The new discipline regime was going better than expected for both Melanie and her step-mum, Claire. If anything it brought them closer together.
Melanie had wanted the new regime, replacing the awfully boring grounding with the quick albeit painful spanking regime now in place. Since the change happened, Melanie was surprised just how easy it was to break a rule or breach a boundary, all set by her mum, Claire. Easy was not actually the operative word, but often really was. In the first week her mum had spanked her for an untidy bedroom, which meant one top left on the bed when the inspection took place; breaking curfew, which meant being five minutes late; taking about fifteen seconds too long to put down her phone and get on with her revision; and for rolling her eyes which she knew her mum hated but she found hard to stop. So, four times across her mum’s lap for a very long and very hard and very painful spanking in that first week alone.
The process was the same every time. Melanie broke a rule and Claire confronted her, telling the rule she had broken which was then followed by the now inevitable, “Get the hairbrush from the drawer and bring it to me, you naughty girl.”
Melanie never objected even though eighteen-years-old and in her last year at High School. Several of her friends were still spanked, including her best friend, Emma, and since the new regime was in place both girls had watched the other being spanked when at each other’s house.
Melanie would wince but obediently go and collect the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush from the drawer. As she did so Claire would turn a dining chair in to the room and sit down. The dining room was Claire’s spanking room of choice as the high-backed chairs were comfortable and Melanie could place her hands on the floor whilst her legs dangled a few inches above the floor on the other side of the chair. That meant that Melanie’s bare bottom was perched perfectly on her lap and Melanie had trouble covering her bottom with her hand. Claire on the other hand had full control and the perfect position to give a hard spanking.
Once Melanie handed the hairbrush to her mum, Claire would order, “Knickers down, skirt up, and get across my lap.”
Melanie knew the instruction would come but always waited for the command as her mum was the one in charge and giving all of the orders. Once across her mum’s lap Melanie found that she loved the sight of her upside-down legs and the humiliation that went with being spanked. She hated the spanking itself, though, and was reduced to tears and blubbering more akin to a girl year’s younger than her own age. However, she also accepted that unless the spanking hurt it was hardly going to be a deterrent.
To be fair, Melanie was all for the strict supervision now imposed by her mum because she had so little self-control or willpower, and knew she needed the incentive of the new regime to get herself on track for the future. In fact, since her first week of being spanked she had improved her test results at school and was now in the middle, rather than at or close to the bottom of the class.
Melanie kicked her legs and squirmed around on her mum’s lap and said an increasingly sob-filled, ‘Sorry, mum,’ fairly often although knew that never reduced the length or severity of the spanking, nor the number of spanks she got with the hated horrid oh so painful hairbrush.
Once the spanking was over her mum let her recover for a few moments still rubbing her bottom, and then ordered her to get up and face her. As Melanie stood she would clutch her burning bottom cheeks and rub them whilst stepping from foot to foot forgetting she was naked below the waist.
Claire always kept a firm look on her face although inwardly smiled when she saw Melanie doing her spanking dance, just as she loved to see her daughter’s bright red bottom cheeks both during and particularly at the end of the spanking. Claire always scolded her daughter before, during, and after the spanking as she saw it as an important part of the discipline regime so that she was sure that her daughter not only knew what she had done wrong, but what she needed to do to avoid a repeat spanking.
Once the spanking and scolding was over, Claire would always give her daughter a maternal hug and tell her she was a good girl again, and loved the way that Melanie told her again how sorry she was and that she would try harder in future.
Melanie would then invariably go to her room and Claire hoped she would reflect on her punishment and correct whatever she had done wrong..
As Claire listened to her daughter’s pained crying Claire also reflected on the spanking regime. There was no question in her own mind it was the best thing for both her and her daughter. The previous regime of grounding was horrid for them both. Claire had to cope with a sulking and awkward teenager and it invariably meant that her own social activities were affected as she felt she needed to stay at home to ensure that Melanie didn’t breach her grounding, which might last anywhere from one to seven days, with three days being the most common. That meant cancelled lunches or visits to the theatre or other outings with her friends, and time after time her shopping trips were cancelled. In fact it got Claire depressed as she that felt she was almost being punished as much as Melanie.
Now, though, whenever she confronted Melanie after a broken rule it took just minutes for the hairbrush to be brought to her and for Melanie’s bare bottom to be across her lap. The initial scolding would take a short while, and then the spanking anything up to twenty-minutes or more with some more scolding, and the after spanking scolding another short while. Therefore, three days tension and animosity was converted to just half-an-hour.
After that, Melanie would be up in her room or the bathroom recovering her composure and it would be her bottom that stung and would be hard to sit down on for maybe hours, whilst Claire could get on with her life.
So, Claire was very happy with the new regime, but equally she wondered if she was too happy. She was certainly enthusiastic when she spanked her daughter and as she heard the sobs and cries and saw the tears it only drove her on to spank even harder. However, what concerned her was the increasing feeling she felt low down, in her vagina, and she wasn’t sure that she should. The thing was, after just a couple of weeks of the new regime she started to worry that she only felt aroused because of spanking her daughter, and, in fact, so turned-on she really wanted to have sex every time afterwards.
Thinking she was getting aroused by spanking her daughter was half of the problem. The trouble was that John, her husband, was away on business a lot, and in any case, he was dead against spanking Melanie. He was so against it that neither she nor Melanie had mentioned it to him, and Claire always waited for him to be away from the house before giving Melanie a spanking she was due to have. So it never worked out that John was around to make love to after spanking Melanie and, whilst she had masturbated a few times, she was worried that there was something wrong with her as a mum.
Claire knew she didn’t have any sexual feelings towards Melanie and never fantasised about her when using her vibrator, yet spanking Melanie and feeling aroused happened every time. She was very sure, in fact, that the spanking discipline regime was exactly that, which was a regime that suited Melanie and had the side benefits of suiting Claire as well. So, it wasn’t sexual feelings towards Melanie that concerned her, but just the fact that she enjoyed spanking her daughter and wanted to every time she broke a rule.
So, Claire told herself the regime was the right thing for both her and her daughter. It was set up on the basis that Melanie was to be disciplined for every breach by being spanked and Claire was sure that Melanie wanted her to continue to impose the regime very strictly.
None of this, though, helped Claire’s concern that she shouldn’t be turned on by spanking her daughter and she set about researching what feelings other mums had when spanking their adult children. She quickly found several sites run by mums and for mums to discuss all matters relating to family life. Tucked away on several of those sites were discussions by mums who, like her, imposed spanking regimes at home. What was clear was that not one mum openly said she was sexually attracted to her daughter when spanking her nor were either of them aroused. That didn’t help Claire sort out her own feelings.
Claire plucked up the courage to ask the members of one site, ‘Does anyone get turned-on when spanking their daughters?’
To Claire’s relief several replies quickly arrived. In general, they were along the lines of, “Ha, turned-on is not the same as sexually attracted. I am turned-on because of the authority I have and control I impose. I love that my daughter doesn’t argue or sulk or do all the horrid things teenagers do. My daughter is twenty-one and still lives at home and spanking will be the retribution she suffers for as long as she lives at home, and she says she wants to live here forever.’
Claire got so many responses like this one and it made her feel happier. However, as she turned Melanie across her lap on so many occasions and reduced her to tears and blubbering again, she still wondered if her arousal was as normal as the mums on the web sites said. So, she decided to raise the subject with her best friend, Jenny, who spanked her daughter, Emma, who was Melanie’s best friend.
Claire invited Jenny over and had a bottle of wine ready, knowing her friend’s tongue was definitely looser after a glass or two.
Jenny duly arrived. They were both wore sleeveless floral dresses with hems halfway down their thighs, and had bare legs and high-heeled leather shoes. They kissed each other on the cheek, as they always did, before settling down with a glass of red wine in their hands.
Whilst the initial conversation was about each other’s family and their social lives, Claire inevitably brought the discussion around to spanking.
Claire asked, “So do you still have to spank Emma regularly?”
Jenny’s face tensed but she replied, “Sure I do, but less now than at the start. I suppose I spank her twice a week on average. How about you with Melanie?”
Claire answered, “It’s four or five times a week at the moment.”
“Yes, that is how I started with Emma,” Jenny replied.
Claire asked, “So spanking Jenny has worked for you both, has it?”
“Oh, yes, for sure,” Jenny replied enthusiastically. “I don’t want to go back to the awful grounding regime which I hated, or the dreaded, ‘Adult chat,’ which was a total waste of time. Spanking is by far the best option and I know it is Jenny’s preferred discipline option still.”
Claire asked hesitantly, “Does she go to her room afterwards?”
Jenny blushed. “Why do you ask that?”
Claire also blushed and wasn’t sure what to say, but replied in the end, “Melanie tends to go to her room for a while before coming back down and apologising again.”
Jenny was still blushing as she asked, “What do you think she is doing in her bedroom, then?”
Claire replied in an embarrassed tone, “I think she plays with herself.”
Jenny seemed almost relieved as she said, “Oh that? Well so does Emma but it’s pretty obvious isn’t it? All teenage girls play with themselves and here you have Melanie who is half naked lying on her bed and rubbing her spanked bottom and legs. It will only take a second for her fingers to slide between her legs and inside her jewel box and there you have it. Next moment she is emptying her cache.”
Claire smiled at Jenny’s descriptive name for masturbating but also saw how it made sense. Jenny was right recalled how she masturbated all the time at Melanie’s age. “I guess so,” Claire admitted.
Jenny added, “You know, Emma is so much happier with the spanking regime and is so relaxed about being spanked. I mean she hates the spanking and dreads it when I tell her to bring me the hairbrush, but her acceptance means she sees being spanked as natural, and, well, heck, if she has to masturbate thinking about something then, hey ho, it must be better she is thinking discipline when she masturbates, don’t you think?”
Claire again agreed, “I guess so.”
Jenny was even more relaxed about the discussion and upbeat when she said, “I benefit as well. Hubby loves my new sex drive and we make love more often now than even before we had Emma. Heck, when hubby is away I masturbate as well. I did it last night watching a romance film on TV.”
Claire was amazed and asked, “Not last night’s premiere?”
Jenny smiled. “That’s the one.”
Claire exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, I masturbated as well during the film when they were naked in bed doing each other.”
Jenny laughed, “Me too, kiddo.”
Claire was now more relaxed and decided to be more personal about her own feelings. “So, I’ve masturbated in bed after spanking Melanie. Do you after spanking Emma?”
Jenny blushed again and admitted, “I do, but it isn’t about Emma. I have so much more time now as spanking is so quick compared to grounding and with all the tension that involved I was getting so tired and stressed. I reckon me masturbating is a sign of my happiness with my life now as I am no longer so tired and that has increased my desire to have sex. Hubby is far happier as well because we have sex so much more often than before.” Jenny smiled and then continued, “When hubby is away we even do cam sex. We are on the phone with me here and him in his hotel room and we dirty talk and masturbate as we see each other and try to both cum at the same time.”
Claire was aghast as Jenny described her sex life so descriptively. She particularly liked the phone sex, though, and thought how she and John could do that. Then she remembered that John was against spanking and didn’t know about the new regime. However, she just knew it was right to maintain the new spanking regime and told herself there wasn’t anything so wrong with masturbation.
The important thing for Claire, though, was that Jenny had convinced her that Melanie masturbating was perfectly okay. Perhaps more importantly though, whilst she now knew her own increased sex drive happened after starting to spank Melanie it was not at all because of a sexual attraction to her, but because she was now happier with her life, and had more time and energy. So, all the guilt she felt because of masturbating were gone from her mind and she could focus on the discipline regime that Melanie asked for and is willingly accepting.
Jenny and Claire had finished the bottle of wine by then and soon afterwards Jenny left to go home. Claire was now was fully focussed on making sure that she implemented the regime strictly, and told herself to re-read the rules and boundaries to ensure she hadn’t missed any rules that Melanie was in fact breaking. After she had done that she sat smiling joyfully to herself and fully content that the happiness in her life was definitely on the up. She would continue to spank Melanie every time she needed to and continue doing that without her hubby’s knowledge. She even wondered when Melanie would next break a rule.
Claire didn’t have to wait long. Later that afternoon Melanie was going out with friends for supper and a party and was upstairs getting dressed. When she came downstairs she walked in to the living room and smiled at her mum.
Claire didn’t smile back. She was furious in fact. “You look like a slut. Go and change.” She could not understand why Melanie would want to look like that. She was in a pink vest top with a bare midriff, and a cotton skirt that was so short it didn’t even cover her bottom cheeks. In fact, she had no idea that Melanie had bought clothes like this.
Melanie was clearly unhappy at the instruction. “All the girls will be going like this, mum. It’s not fair if I have to change.”
Claire was resolute. ”I don’t care about fairness. I won’t have you going out dressed like that”.
Then it happened. Melanie rolled her eyes and pursed her lips and said, “Whatever.”
Claire ordered, “Right, young lady, I won’t have that attitude. Get the hairbrush and go to the dining room. You have two minutes to get there.”
The order shook Melanie out of her teenage strop. She knew rolling her eyes were against the rules, as was claiming something her mum said was unfair. Only logical discussions were permitted and not aggravated ones. Melanie knew she had broken those rules and so, like every time her mum decided to spank her, Melanie never objected as all final decisions about discipline were made by her mum. It was also normal to expect to have to get the horrid painful hairbrush she so hated and her mum so loved, and take it to the dining room within a minimal timescale.
Claire was certain her daughter would get the hairbrush and take it to the dining room within the timescale given, and so she went directly there and turned a chair in to the room and sat down. She heard Melanie dashing up the stairs and then a few moments later coming back down the stairs quickly, and come straight to the dining room, and rushed over and handed the hairbrush to her. It was as though she was the most obedient daughter in the world, except she had just been a naughty one.
Claire thought over the afternoon’s conversation with Jenny as she listened to Melanie racing to bring the hairbrush to her. She felt much better about spanking her eighteen-year-old daughter knowing they might both be aroused by the spanking but for very different reasons. Therefore, maybe for the first time, she knew that she could focus on making sure the spanking was a hard one and not be concerned by whatever feelings they both had.
Melanie handed Claire the hairbrush and then stood in front of her waiting obediently to be told what to do. Of course, she knew she would end up across her mums lap, but there were going to be other orders and, of course, plenty of scolding as well. She was already sorry for acting the way she had and should have known better than to wear such skimpy clothes She should have just conceded and told her friends her mum wouldn’t let her wear the clothes the others did. She certainly shouldn’t have argued, but she just failed to control herself and she became disrespectful which was a red line she crossed over.
In fact, as Melanie waited obediently to be told to go across her mums lap she reminded herself that a main reason why she so wanted a spanking discipline regime was because she hoped that, in time, the threat of a spanking and her mum’s zero tolerance which she totally agreed with, would make her stop and think. There had been a little improvement already and she wasn’t going to ask her mum to revert to grounding because that didn’t work for her at all. She also knew her mum seemed much happier since the spanking regime was introduced, which Emma had told her was because less energy was needed giving a spanking compared to the days of monitoring needed when she was grounded. It made sense for both of them as Melanie was happier getting spanked even at her age, and, indeed, knew she would be happy to be spanked for as long as she lived at home, and maybe after that as well.
So, with the well-earned spanking imminent, both Claire and Melanie knew the spanking needed to be a hard one.
Melanie winced as she stood still, waiting for the instruction.
Claire spent a few moments controlling her breathing and reminding herself again of her discussion with Jenny, and then ordered, “Right, young lady, shorts and knickers down to your knees.” Claire didn’t need to tell her daughter to lift her top up as her midriff was bare anyway.
Melanie quickly undid the buttons of her shorts and pushed them downwards, catching her thong knickers and pushing them down as well.
Claire saw the thong knickers and asked sternly, “What are they?”
Melanie knew her mum was unaware she had purchased the thong knickers but now she saw the look of horror, or even disgust, she knew that was another mistake. “It’s a thong, mum. All the girls wear them.” Melanie knew she mustn’t argue and just swallowed hard and waited as she knew she so deserved this spanking. Still, she wasn’t complaining because it was her own fault and knew that her mum would give her the long and hard spanking she needed.
Claire berated Melanie as she pointed at the thong and ordered, “Get them off now, and don’t ever wear anything like them again. Understood, you naughty girl?”
Melanie wasn’t aware it was a rule yet, but expected it to be added to her ever lengthening list. So, she bent down and had to remove her shorts to get to her knickers and knew that it wasn’t even worth asking to be allowed to put her shorts back on.
Claire waited for her daughter to be naked below her tummy and then ordered, “Get across my lap, young lady.”
Claire kept a stern look on her face as Melanie lowered herself across her lap knowing she felt more at ease and more determined at the same time than ever before. She knew her daughter accepted the regime just as much as she now wanted to enforce it and so as Melanie lowered her full weight across her thighs she quickly placed her palm on her bottom cheeks and rubbed in circles. She wasn’t ready to start the spanking just yet, though. She needed to remind her daughter why she was across her lap first, and spent a while scolding her whilst rubbing her bottom, knowing the rubbing action would make Melanie very attentive.
Melanie listened to her mum’s scolding and really hoped she would learn this time.
Claire decided her daughter knew the reason for the spanking and raising her hand brought her open palm down sharply on her far bottom cheek watching it surrender to her hand and turn slightly pink. She then landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and listened to Melanie’s increasing loud gasps.
Melanie knew the scolding alone wasn’t anywhere near enough and it was when the spanking progressed and the spanks landed incessantly that her lesson started to be learned again. She knew she was gasping and then cried out as the spanks landed on the backs of her legs.
Claire kept the spanks landing on both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs focussing on the spanks rather than her feelings of satisfaction that she was reaching her daughter yet another lesson. Claire continued to land spank after spank until she was happy with the reddy colouring of Melanie’s bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs and at the way Melanie was squirming around on her lap and kicking and straightening her legs.
Once satisfied with the hand spanking part she stopped momentarily and picked up the hairbrush. She tapped it twice on each bottom cheek and saw Melanie tense at the realisation that the hairbrush part of the spanking was about to start. Once again there was no concern on Claire’s part that this was anything other than a discipline spanking and was pleased she had asked the question on the web site and spoken with Jenny.
Claire had decided upon ten spanks for each wrong-doing. There were the slutty clothes, the arguing, the rolling eyes, and the thong. So, she proceeded to land spank after spank with the hairbrush on each bottom cheek, sometimes alternately and other times several in a row on the same bottom cheek. She listened to Melanie’s increasing loud cries and watched her bottom cheeks bounce around as they surrendered to the paddle brush, and saw her legs straighten and kick feverishly as the pain intensified.
Claire counted out the spanks and as always landed the last few particularly hard and listened to Claire’s louder pain-filled gasps. Once finished, she scolded Melanie again before ordering, “Get up now.”
Melanie had tears streaming down her face and her eyes were a very wet red as she stood up and did her spanking dance. She kept sniffing and rubbing her bottom and wiping her eyes and as usual wasn’t sure what she wanted to do first.
Claire loved her daughter’s red tear-filled eyes and knew she had learned a lesson and so held her arms open and gave a very willing daughter a maternal hug.
Melanie loved the security of her mums hug and said several times, “Sorry, mum, I won’t be rude again.”
Both knew that wasn’t going to happen but at least the intention was there.
Claire hugged her daughter for several moments before ordering, “Go and get dressed as you are late already.”
Melanie gave a wet smile and still wiping her eyes nodded and went upstairs.
Claire sat on the chair and thought how she was once again turned on and wanted sex but wouldn’t masturbate with Melanie still in the house. John would be back for supper so just maybe it might trigger something nice, she thought.
A little while later Melanie came back downstairs and this time was in a sleeveless dress with a hem halfway down her thigh which would of course hide her reddened thighs,
Melanie had washed her face and put her make-up on and whilst her eyes were still a little red she supposed that would fade soon enough.
Melanie smiled as she went up to her mum, kissed her on the cheek, and said sincerely, “You are right, mum. This is much better that those skimpy clothes.”
Claire smiled maternally at her daughter and at that moment really loved her. Of course, she now knew that was a maternal love and not an attraction towards her daughter even though her pussy was so damp.
Moments later Melanie was outside going down the path leading from the house when John arrived home from work. “Hi Melanie, in a rush?”
Melanie got a shock seeing her dad as she was focussed on her stinging bottom and legs. “Oh, hi, Dad. Just off to supper and then a party with Emma,” she said with a smile and then kissed him on the cheek.
John saw Melanie’s slightly reddened eyes and asked, “All good with you and Mum? Looks like you have been crying?” he asked.
Melanie gave a broader smile and replied, “All good, dad. Mum really is the best. I was watching a romantic film and I cried a bit. That’s all.”
John sounded relieved that once again Melanie wasn’t grounded as he knew that punishment left Claire hassled and as he was tired he couldn’t take the tension either.
“Enjoy your dance,” John said happily to his daughter, thinking she certainly sounded sincere. Just maybe Melanie, like lots of teenagers, eventually discovered her mum was actually on her side, he thought?
John watched Melanie walk down the street not knowing she had to fight herself mentally so she didn’t rub her still stinging bottom. Satisfied that his daughter meant what she said he turned and went to the front door and let himself in.
Claire came and met him with a smile which confirmed to John that she was relaxed so again thought Melanie was telling him the truth. He was certainly relieved about that.
“Good day?” Claire asked her husband.
John let out a deep breath and replied, “Really busy and now I’m pooped. I’ll take a shower, eat, and then have an early night.”
Claire smiled as she watched John climb the stairs and saw that he was weary. However, she had plans for this evening and once John had got to their bedroom she climbed the stairs as quietly as she could and stood outside the bedroom door. As soon as she heard the shower start she went in to the bedroom and quickly unzipped her dress and slipped it down to the floor and put it on a chair. She pushed her knickers down and put them on the bed. Finally, she unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught them, and put the bra with the other clothes. She briefly looked at herself in the mirror and thought, ‘Pretty good body. Not perfect but I feel really good about it and better than for years.’
Smiling she went in to the bathroom and opened the shower cubicle door.
John turned and saw her and that she was naked and looked bemused.
Claire smiled, put her arms around John’s neck, and kissed him on the lips, opening her mouth and then welcoming in John’s tongue entwining it with her own. After a long and passionate kiss she pulled away slightly and with a wicked grin said, “I want your manhood inside me,” and taking him by the hand led him to the bed. Once there they kissed and cuddled and caressed each other before Claire turned on her back and guided John on top and they brought each other to a huge orgasm.
Not yet satisfied, Claire kissed and cuddled John again and John was soon aroused for a second even more intense orgasm.
Claire was so happy as she could not remember the last time they made love twice in a row and didn’t mind that John fell asleep as she savoured the sex they had had.
Claire and John threw on their night gowns and both were reborn as they chatted happily over supper.
Claire then smiled wickedly and said, “Let’s go back to bed again.”
John didn’t argue and was now happy they would make love for a third time, although wondered what had brought this on in his wife. Still, he enjoyed the lovemaking again before, exhausted, he fell asleep.
Claire heard movement downstairs and looking at the clock saw it was eleven fifteen. Easing herself out of bed as gently as she could so as not to wake John, she went out on to the landing and saw Melanie in the hallway downstairs. She put her finger to her lips and walked downstairs seeing that Melanie looked worried. Both knew why.
Once downstairs Claire pointed to the living room and once both were inside Claire shut the door and again put her finger to her mouth. Once surer that Melanie wouldn’t shout she said sternly, “You missed curfew by fifteen-minutes, young lady. So, your dad will leave for work by seven o’clock in the morning. You will stay in your bedroom and I will come and get you at seven-fifteen. Make sure your hairbrush is on your side table and maybe put it there tonight. I will then take you to the dining room and give you a well-deserved pre-school spanking.”
Melanie groaned as she knew tomorrow was PE and everyone would see her red legs.
Claire continued, “I will be testing you when you get back from school so you better get at least sixty-or-cent right as well.”
Melanie reckoned she was okay being tested as she had done plenty of revision, which was because of the spanking regime, she knew. “Okay, mum. Sorry, mum,” she said wincing at the knowledge of another spanking in the morning.
Claire was satisfied that she had laid down the law and ordered, “Now get to bed and don’t forget to put your hairbrush in your side table.”
Claire let Melanie go up first and then followed her up. Melanie shut her door and Claire went back to her bedroom and eased herself back in to bed.
John stirred and asked still half asleep, “All good, Claire?”
Claire leaned over and kissed John on the cheek and said, “All good, John,” and smiled as a very tired John went back to sleep.
As she was dozing off herself Claire was now totally happy that her new sex drive was due to the new spanking regime but definitely not because of an attraction to her daughter. Melanie hadn’t argued and just accepted that she was going to be spanked in the morning and it took so little effort to enforce the rules now. That was why she was so much more alive now than ever before. Claire knew that it was the freedom she now had with the new spanking regime that gave her the energy to return to the lovemaking she had so enjoyed before adopting Melanie. She certainly didn’t regret the adoption and loved Melanie like her own, but now with almost no tension in her life, she had time for sex again. However, it was the spanking regime she was so thankful for.
Claire knew that the previous discipline regime was so tiring and wore her out. Now, there was no arguing allowed from Melanie who always accepted her decision to spank her, except for the look of dismay on he face. However, within half-an-hour the spanking was given and Melanie had stinging and reddened bottom cheeks and legs, whilst she was relaxed and getting on with things. She felt more at ease and alive than ever before with the better control over her daughter and the sex drive she had when she first got married was now how she felt again.
John left at seven o’clock and at seven fifteen after showering and putting on a summery floral sleeveless dress she walked in to Claire’s bedroom without knocking which was something that a few weeks ago would have produced a stream of abuse but today was met with a contrite Melanie in just her knickers and short nightie.
Claire saw the hairbrush already on the side table and although she kept a stern look on her face was inwardly happy that her daughter was being so obedient. “Go down to the dining room, young lady, and take your hairbrush with you.”
Noticeably Melanie didn’t even try to argue. She knew she had broken her curfew and no arguing was allowed any more as her mums decision was final. So, she picked up her hairbrush and obediently walked out of her bedroom and went downstairs.
Claire was delighted with the obedience that Melanie was showing and followed her downstairs. Moments later she was sitting on the dining chair and Melanie was standing by her side looking down at her lap.
“Get across,” Claire ordered, pointing to her thighs.
Melanie put her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushed them down to below her knees. She then lifted her nightie up above her waist and holding it up eased herself down and across her mums lap, just as she had done so many times over recent weeks. She settled as usual knowing her bottom was perched on top of her mums lap and she saw her legs dangling on the far side and told herself she mustn’t miss curfew again. That was the intention anyway.
Claire smiled as she started to spank her daughter and knew that once she left for school she would probably lie on her bed and masturbate and still want to make love to John tonight. What a relief, and what a new era in her life she was going to experience.
Claire also knew that sex and discipline were two separate things in her life. Sex was brilliant again, and her ability to be ultra-strict with Melanie who clearly welcomed and encouraged that approach irrespective of the pain because it was in her long term best interests, meant the discipline regime actually worked. At least, it certainly was starting to.
