Teagan was sixteen-years-old, not so pretty but not so plain either, not very academically gifted, although not stupid or helpless, and had a caring and giving personality. She was not slim, but also not so overweight, just fleshy around the arms tummy and legs, with a largish bust for a girl her age and a good full fleshy bottom. She never worried about her weight, though, and still got admiring glances.
She knew one serious shortfall was that she wasn’t so well behaved, but that was because she was allowed to get away with pretty much everything at home as her mum was more interested in herself than guiding her daughter. Teagan tried to change the way she acted but didn’t have the willpower needed to do it on her own, and so lapsed into misbehaving whenever she was frustrated about anything.
She lived next door to her best friend, Sally, also sixteen years old, and she could be on the naughty side and Teagan regularly heard Sally crying and yelping as well as the sounds of a hand and then a strap on her bottom. Sally never liked to discuss anything about the discipline she received but did admit that the spankings were given to her by her mum.
Several times now, not long after a spanking, Teagan had seen the lower part of Sally’s bottom, normally as they relaxed on the bed listening to music in Teagan’s bedroom, Sally with her legs bent up to her breasts so her short skirt was raised up showing off her thighs and bottom cheeks, and no knickers, and she was amazed, but also excited, by seeing how red, and welted, and sore, her friends’ bare cheeks looked. Clearly, Sally didn’t put her knickers back on after a spanking, hence Teagan’s ability to see her friend’s bare bottom cheeks.
What also amazed Teagan was how, when she was alone in bed, she would picture Sally having her bare bottom spanked and then spanked with a belt, and it turned her on. Teagan had lost count of how often she had fingered herself to an orgasm just picturing her friend’s very red and welted bottom cheeks and started to wonder quite seriously what it would be like to suffer the same punishment herself.
What also encouraged Teagan to wonder what being spanked was like was that whilst she knew that Sally was reduced to tears by the spanking, it didn’t take long for her to recover and to be her happy self again, the spanking gone from her mind, even though she couldn’t put her knickers back on. It really set Teagan thinking.
During the school summer holidays this year, Sally went to stay with her aunt in the country for several weeks. Teagan felt lonely but found herself thinking more and more about Sally being spanked and how she would deal with a spanking if she ever got spanked. She was more and more upset at how her mum kept going out leaving her to fend for herself.
Then, on a Saturday morning, when her own mum was out with a boyfriend, Teagan decided to visit Sally‘s mum, Nikki, Mrs Finlayson. They quickly got chatting and it soon became clear that Mrs Finlayson felt sorry for Teagan, knowing that her mum was a bit of a tearaway, quite often drank too much, and certainly had too many men friends, which together left Teagan pretty much to fend for herself. Mrs Finlayson also knew that meant Teagan was lacking in the maternal guidance that she was able to give Sally, even though that did involve a regular hard spanking and a spanking with her leather belt, but she knew that Sally was far better behaved because of that.
As Teagan explained how she felt, bemoaning the fact that her own mum was off doing so many other things, she quickly became tearful and was thankful when Mrs Finlayson gave her a maternal hug as she continued to spill her heart out to her.
Teagan even explained to Mrs Finlayson how she was really envious of Sally because of the relationship she and her daughter had together and wondered if it was because of the way that Sally was regularly disciplined. She went on to say that she now often imagined her own bare bottom getting sorer and sorer and even wished that it could be, although she knew that her own mum didn’t have the time or inclination to do that.
As Mrs Finlayson sympathised with her, that gave Teagan the confidence to say more pointedly how much she wanted to experience a really hard spanking as she had never been spanked before and pleaded with Mrs Finlayson to use the same strap that she used on Sally‘s bare bottom, giving her a very long and very hard spanking until her bottom was really so very sore. Teagan emphasised that she would want it to be a real genuine spanking, and to leave her bottom red and welted just as Sally’s bottom was after she was spanked.
Mrs Finlayson listened to Teagan’s pleas and then pointed out, “The difference is that Sally knows my rules and breaks them and so earns a regular spanking and spanking with the belt.”
Teagan knew that was the way that it should be, but responded, “Except, Mrs Finlayson, my mum won’t set rules and won’t spend the time to discipline me, and I really do think the kind of spanking you give Sally would do me such a lot of good. The thing is that I won’t know unless you show me what it is like.”
Mrs Finlayson understood the way that Teagan was thinking, seeing as much as anything that she really did want to know what it was like to be spanked in the way that she spanked her own daughter, and, truly sympathising, said, “If you want to know what is like, then I will show you.”
Teagan was suddenly so pleased and gave Mrs Finlayson a hug, knowing once again that this was how she would like to be with her own mum, but that wasn’t happening.
Mrs Finlayson hugged Teagan back, but after a short while leaned back and, putting on a stern look, said, “If we are going to do this, Teagan, then you need to obey every instruction that I give you, immediately, and without question.”
Teagan was open-eyed but loved the idea of having such a strict mum and immediately replied, “Yes, mum, erm, I mean Mrs Finlayson,” and blushed at her mistake.
Mrs Finlayson understood why Teagan had addressed her as she did, and responded with, “It’s okay, Teagan. I think whilst we do this you can call me mum.”
Teagan gave a thankful smile, and then told herself she would have to obey every instruction.
Mrs Finlayson then added, “I think you should be in a school uniform rather than the clothes you are wearing, and I will get you out one of Sally’s, including her school regulation bra, knickers, short-sleeved blouse, tie, skirt, and ankle socks.”
Teagan liked that idea as well, as it put her in a submissive mindset rather than wearing what she was then, which was a tight vest top and shorts, and happily replied, “Great, mum.”
Happy that she had set the rules, Mrs Finlayson ordered, “We will do this in Sally‘s bedroom. You know where it is so go upstairs and I will follow you in a few moments.”
Teagan did as she was told, and almost ran upstairs and into Sally‘s bedroom. She was getting more and more excited, wondering what it was going to be like to be spanked and have her bottom stinging as she knew that Sally’s did afterwards.
It was only a short time before Mrs Finlayson came into the room, and Teagan immediately saw that she was carrying a thick leather belt which she assumed was the one that she used on Sally, as well as a leather-soled slipper she wasn’t expecting to see.
Mrs Finlayson then ordered, “Get undressed, and I will get out Sally’s school clothes.”
Teagan remembered that she had to do everything she was told immediately, and so pulled her vest top over her head, and put it on the desk. She then put her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra, not feeling too embarrassed because she was used to doing that at the gym and put the bra on top of the vest. She licked her lips as she underdid her shorts, and pushed them down towards the floor catching her knickers on the way. She stepped out of both items of clothing and put them on the desk with her other clothes.
Mrs Finlayson had finished putting Sally’s school clothes on the bed as Teagan finished undressing, and ordered, “Get dressed now, and be quick about it, girl.”
Teagan excitedly accepted the sharp tone of voice Mrs Finlayson used and saw it as an added bonus to the punishment that she was going to get. Once again, she quickly obeyed the instruction and got dressed in Sally’s clothes, which, after all, were exactly the same as her own school uniform.
Once Teagan was dressed, Mrs Finlayson went back into angry maternal mode, scolding sharply that Teagan had got detention at school which, she knew very well, meant being spanked when she got home.
Teagan swallowed hard because she had heard of other friends at school who got spanked for exactly that reason and wondered whether it happened to Sally as well. Of course, that might be one of the reasons she got spanked so regularly at home because she was normally in detention every week for one reason or another. In fact, they were both in detention sometimes, and now Teagan understood that was why Sally was generally so quiet when they walked home together after detention, because of what was going to happen to her.
Mrs Finlayson, having scolded Teagan and made it clear why she was going to be punished, sat on the high-backed desk chair, glared up at Teagan, and ordered, “Now get across my lap you very naughty girl.”
Teagan immediately went and stood next to Mrs Finlayson and immediately lowered herself down across her lap, balancing first of all on the seat of the chair on the far side of her lap, and then lowering herself, catching her fall with her hands on the floor. As she settled her full weight onto Mrs Finlayson’s lap, so she realised that her long hair was draped on the carpet, and she saw her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. She had imagined being in this position but now realised that she had never quite got the picture right, and that this was far more exciting than she had ever imagined.
Mrs Finlayson again scolded Teagan as she put her hand on her skirt-covered bottom, rubbed a few times in circles, then raised her hand and brought her palm down on Teagan’s far bottom cheek, and then again spanking down on her near-bottom cheek and then spanking both bottom cheeks alternately time and again.
As she spanked, Mrs Finlayson kept scolding Teagan, saying, “I do hope you learn from this spanking, you naughty girl.”
Teagan was going to reply but as each spank landed all she could do was let out louder and louder gasps.
After what seemed like a never-ending spanking, Mrs Finlayson then told Teagan, “It’s time for me to lift this skirt up, so raise your tummy, you naughty girl.”
Once again Teagan did as she was told and felt the hem of the skirt being lifted up, and then felt Mrs Finlayson’s palm rubbing her bottom again, this time over her knickers, but she had a much better feel of her hand now.
After a few rubs, Mrs Finlayson raised her hand and spanked down once again on Teagan’s far-bottom cheek and then again on her near-bottom cheek and then once again on alternate bottom cheeks time and again.
Teagan wasn’t coping at all well now that the spanking was making both bottom cheeks sting so much, and her knickers gave hardly any protection whatsoever. In fact, she was struggling so much she was losing self-control and knew that she was wriggling about much more than she wanted to on Mrs Finlayson’s lap. But worse was to come as she suddenly felt that she dribbled some pee into her knickers and was shocked that this had happened because this was certainly not something that she had expected, not at her age for sure.
Mrs Finlayson clearly wasn’t surprised at the way that Teagan was squirming around on her lap and yelping and was finding it hard to cope, although she knew that she had hardly started in terms of the punishment that she was going to give Teagan, and, after all, she was only giving Teagan what she had asked for.
Continuing to act like the angry mum, she scolded Teagan for wriggling about so much and forcibly lowered her knickers down to her thighs, realising they were damp. She was surprised that Teagan had wet her knickers, clearly with her own pee, but she stayed in place and so clearly wanted the spanking to continue. So, still intent on teaching Teagan the same lesson that she had taught Sally so often, she then picked up the leather-soled slipper and proceeded to spank Teagan’s bottom time and again with it. Of course, she knew that Teagan would squirm around even more markedly on her lap, but then she was giving her the same spanking that she gave her daughter, time and again, and so expected it, and kept scolding Teagan, telling how naughty she was.
Teagan was struggling even more as she was spanked with the slipper, and before long was crying uncontrollably. This was a far more intense and painful experience than she had expected, but if Sally could take it, which clearly she did, then she had to cope as well. So, as she continued to be spanked, she cried uncontrollably and knew that Mrs Finlayson was fully in control of everything that was going to happen. Well, she wished that her mum would be like that but that never happened so she needed to accept this spanking as though she really was Mrs Finlayson’s daughter and who had no say whatsoever in how long or hard the spanking would be.
As the spanking continued, so Teagan realised how maternal discipline was so effective because she would think twice about breaking any rule her mum set if breaking them meant being spanked two or three times a week. Now she couldn’t understand why Sally broke the rules so often, and got so many detentions, knowing that this was what would happen to her.
Once Mrs Finlayson was satisfied with the glowing red she had turned on both of Teagan’s bottom cheeks, she decided to move on to the next phase of the punishment and instructed, “Get up you naughty girl, and now I want you completely undressed so I can use my leather belt on your very naughty bottom.”
Teagan was still crying uncontrollably as she stood up but was obedient as she undid the buttons on her blouse, slipped it down her arms and folded it and put it on the table, albeit her eyes were extremely blurred. She then put her hands behind her back, unclipped the bra, slid the straps down her arms, and put that with her other clothes. It was then she realised that she’d kicked her knickers off whilst across Mrs Finlayson’s lap, and so picked them up from the floor, felt how damp they were from her pee, and put them with her other clothes. Finally, she undid her skirt and pushed it down to the floor, stepping out of it, and put that with the other clothes, then stood back up, fully naked but that was the least of her concerns right then.
As Teagan got undressed, Mrs Finlayson took out a set of Sally’s pyjamas, and ordered, “Put these on.”
As Teagan again did as she was told, she could tell a very blurred Mrs Finlayson was moving something around on Sally‘s bed, and realised they were two pillows. She knew that quite a common position to be in when having your bottom spanked with a strap was to lie with your tummy resting on the thick pillows so your bottom was raised in the air, similar to the way you were when across someone’s lap, but it allowed the person giving the spanking to stand up and be much more forceful when using the belt compared to when you were lying across their lap.
Teagan had to admit that this spanking was hurting so much more than she had expected, and really wondered how come Sally was able to be so relaxed and happy just a short time after being spanked like this. However, she knew she had asked Mrs Finlayson to give her the same spanking that she gave Sally, and as this was, so she would have to suffer whatever pain that she had to suffer to experience what she had begged Mrs Finlayson to do to her. In fact, she was still very thankful that Mrs Finlayson was doing this, and, as much as this hurt, so she really wished to have someone like her as her real mum.
Mrs Finlayson waited for Teagan to get dressed in Sally’s pyjamas, which were a short-sleeved top and had shorts with an elasticated waistband, and ordered, “Get across those pillows and make sure your arms are stretched well out towards the top of the bed because I will not have you trying to cover your bottom.”
Teagan was still obedient and wanted to be so to show respect to Mrs Finlayson, and obediently went and lay on the bed with her tummy on top of the two pillows and stretched her arms clasping hold of the far end of the mattress. Her bottom was still stinging from the hand spanking and slippering and was sure that worse was yet to come, but knew that it didn’t matter if she cried, so long as she stayed in position, submitting, accepting whatever punishment her mum determined was necessary, and the most important point being that her mum’s decision was final when it came to discipline.
Mrs Finlayson looked down at the extremely obedient Teagan, who, of course, didn’t know just how painful the leather belt was going to be. Still, she wasn’t going to hold back, and saw it as what Teagan wanted to experience, and so was educational for the sixteen-year-old.
Mrs Finlayson positioned herself to the side of Teagan and rested the end of the thick leather belt on her already reddened bottom cheeks, saw that Teagan was clasping hold of the end of the mattress, raised the belt up high, then spanked the leather belt down right across both of Teagan’s bottom cheeks. She heard Teagan’s pained howl but saw that she was staying obediently in place as the second spank landed followed by the third.
Teagan found the pain so much more difficult to deal with than her mum’s hand and then the slipper, but once again told herself that this was the punishment her mum determined she needed, and as the spanks with the leather belt continued without any gaps so Teagan dissolved once again into uncontrolled crying, whilst telling herself time and again just how effective this punishment was. In fact, she unwittingly emphasised that by continually saying between spanks, “Sorry, mum, sorry, mum,” for something she hadn’t even done.
Mrs Finalyson kept on landing harder and harder spanks with the leather belt, counting them out to herself, and stopped when she got to twenty-four. Whilst Teagan still had her pyjama shorts pulled up, Mrs Finalyson was pretty sure that Teagan’s bottom cheeks would be covered in welts, and certainly heard her crying uncontrollably, but on the basis that she had had detention at school she needed to learn that misbehaving there didn’t mean the punishment ended there.
Fully intending to give Teagan a second set of twenty-four spanks with the leather belt, she bent down and eased her fingers into the elastic waistband of the pyjama shorts, ordered, “Lift up your tummy you naughty girl,” and as the obedient Teagan did, which to be fair she did do immediately, Mrs Finlayson yanked her shorts down to her fleshy thighs.
Mrs Finalyson knew that the pyjama shorts gave so little protection but the additional humiliation that Teagan would now feel knowing that her bottom was once again bare, and no doubt stinging horribly, was all part of what Mrs Finalyson knew to be part of an effective punishment process.
Resting the leather belt on Teagan’s bare bottom, and, smiling at the sight of so many welts painted across both cheeks, she waited just a few moments before raising her arm, taking the belt with her, and then spanked it down again on Teagan’s bare bottom. Of course, It was now clearly seen how Teagan’s fleshy bottom flattened when spanked so hard with the belt whilst Teagan was howling with what Mrs Finlayson knew were very hard spanks, and so there was no surprise at her howling reaction.
Teagan was now manically clasping hold of the end of the mattress because she knew otherwise her hands were bound to try to cover her bottom, which she was sure would only lead to additional spanks with the belt. Indeed, this told her once again that if this was the punishment that she would be given every time she misbehaved, then she would certainly do her best to behave.
Mrs Finalyson had been counting the spanks she had landed with the belt, and she was getting to the last six, so she made sure that they were even harder spanks than the earlier spanks. It was the best way to do it, to make sure that even if Teagan was coping with the spanks so far, she would find it even more difficult to deal with the final few.
Once Mrs Finalyson had landed the last spank with the strap, she ordered, “Okay, Teagan, you can get up now.”
Although Teagan was still crying, she did hear the instruction and knowing she had to obey even in her distressed state she let go of the end of the mattress and pushed herself upwards. Once standing she looked at the blurred Mrs Finlayson thinking that at least her punishment was over which was a relief.
Unfortunately for Teagan, her punishment wasn’t over. Mrs Finalyson remembered that Teagan had wet her knickers and pyjama shorts and made her stand up on purpose so she could add to the teenager’s misery. As Teagan stood up, she also saw the stain on the pillowcase, and said sternly, “You wet your knickers and pyjama shorts and the pillow, which is so naughty of you, Teagan, and definitely deserves twelve more spanks with my leather belt. So, get back across the pillows, and present your bottom for me to spank with the belt again.”
Teagan knew that mentally she had got herself into believing the punishment was over, and so was distraught that she had to go back over the pillows and receive another twelve strokes of the belt. Once again, though, she told herself she had no say in the punishment because her mum had every right to decide everything, and if she thought that more spanks were needed, then they were.
With the foreboding of even more pain, Teagan, therefore, had to bend back across the pillows once again presenting her bare bottom to be spanked with the leather belt accepting that the extra twelve spanks with the leather belt were fully justified. That didn’t help her when the spanks started to land and she was once again crying uncontrollably, as she kept a firm hold on the end of the mattress to make sure that she stayed in place exactly as told to do so by her mum.
Mrs Finalyson proceeded to land the further spanks with the leather belt, watching Teagan’s fleshy bottom cheeks being flattened again before they bounced around waiting for the next spank to land. The process of making sure that the punishment was memorable to Teagan was something Mrs Finlayson was so used to, and so well able to do, just as Teagan wanted.
Satisfied with the last twelve spanks with the leather belt and Teagan’s even louder howling and yelps of pain, Mrs Finalyson ordered, “Okay, Teagan, you can now get up.”
Once again Teagan did as she was told immediately, even with the awful pain, again seeing the difference between the punishment she had just received and the chat her mum gave her when she misbehaved at home. Had this just been a discussion about her behaviour, then by now she would be answering back because that in the past had led to the end of the discussion, albeit incomplete. There was no doubt now in Teagan’s mind that this form of punishment was far more effective, and doubted it took that much longer than the far less successful discussion method.
As these thoughts went through Teagan‘s mind, she realised she was rubbing and clutching her bottom fiercely and stepping from foot to foot as she still cried knowing that the painful stinging would last at least for hours, so well beyond the end of a discussion about her misbehaviour. What more proof did she need about the effectiveness of this punishment compared to just a discussion?
Mrs Finalyson smiled as she saw Teagan doing the spanking dance and her large breasts bounced around but hadn’t finished yet with the punishment and threw another pair of pyjama shorts on the bed and ordered, “We will now treat you as being grounded, and so you will put on these dry pyjama shorts and get into Sally‘s bed and stay there until I come up and release you. It will not be that quick. When I do come back up, you will have to bend back across the pillows and I will be giving you twenty-four more spanks with the leather belt, as a reminder. Only then will you be a good girl again.”
Teagan was still in obedient mode, now happily so, having convinced herself that this was the right discipline regime for her. So, taking off the damp pyjama shorts and putting on the dry ones, she eased herself down onto the bed and slid under the covers, lying on her tummy, and a few moments later her mum had pulled the curtains shut and then switched out the light and closed the door. Teagan realised she was in darkness but also felt secure and even loved.
As she lay there, still crying and sobbing and with her extremely sore bottom, she still turned over in her mind how all of these punishments worked so much better than just a discussion, but she also believed it was because maternal discipline actually meant maternal love, because of the time it took to dish out the punishment to make sure that the pain was real, and lasted well after her mum had got on with her usual things meaning only she suffered afterwards and not her mum.
After a short while, it was certainly subconsciously that Teagan realised that her fingers were between her legs, and she was running her fingers up and down her very wet pussy lips, and whilst she hadn’t felt particularly turned on during the punishment, she realised that it was the punishment and particularly the need to obey that must’ve given her these feelings. She fingered herself to an orgasm quite regularly at home, and did so now, making sure that her erotic gasps wouldn’t be heard outside the bedroom.
Teagan felt really relaxed after the three orgasms she gave herself, and even though she started to think what twenty-four more spanks with the leather belt would feel like, she quite naturally fell asleep and didn’t hear her mum open the door a few times to check that she was asleep.
It was three hours before Mrs Finlayson went back upstairs and heard Teagan on the verge of waking up, so she went in and shook her shoulder gently until she did wake up.
Teagan’s eyes opened and she asked, “Hello, mum, what time is it?”
Mrs Finalyson had to smile at the fact that Teagan was still addressing her as her mum, and, understanding more than ever how Teagan felt, she still ordered, “Okay, Teagan, get out of bed, get undressed, and then get back across the pillows.”
Teagan gasped as she had forgotten what had to happen after her mum released her from being grounded, but still immediately obeyed and got out of bed and stood up. Her bottom was still stinging, but quickly pulled the pyjama top over her head, folded it, and put it on the table, before she eased her fingers into the elastic of her pyjama shorts, pushed them down to the floor, scooped them up, folded them, and put them with her pyjama top.
As she turned Teagan saw that her mum had already placed the two pillows in the middle of the bed and made it clear by pointing at the pillows just where she had to be, and so, still being obedient, she lay down on the bed making sure that her bottom was perched across the pillows and once again clasped hold of the end of the mattress, and being naked now just seemed like a natural part of the punishment.
Once Mrs Finalyson was happy that Teagan was in position she once again rested the end of the leather belt on Teagan’s still red and welted bottom cheeks and then proceeded to land very hard spanks with the belt and listened to Teagan’s howls of pain after each spank. Once again, Mrs Finalyson didn’t hold back because she knew that Teagan could just get up and walk out, but didn’t, which showed her willingness, and probably need, to accept this type of punishment.
Once all twenty-four strokes had been given, Mrs Finalyson said in a kinder tone of voice, “Okay, Teagan, get dressed in your own clothes and come downstairs. You are a good girl again, at least until next time.”
Even as Teagan was still crying and sobbing and struggling to cope with her stinging bottom, she put her vest top back on and her shorts, deliberately leaving her knickers off, remembering that is what Sally did and now understanding more clearly why. Once dressed she went downstairs, saw Mrs Finlayson on the sofa, went over to her, and asked, “I wanted to say thank you for punishing me, mum, and now I am a good girl again can I please have a cuddle, mum?”
Mrs Finalyson stood up knowing that the still red-eyed Teagan would find it very difficult to sit down even on the soft sofa cushion and pulled her in closely and gave her a really tight hug. After a long hug and several motherly kisses by Mrs Finlayson on Teagan’s forehead, she asked, “So does that satisfy your need to know what it is like to be spanked so severely?”
Teagan was blushing as she knew that, far from satisfying her curiosity, it gave her the need to be subject to that discipline again. She looked seriously at Mrs Finlayson and replied, “Actually, I know that my mother is out again all day tomorrow, and that wetting my knickers and pyjama shorts and the pillowcase, should all make me deserve another spanking tomorrow. Can I perhaps come over for another sound lesson just like you have given me today and face your discipline that I know I fully deserve?”
Mrs Finalyson registered that Teagan was now referring to her own mum as mother, clearly creating an intentional difference between the two of them. Anyway, she was half expecting the request which was why when she was leaving the bedroom, she had referred to the next time. She did understand the quandary that must be going through Teagan’s mind, because although she hadn’t mentioned it to Teagan, she also saw the staining on the sheets and knew this time it wasn’t pee but the result of fingering herself.
Mrs Finlayson tested Teagan’s resolve by saying, “Well, you may well deserve, say, a dozen spanks with the belt?”
Teagan knew she needed much more than that and, still blushing, said, “I think I need at least the same punishment as you gave me today, mum.” After a few moments, Teagan added a heartfelt, “Please, mum.”
Mrs Finalyson smiled and replied, “Of course, come over the same time tomorrow.” As she said that she gave Teagan another really tight maternal hug and more kisses on her forehead.
Teagan once again felt loved and secure and was looking forward to tomorrow’s punishment, to feel what it was like to be spanked two days in a row. As much as her bottom cheeks stung now, she was sure the stinging would be much more intense and confirm what an effective punishment being spanked really was, and she couldn’t wait.
