Sergeant Ann Mills arrived at the county sheriff’s office ten minutes before her 5.00 pm to 2.00 am shift was due to start. She parked her car in the designated area and used her electronic ID card to enter at the rear of the building.

“Hey, Tom,” she greeted her sergeant colleague who she was due to replace.

“Hi, Annie. Early as usual?”

“You know me, Tom. Always keen to get started.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Anything for me?”

“Actually, yes. We might have a couple for your special attention.”

“Meaning?”

“Nothing, Annie. Just that you might like to handle their case. It’s a mother and daughter. Jake stopped them for erratic driving and speeding, found the car smelled of cannabis and brought them in. They haven’t been processed yet.”

“So, they’re down in the cells?”

“Sure are. Waiting to be interviewed.”

“Okay, I’ll make a few checks, maybe make a couple of phone calls, then I’ll deal with them.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Annie.”

“No problem. Enjoy your evening.”

Once on her own in the back office, and with an empty front office, Sergeant Ann Mills checked the arresting officer’s report and found the two detainees in the cells were the mother, Emma Harris, and her seventeen-year-old daughter, Bethany. A phone call to the local high school confirmed Bethany was a student there having moved down from New York state eighteen months previously. Her record was generally good. A second call confirmed Mrs Harris, a realtor employed by a local and long-standing firm, was well liked by her employer.

Things still being quiet, Sergeant Mills grabbed some keys and went down to the small area in the basement that housed the female prisoners section, just three cells, each barred cage-type cells, all in a small room. Opening the outer door, she saw a dark-haired woman wearing the pants from a blue two-piece business suit and a white blouse in the first cell. The woman was sitting on the edge of the low-set bunk bed with her head in her hands and signs that she’d been crying. Her jacket had been neatly folded and lay on the bunk beside her. Beyond her, in the next cell, a similarly dark-haired younger female was lying face-down on her bunk bed, apparently bored.

“What’s happening? When can we get out of here?” the older woman asked as soon as she noticed the officer.

“I need to interview you both,” Ann Mills answered. “Let’s do you first.”

The officer unlocked the cell door and allowed the woman out.

“It’s the rule here,” Sergeant Mills explained as she unclipped a pair of handcuffs from her belt.

Mrs Harris complied instantly by turning her back on the officer and putting her hands behind her back.

‘Nice ass,’ sergeant Mills thought to herself as she looked down and saw the woman’s blue pants hugging her bottom.

With the handcuffs now secured, the officer led the woman along the hallway and up the stairs to the back office and then showed her into a small interview room.

“Coffee?”

“Yes, please. Black, no sugar,” replied Mrs Harris gratefully. “Take a seat,” the sergeant said as she released the woman from one handcuff and locked it around a strong metal loop set into a table in the middle of the small interview room.

“Is that really necessary?” Emma Harris asked. “I have no intention of trying to escape.”

“It’s regulations. I’ll fetch the coffee.”

A few minutes later, Ann Mills returned with two mugs of steaming hot coffee and some paperwork. She sat opposite Mrs Harris.

“Okay, so you were in your car with your daughter driving. Is that correct Mrs Harris, or may I call you Emma?”

“Yes, do call me Emma, and yes, I was giving Bethany a driving lesson on the way home after picking her up from school.”

“Okay. So, the patrol officer saw that your car was being driven somewhat erratically and when he followed he also noted that your car was travelling at 32 miles per hour in a twenty limit.”

“Yes, I told Bethany to slow down but unfortunately she didn’t take much notice.”

“Then, when the officer leaned into your car he noted a distinct smell of cannabis. He searched your car and you two occupants, finding a small quantity of cannabis tucked by the side of the driver’s seat. Was that your cannabis or your daughter’s, Emma?”

“I want to take full responsibility, sergeant.”

“That wasn’t what I asked. Look, Emma, you’re potentially in a whole load of trouble here. Now I will help you as much as I can, but you need to be truthful with me. Was that your cannabis, Emma, or was it your daughter’s?”

Mrs Harris shook her head. “I don’t want to get my daughter into trouble. Please, sergeant, process me and let my daughter go.”

“That’s very noble of you, Emma, but may not be the best thing you can do for your daughter.”

“How do you mean, sergeant?”

“Do you really want her to get into the habit, Emma? She could get into real trouble if she keeps on using cannabis; at school most certainly and later at college or when she gets a job. Employers might not take to the idea. People around here tend to be mighty conservative.”

“I realize that, sergeant. I don’t like her using it, but it’s a habit she got into before we moved down to Georgia from New York after my husband left us. It’s not exactly rare back there.”

“So I hear. Okay, so we’ve got cannabis in a car you own, meaning you were effectively in possession of it, and your daughter was driving erratically. Maybe that was because she was inexperienced, but maybe it was as a result of smoking cannabis. That means you could both be charged. Your daughter has got you into a mite of trouble as well as herself. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“I guess.”

“No guessing about it. You’re employed as a realtor, aren’t you? What do you think your employer is going to say when you get convicted of possession of cannabis? And in a small community like this, don’t expect to keep it a secret.”

Emma Harris nodded pensively. “I guess I could lose my job, huh?”

“I’d rank it as a certainty.”

“You know, we moved down here so I could get my daughter away from the big city and all the drugs and violence. Now this happens.”

Sergeant Mills noticed tears starting to flow down the woman’s pretty cheeks.

“Hold on, I’ll fetch you some tissues.”

The sergeant left the room briefly and returned with a box of tissues. She allowed the woman time to dry her eyes.

“What’s the best thing I can do, sergeant? For my daughter’s sake I mean.”

“If she goes to court, she’ll get a fine which I guess you’ll have to pay. At worst, she might get a seven-day custodial sentence. And, of course, she’ll get a criminal record. Much the same would go for you.” The sergeant laughed. “Hey, you might even get to share a cell!”

“I really don’t find that at all funny, sergeant.”

“Sorry. No, I guess you don’t. You asked what you could do for your daughter. Presumably, she’ll be sleeping on her stomach tonight, huh?”

“Sleeping on her stomach? Why?”

The sergeant laughed again and leaned back in her chair.

“I kind of guessed parental discipline wasn’t high on your agenda, Emma. Now if it was my daughter, I’d certainly be tanning her backside good and proper.”

“You mean spank her? Oh no, I’ve never done that. I don’t believe in that sort of thing.”

“That’s kind of a shame, Emma, because if Bethany was to be on the end of a good hiding, we’d probably forget the charges against her.”

“No, I couldn’t. I never have.”

“I’d be happy to do it if you don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry?”

The sergeant sighed heavily. “Look, this is just a private chat between the two of us. It isn’t being recorded, if you catch my drift.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“You folks from up north do like to make things complicated, don’t you just. Look Emma, this is a small town community and we have our own way of doing things. You say you want to do the best for your daughter. She needs a good spanking, Emma. She needs to know breaking the law has consequences, especially when the law is for her own good.”

“I’m sorry, are you actually suggesting Bethany could avoid prosecution in return for a spanking? I’m sure she wouldn’t even contemplate such a thing.”

“Really? Hasn’t she ever got into trouble at school and got a paddling?”

“No, never. They didn’t have corporal punishment back in her old school in New York, and I specifically banned her present school from using it.”

“Well, knowing the school principal, he might still have offered it to her in place of some kind of detention maybe.”

“Against my wishes? I hope not!”

“Actually Emma, I checked Bethany’s record with the school and she got a three-swat paddling ten weeks ago for failing to hand in her homework on time, several times over. She was offered the choice, in accordance with school policy, and she chose to take her licks. She was given a letter to take home to you. Maybe you didn’t get the letter?”

“No, I certainly didn’t. And I’ll certainly be lodging a complaint at her school.”

“She was given a choice, Emma, and she made it. She might not appreciate you kicking up a fuss now, when it’s all done and dusted.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“So, with that school paddling in mind, if I was to offer her the choice of a good spanking or prosecution, what do you think she would choose?”

“I really don’t want you to do that, sergeant.”

“Bethany’s seventeen and quite capable of making her own mind up.”

“Even so, I really don’t want that for her.”

“I don’t understand you, Emma. I’m offering your daughter a way out of being in court and all that entails, and the judgement that might even put her in jail for a short spell, and you don’t even want to think about it? More to the point, you don’t even want her to be offered the choice so she can make her own mind up? That’s insane.”

Mrs Harris took a few moments to consider, then suggested, “Maybe we could talk about it, with Bethany I mean.”

“We can do that,” Sergeant Mills responded. “Which leaves us with what to do about you. Now, I believe you’ve created a good relationship with your employer. They like you. But get a conviction for possession of cannabis and that will all change. Believe me.”

“Yes, I know I’ve ruined my chances of starting a new life here. I’ll just have to live with that.”

Tears immediately formed in Emma Harris’s eyes. She instinctively tried to put both hands up to her face, and got reminded her left wrist was fastened to the table by the handcuffs.

“Hey, come on now,” cooed the sergeant as she pushed the box of tissues nearer to Emma.

“I’m sorry. Is it really likely I’ll get a jail sentence? I guess Bethany would have to move back up north. I still have relatives back there.”

“In all honesty, I couldn’t rule out you having to go to jail, Emma. That would be a real shame, just when you’ve got a whole new future for yourself and your daughter. Of course, you’re quite a fit lady.”

“What does that mean?” Emma Harris reacted abruptly, immediately feeling the comment was totally inappropriate.

“Oh, just ignore what I said, seeing as how you’re so strongly against spanking and the like.”

Mrs Harris stared at the officer in total amazement, unable to believe what she now thought was the intended suggestion.

“Sergeant, you’re surely not suggesting I take a spanking as well, are you?”

“Would it solve all your problems?”

Mrs Harris didn’t reply, her face a picture of shock and disbelief.

“Well, would it?” the officer repeated. “Hey, I don’t make this offer very often. And a pick-n-mix arrangement would be hard to conceal.”

“Pick-n-mix?”

“Where your daughter avoids a courtroom and you don’t.”

That at least made sense to the mother. And she didn’t want to lose her job, which must surely happen if she was prosecuted. Her employers were friendly, helpful people, but an employee with a criminal conviction would be too much.

“Sergeant, I’m forty-one years old. I’m a bit too old to be spanked, don’t you think?”

Sergeant Mills chuckled. “Ordinarily, I might agree with you, Emma. But I’m just trying to offer you a way out of the difficult situation you find yourself in.”

“Sergeant, I find your so-called offer humiliating, degrading and actually downright offensive!”

“Take it easy, Emma. We’re just discussing things here. How about another coffee?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

The sergeant left the room, leaving Emma Harris some time to think on her own. This round of coffee seemed to take longer to prepare. Finally, the sergeant returned with the coffee.

“Sorry if I offended you, Emma,” Sergeant Mills began. “About the spanking, I mean. I didn’t intend to upset you.”

Mrs Harris sipped her hot coffee.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes?”

“I realize I’ve made mistakes. I probably should have clamped down harder on Bethany, for one thing. I’ve always treated her as my best friend. Maybe I should have been more of a parent for her.”

The sergeant simply nodded.

“What exactly would you do to Bethany?” Emma asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe around twenty licks with an old leather belt I keep in my locker? Something like that, anyhow.”

Emma considered the suggestion. “And what would I get?”

“You’re thinking about taking a spanking too?”

“Like you said, we’re just talking, off the record.”

“I’d say about the same.”

“It sounds a lot,” Emma mused.

“Maybe, maybe not. I guess it would light your backsides up aplenty. You’d both know you’ve been made to pay the price. But you also need to weigh up the alternatives.”

Emma smiled. “It’s a long time since I got spanked for being a naughty girl.”

Sergeant Mills chuckled. “So, where are we? Do you want me to talk to Bethany? See how she feels about all this? What she decides might have some bearing on what you choose.”

“It might be better for it to come from me.”

“Fine with me. Okay, let me take you back to her.”

The sergeant released Mrs Harris from the ring on the table and made a point of refastening the handcuffs behind the woman’s back, surreptitiously gaining another close-up view of Emma’s backside. She led her back to the cells, released the handcuffs and pushed Emma back into the first cell. Bethany, looking extremely worried, stood up.

“You can chat through the bars,” Sergeant Mills remarked before leaving them alone.

“What happened? You were gone for so long,” Bethany whined.

“Yes, the sergeant and I had a long talk about things.”

“What was there to talk about? Isn’t it all fixed? Don’t we face a judge? Don’t I get thrown out of school? Don’t you get thrown out of your job? Say, they wouldn’t send us to prison, would they? What would happen to me?”

“Calm down, Beth. You’d better sit down. You might not want to hear this.”

That made Bethany even more worried. She sat back down on her bunk bed, facing her mother.

“So, what gives?”

“The sergeant has a little plan that would mean we both avoid prosecution and you stay at school and I keep my job.”

“Wow, that’s great,” Bethany remarked, looking greatly relieved. “Isn’t it?” She queried when her mother continued to appear anxious.

“There’s a huge price to pay.”

“Okay. Tell me.”

“The sergeant thinks a sound spanking would do you more good than a court appearance.”

Bethany looked surprised. “Okay,” she said apprehensively.

“Apparently, you’re not a complete stranger to a spanking.”

“Sorry?”

“At school? Something about being late with your homework?”

“Oh, that? She knows about that?”

“Yes, she did some checking on us both. You agreed to a paddling despite my insisting you were not to be subject to corporal punishment.”

“It was just that most of the other girls always took swats rather than Saturday detention. I guess I kind of wanted to find out what it was like, and also it might have looked bad if I didn’t do the same.”

“Seriously? You wanted to find out what a spanking felt like?”

“I mean, like I didn’t want to appear a coward by not taking swats with them. And I didn’t particularly relish a Saturday detention.”

“I suppose I can see your point. So, does that mean you might want to think about the sergeant’s offer?”

“What exactly is the offer?”

“Around twenty lashes with a leather strap. It wasn’t a firm offer, more of a possible suggestion. We might need to clarify that before we accept.”

“We?”

“I’m still your mother.”

“True,” Bethany agreed, still slightly puzzled by her mother’s use of the word ‘we’.

“Well? Would you consider a strapping?”

“Would the sergeant be doing it?”

“Yes, I think so.” Mrs Harris thought back to her conversation with Sergeant Mills. “Yes, I think we can safely assume she would be the one to wield the strap. Apparently, she keeps a suitable implement in her locker.”

“You think she’d enjoy doing it?”

“I think she would, yes. I think she’d really like to do it. Does that matter?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t done anything to deserve it. But, what about you? What happens to you, mom?”

Emma Harris coughed. The next bit was going to be hard to articulate.

“Um.” She coughed again. “Um, I got offered the same deal.”

“What? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, Bethany. I mean I have to take twenty licks with the strap too.”

Bethany burst out laughing.

“Bethany!”

“That’s just so funny, mom. After being so against corporal punishment, you’re going to take a spanking yourself? With a strap? That’s hilarious!”

Emma Harris’s face went bright red.

“I don’t find it amusing, Bethany! It’s just that, well, I could keep my job, we wouldn’t lose my income, I wouldn’t have to appear in court, my name wouldn’t appear in the local paper, no one would know except us and the sergeant. As awful as it sounds, I have to admit it would solve a lot of issues.”

“So, how does the sergeant intend to do it, and where?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t go into any kind of detail.”

“Do we get to watch each other being spanked?”

“I don’t know, Bethany!”

“You’ve never been spanked before, have you, mom?”

“Actually, a couple of times, back when I was young and stayed with my grandmaw and grandpaw during summer vacation.

“You never told me.”

“It wasn’t something I was proud of, and I found the experience quite humiliating. Anyway, do I take it from your attitude that you’d like to accept the sergeant’s offer?”

“She really wants to spank your ass too? That’s kind of cute.”

“Bethany! It is not cute! It is extremely weird. It’s just that it would solve a lot of our problems. Nothing more.”

“I’m kind of looking forward to seeing you get your bottom spanked!”

“Bethany! This is serious!”

“Okay. Here’s how I see it. It doesn’t take long to get even twenty spanks, and then it’s all over bar the sore butt. We then get on with our lives like normal. That does have its attractions.”

“And the humiliation?”

“Appearing in court would also be humiliating.”

“True.”

“And around here, everyone would find out.”

“Also true. So, you think we should take the spankings?”

“I’d like to, anyway. What you do is up to you.”

“I think we both have to do the same.”

“So, don’t spoil it for me.”

“Okay.” Emma Harris sat down on the bunk in her cell and lost herself in thought.

They had to wait another ten minutes before Sergeant Mills returned.

“So, have you girls come to a decision yet?”

“I guess I have to do what’s best for my daughter, sergeant,” Mrs Harris replied before Bethany could get a word in. “Yes, we’d like to accept your offer of, er, alternative justice.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes, both of us,” Emma confirmed, aware of her smirking daughter looking intently at her.

“Can we ask what exactly you intend to do to us, sergeant?” Bethany asked.

“Of course. I’ve been thinking. When I was speaking with your mom, Bethany, I mentioned I’d maybe take an old leather strap from my locker and give you each something like twenty licks.”

Bethany nodded thoughtfully. “Do we get to keep our pants on?”

The sergeant grinned evilly. “I do believe the leather strap is best applied to the naked behind, to achieve the best effect you understand.”

“So, pants and panties down, huh sergeant?”

“Correct, young lady.”

Bethany nodded thoughtfully. “So, we going to do this mom?”

Her mother cringed. “It would solve a lot of problems, I guess. This is all just between the three of us, isn’t it sergeant?”

“It is.”

“What happens when we’ve had our spankings?” Mrs Harris persisted.

“Then you’re free to go.”

“So, can we get this over and done with, please sergeant?”

“Sure, I’ll go fetch what we need and I’ll be right with you.”

“Should we start getting ready, mom? Like, take our pants and panties off now?” Bethany asked when they were alone. “The sergeant’s clearly going to whop our bare asses. No point in wasting time.”

“Better hold on there, Bethany. Maybe the sergeant will want to watch us humiliate ourselves baring our butts. Maybe she’d even like to do that part herself. Best wait until she gets back.”

“You’re taking this very calmly, mom.”

“I’m just thinking about keeping my job, our home and your school.”

“I get that.”

Further conversation stopped when sergeant Mills returned to the cell area dragging with her a small chair with one hand while the other carried an eighteen inch long piece of brown leather strap. It appeared about an inch and a half wide.

“Okay ladies, who is going first?”

The sergeant placed the chair down and turned to look at mother and daughter in turn. Emma Harris felt she ought to volunteer for her daughter’s sake, but was not able to quite find the words, so she hesitated.

“Guess I’d better show you how it’s done, eh mom?” Bethany offered.

Sergeant Mills unlocked Bethany’s cell and held the door open. As the seventeen-year-old stepped out, the sergeant noted the girl was a little shorter than her mother with a slightly heavier frame. She was wearing black leggings that tightly molded themselves around her ample round bottom. Knowing the sergeant was looking, she half-turned to give the officer a good view.

“How do you want me?” Bethany asked.

“You just slip your pants and underwear down and bend over the back of this little old chair, honey.”

Bethany took hold of the back rail of the chair and surveyed what she had been asked to do. She stuck her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her leggings and wriggled her bottom as she pushed them down to her knees. She was wearing white panties with little red flowers printed, and slowly eased them down with another couple of wriggles until they joined her leggings around her knees. Finally, she eased herself over the back of the chair and pushed her head down until it was touching the hard wooden seat of the chair.

“That’s fine, honey. Have you done this before?” the sergeant joked. “Like when you got paddled at school, maybe?”

“Something similar, except my butt wasn’t naked like it is now, sergeant!”

Sergeant Mills chuckled, then stood by Bethany’s side and pushed the girl’s T-shirt further up before placing her hand firmly on the naked back, thus holding the girl in place.

“Here we go!”

As Bethany gripped the side rails of the seat of the chair, bracing herself so she would be able to hold her position, she felt the sergeant’s hand holding the leather strap caress her bottom cheeks. The air felt cold on her now naked bottom, warmed only by the sergeant’s gentle caress. And then the spanking began.

“Ouch!” Bethany cried out, more by the surprise of the sharp smack than the intensity.

Spank after spank from the leather strap rained down on Bethany’s unprotected bottom, appearing to get harder and harder as the spanking progressed. Soon, Bethany was feeling sore all over her bottom, each spank sending a sharp dose of pain on top of the one before. The sergeant seemed to be working her way around the entirety of her backside, leaving no portion untouched. An initial attempt to count the number of spanks soon got lost.

“Steady, sergeant,” Bethany’s mother called from her cell as she witnessed the harsh spanking being meted out on her daughter.

“Don’t worry, Emma. She can take it, can’t you Bethany?”

“I-I guess,” Bethany stuttered as she took one hand off the chair to wipe away some of the tears now falling down her cheeks and onto her long hair.

It seemed longer, but after little more than four minutes of slow methodical spanking, the sergeant stopped.

“Okay, Bethany, I reckon you’re done. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I-I have,” she replied through her tears.

“Let’s pull your panties up, shall we?”

The sergeant gently tugged Bethany’s panties up her legs and let them rest just beneath her buttocks, leaving the seventeen year old to do the rest. With the panties back in place, and Bethany now standing more or less upright, the sergeant pulled the black leggings up and let the girl slip the waistband around her, a move that molded the leggings back around the girl’s bottom.

“Thank you,” Bethany said tearfully as she turned away, not at all sure what she was thanking the sergeant for. As she plodded slowly back into her cell, Bethany commented, “Wow! That really smarts!”

“Kind of the idea,” Sergeant Mills replied. “Hopefully, it might just make you think twice about indulging in illegal substances. Maybe you’ll even consider sticking to the speed limit too!”

Bethanny didn’t reply. She stood leaning on the bars of the cell wall with one hand and rubbing her sore bottom with the other.

Sergeant Mills then unlocked Emma Harris’s cell door.

Bethany looked briefly at her mother as Emma Harris exited her cell and joined Sergeant Mills at the back of the chair.

“This is ridiculous, sergeant!”

“Emma, your daughter stepped up and took her spanking as she agreed. You’re going to look pretty spineless if you don’t do the same. You broke the law just as much as Bethany did, and you agreed the, shall we call it, the sentence. Time to pay your dues, and maybe keep your daughter’s respect for you.”

Emma Harris looked round at Bethany, still rubbing her backside but keeping a close eye on that was happening between her mother and the sergeant. Bethany’s expression gave little idea of her real thoughts, while Emma had mixed feelings between wanting to uphold her part of the bargain struck with the sergeant and not wanting to humiliate herself by bending over the chair for the sergeant to spank her.

“There ain’t too many job opportunities around these parts, honey,” Sergeant Mills reminded her.

“Okay, you win.”

Emma Reached for the zip at the front of her smart suit pants and slid it down, followed by unbuttoning the waistband. She looked round at the sergeant and saw her every move was being closely watched. Slowly, she eased the pants down until they slipped down her slender legs and bunched around her ankles. Emma was wearing pale blue high-cut panties with white edging, and she quickly pushed them to join her pants. She bent over the back of the chair, forced her head down low and gripped the sides of the seat with both hands.

“There! Now that didn’t hurt a bit, did it?” Sergeant Mills commented as she admired Emma’s trim bottom.

With Bethany chuckling in the background, more from embarrassment at seeing her mother in this position, Emma Harris blushed bright red. She already felt humiliated and even ludicrous at having to bare her bottom for a spanking at the age of forty-one. She reminded herself it was going to be better than ending up in court where she would receive equally unpleasant consequences, and most likely lose her job, the job she needed desperately to support herself and Bethany.

Emma glanced round at the sergeant, who seemed practically to be licking her lips at the prospect of having Emma at her mercy.

“Why sergeant, you ain’t having second thoughts about spankin’ my ass, now are you?” Emma feigned a southern accent, attempting to persuade the sergeant to hasten and finally bring her torment to an end.

The sergeant chuckled, and used her fingertips to pat to Emma’s naked left buttock. “Okay, lady, here we go.”

Emma cringed at the touch, but this wasn’t the time to protest. She steadied herself in preparation for the first swing of the heavy leather strap. Of course, it would be painful. She just didn’t realize how painful.

“Sheeesh!!” Emma exclaimed as Sergeant Mills lashed the leather strap across her naked backside. As if to emphasise the experience, she wriggled her hips from side to side, trying to mitigate the pain.

“Emma, I really don’t need a moving target,” Sergeant Mills stated. “Keep your butt still so I can get a good accurate swing.”

“That damn thing hurts!” Emma protested.

“I know. That’s the point. You are being punished, Emma.”

“Yes, I’m kind of getting that, sergeant!”

With Mrs Harris now still, the officer applied the second stroke, which landed with a mighty thud. Again, the woman writhed and squirmed her hips. This time, though, she settled back into position of her own accord and held still. Sergeant Mills rewarded her with a third swing of the strap.

As Emma Harris writhed from the agony that spread right across her backside, she looked up and saw her daughter watching every move.

“See what you got us into, Beth? Are you satisfied now?”

“Sorry, mom,” was all Bethany could think of to say.

“Oooouch!! You and I will be having a serious discussion about your future behavior, young lady!” Mrs Harris replied, just after the leather strap lashed her bottom again.

“Maybe you ought to find yourself a leather strap of your own, Emma,” Sergeant Mills said with a chuckle. “Carry on where I left off.”

“Eeeesh!! No, but she’s grounded for a month of Sundays!”

“Mom!”

As the swings of the strap continued, mother and daughter remained silent, except for Emma Harris’s cries and screams whenever she felt the impact of the heavy leather against her bare backside.

“How many more, for god’s sake?” Mrs Harris asked as tears now flowed down her face.

“You lost count, honey? Don’t worry, I haven’t. Four more to come. You ready for it?”

“Yes! Please, just get on and do it!”

The officer duly obliged by lashing the strap across the woman’s bare bottom with as much force as she could muster.

“Yeeeoow!!”

“Three more.”

“Yeeeessshhh!!!”

Quickly, the sergeant whipped the leather strap three more times across Emma’s now very red sore bottom.

“There, that’s you done.”

The breath having been knocked out of her, Emma Harris slowly eased herself up from her bending stance over the back of the chair. She gingerly explored the damage to her backside with the fingers of her left hand while the right held on to the top rail of the chair to prevent herself from falling over.

“Take all the time to steady yourself,” Sergeant Mills said softly as she stared down at Emma’s naked bottom.

Bethany came out of her cell and took hold of her mother’s shoulders. “Let me help you, mom.”

“Can I get dressed now? Please!” Emma asked, still struggling to cope with the pain as she reached down for her pants and underwear.

“Sure, you can. Shall I leave you two ladies for a few minutes to get yourselves sorted out, then I’ll escort you off the premises.”

“Are you okay, mom?” Bethany asked as her mother pulled her underwear and pants up just enough to limp sorely back inside her cell.

“I’ve felt better, to be honest, Bethany.”

“Yes, mom. Sorry, mom.”

“You’d better be!”

“Mom, you’re not really going to ground me, are you? I mean, I took my spanking like we agreed.”

Emma Haris grimaced as she finally eased her panties back into place around her sore backside.

“Why? Would you prefer I spank you in future?”

“Maybe. Not just now, mom.”

They both burst into laughter.

The End

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