Ashley bounced out of her friend's house, a huge smile across her face. The gorgeous eighteen-year-old blonde was always enthusiastic, but today something had got into her to make her doubly exuberant. Waiting for her in the car, Melissa, Ashley's thirty-two-year-old stepmother, frowned slightly. "She's obviously not wearing a bra, again," she thought to herself, as she watched Ashley's large breasts jiggle under her tight white T-shirt. The blonde threw her bag in the boot, then climbed into the passenger seat next to Melissa and sighed.
"Stephanie's mum is soooooo cool," Ashley exclaimed, dreamily. "I had such a good time."
"Why don't you tell me all about it, honey?" her stepmother replied. "Did Mrs. Smith look after you girls well?"
"Amazing," the stepdaughter replied, but try as she might Melissa couldn't get more information out of her on the car-ride home, and soon Ashley had disappeared up into her own room.
"Typical teenager!" Melissa thought, but though she tried to brush it off, she couldn't help feel a twang of jealousy. What made Jacqui Smith - Stephanie's mother, with whom Ashley had been spending the weekend - so cool?
"Why aren't I seen as the cool mum?" she reflected, looking at herself in the mirror. With her trim figure, long blonde hair, large breasts and youthful appearance, she looked more like Ashley's sister than her stepmum - or at least so flattering men told her. "Am I not with it any more? What has Jacqui got that I don't? And why does Stephanie call her 'Mummy,' when 'Melissa' is the only thing Ashley will call me?"
Just then, Melissa's mobile rang and - speak of the devil - it was Jacqui. Briefly pondering whether she really wanted to speak to her right now, Melissa finally answered the phone and put on her best, most cheerful voice. "Hi there, Jacqui!"
"Hi Melissa," Jacqui answered happily. "I just wanted to let you know what a pleasure it was to have Ashley over for the weekend. She's such a well-mannered and sweet young girl, she's a real credit to you."
"Well," Melissa blushed slightly, rethinking her resentment of Jacqui, "that's very kind of you to say. Did the girls have fun at the concert?"
"Oh yes, they had a great time, and Ashley didn't even try to get up to any mischief. I felt like I wasn't even needed as a chaperone... although, you were quite right to suggest that I go. You never know what might happen otherwise. There was one incident the night before the show..."
"Oh?" Melissa cut in, "What kind of incident?"
"The girls did something very silly," Jacqui said gravely, "And that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. They tried to sneak out at night to meet up with some boys. Completely unacceptable, on multiple levels. I punished them appropriately."
Melissa's mind reeled. Ashley knew she wasn't allowed to hang out with boys, and the timing and the deceit just added further disgrace. "Jacqui, I'm so sorry for my daughter's behaviour. But honestly, I disagree you punished her appropriately. After that kind of stunt, I'm a little disappointed you let her go to the concert the next night. I would have grounded her for several weeks."
"Melissa, I hear you." Jacqui's tone was sympathetic. "The problem is, that kind of punishment isn't immediate, it fosters resentment, and honestly - it isn't severe enough. I'd much rather give the girls a much stricter punishment straight away, to provide the necessary correction, and allow them to move on with a clean slate."
"Well, that sounds good," Melissa replied, "but what does that look like in practice?"
"I gave both Ashley and Stephanie a long, hard spanking," Jacqui chuckled, "and believe you me they were very contrite at the end of it. And I think that's part of why they were good as gold at the concert - they knew full well that any misbehaviour, and they'd be straight over my knee again."
"Y-you spanked Ashley?" Melissa didn't know why, but she was blushing. Melissa had told Jacqui to treat Ashley like her own daughter in terms of any punishments, but she'd never expected this. This... this was certainly something, and Melissa didn't understand what was moving inside her at the thought.
"Absolutely," said Jacqui. "And I told her that you'd punish her as well when she got home. Now, Melissa," Jacqui's voice became concerned, "I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your stepdaughter, and heaven knows she's a lovely girl. If you want to ground her, that's totally up to you. But I really do think you should consider spanking her."
"Spanking her?" Melissa blushed again. She had never spanked Ashley, but she coudn't deny there was something fascinating about the idea. "I... I've never... I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Well," Jacqui cooed, "Perhaps I should talk you through my routine. I had Ashley strip down to her frilly white panties in front of me, then I pulled down what was left of her underwear. Now, you may be asking, why didn't I just get her to strip naked? And it's because I think there's something extra humiliating about me pulling down the girl's underwear, don't you? And of course the humiliation is a vital part of the punishment."
"Of course," Melissa whispered out. She was picturing her stepdaughter's naked body in front of her, her pert breasts, her smooth skin, her angelic face creased with worry, framed with golden-blonde tresses. She was fluttering all over.
"And then I had her lie down over my lap, and spread her legs, " continued Jacqui. "She was a little reluctant at first, but a few good slaps to her inner thighs got her to spread them nice and wide. And then I started the punishment - nice firm slaps, slowly at first, alternating across the buttocks and getting them nice and pink. And stopping every so often to give Ashley's cute little arse a rub or a squeeze, just to add a little extra embarrassment to the mix."
Melissa couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew she needed to hear more.
"Now a lot of mothers think that a spanking is all about the palm of their hand, but I promise you, your words can make every bit as much of an impact. So as I began increasing the intensity of the spanking, I started scolding Ashley too. Calling her a slut, calling her a whore, mocking her predicament. 'What did you think would happen tonight? You'd spread your legs and your arse would get a good seeing-to? Well, it's happening, but not as you expected!' That sort of thing. And I'll be damned if I know whether her face or her bottom was redder! And pretty soon she was crying."
"Oh my! That's so..." Melissa murmured. She suddenly realised she didn't know how to complete the sentence, and there was dead silence on the phone line. She needed to say something. "So deserved," she finally settled on, blushing.
"It was," Jacqui agreed heartily, "But you need to remember that the first tears are false. She's crying because she got caught, not because she's genuinely sorry. You need to really keep going till you break her down into contrition. So this was just my cue to spank her harder, and mix them up a bit more, three on this arse-cheek, two on that one, a couple on the tops of her thighs, and so on, keep her guessing, make her feel she has no idea where the next blow was coming from. This is the point where I always start to enjoy myself."
"And I want to emphasise," Jacqui continued, her voice dropping a little lower, "that disciplining these girls should be an enjoyable experience for you. Some mothers feel a little ashamed or guilty when they spank. Please don't. You're moulding your stepdaughter into a better woman. Take pleasure in it - her little moans and gasps, the way she squirms and wriggles, the way she's stretched out at your mercy. And this is also the point where I like to start to take little liberties with the girls, to show them just how much I'm in control. And also, honestly, because I like it."
"Honesty is so important," Melissa gulped. She was desperate to hear all about Ashley's spanking, and she couldn't quite explain why. "Please, tell me more."
"Well, on this occasion I started pulling Ashley's hair back," Jacqui replied, calmly, "forcing her to arch her back more and open herself up even more for the spanking. I could tell it made her feel confused and humiliated, which of course was precisely the aim. And when she couldn't find the words to object to that, it gave me the green light to fondle her bottom, stroke her inner thighs, and so on. Normally, this is when I'd start spanking the girl's pussy, which for me is a particular highlight. The girl hates it, I love it, and the combination does wonderfully in terms of taking her down a peg or three. But in Ashley's case, I could tell you don't spank her, and so I didn't want to overstep my mark. I thought you might want to be the first to spank her in that particularly intimate way, and really establish a mother-daughter bond with her."
"A mother-daughter bond?" Melissa was blushing crimson red by now, and something she didn't understand was stirring in her loins. She couldn't be wet down there, could she? Maybe this is just what Jacqui was talking about, justified pleasure in Ashley's improvement. Yes, that must be it. "I don't really understand what you mean."
"It's the best way to bring you closer," Jacqui continued, "I highly recommend it. I spank my stepdaughter at least once a week, and how can she not feel a special connection to me, when she's regularly spreading her legs for me and asking me to punish her in the most intimate ways imaginable? She wouldn't dare to try and keep secrets from me! I hope you don't think I'm overstepping the mark, Melissa, and it really isn't any of my business, but I really think you should think about ways you can become closer to Ashley. Would it really kill you to strip her naked and tan her naughty bottom every once in a while?"
"It wouldn't kill me," Melissa conceded weakly, feeling a little light-headed, "I just... It's not how I've normally..."
