“That will be three pounds twenty, please, Mrs Barker,” Susan Tyrell said as she tapped the prices of several items into the computerised till. “Five pounds? That will be one pound eighty change.”
“Thank you, Susan. How’s school?”
“Fine, thank you, Mrs Barker. Exams next month, though.”
“You’ll be fine, Susan. Upper sixth next year?”
“I hope so.”
The customer took the change, placed the items into a shopping bag and turned to leave. As she opened the door to leave the shop, Susan’s mother, Helen Tyrell, entered.
“Hi, mum. Out shopping? What can I get you?”
Susan was not at all surprised to see her mother come into the shop. They lived locally and both were well-known to the shop owner, John Wilson, as regular customers. Indeed, it was this friendly relationship that got Susan her Saturday job working in the convenience store.
“Nothing for the moment, Susan. Is John around?”
“He’s upstairs having a private chat with Jenny. She’s the other Saturday girl. Shall I call him?”
“Just tell him I’m here. He is expecting me.”
“Oh, okay.” Susan went out into the corridor to the bottom of the stairs leading to the shopkeeper’s flat over the shop, thinking it was a little odd for her mother to have what sounded like a pre-arranged appointment. “John! My mum’s here!”
When Susan went back into the shop, she sensed a tense atmosphere between herself and her mother. Neither, though, said anything. Soon, John, a middle-aged man with close-cut black hair greying at the temples, came down the stairs with the other Saturday girl, Jenny, and they both came into the shop.
“Can you look after things for a while, Jenny? I need to have a chat with Susan and her mother upstairs.”
“Yes, of course, John. No problem,” Jenny replied, something of a smirk on her face which Susan didn’t understand.
“Let’s go upstairs and have a cup of tea,” John suggested, and he led the way with Mrs Tyrell and Susan following.
“The kettle has just boiled. I’ll fetch the tea. Do sit down, ladies,” John said as he showed Susan and her mother into the combined lounge and dining area of the flat above the shop. He joined them a few minutes later and sat down in an armchair, while Susan and her mother sat on a sofa. The tea was poured, and everything seemed friendly enough, although Susan was left feeling something must be wrong.
“We have a little bit of a problem, Susan,” John began.
Susan frowned. She began wondering whether she had made some dreadful mistake. Had she overcharged or seriously undercharged a customer? Had she been rude to anyone? She couldn’t recall anything.
“As you know, Susan, we sell cigarettes. Technically, being that you are just seventeen, I really should be present whenever you sell any, although I accept there might have been the odd time when perhaps I was upstairs or out the back. That might be a little tricky legally speaking, but perhaps not too important, especially if the customer is well known here.”
Susan nodded, trying to remember an occasion when she’d sold cigarettes in John’s absence. Nothing came to mind.
“Cigarettes being what they are these days,” John continued. “I keep a very close eye on sales and on our stock of tobacco products.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve never sold cigarettes when you haven’t been there, John,” Susan argued. “And you are always on the premises, if not actually in the shop.”
“Maybe you didn’t sell to some third party, Susan?”
“I’m sorry, John. I don’t understand.”
Her mother interrupted. “Susan, last Saturday you came home and I smelt cigarette smoke on your clothes. As you well know, I’m very much against smoking, so I’m very sensitive to the smell.”
“Yes Susan, we’re not suggesting you sold cigarettes to anyone you shouldn’t, except perhaps to yourself,” John added. “It’s sort of a double whammy. Too young to buy them and too young to sell them.”
A tear trickled down the side of Susan’s face as she realised she’d been caught red-handed. She was not used to misbehaving, let alone doing anything that might be illegal. “I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I just wanted to try one, that’s all.”
John Wilson tut-tutted. “Oh Susan, they are so addictive. One can easily lead to another, and so on until, before you know it, you can’t do without them.”
“Very true,” Mrs Tyrell confirmed. “It’s a nasty filthy habit, which is why I told you what I’d do if I ever caught you smoking.”
Susan blushed.
“And I believe your school are pretty strict about it too, aren’t they?” John added. “What would be the punishment if they caught you smoking, Susan?”
Susan coughed nervously. “It can mean the cane, I think.”
“Would mean the cane, I think, Susan, from what I’ve heard,” John replied.
“John’s right, isn’t he?”
“I think so, mum.”
“Now, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this,” John continued. “But if the authorities became aware of what you did I could be fined a lot of money, a lot of money.”
“I don’t think anyone here wants to go reporting things to the authorities, John,” Mrs Tyrell said calmly. “But presumably Susan has lost her job here?”
“That would be a shame, Mrs Tyrell. Susan’s a good worker and a nice girl to have around,” John argued. “I wouldn’t want to fire her over a silly thing like this. Perhaps there’s some other way. I think it’s only right Susan faces some sanction, some little punishment to reinforce the message.”
“Oh, you can rest assured Susan will be spending some time face-down across my lap getting her bottom tanned, John,” Mrs Tyrell said firmly. “Just as soon as I get her home.”
Susan blushed again. “Mum!”
John smiled at Susan. “That won’t do you any harm, Susan. If it stops you smoking in the future, one day you’ll be grateful. I just feel I should also impose some sanction, although for the life of me I can’t think what I can do.”
“What if I were to spank her in front of you, John?” Mrs Tyrell suggested. “Perhaps she could then stand in the corner for ten minutes while we have another cup of tea?”
“Uh-huh, yes, that might be sufficient, Mrs Tyrell. Yes indeed.”
“Mum!” Susan hissed with unusual assertiveness. “Mum, I accept I should not have bought the cigarettes. But I paid for them; I didn’t steal them. Other girls in school smoke, and I just wanted to see what it was like. Okay, I shouldn’t have done that, and I deserve to be punished. But can’t we do this at home? Please!”
“Yes, you’ve broken my rule about not smoking, but you’ve also put at risk John’s licence to sell tobacco. You broke the law doing that. Heavens, you could even face prosecution along with John. Surely you realise that, girl!”
Susan bit her lip as she reflected. She nodded slowly.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” was all she could think of to say.
“Perhaps you’d prefer to take a spanking from John and another one from me?” Mrs Tyrell asked.
Susan was shocked. She looked at John, who seemed to almost be licking his lips at the prospect of taking her across his lap. This time she shook her head.
“I know I deserve to be spanked, mum. That’s fair enough. It’s just that I’d prefer it if you did it, mum.”
“Finally, you’re seeing sense, girl. However, in the circumstances, it seems only fitting that John should be a witness, don’t you think?”
Susan bit her lip. She was feeling extremely ashamed, particularly so since it affected John and his business. She desperately wanted to restore her relationship with John, that was for sure. But was allowing him to watch as her mother spanked her the answer? Was there another way she could achieve getting that bond back by less embarrassing means? If there was, it wasn’t coming to her.
“Come along, girl!” her mother pressed her. “You’ve known John all your life. Let’s get you spanked here and now.”
Susan looked at John. She still sensed he’d just love to take her across his lap and slap her bottom with his hand, but maybe he’d settle for watching her mum apply the punishment. Under pressure for a response, Susan finally agreed.
“Okay mum, I guess it’s only fair.”
“Now you’re showing some sense, Susan,” Helen Tyrell declared. “John, might I use one of your dining chairs, please?”
“Of course. Let me get one for you.”
John eagerly stood up and went over to the dining table where he pulled out one chair and brought it into the centre of the room. “Is that okay?”
“That will be fine, John,” Mrs Tyrell said. “Up you get, Susan. Let’s get you dealt with.”
Mother and daughter both stood, Susan more slowly than her mother. John hovered as Mrs Tyrell sat on the dining chair and motioned for Susan to stand by her right side.
“Undo your trousers and push them down, Susan,” directed her mother.
“Mum! No! Let me keep my trousers on,” Susan begged, with a look over her shoulder at John who was studying every move with keen interest.
“I’m sure you’ve got knickers on, girl. That’ll be enough to protect your modesty,” was her mother’s curt response.
With half an eye on John, Susan went to the side zip of her tight-fitting trousers, unfastened the button and slowly slid the zip down. With the trousers now loosened, it was the matter of just a few seconds to push them down to her knees. Susan now stood at her mother’s side with her white top too short to fully conceal her white panties.
“Good girl!” declared her mother. “Now, get yourself across my lap.”
Susan bent over, placing one hand on her mother’s thighs to steady herself as she eased down across the waiting lap. She wriggled about, getting herself in a nicely balanced position that would at the same time offer her bottom to be spanked.
“It looks like you’ve had to do that before, Susan,” John sniggered.
“Not too many times, John,” Mrs Tyrell answered for her daughter. “Susan is generally well-behaved. It’s just sometimes she does silly things. Then she has to pay the price.”
John smiled. Susan was a pear-shaped type of girl, which made her bottom one of her most appealing features. He watched with fascination as Mrs Tyrell pulled Susan’s knickers up so they moulded tightly around her ample bottom and revealed bare flesh on the lower portions of her buttocks.
“Ow!” Susan cried out as the first spank landed, more out of surprise than pain. She remained silent as more spanks followed.
Mrs Tyrell kept a regular pace going, with a smack applied every two seconds, and alternating between right buttock, left buttock and a central spank. After around sixteen spanks, Susan was clearly beginning to feel the effects, and she started wriggling around.
“Keep still, Susan!” Her mother snapped.
“It hurts, mum!”
“Good! Hopefully, it will stop you being so stupid in future.”
With tears starting to flow, Susan looked over her shoulder and saw John watching every smack being landed on the seat of her knickers. He was clearly enjoying the spectacle.
While her bottom was becoming increasingly sore, Susan also began to feel her mother’s thighs pressing into her stomach. She tried to edge forwards a little, but unfortunately her mother took it that she was trying to ease the effects of the spanking. She took Susan’s right arm and folded it behind her back, anchoring her daughter into place across her lap.
“You don’t need to do that, mum!” Susan declared. “I’m taking my spanking as best I can.”
Mrs Tyrell ignored the protest and kept spanking her daughter. After around fifteen more spanks, she finally stopped.
“There! I think that will do. What say you, John?”
“Oh, yes, fine, Mrs Tyrell,” John replied, slightly caught out by the woman suddenly looking up at him. “Yes, from the little bits of her bottom showing below her knickers, it looks like Susan’s bottom is pretty sore.”
Susan immediately blushed when John said he’d been looking at the small areas where her knickers didn’t cover her bottom. She desperately hoped her mother would allow her up very soon.
“Fine. Up you get, Susan, pull your trousers up and go stand in that corner.”
Susan didn’t rush. She slowly eased herself back onto her feet, reached down and tugged her trousers back up. They fitted snugly before the spanking, and now she really struggled to fasten them. Just holding them together, she ambled slowly over to the corner on the opposite side of the room.
“Did we mention another cup of tea, John?” Mrs Tyrell asked with a smile.
“Oh, yes, I’ll put the kettle on.”
John went out into the kitchen to get the kettle warming up, but was soon back in the lounge/dining room. Mrs Tyrell had moved back to the sofa.
“So, is Susan forgiven, John? Can she keep her job here?”
“Absolutely, Mrs Tyrell. Yes, I think she took her spanking with good grace and the matter can be put behind us, so to speak. No pun intended, Susan. I think the kettle must have boiled.”
John went back to the kitchen, made the tea and came back with three cups.
“Susan can have her tea too, can she, Mrs Tyrell?”
“Yes, as long as she stays facing the corner.”
John took one of the cups over to where Susan was standing and held it out for her.
“Careful, it’s hot,” he cautioned.
“Thank you,” Susan replied, still sobbing.
After a few more minutes, Mrs Tyrell called over to her daughter, “Okay, time’s up. Come and sit down, Susan.”
John, now seated in an armchair, watched Susan intently as she returned to the sofa and carefully sat down.
There was very little conversation as they drank their tea.
“Right, well I must be getting along,” Mrs Tyrell announced.
John stood up with her and said, “Yes, thank you for coming in and sorting this little problem out. I’m sure Susan will not be making the same mistake again.”
Susan blushed. As she passed by John, she felt a gentle pat on the seat of her trousers.
The End
© Kenny Walters 2025