Role Reversal, Part Two

[Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/07/role-reversal.html]

"But...I meant another time, when...when we have some privacy. Bob's here, isn't he?" Jenni asked apprehensively.

"And your point?"

"Um... I just... Oh, no!" Jenni's face acquired a red glow. "If he heard me getting spanked, I'd just die!"

"No, you wouldn't. In fact, it would make him very happy, since he's the one who suggested it."

Jenni's jaw dropped. "Bob?"

"Yes. He hated seeing the two of us fighting all the time, and he suggested that we agree to a spanking plan instead. Now, don't make me repeat myself again, or I'll have you do your corner time in the living room."

Jenni blushed a brighter red, and hurried to drape herself over her daughter's lap.

"Wait...let's have that skirt off first. It's real nice, and I'd hate to mess it up," Chloe said .

"Oh..." Jenni froze, unable to move.

"All right; off to the living room we go, then." Chloe stood up.

"No! Please! I'll...I'll be good." Jenni quickly divested herself of her skirt and hung it over her chair.

"That's better. Take off your shoes, too. You're gonna kick a lot, and I don't want one of them to go flying and break something."

Jenni obediently stepped out of her shoes. Blushing deeply in just her blouse and white panties, she looked more like a naughty little girl than a forty-something woman. She awkwardly laid herself across her daughter's lap.

Chloe smiled and patted her mother’s ample bottom. "Yep, this is gonna be a pleasure," she said. "So tell me, why are you being spanked, young lady?"

Jenni winced. It was exactly the phrase she'd used when she’d put Chloe over her knee, and she literally groaned in embarrassment at the turnaround. With her husband gone two years now, she'd quite forgotten how humbling it was to be in this position. Having her own daughter ask her why she was being punished made the humiliation exquisite.

"Because I...I've been irresponsible," she said in a quiet voice.

"Yes, you have." Chloe rested her hand on her mother's shapely bottom. "You've left your bedroom a mess, made a wreck of your bathroom, and just generally behaved more like a kid than a responsible adult. I expect more of you. Give me your hand."

Jenni groaned again. This, too had been part of her spanking ritual with her daughter. She would always take Chloe's right hand in her left and pin it to her back so the girl wouldn't be able to reach back and protect her backside. Now the tables were turned.

Without further preamble, the younger woman brought her palm down hard on her mom's panty-clad behind.

"Ow!" Clearly, she'd also forgotten how much spankings stung! Chloe swatted Jenni's tail over and over while she kicked and squirmed. The heat in her behind quickly rose, and despite her best efforts to keep quiet, she soon became more and more vocal.

Chloe lectured while she spanked. "A grown woman, acting like an irresponsible teenager!"

"Ow! I'm sorry!"

"You're gonna be."

When Chloe grabbed the waistband of her mother’s panties, Jenni became panicked, desperate.

"No, please!” she pleaded, but to no avail.

"I'm not gonna waste my time spanking your panties," Chloe said. "You're getting this spanking where you need it: right on your bare bottom!"

With that, she yanked the panties down to the woman's thighs, revealing a hot-pink, well-toned rear end. Jenni gasped as she felt the cool air on her hot bottom.

"Well, that's a nice shade of pink, if I do say so myself," Chloe chuckled. "But I'm going for something a little closer to strawberry red."

"Oh!!" Jenni cried, thoroughly embarrassed. All the phrases she'd used years ago when disciplining her daughter were coming back to haunt her tonight.

SMACK!

"AHH! OWW!!" she shrieked. Chloe had picked up her hairbrush, and the pain was unbearable. Over and over the hard wood made stinging contact with Jenni's poor red backside. She howled, no longer concerned with who could hear her. All her attention was focused the steadily-rising heat in her hindquarters. She kicked wildly; if Chloe hadn't had the foresight to make her remove her shoes, they surely would have gone flying across the room.

"OWWW!! AHHHHH!!"

Tears started to flow freely, and she pounded the air ineffectually with her fists.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OWWWW!!"

Chloe was breathing heavily. She realized that her mother's bottom was reaching the target hue, and she slowed her swing. When she finally stopped, she was rather proud of the results of her first-ever spanking; Jenni was a uniform red from the crown of her butt to the tops of her thighs. She put down the brush and released her mother's hand, which automatically flew back to her outraged bottom.

"AHHHH!!"

Jenni had been over her daughter's knee for only about three minutes, but if felt much longer to her. Chloe was a far more thorough spanker than her dad had been! She lay over her lap crying, still kicking as if to force some of the sting away.

Chloe felt quite satisfied and relieved. Such was the genius of spanking, she thought; it both taught a lesson and relieved stress.

"Okay, time to stand up," she said, patting her mother's bright red backside. Jenni stood stiffly and rubbed her bottom vigorously.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" she cried, throwing her arms around Chloe's neck.

"That's alright," said Chloe, patting her mother's back gently. "You misbehaved, and you got spanked for it. All is forgiven." She pulled back and took Jenni's chin in one hand. "But the minute you slip up, you can count on going right back over my lap, do you understand?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Jenni exclaimed automatically.

"Good girl. Now off to the corner with you. Hands on your head, and don't move until I tell you to."

"Yes, Ma'am." Jenni walked stiffly to the corner of the den. She put her nose against the wall and her hands on her head, just as she had made Chloe do so many times over the years. Her panties were around her ankles and her rear end shone bright-red. Chloe kept her there for fifteen minutes while she worked on the household bills, looking up frequently to enjoy the fruits of her labors. No question about it: things had irrevocably changed between her mother and her. Chloe thought it was a definitely a change for the better.

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