Tammy, who was twenty-four, walked into the living room and smiled at her younger sister, Amber, who was twenty. Amber was seated on the sofa and was reading.
Tammy loved to dress more like a teenager than a woman in her mid-twenties and was wearing a tight, low-cut vest top, showing off her bare arms, cleavage, and midriff. She also had on a very short skirt, so showing off her bare legs. She was slim, with long, dark hair that flowed over her shoulders. She didn’t have curvaceous breasts, but was very happy with her figure. She knew from the glances she got whenever she went out dressed like that,
Amber dressed in clothes more suited to her age, and today was in a sleeveless dress, also low-cut, with a hem halfway up her thighs. She also turned heads when she went out dressed like that and also had long, dark hair.
Tammy was a rising star when at work, but was more submissive when at home. She even had teenage-type tantrums. Being submissive, she did as she was told to by her mum, and, because of that, often did more of the house chores than Amber had to do.
Amber was a top student at college and had the edge on Tammy when at home. In fact, Tammy happily did the things that Amber asked her to do around the house, even agreeing to do her chores for her. Amber also had a tone of voice that made people listen to her.
Whilst the girls got on well, most of the time, they did wind each other up from time to time and told their mum about something wrong her sister had done. Their mum encouraged it and said it was acting responsibly to do so. It hadn’t happened for a while, though, and one sister just scolded the other sister, usually Amber scolding Tammy, and left it there.
Tammy and Amber knew they had enjoyed the last week, as their parents had gone away to the coast. Their dad was a workaholic and was rarely home from work before eight o’clock, but their mum could be a real pain in the neck, as she had always been a helicopter mum. She was always insisting on knowing what both girls were up to, who they were going to see, and even who they were exchanging messages with on their phones. They both knew things would get back to normal this evening when their parents came home. At least. their mum would be home, but their dad had to go straight to a friend’s house to take part in an evening of playing cards, which their mum didn’t enjoy and just left their dad to it.
Tammy and Amber had had many conversations between themselves about how they felt they couldn’t breathe or even think without their mum demanding to know what they were doing. Amber took the stance that, whilst they could have done with more freedom from their mum, she did make sure they did what was right. Tammy wasn’t quite so sure but understood Amber’s viewpoint.
As Tammy walked into the living room, she saw that Amber had a glass of white wine, and asked, “Hey, sis, where is the bottle?”
Amber continued reading and didn’t look up, but replied, “In the fridge.”
Tammy went into the kitchen, took the bottle out of the fridge, poured herself a glass, put the bottle back in the fridge, and went back into the living room. As she sat down on the sofa at the far end from her sister, so there was one cushion between them, she took a couple of sips which, for her right then, was to give her dutch courage.
After a few more sips, Tammy turned to Amber and asked, trying to sound light-hearted, “Did you see the newspaper article where a mum spanked her daughter who was twenty-four?”
Amber kept reading but replied, “Yes, I did. Pretty stupid of the mum, and equally stupid of the daughter to just accept it.”
Tammy asked, “Why stupid if that was the best punishment for the daughter?”
Amber replied sarcastically, “How can spanking be the best punishment for anyone? Our mum only ever has ‘adult’ discussions about our behaviour, and we have turned out okay. We might want her to stop doing that now, but it shows she loves us and wants the best for us.”
Tammy wanted to ask Amber whether she thought they should ask their mum to spank them instead of the boring discussions, but, in view of Amber’s very sharp retort, she decided against it.
Tammy knew that Amber was right that their mum did only have their best interests at heart. Mind you, she hated having the long, often one-sided, discussions, with her mum that were all about guiding them. They always took such a long time as well, as though their mum saw it was wearing them down, so they always ended up agreeing with her. Tammy knew she always agreed straight away, but that never seemed to shorten the discussion. She also knew she had to pay attention because if her mum asked her a question, which she always did at some time during the discussion, and if she didn’t give an answer straight away, her mum thought she wasn’t listening and went off at a tangent for several minutes, pointing out she really had to pay attention.
Then, one day, a couple of months ago, she overheard two women talking in the coffee shop, about how they both still spanked their daughters, and to her surprise, Tammy heard both women said their daughters were nineteen. Oh my goodness, Tammy had thought at the time. Still spanked at nineteen. She wondered what the two daughters must have thought about that, and smiled to herself thinking that they would probably have preferred a long-winded one-way discussion with her mum, rather than being spanked by their mums.
Later that evening, as Tammy was walking back from her friend’s house, constantly checking her watch to make sure she would get home before the curfew her mum had set her, she started to wonder whether a spanking might be better. She knew it was unlikely to be easier, as she supposed a spanking would leave her with a stinging bottom for ages afterwards. On the other hand, she could get on with other things, so even a spanking that lasted fifteen minutes would be far quicker than the thirty or forty-minute discussions her mum would force her to have.
That wasn’t the last time Tammy thought about being spanked. Far from it. Whenever she had to sit and be talked to by her mum, her mind would wander, and she kept thinking how a spanking would be better than listening to her mum, agreeing with her even when she didn’t, and just wanted the discussion to be over. Thirty or forty minutes always felt like a lifetime then.
During yet another one-way discussion, Tammy again recalled the discussion she had overheard in the coffee shop, and, trying hard to keep paying attention to her mum, her mind did wander, and she found herself looking at her mum’s lap, picturing herself with her bare bottom perched on her mum’s perhaps bare thighs, and her mum was spanking her really hard. She again wondered whether that would be easier to deal with than the one-way discussion. Tammy started to look at her mum’s bare arms and pictured them being raised up, and then spanked down on her bare bottom. Not just once, of course, but dozens and dozens of times.
As she tried hard to keep listening to her mum, Tammy was questioning herself on whether being twenty-four was too old to be spanked. Clearly, nineteen wasn’t too old, given what she had overheard at the coffee shop. Tammy was even dressed like a girl of nineteen. So, what would her mum say if she asked her to spank her? Would she scoff at her and say she was too old? Would she immediately agree and spank her there and then? Would she agree to spank her, then spank her for fifteen minutes or so, but then continue the one-way discussion afterwards? If her mum did spank her, would she insist on spanking her each time? If that happened, would she insist on spanking Amber as well, given she was younger than her? There were so many options and possibilities, so asking her mum had its very real dangers, not just for her but for Amber as well.
What happened next was a real shock. Tammy heard her mum ask, “Anything to say so far, Tammy?”
Tammy thought that she had been listening to almost every word, but was less focused than usual, as she had been thinking about being spanked instead. So, when her mum asked such an open question, Tammy replied, “Why have you never spanked us, mum?”
Tammy froze when she realised what she had said, and focused on the fact that she had used the word, ‘We,’ so including her sister in the question. She was going to say that she was joking, but before she could, her mum did scoff, and in a stern tone replied, “Take the discussion seriously, Tammy. If you don’t have anything serious to ask, then just say so.”
On the one hand, Tammy was thankful for the reply because it let Amber off the hook, but on the other hand, she wondered if she should press her mum. After all, whilst she may have asked the question without thinking, there was a strong argument to say that holding the threat of a spanking over her would probably make her obey her mum each time, whereas, whilst the one-way discussion was tedious, it didn’t make her stop and think every time.
So, Tammy pressed her mum with, “I’m serious, mum, at least I would like to know why you never spanked me.” Tammy made a point of restricting the comment to just her.
Her mum did look more intensely at Tammy, as though actually taking it as a serious question. Tammy could see that her mum was even thinking about what to say, although wasn’t sure that she would answer the question or insist on moving on. In the event, her mum said, “A spanking would be just me punishing you but without properly making you understand what you have done wrong. My way, I explain it to you and I keep going until I am happy that you do understand.”
Tammy didn’t mean to say what she was thinking again out loud, but did, as she said, “Yes, mum, but I know that, and well before you have finished explaining it to me, as you do go on and on.” Tammy blushed as she realised she had spoken that out loud.
Her mum was almost smirking as she replied, “Good try, Tammy, but whilst you say you understand almost as soon as I start, I do keep going until I am happy you understand, and don’t just say that you do.”
Tammy wondered whether the smirk was really her mum just making fun of her. If she was, then that would be really annoying.
As Tammy was thinking these thoughts, her mum said, “Anyway, Tammy, you might dress as though you are the age of a girl who could be spanked, but the reality is, that you are far too old to be spanked.”
That got Tammy even more annoyed, and she just blurted out, “No one is too old to be spanked, mum. I think you would also find my behaviour would improve no end if you did spank me.”
Once again, though, her mum scoffed at the comment, and in quite a wearisome tone, said, “This needs to be a serious discussion, Tammy. Enough of the games, and let me make sure you do understand exactly what you have done wrong.”
Tammy, couldn’t stop herself and replied, “Actually, mum, I would probably understand even better if you gave me a spanking.”
Tammy was so anxious to have her mum spank her rather than these tedious discussions, that she didn’t realise just how rude she was sounding. However, she could see that her mum was really cross now when she heard her snap, “I can do better than that, Tammy. Go to your bedroom and stay there until I call you back downstairs. Think over very carefully how you’ve been so rude to me. Then, when you come back downstairs, we will start this discussion over again. Nothing about spanking from you, though, because if you start that again, I will send you back to your room, and, later on, call you back down to start the discussion yet again. I hope that is understood. Go to your room, now.”
Tammy remembered how she had to stay in her room for half an hour before her mum called her back downstairs. Whilst in her bedroom, she certainly did think over how rude she had been. Whilst she still thought that that should have earned her a spanking, her mum was clearly never going to do that. She did think that, when she got back downstairs, she should repeat her request to be spanked, but, when she thought that through, she realised that her mum really was more into having long-winded discussions rather than using spanking. So, she didn’t raise the subject again, and just sat through another boring discussion, listening to everything being said by her mum, and saying very little herself. Anyway, her mum seemed very happy when she eventually said that she felt that everything was now understood, making it clear that she expected Tammy to be better behaved in the future.
Today, when Tammy raised the subject of spanking with Amber once again, she wasn’t surprised she got no positive reaction from her sister because Amber will have realised that if her mum introduced spanking for one of them, then it would undoubtedly be introduced for the other as well.
Amber reinforced her view by adding, “You won’t get mum to change her view. She loves hearing her own voice, and I think she believes that by making the discussion as boring as possible for us, that will make us behave better. Actually, it works for me. I certainly don’t want to be spanked. After all, none of my friends are, and they would probably laugh at me if I was.”
Tammy could see how that made sense, because, as well, none of her friends were still spanked Why would they be, as they were either twenty-four or even twenty-five?
Amber was suddenly looking more closely at Tammy, and asked her, “Is that my necklace you are wearing, the one that I thought I had lost?”
Tammy gasped, as it was. She had borrowed it a couple of weeks ago, and when Amber said that she had lost it, she decided to hide it in her dressing table and only wear it when Amber wasn’t around. She had put it on this morning when Amber was out, because she was speaking to a group of her friends on her tablet, and they had mentioned how nice it looked on her. She then completely forgot to take it off.
Amber could tell from Tammy’s face just what had happened, and said very sternly, “Maybe I should tell mum about this, so you can sit through another of her long-winded discussions.”
That was the last thing that Tammy wanted to have happen to her. She was due to go out to a party this evening, but her mum would get back before she had to leave, and if the discussion was held tonight then she would miss the party.
Amber obviously knew about the party and said angrily, “No way are you going to wear my necklace at tonight’s party. Get it off now.”
Tammy immediately did as she was told, unclipped the necklace, and handed it to Amber. As she did, she pleaded, “Please don’t tell mum. Not tonight anyway. I really want to go to the party tonight. All my friends will be there.”
Amber wasn’t having it. “Taking my necklace and not giving it back is what brats do, and mum knows how to deal with brats.”
Tammy knew her sister was right, that this needed to be dealt with today, but again pleaded, “Please sis, don’t tell mum. I’ll do anything.”
Amber thought for a moment and then said, “Remember when you told mum she should spank us? I literally hated you when mum told me that, as I knew that if she spanked you, then she would need to spank me as well.”
Tammy remembered and blushed as she said, “Yes, sis, I can understand that.”
Amber then said, “You should have asked me to spank you. I would have done.”
That blew Tammy away. She hadn’t thought about asking Amber, mainly because punishments were doled out by their mum. Anyway, as her friends would be bound to find out that she had been spanked, that could hardly be by her sister, because her friends would make her the target of lots of jokes as soon as they did find out.
On the other hand, Tammy told herself she may have to choose between having her sister spank her or missing the party. Tammy decided on the spur of the moment, and asked, “Seriously, sis, you would spank me?”
Amber replied with an angry look on her face, “Yes, sis. You are a thief, I am the victim, and so should be the one to punish you.”
Tammy saw a positive side to that, what with going to tonight’s party still in the air, and asked, “Okay, sis, then I agree to you spanking me.”
Amber shot back with, “Now who is being silly, like really stupid? If I tell mum then you won’t be going to the party tonight and that means two punishments. A one-way discussion that will still go on well after you would otherwise be at the party.”
Tammy could see how it was a double punishment when said like that, and didn’t have an argument to contest Amber’s position. So, all she had left was to…