Sep 042016
 


Chapter 4: A New Understanding

vintage spanking mother daughterThe latest instalment from Mr Possum’s ongoing spanking stories.  For earlier chapters or to submit your own stories, see here.

Kellie and Jennifer got dressed in silence.  Kellie felt rather tentative after she had openly showed more than a little affection for Jennifer – a woman 16 years her senior.  Jennifer felt intrigued by her young admirer – a young woman who not only took a fairly severe strapping from her mother for Jennifer’s benefit, but who also obviously enjoyed giving Jennifer a good strapping as well.

They did the ‘walk of shame’ again but this time clothed.  Jennifer couldn’t help but re-live in her mind the feelings she had when she had made the walk not an hour ago in the nude.  She now felt rather proud of herself as to how she had conducted herself – baring all in front of Vivienne and Kellie – taking a rather painful strapping – the first in her life – and now about to sit down with her tormentors as if nothing had happened.  She felt it was indeed a strange world.

As they entered the lounge room Vivienne was sitting down pouring their cups of tea.  “Well, how do you feel?” she asked Jennifer, “a little sore perhaps?”

Jennifer, somewhat more relaxed now that her ordeal was over, decided to be quite open about her feelings.  “I’m OK ….. sore, but fine really.”

“Good” said Vivienne “so now we can discuss how to deal with Lucy.  You know what it’s like to get strapped – and I think you might be starting to realise how a good strapping can change one’s thinking about one’s behaviour – would you like another dose?”

Surprised at Vivienne’s question, and knowing all too well that Vivienne was serious, Jennifer politely declined: “Uh ….. no,  not really.  I think I’ve had enough.  Got the message, thank you.”

“Oh Jennifer” continued Vivienne, “I don’t think you’ve quite got the message yet.  You may have an idea about what to do – but you’re a little haphazard in the execution.  You need more practice.  Don’t you agree?”

“I think I’ll be able to cope.  I mean getting practice isn’t going to be overly easy, is it?  You just can’t ask someone to ‘present their bottom’ for a strapping, can you?  And it’s not all that difficult really, I mean – I wasn’t that bad, surely?”

“Kellie” asked Vivienne: “how was Jennifer from your end?  Good, bad or indifferent dear?”

With a great smirk on her face, Kellie looked at Jennifer and responded to her mother’s question: “Pretty terrible” laughing.  “But my bottom’s quite sore, so she couldn’t have been that bad.”

“If your bottom’s sore dear, it’s because of the strapping I gave you to start with.  Did Jennifer make any impression at all?”

Kellie and Jennifer had sat on the settee, and Kellie now moved much closer to Jennifer and put her arm around her and said nonchalantly: “Oooh she wasn’t too bad – I certainly felt her strokes.  Another two or three sessions and she’ll be good to go.”

Jennifer looked at her young admirer in amazement – where had the two or three more sessions come from?  And would that include her – being on the receiving end?  And was Kellie really offering her own bottom for those extra sessions – for Jennifer to practice on?  This was all becoming a bit much for Jennifer – but before she said anything – and she had thought of making her excuses and making a hasty retreat home – she quickly thought, would two or three sessions with a bare bottomed Kellie be all that bad – maybe not?  Watching Kellie bounce around rubbing her bottom had been a little exciting – even stimulating – and Kellie obviously didn’t seem to worry about the part she played in the charade – so why not?  And what if she had to get another strapping – Jennifer realised that she could take it.  Perhaps a hasty retreat would be foolhardy – perhaps she had found a new pleasure with her neighbourly tormentors?  Perhaps she actually had enjoyed the experience – painful certainly – but a little erotic as well.  By God – she wondered – where had she got such thoughts from.  As her mind raced about the endless possibilities of her new-found circumstance, Vivienne re-started the conversation.

“I agree – Jennifer needs more practice and we’ll give it to her.  But not without penalty.  Jennifer, Kellie will make her bottom available for your practice – but it will be quid pro quo.  She has developed an interest in administering discipline – having always hitherto been on the receiving end, as I have for that matter.  So you will report here for the next three afternoons – Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.  Tomorrow Harold will leave for the airport around noon – for two weeks visiting inter-State offices, so we just need to send Ashlie off somewhere tomorrow.  She’ll be at school Monday and Tuesday.  We’ll then have the house to ourselves.  Kellie works mornings and Thursday and Friday evenings, so she’ll be home.”

Now, for the order of proceedings: you will strap Kellie’s bottom first, then she will strap yours – good and hard.  You’re long overdue for some discipline – I’m convinced of that.  I’ll supervise proceedings – and since I’m also usually on the receiving end of Harold’s disciplinary endeavours, I intend to strap both of your bottoms.  And make no mistake about it ladies – I really enjoyed strapping your bottoms today – very much so.  Much more fun than Harold strapping me.  So that’s it – we three are going to experience the pain and pleasure of sore bottoms.  We’ll worry about Lucy later.  Are we agreed?”

“I’m in” announced Kellie with a cheeky smile on her face – she was forever smiling. “And you, Mrs Sangster – are you up for it?” Kellie asked Jennifer – always using her proper title as young people in the Barrett household were not permitted to address adults by the first names.  Jennifer looked at Kellie – then Vivienne – and with a little trepidation announced: “Yes, I’m in – although I don’t believe I am doing this.”

“Why don’t you believe you’re doing this” asked Vivienne “something worrying you?”

OK” replied Jennifer now anxious to get things off her chest.  “I rather enjoyed strapping Kellie’s bottom – I found it quite arousing.  She’s got a cute bottom and having it there – bent over in front of me – for me to do with as I please, gave me a great sense of power over her.  That I found made me feel – as you said yesterday Vivienne – horny.  And me – you ordering me to strip naked and marching me naked down to the kitchen – the power you had over me was quite unnerving but, in a strange way, it too was arousing – as it was unnerving.  And it was pleasurable.  And being ordered to bend over and get my bare bottom strapped – made me feel rather connected to you – in a nice, endearing way.  The strap hurt – each stroke made me want to cry – but I took it and afterwards – now – my bottom feels rather pleasant.  So I want to do it – but I’m not sure why I want to do it.  But I will.  For good reasons or for bad reasons – I just don’t know.  But I’ll do it.  Three afternoons – and as you say, some pain, and some pleasure.  And believe me Kellie – my aim will improve and I am going to enjoy strapping your bottom – just as you enjoyed strapping mine – as you made clear upstairs a few minutes ago.”

“Oh did she?” queried Vivienne.  “How much did you enjoy strapping Jennifer’s bottom Kellie – I hope not too much?”

“You’ll see” replied Kellie starting to be just a little more adventurous in her overtures to and about Jennifer.  Jennifer looked on with unease – and hoped that her mother would not sense anything other than a young woman’s childish fancy for an older woman.  Or was she misreading Kellie’s signals – perhaps it wasn’t flirtation?  But then again, Kellie had kissed her on the lips when they were both naked.  Jennifer made a mental note that she needed to be careful when Kellie was around – not to unduly encourage her beyond their new mutual interest.

“Fine, then it’s agreed” said Vivienne.  “Tomorrow afternoon at 2.00 pm.  Jennifer I want you to come in and go straight to Kellie’s room – the room next to mine.  She will leave her door open.  I want you both to strip naked and march yourselves down to the kitchen and wait for me there.”

“Not naked” pleaded Jennifer: “do we always have to be naked?”

“Most certainly dear – that’s how we do it here.  Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.  Kellie and Ashlie are – and me.  Mr Barrett is most insistent about us having to bare all – the embarrassment is good for the soul.  So just do it, OK?”

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