It was Christmas Day and Mary-Ellen had put on her new mid-thigh length blue dress which hugged her figure well. Her hair was in a ponytail and after one last glance in the mirror she opened the front door. Her Uncle John, Aunty Mary and twin cousins Robert and Angie had arrived for a two day visit. Mary-Ellen was an only child and been brought up by her mother, Grace, since her father had died three years earlier. Whilst she generally got on well with her mum, she enjoyed it when her cousins came over. They were all 17 years old and had great fun playing board games and games of strategy. As soon as they arrived, they hung their coats up and headed upstairs for the games to begin. Uncle John and Aunty Mary went to the kitchen to give Grace a hand preparing the Christmas Dinner.
At 3.00 pm Grace called the kids for dinner and they all trooped down ready to tuck into roast turkey with all the trimmings. As dinner progressed a glass of wine was allowed for each of the kids and the conversation was relatively amicable although Uncle John was always very dogmatic in his views, especially when it came to the place of women in the home. He rather enjoyed being thought of as outdated in his views and knew that it would wind Mary-Ellen up, in an amusing way. His own children just rolled their eyes and ignored him. Grace looked at Mary-Ellen a couple of times with a glance that indicated Uncle John was just having a bit of fun and she should learn to let things slide. Rudeness to guests, she implied, would not be tolerated.
Grace was a headteacher in a local school and took a no-nonsense approach when it came to manners and being polite. Before her husband had died she had let him deal with household discipline and Mary-Ellen had been given a number of well-deserved over the knee hand spankings and on a few occasions, mainly for rudeness to visitors, a three-pronged leather tawse had been applied very firmly to her bottom. Her father had acquired the tawse from his father who had been a schoolmaster in Scotland where it had been regularly used on errant pupils.
Since her husband’s death, Grace had made sure that discipline was maintained by taking on the role of disciplinarian herself. She was just as effective as her late husband and, whereas he had let Mary-Ellen keep her knickers on for spankings to preserve her modesty, Grace felt it more appropriate to administer spankings on the girl’s bare bottom. Usually these were administered over the knee with hand or hairbrush in Mary-Ellen’s bedroom. The tawse was kept in the top drawer of the kitchen dresser and was taken out when required. Mary-Ellen would then be taken into the living room, be invited to take her knickers off and bend over the back of one of the light blue comfy chairs with her hands planted firmly on the seat of the chair. This position ensured her bottom rested on the top of the back of the chair and that she was on tip-toes, fully prepared for the tawse to be raised high and brought down firmly across her buttocks. It was a very unpleasant experience when the cruel leather sliced into her bottom, each stroke leaving three tentacle-like red marks scorched across her pale flesh.
They had all just started their dessert, a delicious home-made Christmas pudding with butter cream, when Uncle John asked Mary-Ellen whether she had a boyfriend in tow. The silence which followed could have been cut with a knife.
“What?” Uncle John asked and looked around. He was genuinely surprised and baffled with the response to his innocent question.
“You know all too well, Uncle John, that I don’t fancy blokes. You are just trying to wind me up, you misogynist!” Mary-Ellen glared at her Uncle with venom.
The silence continued as everyone was rendered speechless at Mary-Ellen’s uncharacteristic outburst, including Uncle John.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to offend you, honey,” he replied, realising his genuine error and sounding very contrite but with a big smile.
“Yeah, right. Save your apologies, they are as worthless as you are,” Mary-Ellen continued. “And I am not your f**king honey!”
“Mary-Ellen,” Grace spoke quietly. “Apologise to your uncle right now. He has apologised to you and you should do so as well, especially for using that language, which is unacceptable in front of our guests. We will talk about that later.”
“F**k off!” replied Mary-Ellen, as by this time the red mist had come down, her head throbbing with anger. The extra couple of glasses of wine she had poured when no-one was looking had not helped.
Everyone now looked at Grace, who was backed into a corner and needed to act quickly to prevent an escalation of the situation and an undermining of her authority in front of her brother and his family.
“Mary-Ellen, I think that you, me and Uncle John need to sort this out right now.”
Grace stood up, went to the kitchen drawer and took out the tawse. She took Mary-Ellen by the arm and as they made their way out of the kitchen she asked Uncle John to join them.
All three left the room leaving Aunty Mary and her kids in silence, waiting for the next development.
The cousins and their mother sat at the kitchen table and glanced at each other. The twins both smirked and nodded, knowing that they were about to hear their cousin Mary-Ellen get her bottom soundly spanked. Their father, as they knew all too well, could give a very firm over the knee hand spanking and the tawse Grace had in her hand looked as if it would leave a bottom sore and marked for a day or two.
As they sat, eating their Christmas Pudding, the twins heard the familiar sound of their father’s hand being applied to Mary-Ellen’s bottom, the howls that followed growing ever louder. The spanking continued for a minute or so and it was clear that Mary-Ellen’s bottom would be very sore and red. Angie had counted around 50 or so slaps and knew from experience that her dad would cover the whole of the bottom.
Once the sounds of the spanking had stopped there was a pause, some voices spoke and then Uncle John returned and sat at the table.
“She has now apologised,” he said. “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean any harm and I had totally forgotten that Mary-Ellen wasn’t interested in boys, but her reaction wasn’t appropriate.”
The conversation was broken with a loud CRACK and a howl. It was clear that Grace was now dealing with the bad language her daughter had used at the table as the tawse was being applied to Mary-Ellen’s bottom. CRACK and another howl followed. The cousins giggled as they knew that their cousin’s bottom was already sore and now it was being subjected to a further thrashing.
They counted four strokes of the tawse, each one followed by suitable grunts, groans and exclamations of pain from the chastised girl. Assuming that the punishment was complete they waited for Grace and Mary-Ellen to return to the kitchen. However, after a short pause CRACK ... CRACK … CRACK … To their surprise the thrashing continued. A further four strokes were heard with the howls and groans becoming louder.
“Well, it sounds like the tawse is having an effect,” Uncle John observed and looked at his children.
“It sure does, Papa,” Angie agreed.
“I hope this is a lesson to you both.”
The children nodded and continued to eat.
Mary-Ellen guided by her mother and followed by Uncle John left the kitchen walked down the hallway and turned right into the living room.
“Apologise to your Uncle,” Grace looked at Mary-Ellen, who shook her head in defiance.
“My, my, she is a very head-strong young lady isn’t she, Grace?” John observed. “I’ve had to put her over my knee a few times when she has visited us in the past,” he continued.
“Yes, indeed, John, she can be quite forthright and stubborn. I think that you may need to repeat the spanking you gave her as a reminder of how she should behave at the table when we have guests.”
“No mum, please, not a spanking from Uncle John. No, please, I am sorry.” Mary-Ellen looked wide-eyed at her mother. It was clear that she still remembered the last time she had been over her uncle’s knee. In fact on that occasion all three of the kids had been spanked and all three bottoms had been red and sore after Uncle John had finished with them. Mary-Ellen had been made to pull her jeans down and, despite being allowed to keep her pink cotton knickers on, they had provided no protection as John’s hands were big and strong from working on the farm.
“You had your chance to say sorry and you declined it. It is only fit and proper that Uncle John punishes you for your rudeness, despite his apology. A good hand spanking over his knee will suffice,” Grace said.
Mary-Ellen looked downcast as her Uncle John took her by the arm, sat on the sofa and lowered her over his knee. Slowly, he lifted her blue dress up to reveal a pert white bottom which was clad in tight-fitting, white knickers with the words ‘Merry Christmas’ embroidered on them in pink.
Mary-Ellen was embarrassed and knew that an over the knee spanking from her uncle was going to be painful.
“Well, a Merry Christmas to you,” John chuckled as he looked at the familiar bottom which he was once again going to smack, and smack hard. His hand came firmly down on Mary-Ellen’s bottom … SMACK … SMACK … SMACK. John knew how hard to spank and what interval to leave between smacks to have maximum impact; just as the pain from the previous one subsided the next one hit home.
The smacks rained down at regular intervals and Mary-Ellen wriggled, then grunted and then moaned. After 30 or so spanks she had started to howl and her bottom was becoming quite pink and was sore. Her knickers scrunched up as she squirmed and ended up in the crack of her bottom. With her reddening cheeks on full display, Uncle John delighted in his handiwork and continued with relentless accuracy, ensuring that every inch of the bottom was firmly smacked as a reminder that bad behaviour would not be tolerated.
Mary-Ellen howled the most when the smacks caught her low down on her bottom and especially when several sharp slaps caught the tops of the backs of her legs. Uncle John was strong and held Mary-Ellen firmly in position despite her desperate wriggling to avoid the pain.
“I am sorry I upset you,” he said, “but your language and lack of acceptance of my sincere apology has led to this.”
“Owww! Owww! I’m … Owww! … sorry ... Arghhh!” Mary-Ellen groaned as her uncle’s hand continued to be applied to her bottom. After a good 60 or so smacks the spanking was done. It had taken about a minute and a half, but to Mary-Ellen it felt like a lifetime of pain. This was as sound a spanking as she had received in the past from her mum, her dad or from Uncle John. He really had laid it on this time and she could feel her bottom was glowing all over.
“What do you have to say, Mary-Ellen?” Grace asked her daughter.
“I'm sorry Uncle John, please accept my apology.” Mary-Ellen sobbed as she stood up, and adjusted her knickers, which caused her to wince.
“Apology accepted,” Uncle John replied and left the room to return to his Christmas Dinner.
“Now then, we haven’t finished, young lady, have we?” Grace looked at Mary-Ellen and held the tawse in view.
“Oh please, mum, not the tawse, my bottom is already sore.” Mary-Ellen shook her head and rubbed her bottom.
“I will not tolerate that sort of language in front of guests,” her mother continued. “Now take you knickers off, raise your dress and bend over the back of the chair.
Mary-Ellen knew better than to argue and she put her hands under her dress, grasped the elastic waistband of her knickers and pulled them down. She winced as they grazed over her already sore bottom and once they were off she put them on the arm of the comfy chair, walked behind it, raised her dress and bent over so that her bottom was well presented, her toes just touching the floor. She looked at the blue fabric and waited.
Grace had a good view at her daughter’s red bottom which was already sore after the smacking it had just received. Her brother certainly could deliver a hand spanking, that was for sure. Grace stood to the left hand side of her daughter and with her right hand she presented the tawse to the bare bottom. She pulled it back and raised it to shoulder height then whipped it down and across the bottom. CRACK She could immediately see three angry lines created by the leather thongs as the tawse hit home. The lines were white and then turned a dark crimson across the red background.
“Arghhh!” Mary-Ellen howled, but kept in position the best she could with just her left foot lifting off the ground, forcing her to balance on the top of the chair.
CRACK … CRACK … CRACK … the tawse continued to bite into the already sore flesh and Mary-Ellen continued to wriggle and drum her toes on the ground as she was thoroughly chastised by her mother.
Grace looked at the pattern of darker reddish purple lines that the tawse had created across the girl’s bottom as the howling continued.
After the first four strokes Grace stopped and spoke. “I will not tolerate bad language in my house especially when directed at guests. We both know Uncle John made a mistake and that your reaction was rude and not called for.
“I’m sorry, mum,” Mary-Ellen sniffled and sobbed. “I was in the wrong and I deserve to be punished,” she continued.
Grace returned to her position and the tawse was once again raised high. Grace was a determined lady and despite her daughter's bottom looking swollen, dark red and sore she was not one to let up.
>p>“Another four stokes, Mary-Ellen.”“Thank you, mum.”
The tawse came down swiftly … CRACK … CRACK … making solid contact with Mary-Ellen’s bottom. The last four strokes were aimed deliberately low down across the crease of the bottom and the final two … CRACK … CRACK ... strayed onto the top of the backs of her legs, causing her to wriggle and cry out even more.
After all eight strokes had been applied, Mary-Ellen remained in position, as was required. Her mum looked at her daughter's bottom which was now red with the dark purple marks from the tawse criss-crossing across previously hand-spanked bottom.
“Put your knickers back on, Mary-Ellen. We will return to our Christmas Dinner where you can apologise to everyone and tell them what a Christmas chastisement in this house entails.”
“Yes mum,” Mary-Ellen replied as she stood up, retrieved her knickers and pulled them up gingerly over her swollen bottom, causing her to squirm and grunt.
A couple minutes after the sound of the tawse being applied across bare flesh had stopped echoing around the house, a rather tearful Mary-Ellen came back into the kitchen with her mother.
“I’m sorry for my outburst and rudeness,” she said to her uncle, aunty and cousins. “I have been given a hand spanking over Uncle John’s knee for being rude and not apologising to him, and mum has given me eight strokes of the tawse across my bare bottom for using foul language at the table with guests present. I hope you will all accept my apology.”
Grace nodded, returned the tawse to the kitchen drawer and sat down at the head of the table. “Let’s eat,” she said, with a smile that broke the tense atmosphere.
With that, Mary-Ellen sat down very slowly with her cousins watching her and grinning as she grimaced. The cousins winked at her, as they knew all too well what a spanked bottom felt like. The Christmas Dinner, despite the interruption, tasted just as good.
The End
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