Amber was initially concerned being the only lodger with Mrs H when she attended university. However, by the third year, she was actually very happy even though still the only lodger. 

Amber was now twenty-years-old, outgoing, with long dark brown hair with a fringe, and, as she regularly went to the gym, had well-toned arms and legs, and a flat tummy.

Mrs H was thirty-seven-years-old, didn’t go to the gym, and was therefore slightly on the fleshy side but still enjoyed dressing in relatively skimpy clothes, much of the time in sleeveless dresses or short-sleeved tops. She knew she struggled to keep her weight off, but Amber was the one who actually encouraged her to do so.

By the second year, Amber and Mrs H had pretty much become an item, initially going shopping together, then, when Mrs H needed a plus one, she invited Amber. It was to a party for one of her friends, they ended up drinking, and spent the night in Mrs H‘s bed. Amber was actually very relaxed even when she woke up and realised that the two of them had made out.

From then on, they became an item although Mrs H did like to see herself as being a chummy mummy, and pressed Amber to call her mum. In that way, Amber called her Mrs H in public and mum when alone. It worked out well because Amber discovered that she had a liking for women Mrs H‘s age, and actually didn’t mind calling her mum.

So, although they had a girlfriend loving relationship, it also had a mother-daughter side to it. In fact, Mrs H was happy enough doing all the normal maternal things, although Amber did sometimes find her a little too overbearing on that side. For instance, Mrs H would sometimes criticise the even more skimpy clothes that Amber would wear, tell her off if disagreeing with one of her friends saying she was older and knew better, and also got her to do more and more housework even though she was a rent-paying student.

Today, Amber reckoned that Mrs H went too far by telling her off in front of her friends. Mrs H’s friends laughed, but, when they had gone, Amber glared at Mrs H, with her hands on her hips, and then wagged a finger in her face, explaining that even daughters of her age shouldn’t have their mums criticising them in front of their friends like that.

Mrs H had to admit she had a pang of conscience because she hadn’t realised that she was acting in quite that maternal way. Equally, when she listened to Amber scolding her, she even found her vagina quivering as though she was turned on by being told off like that. In fact, an adult being scolded by someone as young as Amber in a haughty, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice, had always turned her on.

As Amber scolded Mrs H, she realised that her chummy mummy was being more submissive than normal and that no mum would really accept the way that she was being spoken to by her daughter. She often thought that Mrs H had slightly submissive tendencies, but now wondered, therefore, whether Mrs H actually had more ingrained submissive tendencies than she had thought. 

So, Amber decided that she would have a bit of an investigation, and asked, “Actually, mum, this reminds me of a project that I carried out at sixth form college. It was all to do with a tribe in Africa where it was the members of the tribe who were between sixteen and twenty-four who made all the decisions and had all of the control. That was because it was discovered that once members of the tribe got to their mid-twenties and beyond, they simply expected the younger ones to do all of the work.” Amber had made-up the story up but found it funny.

Mrs H didn’t think the story was made up and enquired, “So were they also enforcing the rules against the older members of the tribe?”

Amber saw that as a distinct question from a submissive, and, although making the whole thing up, kept a straight face as she replied, “Yes, that is exactly what happened. Initially, those in charge could make the older ones stay in their huts for a day or two, pretty much like being grounded, but that changed to those in charge spanking any adult who disobeyed the rules, and, for bigger offences, they used the cane.”

Mrs H was blushing as she listened but could feel her vagina quivering once again, and her nipples were getting taut. She couldn’t quite understand why she was turned on by the conversation, but she looked at Amber who was glaring at her in her gym gear of a rather tight vest top, and very tight cotton shorts and realised she was turned on by her authoritative manner. She was still deep in thought as she replied, “Well, I can see that grounding wouldn’t work as it would need someone to stay around and make sure the adult stayed in the hut, whilst spanking and caning could be given immediately.

Mrs H also remembered how, when, the one time she was caned, at sixth form college, it quickly changed her attitude for the better. Would that happen again, she wondered? She also remembered how it had been Miss Toms who had caned her and afterwards that she had had a crush on her. That feeling stayed after sixth form college and now she was listening to Amber she realised all those feelings had been with her ever since then. 

Amber saw how submissive Mrs H was being. In fact, she knew why she liked her so much, because she was her mum’s age and, like her mum, needed direction. She never got the chance with her mum but reckoned she certainly did with Mrs H. 

Mrs H was thinking just how much she wanted to submit to Amber and whilst thinking that asked almost whimsically, “So, would me telling you off in front of my friends get a spanking or the cane?” She blushed as she said it and wondered if Amber would take it as a joke or a serious question. She focused on Amber’s face and saw she looked serious. 

Amber hadn’t expected Mrs H to respond to her made-up story in the way that she had. However, because she had, she thought she would see just how seriously Mrs H was taking it. So, she replied, “Well, mum, that would definitely have earned both a bare bottom spanking and six strokes of the cane.”

Mrs H gasped at the severity of the punishment, but, at the same time, realised that her vagina was quivering and knew that her knickers were already damp. All of those memories of Miss Toms came flooding back and realised that this could solve several issues that she had. After all, she knew that Amber was very good in correcting her mistakes, and in organising her social life, so it was only one more step to say to her that, to help her even more, they could retain the mother-daughter scenario, but, at least as far as discipline was concerned, they exchange those roles. However, she didn’t know how Amber would feel about taking on the disciplinarian role within their relationship.

Mrs H decided she could test the water, and replied, “Oh dear, do I really deserve that, Amber?”

Amber saw that Mrs H was still blushing which she felt was a sign that she was taking the threat of a punishment very seriously. So, she replied, “Well, mum, if we were both members of that tribe the teenage enforcers would be coming round to our house to deal with you. Of course, as we don’t have enforcers, that responsibility would be left to me.” Amber looked carefully at Mrs H to see her reaction., knowing she had moved from explaining about the tribe to being specifically her who would carry out the discipline.

Mrs H caught her breath at the remark but again felt her vagina quivering whilst, at the same time, wondering how come she was getting aroused. However, as her vagina quivering continued longer than her thought about why she was getting aroused, she realised that it would actually add to their relationship if Amber were in charge of her discipline. So, she blushed an even deeper red as she replied, “Well, if it is your responsibility, then I will have to accept your decision.”

Initially, Amber was a little amused as to why Mrs H made that comment because it did seem a rather excessive penalty for simply telling her off in front of her friends. However, when she put that together with what looked and sounded like a very submissive Mrs H, she realised that this could be quite a major event in their relationship. Equally, she felt that if Mrs H wanted her to take over disciplinary control then that is what she should do. She, therefore, responded, “In that case, mum, I think we need to go to the dining table and deal with you.” 

Mrs H’s immediate reaction was concern, but instead of saying no, she asked, “Do you have a cane?”

Amber thought quickly and replied, “No, mum, but we do have that rather thick wooden spatula in the kitchen. I think that would work for today.”

Mrs H knew exactly which spatula Amber was talking about and winced, but was more and more attuned to accepting being spanked by her, mainly because her vagina was quivering even more fiercely.

Amber realised that Mrs H was accepting it all, and so ordered, “Go into the dining room, mum, and stand in the corner and press your nose against the wall. I will go and get the spatula and then come and deal with you.”

As much as Mrs H was being turned on by the thought of being spanked, she was even more turned on by being told to press her nose against the wall. She never knew why, just like being spanked, but she found that form of submission so erotic. The thought of having nothing to look at but a blank wall two inches away from her face, leaving her to think of nothing else but whatever she had been sent into the corner for, was somehow so submissive and sexually arousing at the same time. So, biting her lip in anticipation, she walked towards the corner and stood there pressing her nose into the wall and folded her arms behind her back as a further sign of submission.

Amber watched pretty much in surprise at the growing acceptance as Mrs H obediently went and stood in the corner of the dining room, pressing her nose against the wall. When she saw Mrs H fold her arms behind her back, of her own volition, she knew that the submissive tendencies she had spotted really were there and waiting to be brought out. She loved how her chummy mum’s sleeveless floral dress with a hem that only just covered her bottom had risen right up as she folded her arms and seemed to tighten around her bottom. She looked at her chummy mum being so obedient, and of course submissive, and whilst savouring the sight for a few more moments, then walked out of the room, into the kitchen, went up to the kitchen drawer, opened it, and picked up the rather thick wooden spatula before walking back into the dining room. Amber then went to the dining table and turned one of the chairs into the room before walking up to Mrs H and standing behind her, leaning in so her cheek brushed against Mrs H’s ear, and said sternly, “Right then, mum, you are now going to pay for embarrassing me in front of your friends.”

Amber heard Mrs H gasp but stay with her nose pressed into the corner, and now wondering just how turned on she was she clasped her bare upper arm, and ordered, “Come with me, mum, you naughty girl.” She then led Mrs H gently towards the waiting dining chair.

Mrs H loved the fact that Amber was taking control of her in such an authoritative, even maternal, way, when clasping her bare upper arm and turning her around, and walked her towards the dining chair. She was getting more and more aroused as Amber sat down and she looked down at her bare thighs knowing that she was about to go across them. When she felt Amber lift the hem of her dress up above her waist and slip her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her knickers and yank them down, the fact she was being undressed by Amber was another turn on. In fact, her mind was a world of submission to her young girlfriend who was about to turn into reality so many fantasies that she had had over the years.

Amber could have ordered Mrs H to prepare herself for the spanking, but saw it as more authoritative to bare her bottom for her. She actually enjoyed it and yanked down her knickers and had a close-up view of her gorgeous hair mound which she could see was already dribbling with sex juice.

Mrs H found it so humiliating to have her knickers pulled down by Amber, but understood that part of any punishment was the humiliation of suffering it. So, as her knickers were yanked down, she had a growing love for Amber, although, to be fair, wasn’t particularly looking forward to having her bottom spanked with the spatula. Then again, even as she thought about the pain, she really couldn’t understand why her heart was pounding and her vagina was throbbing, just like it did whenever she was getting more and more aroused.

When Mrs H heard the firm instruction to get across Amber’s lap, she eased herself down so her bare tummy started to gently rest upon Amber‘s bare thighs, and knew that that was one reason why she was getting more and more aroused. Then, as she lowered her full weight onto Amber’s thighs, catching her fall with her hands on the floor, so she had the close-up view of Amber’ bare upside-down legs and felt her hand rubbing her bottom in circles, both of which increased her feelings of submission making her tense but aroused at the same time.

Amber loved the way that Mrs H so obediently bent down across her lap, and, as she felt her bare tummy rest on her bare thighs. She did take hold of the knickers dangling on to Mrs H’s ankles and took them off and threw them onto the floor as an added show of authority and then placed her palm on her bare bottom and rubbed in circles, so the feeling of control sent quivers flying around her vagina and she was pretty sure her knickers were already wet. At the same time, she rubbed her hand up and down the backs of Mrs H’s thighs, edging her hand down her inner thigh, and, as Mrs H parted her legs, ran her fingers along Mrs H’s pussy lips which she felt was ever so damp. So, at that moment, Amber knew that she was in control and Mrs H was submissive, and they were both aroused by their respective positions of authority and submission.

Mrs H’s accepting attitude changed when Amber started to spank her bottom. It brought back memories of how she cried that time she was caned at sixth form college, and, as the stinging intensified, so she wondered if she would cry again. She was now far more adult than then, and this was just a hand spanking, but, even so, pain is pain and she supposed she would probably succumb once the spatula was used on her. 

Amber wondered whether she should give Mrs H a full spanking or not, but, as she was so submissive and almost willing her on, so she decided she wanted to give her as hard a spanking as she could. After all, if this were the only time that she spanked her she may as well enjoy it, and if it was repeated then quite frankly the harder the better to reinforce the message she was trying to deliver.

So, starting with spanking alternate bottom cheeks, she landed spank after spank and watched as Mrs H’s bottom cheeks surrendered each time her hand flattened it, and then smiled as the bottom cheek bounced back up and wobbled about, just as the other bottom cheek was spanked. All the time, each bottom cheek was turned darker and darker shades of red.

Neither Mrs H or Amber gave any thought about their respective ages. It was now just assumed that Amber was going to be in charge and Mrs H would be subject to her chummy daughter’s disciplinary control. It suited both of them that way, as Mrs H was happier knowing she was answerable for her actions, and Amber had always liked to be in control of any relationship, and here that was maternal in style as well as loving.

Initially, Mrs H liked the way that she saw Amber’s calf muscles tense as her hand was on its way back down to her bottom. She did like Amber’s legs and particularly how they were muscular, but realised after what must’ve been several minutes of being spanked, the calf muscles had become a little blurred, as had everything else, meaning that her eyes were becoming tear-filled. That got worse as she realised that Amber was spanking the same bottom cheek time and again, several times, before spanking the other bottom cheeks several times in a row, and her vision became more blurred, and her bottom stung that much more. However, even as the stinging intensified, she realised that being submissive really did turn her on and she was getting ever more aroused. So much so, in fact, she raised her bottom almost inviting Amber to spanker even harder.

Amber found turning Mrs H’s bottom darker and darker shades of red to be something that she really did want to do again. As she spanked harder and harder so she found the louder and louder gasps that Mrs H was making more and more of a turn-on. That got even better as she spanked the backs of Mrs H’s legs time and again, knowing that that was causing her naughty chummy mummy ever more discomfort. Of course, as she picked up the spatula and tapped it a couple of times on each bottom cheek, raised her hand and brought it down with a loud thwack on Mrs H’s already very red kissable bottom cheeks, and listened to the pained yelps from Mrs H, so the adrenaline was really flowing.

Mrs H knew that whilst the hand spanking was going to be hard enough, the spatula was still left to be used. So, when she realised that Amber had stopped spanking her but then felt a couple of taps on each bottom cheek, quickly followed by the pain of that first spank, so she cried out. However, as she felt each successive spank with that horribly thick wooden spatula, so the pain intensified as did her continued arousal. In fact, as well as the arousal she knew that she fully deserved to be spanked so hard, but that she was being spanked by someone who really did love her, and she loved back as well.  Even as she dissolved into uncontrolled crying so she knew that it was right that disciplinary control transferred to Amber who was certainly the more responsible of the two of them.

Amber kept on spanking Mrs H with the heavy wooden spatula, ignoring the louder and louder gasps and crying, and was certainly intent on teaching her a lesson that she needed to learn, until she was happy with the blue bruised bottom cheeks. She was glad that she had quickly overcome her initial concern that she was spanking Mrs H to hard because although the yelps and leg kicking and shaking of her head got more and more intense, she did stay across her lap and took every single spank, and without pleading for her to stop. That was a clear indication, Amber felt, that Mrs H knew she needed to be disciplined, and that the discipline would do her good over time.

So, happy with this first spanking, and hoping that it would be repeated, she said to the back of Mrs H’s head, “Okay, mum, you can get up now.”

Mrs H lay across Amber’s lap for a few moments until ready to force herself to get up. She did so, and, as she stood, so she saw Amber also stand and hold her arms out for her, and she fell into them, and they hugged each other, with Amber making soothing maternal noises, whilst Mrs H continued to cry.

It took a good couple of minutes, in fact, for Mrs H to calm down and at least recover to the extent that she was only letting out the occasional sob but was still wiping away the tears from her eyes. However, it was then that Amber said in a less stern tone but certainly one that maintained her control, “Now, mum, I am sure you will remember this lesson, but I will have to repeat it next time you are naughty. Understood, mum?”

Mrs H sniffed back some more tears before replying, “Oh, yes please, Amber. I will certainly try to remember this lesson, but, if I don’t, I know that you will have to spank me again because I will have earned it. In fact, I really do want to act more responsibly, and I have always thought that a spanking regime was exactly what I needed.”

Amber gave a loving smile and replied, “Well, mum, no problem. Just know that I will spank you every time you need it in future.” After a few moments, Amber said in a more loving and tender tone, “You are now a good girl, mum, and so let me wipe away the tears and help you get better.”

Mrs H actually felt relieved that Amber was going to take on the disciplinary responsibility. She was even happier as Amber took her by the hand and led her out of the room, up the stairs and to her bedroom. Once there, Amber unzipped her dress and slipped it down her arms and to the floor, and when Mrs H stepped out of it, she bent down and scooped it up and put it on the dressing table. Amber then went behind Mrs H and unclipped her bra, slipped the straps down her arms, caught it, and put it with her dress. 

With Mrs H naked, Amber slipped her vest top over her head and put that with Mrs H’s dress. She then unclipped her bra, slid it down her arms, caught it, and put it with the other clothes. She then pushed her leg and bottom-hugging cotton shorts downwards, catching her knickers on the way, stepping out of them both, scooped them up, put them with the other clothes.

Moments later, Mrs H had been lovingly led to the bed and they were both lying down in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing each other. It didn’t take long for them both to be kissing the other's inner thighs, working up to the other’s very wet pussies which they licked and kissed, and gave each other the first of what they knew would be several huge orgasms.

Afterwards, as they lay on the bed still holding each other, Mrs H asked, “What will you call me now that you are the one in control, Amber?”

Amber smiled as she quickly replied, “I will keep calling you Mrs H in public and mum when we are alone. Discipline is just one facet of our relationship, after all.”

A little later on, Mrs H got out of bed and went to the computer. She went onto the social website where she was connected to all of her friends. She happily typed away, Just to let you all know, I have just been given a very well-deserved spanking by Amber. I need you to know that, so you will not be shocked if she needs to take my knickers down and put me across her lap for another spanking when any of you are there. In fact, spanking is by far the best retribution when you have annoyed your partner. Think about it.

Almost by return one of her friends, Bettina, replied saying, You are so right, girl. At least now I can tell you all that is exactly what Courtney does to me and we are so much better off because of it.

Mrs H was so happy that she wasn’t the only one to be spanked amongst her friends, and it made her happier that she had a girlfriend like Amber prepared to spank her. She knew it was relationship-changing, but in the perfect way for her.

Amber felt so at home, now, and looked forward to life with Mrs H even after uni was finished, and for the rest of their lives.

Amber was also happier. She was happy anyway with Mrs H as her girlfriend, but now that she had authority over her, she knew they would both be far happier and things would get done now, for both their benefits.