With their first term at university completed, Rebekah, Lisa and Helen met in the local park to swap stories of drinking, studying and gossip about the young men they’d met. They each had some outrageous tales to tell but had all come through their experiences unscathed and had all successfully completed their end of term exams.

They were now ready for Christmas with family and friends. It was good to be home as they had all managed to overspend during the term time, quite excessively, and during the holidays their parents would be paying for food etc.

“Oh, by the way, my mum has invited you both over to our place on the day before Christmas Eve for dinner,” announced Lisa. “Your mums have been invited as well.”

“I didn’t know they all knew each other that well,” responded Rebekah.

“I guess they have each other’s numbers from the school class lists and have kept in touch or something,” said Helen.

“Well, whatever, it sounds like a fun evening and no doubt we can play board games or charades or something after dinner,” Lisa commented.

“Yes that would be great,” said Helen. “Your mum is a superb cook as well, so the food will be yummy.”

****

“Rebekah. Are you ready yet?” her mother, Rachel, called out from the bottom of the staircase.

“Just coming, mother,” Rebekah responded as she appeared in a thigh-length green dress with white trimming, black hold-up stockings and shiny black court shoes. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she looked very grown up and every inch a lady.

“Ah, my lovely, you look fab. Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

As they arrived at Lisa’s house they saw another car was parked outside so they both hastened to the doorway and pressed the doorbell.

Lisa’s mother, Sonia, answered, with what Rebekah thought was a strange sort of knowing smile on her face and one which her mother seemed to reciprocate.

“I hope we are not late?” Rachel enquired with half a smirk.

“Oh no, you are in plenty of time,” Sonia responded. “We’re just having a little drink before the proceedings begin.”

‘A strange choice of words,’ Rebekah thought and she began to feel a little bit apprehensive about the evening.

They walked into the lounge, which Rebekah knew well. She had seen Lisa slippered there and also received a painful paddling with the other girls just before they had all left for university. Helen and her mother, Joanne, were already seated on the sofa, each with a gin and tonic in hand.

Lisa appeared in a red cocktail dress, black hold-up stockings and black shoes. Her hair was beautifully curled and dangled down just below her shoulders. She smiled and took their order. “Two more gin and tonics coming right up.”

When everyone had a drink in hand and they were all seated comfortably, Helen and her mum on the sofa with Lisa and Rebekah and her mum occupying two of the three matching lounge chairs, Sonia stood in front of the fireplace and addressed them all.

“Well young ladies,” she said, looking at the girls. “It’s lovely to have you here with your mothers and I hope you enjoy dinner. However, before we eat there is another reason why we are all here.”

The girls looked bemused and glanced at each other while shrugging their shoulders, whereas their mothers all seemed to know what Sonia was talking about. Rebekah’s heart sank as she knew now that this evening wasn’t going to be as straightforward as it had first appeared.

Sonia held up a piece of paper which looked like a credit card statement. “I don’t often look through the family credit card payments as the amounts are usually all less than £100. However, when I glanced at my latest statement there was a very strange entry which cost quite a bit more than I was expecting.”

She had highlighted two entries which she pointed at. “When I looked up this payment and I’d spoken to my bank, because I thought it may have been a scam, it turns out that both of these are internet payments to a site where spankings can be ordered.”

Sonia gave a big wide grin, as the girls looked at each other in complete shock, and then at their mothers who also had smiles on their faces. There was silence as none of the girls could think of an explanation. Helen and Rebekah glared at Lisa for being stupid enough not to use her own credit card.

“So,” Sonia continued. “I checked my laptop and I found the ‘Spanked to Order’ website which conveniently had its login and password stored. It looks like you, Lisa, ordered a punishment with the slipper and then a couple of weeks later you paid all three of you to receive a paddling. All in fact paid for on our family credit card whilst the rest of us were away on holiday.”

“Mum, I’m sorry, I lost my card when you were away so I used the family one for my spanking and I forgot I’d used it so when I ordered the spanking for all three of us I must have put that on the same card. Rebekah and Helen paid their share of the second one I ordered.”

“Well,” Sonia continued unperturbed. “I’ve looked at the reasons you’ve all signed up for your spankings and I emailed Joanne and Rachel so they were in the picture. It does seem liked you all deserved them and we are actually quite proud of the way you have gone about this, quite mature in an odd way,” Rachel said.

“However,” Helen now spoke and her voice was ominous. “It appears that you have all overspent in your first term at university by way too much, which is something I think you will agree is unacceptable. You all need to learn to live within your means.”

“As repayment, we have ordered a spanking for you all as a lesson to keep your finances in order,” Sonia stated in a matter of fact voice. “Mary, the lady who spanked you before, is due to come round at 9.00 pm and she will bring a hairbrush for that very purpose.

“You will all go over her knee and she will deliver a good hard hairbrushing to your bottoms,” Rachel continued.

“Now, time is ticking and we need to eat, but there is the matter of Lisa and the inappropriate, may I say careless, use of the family credit card to deal with.” Sonia sat down on the vacant lounge chair and looked at her daughter. “Over my knee young lady,” Sonia commanded.

Lisa looked shocked but could not think of any response other than to do as she was told.

“Yes mum.”

She placed herself over her mother’s knee and felt her dress being raised to reveal her hold-up stockings, a black thong and her lily white bottom. The sight of their friend bending over with an all but bared bottom was not unfamiliar to Lisa’s friends, who would have sniggered if they hadn’t been concerned about the hairbrushing they were going to receive later. The other mothers looked on approvingly.

Sonia began to smack the raised bottom firmly with her hand … SMACK … SMACK … SMACK. The sound echoed around the room as Lisa grunted and wriggled. It took about 30 smacks for the white globes to turn a rather nice even shade of pink and for Lisa to feel her bottom beginning to get quite warm and uncomfortable.

“That’s enough as a starter. You my now stand up, Lisa, and we will go through to dine.”

****

The dinner passed off well with the conversations jovial, all females swapped stories of university fun and frolics. It sounded like the girls’ mums had had a wild time back in their day and they had all been spanked at some point in their lives. They lost track of time. However, the chat was interrupted at exactly 9.00 pm as the doorbell rang.

“Ah, that I assume will be Mary,” Sonia said. “Lisa, go and let her in, will you?”

“Yes, mum.” Lisa stood up, her bottom tingling from her recent spanking as a reminder.

“The rest of us had better go through to the living room. Helen and Rachel, I suggest the three of us sit in the chairs, and the girls can sit on the sofa,” Sonia said as she stood up and ushered everyone from the dining room into the living room. As she left, she took a dining room chair with her, which she placed in the centre of the living room.

Mary entered and smiled at the girls. “Hello, again,” she smiled.

“I’m Sonia, Lisa’s mum. This is Rachel, Rebekah’s mum, and this is Joanne, Helen’s mum.”

Hands were shaken and Sonia made sure everyone was seated with Mary standing in the middle of the room next to the dining chair.

“Well, I have the usual paperwork ladies,” Mary addressed the girls. “Please come over to the table and sign for me.”

The girls stood up, walked confidently to the side table and affixed their signatures to the contracts which Mary had taken out of her bag, just as they had a few months earlier. Helen thought about explaining that she hadn’t actually ordered the spanking, but decided not to make a fuss. After all, she had overspent on her account and would get a spanking anyway.

“Good, now we can start.” Mary spoke in her familiar soft voice. “You ladies have ordered an over-the-knee hairbrush spanking for financial mismanagement of your personal funds at university. This will be delivered in front of your mothers, over your knickers. The number of strokes is not specified. However, the ‘very red bottom’ option has been selected. Not the severest so I will stop when your bottoms are red and sore. You will remain over my knee while I spank you and there will be no rubbing. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Miss.” The girls acknowledged they understood and were keen not to incur any extras.

Mary sat on the dining chair and smiled. “Helen, we will start with you.”

Helen, who was wearing a knee-length blue dress, black tights and black shoes, stood up, looked at her mother who gave her an encouraging smile and walked over to Mary.

“Raise you dress please,” Mary instructed. She noticed Helen’s tights. “And pull your tights down as well.”

Helen lifted her dress, wriggled as she pulled her tights down, and bent over Mary’s lap. Mary positioned Helen so that her hands were firmly on the floor, toes also just resting on the floor, and a white bottom in full view. Helen was now regretting wearing just a pink thong for the evening as there was no protection for her bottom which was about to be soundly spanked.

Mary had already taken her old-fashioned, wooden backed hairbrush out of her bag, which was highly polished and an oval in shape. It looked as if it would be delivering some very fierce strokes indeed.

WHACK … WHACK …WHACK. The first strokes came down on Helen’s bare buttocks causing her to gasp and grunt, and her bottom certainly felt the pain. She grunted, groaned and then yelped out loud, as Mary continued her rhythmic drumming on the buttocks, alternatively changing from one to the other after each hard stroke with the brush. It wasn’t long before Helen’s bottom was looking pink all over and patches were becoming decidedly red.

WHACK … WHACK … WHACK. The brush continued for another ten strokes by which time Helen was wriggling, gasping and yelping. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire as the brush stung like crazy. “I’m, sorry, really I am,” Helen gasped between each word.

Mary stopped, looked at her handiwork and decided that she had delivered a red sore bottom as ordered. “You may get up and return to the sofa.”

Helen stood up, pulled her tights up and walked slowly to the sofa where she carefully sat on the soft cushions which made unwelcomed contact with her bottom.

“Rebekah, you are next.” Mary indicated her lap and waited.

Rebekah rose, walked over, lifted her dress without hesitation and bent over Mary’s lap. She had chosen hold-up stockings which didn’t need to come down and, like Helen, was regretting her choice of a thong as underwear, hers being red. She had chosen it to avoid a visible panty line forming as her dress was tight-fitting, but the thong offered no protection in her current situation. With her hands on the floor supporting her, toes just touching the floor, and both bottom cheeks bared, raised up over Mary’s knee, she was now at the mercy of the brush.

As soon as Rebekah was in position, WHACK … WHACK, the spanking began. It was clear to Rachel that Mary was an expert, delivering exactly the same spanking as she had given Helen a few minutes earlier. An even tempo between strokes, the speed and firmness of the brush consistent and causing her daughter to yelp, grunt, groan and apologise as she wriggled over the spanker’s lap. She made a mental note of all this in case she might need to deliver a spanking to her daughter herself in the future.

Again, three dozen or so strokes had been administered and the white globes were now turning a deep shade of pink. Each stroke made solid contact with the flesh which depressed and wobbled on its return to meet the next stroke. It wasn’t long before two red buttocks were wriggling on Mary’s lap, toes were drumming on the floor and apologies were coming thick and fast from Rebekah.

The spanking stopped as suddenly as it started, and Rebekah’s bottom felt like it was hanging over the flames of a raging fire being scorched. Mary raised her knee and Rebekah gingerly stood and returned to the sofa where she carefully sat down.

“Right, Lisa, it’s you turn.” Mary again indicated her lap with the brush.

Lisa rose and stood next to Mary, raised her dress to reveal her hold-up stockings and a white thong.

“Well, you girls dressed for looks rather than for a spanking, eh?” Mary chuckled as Lisa made her way over her lap.

“It also looks like someone has had their bottom smacked recently as well,” she grinned again as she looked at the pink bottom on show and glanced over at Sonia, quizzically.

“Yes Mary, I gave her a hand spanking before dinner as she had used the family credit card inappropriately,” Sonia explained.

“Well, it’s a good start, but it will be sorer and much redder by the time I have finished my work,” Mary retorted.

WHACK … WHACK … WHACK. The brush came down on Lisa’s bottom and she grunted and groaned. It was much worse than her mum’s hand which had already warmed her up and the stinging and heat built up much quicker than with the other two girls. Lisa had her face down and hands on the floor, and knew any attempt to rub her now sore bottom would lead to her falling off and some sort of extras, so she did her best to stay in position.

Mary continued her methodical work, WHACK … WHACK ... WHACK. The low down spanks near the tops of Lisa’s legs made her howl. Once her bottom was as red as the other girls, Mary stopped and held Lisa in position.

“You had the advantage of starting with an already spanked bottom so I think it only fair your bottom is a deeper shade red than the others,” Mary said.

“Yes, miss,” Lisa grimaced and gritted her teeth.

Ten more strokes were applied at a slower pace and carefully planted to ensure there was a howl after each one, once again the lower strikes near the crease of bottom and legs were the most painful and caused the most wriggling.

The spanking completed, Lisa stood up, her face was red and her bottom was even redder and sore.

“Before you sit down, Lisa, maybe all of you girls should stand up and show your spanked bottoms to your mothers to ensure they are happy with the results.”

Helen and Rebekah joined Lisa, they all lifted their dresses and Helen once again had to lower her tights. Three red, sore bottoms were on display, the centre of each cheek having a lovely circular spot which would make sitting down for the next few days a good reminder of fiscal prudence.

“Well ladies,” Mary addressed the girls’ mothers. “I trust you are satisfied?”

The mothers nodded.

“Thank you so much, Mary. A job well executed,” Sonia said. “If we need you again we now know how to be in contact.” she smiled.

The three girls all thanked Mary as well and sat back down, uncomfortably, on the sofa.

Mary replaced the wicked hairbrush in her bag, collected the paperwork and left.

“Well girls,” Rachel spoke. “I think we can now put the money situation to bed and wish each other a Merry Christmas. The mothers hugged their daughters and Lisa, putting a brave face on things, suggested a game of charades.

‘Hopefully, no-one will try to act out Crime and Punishment,’ she thought.

The End

© Colin Brooks 2025

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