Love and Spanking 11
“Oh just having a little fun, said David, after Mrs Reynolds had come home early and caught the pair enjoying a spanking session.
“Hello Mum,” said Cynthia, looking up from over David’s lap.
“So this is what goes on when I’m out of the house,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“There’s no harm in husband and wife having a little fun is there?” said David.
“Not at all,” smiled Mrs Reynolds. “Carry on.”
“Mum, you’re not going to stand and watch are you?” said Cynthia.
“Why not, I have to have my little pleasures too,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“What do you mean, your little pleasures?” asked Cynthia.
“You obviously enjoy being spanked, so why shouldn’t I?”
“You actually enjoy being spanked?” gasped Cynthia.
“Of course dear,” replied her mother.
Cynthia thought for a second. “So who spanks you?”
“Well now, that would be telling wouldn’t it,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“You mean you actually got to someone to be spanked?” said a horrified Cynthia.
“Where do you think I go once a week?”
“But I thought I was the only one to......” said David.
Cynthia looked up at David. “You spank my mother?” she gasped.
David blushed. “She spanks me as well.”
Cynthia got up and looked at David and then her mother. “Do you mean to tell me that you two spank each other without telling me,” demanded an angry Cynthia. “How could you be so deceitful?”
“We were going to tell you dear, when the time was right,” said mum.
“I don’t believe you,” cried Cynthia, almost in tears. “To think this has been going on behind my back.”
David put his arm around Cynthia’s shoulder. “We’ll make it up to you, honestly.”
“How?”
“You can punish us, how and as often as you like,” said David.
By the look on Mrs Reynolds’s face, she wasn’t so sure.
“Really?” said Cynthia, her face suddenly brightening. “Can I Mum?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite like that.”
“But I can cane you? make up for all those canings you’ve given me.”
“Yes dear.”
“Wonderful,” cried Cynthia. “Tell me something Mum, did you enjoy caning me?”
“Well, yes I did. But I only ever caned you if it was necessary.”
“Hmm, not sure about that. So, no time like the present, fetch the cane mother,” said Cynthia.
“Yes dear.” Mrs Reynolds went off to fetch the cane.
Cynthia turned to David. “How long really, have you two been at it?”
“Honestly love, only a few weeks.”
“On your half day I suppose?”
“Yes.”
Mrs Reynolds returned with the cane and handed it to Cynthia. “Right Mum, take your skirt off and get on the chair, just like I had to do.”
“I’m going to enjoy this,” chuckled David.
“Any more remarks like that young man and you’ll find yourself over my knee,” said Mrs Reynolds as she knelt on the seat of the chair.
“Yes mother,” laughed David.
After Mrs Reynolds had knelt on the chair, Cynthia pulled up her slip. She stood and savoured the moment as she stared at a sight that she had never seen before. “Push your bottom out,” ordered Cynthia.
Mrs Reynolds complied and Cynthia took aim, her hand trembling with excitement. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever cane her mother’s bottom.
Thwaacckk!!!
“Aaagghh,” gasped her mother as Cynthia delivered the first sizzling stroke.
“Keep still,” ordered Cynthia.
“That hurt,” replied her mother.
“What do you expect, now you know how I felt all those times,” replied Cynthia.
Thwwaacckk!!
“Ooooowwww,” cried Mrs Reynolds, wriggling her bottom from side to side.
“I said keep still, “ ordered Cynthia. “I’ll give you more if you don’t.”
Mrs Reynolds steeled herself ready for the next swipe. Somehow she managed to keep still, and for the next six. Finally and to her utter relief she was allowed to stand up. She stood rubbing her backside and wiping her watery eyes.
“I feel better for that,” admitted Cynthia.
“I’ll bet you do,” added David, who had enjoyed every minute.
“Are you satisfied now?” asked her mother.
“NO, I shall be dealing with you again at bedtime tomorrow,” replied Cynthia with increasing boldness. “Now get to bed and take this with you.”
Cynthia handed the cane to her mother who then left for bed.
The following evening bedtime arrived.
“So what are you going to do tonight, cane me again?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh no,” replied Cynthia. “do you remember how you used to smack my les when I was very young?”
“Yes I do, you’re not going to do that to me are you,” queried mum.
“Oh yes, you’re going to know what it was like for me again, stand up,” ordered Cynthia, standing up herself.
Mrs Reynolds stood up and walked over to Cynthia.
“Roll down your stockings,” ordered Cynthia.
David watched avidly as Mrs Reynolds unclipped her suspenders and pushed her stockings down.
Cynthia the pulled up her mum’s dress and tucked it into the belt round her waist. Then she took hold of her mum’s arm, bent down and began to slap the back of her knees. Slowly making her way up the left leg. David watched as the leg slowly turned to a deep red. Cynthia then changed to the right leg and did the same.
After Cynthia had finished David spoke. “I’ve never had that, would you do my legs for me?”
Cynthia smiled. “Of course darling, take your trousers down.” She then proceeded to give her husband the same as her mum.
“Wow, that really does sting doesn’t it,” remarked David, giving his smarting legs a rub.
“Mum, I’ll finish with you tomorrow evening,” said Cynthia.
So next evening it was punishment time for Mrs Reynolds.“So what’s it to be tonight?”
“I want you to take your knickers down and get over my lap. David, go and fetch the hairbrush please,” ordered Cynthia.
When David returned he found Mrs Reynolds with her knickers round her ankles, just going over Cynthia’s lap. He waited to hand the hairbrush to Cynthia until she had pulled mum’s skirt and slip out of the way. Then she proceeded to blister her mother’s backside until the deep redness had obliterated the marks of the previous caning. Mrs Reynolds kicked and howled in pain until finally Cynthia felt that she’d had enough.
“Well mother, that’s it. My revenge is complete,” said a satisfied Cynthia.
“From now on I think things are going to be a bit different around here,” said David.
“Oh just having a little fun, said David, after Mrs Reynolds had come home early and caught the pair enjoying a spanking session.
“Hello Mum,” said Cynthia, looking up from over David’s lap.
“So this is what goes on when I’m out of the house,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“There’s no harm in husband and wife having a little fun is there?” said David.
“Not at all,” smiled Mrs Reynolds. “Carry on.”
“Mum, you’re not going to stand and watch are you?” said Cynthia.
“Why not, I have to have my little pleasures too,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“What do you mean, your little pleasures?” asked Cynthia.
“You obviously enjoy being spanked, so why shouldn’t I?”
“You actually enjoy being spanked?” gasped Cynthia.
“Of course dear,” replied her mother.
Cynthia thought for a second. “So who spanks you?”
“Well now, that would be telling wouldn’t it,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“You mean you actually got to someone to be spanked?” said a horrified Cynthia.
“Where do you think I go once a week?”
“But I thought I was the only one to......” said David.
Cynthia looked up at David. “You spank my mother?” she gasped.
David blushed. “She spanks me as well.”
Cynthia got up and looked at David and then her mother. “Do you mean to tell me that you two spank each other without telling me,” demanded an angry Cynthia. “How could you be so deceitful?”
“We were going to tell you dear, when the time was right,” said mum.
“I don’t believe you,” cried Cynthia, almost in tears. “To think this has been going on behind my back.”
David put his arm around Cynthia’s shoulder. “We’ll make it up to you, honestly.”
“How?”
“You can punish us, how and as often as you like,” said David.
By the look on Mrs Reynolds’s face, she wasn’t so sure.
“Really?” said Cynthia, her face suddenly brightening. “Can I Mum?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite like that.”
“But I can cane you? make up for all those canings you’ve given me.”
“Yes dear.”
“Wonderful,” cried Cynthia. “Tell me something Mum, did you enjoy caning me?”
“Well, yes I did. But I only ever caned you if it was necessary.”
“Hmm, not sure about that. So, no time like the present, fetch the cane mother,” said Cynthia.
“Yes dear.” Mrs Reynolds went off to fetch the cane.
Cynthia turned to David. “How long really, have you two been at it?”
“Honestly love, only a few weeks.”
“On your half day I suppose?”
“Yes.”
Mrs Reynolds returned with the cane and handed it to Cynthia. “Right Mum, take your skirt off and get on the chair, just like I had to do.”
“I’m going to enjoy this,” chuckled David.
“Any more remarks like that young man and you’ll find yourself over my knee,” said Mrs Reynolds as she knelt on the seat of the chair.
“Yes mother,” laughed David.
After Mrs Reynolds had knelt on the chair, Cynthia pulled up her slip. She stood and savoured the moment as she stared at a sight that she had never seen before. “Push your bottom out,” ordered Cynthia.
Mrs Reynolds complied and Cynthia took aim, her hand trembling with excitement. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever cane her mother’s bottom.
Thwaacckk!!!
“Aaagghh,” gasped her mother as Cynthia delivered the first sizzling stroke.
“Keep still,” ordered Cynthia.
“That hurt,” replied her mother.
“What do you expect, now you know how I felt all those times,” replied Cynthia.
Thwwaacckk!!
“Ooooowwww,” cried Mrs Reynolds, wriggling her bottom from side to side.
“I said keep still, “ ordered Cynthia. “I’ll give you more if you don’t.”
Mrs Reynolds steeled herself ready for the next swipe. Somehow she managed to keep still, and for the next six. Finally and to her utter relief she was allowed to stand up. She stood rubbing her backside and wiping her watery eyes.
“I feel better for that,” admitted Cynthia.
“I’ll bet you do,” added David, who had enjoyed every minute.
“Are you satisfied now?” asked her mother.
“NO, I shall be dealing with you again at bedtime tomorrow,” replied Cynthia with increasing boldness. “Now get to bed and take this with you.”
Cynthia handed the cane to her mother who then left for bed.
The following evening bedtime arrived.
“So what are you going to do tonight, cane me again?” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh no,” replied Cynthia. “do you remember how you used to smack my les when I was very young?”
“Yes I do, you’re not going to do that to me are you,” queried mum.
“Oh yes, you’re going to know what it was like for me again, stand up,” ordered Cynthia, standing up herself.
Mrs Reynolds stood up and walked over to Cynthia.
“Roll down your stockings,” ordered Cynthia.
David watched avidly as Mrs Reynolds unclipped her suspenders and pushed her stockings down.
Cynthia the pulled up her mum’s dress and tucked it into the belt round her waist. Then she took hold of her mum’s arm, bent down and began to slap the back of her knees. Slowly making her way up the left leg. David watched as the leg slowly turned to a deep red. Cynthia then changed to the right leg and did the same.
After Cynthia had finished David spoke. “I’ve never had that, would you do my legs for me?”
Cynthia smiled. “Of course darling, take your trousers down.” She then proceeded to give her husband the same as her mum.
“Wow, that really does sting doesn’t it,” remarked David, giving his smarting legs a rub.
“Mum, I’ll finish with you tomorrow evening,” said Cynthia.
So next evening it was punishment time for Mrs Reynolds.“So what’s it to be tonight?”
“I want you to take your knickers down and get over my lap. David, go and fetch the hairbrush please,” ordered Cynthia.
When David returned he found Mrs Reynolds with her knickers round her ankles, just going over Cynthia’s lap. He waited to hand the hairbrush to Cynthia until she had pulled mum’s skirt and slip out of the way. Then she proceeded to blister her mother’s backside until the deep redness had obliterated the marks of the previous caning. Mrs Reynolds kicked and howled in pain until finally Cynthia felt that she’d had enough.
“Well mother, that’s it. My revenge is complete,” said a satisfied Cynthia.
“From now on I think things are going to be a bit different around here,” said David.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Thu Aug 11, 2016 11:56 am