Unconditional Surrender

By DJ Black

Prunella Jane Goldman was 39-years-old and had finally found what she was looking for. Well almost, recent complications were probably going to upset the apple cart. Until recently she had been feeling old and like her young life was over; forty was approaching much too fast for her and no amount of gym-work, tennis and healthy eating was going to stop that. No one would have believed that she had a 20-year-old daughter; she didn’t even believe it.

Then she had met James Cashman, a 48-year-old businessman, author and property developer who had the looks, in the shape of broad shoulders, ridiculously chiselled features and an old favourite of hers:  salt and pepper sandy hair. He was also an unreserved, uncompromising and unashamed bare bottom spanker.

“You seem like a very nice woman,” he said on their first date, “I mean, looks aren’t in it… you look incredible…”

“It is Joanne isn’t it? I know… the whole single mum thing and college-aged kid…” she had sighed.

“God no,” he had laughed, “And don’t put yourself down… it is just that… well I am not a modern man and you seem way too bright and sussed to me. I like my woman on their knees or better still over mine,” he shrugged. This was where he either got the pervert jibe or a come-on from a woman much too young for him who only saw money and who scarpered at first contact.

“Well obviously,” she had countered, “Where else should a girl like me be? Tell me you aren’t one of those men who likes to go through the motions with love pats and a bit of light BDSM are you?”

He had put down his drink and taken another good look at her, “I spank brats on the bare bottom until they beg me to stop…”

“Oh, I trust you don’t stop… what just because they beg?” she had smirked.

“No Prunella I don’t,” he had told her.

“Good, now call me Pru and get me another drink,” she had told him. He hadn’t, no one told James Cashman what to do. He had taken her home and put her in his place.

That had been how they met and things had got much better from there, even if Pru struggled to sit down sometimes. Then there were days like these. The pub was alright, but they had been there a while.

Now it was getting lively now and Pru was getting antsy. Joanne had taken a break from college, or so she said and was coming home. She and James and only had days before they either had to make do in his tiny flat with its very thin walls or work around an overgrown child. They were wasting time here.

“We can go to my place in the country when the decorators are finished with it,” he placated her.

“And what about my job?” she sighed, “And anyway it will be weeks before you can move back in.”

He shrugged, “We can have weekends… meanwhile I will look for a bigger place… a house this time,” he told her.

“That is incredibly expensive and honestly I am under no delusion that I am worth that kind of money. We have only known each other for…” she protested, not wanting to point out that that as a solution would take longer than his decorator.

He put down his pint and reached out to draw his fingers through her long auburn hair. Then he lifted her chin to fix her eyes with his. “That is the kind of talk that gets a girl spanked. I warned you not to put yourself down.”

She blushed and went all gooey. Then she took his hand and kissed it as she leaned in, “Why don’t you take me home and take my pants and trousers down? Then you can put me across your knee and spank my bare bottom until I beg… really beg I mean… Then once I know my place you can make me fetch the hairbrush and really get started.” She breathed though an open mouth and began to squirm on her stool.

“I might just do that,” he growled under his breath.

“After that I might need a second and a third spanking… before you do what you want with me,” she whispered in his ear.

“You think you might need a good seeing to?” he took hold of her hair and twisted it to pull her close.

“Only if I earn it on my knees or… another way first,” she breathed.

“I will make you beg to come,” his steel led voice had a real edge.

“Don’t let me come… punish me, for hours… spank me until I cry and punish me until I can’t sit down…” she was already begging.

They finished their drinks and she crushed into him as they walked the six streets to her semi in the Bolsover Street.

As they came through the door she couldn’t take her arms off him and began tugging at his shirt.

“No,” he hissed seizing her hair and turning her about, “Get those denims and underwear off, just them, nothing else.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He spanked her once hard on the seat of her jeans.

“Yes… Lord and Master,” she grinned, feeling the tingle of a million ants in her pants.

He spanked her again, even harder.

She was panting now… “Yes Sir,” she amended, abandoning all bravado. She was a little scared now… there would be no more cheek or mockery.

She worked at her belt and shucked down her denims and stepped out of them. Her knickers followed. Bare-legged and with her bottom half uncovered by the hem of her shirt she attempted to kiss him again.

He held her off and looked her up and down like she was property. “Go and stand in your corner in the sitting room,” he told her.

Pru smirked and looked back over her shoulder with a predatory look as she obeyed.

“Behave yourself,” he growled.

“Always, I don’t dare do otherwise… I mean I am in for it aren’t I and I haven’t done anything?” her voice was thick and distracted; “If I was really naughty…” she became dizzy at the very idea of what he might do.

He watched as she went to the corner and stood in a meek pose with her hands clasped into the small of her back. There was a hint of bare bottom under the hem of her shirt and he leaned against the door frame to admire her.

“How long do have to stay there?” he asked.

“As long as you say,” she parroted a previously learned lesson. She cast a glance back over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

He tried not to smile and managed warning look that sent her back to face the wall. She aroused now, so aroused that she squirmed slightly enjoying how her upper thighs rubbed together. The anticipation made her breathless.

He kept her squirming and waiting for 10 minutes as he first went to get a hairbrush and then as a belated thought added the medium paddle; a black leather affair that was reinforced with hard wooden panel at the striking surface. He decided he might need it if she was in a defiant mood. Sometimes when she got like this she provoked an escalation that could only be resolved by real punishment.

“Alright, come here,” he told her.

Seemingly reluctantly Pru turned around, she was a study in submission, even chewing her lower lip and bowing her head. He beckoned and she obeyed.

She crawled over his waiting lap and snuggled in. This was where she belonged and she knew it. She felt his hand cup the curves of her rounds, his thumb gently guiding down the cleft between her cheeks, easing them apart slightly. As he reached the prize and squirmed down lower so that her head was ell down and her bare bottom elevated. He cupped her sex and revelled in her wetness before seizing her pubic fur as handle and tugging her into a more advantageous position. His thumb teased the small brown bud above the purse of her sex; promise for the near future.

Then he spanked, hard, fast and very suddenly. She gasped and squirmed in response jerking her bottom up and down to meet potential spanks. There were many.

The spanking was not slow and crafted; it was hard and fast. Over and over, on and on, just the way she needed it. No teasing, no restraint. Just relentless until she thought he was never going to stop.

She made little mewling sounds and humble whining. But she wasn’t going to cry like this, he could spank her for hours and she would squirm into it as the heat was rising and stinging all over her surrendered bare bottom.

James marvelled at how deeply pink her bottom was, a deep sheen of rose populated by thousands of little bumps as the skin tightened. Her moaning and groans were acceptance; he knew the music she was playing. Occasionally in the past her singing had hit a sour note, when she had been struggling. Unless it was during an agreed punishment he always backed off at such times; although afterwards she insisted that he shouldn’t have done. Today there was no need. He spanked and spanked until the palms of his hands were tender; not that that would have deterred him, but his began to feel leaden and were losing their power. A rooky mistake, but sometimes he had to indulge the urge to just go for it.

He stopped and reached for her sex again so that she jerked with a mighty gasp. “Yes,” she hissed, “Don’t stop.”

He went easy, but kept it real and she began to grind into his thighs.

“No you don’t young lady, back to the corner,” he told her.

Pru looked up and around at him in an accusation. She almost blurted, ‘you are kidding,’ but such topping form the bottom was a mortal crime to her. “If I ever do that,” she had told him once, “Whip my arse every day for a week, whip me until I have welts and blisters and bleed a little…” She had been intensely earnest.

“You’re insane,” he had laughed, a little unnerved by her intensity.

“I am a true believer,” she had replied, attempting a lighter note in case he was worried she was actually crazy.

For Pru the corner at this moment was frustrating, but he loved the view. The deep pink stain on her bottom was art in motion.

“I am tired now, maybe we should stop. I think you learned your lesson,” he teased.

She was panting from arousal and the effort of absorbing his hand for what, 20 minutes, 30? If he left her in the corner she would actually die of frustration. His prerogative, she knew and that thought sent her wild. She was his and had to accept or it was not fulfilling.

Pru loved the way her bum was hot and tight. The glow extended inwards and to all the right places.

“You’re tired?” she wasn’t surprised, but she said, “You are such a wimp, I am so glad…”

He pulled her from the corner and she found herself back across his knee. This time he had the brush and she put up a fight.

“What was that?” he asked and spanked her sharply on the bare bottom.

“Ow,” she said, this was going to hurt, “Nothing,” she said, “I mean I think I said you are such a lovely man…”

He spanked again, very hard, but slowly this time. It hurt, really hurt and she knew that at any minute he would let rip and shortly after the tears would flow. Just knowing that made her nearly go pop and she squirmed to get some friction where her thighs met his.

“Oh I am a lovely man am I?” he spanked her again, this time with a will and she yelled.

 “Yes very loveleeee,” she yelped at another impact, her breathing was laboured now. “The neighbours will hear,” she complained,

“I don’t care,” he answered.

Nor did she and thrust her bare bottom at him invitingly.

The onslaught began and her yells became constant until they merged into one primal scream. “Oh my God,” she wailed and twisted in agony as the spanking ignited with a nuclear scolding right where wood met skin.

The spanking, as before was a rain of holy hell as brush seared bottom and she squirmed and clawed in response. He was never going to stop and why should he. Pru began to cry. Next she would beg and he would ignore her.

“You can do anything, you can fuck me up the arse, you can…” her bargaining was predictable, but her surrender unconditional

“Jesus, what the actual fuck?” someone gasped.

Joanne stood there gaping in disbelief. “Mum, are you alright?” he voice was a mix of confusion, shock and something else.

James stopped the spanking and closed his eyes. It could have been worse.

“Joanne,” a surprised Pru was panting hard as if she had just been having sex. Her face was on fire; a nice red to match her bottom, “James is teaching me some manners, so we are kind of busy…”

***

Pru was more amused than horrified. Joanne was puce and did not what to say or where to be. James had absented himself to let the women talk and now they both stood in the kitchen in awkward silence.

“So you caught us at it,” Pru was still mostly undressed, her shirt covering her hips and not much else, so that when she turned to put the kettle on Joanne had a quick flash of her mother half-veiled and all red bottom.

“Caught you at what? Was that… I mean does he…?” Joanne wondered about bleaching her eyes and then other thoughts were racing through her mind that she would much rather not process.

“Does he what? Beat me? Nothing happens I don’t want and that includes a firm hand to my backside now and then when I mess up, old school, and why not?” Pru explained, “But I know you walked in unexpected… why do that anyway? What did you expect to find me knitting? You are not a child.”

“Yes but… where are you feminist principles? I mean…” Joanne was blushing again.

“Oh are these the principles that mean I have to live my life how some Guardian reading prudes say I can or do I get to choose for myself?” Pru countered.

Joanne hugged herself and thought about that and found herself looking at her mother’s state of undress. “What is it like… I mean how… oh never mind, can you at least put something on?” she had so many questions and did not what to ask or if she even wanted to.

“Fair point, I forgot,” Pru said gently. Then she went to get a loose fitting skirt and pulled it on without bothering with her underwear.

When she returned Joanne was sitting at the kitchen table mulling things over. Pru avoided sitting but moved up beside her daughter and smiled reassuringly. “I had an aunt… well you know, Aunt Reenie… she used to spank my cousins Ann and Jane… and if I was staying me too. I was always accepting and… a little intrigued by it all. It seemed to me a better cleaner form of discipline than your grandmother’s; my God all that psychobabble.”

 Joanne laughed, she remembered, a Guardian reader through and through. It could all be a bit pious sometimes she recalled.

“It is a bit hard to work out where sexual interest and genuine disciplinary zeal part company… but guess what? I don’t have to worry about it. Your father was always down on physical punishment and not having been brought up on it, other than half a dozen encounters with Aunt Reenie, I was conflicted. So we used my grandmother’s approach to discipline with you.” Pru explained.

Joanne nodded. “That makes sense, so you have a mix of discipline and the other with James… I get that,” she blushed. “I kind of want to know more and kind of don’t.”

“Think about the part you want to know more about and leave the rest. You can go and ask ChatGPT or something, isn’t that what you do these days.” Pru suggested.

“Hey, you are not that old. I know you use ChatGPT and social media… but yes… I have had thoughts about this stuff, since you must know and … well maybe I could use a kick up the bum sometimes, you are way too soft on me, so I get that bit too…” Joanne blushed yet again and agreed, “It is kind of cool, sorry I over reacted.”

Pru laughed and gave Joanne a hug. As a closing quip before making some tea she said, “I could always put you across my knee when you act up, you are not too old for a good spanking you know.” Nothing was meant by it.

“Oh not you… well I would hope not…” Joanne gasped her eyes wide.

“I was joking,” Pru said.

“I wasn’t…” Joanne let it hang.

Pru frowned and wondered if a proverbial box had been opened and wondered if it could be closed again. “What do you mean?” she asked, choosing to confront rather than avoid the subject as she knew her mother would have done.

“I mean, yes I am not too old for a spanking… I have had thoughts about that for… well forever…” Joanne was in free fall now, her tummy certainly thought so and she wondered if she could ever say it.

“Like mother like daughter I suppose,” Pru wasn’t sure where this was going.

“James could do it… maybe… sometimes… you know if…” Joanne ventured, her face was scarlet and she was all hunched up.

“He would love that,” Pru laughed.

“I’m serious,” Joanne whispered.

“So am I,” Pru laughed.

“Look it is a stupid idea… I haven’t thought it through and…” Joanne cringed, it was stupid and embarrassing and what was she thinking?

“I’ll think about it and maybe I will ask him,” her mother said in that reliable and ‘I have got your back tone.’ “I am proud of you confronting me like this.”

“God, what have I said?” her daughter closed her eyes and continued to cringe.

“Listen though, please,” Pru said in an even more serious tone, “This is not a game for me, for us, so… well there are two issues here aren’t there? First are you serious about being held accountable in this way…  I mean I grounded you last time you were home and you didn’t like it… but my friends were divided. Some said you were technically and adult now I shouldn’t think I can ground you and others were very supportive and told me that they had been even stricter with their daughters.”

“You told your friends that you grounded me,” Joanne gaped, all colour drained from her face.

“Exactly my point isn’t it… once the discipline genie is out of the bottle you don’t get to decide where it lands,” Pru said, “Which brings me to my second point, James might not be up for it… I can see that too. Sure he would the love the idea, but not necessarily the reality; think about it from his point of view, from mine.”

Joanne was and she blushed again. She didn’t want to decide, that was her whole point, not that she had made it, she knew that. It was so hard to talk about.

“Let me be blunt,” Pru said, “You have to make up your mind about this and then see where it falls. You can’t make conditions about it. If James agrees and I agree that is one thing, but you have to get off the fence first.”

“Why? I mean I think…” Joanne countered but even as she spoke she saw her mother’s point. “It has to be discipline and not… well a libido thing, doesn’t it?”

“Think about it, or maybe just let it drop, I am not going to mention it again… up to you,” Pru hugged her, “Let’s have tea.”

***

It was a week or so later and although Pru had said nothing to Joanne, she did mention it to James, who had been highly amused.

“I wouldn’t let me touch that with a barge pole if I were you,” he had leered.

“I don’t know,” Pru had replied, “It kind of appeals to me.”

“She was just surprised at seeing us like that and maybe a little bit… moved,” he winked, “I bet she won’t mention it again. I know I probably wouldn’t have at her age.”

“Maybe,” Pru had shrugged, “But you were a boy at her age, Joanne is a woman who knows what she wants… I wonder.”

James and Pru had talked about it off on for days before agreeing to make a proposition if Joanne ever brought the subject up again. She did. Now here they were.

Pru gathered up the tea tray from the coffee table and took them out to the kitchen while James followed. Joanne was facing the one bare wall in the kitchen dressed in just a T-shirt. Her hands were on her head so that the hem of the shirt was raised off her hips to expose her naked behind.

She was blushing of course and intensely conscious of the air tickling her bare skin. Worse still her position by the kitchen back door was overlooked through the window that led to the garden. Parcels were dropped off there randomly and family friends and all manner of casual visitors knew to come to the back door. It was where the Waitrose delivery was dropped off for God’s sake.

Standing where she was standing there was a very real risk of being seen. Joanne’s tummy butterflies became more active as she thought this over. Her mother had made it clear that just as she did not think discussing grounding her with close trusted friends was unusual, she would definitely discuss spanking her 20-year-old daughter so Joanne had better get used to it.

That had been part of the deal when she raised spanking as an issue with her mother two days before. The rest had been just as shocking.

“You have to think about this,” Pru had responded when Joanne had raised the topic.

“That was where we finished this last time, do you think I haven’t been,” Joanne answered. She had been thinking of nothing else. “Did you even talk to James?”

“We talked it over,” Pru had sighed.

“Well?” Joanne held her breath; her heart was suddenly pounding.

“Okay here is the deal,” Pru had said, “We talked about it… James was worried he might enjoy it too much but… well he doesn’t understand women sometimes. I thought about it too… so…”

Joanne was visibly agitated at her mother’s stalling. She nodded anxiously and threw out her arms in supplication.

“Here is the thing, you live under my roof and you are my dependent. You are even under 21, which old school tradition means… well you get it. James stomps up a lot of cash… the new kitchen, the gardener, the house keeper, even our cars… so I owe him and he is my man even if he doesn’t live here… at the moment,” the usually irreverent jokey Pru sounded deadly serious. “I actually believe in this stuff… I do, so forget the sex part…”

“Yes, Mum, what did you decide?” Joanne was getting annoyed.

“Less attitude young lady,” Pru said. She had never said anything like that to Joanne in her life.

“Sorry,” Joanne responded. She almost never apologised.

“If you want this… then you surrender unconditionally to the house rules… my rules and above all James’s rules. No cherry picking, no I will do this but not that… and no going back. If you agree you will either abide by this while under this roof or you can move out. That was my rule not James… he will help you find a flat so… anyway… you will always have a choice, that was his condition.” Pru finally said.

“And…” Joanne was ready to explode.

“What?” Pru was being scatty again.

“Well… will he spank me or… how will it all… you know… work?” Joanne was bursting now.

“Right, yes,” Pru got back on track, “Nothing hard and fast has been decided to start with and we will see how it goes… but if you mess up or need it… if I think you need it… James will spank you if he is about. If not I will spank you, no ifs or buts… sometimes you might have to wait… I am talking bare bottom spanking… real tears maybe… probably, and corner time. If I ground you, you are grounded… I don’t care who knows… from now on we are an out and proud spanking family…”

Joanne was dizzy and was finding it hard to breath. “Okay… I see…” she was blushing, “Is this crazy?”

“Oh totally,” Pru said, “We should forget the whole thing… God I need a drink.”

“This is real isn’t it?” Joanne had an embarrassed smile.

“You have been thinking about this kind of thing since before you walked in on us haven’t you?” Pru said.

Joanne nodded.

“Well? What do you think?” her mother said.

“I think I need a drink too,” Joanne was gasping as she grinned, then she nodded emphatically, “Game on… I think.”

That was how Joanne found herself half naked and facing the wall in the kitchen.

Pru began washing up as James walked in.

“Is that how you usually talk to your mother?” James said.

“No,” Joanne sounded sullen.

“No what?” James growled.

“No Sir,” Joanne amended.

“It often is,” Pru put in, “Just saying.”

Joanne had been nervous following their decision and she had been tetchy and unsettled. There had been a stupid conversation before breakfast and Joanne had snapped at Pru. Then she had been sarky and grumpy about being asked to wash-up. Being used to it, Pru had let it go. James hadn’t.

Joanne had been told to undress and go to the corner after she had done the washing up and had been there ever since.

“Have you had time to think about your behaviour?” James said.

“Yes Sir,” Joanne sounded very meek, she had stood there for almost an hour.

“I think you deserve a spanking. Don’t you?” James voice sounded sharp.

Joanne nodded. Her face was on fire. She could feel it against the kitchen wall where her nose touched.

“Answer me,” James ordered.

“Yes Sir,” Joanne gulped.

Joanne’s heart was racing, this was really real. How did she feel? Embarrassed, yes, but in that warm fuzzy way in her tummy. Her blushes were real, but it was kind of all over, like she was more alive. There was a tingle where there shouldn’t be and she could smell her own arousal. Why wasn’t she ashamed? Could he tell?

“Come here,” he said,

Pru shifted uneasily and didn’t know what she thought now. It was odd seeing James spank someone else although she had had fantasies. But this wasn’t about that and she wanted that out of her head. But it was a thought not a feeling… no she wasn’t enjoying this… was she? No. Not yet at any rate. Deal with it if you do Prunella, be honest.

James led Joanne meekly by the arm into the lounge. She half climbed and half fell across his lap, feeling his hard muscular thighs pressing into hers. Her bare bottom elevated, she felt vulnerable and she liked it. Still she was nervous and embarrassed and…

“I don’t want you to talk to your mother like that, is that understood?” James said sharply.

“Yes Sir,” Joanne liked the words on her tongue. She was ceding authority and took away her responsibility, “I’m sorry.”

“You wanted this and you shall have it, no going back, do you understand?” James said.

“Yes Sir,” it was barely a breath, she nodded for emphasis.

“No more attitude; is that understood or you and I will be having this conversation again. Trust me this is going to be mild introduction compared to what could happen.

“Yes Sir… eh, no Sir,” Joanne felt about six, “No more attitude, go it.” That sounded like attitude, “Sorry I mean…”

James’s hand smacked her bare bottom and it stung.

“Oh,” Joanne said and marvelled at the singing hand print across both cheeks. It hurt but felt nice. Strangely she wished it had hurt more.

He spanked her again, this time lower and she gasped.

The hand print sang and sizzled, especially where it overlapped the first spank. It was harder too. There were more, one spank followed the next, quite slowly, but covering the whole of her bottom with zinging sheets clinging to her curves, under, over and around.

Joanne squirmed and slowly pumped her legs so that her bottom was animated under the spanking. Slowly it turned deep pink and lowly it began to burn more than just sting. Imperceptibly it got harder and faster too and at some point she had started making small grunts on impact and allowed her breathing to get louder and faster.

Her hands were clasped in front of her and a couple of times she had started to reach back with her right hand and stopped herself. However, this got to be more of a challenge and she began to struggle a little under his spanking hand.

“Feeling it yet? James said.

“Yes Sir,” she panted.

Her bottom was an all over red now and properly stinging.

Pru moved closer and regarded the spanking dispassionately, or tried to. There was an art to it and she was reminded of a painting she had seen of a mother spanking a bare bottom slowly turning an artistic red. It might have been a boy, she didn’t recall.

James was spanking quite furiously now, what had begun as a low methodical spanking at one slap every two or three seconds was now too fats to count. Joanne reacted to it too making pained sounds and now reaching back to guard her bottom. James seized her hand by the wrist and carried on.

“Ahhh,” Joanne cried out and then after some strained animation of her face began to call out pretty continuously.

Her bottom was on fire and she was yelling and gasping like a landed fish out of water. She had enjoyed it at first but this was becoming a struggle.

“Are you going to give us any more of your attitude?” James demanded.

“No,” Joanne responded frantically.

“You will do the dishes if you are told, understand?” Janes told her.

“Yes,” she forgot the ‘sir,’ she was losing all sense of everything but the point of impact between hand and bare bottom.

“You will do any jobs you are set, do you understand?” James scolded her.

“Y-yeah-esss,” Joanne was on the edge of tears now and began to really struggle.

“Are you learning your lesson?” James asked.

Learning? As in ongoing, as in not stopping, “Yes,” Joanne shrieked and then she began to break to tears.

James’s hand was spanking down hard and very fast now, his arm almost a blur and Joanne’s bottom a dark red; stark against her lower back and white legs.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” Joanne wailed unprompted.

James glanced at Pru who was transfixed. She had no intention of intervening in her daughter’s spanking, it was her first after all and it would be hers forever; her own personal treasure. Pru knew from experience.

The spanking stopped suddenly. James was breathing heavily, but not as vigorously as Joanne who was sobbing now.

“You can go to the corner in here,” James said, but his hand affectionately squeezed her shoulder.

Joanne welcomed the touch, it meant she wasn’t hated and it brought her back to herself. Her bottom blazed right on the edge of bearable and unbearable.

“I am sorry Mum,” she sniffed, casting a shame-faced glance at Pru,

Pru smiled encouragingly and to Joanne it suddenly all felt clean and more like home than ever before.

The corner accepted her like the hand of God and she felt safe. They could see her bare bum, how red it must be and it was so embarrassing. Mum would tell her friends and she felt her tummy churn. It was a fuzzy nice embarrassment that made her feel all clean and punished. Her bottom really burned and she wanted to rub it. But it started to feel nicer than it felt nasty and she started to enjoy the feeling again. Well sort of.

“You can stay there for about an hour I think,” James said, “But I will let your mother decide. Do you hear me?”

“Yes Sir,” Joanne said and bit her lip, “Sorry Mum,” she added.

Pru was unaccountably smiling and went to James to hug him. “I am so fucking wicked,” she whispered to him, “I think I enjoyed that.”

James hoped he hadn’t unleashed a monster, but maybe he didn’t. He caught Pru’s eye and nodded reassuringly. Then he took one last look at Joanne’s very red and very bare bottom where it was exposed under her T-shirt, the hem having bene lifted by her putting hands on her head. Something he hadn’t told her to do.

“She is a natural, like her mother,” he said and then left them to it.

About 20 minutes later there were voices in the kitchen and Joanne recognised Penelope from the village one of her mother’s coffee morning buddies.

“Oh, God, oh god, oh god,” he muttered under her breath. She had been warned. The embarrassment quota surged and no one had even seen her yet. She strained to listen for any mention of ‘spanked’ or ‘Joanne’ or anything else to suggest her mother might be milking it. It was another 10 minutes of free fall panic before she guessed that they were drinking coffee in the kitchen… where she had been less than an hour ago.

This was a whole new life and she knew it was only a matter of time before she was outted. She only wished she wasn’t quite so aroused.