Mary Beth was an 18 year old, 11th grader, she had decided to play hooky with a bunch of her friends. They went to the local mall. Unknown to her, Joan, her mother, also decided to play hookie from work. She called in sick.
Mary Beth and her friends where walking through the mall food court. They went to a Taco Bell, ordered their food. She was chomping down on a taco, when she saw a person come up to her and standing so close to her that she couldn't see much else, out of the side of her eye.
As she looked up and before she saw who it was she said. "What the fuck, isn't there enough room in your world to leave me some room." Then she sees her. It's her mother.
Joan reaches out and grabs her daughters ear. Lifting her up out of the chair. "Mama, what a coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Joan says nothing. She starts to pull her daughter out of the food court and down the malls main walkway. "Mama, your hurting my ear."
As they go out into the parking lot, Joan says. "Not as much as I'm going to hurt that backside of yours once we're home young lady. This young lady is a school day. Just why where you not at school."
As they get to the car, Joan lets go of Mary Beth's ear and opens the passenger side of the vehicle. "Mama, I just wanted to take the day off from all that work."
On the short drive home, neither of them said a thing. Once Joan had pulled into the drive way, they got out of the car. Walking up to the front door, Mary Beth was a bit slow in walking. Swat. "OOOOOO. Mother, no. I'm to old for that."
Joan opens the front door and in they go. "Young lady, you're not to old for what I'm about to do to you."
Joan pushes her daughter down to her bedroom. At the door Mary Beth turns around. "Mother what are you going to do to me."
Joan pulls her daughter into the bedroom. "As I intimated earlier, I'm going to teach you that playing hooky from school is a no no in this house."
Joan walks over to the clothing chest of drawers and picks up her daughters wooden hairbrush. Immediately Mary Beth's hand went over her backside, tightening up her ass muscles. "Mother, No, I won't let you."
Joan walks over to Mary Beth and pulls her over to the bed. Turning her over her knee. "Young lady, I don't think your strong enough yet to stop me."
"Mama, noooooo." Mary Beth was laying over her mothers knee. She could feel the hairbrush rub against her skin as her dress was lifted over her head. Then she felt some fingers between her panties elastic and her skin. Down they come.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Mama, oh my god, stop this humiliation." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Oh my. I don't like it." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. It hurts so much." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Mary Beth's backside was turning cherry red. She screamed with each cut of the hairbrush on her poor backside. She blubbered as she always did when over her mothers knee.
"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Joan stopped spanking her daughter and let her go. She slowly got to her feet and fell on the bed. Crying her eyes out. Joan got up and put the hairbrush away and left the room. Turning as she went through the door, she says. "You'll stay in your room until supper, young lady."
5 years ago