Becky had been so looking forward to the afternoon which was a granny and granddaughter tea arranged by one of granny Ella’s best friends, Janet.
Like Susan and Sarah, granny Ella was her step-granny but she always referred to her as her granny Ella.
Seventeen-year-old Becky was dressed in a sleeveless red shortie dress and as it was summer she had bare legs. She walked the short distance to her granny’s smiling all the way as she had just spanked her mum once again. Her mum had talked back to her and initially had argued that as the mum she should be allowed to argue but Becky pointed out that arguing was one thing but she had spilt an orange drink over her dress as she flung her arms around and uttered a whole string of swear words which together with the arguing earned her the spanking.
Susan had to agree and anyway knew that it was Becky’s decision whether she need to be spanked.
Becky had ordered her mum to raise her skirt and lower her knickers and to get the hairbrush from the drawer and then spent twenty-minutes spanking her bare bottom and the backs of her legs and giving her sixty spanks with the hairbrush.
The argument had made Becky feel so stressed but as usual when she focussed on spanking a naughty bottom the stress turned to adrenaline and by the time she was finished and her mum was bawling her eyes out she was stress free and relaxed. It worked every time.
So as Becky rang her granny’s doorbell she was still relaxed and looking forward to a chatty afternoon.
Granny Ella opened the door and was all ready to go. She wore a short-sleeved floral dress and her usual thick tights even though it was summer. She always made out people her age didn’t have much blood but it was a standing joke as granny just preferred to wear stockings whatever the weather. She was sixty-two-years old and said she was too set in her ways to change and Becky accepted it.
They made their way to Janet’s house, a friend of Ella’s, and as they walked to granny Janet’s house Becky explained how she had had to spank her mum.
Ella smiled at her granddaughter and asked, “Your mum was so naughty when she was younger and doesn’t seem to have grown up much.”
The comment led Becky to ask, “So how come you never spanked mum, granny?”
Ella blushed as she replied, “Well I suppose it was really my fault. I was just as bad as her and your auntie Sarah and I remember when they were your age they were joking about all of the time just as I did. I didn’t think it fair to discipline them if things went slightly over the top because really I should have pulled them back far sooner. I suppose I didn’t though because my step-mum spanked me for the smallest of things. Funnily enough she never spanked me until I was sixteen-years-old when one night I was really rude to her just before going to bed and she just lost it and pulled me across her lap, pulled up my nightdress, and gave me a really hard spanking. I got spanked a lot after that and just felt that I didn’t want to do the same to my girls.”
Becky was interested to know, “What worked better do you think, you getting spanked or mum and auntie Sarah not being spanked?”
Ella laughed. “That is a really good question, Becky. In all honesty, I suppose I hated being spanked and that made me think twice before doing something that might earn me a spanking. You’re mum and auntie never suffered the same consequences and I suppose I sort of regretted it as I had learned the hard way that a good spanking could cut out bad behaviour but I just didn’t do it with my girls.”
Becky thought about it for a moment and said seriously, ” So, granny, if you know it was a mistake how come you wouldn’t spank them now when they asked you and you said I should?”
Ella blushed as she replied, “I just thought you were the most responsible of all of us and I had this thing that age really didn’t matter when it came to who should be in charge. I worked in an office where the youngest person was actually the manager and everyone accepted it and I don’t reckon managing discipline at home is any different.”
That explanation made sense to Becky and probably more so as she was the person in disciplinary control both at home and over her auntie Sarah.
As they got closer to Janet’s house Becky laughed as she asked, “So if age doesn’t matter, granny, you had better watch out.”
Ella grimaced and blushed as she remembered how her own step-mum had spanked her more than once in someone else’s house with several people watching and that had really enforced an already painful lesson. She was pretty sure that Becky had only made the threat in jest but she momentarily pictured herself being spanked by Becky in front of all of the guests who would be at Janet’s house.
Becky had really only meant it as a joke but when she saw her granny looking sheepish and blushing she wondered if she realised that it was a joke. However, before she could ask they arrived at Janet’s house and Ella rang the doorbell looking once again like her happy granny.
Janet answered the door with a smile. “Hi, Ella, hi, Becky,” she said happily.
Ella and Becky smiled back and said a joint, “Hi, Janet,” except Becky said granny Janet.
Moments later Ella and Becky were in the living room and there were about a dozen other granny’s and granddaughters all of whom Becky knew as the girls were either in her class at College or the year above.
Everyone chatted happily enough, at least until the wine came out. “Wine for the granny’s and juice for the granddaughters,” Janet announced.
Several of the granddaughters said that was unfair but accepted the decision as they were under age to drink anyway.
Things changed a bit when the wine flowed. Most of the grannies had a second glass of wine and several had a third, including granny Ella and granny Janet. It was when the two of them had a fourth glass that the arguments started.
Most of the granddaughters found it funny when Ella started to slur her speech and there were giggles around the room. Once Janet slurred there were more giggles and even some of the grannies found it funny.
Becky was increasingly concerned about her granny as she had seen her drink too much a couple of times before and like those times granny Ella became inflexible in her arguments.
Becky even said after one rather too firm retort, “I think granny Janet made a good point, granny Ella.”
Ella scoffed at her granddaughter and said an offhand tone, “Whatever.”
Janet clearly was unhappy with what she thought should have been an apology but as the drink had taken a hold of her as well she looked at Becky and said, “She has drunk too much.”
Ella grunted and turned to pick up her glass only to find that Becky had picked it up and intended preventing her granny drinking any more wine. Ella saw the glass quickly moving out of her reach but made a grab for it and got her fingers to it but she could not grab it and instead caused Becky to spill the wine all over her dress.
Becky admonished her granny. “Granny, look what you have done. You’ve ruined my dress”
Ella realised that it was her fault but tried to blame Becky. “Well it was your fault for grabbing my glass.”
Becky knew her granny didn’t mean it but it was said rudely and as Becky looked around she realised several people in the room were tired of the ruckus and wanted it to end.
Becky glared at her granny and said firmly, “Remember what we spoke about as we walked here, granny. Maybe we should go upstairs to a bedroom and discuss this.”
Ella couldn’t quite remember what was discussed but said just as firmly, “Good idea. I still say it was your fault, young lady.”
Becky decided not to argue with her granny now but to get her away from the others. She looked at Janet but could see that whilst she wasn’t as inebriated as her granny was she still wasn’t all there and so asked her granddaughter, Lily, “Can we go upstairs and sort this out please, Lily?”
Lily was seventeen-years-old and in Becky’s class at College. She understood and said pointing, “Upstairs and the last door on the right is the spare room. Granny uses it as a dressing room and for doing her makeup and hair.”
Becky nodded and replied, “Thank you,” and then turned to her granny and ordered firmly, “Come on granny. Let’s go to the spare room and discuss what just happened.”
Ella stomped off towards the hallway and Becky followed.
One granny was heard to say, “That’s a bit rough on young Becky. It was clearly Ella’s fault but it looks like Becky is in for a telling off.”
One of the granddaughters added with a laugh, “When Maisie spilt some wine at home her mum spanked her’,
Maisie was in the room and replied smartly, “Vey funny clever clogs,” but was smiling as she preferred to be spanked compared to so many of her friends who were grounded for days at a time.
Becky didn’t react to the banter as she followed her granny upstairs preparing herself for an argument.
However, as soon as Becky followed her granny in to the spare bedroom and closed the door it was granny Ella who spoke first. “I’m so sorry, Becky. It was my fault I know.”
Becky calmed down a bit but still retorted, “So why the facade downstairs, granny?”
Ella was clearly embarrassed and replied blushing, “The drink I guess.” She certainly felt more sober now though.
Becky was annoyed still not just at her ruined dress but because her granny effectively lied. She remembered what happened to Maisie and the quip she had made as she walked with her granny on the way to Janet’s and said, “You know what you deserve don’t you, granny.” As she said it she saw a wooden backed hairbrush on the dressing table and remembered Lily saying it was a dressing room used for makeup and clearly for doing hair as well.
Ella realised Becky hadn’t asked a question but made a very valid statement because she knew that she did deserve what Becky was referring to, which was a long and hard spanking. She didn’t have the heart to object and after all as well as encouraging Susan and Sarah to be subject to Becky’s disciplinary authority she had also pictured herself in that same position across Becky’s lap having her own bottom spanked. She remembered how her step-mum had spanked her and how those spankings taught her so many good lessons and now she wondered if today she needed to be taught another lesson.
Becky pressed her silent granny with a sharp, “Well?”
Ella had sobered up really quickly and knew that ruining Becky’s dress was bad enough but to have made out it was Becky’s fault was somehow worse and the two wrongs together did fully earn what Becky had threatened her with albeit jokingly as they walked together earlier. In fact, Ella was so contrite she gave exactly the answer Becky wanted. “I do deserve a spanking, Becky, and know you are the right person to give it to me.”
Becky took it as her granny’s full acceptance and looking around saw the wooden backed hairbrush on the dressing table and went over and picked it up waving it at her granny.
Ella was momentarily very worried and pleaded, “Surely not here, Becky. Please can you spank me when we get back home?”
Becky put her hands on her hips looking really stern and retorted, “No, granny. Everyone needs to know you have been punished for what you have done.”
Ella thought back to when her step-mum spanked her in front of a whole host of people but realised they were in a bedroom by themselves and so maybe that was the best she could hope for. Ella sniffed and nodded her agreement knowing she was agreeing that her seventeen-year-old granddaughter was about to spank her.
Becky could not quite believe that she was about to spank her loving granny Ella. She momentarily wondered whether she should she spank her granny as surely she was just so much older than herself to make it nonsensical? However, Becky quickly overcame her concerns and justified herself by saying it didn’t matter because her mum and auntie were older than her and she spanked them and so her granny being another twenty odd years older was just a matter of degree.
Becky immediately went in to disciplinarian mode and turned the dressing table chair in to the room and sat down waving the hairbrush at her granny. “Lift your dress hem up above your waist and push your tights and knickers down to your knees.”
Ella had received that self-same instruction so many times before being spanked that she knew exactly what to do and moments later her dress was well up above her waist and her tights and knickers were down below her knees.
Becky was far from emotionless as she watched her granny Ella get herself ready. In fact, she was very emotional thinking of herself as the family matriarch who had to give a naughty child a maternal discipline spanking, except the naughty child was her sixty-years-plus granny who she loved and knew loved her but that the spanking was well-earned and very much needed.
Becky didn’t wait and ordered, “Get across my lap, granny.” Becky knew she had called her auntie by her first name but couldn’t do that to her mum or granny, and watched with increasing adrenaline as her granny eased herself down across her lap. She had more trouble than her mum and auntie but she got there and was soon lying across her lap with her bare bottom staring up at her. However, Becky’s maternal feelings took over as she placed her open palm on her granny’s bare bottom and rubbed in circles, feeling a very different bottom to her mum’s and aunties as it was somehow plumper, but was still a bare bottom that needed to be spanked nevertheless.
Ella saw the floor just inches from her face and looking sideways saw the backs of Becky’s legs and then behind her saw her own legs dangling on the far side of the chair and knew her bottom was lying naked and unprotected across her granddaughters’ lap. She had very mixed feelings knowing the hand rubbing her bottom was her granddaughters but also felt nervous about the pain she was about to suffer and equally felt secure at the same time knowing Becky was only spanking her for her own good. After all she had always held dear that if you do something wrong there should be consequences and whilst she never imposed that on her own daughter’s she knew she should have done.
Hence having wronged Becky Ella knew that she needed to be punished and it didn’t matter that Becky was a teenager and over forty-years her junior. Nor did it matter when Ella had steered Susan and Sarah to accept Becky’s disciplinary control just as she wasn’t going to resist it now. Ella knew she had been wrong when accusing Becky and that it was right that Becky punish her for it and so as she felt Becky rubbing her bottom and knew that a wooden backed hairbrush was within easy reach Ella knew she would have to suffer the spanking but that hopefully she would learn from it.
Becky rubbed her granny’s bottom a few times before raising her hand and focussing brought her hand down firmly on her bare bottom cheek and heard the fully expected gasp. Becky didn’t wait but continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks as she turned her granny’s bottom deeper and deeper shades of red and heard her louder and louder gasps so she concentrated on making sure it was as hard a spanking as she could give.
Ella accepted the spanking knowing that if she didn’t both her daughters would be ever so annoyed with her as they had accepted their spankings without question because of her behest. So, as she gasped as Becky landed spank after spank initially on alternate bottom cheeks and then spank after spank on the same bottom cheek she stared at the floor as the pain intensified.
Becky spanked her granny’s bare bottom cheeks until they were as deep a red hue as she had now so often turned her mum and aunties bottoms before focussing on her granny’s legs and proceeded to turn them both a deep red as well. Becky glanced at the back of her granny’s head as she landed spank after spank and heard her increasingly pained gasps and knew how necessary it was to make sure that the spanking was one her granny would remember for a long time. She needed to ensure that her bottom stung for several hours after the spanking finished and to help her do that she knew she was going to use the hairbrush before she was finished.
Once Becky was happy with the deep red colour of her granny’s bottom and legs she decided it was time to use the hairbrush. She stopped momentarily and picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it in circles on her granny’s very red bottom knowing that after fifty spanks there would be some blue bruising mixed in with the redness. She raised the hairbrush and brought it down firmly and nodded with satisfaction at her granny’s loud grunt and cry as her bottom cheeks sank under the weight of the hairbrush and then swirled around as she brought the hairbrush down for a second time.
Ella cried out with the increased pain of the hairbrush. She knew it would hurt much more than Becky’s hand and that she was bound to get at least the fifty spanks that Susan and Sarah got when they were first spanked. As spank after spank landed Ella cried out uncontrollably as the tears flooded down her face and dribbled on to the floor.
Outside the spare bedroom, Janet and Lily listened and were increasingly thinking how unfair it was that Becky was being spanked. They were joined by some of the other guests who felt it equally unfair. In the event, it was Lily who threw the door open and was going to berate Becky’s granny when they all stood open mouthed at the sight of Becky spanking her granny with the hairbrush.
Becky looked up as the door opened but didn’t waiver in her continuous spanking of her granny. She had spanked both her mum and auntie with others watching and so it wasn’t something new to her. She looked at their faces for just a short while before focussing again on her granny’s red and now also bruised bottom cheeks knowing she still had thirty spanks too go.
Ella quickly lost count of the spanks as the pain took over and was the only sense she could feel. She told herself time and again that she had been wrong to lie and so had earned every last spank. She even knew that Becky was the person who she had wronged and as such it was right that if anyone was going to spank her then she should. She even reckoned that it would be as right for her to submit to Becky’s disciplinary control as Susan and Sarah did as all three needed the incentive of discipline to be better people and Becky remained far more responsible than all three of them. As the spanks continued Ella even stopped thinking about anything else than the horrendous pain knowing it was just what she had had needed for so many years.
Becky kept on spanking her granny now landing five or six on the same bottom cheek before landing a similar number of spanks on the other bottom cheek and saw so many blue bruises and knew her granny would struggle to sit down for some hours. Well as that was what was fully intended Becky once again reasoned that that was no reason to make the last few spanks any lighter. In fact, Becky landed ever harder strokes as the last few brought louder and louder pained cries from her granny.
Once Becky had reached the fifty spanks she put the brush down and rubbed her granny’s very warm bottom cheeks and felt so relaxed as the tension drained from her although the adrenaline was still kicking away. As she rubbed she looked up at the group of granny’s and granddaughters who stood watching and saw looks of concern but also several smiles which she took as telling her she was doing exactly the right thing.
After a few more rubs Becky looked at the back of her granny’s head and ordered, “Okay, granny, you can get up as your spanking is over.”
Ella heard the instruction but didn’t move straight away and took a few moments to focus on getting up. Her eyes were tear-filled and everything was a blur as she eased herself up and once she was standing her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed her aching bottom cheeks feverishly as she stepped from foot to foot. She knew from Susan and Sarah that her bottom would sting for ages would of course act as a reminder for her. Of course, she would be standing for some hours even when eating and her eyes would be red for ages as well. Still, she did register several blurred people in the bedroom and so she wouldn’t have to hide the fact that she was spanked when she went back downstairs.
Ella’s vision started to clear and she looked at a stern but maternal looking Becky and said contritely, “I’m sorry, Becky,” but was too embarrassed with the others watching to explain any more.
Becky felt some sympathy for her granny but still asked, “Did you learn your lesson, granny?”
Ella said a sincere, “Oh for sure, Becky.” She added after a moment in almost a questioning tone, “I’ll try not to earn another spanking from you.”
There were gasps from some of the watching granny’s and giggles from some of the watching granddaughters.
Becky recognised the accepting tone her granny was using and knew that meant that she would take another spanking if she earned one, just like her mum and auntie accepted further spankings. Becky was happy that she had disciplinary control over her mum auntie and granny and fully expected to spank them all time and again, just as she was sure they all accepted they would be spanked by her time and again.
Ella sniffed and sobbed but felt sure that Becky had understood that she had accepted her disciplinary control over her.
The second person Ella recognised once her blurring eyesight cleared was Janet who she saw was coming over to her.
Janet said kindly, “Pull your tights and knickers up and I’ll get you to the bathroom to wash your face, Ella.”
“Thank you.” Ella said very unclearly whilst sobbing.
Janet took Ella’s hand and led her out of the bedroom past several smiling faces and across the hall in to her bedroom and en-suite bathroom.
Ella was still crying as she took the wetted flannel from Janet and washed her face and slowly the crying turned to sobs as she calmed down.
Janet said in a kind tone and a friendly smile, “We all thought you were spanking Becky.”
Ella was quick to say, “Oh I deserved it, Janet. I spilt the drink over Becky’s dress and lied. I really deserved it and it has made me promise myself never to repeat what I did.”
Janet knew that Susan and Sarah were spanked by Becky and so it wasn’t such a surprise to find Becky spanking Ella as well. Like Ella, Janet didn’t think age was important but rather it had to be the most responsible person who was in charge and everyone knew how responsible Becky always was. So, Janet laughed as she said, “I’m guessing this won’t be the last spanking you get from young Becky then.”
Ella heard the light heartedness in Janet’s voice and conceded, “I reckon not.”
Janet smiled and offered in a friendly tone, “Do you want some cream rubbed in to your bottom?”
Ella said between sobs and sniffs a heartfelt. “Yes please, Janet. My bottom is stinging so much I bet I will be sleeping on my tummy tonight.”
Janet got the cream and sat on the bathroom stool. “Best get across my lap and I’ll rub lots of cold cream in so maybe the stinging will stop a little sooner.”
Ella thought it comical that she was easing herself across Janet’s lap and said as she lowered her weight across her lap, “No more spanking please.” However, rather than think of herself as a naughty girl needing to be disciplined, this time she felt aroused as she lay across Janet’s lap.
Janet gave Ella’s bottom a couple of light taps and said, “No, Ella, just the cream.” Janet smiled and said wickedly, “Not this time anyway.”
Janet rubbed handfuls of cream over Ella’s bottom and legs as she looked at the redness with blue bruising and wondered how much the spanking must have hurt. She recalled how the mum of one of Lily’s friends had spanked Lily just the other day for being particularly rude to her and had turned her bottom very red but she knew hadn’t used the hairbrush. However maybe next time she would tell the friends mum to use the hairbrush as well as it meant the spanking was much harder and therefore much more of an incentive to be good than just a hand spanking.
As Janet rubbed and thought about how much Ella must be hurting her hand slipped between Ella’s thighs and along her pussy lips. She didn’t realise how wet Ella was as her hands were covered in cream but when Ella groaned erotically she suddenly realised that Ella was gyrating her bottom as a direct reaction to her running her fingers along her pussy lips. It immediately struck her that as much as Ella was in pain she was also aroused. Was it the spanking or her fingering her pussy, Janet wondered, but didn’t care just then as she eased her fingers inside Ella’s vagina and flicked her taut clit. She smiled as she reminded herself being over sixty wasn’t a bar to having an orgasm as Ella let out louder and louder erotic gasps until one final long ecstatic orgasmic gasp told Janet she had cum.
As Ella settled down after her orgasm and found the tingling stinging pain all across her bottom turning her on she half turned and looking back and up at a smiling Janet said, “Thank you. Maybe I can return the favour?”
Janet smiled at her friend and replied, “”Yes, once everyone has gone we can come back up here and make out.”
“I’d love that,” Ella agreed thinking that maybe the spanking had brought the two of them even closer together.
Back in the spare bedroom everyone had gone back downstairs except Becky and Lily. Becky was putting the chair and hairbrush back where they were when she came in and Lily was watching her thinking how sexy she looked.
Lily said, “You looked so dominant and beautiful, Becky, and in control. I like that about you and am jealous of your family that they have you in charge of discipline.”
Becky had always rather liked Lily although found her childish at times which was strange as she was already eighteen-years-old and so a year older than herself. She would have liked Lily as a girlfriend except for the childishness but even so she felt Lily was coming on to her and said with a wicked smirk, “Maybe you could do with someone in charge of you when you do those childish things you are known for.”
Lily looked seriously at Becky and replied, “That is exactly what I need, Becky. I reckon if we went out together I would give you full disciplinary control over me and that would make me a better girl as well.”
Becky smiled at Lily and asked, “You mean if I was your girlfriend and you acted all silly I could spank you just like I spanked my granny.”
Lily smiled sheepishly and felt flutters flying around her pussy as she replied, “Yes, just like that although maybe even though a discipline spanking you would cuddle me afterwards and kiss me better?”
Becky was aroused by the thought and knew spanking Lily would be very different to spanking her mum auntie or granny as they were all fully justified discipline spankings. With Lily though she was sure that making up afterwards would include tongue sex at least. Becky asked with a stern tone of voice, “I need a partner for a party this weekend. If I am in charge of you then it would great if you came with me.”
Lily replied blushing, “I would love to, Becky, even if I earned a spanking.” Lily smiled and added, “I need you to be strict with me to control my childish behaviour.”
“No problem there,“ Becky agreed with a smile as she went over to Lily and cupping her face in her hands covered her lips with her own and edged her tongue in to Lily’s welcoming mouth and their tongues entwined as Becky covered Lily’s bottom with her hand. Becky whispered in to Lily’s ear, “Finger me.”
Lily groaned as her bottom was rubbed and was sure that she would earn a spanking at the weekend and felt more flutters flying around her pussy. She loved the pain of a spanking and whilst she had engineered the spanking by her friend’s mum she much preferred the thought of submitting to the authority of a girl she fancied and as she fancied Becky so much it would be a wonderful sexually charged friendship. As she eased her fingers into Becky’s knickers as ordered to and ran her fingers along her wet pussy lips she loved the erotic gasps Becky made and the way she squeezed her bottom in return and her dominant personality.
Becky groaned as Lily flicked her taut clit and was so sure that Lily wanted her to spank her as she was being so submissive. As she got closer to an orgasm she knew she would be spanking Lily before long and then making out afterwards which would be so so sexy. Becky was sure that she would regularly give Lily a discipline spanking but there were likely to be plenty of other times she would spank her really hard knowing that the making up afterwards would add a whole extra erotic layer for them both. She couldn’t wait.
