MY MOTHER'S FRIEND
This is not really a FEMDOM story in the sense that the word is used today , but it does involve the spanking of myself and my then girlfriend by a good friend of my Mother .
These memorable events took place almost 25 years ago in Surfers Paradise ( an Australian beach resort ) .
I was spanked regularly at home until I entered university and even then there were joking threats of spankings until I graduated . The word " memorable " is used on purpose as I immediately think of this event when spanking is mentioned .
My parents were conservative , particularly my Mother , who was the daughter of a High Church Anglican Minster . She likes to talk of consequences , dislikes poorly spoken people and for some reason Roman Catholics ( even today I still do not know why ) .
My father is liberal in many areas , leading to many encounters over the dining table . It was best not to be around when the news was on . These were arguments in the technical sense of the word but they were not protracted . This ability was one of the most important things that I have learned from my parents . On the other hand , it led me across Mother's lap on many occasions , if for no other reason than " to clear the air " as she calls it .
When I passed my final exams , I was given a Volkswagen Passat and the use of our holiday unit in Surfers Paradise for a week .
Carol and I had been together for two years at that stage , even if Mother objected to her religion . Her coming with me up north was kept secret from my parents . I left as though on my own with my Father's whispered advice , the Cricketers advice on sex , " Keep a straight bat and avoid a sticky wicket " .
Marie Armstrong lived next to our unit and kept an eye on it ( and our agent ) when we were away . She is very close to my Mother , strict in some areas , but with an evil sense of humour , a tremendous vitality , all in a tall athletic body . I had taken the chance that she would not tell Mother that Carol was with me . This point was raised over a drink when we arrived and all she said was " I hope that you came prepared " , with a wink .
The next day was spent on the beach and in the hotel beer garden . The second day was like the first , with the exception of inviting a few of the locals back to the unit . A party resulted and the old bat above called the police . Unbeknownst to Carol and me , two of the couples had bought pot and were smoking on the balcony . At the same time another couple had a tequila slammer on the glass topped table , which broke with tequila and glass going everywhere . The two pot smoking couples , Carol and I were hauled off by the police .
Early the next morning , I sheepishly knocked on the Armstrong's door . She was not impressed , having been kept up by the noise , but listened and inspected the damage . Mr. Armstrong was able to " fix " the police with a phone call ( fortunately this was in the heyday of Queensland corruption ) . He left leaving us to Mrs. Armstrong's " tender mercies " .
We had until 10:30 to clean the place . At this time Marie ( see preferred to be called by her first name ) arrived and made sure that everything was back to normal , except for the table top , for which she had already ordered a replacement .
Now for the consequences , she put on a stern face and said it was time to ring my Mother , well my hung over head and heart fell . Carol and I looked at each other as would a pair of naughty children , we had regressed to age 10 .
" Well young man , young lady , what do you have to say for yourselves ? " These words were the same as Mother would have used and were chilling for me , a subconscious reaction . Carol's face went red , partly in sympathy with me . We were dumbfounded . Marie gave us 15 minutes to think about the " party " and to be at her front door .
Carol was confused about the conversation , she didn't know the spanking code , as used by Mother and Mrs. Armstrong . She had little experience of spanking , except for a little foreplay and the odd smack back and forth in jest . Carol did not believe it when I said that I thought Marie wanted to spank us , she reminded me that we were both over 21 and about to start professional careers .
I always had an idea that Marie had more than a passing interest in my rear end and she knew of Mother's belief in spanking . One of Carol's attributes was her derriere . This possibility was looking more like a probability . We could not see any way out .
I said it was no big deal , a sore bum for a while and it's over . ( I am my Mother's son , after all ! ) Continuing on , I said I was sure that news of the incident would be safe from Mom and Dad . She asked if it would hurt I said yes but that I could help . ( A little warming up and some Panadol beforehand . ) I added that the worst time was the first minute or so , afterwards there was a numbing .
With this preparation , we entered Marie's living room . I opened with the obvious statement that she ( and we ) thought that some penalty was appropriate for our actions , adding that if she would keep her silence with my parents , we would accept her penalty . She agreed and asked for suggestions , at this stage Carol lost her cool and said " Oh , let's get on with it , how are you going to do it ? " . Marie produced a sizable hairbrush and motioned to Carol .
Carol was told to lift her skirt and go across Marie's lap . Her bottom was uncovered and the spanking commenced at full force . My cheeks twitched nervously and Carol was screaming . Marie changed her grip to use a leg lock as Carol's bottom turned to crimson . A minute later it was over . I replaced Carol with jeans lowered and Marie increased the force of the hairbrush's impact on my bottom . She soon had me crying , which continued as I stood alongside Carol for Marie's lecture . We were dispatched back to our unit .
We skipped lunch in favour of repair work , using most of a jar of Skin Repair . Sitting was not possible until dinner , we spent the afternoon in bed . Carol reminded me of my " no big deal , a sore bum for a while and it's over " statement with a hard smack that caused me to almost lift off the bed . Well , at least it was now over .
Late afternoon the next day Marie called in bringing a bottle of champagne , to make sure that there were no hard feelings . We were resigned to the fact that the spankings were deserved , even if on the hard side . Marie said that she had been a little " invigorated " as she was spanking , but she had been under orders . Our spankings were part of the deal with the police , who had thought that Carol had been flippant with them . In the process of teaching her a lesson , Marie felt that my punishment had to be greater as I was more than equally responsible .
She left with our thanks for her discretion in dealing with us . Her final words were that there were types of spanking other than for punishment , saying that we could call on her services at any time . She had a big smile .
Carol and I later married and did , from time to time , take Marie up on her offer , mostly to settle arguments but also to relieve stress with long hand spankings . I think that Dick , her husband , was in on our secret . Otherwise it stayed within the three of us . Mother is still in the dark , we think .
We both , from time to time , got hints that Marie and Dick were no strangers to a smacked bottom and that this also extended to several of their visitors . Occasionally , there was a small amount of noise in the hallway near their door . After a while we could identify what was being used , the swish / crack of a cane and the impact of leather on a bare bottom were the easiest to identify .
