Lucy smiled as she saw Emma coming into the living room once again wearing a school dress. This one was a green and white checked gingham short-sleeved dress, admittedly with a hem rather higher than the girls at the sixth form college were allowed, but then Emma was twenty-three years old and had left the college years ago and was working. The ankle socks added to her younger look, as well as the fact she wasn’t wearing any make-up at all.
Lucy was also twenty-three-years-old and she and Emma were lovers and lived together.
When Lucy saw that Emma blushed as she saw her smile, she decided she had to ask, “So you are wearing another one of your college dresses? It makes you look as though you are sixteen years old, but I have to say, very sweet as well.” After a moment she added in a falsely wearisome tone of voice, “Mind you, as sweet as you look, you have been a bit of a brat lately.”
Emma was blushing because she came down and was deliberately going to raise that very subject with Lucy. After all, she knew that she was more than a bit of a brat and always was, but Lucy didn’t seem to mind, at least until more recently when her bratty behaviour had got even worse. Today, she was going to ask Lucy for some help but wasn’t sure what the reaction would be.
Emma was still blushing as she replied, “I know I’m a bit of a brat, and so I started wearing clothes more suitable to the age that I was acting, which, as you have just pointed out, is more like one of the girls at the sixth form College. In fact, I would be one of the naughtier girls because of my high hem, but I like the style of dress as well as the ankle socks.”
Lucy gave Emma another wearisome look when she said, “Yes Emma, you do act like a sixteen-year-old. In fact, like a sixteen-year-old brat.” However, she quickly added, “But I am used to you being a brat and agree the school dresses do suit you, just as the other teenage-style clothes you wear such as your tight-fitting vest tops with your bare mid-drift, tight cotton shorts, and bare legs.”
Emma was alarmed at being told by Lucy just how much of a brat she was and even more concerned about seeking her help. So, she asked, “You are sure you don’t mind me acting like a brat sometimes? I’ve always been like that, ever since we’ve known each other, but I do know that I haven’t grown up in the last three years, and maybe I should have.”
Lucy loved Emma and certainly didn’t want to cause her any distress. However, Emma was right and she did need to grow up a bit more. The question was, how do you get a girl of twenty-three to stop acting like a sixteen-year-old brat?
Lucy then thought that, maybe, Emma was actually growing up because she sounded as though she was asking for help, and, whilst not sure where this was leading to, she asked, “So what kind of help do you think I could give you, Emma?”
Emma bit her lip, took a deep breath, and plucked up the courage to say in a serious tone, “I suppose that as I act like a teenage brat, maybe I should be dealt with on those occasions when I am too much of a brat?” She looked at Lucy hoping for some kind of indication that she was understanding.
Lucy agreed as she had quite often, particularly recently, made direct comments when Emma had been a little too bratty, and whilst Emma usually apologised and looked contrite it didn’t last for long. So, Lucy asked, “How should I deal with you when you are being bratty, then?”
Emma knew it was up to her to state the answer as it wasn’t an obvious one given her age and so, again taking a deep breath, she said, “Maybe when I do act too much like a teenage brat you should deal with me more firmly than just your comments? I mean, brats need that, don’t we?”
Lucy actually liked the way the conversation was going. She did tend to get rather tense when Emma did her teenage bratty thing like throwing a tantrum or giving her bratty response of a, “Whatever,” before stomping off or looking at the TV as though she was concentrating on that rather than being annoyed with what she’d just been told to do. So, whilst still unsure, she asked, “Do you mean ground you, or take away your mobile phone or your TV rights, or the like?”
In fact, the reason Lucy was laughing to herself was that when she saw Emma in her school dress and her ankle socks, she thought how easy it would be to smack her legs when she was too bratty, although she knew it wouldn’t be right to smack a twenty-three-year-old, in particular her girlfriend, but she did wonder what Emma was leading up to.
Emma could see that Lucy made serious suggestions as they did happen to sixteen-year-olds, and that again gave her encouragement to take the next step, and she replied, “I was thinking something rather more meaningful, like me giving you maternal control over me.”
Lucy misinterpreted the suggestion and scoffed as she asked, “What, you want me to mother you?”
Emma quickly corrected what she had said, and replied quickly, “No, not to mother me, Lucy. I meant that I could give you maternal disciplinary authority over me.” When she saw Lucy again look inquisitively, she blurted out, “I was thinking of the right for you to spank me.”
Lucy couldn’t stop the shocked look on her face. She was thinking that Emma was too old at twenty-three years old to have her legs smacked even though she wore a school dress, and yet she was now suggesting she wasn’t too old for a spanking. She quickly recovered, though, and asked, “That would work better than the things I said, but how would you see that working?”
Emma was relieved that Lucy didn’t just laugh out loud and pooh-pooh the idea. She had actually thought over what she would say if asked that exact question, and replied, “I will have to do whatever you say, including all of my chores and must stop all of my teenage bratty responses because you will have the sole decision to decide when I need a spanking. That’s what I meant by maternal authority because you don’t even have to set me any rules as it will be up to me to act properly knowing that you can decide what should happen if I don’t.”
Lucy tried to keep an impartial look on her face but she was shocked as this was not anything like what she had expected. She certainly loved Emma and saw spending the rest of her life with her, and hoped those feelings were returned. She wondered whether maybe this even meant Emma did feel the same way because why else would Emma want help in becoming a more responsible adult if she didn’t see the relationship going anywhere? Of course, it wouldn’t be normal to use a spanking on a twenty-three-year-old, but then Emma wasn’t ‘Normal,’ which was why she was so attracted to her. So, maybe it was being maternal, in that she loved Emma like a mother would love a daughter, but would want the best for her daughter and if spanking was the accepted disciplinary measure, then maybe her age didn’t matter.
Lucy very quickly set aside the if’s and maybe’s and came to the conclusion that it was definitely worth a try and asked, “So have you ever been spanked, Emma?”
Emma was still blushing as she replied, “Well, no, but I’ve watched people being spanked.”
Lucy found that a bit strange but perhaps it was friends, and asked, “So who have you seen being spanked?” Lucy thought it worthwhile finding out because she wondered whether Emma had any idea how much it was likely to hurt. Lucy knew that she didn’t have any idea herself because she had never been spanked, nor seen anyone spanked, so was interested in Emma’s experience.
Emma replied in a non-committal tone, “Just some people.”
It suddenly struck Lucy what Emma meant and she replied in a surprised tone, “You mean you have watched people being spanked online on some of those S&M websites?
Emma was finding this part of the discussion a bit difficult and answered in her more normal bratty tone, “Yes, that’s what I mean, obviously.”
Lucy was taken aback by the return to Emma’s bratty style of response, but stayed calm because it was a serious conversation, and asked, “So when you say I have the final decision on whether you need to be spanked, I can decide that your tone of voice just then was sufficiently bratty to earn a spanking?”
Emma swallowed hard at the realisation that maybe the conversation had reached the conclusion that she actually wanted, but that meant that a spanking was imminent. However, having got this far she certainly didn’t want to do anything to turn Lucy off the idea, and equally, suddenly wondered if there was no going back anyway.
Lucy could see the dilemma written all over Emma’s face and didn’t want to push too hard. After all, this was a major decision and possibly turning point in their relationship, and she felt she needed them both to be fully on board before taking such a major step.
Emma could see that Lucy wasn’t going to make a final decision and that it was up to her. She did momentarily smile to herself, thinking this could be the last major decision she ever makes in the relationship, but all she had to do was make one reply now, and control would be handed over to Lucy. Having got that far, she said, “Yes, Lucy, if you decide my response was rude enough then you can order me across your lap and spank my bare bottom.”
Lucy heard a huge, ‘If,’ in the answer, as though Emma wasn’t sure whether she had been naughty enough. However, Lucy rationalised this first time it wouldn’t matter whether the spanking was fully justified or not because it was a hurdle that had to be overcome if they were to proceed down this path. So, Lucy replied definitively, “I think that it was rude enough to justify a spanking.”
Emma swallowed hard again as she replied, “Well, Lucy, as I have already agreed that your decision is final, I will follow your instructions, without question.”
Lucy decided she needed to know one further bit of information, and asked, “When you watched those spankings on the websites, I take it you’re thinking you do need to be across my lap, but was the spanking just with the hand or with any particular implements because my hand may well hurt before your bottom is given a hard enough spanking?”
Emma had even thought about that because when she had watched the videos she thought the spankings were pretty weak when just given by hand. However, she physically winced when the spanking was given with a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush, and so she immediately responded, “The hand for sure, but supplemented by several dozen spanks, at least, with a hairbrush, like the ones we both use so thick wooden-backed ones.” She then looked carefully towards Lucy to see her reaction.
Lucy was actually very happy with the response. A hairbrush sounded perfect although she would certainly want to give quite a bit of the spanking with her hand because that seemed like a more personal loving approach.
Satisfied that she now knew what she was going to be doing, Lucy said, “Well, young lady, go and get me my wooden-backed paddle hairbrush from the dressing table, and do not dally.”
Lucy realised that as she was making the comment her voice was getting sterner and sterner as though she was more and more sure about what was going to happen.
Emma had only heard Lucy speaking with such a stern tone when she was angry with her, except this time she seemed calm enough but still authoritative, and found it rather sexy. Well, that aside, the die had been cast, and Lucy now had maternal authoritative control over her and she had decided she would be giving her a spanking.
So, having been given the instruction, she immediately stood up, replied, “Yes, Lucy, straight away,” and walked towards the door, out into the hallway, up the staircase, and into their bedroom. As she went up the stairs Emma was thinking that she too had a wooden-backed hairbrush but thought it was somehow right that Lucy used her hairbrush, although pretty much assumed that if this did become a regular occurrence, they would have to get a selection of hairbrushes in because, according to the videos, the hairbrushes did crack after a few spankings.
As Lucy watched a surprisingly obedient Emma get up, speak to her so respectfully, and then do as she was told, she could see that maybe the changes would occur rather more quickly than she thought, and, if they did, that would mean she would be right in being stricter and stricter with Emma. However, first things first, she told herself, because she would have to see if Emma did take the spanking she was going to give her, or, rather, of course, she would take it, but whether she would then accept she would be spanked again. After all, Emma was twenty-three-years-old and Lucy didn’t suppose there were that many women her age who accepted disciplinary spankings rather than sexual ones.
As soon as Emma started to walk upstairs Lucy got up and went over to the dining table, turned one of the chairs into the room, and sat down on it. This made more sense than staying on the sofa because she wanted Emma bent right over her lap with her hands on the floor and her legs either on the floor or dangling just off it and not just lying on her with her legs and upper body on the other cushions. After all, she had to show Emma who was in control rather than treating her as an equal when she was disciplining her.
Lucy was even more impressed when Emma came back downstairs so quickly. This was so different from anything that happened before and so, maybe, Emma was really taking this very seriously. After all, it was Emma who first raised the subject even though Lucy had thought so often about smacking her legs. Now though, as Emma came straight over to her and handed her the hairbrush, she was thinking that she would be spanking her girlfriends gorgeous bottom, which she would often kiss when making love, but wouldn’t again until after she had turned Emma’s bottom cheeks bright red and even slightly bruised with the hairbrush. Overriding everything, though, was the clear need to discipline Emma to make her more responsible and less bratty.
As soon as Emma came back into the living room, she saw that Lucy was now sitting on a turned around dining chair, and recalled how she had wondered, if ever she was spanked, what the right position would be. She always preferred to watch videos where the person being spanked was bent right over the lap of the person giving the spanking and had often wondered what being upside-down would feel like, and now she was going to find out. Although she hesitated momentarily, she then continued to walk across to Lucy and held out the hairbrush which was taken by Lucy who, Emma noticed, continued to have a stern look on her face.
As Lucy took the hairbrush from Emma, she smiled to herself that the short-sleeved high-hemmed school dress showing off her bare arms and legs was so appropriate now, as she glared at Emma and said, “Right, young lady, lift your school dress up above your waist and then get across My lap.”
Emma was still sure this was the right way forward so didn’t hesitate to lift the hem of her dress above her waist, holding it there, and then eased herself down across Lucy‘s lap. As she lowered her full weight and broke her fall with her hands on the floor, she then had that upside-down view that she had wondered so much about. She actually thought how sexily submissive it was to be in that position, seeing her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair, and knew this was definitely the right position for her to be in. After all, Lucy was the one in charge of everything that was going to happen, and that had to be better for her, even if it caused additional embarrassment, humiliation, and of course pain, to herself.
As Lucy watched Emma settle across her lap, she was about to lower her knickers but realised she was wearing thong knickers so it was hardly necessary to take them down. However, she wanted to be symbolic and as she easily yanked them down, she said to Emma, “Hardly regulation knickers, young lady, and in fact as tarty as your normal day clothes.”
Emma was looking at Lucy’s painted toenails as she was admonished, and that reinforced the point that she needed to be put right across Lucy’s lap to show her the correct level of submissiveness, but did squirm her head around although couldn’t quite see Lucy as she said, “Sorry.”
Happy that Emma was continuing to be contrite and respectful, Lucy said, “Now we are agreed that I have disciplinary control over you, I will have to make this a seriously hard spanking, so expect to cry and your bottom to sting for ages afterwards.”
Emma was again looking at Lucy’s painted toenails as the full likelihood of this being something that she won’t be able to easily cope with was rammed home. Well, that was exactly how she thought a spanking should be as she watched those videos, because if it wasn’t something she couldn’t cope with, and did not reduce her to uncontrolled crying, then it was hardly a spanking worth taking and certainly not one that would be meaningful. However, she couldn’t quite say anything because she was quite emotional as she felt Lucy’s hand rubbing her bottom in circles, but she nodded her head several times and made a sound that was as close to, “Yes,” as she could make it. She then waited.
Lucy took everything that Emma was doing as being her acceptance of what they had now agreed would happen, and so, deciding not to delay, she raised her hand and brought her palm down on Emma’s far bottom cheek and, as she watched the beautiful bottom cheek surrender to her hand and heard Emma’s gasp, so she raised her hand again and brought it down on her near the bottom cheek and got the repeated gasp. She then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, happy that Emma was staying in position even though her gasps were getting louder and louder.
Emma felt the first spank, realising it was her first spank ever, and let out a gasp more because of the shock rather than the pain, although as the spanks continued so she realised her bottom did start to sting, and then that stinging intensified as the spanks continued causing her to squirm around on Lucy’s lap and she couldn’t prevent making the gasps that would show Lucy how much the spanks were hurting.
As she landed spank after spank Lucy could see more and more clearly how spanking Emma would help to improve her level of responsibility, but it was also showing just how much she loved her because, after all, maternal disciplinary authority was based on love and a desire to teach those you are responsible for how to be better people. She even wondered if it would help Emma at her office as she had recently been overlooked for a promotion as she was deemed to be on the immature side. Maybe being a more responsible and adult person would stop that happening in the future, so was another good reason to change Emma’s bratty attitude.
Emma was still squirming around on Lucy’s lap as the stinging grew in intensity and, whilst even now it was hurting rather more than she had expected, as Lucy started to spank the backs of her legs that caused an even more intense stinging.
Lucy kept on spanking the backs of Emma’s legs until they were both just as red as she had already turned both bottom cheeks. Then she picked up the hairbrush and tapped it a couple of times on each of Emma’s bottom cheeks to warn her of what was about to happen before raising the hairbrush and bringing it down with a loud thwack on her far bottom cheek. She listened to Emma’s louder gasp and saw how the paddle hairbrush flattened her bottom cheek far more than when spanking her with her hand, so she knew that this was the right implement as she landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks again, flattening each cheek in turn.
As much as the hand spanking had hurt, the hairbrush was hurting Emma much much more. She expected it, of course, because of the videos that she had watched, but in all honesty, the videos didn’t catch just how much the hairbrush would hurt. However, she never even gave a thought to forcing herself up and saying she had changed her mind because she knew that she needed to get through the first two or three times she was spanked by Lucy to fully accept her authority to spank her whenever she decided was right and with only her decision mattering. So, she relaxed as best she could although continued to squirm around on Lucy’s lap as she dissolved into the crying she knew had to happen with tears flowing down her cheeks and probably dribbling onto the floor. Of course, she couldn’t see any of that because her eyes were blurred because of the tears, and she supposed that was just as well and just had to leave it all to Lucy to decide how long the spanking would continue for.
Once Lucy realised that Emma had started crying she still told herself she needed to land several more spanks to ram home to Emma, if that was needed, just who was in charge and it didn’t matter whether Emma cried because the spanking was going to last as long as she decided. So, she counted out a further twenty-four spanks, twelve on each bottom cheek, making them harder than the spanks so far, and getting louder gasps as a result. Once done, Lucy was satisfied she had spanked Emma hard enough to be the first of many lessons to come, but a good start.
Even as she was crying uncontrollably, Emma knew that this was the right approach. The pain was awful and she reckoned was something she would remember and, hopefully, would prevent her from repeating her bratty behaviour. After all, brats needed a penalty that they didn’t want to receive, and, now that Emma had been spanked, she reckoned she didn’t want to receive that punishment again. Of course, being a brat, good intentions were one thing but the reality was, she knew, that it was bound to take several punishments for the message to even start to have an effect.
Lucy let Emma stay across her lap as she cried, but to try and help she rubbed her bottom gently and slowly but surely Emma did calm down. Once she had sufficiently, Lucy squeezed gently her upper arm and said, “You can get up, Emma.”
Emma eased herself up and, as soon as she did, she wasn’t surprised at all to find that her hands rushed to her stinging bottom cheeks and she rubbed them and squeezed them as she stepped from foot to foot doing the spanking dance that she had expected to do. It also confirmed that Lucy had given her the proper spanking she had promised to give her, and was her warning for the future.
Lucy smiled to herself with satisfaction as she watched Emma doing her spanking dance, and how she still looked like she was sixteen years old in her school dress. A naughty, actually sexy-looking, but deservedly well punished sixteen-year-old, though.
Emma recovered and when she saw Lucy’s blurred figure she went over to her and threw her arms around her neck and hugged her and kept on saying, “I’m so sorry, Lucy.”
Lucy hugged Emma back and was relieved that Emma seemed to be standing by her promise to be contrite rather than reverting to her bratty persona. However, to reinforce that, Lucy explained, “That’s okay, and, now we have started, from now on any disobedience, misbehavior, and certainly any bratty behaviour, will lead to an immediate spanking. That means that it will be in front of anyone you are bratty in front of, so that includes friends, and friends of friends. Is that understood, Emma?”
Emma knew this was the best thing for her and contritely replied, “Yes, Lucy, I do understand.”
Lucy was happy with that and went on to explain, “During the week whenever we are together, at home or out, I expect you to continue to wear your school dresses and only ankle socks without any stockings or tights. Because the hem is so high that means that I can simply tell you to place your hands on your head and the hem of your dress will raise a few inches and then I will have the whole of your legs to smack, and brats deserve to have their legs smacked when they are bratty. Of course, at other times you will continue to wear your teenage skimpy vest tops and tight cotton shorts with bare legs, so again your legs will be freely available to be smacked. Sometimes, I will smack your legs as an immediate punishment and tell you that I will give you a full spanking when we get back home, or whatever else I decide. Of course, you will not wear makeup again until I say so, which won’t be until you have improved a lot. Above all, my decisions are final every time. I take it that is all understood, Emma?”
Emma realised that whilst she found the spanking so painful, and humiliating, she was actually turned on by the thought of having to obey Lucy, just as she was turned on when she watched the videos thinking the person giving the spanking was Lucy. Even the prospect of having her legs smacked, probably in public, of course, was something she knew would be humiliating but, as she would be dressed like a teenager and without makeup, she doubted anyone would actually be that surprised if she had just been bratty.
So, although hating the prospect of going through such a painful spanking again, knew she would many many times, of course, she could see how the spanking regime was the way that would lead her to become better behaved. So, dreading the thought of her next spanking, she still replied, “Yes, Lucy, I do understand, and agree that this is what I need. I love you so much and know you love me and this is being done for my best interests. I’m sorry but thank you so much.”
Lucy had to admit to herself that she was actually enjoying her new position of authority over Emma, although would of course still treat her as an equal whenever she was her normal lovely self. It was only when she was bratty that it was ever a problem or caused her any real stress, and now they had the answer to that problem.
So, to show her love for her, Lucy stopped scolding Emma and instead leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips, easing her tongue into Emma’s welcoming mouth, enjoying the kissing and hugging. After several more kisses so Lucy eased her tongue out of Emma‘s mouth and said, “Of course, once you have been disciplined, like now, you are a good girl again. So, why don’t we go upstairs and take advantage of you being a good girl?”
Emma laughed, and she replied, “Well this will be novel, making love whilst I have a stinging bottom and legs. However, something tells me I will have to get used to it.” When she saw Lucy put a feigned stern look on her face, and knew it was false, she immediately added, “Of course, I will be doing my best to never to be a brat again. I was just thinking, what if?”
As Lucy and Emma made their way upstairs, as loving equals again, Lucy was certain that, ‘What if,’ really meant when and how often she would have to spank Emma, but they were certainly starting a new era in their loving relationship which they both hoped would make them closer and closer and were both confident that it would.
