I awoke to the sound of a door slamming and heard Erin's heavy footsteps coming up the stairway. I leaped up off the bed and straightened myself out. She appeared at my door holding a small bag from Wal Mart.
Erin spoke slowly, "so you've decided to stay. Very well." She moved over to my bed and sat down on the sagging mattress. My eyes were on the Wal Mart bag. What on earth was in there? Erin reached into the bag and pulled out a small package with a plastic bubble on top. The packaged looked oval. To my horror I realized the package was a large wooden hairbrush. She opened the package and it made a load crinkling sound. Then she grasped the handle with her right hand and smacked against her left palm and looked me in the eye.
"You are not spanking me with that!" I said.
"Then pack your things and leave. I am going to save you from yourself if you will stay. This is the only way to make you learn and stop you from going to harder drugs like meth," Erin said.
I shuddered at the thought of finding a job and an apartment. I just stood there indecisive.
Erin lunged for my right wrist and dragged me over her toward her. She snapped, "you are only fooling yourself with that ridiculous outfit, young lady!" She pulled me across her lap and I lay meekly across her with my groin pressing into the wide expanse of her thighs. She tugged up the hem of my dress up my legs, thighs, and over my round bottom. I thought she would be satisfied with spanking me on the panties but no. I felt her fingers reach into the elastic waistband of my panties and she lowered them down to mid thigh. I felt humiliated like a little girl. What on earth did I look like dangling across her lap while she scolded me with, "you have been a perfect little monster but soon you are going to be sobbing like a little girl." I tried to make myself start crying immediately but I was too dumbstruck by what was going on.
The first SMACK took my breath away. It landed on my lower butt and on the top of my thighs. She stopped after one smack and I wiggled back and forth on her lap trying to shake off the pain. My panties bunched around my thighs constricted me from moving much. Then another loud smack landed. Not as bad as the first. It stung and burned my bottom and I tried to wiggle and shake off the pain. Without warning Erin fired off three dozens rapid smacks landing all over my bottom and the top of my thighs. I moaned with pain and humiliation but I couldn't cry. I felt a little tickle in my clit and was sickened: I couldn't be getting a little turned on by this, could I? After the three dozen smacks she stopped abruptly and I felt her panting from the effort. "So you still won't cry, will you?" I didn't say anything and then she let off a wallop that made me howl. Now she spanked slowly and hard on my thighs and I started to yelp with each one. Then she picked up the pace again and in spite telling myself I couldn't cry I started to blubber and cry yelling, "please step mommy stop I'll be goooooood!" She stopped and I lay across her lap crying and wriggling still aware of the monstrous tickling in my clit. My clit was pressed against a fold of her dress and I needed to take care of that tickle. "Stand up, get off of me, and go to bed," Erin demanded. I managed to stumble off and lay in the bed. I heard the door shut hard behind her as she left the room. I lay face down on the bed and I felt the burning sensation of my butt and thighs. I grabbed a pillow and propped it under my groin while I lay face down with the panties still bunched around the top of my thighs. I reached my right hand down and stroked my clit. I imagined the pillow was Erin's lap and I wiggled and fingered myself to the burning sensation of my butt and thighs. My hips started to buckle and to the squeaking springs of the mattress I orgasmed.
I slept like a baby and awoke to the smell of a roast beef dinner cooking below. I walked down the stairs and Erin asked if I was hungry. She acted like nothing had happened, and I felt a catharsis. All was forgiven, and I would try to be good for the rest of the evening.
