Thomas was sitting propped up on his bed, with tears trickling down his face, and his eyes glossy and red. He was hunched up with his knees pulled up to his chest in full self-protective mode. He was indeed a sad sight.
At eighteen, Thomas was a sensitive and very quiet lad and had a heart of gold and would go out of his way to help people, especially a woman his mum's age or a girl his own age. He loved his rugby and running and at around 11st had an enviable physique.
However, for the last four months, he had withdrawn into himself since his mum, Helen, had passed from cancer. He was a lone teenager as his father had left him and his mum when he was just one so he had no memories of him. Fortunately, he and his mum had been very close, and almost best friends more than mum and son.
Thomas was very used to having a strict mum in Helen. He had to let her know exactly where he was, what he was doing, and when he would be home. She didn't stifle him but had been just an over-concerned mother.
At eighteen he enjoyed a beer with his rugby club pals which frequently ended up with him coming home later than he had told his mother. This always ended up with him in his pyjamas, the bottoms round his ankles, him bent over the sofa arm and his bare bottom very comprehensively and thoroughly leathered and Thomas screeching and bawling his eyes out as he climbed the stairs to his bed. Also, it wouldn't be the first time his mother had joined him twenty minutes later, still annoyed with his attitude, to have him drop his pyjama trousers again and have to bend over his bed for a second dose of his mum's leather strap.
However, far from resenting his mum for this, he revelled in it. He quickly came to terms with a sore bottom. He knew the punishments he received were painful but he also always recognised every one had been fully deserved. However, everything was always forgiven and forgotten after a spanking and he was a good boy again, so he welcomed the strict approach.
When his mother died it was very sudden only three months after her diagnosis and Thomas was distraught. Financially he was OK, as the insurance cleared the mortgage on the house and left a sizeable deposit in the bank.
However, he was alone and getting more and more withdrawn.
A friend of his, Chloe, from the running class he attended, suggested he take a break with her. She had a crush on him anyway and had discussed his staying with her and her mum and dad in their big house on their farm. Her mum knew Thomas well and liked the lad. He had a good reputation for assisting anyone in their village if he could and would willingly give up his time for free.
In fact, Chloe wasn't living with her real parents although she happily called them mum and dad. Chloe had rented a room in their house as a student and for them was the daughter they had never had. Her new mum and dad were lesbians. Sam was the dad, with Sam being short for Samantha. Her mum was Hannah who had all the curves with a 36D bra cup size, whilst her dad, Sam, was slim and did still wear a bra with a 32A cup size.
Chloe explained to Thomas that she did have a rental contract, but instead of paying rent, the contract included rules and punishments, quite clearly stating that her mum and dad had the final say on every decision which Chloe had to accept. She loved being the obedient daughter and saw being thrashed as a real attitude reset and so this contract made tremendous sense to her.
Chloe loved living with her new parents and even after college happily stayed with them, continuing to be the ever so obedient daughter, but suffering a thrashing whenever she wasn't.
In fact, one of Chloe's favourite phrases said by her mum was, "Wait till your dad gets home."
She would be confined to her bedroom, dreading her dad coming home but equally looking forward to it. Once he got home he gave her a thoroughly hard bare bottom spanking followed by a leathering with his thick leather belt.
Her mum would also thrash her, equally as hard as her dad did, but that tended to be carried out as soon as she had misbehaved, and quite often in front of their friends. The humiliation was something Chloe relished and never held any of her punishments against her mum and dad and knew she deserved every single thrashing.
Chloe knew the rules she had to keep to, and although she was now twenty-two, she had never quite become the responsible adult that she should have become. That was why she found a punishment reset to be so helpful and so much quicker and more effective than a whole adult discussion about what she had done wrong. She could go several days without breaking a single rule, but, when she did, she knew she was going to be in for a painful time.
She tended to wear skimpy clothes which she knew she looked good in because of her well-toned arms and legs and full breasts. When she wore a vest top which would be low-cut and so show off her cleavage, bare arms, as well as showing off her bare midriff, her very short skirt or tight shorts would also show off her bare well-toned legs. However, because the clothes were skimpy, she also knew that when she had earned another thrashing, Mum would clasp hold of her bare arm and lead her into the dining room, still clasping hold of her arm as she turned a chair into the room and sat down, and then ordered Chloe, "Get your skirt and knickers off, you very naughty girl."
Chloe would be wincing as she undid her skirt and pushed it down, catching her knickers on
the way, pushing both items to the floor, stepping out of them, bending and scooping them up, putting them both on the table and then obediently easing herself across her mum's lap. The same had to happen whether they were alone or either of them had friends over.
Everyone knew that Chloe was subject to being thrashed whenever she disobeyed her mum or dad, and she had been watched by so many friends and family, but it was something that she readily accepted had been needed whenever her behaviour had to be reset.
Once across her mum's lap, she knew the thrashing had to happen and never tried to ask to be let off. Her face would be close to the floor and to her mum's painted toenails and bare upside down legs, and she would see her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. Soon enough her bottom would be rubbed in circles and Chloe knew that only one of them was in control, and that was always her mum, or of course her dad if Sam was the one who was thrashing her.
