I was so lucky to have met Becky who is now my chummy mummy. I know she is twenty years older than me but I had always wanted to be mothered and loved, and as my own mum put her own interests first, I knew I had to look elsewhere.
Becky was forty-eight and was at one of the classes at the sports centre which I attended to keep fit and I started chatting to her there. After a couple of weeks of speaking in class, we went out for a coffee afterward and got on well and Becky asked, "Hey, Laura, are you interested in seeing the latest rom-com film with me?"
I was, and we went together.
We were soon an item and my friends joked how Becky was my mum's age. I said we were just friends and soon enough Becky was known as my chummy mummy. What I didn't tell my friends was that Becky was looking to befriend the daughter she never had. Well, no, actually she had a daughter but they fell out. Becky always reckoned she had failed her daughter who went off the rails and got in with the wrong crowd, and, after a few dates, Becky opened up and told me she felt if she had been stricter with her daughter then maybe she wouldn't now be wasting her life.
I told Becky that my mum also left me to fend for myself but that I would have liked a more disciplined upbringing, particularly when at college and I was given too much freedom. It was after a few drinks I admitted I was so hung up about the lack of discipline in my life I often wondered what it would have been like to have had a really strict mum, and actually admitted how I masturbated picturing myself being spanked.
Becky smiled and said, "Well, it's not too late for that you know."
"But I'm twenty-eight," I said half-heartedly objecting.
Becky kept smiling as she retorted, "So? I reckon we should give it a good go. I will be strict and if I think you need it then I'll spank you, just like I should have spanked my own daughter."
I thought for a moment, but even as Becky was talking, I had made my mind up, and said, "OK, deal."
In fact, we were both nervous about introducing spanking straight away although Becky definitely took more decisions than I did as our relationship grew and deepened.
We both realised it was why I looked for women my mum's age and Becky looked for women her daughter's age. We both wanted to have the mother-daughter relationship we never had. It didn't take long for Becky to start to correct the things I did wrong and for that to become reprimanding me. We both got turned on by that and so when, one time. Becky lightly smacked my hand when I mischievously tried to take a cake I wanted from her plate, that showed us both Becky needed the right to discipline me. From there it was a small hop, skip, and a jump to the discipline regime we had agreed on involving my bare unprotected bottom across her lap and a spanking that was as long and hard as Becky felt I needed and then using an implement she chose until I had learned my lesson. We were both turned on by the full maternal authority regime and I accepted her word was final every single time.
Over the next month, Becky spanked me about a dozen times, each time bent across her lap and spanked on my bare bottom. It was a mixture of weird and wonderful sensations, one being
humiliation as I stared at her upside-down legs and the floor and when I looked beyond Becky's legs and saw my legs dangling on the far side of her lap. At the same time, there was lots of stinging pain as Becky spanked me with her hand first but soon took to spanking me with a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush which really stung.
What happened after the spanking surprised us both, but maybe made sense as, after all, we were friends and not really mum and daughter. Becky cuddled me and wiped away my tears as I apologised and said I would never be naughty again, which seemed natural. The lovemaking was sensational, though, as my bottom stung brilliantly with a warm stinging throbbing smarting sensation and when Becky ran her fingers along my wet pussy I gasped and moaned ecstatically. I would also put my face between her gorgeous soft thighs kissing them on my way to her pussy and would hear her own erotic gasps as I gave her orgasm after orgasm.
So, it turned out that although Becky and I took the disciplinary aspect very seriously, we both got aroused, Becky by spanking me and me by being spanked.
We joked about how discipline had turned into lovemaking, although we had kept it quiet, just between ourselves, but I knew in time we would have to tell our friends. We were becoming a serious item, after all, and even discussed whether I should be spanked in front of anyone else, like in a real family.
The weeks went by and Becky kept on spanking me, and we both agreed, though, that sex must not automatically follow every spanking. I know I still misbehaved and wanted to know Becky would spank me just because I needed it and not only because of the sex, and as she did so the relationship intensified so I got spanked more often and made love less after a spanking, but more often when I was a good girl and we both just wanted sex.
Things took another turn as our relationship became more and more serious, and it seemed such a good idea at the time, the way my chummy mummy Becky described it. I so often spoke without thinking and just blurted out an answer not caring who I hurt, nor how rude I was, so Becky suggested the one-strike rule. Normally Becky gave me a couple of warnings, like, 'Do that again and you'll get a spanking,' or 'Watch your tongue young lady or I will have to put you across my lap.' That would calm me down for a while and sometimes I would behave for ages, whilst other times I would snap again really soon afterward and get the threatened spanking.
On one occasion Becky threatened me with a spanking just before a friend of hers came over. I was still livid about something or other, although I can't even remember what about, and when her friend made what I thought was a silly comment I answered her back rather sharply which clearly embarrassed Becky in front of her friend. She gave me one of her looks which I knew meant I had overstepped the mark and, as expected, straight after her friend went home Becky sent me to the spare room following a few moments afterward to make sure I was standing on the naughty spot, my knickers and skirt both already off, my hands on my head so my bare bottom was fully on show, and my nose pressed against the wall.
Becky sat watching me for as long as she felt right giving me time to think about what I had done wrong and I knew she was right because by the time she told me to turn around, I had already accepted how naughty I had been and knew the spanking I would get was well earned. It still brought a gasp as I turned around to see Becky sitting on the chair with a hairbrush in her hand but knew I was going to spend the next half an hour across her lap being taught the most painful lesson, and one I knew I deserved but painful nevertheless.
So, at the grand age of twenty-eight, I was spanked on a regular basis, although by Becky who was the most wonderfully maternally loving chummy mummy.
Becky had complained for a while that even with the spanking regime my behaviour didn't seem to improve quickly enough for her, and so worse was to come, under the one-strike rule. So, after one spanking when I had been particularly rude to Becky, she sat me down and explained, "Laura, I do love you so much, but you can be such hard work. I think we need to increase your discipline rather than reduce it and by that, I mean less leeway. What do you think?"
I replied, "Well Becky, I know I can be very self-opinionated, and by that I know I am also rude to you and have a short fuse which I guess is the main problem with me, I do want to change to be a better person and make your life easier and will be happy to try anything you suggest."
Becky replied with a relieved sigh, "Good girl." She then continued, "Well I was thinking of a one-strike rule."
I looked quizzically at my chummy mummy as she continued, "Right now I give you a warning, sometimes several, before getting to the end of my tether and giving you another spanking. Instead, if I spank you, for whatever reason, there should be a period of time, one day, two days, maybe three days, during which you get no warning and if you do anything that deserves a spanking then I will give you one straight away. I know that might mean more than one spanking a day but I think that will teach you to think much more carefully before you speak."
Becky saw I was surprised and thinking through what she had said, and after a few moments she took a deep breath before asking, "Well, what do you think?"
I looked at Becky and knew she only had my best interests at heart and I knew I was short-tempered and wanted to improve, so what the heck. "OK Becky, let's see if that works. I guess I'll be spanked rather more than before."
Becky answered enthusiastically, "Yes for sure, but I think after a while you will stop and think before you make an unnecessarily rude comment so you should end up with fewer spankings," she paused and added, "Over time anyway. I just think it's worth a go."
So that was agreed. It was harder than I thought, but I reckoned Becky knew it would be and the very next day I earned a spanking and was sent to the spare room. Becky followed me in and after fifteen minutes on the naughty spot thinking about nothing else but how silly I was and how much the spanking was going to hurt I turned to see her holding the hairbrush.
"Right young lady, today starts the new one-strike regime. After your spanking for the rest of today and tomorrow, you get no warnings at all. Instead, you will get another spanking, even if that means several on the same day. Understood?"
"Yes Becky," I replied. I had thought about whether to object but somehow knew it could be a good thing for me. Yes, I would probably get an extra spanking or two but maybe that would teach me to think before I speak.
Becky replied, "Good, and I will also be stepping up the spanking by making it harder and longer."
I supposed that made sense as well. "OK, Becky, harder spankings all around then huh?" I giggled.
Becky looked annoyed as she replied sternly, "I didn't mean it as a joke young lady as me spanking you is serious and needs to be taken seriously."
"Sorry, Becky," I said quickly licking my lips as I was about to get the first of these harder longer spankings in any case so maybe I won't be finding it so funny in a short while.
Becky added, "Another change Laura, if you are naughty in front of others then I will take you to another room and spank you straight away but everyone will know."
I was aghast and asked in a worried tone, "Won't that be embarrassing Becky like I'm twenty-eight and maybe there will be younger people there and the like?"
Becky smiled and replied in what I called her strict maternal tone, "Oh Laura, don't you see that's all part of making you better behaved. Spanking you in private after everyone has gone has done a bit of good, but you are still so naughty at times, even being rude to my friends, and I feel just spanking you after they have gone isn't doing enough. After all, it's about making you a better person isn't it?"