Jenny and Olivia lived next door to each other and, even with the age difference, got on well.
It was unusual given that Jenny was fifty-eight-years-old and Olivia was seventeen-years-old. However, Jenny enjoyed the friendship of the teenager, and Olivia loved being around a grandma figure. So, as time went on, Olivia would often knock on Jenny’s door with a cake or biscuits she had cooked herself and they sat in the kitchen and chatted about what they had been doing, just like friends would.
Jenny often referred to Olivia as, ‘Sweetie,’ and Olivia always addressed Jenny as, ‘Mrs. W.’
Sometimes they discussed how they felt about their own lives. Olivia said how she felt domesticated and loved to cook, and didn’t see cleaning her room or doing the washing and ironing as a chore, but rather as something she wanted to do. Jenny said how she loved most her days as a teenager when at sixth form college, so pretty much Olivia’s age now. They even joked about swapping their ages and discussed how that might work, all in fun, of course.
So, when Olivia’s mum had to go away for a while for work, it was almost natural that Jenny offered for Olivia to come and live with her. It was during the summer break and so Olivia didn’t have college, but Jenny was even happier knowing she would have her teenage friend with her all day.
Olivia moved her clothes into Jenny’s house saying that even though they were next door it was certainly more convenient. Olivia used the second bedroom and the family bathroom, whilst Jenny was in the main bedroom with the en-suite bathroom.
For the first two days, Jenny did the normal maternal work. However, as Jenny was used to only looking after herself she had poor timekeeping, and poor standards when it came to housework and clothes washing, both of which started to annoy Olivia who, as a teenager, didn’t properly understand the constraints of age.
It was over dinner on the second day that the conversation returned to how they both envied the others age.
Jenny said, “You are so lucky, Olivia, as all you have to concentrate on is your college work and enjoying yourself, whilst I have to think about the home first and my personal enjoyment second.”
Olivia smiled knowing Jenny’s poor standards, but pointed out, “Being a teenager isn’t all good, Mrs. W. You adults are pretty quick to point out our faults, you know.”
Jenny replied, smiling, “Yes, but that is still easier than having to think about all the things that need to be done rather than giving priority to what you teenagers want to do.”
It was then that Olivia had the sudden idea, not realising that Jenny was thinking about the same thing. They both said together, “Let’s swap then.” Both laughed when they heard the echo, but then they both thought more seriously about the suggestion they had both made.
Jenny said first, “It really can be tiring being the adult, you know, but, if you think you can, then I don’t mind letting you take over. I can play bridge more, and the like.” Jenny also thought of her close friend, Tina, who was also fifty-eight-years-old, and in a loving relationship with nineteen-years-old Cindy, and it was the teenager who was the one in charge and who made the major decisions, with Tina answerable to her. That was so similar to what was being suggested now, and so was already something Jenny wanted to try.
Olivia really didn’t mind taking charge of the home, but pointed out, “If you are the teenager then you will have to accept that I am in charge.”
Jenny didn’t see a problem with that, and, in fact, what with Tina’s relationship, she had played over in her mind being scolded by Olivia and found the scenario interesting. She even joked, “I used to get spanked at boarding school when I was your age, but I guess we can’t go that far.”
Olivia immediately disagreed. “Why not? That would be exactly the weapon I would need to ensure you did as you were told.” Olivia kept a straight face, not expecting Jenny to do anything other than laugh at her crazy suggestion.
Jenny didn’t laugh, and, in fact, liked the idea of being spanked by Olivia. After all, she had had fantasies about being disciplined by another woman for years. To be fair, she first thought about it when in her late teens and fantasied that her teacher was her mum and spanked her at home. Later, as she grew up, she fantasied about older women she saw in the street taking her across her lap.
Once in her forties, she changed to women her own age disciplining her, and now it was younger women. Once Olivia moved in next door last year and she heard her haughty ‘Do as I tell you,’ voice then the fantasy changed to Olivia spanking her, and it was still her regular thought when masturbating. So, in fact, she could easily see herself being disciplined by Olivia, including a bare bottom spanking, just as Tina was disciplined by her teenage lover when she earned it.
Olivia was thinking how she felt comfortable with older women and was never daunted by them. Some were argumentative, especially when assuming teenagers knew nothing, but the vast majority said how they enjoyed her company as they made them feel young again, albeit without the ease of teenagers movement. Olivia also was happy cooking and cleaning and took pride in her domestic duties, especially as her mum was so focussed on her work and she filled that void at home. So, she was going to be very happy doing the household duties, and having control over Jenny would be an added bonus.
Jenny thought about Olivia’s retort that spanking should be the accepted form of discipline and knew she wasn’t going to object. So, albeit sounding tentative, she readily agreed. “Okay, Olivia, you are in charge and will spank me if I deserve it.”
Olivia wasn’t sure of the caveat. “So, you are saying I can spank you if you deserve it, but what rules apply? Don’t we need certainty?”
Jenny wondered how to respond because she liked the idea of uncertainty as then she would have to be extra obedient, and the main reason to swap roles was to be spanked by the very young woman she had fantasied spanking her for nearly a year. So, again tentatively, she responded with, “You are a confident young lady, Olivia. I think you will know when I deserve it, and if I play my teenager role correctly, I will know if I deserve it as well. However, as the adult, you should have the final say.”
Olivia suggested, “I could use the one, two, three, rule. If I start counting you will know if I get to three you will get a spanking and then there is no reason to argue about it.”
Jenny liked the idea. “Okay, Olivia. In that case, there should never be the reason to spank me.” Jenny hoped that wasn’t going to be true but supposed that Olivia wouldn’t actually want to spank her anyway, and this gave her the way out.
Olivia was very happy with that and readily agreed. “That’s it, then. I am now the adult and you are the teenager without any set rules other than to behave properly or get spanked. Is that agreed, Jenny?”
Jenny was immediately struck by being addressed by her name rather than the more respectful Mrs. W, but accepted that as part of the role-play. “Yes, Olivia, that is all agreed.”
Olivia was relieved, as although she liked the idea of spanking Jenny once, she was worried it would affect their friendship which was very important to her. Still, she would get the chance to be the adult and run the home which she really wanted to do and get that experience of being a grown up.
Olivia immediately got into her adult role. That evening she cooked the meal, which Jenny readily agreed was delicious. Olivia also washed up the dinner things and put them away whilst Jenny watched TV.
Jenny got into her role by leaving as much as possible to Olivia, including dealing with the dirty plates.
So, they both enjoyed the fact they were carrying out their respective new roles.
The first signs of a problem occurred at nine o’clock. Olivia had a programme she wanted to watch and Jenny a different one. To settle the issue, Olivia said pointedly, “You need to shower, Jenny, as your bedtime at your age midweek is ten o’clock.”
Jenny hadn’t expected her bedtime to change but supposed it was right as part of her new lifestyle. So, Jenny huffed with annoyance as she got up, puffing as well to show she wasn’t happy, knowing noises like that were made by teenagers rather than explaining their feelings in words.
Olivia smiled at the stroppy attitude that Jenny was portraying, but happily watched her stomp out of the room and heard her go upstairs to the bathroom, leaving her to change channels and watch the series she was in to.
Once the programme was over Olivia saw it was ten o’clock, which was her normal bedtime. However, as an adult, she knew she could now take a leisurely shower and then check her phone when in bed, instead of having to leave her phone downstairs with her mum as she had to do at home. She smiled to herself that she was already seeing the benefits of being the adult of the house.
Olivia listened outside Jenny’s bedroom door and there was silence.
However, inside the bedroom Jenny was breathing deeply as just a few moments earlier she had reached her third orgasm since going to bed, picturing herself across Olivia’s lap getting a bare bottom spanking. She was, ‘Out of body,’ looking down on her reddening bottom cheeks and the focussed Olivia spanking her to tears. She knew actually being spanked would be a far more restricted view, but she wasn’t there yet and wondered if she ever would be. That would be in Olivia’s hands, she admitted to herself.
The next morning Olivia got up feeling ready for the day ahead. She made herself breakfast, put on a clothes wash, and started cleaning the living room until she heard Jenny stir. She then shouted upstairs, “How do you like your eggs, Jenny?”
Jenny smiled at the question and called back downstairs, “Fried, please.” This was getting even better for her, she told herself.
By the time Jenny got downstairs, her eggs were just going on the table together with a cup of tea.
Jenny said with a smile, “Thanks, sweetie.”
Olivia smiled back, but decided she should say in a maternal tone, “I think you should call me Olivia, as I’m an adult now.”
Jenny was surprised but didn’t mind at all if Olivia was going to do all of the cooking.
Olivia got on with the cleaning and having finished the living room started on the downstairs toilet. She heard Jenny switch the TV on and assumed she had finished her breakfast, which was good timing as she was ready to clean the kitchen. She walked in and was immediately annoyed as not only were Jenny’s breakfast things not washed up, she had just left them on the table. However, as it was the first day she decided to let it go and washed everything up and put them away. She did make a comment to Jenny who grunted a reply saying she understood.
The rest of the day saw Olivia cleaning and washing and cooking, all of which she felt relaxed and happy doing, whilst Jenny watched TV or made phone calls to friends. They both, though, saw it as what was right in their newly reversed roles.
Olivia wasn’t so obliging when on the next day Jenny again left her breakfast things on the table and went to watch TV. Olivia felt she was justified in confronting Jenny and telling her again that even teenagers should clear up after themselves.
Olivia called out to Jenny. “Jenny, can you come here please.”
Jenny knew why she was being called but just took it that teenagers do just leave their dirty dishes on the table. She called back, “Just a mo, Olivia. There are adverts in a minute.”
Olivia wasn’t having that. She stomped into the living room and without saying anything went over and stood in front of the TV, glared at Jenny, pointed towards the door, and ordered, “Now, Jenny.” Olivia saw that Jenny was in a white low cut vest top and a very short red skirt which was what teenagers wore in the summertime. Olivia managed to stop herself smiling when she saw Jenny’s bat wings and wrinkly creased skin cleavage, but rather liked the look on Jenny.
Olivia then realised that she was wearing a sleeveless floral very short summery dress, but she felt she looked more adult in that dress than most of her clothes.
Jenny knew the programme was at a crucial point and looked from Olivia to the TV and back hoping to delay going into the kitchen.
Olivia was getting more and more annoyed and just started counting. “One,” she said glaring at Jenny.
Jenny didn’t register what Olivia was doing even when she heard, “Two.” It was only when she heard, “Three,” did she register and looked up and stared in horror at a clearly annoyed teenager. She immediately realised her error and pushed herself up from her chair.
Olivia saw Jenny react once she had got to three but decided immediately to implement her position of authority. Once Jenny got to her feet, Olivia stood in front of her blocking her movement towards the kitchen but was unsure what to do.
Jenny was flustered. “I am so sorry, Olivia. Really I am. It won’t happen again. Please, Olivia.” Jenny knew that she had ignored the notice she had been given and that Olivia had kept to her side of the bargain. Would she insist on spanking her, she wondered?
Olivia knew she had given Jenny the required notice by counting and still she had ignored her. Surely she couldn’t let her off spanking her now as it would put in jeopardy the whole role exchange concept. However, she told herself that spanking a woman over forty years her elder wasn’t feasible.
On the other hand, Jenny hadn’t actually said she mustn’t be spanked and had agreed to the whole structure. So, knowing as the adult the decision was hers, she decided to issue the threat and see Jenny’s reaction, and said sternly, “Forget the kitchen, Jenny. Go to your room and take your knickers and skirt off, and face the wall in the corner next to your bed.” Olivia held her breath waiting for Jenny to object, which she surely would do.
Jenny heard the instruction and reminded herself how she had fantasied about Olivia spanking her, and indeed one woman or another spanking her for the last forty years. She was worried that Olivia would storm out of the house if she submitted to her, but she had broken the rule and Olivia had ordered her upstairs with very clear instructions to prepare herself for a spanking. Should she risk falling out with Olivia, or do as she said and see what happened? She wished the decision wasn’t hers to make.
Olivia saw Jenny dithering but not objecting. Was she expecting to be spanked, she wondered? Maybe she wasn’t going to mind because the rules had been set and they both had agreed to them. Maybe just one spanking would be okay? It needn’t be overly hard either, she told herself? However, she also supposed that when Jenny was spanked at boarding school they would have been proper discipline spankings and so maybe she expected that today? So, Olivia made the decision to push Jenny and said sternly, “Now, Jenny.”
Jenny nodded her head and shuffled desolately out of the room and went upstairs, knowing she would be getting the spanking she deserved under the new regime. She got to her bedroom and unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor. She then edged her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers and pushed them downwards and kicked them and her skirt away. She scooped them both up, balancing with one hand on her dressing table, and put them both in the middle of her double bed. She then went to the corner and pressed her nose against the wall and felt just like the naughty teenager she wanted to feel like, although she wasn’t looking forward to the spanking itself.
Olivia waited until she heard the movement stop upstairs and then made her way to Jenny’s bedroom. She walked in and smiled as she saw Jenny standing in the corner with her nose pressed against the wall. She loved the sight with her creased skin and sagging bottom cheeks which she actually wanted to kiss as much as spank, but knew the spanking had to happen first.
Olivia savoured Jenny’s back view for a few more moments and then went to the dressing table and turned the chair into the room, sat down, and ordered, “Right, Jenny, come here for your spanking, you naughty girl.”
Jenny loved the stern tone of voice and turned to see a very cross looking Olivia sitting on her dressing table chair. She stepped across to her and stood by her side and when she saw Olivia tap her almost bare thighs she eased herself downwards, balancing on the corner of the chair and then catching her fall with her hands on the floor.
She would have found lying across Olivia’s lap on the bed much easier, but once she had lowered her full weight on Olivia’s lap and saw her legs on the far side and felt Olivia’s hand on her bottom, she knew this was the right position for a naughty teenager. It felt even more appropriate with her head dangling inches above the floor and the close-up view of the backs of Olivia’s upside down legs and the backs of her bare thighs all just inches from her face.
Olivia rubbed Jenny’s bottom in circles a few times and saw that she was settled and not trying to get up. As she raised her hand she told herself that a hard spanking was actually right and would turn Jenny’s bare bottom cheeks a glowing red before letting her up. She brought her open palm down firmly on Jenny’s far bare bottom cheek and as she saw the fleshy skin wobble around she was already raising her hand to spank the near bottom cheek. She now knew she was right to give Jenny the spanking she deserved and so proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks.
Jenny loved the humiliating position she was in and the control that Olivia had over her and it was just as she had fantasied for so long. In fact, the feeling of humiliation and submission was better then she thought it would be. The spanking itself was hurting more and more as each spank landed, but she hoped that afterwards, she would get the feelings of arousal she always felt when masturbating fantasising about being spanked. Time would tell on that though, she told herself as the stinging intensified.
Olivia kept the spanks landing on alternate bottom cheeks turning them both darker and darker shades of red. She was conscious of Jenny’s reaction in the beginning, making sure there was no resistance, and as the only reaction was louder and louder gasps, and some wriggling around on her lap, she told herself that the hard spanking was still right.
Once finally convinced of that, she ignored the louder and louder gasps and even the tensing of Jenny’s legs and just set about giving her the hard spanking she now wanted to give. She knew to change to spanking the same bottom cheek time and again and then spank the other bottom cheek time and again, and that increased the reddening glow quicker and the loudness of the gasps and the squirming, all of which told Olivia that she was giving a good hard spanking.
Jenny was trying to cope with the spanks, just as she had done at boarding school, but, just like then, the tears welled up in her eyes and she felt them dribble down her face. She didn’t ask for the spanking to stop or to be let up as she loved more and more that Olivia was in control and making all the decisions. Even when she felt the backs of her legs being spanked and the even more intense stinging that produced, she knew she wanted to submit to Olivia for as long as she was staying with her.
Olivia was happy with the glowing red of both bottom cheeks and both legs, and heard the sobs and then crying, and decided that she had spanked Jenny long and hard enough. She stopped spanking but rubbed her bottom and the backs of her legs, and as she did saw Jenny move her legs apart. Suspecting that Jenny was actually turned on by the spanking, she rubbed her inner thigh and when she heard an unmistakable erotic groan she ran her fingers along Jenny’s pussy lips and felt they were as wet as her own when she fingering herself as she read one of her sex-filled rom-com books, and so ran her fingers up and down a few more times and watched as Jenny gyrated and gasped even louder.
Jenny felt Olivia’s hand rubbing her legs and couldn’t stop herself parting them. Once Olivia caressed her pussy lips she knew she was closer to an orgasm than she had been for years, at least one generated by someone else rather than her own fingers. She loved it that Olivia was driving her towards an orgasm, and couldn’t stop herself gyrating her thighs and yielding, willingly, to Olivia’s searching fingers as they edged inside her pussy lips and flicked her taut clit. Moments later she let out her orgasmic gasp, and another and another, until she was spent.
Olivia knew a discipline spanking shouldn’t end with an orgasm, although had read a couple of stories when that did happen, so maybe it wasn’t fiction after all. She didn’t mind, though, as the role change was exactly fiction, and not for real, and so if it was sexual then all to the good. However, now that Jenny was recovering from her orgasm with her heavy breathing, she decided to exert control again, and ordered, “Get up, girl, and I hope you have learned your lesson.”
Jenny heard the instruction and as she eased herself up, wondered if she should return Olivia’s sexual favour. However, as she stood up and rubbed her bottom, she saw Olivia point to the corner and order, “Go and face the wall again, girl, and think about how naughty you have been.”
Jenny grimaced as the sexual arousal disappeared both because she again had her nose pressed against the wall and also her bottom was stinging more than she had expected.
Olivia said sternly, “Do not come away until I tell you to,” and then went back downstairs and cleared up Jenny’s breakfast things and put a wash load on. She was more relaxed now and realised that giving the spanking took any tension away from her and smiled as she thought that the tension was transferred to Jenny’s bottom cheeks.
So, as Olivia felt good about spanking Jenny, and was happy still doing all of the household chores, she was sure the role-play should continue with her being even stricter, and started to think of other ways to treat Jenny as the teenager under her control.
Jenny was also thinking as her nose was pressed against the wall. Here she was with a stinging bottom and still feeling humiliated, although knew she had been taught a lesson and that if she continued like this was bound to be spanked again. However, she still wanted the role-play with her as the teenager she wanted to be, and with Olivia as a very strict mother figure, and couldn’t wait to discuss her newfound situation with Tina. She smiled to herself that there must be other ways that would put Olivia more clearly in control, and indeed wanted the role-play to continue.
