Thomas was sitting propped up on his bed, with tears trickling down his face, and his eyes glossy and red. He was hunched up with his knees pulled up to his chest in full self-protective mode. He was indeed a sad sight.
At eighteen, Thomas was a sensitive and very quiet lad and had a heart of gold and would go out of his way to help people, especially a woman his mum’s age or a girl his own age. He loved his rugby and running and at around 11st had an enviable physique.
However, for the last four months, he had withdrawn into himself since his mum, Helen, had passed from cancer. He was a lone teenager as his father had left him and his mum when he was just one, so he had no memories of him. Fortunately, he and his mum had been very close, and almost best friends more than mum and son.
Thomas was very used to having a strict mum in Helen. He had to let her know exactly where he was, what he was doing, and when he would be home. She didn’t stifle him but had been just an over-concerned mother.
At eighteen, he enjoyed a beer with his rugby club pals which frequently ended up with him coming home later than he had told his mother. This always ended up with him in his pyjamas, the bottoms round his ankles, him bent over the sofa arm and his bare bottom very comprehensively and thoroughly leathered and Thomas screeching and bawling his eyes out as he climbed the stairs to his bed. Also, it wouldn’t be the first time his mother had joined him twenty minutes later, still annoyed with his attitude, to have him drop his pyjama trousers again and have to bend over his bed for a second dose of his mum’s leather strap.
However, far from resenting his mum for this, he revelled in it. He quickly came to terms with a sore bottom. He knew the punishments he received were painful but he also always recognised every one had been fully deserved. However, everything was always forgiven and forgotten after a spanking and he was a good boy again, so he welcomed the strict approach.
When his mother died, it was very sudden, only three months after her diagnosis, and Thomas was distraught. Financially, he was OK as the insurance cleared the mortgage on the house and left a sizeable deposit in the bank.
However, he was alone and getting more and more withdrawn.
A friend of his, Chloe, from the running class he attended, suggested he take a break with her. She had a crush on him anyway and had discussed his staying with her and her mum and dad
in their big house on their farm. Her mum knew Thomas well and liked the lad. He had a good reputation for assisting anyone in their village if he could and would willingly give up his time for free.
In fact, Chloe wasn’t living with her real parents although she happily called them mum and dad. Chloe had rented a room in their house as a student and for them was the daughter they had never had. Her new mum and dad were lesbians. Sam was the dad, with Sam being short for Samantha. Her mum was Hannah who had all the curves with a 36D bra cup size, whilst her dad, Sam, was slim and did still wear a bra with a 32A cup size.
Chloe explained to Thomas that she did have a rental contract, but instead of paying rent, the contract included rules and punishments, quite clearly stating that her mum and dad had the final say on every decision which Chloe had to accept. She loved being the obedient daughter and saw being thrashed as a real attitude reset and so this contract made tremendous sense to her.
Chloe loved living with her new parents and even after college happily stayed with them, continuing to be the ever-so-obedient daughter, but suffering a thrashing whenever she wasn’t.
In fact, one of Chloe’s favourite phrases said by her mum was, “Wait till your dad gets home.”
She would be confined to her bedroom, dreading her dad coming home but equally looking forward to it. Once he got home he gave her a thoroughly hard bare bottom spanking followed by a leathering with his thick leather belt.
Her mum would also thrash her, equally as hard as her dad did, but that tended to be carried out as soon as she had misbehaved, and quite often in front of their friends. The humiliation was something Chloe relished and never held any of her punishments against her mum and dad and knew she deserved every single thrashing.
Chloe knew the rules she had to keep to, and although she was now twenty-two, she had never quite become the responsible adult that she should have become. That was why she found a punishment reset to be so helpful and so much quicker and more effective than a whole adult discussion about what she had done wrong. She could go several days without breaking a single rule, but, when she did, she knew she was going to be in for a painful time.
She tended to wear skimpy clothes which she knew she looked good in because of her well-toned arms and legs and full breasts. When she wore a vest top which would be low-cut and so show off her cleavage, bare arms, as well as showing off her bare midriff, her very short skirt or tight shorts would also show off her bare well-toned legs. However, because the clothes were skimpy, she also knew that when she had earned another thrashing, Mum would clasp hold of her bare arm and lead her into the dining room, still clasping hold of her arm as she turned a chair into the room and sat down, and then ordered Chloe, “Get your skirt and knickers off, you very naughty girl.”
Chloe would be wincing as she undid her skirt and pushed it down, catching her knickers on the way, pushing both items to the floor, stepping out of them, bending and scooping them up, putting them both on the table and then obediently easing herself across her mum’s lap.
The same had to happen whether they were alone or either of them had friends over.
Everyone knew that Chloe was subject to being thrashed whenever she disobeyed her mum or dad, and she had been watched by so many friends and family, but it was something that she readily accepted had been needed whenever her behaviour had to be reset.
Once across her mum’s lap, she knew the thrashing had to happen and never tried to ask to be let off. Her face would be close to the floor and to her mum’s painted toenails and bare upside down legs, and she would see her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. Soon enough her bottom would be rubbed in circles and Chloe knew that only one of them was in control, and that was always her mum, or of course her dad if Sam was the one who was thrashing her.
She was rarely scolded because it was always so obvious why she was being thrashed. Both her mum and dad just spanked her, really hard, and for a long time.
Equally, Chloe saw being across her mum or dad’s lap with her bare bottom perched exactly where it needed to be to be spanked, put her in her rightful place as the disobedient daughter and knew what was going to happen was wholly her own fault.
Whoever spanked her, first rubbed her bare bottom in circles for just a few moments before raising their hand and bringing their palm down normally on her far bottom cheek first, and then proceeded to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks, clearly ignoring the gasps she made as the pain increased right across her bottom. Whether it was just the two of them, or several others in the room as well, everyone just knew that the spanking had to continue to teach Chloe the lesson she needed to learn to alter her attitude.
After spanking alternate bottom cheeks, sometimes for several minutes, the spanking changed to landing on the same bottom cheek several times in a row and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row, even landing on exactly the same spot on the same bottom cheek several times in a row and then on exactly the same spot on the other bottom cheeks several times in a row, doing that several times on different spots on each bottom cheek.
Of course, Chloe knew that the same had to happen to the backs of her legs. The pain was even more when her legs were spanked, and she certainly squirmed around on her mum’s or dad’s lap rather more than when her bottom was spanked, and of course, by then the tears were flowing.
Once her mum or dad was happy with the colour that they had turned their daughter’s bottom, they ordered her to get up and smiled when they saw the tear-stained face of their disobedient daughter.
An already crying Chloe would hear the instruction, “Now go and bend over the arm of the sofa, and I will get the leather belt.”
As Chloe obediently did as she was told, she knew that the belt was being fetched and, as she bent over the sofa, she looked to her side and saw the blurred image of her mum or dad returning with what she knew was going to be one of the thick leather belts, with holes edged with metal, and which she knew was going to sting her bottom cheeks far more than the hand spanking.
The leather strap was always rested on her bottom cheeks for just a few moments, and when they weren’t any longer, she knew that moments later the leather strap would thrash down on her bottom cheeks, not just once or twice or even twenty or thirty times, but many times more than that.
Chloe had been told by her mum and dad that they studied her as they thrashed her. They saw how her arms remained stretched out so that she made no attempt to protect her bare bottom. Those arms tensed showing the pain that she was experiencing, but they both explained that neither had any sympathy for her because this was a lesson that she had earned and one that needed to be given firmly as always.
Fully agreeing that the thrashing had to hurt much more than she could cope with, there was nothing Chloe could do to stop herself yelping and even screeching with the pain, not knowing of course the number of times the leather belt would thrash down on her bottom, but, equally, totally accepting she wasn’t the one making any of the decisions about how hard or how long the thrashing would be.
Once the thrashing was finished, Chloe was always relieved to hear the instruction to get up, go to the bathroom, and wash her tear-stained face. She always pushed herself up but never made any rude retorts to her parents, or those watching, but simply clutched her bottom, rubbing as she quickly walked out of the room, went upstairs, and to the bathroom.
On the one hand, it was always a relief to be sent to the bathroom, but also after a few minutes and she had calmed down, she never quite understood why, but she got a huge enjoyment of turning and seeing her very red and even bruised blue bottom cheeks in the mirror, the result of the severe thrashing that she knew she deserved.
As she looked in the mirror she told herself she was a naughty girl, and did deserve the thrashing, and whilst she would hopefully be good for at least a few days, she had no doubt whatsoever that she would earn another similar thrashing before very long.
When Chloe eventually did come back downstairs, she would always go up to her mum or dad, whichever one had thrashed her, and say with clear sincerity, “I am really sorry that you had to thrash me again. I know I deserved it, and I am just so thankful that you are prepared to thrash me in order to reset my behaviour.”
Chloe knew that for the rest of the day and even the following day her bottom would be stinging and she would find it hard to sit down. However, her mum and dad never reminded her of the thrashing but treated her like the good girl they had turned her into and happily chatted as though the thrashing had not happened.
Of course, they all knew the likelihood that another thrashing would be earned and needed to be given before very long.
So when Chloe discovered that Thomas was depressed, she felt sorry for him but also saw
this as an opportunity to get close to him. She discussed with her mum and dad how Thomas was depressed and they agreed that if Thomas spent three or four months with them, if he wanted to, it might do him good.
So Chloe broached the subject with Thomas and after many days, actually weeks of encouraging him, he agreed, and she convinced him that it might be good to have people around him again.
Chloe organised with the local estate agent to rent Thomas’s house out for the period he stayed with her and her folks. This turned out to be a very fortuitous decision in some ways. At a meeting attended by Thomas, Chloe, Hannah and the estate agent, it came up that a company was looking for a place to rent for some trainees for twelve months and his house would be perfect.
After much discussion, Chloe’s parents reluctantly agreed Thomas could stay with them for that year and Thomas insisted he pay his way and a suitable amount was agreed.
So, back to Thomas on his bed. It was a Saturday afternoon, Thomas had been helping out around the farm but looked like a ninety-year-old stooping, dragging his feet as he walked, miserable and very down. Chloe was concerned. She and Thomas had grown very close and although nothing really serious had yet happened they had kissed and cuddled many times.
Chloe’s mum and dad were off for the afternoon and most of Sunday to a farm show. Chloe, having not seen Thomas for a few hours and having prepared dinner, knocked on his bedroom door and walked in as she usually did if Thomas didn’t reply and was shocked to find him so distressed.
She climbed onto his bed beside him, put her arms around his shoulder, and hugged him really tightly. Leaning into him she rested her head against his and gently rubbed his back, neck and shoulders. After five minutes she asked him if he would like to talk but he just shook his head. So, Chloe waited, held him tight and gently encouraged him to open up, saying sharing what was bothering him might help.
It was about thirty minutes later that Thomas wrapped his arms around Chloe, hugged her tight, kissed her passionately, told her he loved her and that he was missing his mother so much but especially something in particular. It was something he had heard earlier before her mum and dad had left that had set him off.
After great coaxing, persuasion and many many kisses and hugs, Thomas told Chloe he had heard her next door in her room arguing with her mum, and then several minutes later heard her yelling and crying and the sounds he knew very well meant that Chloe was getting a very sound spanking.
He then poured out everything to her about how he missed his mum so much, especially her discipline. He admitted how he knew that it would sound weird to her but he actually accepted that when his mum thrashed his bare backside with her thick leather strap, it cleared the air, made him feel loved and wanted, and gave him such a sense of relief and reset.
Now Chloe listened, obviously taken aback by this turn of events but she did understand his feelings, and she could see he was hurting inside and she desperately wanted to help him.
They chatted for a good hour about everything. His needs, desires, emotions, and how much he deeply cared for Chloe and was sure he loved her and respected her tremendously. Chloe told him she also cared a great deal for him and all about why she had been punished earlier that she had also gotten a very good dose of her mother’s strap on her bare bottom, and that it had been far from the first time and certainly far from the last either.
Then sitting up, she pushed his knees down and straddled him. Taking his head lovingly in her hands she looked straight into his eyes, smiled, then hugged and kissed him. Chloe also noted the very distinct lump in Thomas that was pressing into her.
She put her hand down between his legs and squeezed Thomas’s erection. Happy with what she felt, she said firmly, almost maternally, “Now, if we are going to go to the next step where I love you and you love me and we are going to become lovers and have sex together, we need to get a few things straight and sorted. I understand from what we have said that you enjoyed hearing me getting my bottom spanked. Is that right?”
Thomas smiled as he replied, “Wouldn’t everyone enjoy hearing someone they know and love get their bare bottom spanked? Yes, I did enjoy it.”
Chloe continued, “Well, I can certainly organise that you hear that more often, although you had better comfort and love me after it as my mum is going to ensure my bottom is going to be very, VERY sore more often than in the past. Does that work for you?”
Thomas felt his erection getting stiffer as he replied, “Yes, Chloe, definitely.”
Chloe…
