I am Janice, fifty-three, married, with a daughter, Laura, who is twenty-three.
Right now, I am standing up, rubbing my very stinging bare bottom, having just received another very hard bare bottom spanking from my daughter, affectionately called, Lau. It is nowhere near the first spanking she has given me, because, with my full consent, I gave my daughter disciplinary control over me.
An hour ago, my husband being out playing golf with his best friend, I admitted to Lau that, soon after first being married, I had a one-night affair. She was horrified by the admission, but, quite rightly, told me that that was a very good reason for yet another spanking.
I was wearing a sleeveless dress, my matching red bra and knickers, and slippers. Lau was wearing a vest top, a very short skirt, so had bare legs.
Lau ordered me to go to the dining table, and she followed me, having taken out of the cabinet drawer one of the many wooden-backed hairbrushes placed around the house, for exactly this purpose. I turned a dining chair around into the room because I knew that was needed, and watched as my daughter sat down on the chair.
I stood obediently next to my daughter, knowing what she would do next, which was to lift the hem of my dress up above my waist, and yank my red knickers down to my ankles. She ran her hand up my inner thigh and felt my clean shaved pussy and I know I was damp. She then gave me a, ‘thought so,’ look, and instructed, “Get across my lap, Mum.”
I did as I was told and, moments later, my face was close to the floor, my bare bottom perched on my daughter’s bare thighs, I felt submissive and humiliated, and knew I needed this spanking, as I had needed to be spanked by Lau so many times before today.
What followed was another really hard spanking. My daughter started with her hand, spanking alternate bottom cheeks for what seemed like several minutes. She did change to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row, and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row, interspacing that with spanking the same spot on the same bottom cheek several times in a row, and then spanking the same spot on the other bottom cheek several times in a row.
It was agony. However, I knew I needed the spanking, and that my daughter was spanking me out of her daughter’s love for me. I therefore took every single spank as I had to do, and wanted to do.
When Lau stopped spanking me with her hand, she picked up the hairbrush, and then proceeded to spank me with that. By now, each of those hairbrushes was pretty much an old friend of mine, as I knew them so well. At least, I felt them so well because each spank stung my bare bottom ever more intensely.
I don’t know exactly, because I lost count, but I do know that Lau normally gave me about a hundred spanks with the hairbrush, on top of the hand spanking. I knew that my bottom would be bright red by the time she was finished.
When she was finished, Lau instructed, “Okay, Mum, you can get up now. Go upstairs, wash your face, and tidy yourself up. You can leave your knickers down here.”
Of course, I knew that my knickers would have been kicked off during the spanking, what with all the squirming about on my daughter’s lap that I was bound to have done.
As instructed, I slid off my daughter’s lap, and made my way upstairs to the bathroom. What I knew, was that I was already feeling much better having admitted to Lau my naughty one-night affair.
When in the bathroom, looking at my bright red bottom cheeks, I thought over the admission I had made to my daughter.
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I was twenty-four, had been married for six happy months, and worked (and still do) as an accountant. Today, I had to meet a client early one morning, so my company booked me into a hotel for the night before. As usual, I travelled alone and had an average room at the back of the hotel overlooking the car park.
I showered and put on an attractive dress with a cute bra and matching thong, and bare legs as it was summer. I wore a thong as my dress was clingy and would show a panty line over my cheeks, and, if I was going to show anything, I would prefer it to be a thong.
I felt a little self-conscious in the bar prior to going into the restaurant as I was a woman alone. While I sipped my drink, a man came in alone. I looked at him as you would, and we made eye contact. He smiled, bought his drink, came across to me, and introduced himself.
He asked, “Am I was waiting for someone or was I alone.”
I said, “I was away on business and alone.”
He asked, “Can I join you?”.
I said, “Yes.”
His name was Ian, and he was in his mid-thirties. We chatted and found we were both happily married and in professional jobs. We agreed to eat together and, when we went into the restaurant, he ordered a good bottle of red wine. I had already had two gin and tonics in the bar.
He was charming, very good company, and I felt relaxed with him. Time passed comfortably. He ordered another bottle of wine while I was in the toilet, and we worked our way through that. The conversation seemed to flow smoothly. I was so comfortable in his company, and I started to feel envious of his lucky wife. We talked about the hotel, I described my room and outlook, and he said he had a mini suite on the top floor with lovely views of the river.
At about 11.00 pm, we got up to go to our rooms. In the lift, he asked if I wanted to see the view from his balcony as it was so beautiful, and I agreed. His room was magnificent, and, as I stood on the balcony watching the lights on the river, he said we must have a nightcap from the minibar, and brought me another gin and tonic.
I was quite drunk by then, but felt very comfortable with Ian. He was behind me on the balcony and put his arms around me from behind, at waist level, pulled me against him, and said how much he had enjoyed being with me.
I turned and smiled, he kissed me on the lips, our lips parted together, and our tongues did battle. I could already feel the moistness in my thong as it stuck to me.
After the kiss, I said we were both married, and he said, “Yes, I know, but it feels so right.”
I agreed and felt so horny and relaxed that I was putty. He held my hand, and we walked into the bedroom, leaving the balcony door open. Inside, he put his arms around, pulled me to him, kissing savagely, squeezing my arse cheeks, and pushing his hardening cock against my already wet pussy.
He unzipped my dress at the back, stood back, pulled it off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. I was breathing heavily as I stood there in my bra and thong, and watched him admiring my body. He kissed me again and ran his hands up and down my spine, so sensually and gently. He stopped at my bra strap and unclasped it. Then, he stood back, the cups fell forward, and he gazed at my exposed breasts with the nipples like little bullets.
I knew he was going to fuck me, and I wanted him to. Thoughts of my husband and Ian’s wife had long left my mind. He smiled, and I smiled back, standing there in just my little wet thong, pushing my chest out.
He stood back, looked me in the eye, and undid the buttons on his shirt. Then he took it off and had a gorgeous physique. He took his shoes and socks off, then undid his trousers and removed them.
My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I saw the impressive bulge. He took his pants off and stood there, gloriously naked and erect. He held me in his arms again, stroked me gently, and, when he reached my thong, he slowly peeled it down my thighs. I felt embarrassed at the way it stuck to my pussy lips, where my juices had soaked it. When he had guided the wet thong over my feet, he stayed down and put his tongue against my smoothly shaved pussy and found my throbbing clit. I came immediately and squirted on his face. I had never cum so readily with my husband or anyone else before. He smiled and said I was obviously ready for that. I actually felt myself blush.
He lay me on the bed on my back, his tongue returned to my cunt, caressing the outer and inner lips and my delicate clit as if it were fragile. I just relaxed in heaven and gave way to another shudderingly powerful orgasm. This man was bringing emotions out of me that I never realised existed.
After I recovered, I said, “Your turn.”
I lay him on the bed, went down and took his throbbing cock in my hand, and placed my mouth over it. The head was covered in pre-cum and tasted so manly. I licked down the shaft, underneath it, and licked around his balls. Fortunately, he was as smoothly shaved as I was.
I don’t know why, but I raised his thighs and went lower below his balls and used my tongue to probe his arsehole. I had never in my life done that before, but there was something about this man that made me want to pleasure him in any way that I could. He squirmed as I pushed the tip of my tongue just inside his arse.
I sat up then, and, leaving him on his back, I straddled his thighs and loved the adoring way he was staring at my dangling bare breasts. I automatically breathed in and stuck my chest out to emphasise them, as we just looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. No words were needed or spoken.
I held his hard cock in my left hand, raised my body, and shuffled forward until I could sink down on it and feel it fill my waiting pussy. I paused when it was fully inside me, then slowly moved up and down, fucking him at my pace.
He reached out to caress my breasts and pleasure my nipples, as I love them being pleasured.
As I leaned forward, I slipped my hand down and cupped his balls, and he gasped. I raised myself a little, and he started fucking me feverishly, said he was cumming, and asked, “Where do you want it?”
I said, “In my cunt,” then lowered my face to kiss him deeply as he came, shooting his creamy spunk deep inside my married pussy. As he came, I gave way to my feelings and enjoyed another intense orgasm.
I lay beside him, and we looked into each other’s eyes, and both said that was the best ever.
We slept for a while, then I woke up. So that I wouldn’t wake him, I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, staying naked. I just wanted to think about the glorious sex I had had with Ian.
As I sat on the toilet lid, he came into the bathroom. I looked him in the eye as he smiled and started masturbating as he looked me up and down, clearly loving the sight of my naked body. It felt so natural. When he was fully hard, he came forward and put his cock in my mouth.
I sucked him like there was no tomorrow, caressed his balls, and just slipped a fingertip in his arse as he said he was going to cum. I pulled him in deeper and swallowed all he could shoot.
We slept again for another couple of hours, then got up and showered together. After that, I put my dress back on and picked up my bra and thong to go back to my bedroom.
We had one more long, lingering kiss. Ian asked me for my contact details, but I said no. I explained that this had been magical, but we were both happily married.
He smiled and said, “Thank you,” and we parted, never to meet again.
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Right now, I was, once again, standing in front of my daughter, rubbing my stinging bottom. I said, between sobs, “Thank you for spanking me, Lau.”
Lau replied, “No problem with that, Mum. As you know, you can ask me at any time to give you a spanking, which is on top of whenever I decide you need a spanking.”
I knew that was the case, and actually felt much better for knowing that, even at fifty-three, the right punishment for me was a very hard spanking by my daughter.
As I stood there rubbing my stinging bottom, I looked lovingly at my daughter. She was beautiful, sexy, and feisty. I knew that I was now addicted to being submissive to her, but happier in myself to be able to admit my shortcomings and suffer the punishment I needed.
Thankfully, my daughter knew that the admissions were made-up, but were said by me to give her sound reasons to give me another hard spanking. After all, that was the same as me asking to be spanked by her.
On the other hand, being a feisty young lady, there were plenty of times when Lau was in the mood to give me a hard spanking when she wanted to, and I also loved those times being told to get across her lap.
Today, I loved the fact that I had suffered the spanking across my daughter’s lap, satisfying once again my need and wish to be spanked by her. It was painful, and, because it was painful, I knew I wanted it to happen to me every single time.
Lau also knew that after she had spanked me, and I have calmed down, I would finger myself to a huge orgasm. I know that showed that I was sexually aroused by being spanked, but just see that as the nice aftermath. The punishment itself, and I know I want it so often, is the real thing that needs to happen to me for my own good.
Luckily, I have a daughter who sees that as well, and is happy to be very strict with me, as my stinging bottom right now shows. I know that being spanked is something of an addiction for me, but I need the correction and the awful pain that goes with it. Long may my daughter continue to be happy to spank me, because I know that I will always be happy when she does.
