On Sunday morning, I prepared a simple breakfast and noticed that my mother sat down to eat with great care. I did the same as my bottom still bore the marks from yesterday. I had taken great pleasure inspecting the damage in the shower earlier.
When we were all gathered my husband asked my mother, "Do you have your journal for me to read?"
"Yes, here it is, I hope it meets with your approval."
David opened the book and read its contents out loud, much to my mother's embarrassment.
"For the first time in many years, I am sitting on a very sore bottom. I was secured to the spanking bench and given fourteen strokes of the cane. It was very hard to take, and I tried not to shout out. Now I am starting to feel the lovely tingle that follows punishment. I hope it will not be too long before I bare my bottom again. It was very exciting watching Olivia being punished; I think she will become a devoted spanker."
David closed the book. "You are a very naughty woman."
After breakfast I drove my mother home, we arranged to go for lunch the next day and I chose to revisit the restaurant we went to on Friday. I did not tell my mother, but I hoped the same waitress was going to be there. I sensed she had more than a passing interest in spanking by the way she hung around our table, although I was not sure why I wanted to see her again or what would come out of any meeting.
The rest of Sunday was spent clearing the house. We managed to achieve nearly as much in one day as I had in the previous week. David went off to work on Monday and I met my mother for lunch. As I entered the restaurant, I noticed the waitress was there and she gave me a warm smile of greeting. My mother arrived in a taxi, and we soon ordered light snacks. Inevitably the conversation turned to spanking, we both agreed the weekend had been exciting and that we should repeat it if possible.
I then asked, "So tell me more about how you got into spanking, it is a strange thing to enjoy?"
Mother then went on to describe her interest. It started in the sixth form at boarding school.
Schools in her day were very different places. Her school believed in corporal punishment. At any one time, there were usually two or three members of the stripy bottom club in any class. Stripy bottoms were subject to close inspection in the showers or the dormitories in the evenings. My mother ended her reminiscences with.
"Of course, if you have a close friend, she would apply cold cream to your bottom and kiss everything better."
"Did you have such a friend?"
"Yes, Rachel Smith was my best friend and for a time my lover."
This shocked me to the core. "Your lover?"
"Please remember we were adults with no release for our sexual energy, what did you expect? When I left school, I met your father and he took over punishment duties and of course the aftercare."
"Did you ever spank Daddy?" Again, here was another sentence I never thought I would utter.
"Sometimes, mostly he punished me, but I have wielded cane in anger, and very satisfying it is too."
I was struggling to take this all in. I was seeing a very different side of my mother that I never knew.
"Don't look so shocked, anyone would think your generation invented the word lesbian. It has always been there; it is just more open these days. As for spanking that is as old as time."
"Would you say you are a lesbian then?"
"No not now but at the time it worked for Rachal and me, have you ever tried?"
I was tempted to lie but decided to share the trust. "I did have a very brief fling at Uni, but that was a long time ago."
"There you are. You know the pleasures of another woman. It did you no harm."
She was right although it was a long time ago at the time it was very pleasurable, and I have fond memories of that time.
This closed the subject and the rest of lunch passed with more mundane chit-chat. Once again, I noticed the waitress was always close to our table. When Mother excused herself to visit the loo she came over and looking rather embarrassed stood next to the table.
"Are you OK, I asked?"
"Yes, it's just that I could not help overhearing some of your conversation and wondered if we could meet sometime and have a chat." She said this all in a rush and went red all at the same time.
I looked at her, she was in her late twenties attractive in a plain way, and she was clearly very uncomfortable having this conversation.
"Are you asking to meet to talk about spanking?" I decided that being forthright would be the best plan here.
"Yes."
I felt a rush of excitement, "OK if you give me your number I will call you later."
"Thank you, it would be lovely to talk." With this, she slipped away.
As we were leaving she passed me a piece of paper on which was written a mobile number.
On the drive home, I wondered once again what had come over me. Here I was thinking about meeting a virtual stranger to discuss spanking. As a distraction, I decided I would throw myself into clearing the garage and decide what to do about the waitress question later.
The garage was going to be a massive job. It was filled to the rafters with junk. I worked methodically from the front of the garage deciding what was worth keeping. The pile of junk grew far faster than the keep pile. I lifted another dust sheet and uncovered two old school desks. They looked to be in good condition, and I immediately thought of a scenario in which they could be used. In my mind's eye, I imagined someone draped over the desk as they became the latest member of the stripy bottom club. Rather than imagining myself in this position, I pictured the waitress offering her bottom to my cane. This thought triggered excitement down below. It also answered the question of whether I was going to meet up with my new friend.
I phoned the number I had been given and after a couple of rings, my call was answered. "Hi, it is Olivia, we met at lunchtime."
"Olivia great to hear from you, I'm Jessica. I would love to meet up. Is that possible?"
I was not sure what to say at this point, but inspiration struck me. "Yes, I think we do need to meet to discuss how to deal with your eavesdropping. Do you agree this should be addressed?"
There was an intake of breath and a pause. Had I overstepped the mark? Had I misread the situation? But then. "Yes, it was very naughty is me. We definitely need to address and redress the situation."
I felt both relief and excitement at the same time. We quickly agreed to meet at a coffee shop in the centre of town on Thursday. I was extremely excited.
David came home that evening stressed about work. He was responsible for an exhibition taking place next week in Manchester. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, so he needed to travel up north for the weekend to sort everything out in time for the opening on Monday. I was disappointed for him, but I did feel a bit guilty that it left the coast clear if I wanted to meet Jessica.
Thursday morning saw me rushing into town. Jessica and I arrived at the coffee shop at the same time and found a quiet corner. Initially, the conversation was hard to get going but quickly we found ourselves relaxing in each other's company and we were soon laughing and telling stories about our lives. Jessica was 31 years old. She had recently moved back with her parents after the job she was doing in London fell through. She was waitressing to fill the time until she could find a more suitable position. Eventually, the subject of spanking came up. I told her about the house, the canes, the spanking bench, and the school desks. I also told her mother and I had been caned by David.
