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Older
by deirdre
7/31/95
Yes it's true: I did get spanked at home when I was growing up. Mom's
idea of punishment. Not just when I was little either--I think probably
the last spanking she gave me was when I was about fifteen. She spanked
my sister too, but as I think of it, she seemed to leave off spanking us
both about the same time even though June, my sister, is two years younger
than me. But that was some time ago.
More recently, I was home a long weekend from college and went to
visit Brad. No, I'm not interested in him, really: he lived next door
when we grew up. I wanted to see how he was doing, and especially, I was
curious about this woman he married. June told me the woman was twenty
eight!
Yes it was funny to see Brad in his own apartment, playing at being a
grownup.
His wife, Jennifer, played the hostess, and it was very strange:
though Brad seemed to do his best to play the mature man, just seeing him
there with that Jennifer reminded me more of a mother and son than a
husband and wife. Jennifer was attractive, but she certainly didn't look
any nineteen. Actually, she looked better than nineteen, and with her air
of maturity, it was hard for me to see how she would become attracted to
Brad. Brad! The guy who got into trouble with me so many times since
first grade!
"Brad *has* told me about the adventures the two of you had," she
said. She probably didn't mean a thing by it, but coming from her, I just
couldn't help but feel she was thinking of us as a couple of immature
kids.
"Yes, I suppose we did a lot together," I returned. I hoped she
didn't notice the way I was staring at her. Brad and this woman!
But she was friendly, and she actually suggested I come over for lunch
the next day since Brad was going to be out. I didn't have a ready excuse
and she seemed pleasant enough so I ended up agreeing.
"Did you *like* Brad?" Her first question when we were settled at
lunch. I had a sinking feeling.
"We were *friends*!"
She giggled. "I'm sorry," she said, looking very amused, "I'm not
trying to give you the third degree or anything: I was just curious." I
could see her smile was friendly and I relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm nervous."
"Why?" And she looked genuinely intrigued. I didn't know what to say
and sat there stupidly. She finally went on: "It wouldn't surprise me if
you found him attractive. *I do*, you know. Didn't it *ever* occur to
you to look at him romantically?"
"Well, I suppose I considered it..."
"And?"
"Well, he was too much like a brother to me." It sounded cliche as
soon as I said it, but I think it made my point.
She smiled again, her friendly smile. "You know," she said her voice
slightly lower as if she were telling me a secret, "he told me about your
spankings."
My mouth dropped open with that. What was she talking about? "What?"
I said, numbly.
"When you were a girl, I mean. And he told me you still got them when
you were a teenager." Inside I cringed. Her smile *was* still friendly.
Confidential? Why was she telling me this? How did Brad know?
"I...what are you talking about?" I wanted to convince her she must
be mistaken. She didn't seem to have any doubts! I was so taken aback, I
didn't know *what* to do.
"Did you like it?"
"Like what?" I was confused.
"The spankings! Did you like getting them?" Like getting a spanking?
She was asking if I was a *masochist* or something! I couldn't believe
this! "I'll bet it was nice!"
"Nice?" I said, losing my voice.
She giggled, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm shocking you." Then she lowered her
voice as if sharing a secret: "Listen: *I* could give you one." She was
grinning!
"One what?" Duh.
"A spanking!"
"Uh... I think I'd better go," I managed.
"No!" she said, sounding agitated. "Don't go: just a minute and I'll
show you something." As she said it she had started across the room. She
turned on the TV and popped a cassette in the VCR.
I should have been gone. I should have left right there, but I
didn't: I must have been curious about what it was that she wanted to show
me. I stared at the TV.
The picture was of her, sitting right there where we'd been eating, on
one of her kitchen chairs. She was giggling and smiling and wearing a
mid-length skirt. Brad walked into the picture and then he lay right over
her thighs, face down over her lap! I stared. He had a warmup suit on.
She pulled his pants down over his rear leaving it bare!
I still stared. On the TV, she was telling him how he'd been a
naughty boy, then she started spanking him! She kept saying "You bad, bad
boy," all the while she smacked his rear. Finally she stopped and said
"Up," and he was immediately standing, rubbing his rear with both hands.
His cock was sticking straight out.
The picture changed. She was dressed differently, in jeans, and was
standing in their living room. The camera panned over to the other side
of the room, and there was June! Obviously someone was holding the camera
whereas before it had just been sitting there. Jennifer appeared in the
picture with June and took her hand and drew her across the room. The
camera followed them to the kitchen. I was in shock. Jennifer sat on one
of the chairs, and then pulled June down over her lap. In seconds she had
June's shorts and underpants pulled down. She gave June's rear a couple
of little slaps, giggled, and said "Bad little girls need a spanking."
Then she started spanking her for real, saying over and over again, "You
bad, bad girl."
It ended like with Brad, June standing there, her pants down, rubbing
her rear end.
Then the picture changed again. It was their living room, and Brad
and June and Mom were sitting there. They weren't talking or anything:
they just looked like they were sitting there, relaxing: a little strange,
really. Then Jennifer walked into the picture. She walked up to Mom,
took her hand, pulled her to standing, then sat on the couch where she had
been, but right on the edge of the seat. Then she pulled Mom down, laying
over her lap! Mom just let her!
I stared, transfixed. She lifted the back of Mom's skirt. Brad and
June were both in the picture and they just watched! She pulled down
Mom's underpants. "Have you been a bad girl today?" she asked, and
giggled. She put her hand on Mom's rear, just holding it there. "Well,
have you?" she went on.
I heard Mom say something, one word, but I couldn't make it out.
"Say it louder," responded Jennifer. She was rubbing Mom's rear now!
"Yes," came Mom's voice.
"And do you need a spanking?" She gave Mom's rear a little slap.
"Yes!"
"You don't *need* a spanking, do you? You *want* a spanking. Right?"
"Yes!"
"Ask for it," she said. She gave a couple more little pats, then I
saw her reaching her fingers between Mom's thighs!
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please spank me!" Brad and June were still watching her.
"Would you say you've been bad?"
"Yes! Yes! I've been bad. Please spank me! Please!" Suddenly,
Jennifer gave her a hard wack. Mom jumped.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes!"
"You want more?"
"Yes!"
"While June watches?" She didn't answer. "June's watching you,
closely. You want *her* to spank you?" She still didn't say a word.
Suddenly Jennifer was raining blows on her, spanking her repeatedly. Mom
started moaning, and I swear, she came right there. I stared, in a trance.
Jennifer giggled, and then pushed her off her lap. She collapsed in a
heap on the floor.
And the VCR went off as Jennifer zapped it with the remote. She
turned to me and smiled: "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Ready to
add to the tape?"
"I've got to go," I said, unbelievably nervously, and fled.
Back at home, there was June. On seeing her, I couldn't help but
think back to her on the tape. "Well, did she show it to you?" she asked.
I stared at her. "Show what?"
"The tape, stupid. What did you think?"
"June! I can't believe..."
"Did you try it?" She was looking at me so expectantly. Then her
whole face dropped: she must have figured out that I didn't. "You should.
You know, she'll let you do Brad."
"June!"
"You'll love it. You should feel the way his cock gets hard when you
do it to him." I didn't answer: only stared at her. Finally she went on:
"And she'll let you do Mom, too."
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Older
by deirdre
-30-
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