by Susan Thomas
Scenes of Domestic Discipline:
Book 3
by
Susan Thomas
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Copyright © September 2015 by Susan Thomas
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This is a work of fiction. It includes adult spanking and some sexual scenes. Any resemblance to actual persons, places or events are purely coincidental.
This third volume of stories by Susan Thomas, based around the common theme of domestic discipline, features the following:
Fantasies: Feeling horny, Emma removes her panties before setting off home from the dinner dance with her husband, Tom. She fantasises about getting home and making love on the rug at the foot of the stairs, only to be spied on by Melissa, their babysitter who then gets spanked by her husband. Back home, Emma and Tom do indeed have great sex but later, upstairs, Emma discovers Melissa spanking herself in her room and ends up putting the babysitter over her knee and finishing the job. Back in her own bedroom Emma confesses to Tom who spanks her with a hairbrush.
Advice: Having trouble controlling her badly behaved teenage daughter, Ann seeks advice from a consultant. He recommends spanking and offers her a hairbrush, but suggests that Ann invite her brother-in-law to spank her rather than her daughter!
A Spanking Shared: When Clare pops round to see her friend Sue after a bout of heavy drinking the night before, she is shocked to discover that she is about to be spanked by Ken, who is apparently Sue's mentor and disciplinarian. After some hesitation, Clare volunteers to take half of Sue's punishment and the two women soon find themselves naked from the waist down and given a thorough spanking.
The Importance of Mothers: When 39-year-old Tracy Morgan moves south to take up a post as a Head teacher, she ends up renting a room in the house of Mrs Wildman, a widow aged around 60. The two soon become friends and following a series of discussions, Mrs Wildman offers to act as Tracy's surrogate mother, a role that will include discipline as and when necessary. A few days later, Tracy receives the first spanking from her landlady who puts her hairbrush to good use. Some time later, Mrs Wildman's daughter, Hannah arrives following an argument with her husband. She, too, receives a spanking and the following day, when Tracy and Hannah return home late and drunk from the pub, Mrs Wildman straps the pair of them. Tracy stays with Mrs Wildman until she gets married and always tells her pupils just how important a mother is!
Twelve Words: Jack longs to marry a woman with whom he can enjoy what he considers to be a 'traditional' marriage, one in which he is the head of the household and in a position to spank his wife when required. It looks like an indefinite bachelorhood may be on the cards when quite by chance he meets Mrs Pendle who runs an old-fashioned marriage bureau. It appears that matrimony and spankings may be a possibility after all.
Contents
Fantasies
Advice
A Spanking Shared
The Importance of Mothers
Twelve Words
Also by Susan Thomas...
Fantasies
Emma visited the Ladies' before leaving the dinner dance. There in the privacy of a cubicle she removed her knickers and squeezed them into her small clutch bag. Tom met her in the foyer and as they walked to the taxi she whispered, "I haven't got any knickers on."
Tom was as predictable as most men and she knew that would excite him; once they were in the front door he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. Unless their babysitter Melissa was still downstairs, he'd probably have her there in the hall on that beautiful rug in the centre. Emma found that very exciting and an added frisson was the possibility that Melissa might hear them come in and come to the top of the stairs. Emma imagined the girl standing at the top of the stairs looking down and seeing her with her dress right up, her legs spread wide and Tom rutting away like some stallion.
She knew it was fantasy but delicious fantasy; the chances of Melissa hearing them, or coming out of her room if she did, were slim. Melissa was hyper alert to the children but oblivious to all else as she engaged in her Internet socialisation. What were they going to do when the girl went off to university? She was already eighteen and the children adored her; she would be hard to replace.
Emma felt Tom's hands on her and she reached out to him. Yes, he was hard already, a large solid bulge in his trousers that promised much for her. She giggled and Tom squeezed her breast gently. She went back to her fantasies. There was more to her fantasy than just that, it extended into something that made Emma tingle all over and always added to their sex life, even though Tom had no idea what she was fantasising about. Melissa would come to the top of the stairs and for a minute or two watch their love making then she would return to her room. Tom would finish up and then stomp up the stairs (followed by her) and tell Melissa off for standing watching. Then yanking down those short, skimpy pyjama bottoms the girl wore whenever she stayed over, place her across his knee before spanking her bare bottom hard. Emma would protest that he mustn't do it but he would take no notice.
Emma had never seen Melissa's bare bottom, but based on her general figure and attractiveness imagined it to be have a beautiful smooth skin-texture and to be round, shapely and firm. In her fantasy, Tom would finish spanking the sobbing apologetic girl and then, turning to his wife, march her off to the bedroom for a spanking because she had tried to stop him exercising his manly rights as head of the household. She knew it was all nonsense of course, but that fantasy and others of a similar nature made her feel extremely randy.
When they opened the front door, every light was off except the hall light; Melissa was clearly up in her room. Tom lifted her right off her feet and, kicking the door shut with his heel, carried her into the centre of the hall and laid her down carefully on the hall rug. Emma giggled as he lifted her dress and cleared it right up around her hips. He undid his trousers, releasing what Emma called his 'cannon' and entered her. Tom was an unsubtle lover but what he lacked in subtlety he more than made up for with power and energy. He rode her hard. Emma loved every second of it, her intense orgasm shown by the way her legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly into her, and by the cry that must surely be heard upstairs in Melissa's room.
Emma's enjoyment was enhanced by the risk... a tiny risk to be sure... that Melissa would come out and catch them. She did not of course, and like two teenagers who have tricked parents and 'done it', they giggled their way upstairs and into their bedroom. It took a while for them to shower and get ready for bed with Emma much slower than Tom. By the time she was in her silk pyjamas, Tom was in bed with the smug smile of a man who has performed well and knows it. By the time she came back from checking on the children he would probably be asleep.
She crept softly into Harry's room. The six year old had, as usual, kicked off all covers and was sleeping across the bed. It was pointless covering him, he would only kick them off again, and if he got cold he'd simply wake, pull the covers over him and go straight back to sleep. She kissed him gently and tiptoed out. Sophie, just five, was almost invisible so wrapped up was she and clutching her favourite teddy. Emma kissed her hair as it was the only really accessible part. It was as she was softly closing Sophie's door that she heard the sound.
What was that? She couldn't work it out, and it was clearly muffled so either in a room or outside the house. There it was again. Emma wondered if she had been fantasising too much about span
king because to her it sounded like the smack of something hard on a bare bottom. She stood, trying to locate it again. There it was, surely it was a smack on a bare bottom? It seemed to be coming from Melissa's room. Emma crept softly to the door of the room they gave to Melissa when she stayed over for the night, and put her ear to it. Smack! There it was again.
Emma was outraged. The girl must have someone in there with her. That just wasn't on. How dare she bring some unknown person into her house with her children in it! Smack! There it was again, this time with a soft ouch to go with it. That alarmed her. Suppose someone was hurting Melissa? She, Emma, had a duty of care towards the girl. With these thoughts burning her mind she grasped the handle and threw the door open only to stand still with shock. Melissa was lying face down on the end of the bed, her pyjama bottoms down around her ankles, her feet touching the floor. In her hand was a wooden hairbrush held awkwardly behind her and, when Melissa opened the door, she was bringing it down to smack on the right cheek of her bottom.
Time changed... every second became elongated allowing for much thinking. For Emma the first half second was unthinking shock. In the half second that followed came realisation that Melissa was spanking herself. Then her memory kicked in and she recalled that she had read of self-spanking and even seen a couple of videos that young women had made of themselves where they spanked their own bottoms, faces neatly out of camera. Two seconds of intense thought and in the third second she saw an opportunity and finally made a decision.
In those three seconds, Melissa gasped with horror, dropped the hairbrush, shot to her feet and frantically pulled up her pyjama bottoms. She began to babble apologies which Emma silenced with her hand as she shut the door carefully behind her and walked across the room. Emma knew there was risk in what she was doing but she couldn't stop herself... she wanted her fantasies to come true. She sat down on the end of the bed, picked up the hairbrush and began to speak in a calm 'mummy' type voice.
"Well now, Melissa, I do understand what you were doing. You must have been a very naughty girl with a very bad conscience to want to spank yourself, but I don't think you will make a very effective job of it, do you?"
The intelligent eighteen year old babysitter looked bewildered and could only shake her head slightly which might have meant anything.
"I think," Emma continued judiciously, "it would be much better if I spanked you instead. Now we certainly don't need those between Mr Hairbrush and your bottom, much better down I think."
With that, Emma delicately pulled the girl's pyjama bottoms down leaving them roughly at the knees where they began to slip further down as if agreeing with her.
"Come along now, young lady, get over my knees."
Emma knew this was a critical point. Melissa could easily react badly and start screaming that she was being abused or many other accusations, but Emma kept her firm 'mummy' look and patted her knee gently. Melissa carefully began to place herself over Emma's knees with no comment whatsoever.
When she was correctly positioned, Melissa spoke nervously, "It won't be too hard will it, Mrs Jackson?"
"Oh dear, Melissa, naughty girls do need to know they've been spanked, now don't they?" she replied, but she wasn't going to be too fierce, it really wasn't a good idea.
Emma looked down at the bottom so perfectly positioned on her lap. It was as she had imagined: smooth, shapely, firm but with pinky red splotches where Melissa had smacked the brush against her bottom. She couldn't resist running a hand over it and, just as she'd thought, it was softly smooth but firm, well exercised. There was no heat so clearly the self spanking had not been going on long. Emma brought the brush down crisply on the girl's bottom... not really hard but not lightly either. There was a delicious smacking sound and the girl yelped softly and her legs jerked. A much more satisfying red mark appeared.
"That's much better isn't it, Melissa? We'll soon have you spanked properly," she said, and to follow that remark she brought the brush down again with a nice crisp smack.
Emma kept up a nice steady pace, smack, smack and smack. Not fast, not slow, not too hard, not too soft. Her reward was a girl whose bottom rippled delightfully with each smack while becoming a more solid red colour rather than the pinkish splodges. Melissa made soft little "ows" and "ouches" at each smack of the brush, and her legs stretched and her feet curled as the spanking continued. Emma watched carefully, she didn't want to overdo it, and when the colour of the bottom was a nice hot red all over and Melissa's wriggles were becoming decidedly more agitated while her little cries grew louder, Emma decided to stop. She placed her hand on the bottom before her. Yes it was good and warm now. Most satisfactory.
"Well now, Melissa, do you think you've been spanked enough for now?"
"Yes, Mrs Jackson."
Emma allowed the girl up, unsure now how she would react once up on her feet. Melissa craned her head round to look at her bottom and rubbed it gently. Then she turned to Emma and, putting her arms around her, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for spanking me, Mrs Jackson."
Emma smiled and then handed the hairbrush to Melissa. "Make sure you bring it with you next time you stay over. I might need it again."
The girl's face was impassive as she replied, "Yes Mrs Jackson," but her eyes sparkled with delight and Emma left feeling elated. Now, would Tom still be awake?
Tom was indeed awake. Sitting up in bed and looking worried.
"Where the hell have you been? I was on the point of looking for you. Are the kids OK?"
For such a big strong man he really was like an old maid where the children were concerned.
"The children are fine, sound asleep. It was Melissa; I found her spanking herself with a hairbrush so I took over and spanked her myself."
Tom's face was almost comical as Emma walked towards her dressing table and, rooting in a drawer, brought out her grandmother's wooden hairbrush that she kept for sentimental reasons.
She continued conversationally. "I didn't spank her very hard but enough to make her sore and know that she had been spanked. But I realise I was in the wrong; I should have asked you as head of the household before doing anything. You might well have wished to spank her yourself."
If Emma hadn't such a clear plan she would have burst into laughter at the expressions crossing Tom's face.
"So," she went on unhurriedly, "I know I must be spanked for usurping your role."
She handed him the old wooden hairbrush and waited with bated breath. Tom was a highly intelligent man but his expressive face told clearly that that he was thinking things over until he arrived at what exactly was going on. Them his voice took on a different tone... a stern one.
"Quite right, Emma. I am most disappointed that you did not come and get me. Clearly the wretched girl needs a man's hand; however, there is no point in spanking her again. I am sure you have done an adequate job. I shall need to punish you, however; a good stiff spanking I think. Now these will need to come down, in fact off."
Tom sat down on the end of the bed and, reaching out, to Emma's utter delight, he pulled her silk pyjama bottoms right down and she meekly stepped out of them. She placed herself over his lap without waiting to be told, and he began to smooth his hand over her bottom. Emma was proud of her figure. In spite of having had two children, she was fit and shapely and was determined that if they had more (which she desperately wanted) she would still keep her figure.
When the first smack of the brush landed on her bottom, it was a huge shock. It stung and burnt far more than her imagination had suggested and she cried out, "Ouch!"
Tom played his role beautifully. "It's meant to hurt when you are punished, Emma." He continued spanking somewhat faster and harder than she had spanked Melissa. Each smack of the brush on her bottom stung so much that she jerked and cried out, which only seemed to make Tom spank her more. Soon she could not control her movements as her legs kicked up and down and her bottom became hotter and more painful with every smack. She
struggled to keep her cries low, fearful of waking the children and allowing Melissa to hear. She wriggled and writhed as the never-ending hairbrush made her bottom hotter and sorer than she could ever have imagined. Suddenly, she realised that her wriggles on Tom's lap were over an extremely large erection that had escaped his pyjama shorts and was grinding against her tummy.
Tom stopped spanking and helped her to stand. She wiped stray unwanted tears from her eyes and hugged him tightly, thanking him for spanking her. He began to kiss her hard and passionately and she responded just as eagerly. Breaking from her, he undid the buttons of her silk top and removed it, then he lifted her naked and almost threw her onto the bed. Pulling his own shorts off, his huge erection was freed to do its job and he mounted her, a pirate taking his captive. Whether it was the situation, or the hot stinging bottom, or the way her bottom was ground down against the bed sheet, Emma didn't know or care. She just knew that her pleasure was as never before, reaching an intensity that was almost painful. Tom rode her harder than he ever had before and she was off...
Outside Emma and Tom's bedroom door, Melissa stood, her ear pressed against the wood. She listened briefly to the squeals and grunts of the love making going on inside and started to walk away. She had no wish to eavesdrop on their sex life but she had heard about half the spanking. So they were into spanking. Well, well who would have thought it? As she walked slowly back to her room, Melissa put a hand down inside her pyjama shorts and gently rubbed her still stinging bottom. Reaching her room she closed the door softly behind her and spoke softly to the room.
"Now I wonder. Is it possible to get him to spank me next time?"
