Things had changed for Miss Emma. She was now twenty-three-years old, five feet nine inches tall, with a Mediterranean look, a very pretty face framed by her dark hair, had gorgeously pert breasts, a lovely figure, and a very strong personality to go with it. At work, Emma had a degree in law and was a trainee Solicitor but was extremely confident and strong-willed, and sometimes bossy even with those who were senior to her, whilst at home she was the dominant force.
Soon after starting university, she had met forty-one-year-old Lesley, the same age as her own mum, and became her chummy daughter. Emma was eighteen-years-old at the time so the age difference suited the chummy mum and daughter scenario.
Lesley was five feet five inches tall, with dark hair, a pretty face, petite, pert breasts, and also a lovely figure, and Mediterranean looks matching Emma’s, almost as though they were a real mother and daughter, which, as for so many chummy mummy relationships drew them together.
Emma was certainly an alpha female at home and at work and initially thought that Lesley was equally alpha because at work Lesley was the office manager in a facilities company and had lots of responsibility which she handled very well. She ran a team and made some big decisions.
However, whilst normally in chummy mummy and daughter relationships that would have meant Lesley taking the maternal role and Emma being the obedient daughter, pretty much as role-play, in fact, those roles were now reversed. Indeed, other than their age difference, any semblance to match what a true authority structure a mother had with her daughter stopped because Lesley was the misbehaving brat, whilst Emma was the dominant maternal force in their relationship, and that quickly included full and unquestioned disciplinary control over Lesley who suffered spanking after spanking from Emma, and it soon became normal for the spanking to be followed by a caning.
Lesley accepted every punishment, but still couldn’t change from being bratty, and that was causing issues for Emma. Of course, those issues were pretty much the same as any mother would actually have with a bratty daughter, which was almost non-stop stress and not knowing how to change her daughter’s bratty attitude.
After only two dates they both felt they had a really special relationship, and Lesley asked Emma to move in with her. She had been married and was now divorced and had no children, so there was certainly more than enough room for the two of them, and Emma, being eighteen-years-old and in her first year at Uni, was an ideal age. Emma was given the second bedroom, but more often than not shared Lesley’s bed when they made love, as girlfriends did, even with the age difference which made them loving chummy mummy and chummy daughter.
It was Lesley who suggested that in view of their age difference it would be quite good fun if Emma were to call her, ‘Mum,’ and Emma liked the idea as well as it reflected their respective ages, and as they had very similar looks it would be interesting to see what reaction they got. In fact, Lesley, whilst naturally submissive at home, suggested it because she thought that if Emma called her, mum, she would act far more responsibly than she had done when she was married, which was actually the reason for the divorce.
It didn’t take long, though, for Lesley to revert to type and act more like a bratty misbehaving daughter than the maternal matriarch. In fact, it took just days living together for Emma to discover that whilst Lesley was an alpha female at work, just as Emma was, once at home she craved the maternal love of her chummy daughter, often using sulking and answering back to get her attention, albeit of a disciplinary nature. She regularly replied to the request to do something by Emma with, “Shan’t,” and at other times an offhand, “Whatever.” Often those remarks led immediately to Lesley going across Emma’s lap although, as she lay there, she knew she was at least getting her chummy daughter’s very personal attention.
Emma certainly preferred being in charge, and Lesley immediately reacted to Emma’s dominant attitude, and even on their first date Lesley just knew that Emma was the ideal dominant maternal figure for her, with age being totally insignificant, and was the dominant forceful maternal figure that she so desired. In fact, Lesley was even turned on by the thought of submitting to Emma, not realising at first just how much Emma was turned on by the thought of dominating a woman her own mum’s age.
Emma’s character was certainly unusual. It wasn’t so common for a woman her young age to be so dominant in the company of a woman her mum’s age. However, it was something that came so naturally to her because, although so young, she fully understood the needs of some older women who were alpha at work but who were needy when at home. She discovered that these women got turned on by their need to be disciplined because of their misbehavior, and it was the pain that turned them on and made them sexually satisfied even though their bottoms and legs stung so much.
Emma was very happy being the dominant figure in their relationship, and quickly decided that if Lesley was going to be a brat she should wear a younger woman’s clothing, normally a vest top with pictures of her favourite cartoon characters, or teddy bears, or butterflies, on them, with a very short skirt or shorts that showed off her bare legs. Lesley didn’t object to the request and even purchased the clothes that fitted her, and at weekends she would watch cartoons on TV, and paint cartoon characters by numbers, and even dance in the middle of the room looking at her reflection in the large TV. When naughty, which she was increasingly so, Emma would scold Lesley and even send her to her room as a punishment, although didn’t like the way Lesley used sulking and silent treatment against her, again as a bratty daughter would do.
The transition was completed when Emma discussed their respective positions and Emma asked that Lesley call her, ‘Mummy,’ which Lesley agreed to, and that Emma call Lesley by her first name, so Lesley rather than mum. That gave effect to the role reversal between the two girlfriends, albeit the forty-one-year-old was under the disciplinary control of the eighteen-year-old.
Even that changed to deal with the difference between being at home and when going out together. When at home Emma referred to Lesley by her first name, and Lesley called Emma, mummy. Whenever they were out Lesley called Emma, ‘Miss,’ as though she were her assistant at work. Emma would still address her chummy mummy as Lesley when they were out, although because they did look so similar, they sometimes got strange looks from people wondering what their relationship might actually be.
Emma found that rather funny, and although Lesley knew she found it humiliating to have an eighteen-year-old take on the maternal disciplinary role over her so obviously when out, it was something she readily accepted because she knew she needed it for her own good.
Neither Emma nor Lesley had intended that their role reversal would include spanking as a punishment but assumed it would involve scolding, and grounding, and the like. However, Emma and Lesley both looked back so fondly on the first time spanking was used as a punishment. Lesley had been out shopping and when she came home Emma saw she was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her slim bare legs, and her favourite vest top with the words, ‘I’m A Good Girl,’ on the front. However, Emma was cross with Lesley as she had given her firm instructions to be home two hours earlier as they were due to go and see friends. As Lesley was so late the evening was cancelled, and Emma was in a foul mood.
Emma scolded Lesley as soon as she came through the front door, saying sternly, “Why can’t you do as you are told?”
Lesley had been happy shopping and wasn’t fussed about having messed up their evening, and said an offhand, “Sorry,” clearly not meaning it.
Emma looked at the words on Lesley’s vest top and ordered, “As you are a long way from being a good girl, we need to discuss your bad behaviour. Sit on the sofa so we can talk.”
Lesley heard the instruction but didn’t feel like talking, and said, “I want to watch TV.”
Emma was so annoyed when Lesley yet again didn’t do as she was told Emma grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across to the sofa intending to sit down with her and have a face-to-face serious discussion. However, Lesley resisted, and as Emma gave one final pull so Lesley actually tripped and fell down across Emma’s lap, and her already very short dress rose up to her waist so Emma was looking down at her chummy daughter’s thong knickers and therefore almost bare bottom. In order to calm her naughty daughter down, Emma raised her hand and brought her palm down on Lesley’s far bottom cheek. Having seen how the spank calmed Lesley down, Emma gave her several more spanks on alternate bottom cheeks, and when she realised that Lesley wasn’t going to force herself up, she gave her even more spanks.
Lesley had never intended going across her chummy mummy’s lap, but, once there, she felt it was right that she did give her a few spanks, particularly as she had actually thought on several occasions how she deserved a good spanking for her poor behavior and lack of carrying out agreed maternal duties. So, she didn’t try to force herself up but stayed obediently across Emma’s lap.
Emma felt so in control as she landed those spanks on Lesley’s bare bottom and told herself that maybe this shouldn’t be a once only punishment. However, seeing that Lesley’s bottom was already turned quite a nice red, she rubbed her bottom in circles, glaring at the back of her head, and said sternly, “If you don’t improve, Lesley, this won’t be a last time I put you across my lap.”
It was then Lesley’s turn to be truly submissive and saw how being spanked would be so good for her, and replied, looking at the floor, “Yes, mummy.”
Emma thought that maybe Lesley wanted to be treated more firmly if she was going to act like the disobedient bratty daughter. So, she ordered, “Now do as I tell you and get up and sit next to me and we will discuss the future.”
As Lesley eased herself up from Emma’s lap, she knew that her bottom was stinging, albeit not badly, but she did then obediently sit next to Emma and waited to hear what she had to say.
Emma used a very stern tone of voice, which actually came quite naturally to her given that even though still eighteen years old and in her first year at Uni she was bossy and dominant, and said, “From now on, Lesley, you will do as you’re told. That will include times you come home, asking for permission to go out, and doing all of your household chores. Each and every time you do something wrong, or in my view of an inadequate standard, I will be taking your knickers down, putting you across my lap, and giving you another spanking. Is that understood?”
Lesley could see lots of benefits to having to submit to Emma. She needed someone to control her, and actually, it was going to be a really good incentive to know that if she didn’t do as she was told she would get a spanking. It didn’t matter to her that Emma was only eighteen and she was forty-one because age was just irrelevant when it came to discipline. What Lesley knew was that she needed to be controlled and disciplined, and who better than Emma to do that for her.
After that, it didn’t take long for Lesley to want to be treated like the bratty daughter, and happily continued to call Emma, ‘Mummy,’ and to accept her punishments including spanking, corner time, being grounded, having to do lines as a way of also calming her down, and making her wear clothes that made her younger-looking as a way of accepting being controlled by her eighteen-year-old dominant girlfriend.
Lesley wasn’t even all that embarrassed about the fact that she was disciplined by her eighteen-year-old chummy daughter. She told her friends and was quite happy that Emma told her friends as well, and it didn’t take long for Lesley to earn a spanking when one or others friends were in the house and watched the spanking being given. It was rather like a sibling watching the parent give a spanking and quite often after the spanking the sibling would comfort Lesley as she continued to cry, but then, unlike real siblings, and after all, they weren’t, that cuddling turned into kissing and caressing and finger and tongue sex, which Emma heard whilst still downstairs. She didn’t mind because she knew that she had correctly disciplined her chummy daughter and felt far more relaxed and less stressed than she would’ve done before the discipline regime was put in place.
After that first spanking, whenever Emma told Lesley she had earned another spanking Emma would tell her now chummy daughter to get undressed except for her knickers. She would then scold her and see Lesley’s face slowly show distress and then tears, even before the spanking. It was almost as though Lesley never learned when to stop pressing Emma’s buttons until it was too late, and she regretted her bratty actions only once the decision had been taken to spank and cane her. Of course, Lesley knew it was too late by then and had to listen to her chummy daughter now mummy scolding her and as that built up so she knew Emma only ever spanked her well beyond when she started to cry, and the caning still followed.
As an act of humiliation and to emphasise who was the one in control, it was always Emma who would lower Lesley’s knickers before putting her across her lap.
Things also changed in a different way for Emma. As Lesley’s friends, or one of her own friend’s mothers, watched Lesley being spanked, some also wondered what it might be like to be spanked themselves which Emma could see in their faces, and as she felt sexually aroused by being a Domme she pressed them into asking her to spank them, and when they did she happily agreed to put them across her lap. In most cases after that first spanking one or other of the women would regularly come over with a note explaining what they had done wrong and asked to be given the spanking they so deserved.
Emma quickly came to realise that it was much more common than she had thought that women her own mum’s age felt the need to be disciplined by way of a spanking or something even more painful, and so Emma became very relaxed by the fact that she spanked and often also caned so many women who were in their forty’s and even into the fifty’s.
This was now a way of life for Emma, and one that she relished, albeit with the stress caused by having a bratty misbehaving and sulking daughter, but what with dealing with her she also had so many other good experiences of dominating so many older women.
However, as much as it stressed Emma to have a bratty daughter, it often humiliated Lesley. Like the time that Lesley had been bratty to Emma whilst Annette, their cleaning lady, was upstairs. Emma still ordered Lesley across her lap and after just a minute of the sound of Emma’s hand on Lesley’s bare bottom, Annette came downstairs to investigate the unusual sounds. She was shocked when she saw Lesley across Emma’s lap, but it was Lesley who was so humiliated when she saw Annette’s upside-down legs a foot from her face and heard her discuss with Emma why she was giving the spanking to a much older woman than herself.
Annette was forty-years-old and smiled as she was told how Emma was in charge of a woman of forty-six, and a woman who she thought was her boss, and enjoyed watching the spanking as she dusted around in the room.
It was even better when Emma said, “Please will you in future tell me if Lesley misbehaves or has anything in her room that is for adults only, because that will earn her another spanking.”
Annette smiled as she replied, “Of course, Emma.”
Since then, Annette had informed on Lesley numerous times and each time happily watched another spanking.
Five years had passed and still, Emma was in charge of her much older chummy daughter, and today was no different. Lesley had been told to be home by nine o’clock but wasn’t and when she eventually came home, wearing her work clothes as she had at the last minute gone out after work but hadn’t asked her mummy first, she looked contrite and said, ‘Sorry, mummy,’ knowing what was going to happen.
Emma was wearing a summery sleeveless dress which was quite short and had bare legs.
Emma glared at Lesley and said sternly, “You know that saying sorry doesn’t work, you naughty girl, so I want you undressed except for your knickers. You know the drill.”
Lesley winced at the very firmly given instruction, knowing that her mummy only ever gave her a very hard spanking. However, she knew she had to be obedient and immediately took off her blouse, folded it, and put it on the dining table. As she did, she saw the crook-ended cane on the dining table and knew what that meant as well. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slipped it down her arms, caught it, and put that with her blouse. She then unzipped her skirt and pushed that down towards the floor, knowing that she could not do the same with her knickers because that was her mummy’s job. Having pushed her skirt down to her ankles she stepped out of it, scooped it up, folded it, and then put that on top of her other clothes.
Lesley then turned obediently and looked at her mummy, knowing that before the spanking she was going to get a real scolding. However, once again, even though she was forty-six-years old and Emma, her role-play mummy, was now twenty-three-years old, this was absolutely the right way round so far as discipline was concerned because she was always the naughty misbehaving one, and her chummy mummy daughter was always the one who was in charge of her.
Emma then proceeded to scold Lesley telling her how naughty she was and how she had once again disobeyed her very clear instructions, and watched as Lesley winced as she was being told off, and tears filled her eyes, and both knew the flood of tears to come would make Lesley’s make-up run in streaks down her face.
Once Emma was happy that Lesley clearly understood she was once again in the wrong and was going to suffer for it, she leaned forward and eased her thumbs inside the elastic of Lesley’s knickers, and, as she looked up and caught her eye, she yanked the knickers down past her bottom and her thighs, and right down to her ankles, and snapped, “Step out of them, you naughty girl.” As Lesley raised each foot in turn so Emma scooped up the knickers and put them on top of Lesley’s other clothes.
Emma then glared again at Lesley, knowing that she wasn’t particularly uncomfortable being naked before a spanking, but was certainly anxious about how much it was going to hurt. After letting Lesley suffer for a few moments Emma then pointed to her thighs and commanded, “Get across my lap, you naughty girl.”
As Lesley eased herself down across Emma’s lap, lowering her full weight across Emma’s bare thighs, and felt her hand rubbing her bottom in circles, so she reminded herself that she did need to behave better and really did want the threat of exactly this type of punishment to incentivise her to do so. She really couldn’t understand how, being an adult woman forty-six years of age, she misbehaved so much knowing that she was subject to the disciplinary authority of a twenty-three-year-old. However, she was, and to be fair knew that she was a long way from being the only woman her age who was in a similar position. More, she reckoned there would be many more women her age who deserved to be in her position and wanted to be, but didn’t have anyone to turn to, so she knew she was very lucky to have Emma as her chummy mummy daughter, even being so ultra strict as she was.
Emma waited for Lesley to settle down and then raised her hand and brought her palm down firmly on Lesley’s far bottom cheek and then proceeded to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks time and again, knowing that the spanking alone would take several minutes.
She carried on spanking on alternate bottom cheeks listening to Lesley’s louder and louder gasps and watched her squirm around on her lap as the stinging started to have the desired effect. Emma knew, though, that she was having to spank Lesley harder and harder and longer and longer to try to teach her right from wrong so far as her behavior was concerned. Emma certainly understood she had taken on the responsibility of maternal authority and, being the dominant personality that she was, she always took that job very seriously and so, after several minutes of spanking Lesley on alternate bottom cheeks she changed to spanking the same bottom cheek a dozen times and then the other bottom cheek a dozen times, and then repeated that time and time again.
Lesley was always struggling as the spanking proceeded, which she thought should’ve told her to behave in the future, but she never quite got there. She even knew that worse was to come and did when Emma changed to spanking the backs of her legs, which she always found even worse than having her bottom spanked. However, she knew her legs would end up the same deep red colour as her bottom cheeks would, as her mummy never failed to do that to her. As the spanks continued to land, persistently hard, so Lesley also knew her vision was blurred and tears were rolling down her face, as they should do when a bratty daughter is spanked.
Having spent the best part of ten minutes spanking Lesley, Emma was happy with the colour she had turned both bottom cheeks and the tops of both legs. Now, though, the even more painful part of the punishment was to come, and she ordered, “Okay, naughty girl, up you get. You have twelve strokes of the cane coming.”
Lesley was still crying as she pushed herself up from her mummy’s lap, knowing that the cane hurt much more than the spanking did. However, at least it was just twelve strokes today, and not the eighteen or even twenty-four that she sometimes earned. As she stood up, so she saw through her blurred vision her mummy get up and pick up the cane that was lying on the table, and heard the firmly given instruction, “Bend over and grab the seat of the chair, naughty girl.”
Lesley quickly bent over and clasped hold of each side of the seat, placing her legs apart and dropping both her tummy and her head, knowing that would leave her bottom stretched and such a good target for the cane. As much as she hated the cane, she knew it was an essential part of her punishment because the cane welts would be a reminder for much longer than the spanking.
Emma watched as Lesley bent over and got into position. She loved how Lesley presented her already very red bottom, and how her breasts dangled and would swing around as the cane landed.
Once Lesley was in position, Emma positioned herself and then rubbed the cane from side to side across Lesley’s so inviting bottom cheeks. She knew she was going to give twelve very hard strokes, simply because there was no benefit in doing anything other than that. She even thought how she could have given more strokes but always tried to be fair and Lesley wasn’t quite naughty enough to justify even six extra strokes. She had thought in the past of increasing the tariff to twenty-four as standard and then up to thirty-six for disobeying some of the more important rules, but felt that thirty-six strokes were too much, and settled for twenty-four as being the maximum. That might change, though, if Lesley’s bratty behavior didn’t improve.
Emma never worried whether Lesley might get up during the caning because she never did. It seemed strange that whilst being disciplined Lesley was a particularly well-behaved naughty girl, and Emma thought that maybe she would never change as she pulled her arm back and brought the cane down firmly for the first stroke, watching as the cane bit into Lesley’s bottom, almost disappearing, and when she brought her arm back up she saw how Lesley’s bottom bounced back up and swirled around and the red welt developed.
Emma kept on caning persistently pulling her arm back and then bringing the cane down sharply for yet another stroke of the cane, landing it each time just below the previous stroke, and watched how welt after welt developed in parallel lines. She was also satisfied with how after each stroke Lesley let out louder and louder yelps, shaking her head from side to side and hissing in and out to show just how much she was struggling to cope.
Lesley did stay obediently bent over whilst her bottom stung so intensely, but she knew who was in charge, and it wasn’t her.
Emma focused even more with each of the last two strokes both of which landed across the tops of Lesley’s thighs and knew that if she wore her favourite short skirts then those welts would be easily seen if she bent over even slightly.
Once Emma had given all twelve strokes, she ordered, “Right, naughty girl, go to your naughty spot and stay there until I release you.”
Lesley was crying uncontrollably as she stood back up and went over to the corner of the room and looked directly at the wall knowing she must not look around even if she heard noises in the room, and must keep her hands on her head so she didn’t rub her stinging bottom. She knew she would have to stay there for twenty or even thirty minutes, using that time to think about how naughty she had been and, hopefully, how she would behave better in the future. Of course, it was normal for her to promise herself so much, but she didn’t keep any of those promises and failed to behave and so earned another spanking and caning so often.
As Emma watched her very naughty girl standing in the corner of the room with her very red and welted bottom so gorgeously on show, she thought about tomorrow night when she was going out with her new friend, Catherine, and Sophie, a friend of hers who was just twenty-years-old, would be babysitting Lesley as she couldn’t leave her bratty daughter on her own, even though it was her own house. It was the new order, and one which Lesley found even more humiliating, but again she had no say in the matter as she had to obey her mummy, or else.
