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Friday 6th April 2012It’s Friday, it’s 5 o’clock, it’s Crackerjack! No, wait, that’s another time and place, but it is time for me to start getting ready to visit Kirsty and her family. I soak in the bath for ages and take my time choosing what to wear. I decided to dress myself smartly rather than too sexily. I choose black high heels, sheer, light tan self-supporting stockings, black with red trim matching bra and panties, my favourite ‘Little Black Dress’ and some simple silver jewellery all topped off with some splashes of perfume.I set off in my car at about 6.40 pm to the address Kirsty had given me, which was on the other side of town. Her directions were clear and simple and I found myself at her front door in no time. It was one of those big old houses, very solidly built with thick walls and set back from the road. ‘Ideal for lots of thrashings,’ I thought to myself. ‘No one would know what was happening behind the closed doors and heavily curtained windows!’I rang the bell and the door was opened seconds later by a young man, who was obviously Peter.”Hello, Peter. I’m Mrs James,” I said.”Hello, Mrs James. We’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”Very polite, I thought. Peter led the way through to the front room where Kirsty came over to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.”I see you’ve already met Peter. This is Susan,” she said, introducing me to a woman a little smaller in stature than myself.”Hello, Susan. I’m Mrs James. Nice to meet you,” I said.”You too, Mrs James. Mum has told me the reason for you being here and I want you to know that I am happy that you are here. I feel it will help my demeanour as well as Peter’s for you to help with our discipline.””Thank you, Susan. canlı casino siteleri It’s nice of you to say so.”I turned to Kirsty and mouthed the word ‘Mum?’ at her.”Susan calls me ‘Mum’ as that’s my role in her life. Peter obviously calls me Mum too,” she smiled.”Please, sit down, Debbie,” said Kirsty indicating the big old settee.”Can I get you some wine?””Just a small one, please.”Kirsty poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me. I took a sip and it tasted very good. I told her so and she smiled. She sat next to me, but not too close and announced that we should get things started.”Susan and Peter,” she said in a stern voice. “You have both earned extra punishments this week. Prepare yourselves.”With that announcement, Susan and Peter began undressing, not too quickly but not too slowly either. As each item of clothing was removed it was neatly folded and put on a side table. About a minute later and I was looking at two very attractive people standing in front of Kirsty in nothing but their underwear looking very shamefaced.Kirsty looked up at Susan and said that her account would be settled first this evening. She told Peter to go and face the wall with hands on head. Then she consulted her notebook.”Let’s see,” she said. “Ah, yes. I’ve heard you swear at the TV, not just once but twice. You lied to me about the disappearance of a bar of chocolate I was looking forward to. That’s lying and stealing.”Susan was getting redder in the face.”The other day you left a shower of talcum powder on the bathroom floor that I had to clean up.”Kirsty continued looking through her notebook.”Last night you sulked because I wanted to watch a programme on slot oyunları another channel and you gave me some backchat when I sent you to bed. Yes, I think that is all for this week unless you have anything to add, young lady?””Well, I did curse you when you changed channels. Does that count?” asked Susan.”You know it does and I appreciate your honesty,” said Kirsty. “Your punishment is duly amended!”Kirsty got up off the settee and pulled an armless chair into the middle of the room (just like mine!). She sat on it and Susan came and stood in front of her. Kirsty reached forward and pulled Susan’s knickers down to below her knees and guided her over her lap. She used her hand to spank the medium-sized buttocks belonging to Susan. She spanked long and hard (much longer than I could have) and then stood Susan on her feet.”No rubbing,” she warned. Susan was sobbing softly, no doubt because she was expecting a good thrashing.Kirsty stood up and went to the sideboard and picked up a hairbrush. She asked me if I would do her the honour of using it on Susan. Naturally, I accepted. I got up off the settee, took the brush from Kirsty and sat myself on the chair, hiking my dress up a little to make it more comfortable for me.”Please spank her with the brush until I say stop,” said Kirsty.I took aim and started with a good wallop to the left cheek, then the right. I had given her about twenty swats alternately on each cheek before concentrating on one side at a time. Kirsty looked impressed but very soon said, “Stop! I don’t want her to get blisters yet.”I stopped the spanking and stood Susan up. She was crying and trembling like an aspen in the breeze.”Before you get slot casino siteleri your much-deserved caning, Susan, I think we should make a start on Peter here. Go and face the wall with your hands on your head.” Susan waddled to the wall, made all the more difficult because her panties were still around her ankles.”Your turn, Peter,” announced Kirsty.Kirsty had seated herself on the chair and I returned to sit on the settee. Peter came and stood in front of his mum. Looking at her notebook again, Kirsty addressed Peter.”Young man. Nothing overly serious here, but enough to ensure you go to bed with a sore bottom tonight. Do you understand?”Peter nodded, his face already red with embarrassment. Instead of reading out Peter’s wrongdoings she instead showed him the notebook and asked, “Do you agree that you did these things?””Yes, I did those things, mum. I’m very sorry.””Too late to be sorry, Peter,” said Kirsty.She stood up, turned to me, and said, “Perhaps you would like to begin his punishment, Debbie?”I took Kirsty’s place on the chair and Peter came and stood in front of me. Just as Kirsty had done I pulled Peter’s pants down to below his knees and positioned him over my lap. I began the spanking, mixing up which side I smacked next. Peter started to wriggle and I must say I found that more delightful than I thought it would! Less than two minutes into the spanking I had to stop as my hand was sore. I looked over at Kirsty and she said it was OK as that was about enough to be going on with. Peter stood up while Kirsty and I swapped places on the chair. Kirsty now had a strap in her hand and after repositioning Peter over her knee gave him twenty good wallops with it. Peter was beginning to scream before Kirsty had finished but as I knew she would, Kirsty didn’t let up until the prescribed number had been given. Peter was allowed to frantically rub his tender bottom for a few seconds before Kirsty told him to get over and face the wall with his hands on his head.
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