They often had these extended stays at the others house. Helen even had her own bedroom at Rachel’s house and Rachel had her own bedroom at Helen’s. On the other hand both Mum’s made it clear that they had disciplinary control over both girl’s and that resulted in them being spanked several times a year by the other’s Mum.
Today was slightly different. Helen was due to stay at Rachel’s for a whole month while her Mum was away on business. Helen and Rachel were both sixteen-years-old, and so Helen could have stayed at home by herself but she preferred it at Rachel’s when her Mum was away. The difference today was that Rachel was also away for three days as she had decided to go on a school trip that Helen didn’t want to go on. However Helen felt so at home with Rachel’s Mum, Ann, that she was happy to stay there alone.
It was the second day that Helen was alone with Ann. Helen was in the dining room doing her schoolwork when Ann came in.
Ann said, “I’m going out until after lunch, Helen. Will you be okay staying here by yourself? You have your project to do don’t you?”
“Yes Mrs W. I’ll be staying in the whole time you are out,” Helen replied.
Ann went out and Helen did her project for an hour before deciding to go to the shops. She knew she shouldn’t because it was only to look at the new clothes shop. However she reckoned Mrs W would never find out, and she and Rachel often went out when Mrs W thought they were working.
Helen hadn’t reckoned on the next door neighbour, Emily. Ann and Emily were close friends and were always in and out of each-others houses. They had each-others front door keys and looked after each other houses when they were away. What Helen didn’t know was that when buying things for each other they would let themselves in to the others house.
Whilst Helen was at the shops Emily had let herself in to the house. She had intended leaving some papers in the living room for Ann. However as she walked towards the table she slipped and knocked over a vase. It cracked as it landed on the carpet and bits broke off. She knew it had sentimental value to Ann well beyond its price and she panicked. She did pick up all the glass and put it in the bin but decided to leave without saying anything. She knew she shouldn’t but was too embarrassed.
Helen came back soon afterwards and didn’t notice anything out of place. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her new short-sleeved pink top which went so well with her eggshell mini-skirt. It was summer, and she had bare legs and pretty pink trainers. Her light brown hair flowed down over her shoulders and she looked a real girly girl, which was just the way she liked to look.
However when Ann got back she did notice the vase was missing. She looked around and just had a feeling as she looked in the outside bin.
“Helen, come here please,” she demanded sharply.
Helen went in to the kitchen looking perplexed at the tone of voice which told her Mrs W was annoyed about something. She noticed how Mrs W was wearing a long blue short-sleeved top with blue leggings and blue trainers. She looked her usual strict maternal self, with short slightly greying hair.
“So you broke my vase did you?”
“No, Mrs W. It wasn’t me,” Helen said as she looked inside the bin. She really couldn’t explain how come it was broken and in the bin.
“Who else could have done it? You have been here all the time haven’t you?”
Helen realised she could not tell Mrs W she had gone to the shops. Equally she knew she hadn’t broken the vase. All she could say was a sheepish, “Erm yes, Mrs W. I’ve been here the whole time.”
“So it was on the table when I left and now it’s broken. Who else other than you could have broken it?” Ann demanded.
Helen was speechless and she could see how annoyed Mrs W was.
Mrs W waited only a few moments and decided Helen wasn’t going to admit to breaking the vase. She was really upset about it and had no time for Helen’s attempt to avoid the blame. She glared at Helen, and said firmly, “If you had admitted to it then I might have thought differently. However, as you are clearly lying, I have no choice but to discipline you.”
Helen gasped but knew she couldn’t come up with anything to help herself. She had gone out but, even worse, she had told Mrs W she wouldn’t be going out and would stay at home to do her project. Anyway who else was there who could have broken the vase? She could hardly accuse Mrs W, but she was the only possibility.
Ann could see Helen had no answer and decided the discussion had ended. “Go and face the wall for ten minutes and think about what you have done. Lying and breaking my vase. Lower your knickers, fold your arms behind your back and hold up your skirt so your bottom is on show.”
Helen gasped but knew she had to do as she was told. She went over to her naughty spot in the kitchen. She had a naughty spot in every room, as did Rachel. She rolled her dress up above her waist and tucked it in to her belt before yanking her knickers down to her knees. She had done this so many times before and obediently folded her arms behind her back and pressed her nose to the wall. She sighed deeply as she listened to Mrs W moving behind her and knew the hairbrush would by now be placed close to the chair she would sit on. As usual she never wanted the ten minutes to be up but equally wanted to get the spanking over with.
Mrs W got everything ready and then sat looking at Helen’s bare bottom. She was getting more and more annoyed that the sixteen-year-old had broken her vase and then tried to hide the fact. What was she thinking of? How could she have hoped to get away with it? All the time Ann was tapping her fingers as she was getting herself ready to give Helen a very long and very hard spanking.
Helen spent most of the ten minutes wondering how this could have happened to her. She had given up trying to argue that it wasn’t her, even though she knew it wasn’t. She just could not work out though how the vase did get broken. She tried to convince herself that Mrs W may have done it without realising, but that didn’t work as again how could that be? As the ten minutes were drawing to an end she just told herself how much the spanking was going to hurt. Just as they always did.
Once the ten minutes were up Ann ordered, “Right young lady. Come here and get across my lap.”
Helen turned, and, as expected, saw Mrs W sitting on the chair glaring at her as she half walked half waddled over to her as she was restricted by the knickers around her knees.
“I really am cross with you, Helen,” Ann remonstrated. “I don’t know what you were thinking of to try to hide it from me.”
Helen could not stop herself saying, “But I didn’t.” She stopped when a hard spank landed on her bare bottom.
“Stop that, girl. Enough lying.” With that Ann landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks getting more and more angry with the teenager. She eased her anger by turning the bare bottom across her lap deeper and deeper shades of pink as Helen let out louder and louder gasps.
Ann still loved Helen like a daughter and so never had any thoughts of sending her home. However as a daughter she fully intended teaching her not to lie. So she kept on landing hard spank after hard spank on alternate bottom cheeks before focusing on one cheek at a time landing spank after spank on the same spot on the same bare bottom cheek. She made sure she spanked the backs of Helen’s legs as well.
Helen was quickly gasping louder and louder and squirming around on Ann’s lap and even kicking her legs as the spanking progressed. She had been spanked enough times by Mrs W the spanking wouldn’t end until well after she was blubbering like a baby.
Once Ann was satisfied Helen’s bottom was sufficiently red from her hand spanking she picked up the hairbrush and without any particular warning started landing spanks with that still on the same spot on the same bottom cheek. She was getting a lot of satisfaction from Helen’s reaction and reckoned that she was quickly learning her lesson. That didn’t get the vase back though.
Helen was crying freely as the spanking with the hairbrush continued. She knew there was no way she could try to put her hand in the way as once before she did, and Mrs W clasped her hand and kept it out of the way, and as well as giving extra spanks then she gave her another spanking before bedtime. It was enough to make sure she never did it again.
Ann had relaxed a bit and eventually stopped after she decided Helen’s legs and bottom would sting for quite a long time as a good reminder. She rubbed Helen’s bottom as she lay across her lap still whimpering.
Helen slowly recovered and was happier staying across Mrs W’s lap rather than standing up. She knew once she did get up she would be doing her usual spanking dance.
Ann let Helen lie there a few more moments before ordering, “Get up, Helen.” She watched as Helen eased herself awkwardly from her lap and smirked as the teenager rubbed her bottom furiously and stepped from foot to foot. She so loved watching the girls dance like that, and it acted as a further tension breaker for her. She wasn’t sure if Helen had realised that she had kicked off her knickers as she was spanked but she would discover that before long.
Helen looked at Mrs W through tear-filled eyes knowing she had not yet been told to go back to the wall.
Ann pointed to her naughty spot and said, “Ten more minutes,” and watched as Helen walked over and pressed her nose against the wall and folded her arms again behind her back.
Helen kept sobbing as she told herself that at least her punishment was over. However even that wasn’t right because as she kept her nose pressed against the wall Mrs W said sternly, “No pocket money for two weeks young lady to pay for the vase.”
Mrs W watched Helen sob for a while. She loved to see Helen’s reddened bottom as it helped her get rid of the tension that had built up before the punishment. It was why she always spanked the girls. It left them with stinging bottoms for ages as a reminder and left her tension free and able to get on with things. A good win all around, she reminded herself.
Helen let out a sob. If there was no pocket money for two weeks then she would have to take her new top back because she had no money left. That meant none of it was worthwhile. She told herself how unfair life was as her bottom and the tops of her legs kept on stinging. She would be standing up for the rest of the day, she knew, and even at meal times she would be sitting on the thick cushion she had in her bedroom for just that purpose. All this and she never even broke the vase, she reminded herself. How unfair was that?
As Helen kept looking at the blank wall she started to tell herself that really it was all her fault. She had told Mrs W she would stay at home and work. She was the one who had lied and gone out to the shops. If she had stayed at home then she would have heard the vase being broken or at least heard who else was in the house. But she hadn’t been there so she didn’t know and that’s why she ended up getting spanked. It was justice, she decided. She got spanked for lying even if she didn’t break the vase, and of course lying fully deserved a spanking anyway.
As Helen kept her nose pressed against the wall she reminded herself she had been spanked for lying several times before. So maybe this spanking wasn’t so incorrect? Maybe it was just given for the wrong reason. Thinking, she reckoned that maybe in fact Mrs W had spanked her for the right reason which was for the lying, albeit she didn’t actually know the truth. Isn’t that the thing about maternal discipline though? That they have an instinct about what is right. Equally there had been several earlier times she had been spanked when she didn’t think she deserved to be spanked, so again, maybe she shouldn’t hold this spanking against Mrs W. Maybe it wasn’t so big a jump from reality for Mrs W to reckon she was the one who broke the vase in any case/
By the end of the ten minutes Helen had fully justified to herself being spanked. Sure it hurt and her bottom stung crazily and she had her reddened bottom on show for Mrs W to see, but she couldn’t really fault her. Could she?
Then as the pain eased slightly Helen also reminded herself how she loved the fluttering quivers deep in her pussy caused by her stinging bottom and knew that she would masturbate when she got to her bedroom. She aimed to use her vibrator as well but knew that she would have to be careful as the last she wanted Mrs W to know was that getting spanked turned her on. She even started to smile at the wall at the thought of Mrs W finding out as that would be sure to lead to her being spanked even more often. She spent the rest of the ten minutes playing over in her mind just how that might work out.
