Summary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter. Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure. By Mr Possum
Chapter 3 (See other chapters here)
Help for Jennifer
The following day, Saturday, after Vivienne had had her two discussions, firstly with Jennifer and secondly with Kellie, Vivienne telephoned Jennifer: “Hi Jennifer, it’s Viv. Are you busy at the moment?”
Somewhat surprised by receiving a phone call from Vivienne, as they usually visited one another’s houses, Jennifer replied that she was free – not busy at all.
“Well Jen, I want you to do me a favour – would you please come and see me. I have something we need to do. I have left the back door open – come through the kitchen, through the lounge and dining rooms, out into the main hallway and up the stairs. My bedroom is down the corridor – far end on the left. Can you come now?”
“Sure” said Jennifer, surprised that her friend wants to see her in her bedroom, but if that’s what she wanted, she thought no more of it. She hastened next door. The back door into the kitchen was open and she went in. The kitchen was huge – it must have been some sort of extension – it was like a dance floor. And then she was suddenly confronted by ‘that table’ – the kitchen table – and she could not help herself but visualise a naked Vivienne sprawled across the table with her husband, Harold, wielding a strap across poor Vivienne’s bottom. Jennifer’s conjured-up image was purely delectable – her naked friend getting a bare bottom thrashing – with her two daughters looking on. Jennifer found the table rather intimidating – it was long and fairly narrow – and her fantasy changed from Vivienne being across the table to herself having been bent over the table and with Harold strapping her bottom. Jennifer shivered in fear at the thought. Jennifer snapped back to reality – setting aside her fantasy world – and proceeded through the lounge and dining rooms to the stairs – and up to the top floor corridor. Again Jennifer’s mind went wild – it was in overdrive – fantasising about having to do the ‘walk of shame’ – completely nude – down this long hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen – to ‘that table’. Vivienne, Kellie and Ashlie – what must have been in their minds as they make that long, embarrassing walk down to the kitchen – knowing that their husband and father was waiting for them – strap in hand ready – ready to apply it to their bare bottoms.
Finally Jennifer reached the last door on the left – it was ajar. She heard voices coming from inside, so she gently knocked on the door to hear Vivienne bid her enter. As Jennifer stepped into the room she was taken aback by the sight before her. Vivienne was sitting on the bed – her arms folded across her ample chest. Kellie was standing at the end of the bed completely nude. Jennifer immediately backed away with: “sorry, I’ll come back.”
“No need” says Vivienne “come in. We want you to see this.”
‘See what’ thought Jennifer. What was going on – was Kellie in some sort of trouble? But Kellie looked strangely relaxed and even cheerful – she was even smiling. And for once Jennifer, who had had a lifelong fixation about the size of bosoms – probably brought about by her own rather large bosoms, had her long-outstanding question finally answered – Kellie also had big bosoms – as big, if not bigger, than Jennifer’s, which were a respectable 40 DD. And despite Vivienne being fully clothed, Jennifer could clearly see that Vivienne’s bosoms were bigger than Kellie’s, and so her own. Problem solved – answer indisputable. Jennifer’s somewhat irrational musings on bosom size had made her feel more relaxed – but then Vivienne spoke out in a rather stern, unforgiving tone – to which Jennifer was unfamiliar.
“Jennifer, thanks for coming. We don’t have too long – Harold will be home from the Golf Club in a few hours, so we need to get on with things without messing around. Our little chat yesterday got me thinking – so there is something we need to talk about, and then there is something we need to do. I have thought about what we talked about and your problems with Lucy. And while I know that in this day and age looking for blame is no longer the done thing, I think that we do need to consider who might be to blame for your problems and, to my mind, I think you must accept a certain amount of blame yourself.”
Jennifer suddenly felt rather uneasy – like a naughty child. She nervously moved weight from one foot to the other wishing she could just bolt out the room and be gone – but she felt obliged to hear out her friend. And poor Kellie – still standing there in the nude. Vivienne stood-up and continued: “As the parent, you are responsible in part for Lucy’s behaviour. You should have stepped in long ago and put a stop to it. But you didn’t, did you? You let it develop and get out of hand – and now she is, to use your own words, unbearable. That’s no way for a child to behave – even one at Lucy’s age. She needs a soundly strapped bottom – we agreed on that, and we’ll get to that later. But firstly Jennifer – I think you need your bottom strapped. Don’t you?”
Jennifer was speechless. Was this what this was all about – Vivienne intended to strap her bottom? She was a grown woman – in her late thirties – and now a woman, not much older than herself, said she was going to strap her bottom! It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t, could it? But Jennifer recalled the conversation from yesterday where she had agreed that Lucy needed the strap – and what Vivienne was now proposing was horrible, even if unacceptably logical.
“I’m not sure that would be fair ……. appropriate ……. proper – I mean …. “ Jennifer was totally lost for words and whatever words came out of her mouth, she realised simply got her into more strife: “I mean …… I’m too old to get the strap …. Aren’t I?!?” Then she realised that she was talking to a woman who told her only yesterday that she got the strap herself and she was 3-4 years older than Jennifer. Oh what a mess she now found herself in!
“Jennifer trust me – you are not too old, nor too big to get the strap. I get it and so should you. And you are going to, believe me – before you leave this house today. And you won’t like it ….. you won’t enjoy it, but it will do you the world of good. I cannot have you unleashing a sound strapping on poor Lucy’s bottom when you are partly to blame. She certainly deserves it – definitely – but so do you. Are you going to take your punishment – a well deserved punishment – or not?”
Jennifer was now on the spot – decision time. Deep down inside she knew Vivienne had a good point – but she didn’t fancy being on the receiving end of such wisdom. But if she refused, how would that effect their friendship with Vivienne – which Jennifer valued greatly. And secretly Jennifer was feeling strangely curious as to whether or not she could take a strapping – over ‘that’ table? Her mother’s occasional fling with the hairbrush had been painful – but she was only a little girl at the time – perhaps now fully developed, her bottom could take a bit of punishment and pain – so why not? Vivienne and her girls can obviously take it – they seem happy enough despite Harold strapping their bottoms. But then again, why should she get strapped – Lucy was the real problem. Jennifer struggled with mixed emotions – to take it or to run?
“Very well” said Jennifer, finally relenting: “as you wish.” Vivienne seemed pleased and Kellie suddenly had a huge grin on her face. And Jennifer still wondered why Kellie was there, and why was she in the nude?
“Very well, Jennifer, a good decision. Brave and worthy of you. Now take off your clothes” ordered Vivienne.
“Vivienne ….. come on, take off my clothes?!” Jennifer exclaimed in horror.
“Certainly – everything off – you know what happens in this household, I explained it all yesterday. You will strip, same as Kellie. The pair of you will then go down to the kitchen – remember the ‘walk of shame’ – and once there Kellie is going to bend over the table for me to give her 12 good strokes across her bare bottom. She has volunteered to be the ‘guinea pig’ for your familiarisation course. I will show you how a good strapping is administered. You will watch closely – and learn. Then my dear, it’ll be your turn. You will then strap Kellie’s bottom while observe your technique. If I do not consider it satisfactory, you will get double the number of strokes I had intended to give you. So pay attention to how I strap Kellie – it’s your bottom that will suffer if you don’t strap Kellie properly. Once we have finished with Kellie, it will be your turn to bend over the table, and I will administer 12 firm strokes across your bottom – or 24 if your strapping of Kellie proved inadequate. There are two reasons why you deserve, and need, a good strapping – one, you have not been a good mother in allowing Lucy’s bad behaviour to get out of hand, and two, you will feel what Lucy will feel when you strap her bottom. We all need to know what it feels like when we inflict a little pain on others. Now ….. get those clothes off.”
Resigned to her fate, Jennifer slowly took off her clothes. She felt totally embarrassed and exposed. She hated being naked, and she hated even the thought of anyone seeing her naked. And here she was stripped to the skin in front of her neighbour and her 22 year old daughter. Jennifer wished she could just disappear – but she had resolved in her own mind that she could do it and she would. She would take whatever Vivienne had in store for her – and she would take it with pride. She would not show fear, although inwardly trembling from head to toe – knees like jelly. Such she considered was ‘all in her mind’ – and she suffered on regardless and did what she was told.
Once in the nude, and covering as much of herself as she could with her hands and arms, Jennifer heard Vivienne give the dreaded order: “down stairs ladies – to the kitchen.” Jennifer suddenly recalled her earlier thoughts as she had passed through the kitchen on the way to see Vivienne – almost deja vu – as it was now actually happening to her. It was no longer a fantasy thought – but her reality – and it was she who was going to be sprawled naked across the kitchen table while Vivienne strapped her bare bottom. She realised that things had now progressed so far that there was no turning back – she was going to have to take a strapping. But first was the ‘walk of shame’ – she was going to have to walk naked down the long corridor, all the way down the stairs, through the lounge and dining rooms and into the kitchen – oh God she thought, what if someone saw her?
Kellie led the way – her shapely and somewhat cheeky bottom swaying and wavering gently from side to side as she walked down the hallway. Jennifer followed with Vivienne behind her. Jennifer wondered if Vivienne was studying her bottom just as Jennifer was studying Kellie’s cute bottom? But then she again snapped out of her fantasy world and realised that, as a mature, grown-up 38 year old woman, she was actually being marched, completely nude, through someone else’s house on her way to get her bottom strapped.
Before long Jennifer was in the kitchen standing in front of the table. Kellie stood alongside – rather closely in Jennifer’s mind – their arms were actually touching which made Jennifer feel a little uncomfortable – although it was pleasant that someone else sharing her predicament.
“Now Jennifer – Kellie is going to fetch the strap – it hangs behind the pantry door. She’ll then bend over the table, gripping the far edge. I stand here and you can stand on the other side – get a bit closer – and watch closely. Consider this a very important lesson. Fail to learn your lesson, and I’ll ensure that you’ll regret not paying closer attention.” Kellie returned with the strap and handed it to her mother. Jennifer took a good look at it – it was rather short but wide, and unpleasantly thick. Jennifer guessed that it would hurt. Conscious of Vivienne’s dire warning about paying attention, Jennifer fixed her eyes on Kellie’s waiting bottom – and couldn’t help but think how cute it was. Vivienne then placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom.
“See – this is where you start – first stroke here, then work your way down to the crease – where bottom meets thigh. You should generally avoid striking the thigh – it hurts terribly – but I always finish with a stroke the width of the strap below the crease – top of the thigh – just to remind the recipient that if there’s any nonsense during their strapping, their thighs become fair game. Now watch.”
Vivienne started to strap Kellie’s bottom. Kellie seemed to enjoy it – although Jennifer thought that the strokes were quite severe. But after the first six strokes, Kellie not only starting to squirm rather noticeably, but her ‘ooos’ and ‘aaaahs’ became quite frequent. Finally Vivienne finished and put the strap on the table. Kellie stood upright, quickly clamping her hands to her bottom and with a smile: “thanks Mum.”
Kellie looked at Jennifer: ”see, wasn’t too bad ….. you might even enjoy it.”
“That’s enough Kellie – you know Jennifer won’t enjoy it – so be quiet – or you can have another dozen from me!”
“OK Jennifer” Vivienne continued: “now I want to see how well you can strap Kellie’s bottom. No fooling around – take it from me, Kellie has been a very naughty girl and deserves a good strapping. Your job is to give it to her”.
Kellie, with her hands on hips, in an aggressive stance, looked rather surprised and a little annoyed at her mother’s entreaties to Jennifer to make her strapping a good one.
Jennifer picked-up the strap from the table, took a deep breath and looking directly into Kellie’s eyes instructed her: “Bend over please Kellie.” Kellie complied and Jennifer was again entranced by Kellie’s large bosoms and how they flattened out on the table top when she got into position for her strapping. Jennifer shook her head – to get her mind off bosoms – and directed her attention to the shapely young bottom awaiting her pleasure. Vivienne watched Jennifer like a hawk. Jennifer placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom, took a deep, deep breath, pulled back her arm and ‘splat’ struck Kellie quite vigorously across her bottom. “Bit low … not quite on target” sniped Vivienne. Jennifer again took aim and administered the next stroke. “Ouch” exclaimed Kellie. “Still too low …. keep your eyes on where you want the strap to land” sniped Vivienne as Jennifer’s stroke landed below the intended spot. Jennifer decided on a new strategy – strike fast and Vivienne wouldn’t be able to see where the strokes had landed. Jennifer then applied the remaining 10 strokes to Kellie’s well reddened bottom. When finished Jennifer announced: “OK Kellie ….. thanks ….. that’s it.” As Jennifer looked at Kellie’s reddened bottom, she felt a certain satisfaction with her handiwork. Kellie stood-up and rubbed her bottom and Vivienne had stepped forward and had taken the strap from Jennifer.
“Well, we have a few improvements necessary, my dear. You know where you want the strap to land – but you just can’t seem to get it to land there. Poor concentration my dear – and you probably need some more practice.” And turning to her daughter still furiously rubbing her bottom: “how’s your bottom Kellie?”
“Fine” says Kellie “not as bad as Dad ….. or you” not wanting her mother to feel left out of her positive assessment. Inclusion was the in-thing – so complimenting her mother’s efforts could save her bottom in the future.
Vivienne turned to Jennifer: “your turn ……. bend over the table, take a firm grip of the far edge then pull your body back so your arms are fully stretched. Feet forward – I want a nice little curve to your bottom – gives me a nice target.” Jennifer could not believe her ears – her neighbour, a close friend – was standing behind her with her hands on her bare bottom – as she positioned Jennifer’s bottom as she pleased. Jennifer could not believe either her current disposition or the level of embarrassment she now felt.
“Bottom up a little more dear” said Vivienne manhandling Jennifer’s bottom to where and how she wanted it. “Excellent” announced Vivienne finally. “Harold is always very fussy about how we present our bottoms – if he does not like the way they’re presented, we can get extra strokes. So keep your bottom where it is, my dear, and we can begin.”
With those words Jennifer felt Vivienne place the dreaded, and much talked about strap, on her bottom. It felt rather warm – from its hard work on Kellie’s bottom. Then Jennifer felt the strap lift off her bottom and she knew she was just about to get her 38 year old bottom strapped – something she could never have believed would ever happen. But with a terrible ‘splat’ and a sharp stinging sensation, Jennifer felt what it was like to get the strap. She had fantasised about it quite a bit since Vivienne had mentioned it yesterday – she had wondered what it would be like to get strapped – and now she was finding out.
Vivienne kept the strokes coming at a measured pace – Jennifer felt the strap landing a bit further down her bottom with each stroke – and as Vivienne got to the tenth stroke, she struck it across the top of Jennifer’s thigh. Jennifer leapt-up clutching her bottom and howling unashamedly. “Down” said Vivienne “back in position for the final two please”. Jennifer obeyed – better to get it over with. ‘Splat’, splat’ – they both landed at the top of her thighs and hurt like hell. Jennifer was soon prancing around clutching her bottom like a person possessed. “Oh God that hurts ….. shit ……. damn” bemoaned Jennifer as Vivienne and Kellie looked on in amusement.
“Excellent” said Vivienne: “now you know what it feels like to get a good strapping – a real strapping ….. a good lesson eh?” There was a pause as Vivienne and Kellie exchanged glances. “Right … well then Jennifer … I said that you’d regret not paying close attention to my strapping Kellie – your need to apply greater concentration to what you’re doing. I think another six on your bottom might be a help – a little extra motivation perhaps? Could’ve been 12 dear – but six will suffice.”
“No please Viv, no more. I’m sore ….. very sore” pleaded Jennifer, but to no avail. Jennifer had moved away from the table but Vivienne placed her hands firmly on Jennifer shoulders and moved her back into position. She then pushed Jennifer back down over the table. Jennifer in total resignation gripped the far edge of the table and awaited her fate. She now realised that Vivienne was not someone to argue with.
“Here Kellie” was said as Vivienne handed the strap to Kellie “your turn. See what you can do.” With a broad grin on her face Kellie pranced forward and gleefully grabbed the strap from her mother. She was over the moon that after years of getting her bottom strapped, she was now allowed to administer a strapping to someone else, And she was rather keen to strap Jennifer – because secretly she had always had a bit of a crush of her neighbour. Her chat to her mother yesterday – when she had proposed that Jennifer should be strapped as part of a discipline familiarisation process – was all part of Kellie’s intentions towards Jennifer. Now she had not only seen Jennifer stripped naked and strapped by her mother, but she was now allowed to strap the hapless Jennifer herself – a pleasure she only ever dreamed of before now.
Jennifer realised that Kellie had been given the strap leapt-up in protest: “Vivienne …… you can’t be serious – Kellie’s nude – she can’t strap me!!” Vivienne scowled at Jennifer in displeasure. Kellie taps the strap into the palm of her hand – waiting.
“Jennifer in this household the person being disciplined does precisely what they’re told – immediately and without talking back or without argument. It’s called obedience. And when my husband is away, I call the shots. I want you across that table with your bottom properly presented so Kellie can strap it. I don’t care if she is nude – I wouldn’t care if she was in fancy dress – when I tell her to strap your bottom that’s precisely what I expect her to do ….. or her own bottom will be tanned yet again. Now take your punishment ………… and Kellie, make it 12 strokes. Jennifer needs an additional lesson in obedience.”
Jennifer was not accustomed to nudity – being nude herself or having others around her being nude. She had been brought-up with fairly prudish principles. The thought of being strapped on her bare bottom by a nude girl, half her age – the age of one of her own daughters – created much turmoil in Jennifer’s mind. She could never have imagined that something like this could ever happen to her.
But by now Jennifer’s bottom was intensely warm and tender to touch. And surprisingly, she felt rather aroused. Perhaps Vivienne was right – perhaps a strapped bottom can make you horny. But the look on Kellie’s face worried Jennifer. Perhaps Jennifer’s objection to being strapped by Kellie had upset Kellie? The rather sexy but charming 22 year old had a certain glint in her eye that made Jennifer very nervous. And Kellie had a cute way of curling her lip in the corner of her mouth – which exposed a hint of her teeth – like a leopard about to pounce on its prey. But determined not to show fear – Jennifer bent back across the table and presented her bare bottom to her young tormentor.
She felt the strap laid across her bottom as the buxom young girl took aim. And ‘splat’ – Kellie landed a hard stroke which took Jennifer’s breath away. Oh God, thought Jennifer, this girl not only knew how to strap a bottom, but she seemed to be enjoying it. The next stroke elicited a loud “ooow” and Vivienne added encouragement to her daughter: “good one, my dear …. keep it up!”
Jennifer took her 12 strokes bravely. Kellie demonstrated a natural talent for the task she had been given by her mother. After the twelfth stroke Kellie leaned forward and whispered in Jennifer’s ear, with her bosom most noticeably pressing against Jennifer’s back “stand up, Mrs Sangster …. all over …. well taken.” Jennifer was awash with sensations – being strapped in the nude, by a nude young woman half her age, and who then obviously and intentionally pressed her body up against hers. It left Jennifer weirdly excited but also strangely fearful of this girl. And while physical contact between naked bodies had always been a total no-no for Jennifer – except with her now deceased husband – she had suddenly found it rather pleasant, even if a bit unnerving.
“Up stairs and get dressed – lessons over for today. Jennifer ….. I think you still have much to learn. But we’ll talk about that over tea, after you’re dressed.”
Jennifer headed for the door as fast as her feet would carry her. She was anxious to get upstairs and get dressed – longing for the safety of being covered by clothes. But Kellie was close behind. As they entered Vivienne’s bedroom Kellie grabbed Jennifer by the arm turning her around – so they were face-to-face. Kellie smiled and gave Jennifer a rather passionate kiss on the lips with: “I enjoyed that. Did you enjoy it? I mean me – strapping your bottom?”
Jennifer was stunned – here she was still naked with a very attractive younger woman, also naked, pressing her body against hers and kissing her. Jennifer did not know how to respond – Kellie was her daughter’s age – but she was not her daughter – she was an adult and perhaps adults can do silly things when they have sore bottoms. All Jennifer could think of saying was: “mine hurts, what about yours?”
Kellie smiled and turned around, bent over and presented her bright red bottom for Jennifer to inspect, adding: “see what you did. Bet you did enjoy it!” Jennifer couldn’t get dressed fast enough.