Tessa Miller climbed the stairs, went along the hallway and listened at her daughter’s bedroom door. It was silent. Cautiously, she opened the door and peered inside. No daughter! Brandi, her daughter, had certainly come home from school, had enjoyed the family evening meal, and gone up to her room to complete homework. Tessa went inside and checked everywhere, under the bedclothes, under the bed, even inside the tall wardrobe, but Brandi definitely was not there. After checking all the bedrooms and the bathroom, Tessa returned downstairs and went into the lounge.

“Jeff, Brandi’s not there! No wonder it was so quiet.”

“Not there? So, where is she?”

“Jeni, do you know where Brandi is?” Tessa asked their younger daughter aged fourteen.

Jeni sighed, then replied simply, “No.”

“Jeni? Are you telling the truth?” Jeff asked. “It’s gone nine o’clock and a seventeen-year-old should not be out on her own. It’s not safe.”

“She didn’t say anything to me,” Jeni said with an exaggerated shake of her head, seemingly more interested in the TV program she was watching.

“Should we call the cops?” Tessa asked her husband.

Jeff thought for a minute. “Why not phone Marge Whitlaw? See if Brandi isn’t just visiting her Mary. They’re best friends, aren’t they?”

“Good idea.” Tessa picked up the telephone and called Mary’s mother. “Hey Marge, sorry to disturb you, but is Brandi there?”

“Brandi? No, Mary’s forbidden to have friends round while she’s grounded. Why do you ask?”

“Because I just checked Brandi’s room and she’s not there. She was supposed to be doing homework.”

“Hold on, didn’t you also ground Brandi after she broke curfew on their late night out together on Saturday? Let me check Mary is actually in her room. She’s supposed to be doing homework up there too.”

“Okay, I’ll hold.”

Several minutes passed, and then Marge was back at the telephone. “Tessa? Mary’s not in her room. She’s nowhere in the house.”

“So, they’ve both ignored their groundings and gone off somewhere?”

“It looks like it. What shall we do?”

“I suppose, if they’re together, they’re safer that way. That’s one good thing at least.”

“As long as they stay together.”

“Hold on,” Tessa called to her younger daughter, “Jeni, come here. Now this is serious. Do you have any idea where your sister might have gone? We’re on the point of calling the cops now.”

“Um,” Jeni hesitated, despite her mother’s obvious fear and concern. “Um, she might have gone to the ‘Redout’.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a bar where they have live bands on some nights,” Tessa’s husband, Jeff, explained.

“With alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Jeni, what makes you think Brandi might have gone to this ‘Redout’ place?” Tessa asked.

“I think there’s a band on tonight that Brandi wanted to see, and they’re only on for one night,” Jeni added, hoping to minimize her parents’ worries and concerned that she was getting her sister into trouble.

“Did you hear that, Marge? They might be at this place called the ‘Redout’.

“I’ve heard of it, Tessa. And I’m not sure I like the idea of my Mary hanging out there.”

“There’s one way to find out if they’re there or not,” Jeff said as he put on his jacket.

“Marge, my Jeff’s going there. Let’s see if he finds the girls before we call the cops, okay?”

“Okay.”

As Jeff opened their front door to leave, a police car pulled up in the street outside. He could see Brandi and Mary sitting in the back.

“Tessa! The girls are here, in the back of a police car.”

“Marge? Did you hear that?” Tessa continued. “Marge, a police car has just stopped outside and Mary and Brandi are with them.”

“Oh god, what have they been up to now?”

“I guess we’ll soon find out. Do you want to come round and collect your Mary?”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Officer!” Jeff called. “We’ve got Mary’s mom coming round right now. She’ll be just a few minutes.”

“Oh, okay.”

The officer, a woman in her mid-forties, opened the rear door of the police car and helped both girls out. They came up to the Miller’s front door and Jeff invited all into their front lounge.

“So what’s been happening?” Jeff asked the officer.

“We found these two young ladies in a bar called ‘Redout’. They both had bottles of beer in their hands. I checked their ages and they’re both under-age for drinking alcohol.”

“So, are they under arrest?”

“Not at present. I decided I would bring them home and see what their parents have to say before deciding on a course of action. I’m Officer Yvonne Fiora.”

“I see. Can I get you coffee, officer, while we wait for Mary’s mom? I think she should be in on any discussion we may have.”

“No coffee, thanks, but yes let’s wait for Mary’s mom.”

Within five minutes, Marge had arrived. The two girls were sent to Brandi’s room while the adults had a conversation.

“Okay, so I need to know how come those two seventeen-year-olds were in a bar drinking alcohol,” Officer Yvonne Fiora requested.

“My Mary was grounded, so she shouldn’t have been out of the house,” Marge declared firmly.

“And the same goes for our Brandi. She was also grounded,” Jeff explained. “Our younger daughter says they had a band playing at this ‘Redout’ place which the girls wanted to see, so that’s why they sneaked out.”

“They both broke their groundings?” Yvonne Fiora queried. “I have to tell you they were both drinking alcohol when I found them, and they tell me they’re both seventeen, under the required age for drinking alcohol. Would you have plans to do something about that?”

“I know what I’ll be doing,” Marge replied. “And you can be sure Mary is going to find sitting down none too comfortable.”

Officer Fiora turned to Jeff and Tessa.

“Oh, well, we don’t usually spank Brandi,” Tessa offered.

“Although maybe we should change that idea,” Jeff added.

“That’s up to you,” Yvonne Fiora said with a smile. “I need to get back on patrol. I’m going to accept you’re all responsible parents, so I won’t press charges on this occasion. But I don’t want to see either girl back in that or any other bar. If I do, they will be arrested and charged. Understand?”

“Understand,” Marge confirmed.

“Yes, understood,” Jeff added.

“You folks might want to consider something a little tougher than grounding,” the officer added as she headed for the door.

With the officer gone, Jeff and the two mothers sat down to discuss the girls’ transgressions.

“I kind of feel that as both girls committed the same offences, they should both receive the same punishment,” Jeff began. “How do we feel about that?”

“Maybe punish them both at the same time?” Marge added.

“Hold on,” Tessa countered. “Are you really going to spank your Mary, Marge? Did you really mean that?”

“I surely did. Why? Aren’t you going to tan your Brandi’s butt?”

“We never have.”

“Then she’s never been so disobedient as she has tonight,” Jeff pointed out.

“So, all of a sudden we start spanking her?” Tessa looked at her husband.

“Hey, it’s late,” Marge said, looking at a small ornamental clock on the mantlepiece. “I’ll be dealing with Mary at, let’s say, seven o’clock tomorrow evening. If you want, bring your Brandi around to my place and we’ll tan their hides together. How about that?”

Marge called Mary down from Brandi’s bedroom and took the shamefaced girl home. Brandi soon came downstairs and into the lounge.

“So, what’s happening?” she asked, looking concerned.

“Okay, so the good news is, you’re not being charged with anything,” Jeff told her.

Brandi nodded as she mulled over her good luck. “So, is that it?”

“Well, first we have to consider what you thought you were doing breaking your grounding, young lady,” Tessa said with a clearly angry tone to her voice. “And then there’s the matter of your drinking alcohol when you’re not old enough.”

“So, extra weeks grounded? How many are you giving me?” Brandi screwed her face up, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“Maybe none,” Jeff replied.

Brandi looked up at her father, doubt written on her face. “None?”

“Marge made it plain your friend Mary is going to experience something different to more weeks grounded,” Tessa replied. “Do you know what Mary is going to get?”

“I guess. I mean, I know she gets spanked. So, I guess she’s in for a spanking. Right?”

“That’s what Marge told us,” Jeff confirmed. “The thing is, you both broke curfew and you both drank alcohol while under-age.”

Brandi pondered what her father had just said, and then suddenly realized the implication. “Whoa! Hold on, you’ve never, like, spanked me.”

“No, but then you were never this disobedient before,” her mother replied.

“But you’ve never really punished me!” Brandi wailed.

“Not totally true,” Tessa argued. “I seem to recall making you stand in the corner for five or ten minutes when you were younger, like we do for Jeni, and grounding you a couple of times now you’re older.”

“That’s been enough, hasn’t it?”

“It wasn’t on this occasion, was it?” Tessa snapped.

“Brandi, you could have been arrested,” Jeff explained. “Then you’d have found yourself in juvenile court.”

“Okay, so I’d have had a fine to pay. So what?”

“We’d have to pay, more likely,” Tessa retorted. “And you’d end up with some kind of record.”

“And the idea of a punishment is to deter you from doing the same thing again,” Jeff added. “Would a fine really do that?”

“So, what are you saying? Decision made. I’m to be spanked, right?”

“I don’t know,” her mother answered. “Maybe.”

“Look, it’s late and we need to get to bed,” her father added. “Mary will be getting her spanking at seven o’clock tomorrow evening. The plan is, we go round to their place and you girls can be punished together. Nothing is set in stone, but that is one option. Okay?”

“And what say, exactly, do I have in the matter?” Brandi asked, wiping a tear away that trickled down the side of her face.

“Just think it over,” Jeff suggested in a more conciliatory tone. “What would it do for your friendship if Mary got spanked and you didn’t? Would she think that was fair? It might be best all round if you accepted you deserve the same as Mary and took your punishment willingly.”

“Okay. Can I go to bed now?” Brandi felt the need to escape from the conversation.

Upstairs in her bedroom, Brandi changed into her pajamas and lay down on her bed. She called Mary on her cellphone.

“Mary? How’s things over at your place?”

“Not good. Mom’s got me booked in for a spanking at seven o’clock tomorrow evening.”

“So I heard.”

“I guess it’ll get it all over with, at least. What’s happening to you? Extended grounding? I think I’d hate that.”

“Um, there’s talk of us all coming round to your place tomorrow evening.”

“To watch me being spanked? That’s gross!”

“So you and I can both get spanked.”

“What? But your parents don’t spank you. They never have, have they?”

“No, but breaking curfew, drinking alcohol and getting brought home in a police car has got them thinking.”

“Wow! How do you feel about that?”

“Not great. I mean, how does your mom do it? What would I be facing here?”

“She keeps a paddle in a drawer in her bedroom. It’s smaller than they use in school, but it’s still made of wood and it still smarts when it’s applied to your butt.”

“OMG! I’ve always been very keen to avoid getting paddled in school.”

“And there’s another thing.”

“What?”

“When it’s just me and mom, then there ain’t nothing between her paddle and my butt, if you catch my drift.”

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

Mary laughed. “I mean you get it on your bare butt, stupid!”

“What? OMG! I can’t believe my parents would do that to me, would they?”

“I don’t know. They’re your parents. Do you think they’d just copy my mom? Hey, you don’t suppose the idea of bringing you round here is so my mom can spank you as well. Could that be the idea?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. But I think the idea is we both get the same, so it would kind of make sense if your mom did me along with you.”

“Maybe if your dad is present, they won’t do it bare. My dad left us when I was five, so I don’t really know how that works.”

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, huh?”

****

The following day, when Brandi came home from school, she was surprised to see her father was also home and drinking coffee with her mother.

“Hey dad, what are you doing home?”

“I got off early, thinking about the family matter we have to sort out.”

Brandi blushed. She got some orange juice from the refrigerator.

“We do have to talk about it, Brandi,” her father continued.

“I guess.”

“So, what do you want to do? Are we going round to Mary and Marge’s place, or do we have to arrange something different?”

“Um, I guess I’ve been thinking about that,” Brandi answered uncertainly. “I mean, Mary says she doesn’t mind if I get punished some other way to her.”

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. “Of course, she may be just saying that.”

“Maybe. Like, I see why we should both get the same punishment. It’s just that I’ve never been spanked before.”

“The fear of it is putting you off?”

“Yes.”

“Fear can be a useful emotion, honey. It can keep you away from danger, and sharpen your judgement of what’s right and what’s wrong.”

“I get that.”

“Your mom and I are not going to force you to take the spanking. You know that.”

“I think I know what I should do. It’s just that I’m scared.”

“Sure.”

Jeff and Tessa poured themselves more coffee, and offered Brandi some more juice, but otherwise they left their daughter to think for herself.

“I have to do it,” Brandi declared suddenly.

“Yes?” Tessa asked cautiously.

“I’ll take the spanking. Can I just ask, who is going to do it?”

“Oh, er, we hadn’t thought about that,” her mother replied, looking at her husband.

“I don’t know,” Jeff added. “Maybe Mary’s mom could do you both?”

“Do you have a preference?” Tessa asked.

“Not really. I was just wondering. I better get my homework done. I might not feel like it later.”

Now alone in the kitchen, Jeff and Tessa carried on talking.

“I guess Marge would do a better job of it,” Jeff suggested. “I mean, she has the experience. Against that, I kind of feel I should take responsibility.”

“Maybe you should stay home and look after Jeni,” Tessa replied pensively. “We shouldn’t leave her here on her own, and I’m sure Brandi wouldn’t want her younger sister watching her getting spanked. Besides, it might not be appropriate for a male to be present.”

“How’s that?”

“We don’t know how Marge spanks. We don’t know what her Mary would be wearing, or how little.”

“What do you mean?” Jeff said, not immediately understanding. After thinking about it, he added, “Oh! Right.”

At a quarter to seven, Brandi presented herself back downstairs.

“You ready to get going?” Jeff asked.

Brandi nodded. Her parents both noticed she had changed from jeans and a T-shirt to wearing a loose-fitting white dress with a floral pattern.

“Okay,” Tessa responded by standing up and taking her car keys off the kitchen counter. “So, your father is going to stay behind with Jeni. It’s just you and me. Okay?”

Brandi looked somewhat relieved.

“Are you really getting spanked?” Jeni looked at her older sister with a large grin on her face. “Can I come and watch?”

“No, you can’t, young lady,” her mother said firmly. “Come on, Brandi.”

Mary and Marge’s house was only a five minute walk away, prompting Brandi to ask, “Why are we taking your car, mom?”

“Just in case you’re a bit upset after, you know,” Tessa answered. “You might not want the neighbors to see you.”

“Then, I might not want to sit on the way home either.” Brandi smiled.

“You’re taking this very calmly.”

“I guess. I mean, like I’ve made my decision and while I know it’s likely going to hurt, it won’t kill me, and I’ve always been fascinated by how Mary gets spanked, so now I’m going to find out, aren’t I?”

“I guess you are. Um, How would you feel if Marge was to do the spanking?”

“For me, you mean? Yes, I’m fine with that. Or you can do it if you want.”

“Maybe I’ll see how Marge does it and keep it in mind for the future.” It was Tessa’s turn to smile.

“Mom! That’s not funny!”

They arrived at their destination and were invited into the front lounge.

“Hey,” Brandi said as she found Mary sitting on the sofa. She noted her friend was wearing short pale green shorts and a plain white T-shirt.

“Hey, y’all.”

“I take it you’ve decided Brandi is getting spanked too, huh?” Marge asked.

“She kind of volunteered actually.”

“Really? Good on you, Brandi. That’s a brave decision.”

Brandi smiled sheepishly.

“So, how are we doing this?” Marge continued.

“I’m a total novice at this,” Tessa answered. “We’ll be guided by you, Marge.”

“Okay, so which of us is going to spank Brandi?”

“I’m not sure,” Tessa hesitated. “I’m steering towards you doing both girls, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Fine with me.” Marge looked at Brandi, half expecting her to object. When she didn’t, Marge continued. “Okay, so let’s get you girls organized. I’ll draw the curtains in case we get nosy neighbors. Brandi, could you go into the kitchen and bring me one of the chairs set around the kitchen table? And Mary, could you go up into my bedroom and fetch, well, you know what to fetch, don’t you?”

“You’re okay watching your Brandi getting a spanking, are you, Tessa?” Marge asked when they were alone.

“I guess,” Tessa replied. “I’ve told Brandi I’m treating this as a learning experience,” she added with a laugh. “I won’t interfere, anyhow.”

“Since we’re all girls together, so to speak, I’m thinking they won’t need to have their butts covered, if you know what I mean.”

“Sorry?” Tessa pondered the remark. “Oh, yes, I get you. I was wondering why Brandi chose to wear a loose-fitting dress. I guess she kind of had that in mind as a possibility.”

At that point, Brandi returned to the front lounge with a plain pine chair from the kitchen. “Where do you want it?” she asked.

“Put it down in the center here.” Marge pointed to an area clear of other furniture. “Yes, that’s perfect,” she added when Brandi set the chair down.

“Are we going to bend over the back of the chair? Brandi asked, looking at it. “Isn’t it a little high?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” Marge responded. “I’ve got it covered. You’ll all be comfortable enough. Well, maybe not so much for your bottoms, anyhow.”

Mary came noisily down the stairs and into the lounge. She handed her mother a small wooden paddle no more than eighteen inches long and four inches wide. It was made of a light-colored wood, about three quarters of an inch thick, and one end had been cut away to form a handle.

Marge sat down on the chair Brandi had brought from the kitchen. “Tessa, why don’t you come round in front of me so you get a good view of things? I don’t know which of you girls would like to go first. Maybe Brandi, so you don’t fret about what you see me doing with Mary?”

“No, it’s okay,” Brandi quickly responded, and took a step back.

“You sure?” Mary queried with an inquisitive look at Brandi.

Brandi nodded vigorously.

Mary then stepped forward and stood by her seated mother’s right side. Without being asked, she leaned down and then worked her way down onto her mother’s lap. After a little repositioning by Marge, Mary lay still and waited.

Firstly, Marge pulled her daughter’s pale green shorts down, helped by the elastic waistband. Underneath the shorts, Mary had on brief white panties decorated with a pattern of small bears. Brandi watched as Marge slowly worked the panties down off her daughter’s bottom and down to her knees.

“Okay, here we go,” Marge announced as she began spanking her daughter with the small paddle.

Brandi saw her friend flinch as each stroke of the paddle landed, and saw Mary’s bottom quickly becoming more and more red and sore-looking. Soon, Mary became more agitated. She started crying out with little whimpers, and Marge put her free arm around her daughter’s waist to hold her still.

Tessa looked across at Brandi, wondering how she was coping with watching the spanking continue. “You okay?” she asked when Marge paused to reposition Mary on her lap.

Brandi nodded, tight-lipped. She had watched every spank being applied to her friend’s bottom and noted the way she had kept as still as she was able, despite it being clearly quite painful. Would she be able to do the same? The last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself by screaming and crying as that little paddle pounded her own backside. She continued to watch when the spanking resumed. She could see bruises forming on Mary’s soft white buttocks, and recalled the joke she had made when she and her mother were driving here. Perhaps sitting on the car seat would actually be too much to endure.

Brandi’s thoughts were interrupted when she realized the spanking had stopped and Marge was carefully removing Mary’s panties and shorts from around her ankles. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

All was explained when Marge told her daughter, “Go stand facing that wall. Keep your T-shirt rolled up so we can see your butt. Go, girl!” She flicked Mary’s bottom with her fingers as the girl headed for the wall. “And don’t try to rub your butt unless you want another spell across my knee!” She picked up her daughter’s panties and shorts and placed them on a nearby armchair.

Mary grimaced towards Brandi as she obeyed her mother.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spank your daughter, Tessa?” Marge asked.

“No, please, you do it.”

“Okay. Brandi, you come here.”

Brandi felt her legs shaking as she moved forward to stand by Marge’s right. She looked anxiously down at her friend’s mother, wondering if she should immediately get down onto the waiting lap.

“Brandi, it might be an idea to take that dress of yours off, save getting it crinkled? Besides, you might find it awkward holding it up when you have to do your wall-time.”

Brandi looked at her mother.

“I’ll help you,” Tessa responded. She came over to her daughter and started pulling the zip down at the back of Brandi’s dress. Then she slipped the short sleeves off Brandi’s shoulders, and the dress slipped down to her ankles. Brandi stepped carefully out of the dress and Tessa picked it up and folded it neatly before returning to her watching position. Brandi now stood in lemon yellow and panties and white bra.

“Okay, now you can get yourself across my lap,” Marge ordered.

Brandi hesitated. It felt awkward leaning down and she didn’t know where to put her hands. Tessa then grabbed Brandi’s arm and pulled her down until she flopped involuntarily across Marge’s lap.

“Get yourself nice and comfortable. You’re going to be here for a few minutes!”

Brandi wriggled around until she felt fully supported by Marge’s lap. Her legs dangled down one side and she reached down for the carpeted floor on the other.

“Is this okay?” Brandi asked quietly, finding it odd to be collaborating in the preparations for her own punishment.

“Yep, that’s just fine, honey. That’s got your butt in just the right place. Now all you got to do is hold nice and still while I tan your backside. But first, I need to pull your panties down.”

“Okay.” It felt almost like an act of surrender as Brandi allowed her panties to be eased down off her hips and bottom and down to her knees. She even raised her hips, one at a time, to facilitate her backside being bared.

“You got a cute butt, honey,” Marge remarked. “Now you just keep still while I give you the tanning you deserve.”

“I’ll try,” Brandi just managed to say before the first spanks started landing. She flinched and gave out little grunts and cries, wishing she could be more stoical like Mary had been.

Tessa, as she watched, also jerked slightly as each spank landed on her daughter’s bottom. She felt both guilty she was allowing Brandi to be spanked, but also appreciative that her daughter was getting a meaningful punishment.

Brandi looked round at her mother, but couldn’t read her thoughts from the expression on her face. Any idea Brandi had that her mother might intervene seemed non-existent, and anyway she didn’t really want that. Perhaps her mother actually liked seeing her daughter get a severe punishment for once in her life. And this felt like a severe punishment to Brandi. The spanks really hurt and Marge was showing no signs of stopping, however loud Brandi’s little cries became.

Marge placed her free forearm on Brandi’s back and pinned her down, perhaps anticipating that Brandi might soon start resisting. Now Brandi had no choice but to lay there and allow her bottom to be made more and more sore. Brandi started to wonder how her backside looked now. She looked away from her mother and could just see Mary standing facing the wall, her butt still looking very sore and painful.

Just when Brandi began to wonder how much more of this spanking she could endure, it stopped. She felt Marge reaching down and pulling her panties off her feet.

“Okay, honey, you’re done. Now you have to go and stand next to Mary and face the wall for ten minutes. Okay?”

“Okay.” Brandi struggled to her feet and put both hands on her bottom.

“Hey! Hands away from your butt!” Marge cautioned. “Any more of that and I’ll put you across my lap for some more. Do you hear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brandi took her hands away and staggered across the room to stand next to Mary. They exchanged grimaces.

Tessa collected up her daughter’s panties along with her dress.

“So, what do you think?” Marge asked.

Tessa nodded. “Did you say they have to stand facing the wall for ten minutes? What’s that all about?”

“It gives them time to reflect on what got them deserving punishment, and their butts will be feeling sore. The immediate effects start to wear off after a few minutes, but while they’re standing there their butts will be smarting. They’ll want to rub the pain away, but that’s forbidden. It’s just a neat little addition to the punishment.”

Tessa nodded as she considered Marge’s words.

“Times up, Mary. Come get your panties and shorts. Brandi, you have another seven minutes to stand there.” Marge turned to Tessa. “Or maybe as this is your first time, we’ll let you off the full ten minutes?”

Before Tessa could answer, Brandi said, “No, it’s okay. I’ll do my time.”

Mary came away from the wall and found her clothing, which she put on despite her mother and Tessa watching her. Once dressed, she came across to Marge and put her arms around her.

“Thanks, mom. I’m sorry I misbehaved.”

“That’s okay, honey. It’s all done and dusted now.”

Tessa was surprised by the show of affection between Marge and Mary, and began wondering how Brandi would feel when her time against the wall was over. Tessa and Brandi had always been close, but would that change now?

“Let’s have coffee,” Marge suggested, and she and Tessa left the lounge and went out into the kitchen, Marge taking the kitchen chair with her.

“You okay?” Mary asked Brandi when they were alone.

“I guess,” Brandi answered, turning away from the wall.

“Hey! Don’t do that. If mom hears and doesn’t find you still facing the wall you will get another spanking for sure.”

“Really?” Brandi reluctantly turned back and resumed her position.

“Yes, really.”

As if to prove the point, Marge came back into the lounge and picked up her small wooden paddle. “Don’t be tempted to shift from that position until I’ve said you can,” she said to Brandi.

Once they were alone again, Mary stood close behind her friend and said, “I just knew she’d come back.”

“I guess she wanted to catch me out, huh?” Brandi asked.

“Most likely. Good job she didn’t catch you.”

“Thanks for the warning. The way my butt feels, I don’t want to go over your mom’s lap again for a while.”

“For a while? Are you expecting her to spank you again some time?”

“If I deserved it. I kind of feel better about it than getting another grounding, actually.”

“Yeh, I know what you mean.”

Several minutes passed, and then Marge and Tessa returned.

“Okay, you’re time’s up,” Marge told Brandi.

“Get dressed, Brandi,” her own mother added. “We’ll collect a take-away on the way home. Whatever you prefer, okay?”

“Sounds good, mom,” Brandi said as she first took her panties and put them on. “How about a Chinese?”

“Sure. Let me help you with your dress.”

After saying their goodbyes, Brandi and her mother got back in their car. As they drove towards the local Chinese take-away, Tessa noted her daughter had little apparent difficulty sitting in the front passenger seat.

“Not too uncomfortable sitting there, I presume?” Tessa observed.

“Well, like I know I’ve been spanked, but it’s just kind of tingly now. I might need a cushion for those hard old dining chairs we’ve got though.”

“Maybe sitting on a hard chair should be part of your punishment,” Tessa suggested.

Brandi giggled. “You know, I kind of like you being a strict mom.”

The End

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