hope it does.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say about your daughter, I’m an adult now, not a silly child you know.”
“By the way you’ve been acting that’s exactly what you are, and now I’m going to slipper you accordingly.”
I held my breath and waited. My thin trousers and knickers would offer little protection against the slipper wielded by a former teacher.
THWACK!
“Oooow, mum, that hurt.”
THWACK!
“Oouuch.”
THWACK!
“Ooooww. Mum stop it. I don’t deserve this.”
“You deserve every one of these. Now keep still.”
THWACK!
“Wooooww.”
“That’s half way. I hope this is having the desired effect Linda?”
“It might be for you mum, but not for me.”
“You obviously need the rest then.”
WHACK!
“Ooow.”
“You haven’t lost your touch have you?” I complained.
“No dear, an expert with the slipper never forgets.”
WHACK!
“Yeooow.”
WHACK!
“Oooow.”
“Last one dear.”
THWACK!
“Yeooow. Did you have to do it so hard Mum?”
“Alright Linda, you can get up now.”
I got up and rubbed my sore bottom. It felt on fire. All I know is that she hadn’t lost her touch. It even made my eyes water.
“Now then Linda, I think it’s time for a cup of tea.”
“If it’s alright with you mum, I think I’ll have mine standing up.”
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Sun Sep 18, 2016 4:20 pm
