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I moved into a modest duplex in a somewhat conservative neighborhood. The woman who occupied the other half of the house was in her late thirties and had a daughter in her early teens. She introduced herself by delivering a delicious apple pie a few days after I moved in. I invited her and her daughter to share it and we got acquainted. Her name was Ellen and the youngster was Jane. The man of the house had died quite a few years ago and Ellen was now raising the girl by herself. Jane was pouty and almost rude but I shrugged it off as typical for her age. Aside from that the visit was pleasant enough. Ellen worked as an executive in some large corporation and was fairly successful financially but sighed when she saw the way her daughter was acting and admitted she didn't feel as successful at being a parent. I offered token sympathy and we talked of other things.
In the weeks that followed we would nod or say hello to each other when we passed in the driveway and if I were lucky I would sometimes get a non-committal monosyllabic reply from Jane when I spoke to her but that was the extent of our relationship if you could call it that. I developed my own set of friends and didn't give my neighbors on the other side of the wall much thought. I suppose you could say this all changed the evening Ellen knocked on my door.
She seemed upset and wanted to talk to me about a problem with Jane. I gave her a cup of coffee and she explained her dilemma. The girl got in trouble at school and it wasn't the first time. In fact, it was getting to be a habit and Ellen was at her wit's end. She had tried various punishments in the past. Grounding, lecturing, loss of privileges and none of them had any lasting effect. I suggested counseling but she shook her head saying, "No I don't think that would help. I was just as obnoxious when I was her age and I finally got over it. I remember what did the trick for me and that's why I came to see you. I suppose you realize she still gets spanked."
I probably looked a bit confused and said I thought this type of punishment was usually reserved for younger children and had no idea the girl was still subject to it. Ellen shrugged. "I'm surprised. These walls aren't thick enough to muffle her cries so you must have been out the last few times I've had to warm her bottom. I guess that makes sense. I've noticed you're not at home in the evenings very much."
I wasn't sure what to think about her keeping tabs on my comings and goings but it didn't seem like the proper time to delve into that subject. So I just concurred with her supposition about my absence and let her continue.
"Maybe I ought to explain. Her father and I agreed that spanking is a proper form of discipline regardless of how old she was and it was always an option if her behavior called for it. In fact, we have an old leather strap that's been in my family for generations and since he traveled a lot, more often than not I was the one who used it on Jane. I've kept up the tradition since he died so I can assure you she is very familiar with it and there's nothing childish about it at all. I know from experience that it really hurts and I can see she feels the same way. She doesn't like it one bit but I have to hand it to her, she is obedient enough not to argue with me too much when I tell her to get herself ready for it. However, lately she developed an attitude of "O.K. Get the strap and let's get this over with so I can go back to what I was doing before". Although during the spanking she lets me know it really hurts and promises to be good she's back to her old ways in a day or two. As I said, I was the same way when I was her age."
I reminded her that she said her parents finally cured her bad behavior and asked how they did it..
She explained, "Mom used to spank me with the same strap and I can't say being over her lap with that thing doing it's job was my favorite activity but it was just another part of life with parents that "didn't understand me". It never dawned on me that other's can be hurt by my actions as well. That is, until one night when Dad was away on business and I can't remember what I did to deserve it but she gave it to me really good and then said it was time to try something new and really teach me a lesson. I thought she was going to find another way of spanking me that would be even worse than the strap and remember being more than a bit scared. In a way I was right about my prediction. There was another spanking in her plan but it wasn't what I expected. However, I'm getting a little ahead of myself."
She stopped for a sip of coffee and smiled as she asked me what kind it was. I told her where I got the beans and how I ground them fresh before brewing. After a few more minutes of discussion on the merits of Colombian versus French Roast she got back to her story.
"There I was in my usual spanking attire which means my jeans and panties were on the floor and my red ass was waving in the breeze in full expectation of even more punishment while I stood in a corner. I couldn't imagine what the next spanking was going to be but I knew I wasn't looking forward to it. As I waited for her to give me some indication of what the next phase of her discipline entailed she left the room. I heard her make a phone call but couldn't hear what she was saying. She kept me in suspense and was busy straightening up the place until the doorbell rang. I headed for my room but she rather explicitly suggested that I stay where I was. I chose not to argue the point but tried to crawl into the wall. I'm sure my face was a red as my rear end when I heard her open the door and invite someone in."
I was the one waiting in expectation as she took another sip and again praised my skill at preparing coffee. Then she continued where she left off.
"I don't know if I was relieved or not to hear my grandfather's voice. I had been spanked in his presence before and he was not seeing anything he hadn't seen then but even so, a teenage girl is not proud to have her bare bottom on display for anyone especially when it was obvious it had just received a very good dose of the strap. I remember wondering if she intended to embarrass me even further by giving me whatever she had in mind with him here to watch but that made no sense. That would be humiliating but as I mentioned, not something that I hadn't gone through before. The next thought was that she was going to let Gramps spank me. I'd heard her tell me numerous times that she was spanked with the old family strap I had just felt when she was growing up and the he could really lay it on. I was convinced that had to be it. When they called my name I was sure I was going to be told to put myself over his knee but I was in for a real shock. My assumption that he was here to use the strap on a bare bottom was correct but it wasn't mine that was going to feel it."
This woman was developing a knack for taking sips of coffee at the most inopportune moments and I was on the edge of my seat as I accepted another compliment.
"Boy, this coffee is really good. I'll have to get some myself. Now, where was I? Oh yes. When I turned around my mouth flew open. Gramps was in the chair holding the strap as I expected but Mom was taking her slacks off. I was speechless as she removed her panties also. She turned to me and explained that she had failed as a mother and deserved the same punishment she received when she was younger and didn't live up to her potential. She had asked her father to come over and see to her proper chastisement. She added that in the future I would still get the strap whenever I needed it but since my lack of self discipline reflected on her she would also be spanked and I would have to be the one to call Gramps and ask him to punish her. At first this didn't sound too bad. My rear end was still smarting from the spanking she just gave me and here was my chance at vengeance. Not only would I get to see her suffer the same fate as me but I would have the satisfaction of knowing I was going to be the one to make the call that would sentence her to a bottom as sore as mine felt right then. Better still, if her stories about his ability to use the strap were correct it would be even worse than what she gave me. I realize now she was taking quite a chance in giving a teenager that kind of power over her."
Another sip of coffee and thankfully, no comment on it.
"She turned back to her father and lay across his knees. He never said a word but let the strap do his talking for him. By the way, that's the way Mom spanked me and the way I spank Jane. There's no sense trying to lecture someone who's bare bottom is feeling that strap. They aren't listening, they're just screeching and crying and hoping it will end while they still have some skin left. As the spanking continued I could see that it was not a little demonstration of what she might have to go through in the future to scare me. I was witnessing the real thing and my thoughts of getting back at her for punishing me faded quickly. It wasn't long before Mom wasn't the only one crying. She taught me not to even bother begging for the punishment to stop and I guess she learned the same lesson. It must have been years since the last time she got a spanking like that but she never even put her hand anywhere close to her bottom to protect it. I guess I must have sounded like she did when I was the one under the business end of that strap but I never gave it much thought. However, listening to my mother expressing how much it really hurt was something else entirely. Her wailing and breathless sounds of agony were cutting right into my heart. I realized she had voluntarily submitted to this because she loved me. After an eternity he finally stopped and let her lie there sobbing. Actually both of us were still crying our eyes out and I rushed to her and knelt at her face telling her how sorry I was and hoping she never had to go through that again. When she got to her feet she gave Gramps a hug and thanked him. Then she turned to me and we held each other tight. This is really great coffee, do you have any more?"
She walked with me to the kitchen and finished her story. In essence, it changed her life. Since she was still not fully mature she managed to screw up a few more times before she moved out on her own but she would always own up to her mistakes and take full responsibility for them so she could convince her Mom that she was the only one who needed the strap. She actually felt thankful when her mother would agree to give her an extra long spanking instead of making her call her grandfather.
I was fairly sure where I fit into her scheme for Jane's punishment but we had to go through the fascinating business of grinding the beans and brewing a fresh pot of coffee first. While we were waiting for the water to boil she said she thought her folks would remember the incident and was absolutely sure her mother did. They would go along with the idea but they lived too far away and she didn't want to wait until their next visit. She nervously explained that she couldn't ask any of her friends at work or from the PTA to spank her and then she thought of me. She blushed as she asked if I would consider performing the same function her grandfather did that night so long ago.
What are good neighbors for? Of course I agreed. She was not bad looking and I tried not to be too obvious as I glanced to her lower parts to evaluate where I was going to apply the strap. I wasn't successful at being surreptitious and she laughed as she turned around and bent over. She lowered her slacks a little but kept her panties on as she said, "That's all you're going see now but if it meets with your approval you'll see a lot more later." It was my turn to laugh and I boldly put my hand on the lucious rear end. She didn't object so I rubbed it a bit and gave a little squeeze as I pronounced it to be about the nicest bottom I ever saw. She pulled her pants up and took a tiny sip of the coffee.
Maybe I had been too forward because her face was as red as it could be as she nervously changed the subject and went back to talking about the coffee again for a few minutes. Then she said, "You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time since I... Since a man touched me like that and I've almost forgotten what it feels like. I'm out of practice I guess but I'm even more out of practice at accepting a spanking with the strap. I hope I can endure it as well as my mother did. I'm serious about this. It worked for me and I can only hope it works for Jane. I want you to watch me spank her. The humiliation of getting her punishment in front of you will be good for her and it'll give you a chance to see what kind of spanking I'm talking about. Once I'm done with her and trust me, it won't be just a few light swats, I'll tell her the real reason you're there and I want you to make sure my turn is as bad or worse than what I gave her. It's got to be real or she'll just think it's a game and I won't have accomplished anything except embarrassing myself."
I said I would do my best and to reassure her of my commitment, suggested that she should plan on sleeping on her stomach tonight as well as having a difficult time sitting for the next few days. She actually smiled as she said, "I don't know whether to be happy with that news or not. You know, it's almost comical. Jane doesn't realize I found out about the trouble at school yet and I'm not going to mention it until you arrive. The funny part is I'm planning all this for her punishment and she gets to spend another few hours blissfully unaware of what's going to happen to her while I have the impossible task trying not to think about what my bottom is going to feel like before the night is over. Oh the joys of being a parent."
She left her coffee unfinished as I escorted her to the door.
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