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A Teenage Tale of Love and Spanking, Part 8 – Changing of the Guard

It’s been a year since I wrote Part 7 of this series. This is the story of teenage lovers Kate and Judy and it continues with this chapter focussing on Kate and her mother, Ruth.


I really needed to have words with my mum. I knew that, but wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it; it was a very sensitive subject. I couldn’t ignore it forever though and knew I should just get on with it. So, taking a deep breath, I trooped downstairs to the dining room where Mum was finishing off some ironing.

“Mum, can we have a chat?”

“Yes, darling, of course.”

“It’s about Judy…”


The way she said it made me realise she knew exactly what I wanted to discuss. She looked guilty and for the first time, I was genuinely angry with her.

“Judy told me an interesting story. She told me that — that you, um, spanked her…?”

The room went quiet.

“Yes, I did. I’m sorry, Kate – but she did ask me,” she said defensively.

My mother looked ashamed. So she should! I thought angrily.

“And did she also ask you to ‘help her out’? To make her cum? She’s my girlfriend, Mum! my girlfriend! You touched her where you had no right! What were you thinking?” The tone of my voice was changing; the anger that I’d been repressing coming out. I’d never spoken to my mother this way before. I wouldn’t dare; it would earn me a severe spanking myself; not something to be relished. Well, not in my case, anyway.

“God — I’m so sorry Kate. I didn’t mean to. It just – it just kind of happened.”

More than anything, she sounded so contrite. She clearly wasn’t upset with my tone towards her at all. If anything, it sounded like she was expecting it.

“I’m disappointed, Mum. I don’t really know else what to say.”

She came over to me and put her arms around me — looking for forgiveness, I suppose. I was tempted to shrug her off but didn’t think it would help anything.

“Kate, you’ve changed — you’ve grown into such a big, strong girl over the last year. You’re so much more mature and capable, and you take such good care of Judy.”

“Yes, I know. I care for her a lot — I love her, Mum. You should know that.”

“Yes, I do know; I can see that. You’re like two halves of the same person.”

“Then why did you do what you did?” My ire was bubbling to the surface again. “If the roles were reversed, and I’d done something so thoughtless, I’m pretty sure you’d have given me a good spanking, Mum.”

She went very still. “Yes, I would have,” she whispered.

I found I couldn’t hide my annoyance — my anger — and I blurted out the next sentence without thinking. “But it’s you who should be spanked, isn’t it Mum?”

I glared at her. Give her her due; she couldn’t meet my eyes and looked down. She looked so remorseful. When she finally spoke, she was so quiet I could hardly hear her.

“Yes, you’re right. I should.” My eyes went wide as I heard her soft words. Heard them, but couldn’t quite believe them. Couldn’t believe she was agreeing with me — acquiescing almost.

“God, Kate. You’ve blossomed into such an adult during the last few months. I feel — I feel as if you’re the grown-up now. That — that you should be the one in — in charge.

She was struggling to get the unbelievable words out. I could see that; could see the internal conflict, the tears forming in her eyes. For a moment, I felt truly sorry for her. But I determined to keep my resolve until the issue was settled.

There was an uncomfortable pause as we both considered her words. Finally, she looked up again and met my eyes. When she spoke again, she asked the question we both wanted an answer to.

“What are we going to do to resolve this then, Kate?”

“What do you mean?” I said guardedly.

“Well —this is something that needs to be sorted out, isn’t it. We need to clear the air between us. We always do, don’t we? Only — only this time it’s me who should be disciplined. You said so yourself. So I was thinking. Maybe – maybe it should be you…” she swallowed. “You, who disciplines me.”

I frowned. I wasn’t quite getting it. I mean I was, but I couldn’t really absorb what she was implying.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

She folded her hands submissively across her front.

“I – I think maybe I am…”

I took a deep breath.

“You don’t sound too sure. Just to clarify, you’re suggesting that spank you as punishment for what you did with Judy?”

Very shyly, my mother nodded. She was looking incredibly vulnerable and I watched as a deep blush started to creep up her face.

I hadn’t thought about this before — not seriously. I mean, I was angry enough to do it, but never for a moment thought it would be an option. But here was my mum, suggesting I spank her for what she’d done.

Surely that was wrong?

But a small part of me said do it!

I was aware that I’d been hesitating for what seemed like forever. My mum hadn’t moved. She was just patiently waiting. Waiting for my decision, I realised. She really meant it. She was giving me the authority to discipline her for what she’d done. I took a deep breath.

“Right, Mum. If that’s what you want, I’m going to do it. I’m going to spank you! What do you say to that?” It was half question, half challenge. I still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I was sure this would have her protesting. But I’d misjudged her.

“Alright, Kate. I wouldn’t say it’s what I want — not really. But — but I know I deserve it and I leave the decision up to you.”

Christ! She really did mean it! I was still a little bit in shock, but didn’t want her to see it.

“Yes, you do deserve it,” I said decisively. I paused for a brief moment, reflecting. “And I think it should be on your bare bottom, too,” I said determinedly.

All she did was nod as if that was only to be expected — as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

But it wasn’t normal — to me, this role reversal was the most unusual thing in the world. I couldn’t back out now though. I would have to go through with it.


Mrs Milton

As she said the words bare bottom, I felt a weird thrill go through me. My daughter was going to spank me. I knew I deserved it. And I was going to let her! More than that, I had suggested it, encouraged her, even.

Why had I done that? Because you deserve it, I told myself. And because, deep down, you know you want to be spanked. Yes —I knew I had just lied to Kate. I did want to be spanked. And who better to spank you than your own daughter? She’s developed into a strong, decisive young woman. Admit it — you want to bend over her powerful thighs and have your bare bottom spanked by her. You want to feel what it’s like to be on the receiving end; you’ve dished out numerous spankings but now it’s your turn to be helpless over someone’s lap. That’s what you really want; that’s why you’re doing this.

It was a punishment, I knew. I deserved to be disciplined. But at the same time, I felt a strange excitement. I knew Judy got off on being spanked. Maybe I was the same? Maybe there was a repressed side of me that, seeing Judy’s reactions, had only recently allowed me to realise what I wanted; what I needed!

The relationship between Kate and myself had evolved. Kate had become such a responsible person since she met Judy – she was the one who made sensible choices. I felt like I was handing over the baton and that in the future she was the one who was going to make the decisions — particularly with regards to discipline. It felt right to give her the power.

And all I felt was a sense of relief; as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

My reverie was broken by my daughter’s voice.

“Go and fetch your hairbrush, Mum,” Kate said quietly.

The words brought me sharply back to the present. She was really going to do it! Was I ready for this? What should I do? I should do what I was told, that’s what. And I should do it without complaint.

So that’s what I did. Submissively, I went upstairs to my bedroom. When I picked up the hairbrush from the dressing table and looked at my reflection, I recalled with shame how so very recently I had used it on myself; how I had spanked my own bare bottom in front of this very mirror.

I’d experienced the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Is that really something you should be ashamed of? Was it wrong? Surely not?

Well, this time it was going to be very different. I wouldn’t be in control. And that was what you wanted, wasn’t it? I had a very funny feeling in my tummy and I knew that my pussy was wet thinking about it.

When I returned to the lounge I saw that Kate had placed one of the dining chairs in the middle of the room.

“I think it should be just the same,” she said. “A proper punishment; you will be spanked on your bare bottom, whilst bent over my lap. Firstly with my hand, and then with the hairbrush. Do you understand?”

I nodded. If anything, I was sure my pussy had just become even wetter.

“Hand me the brush then, and get your skirt and knickers off.”

I did as she said. I still couldn’t believe I was really doing this — doing what my nineteen-year-old daughter was ordering me to do. Or that, in a perverse sort of way, I was excited by it. Of course, I was also dreading it. Kate was an athlete — strong and fit. It would no doubt be very painful — which, I acknowledged, was the point. But it wasn’t just that. This was a monumental change in the relationship between us. I was guessing that, from now on, everything would be different. It wouldn’t be able to go back to how it was. I was tacitly giving my daughter the authority to be in charge; to be the disciplinarian in the future as well. Inwardly, I gulped. Was this the right thing to do? The right decision? Probably too late for second thoughts now…

Aware that this next specific act — baring myself at her order — was almost certainly the step that would take us over the line of no return, I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was conscious of my heavier flanks compared to my daughter’s strong legs. Then I slid my panties down my thighs and over my black shoes.

Embarrassed, I covered my pussy with my hands.

“No!” Kate said gently. “Hands away — you know that’s part of the punishment. And take off your blouse and bra whilst you’re at it.”

Stifling a sob, I silently removed my top and unhooked my bra. Now all I was wearing was my shoes. Blushing furiously, I dropped my hands to my side exposing my sagging breasts and hairy mound. My daughter hadn’t seen me naked for a long time. I had only ever spanked her nude when I was really angry with her. And not at all in the last couple of years. I think she was making a point. But remember — you wanted this! said the little voice inside me.

Did I?

Kate motioned to me and I stepped towards her seated figure. She looks so severe, so — determined! I bent over her strong thighs and placed my hands on the floor; God I felt vulnerable! My daughter’s hand brushed my waiting bottom.

I almost moaned at the sensitive touch and only just managed to stop myself.



I hadn’t seen my mum like this since — since I couldn’t remember. We weren’t a prudish family; nudity was pretty natural — we just didn’t flaunt it.

There was no doubt my mum was fast approaching middle age. She had an extra few pounds on her and her tits were definitely sagging a little bit. The thatch of pubic hair she had sought to hide was nothing to be ashamed about though. It was womanly and oddly appealing.

Was this how I would look when I was her age? I wouldn’t be unhappy about that.

I couldn’t comprehend that my mother was now bent over my lap. Her bottom was bigger than Judy’s, but not flabby at all. And that thatch of unruly dark hair was peeping at me from between the tops of her thighs.

Why was I thinking those things? Seeing it made me very aware of what was going on between my own legs. Was that wetness I could feel?

Get a grip, Kate! I needed to concentrate on the matter in hand. I was going to punish my mother. I had such a mixed range of feelings inside me; a sense of anticipation, yes, and a sense of power.

But there was something else, too. I was experiencing an unusual sense of excitement; something I only felt when I spanked Judy. Surely that wasn’t right, was it?

Slightly confused, I straightened my shoulders. I lay my hand on my mother’s buttocks and stroked the skin — a habit I’d got into when I spanked Judy. Such an intimate act, I thought. And very erotic, too.

Get on with it! 

Purposely, I began to spank her.

Smack, smack, smack!

Not too hard at first; medium slaps that pleasingly wobbled the flesh of my mother’s buttocks.

Smack, smack, smack!

Nevertheless, the bottom beneath quickly started to turn a nice shade of pink all over as the palm of my hand automatically sought maximum coverage.

Smack, smack, smack!

I began to increase the severity of the blows as I warmed to the task and below me, my mother started to wriggle and make gasping noises as the pink started to turn to a deeper red.

Smack, smack, smack!

The wriggling became more pronounced, her movements making it difficult to keep up any kind of rhythm.

“Stop it,” I commanded, “or I will spank you a lot harder!”

The squirming stopped. She knew it was not acceptable. She never allowed it.

Smack, smack, smack!


Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

Was that a request to stop, or a request to spank her harder? Was she enjoying this? Was she like Judy, and WANTED her bottom spanked?

Whatever; she wasn’t getting away with it that easily! I increased the pace of my hand.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

After a good few minutes my mother’s bottom was glowing. I paused for a moment. God, I was hot! Why was my clit throbbing like that? I gritted my teeth. Now wasn’t the time to be getting excited. Get on with it!

It was time to move on to the serious part of her punishment. Almost with reverence, I picked up the large, flat-backed hairbrush that belonged to my mother. The exact one that she had so often used on my own backside! The one that had been bought just for this purpose!

It was a serious implement and wasn’t to be used lightly.

But this was a serious punishment, remember! Both earned, and asked for. Deliberately, I rubbed the back of the brush over the buttocks in front of me — just as my mother used to do — and there was an immediate reaction. My mum stilled. She knew what was coming…

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

I started to spank her methodically with the fearsome hairbrush, alternating cheeks. There was an instant change in response. My mum’s legs stiffened at the first blow and she yelped in sudden shock.

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

Now my mother was finally getting the spanking she deserved.

Splat, splat, splat, splat! 
Splat, splat, splat, splat!

And from the indignant, protesting yells coming from beneath me, I knew my mother could feel it too; could feel each and every wallop.

Splat, splat, splat, splat! 
Splat, splat, splat, splat!

As I continued spanking my mother with the hairbrush, I realised I was starting to get the same feelings as when I spanked Judy. I was getting turned on…

Splat, splat, splat, splat! 
Splat, splat, splat, splat!

I couldn’t help but see my mum’s prominent pussy lips revealing themselves between her thighs as she once more jiggled and writhed on my lap; they were covered in a sticky sheen of moisture and the surrounding pubic hair was damp, betraying her hidden desires. A small part of me wanted to stroke those lips with my fingers, to press them inside her…

God, I was getting seriously excited! What was happening to me…?

Was this what my mum had felt when she spanked Judy? I was starting to understand how difficult it might have been for her. The sight of Judy’s bare bottom and thighs over my lap, damp pussy visible, always had my cunny juices soaking into my cotton knickers. And now the same thing was happening with your mother’s bottom bent over your thighs!

I couldn’t allow myself to have these feelings or show any sympathy though. Pressing my lips together, I started to spank even harder with the brush, paying belated attention to the tops of her thighs as well — always a favourite target area when she was delivering the punishment. Her entire bottom was a deep red now — except in the middle of each buttock, where the centre-point was a sizzling white surrounded by a swollen purple halo.

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

“Arghhh — please — please, Kate! Please stop — I beg you!” she cried, sobbing. “I w — won’t ever do it again! I pro — promise!”

Splat, splat, splat, splat! 
Splat, splat, splat, splat!

“You know it was wrong, don’t you, Mum?”

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

“Yes! Yes!” she shrieked, genuinely contrite. She wasn’t enjoying this bit of her punishment at all, which was how it should be!

I finally relented, thinking I had given her a spanking at least as hard as she had ever given me. Maybe harder, I thought ruefully. I looked down at my handiwork as my mother continued to sob over my lap. Her bottom and thighs were swollen and bruised over the entire surface area.

Despite the situation — or perhaps because of it — I was breathing heavily, and the sight of my mother’s well-punished buttocks gave me a feeling of satisfaction that went some way to alleviating my anger and disappointment in her.

You’ve definitely spanked her harder than you ever spanked Judy.

Yes, I had. I acknowledged that. I’d given her a truly good hiding; perhaps more than necessary.

Why was that?

Because she deserved it!

Is that the only reason?

Guiltily, I accepted it wasn’t. I realised I was trying to distract myself from the fact that the whole thing had turned me on; that the sight of my mother’s punished buttocks still turned me on…

I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands on the bottom in front of me — the heat coming off them was intense; she literally wouldn’t be able to sit down for days — then I pushed my mother’s buttocks apart, revealing her most intimate places.

I stifled an excited groan at the sight. I have to get out of here! Now! I recognised my desire; my need. It was immediate, and I had to deal with it in private before it led me too far astray…


Mrs Milton

My bottom on fire, I lay sobbing over Kate’s lap in pieces. Christ, that had been severe! Had I ever spanked her as hard as that? I wasn’t sure. You know that you deserved it though, don’t you? Yes, indeed I did. I still wasn’t able to see through my tears. I had been well and truly thrashed by my daughter and it was definitely a punishment I would never forget.

I felt Kate’s hands resting on my buttocks. They were so cool compared to the fire she had lit in my bottom. Then, taken completely by surprise, I felt my buttocks being parted…

I froze. My pussy and arsehole were on full display! Silently, I

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