This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.
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Over the following weeks, I thought about that strange conversation with my mother. I tried to reconcile the things she had told me with my own very happy childhood. My father had always been such a loving figure and there was no hint whatsoever of any naughty thoughts or situations. My mother had been the same.
Now at 30 years of age and parted from my husband, everything seemed to have changed in a taboo manner and I just couldn't understand it.
The only thing I was certain of was that my Uncle Charles seems to have been doing things with my mother all her married life. Additionally, I realized that my father knew all about it and was just an onlooker with no say in the events taking place.
As far as my father lusting after me was concerned, this just didn't seem to ring true. I didn't argue this point too strongly with my mother but when I voiced my opinion, she just smiled. She knew a lot more than I did.
It had been about 3 weeks since that conversation with Mum and nothing naughty had happened. Uncle Charles had been very busy and was rather tired. I usually made his tea and then we watched television together.
My father and mother would still call over to see us about 3 times a week but we would simply have some tea or wine and play scrabble. We all loved looking at old photographs when we had gone on holiday together. It was all nostalgic and loving.
Then one Sunday they came over in the afternoon. I had heard part of a long telephone conversation between Uncle and my mother earlier in the morning but I didn't really know what they were chatting about.
Just after they arrived, my mother said she would have to leave after a few hours, as she had to go across the village to see an Aunt of mine who had been unwell. Uncle Charles just nodded. It all seemed a little contrived.
When I asked, "Can't you put it off Mum?" She shook her head "No Love. I have already explained to your Uncle that I did promise to go yesterday and I couldn't. Never mind, your father can still stay. He can borrow Uncle Charles' car to come home on his own." I nodded, because it would still be nice having Daddy stay.
Uncle Charles and I loved having them over and he told me "Your parents are here to enjoy themselves Wendy. Out with the wine, I don't have to work today." We all laughed and I carried out my usual hostess duties. I loved it and felt so happy.
I just looked at my mother and father. They were both happy for me.
I was in charge, and filled all the glasses and then asked, "Do we all want cheese and biscuits?"
My father said "That would be lovely Wendy. Then we can all have a look at those old holiday pictures again."
My mother laughed "Your Daddy loves thinking about those times. He always enjoys the lovely memories they bring back."
Uncle Charles laughed even louder "You're a fine one to talk Margaret, you like talking about the old days as much as Henry and I."
I brought the cheese and biscuits in, and we all tucked in. My mother brought out all the scrapbooks.
We looked at different years at the seaside and in various caravan homes and had our biscuits and wine. I kept topping up everyone's glasses.
There was one picture of me in my very late teens crying outside one of our holiday chalets.
My mother said, "You were very naughty that year Wendy. You kept losing your temper and throwing a strop, you spoiled our holiday that year."
I half smiled guiltily. I remembered the holiday well. I had behaved badly. It was not my finest hour.
My mother had gone a little serious as she remembered it and told me "Your father should really have given you a good spanking."
She looked at my father who nodded, smiling weakly, we all knew it was beyond him to hurt me given his placid and loving temperament.
Uncle Charles joined in "It was a pity I wasn't there. I would have given her bottom a true tanning."
My mother said, "That's right Charles. We missed you that year. If you had been there, you would have sorted out the young Madam and she wouldn't have spoiled the holiday."
I couldn't help feeling that she seemed to be annoyed with me for something that had happened years earlier. The mood had gone more serious and Uncle Charles reproached my father "You shouldn't have let her get away with it, Henry."
My father nodded a bit feebly "I know, but it's too late now."
It was strange how the atmosphere had changed.
My mother said "It's not too late Henry. It's never too late to do the right thing. She should be spanked."
I looked aghast "But Mum, that was when I was 18. I am almost 30 now, Daddy cant't spank me now."
She nodded firmly "First of all Wendy, the different age doesn't count, if you have behaved badly. Secondly, I know your father can't spank you but Uncle Charles can."
I gasped. So did my father and his face reddened. Uncle Charles nodded in agreement with the things my mother had said.
He said to my father "She should be spanked Henry. Do you want to do it or shall I?"
My father was in an impossible position. We all knew he couldn't do it. He just mumbled "I think it would be better if you did it Charles."
I couldn't believe it. It was not now a question of whether I should have my bottom spanked. It was just a question of who would actually do it.
My mother looked at her watch and said to Uncle Charles "I will have to leave in a minute, so you had better get started. Wendy stand up in front of your Uncle and pull your skirt up."
It wasn't just a request. When my mother spoke like that, it was an order.
