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Friday, January 24, 2020

Still Praising Older Women - FM Spanking Story





Paul was somewhat sceptical about his friend Larry's unexpected request.
"I don't know Lar...Cecile is a lot older than you. I think she'd prefer to date men her own age." he told his friend.

Larry was insistent , he had met the multiple divorcee Cecile at a brunch for their friend Mark and was immediately besotted with her.
For a woman in her mid-fifties , Cecile looked much younger, with long dancer legs , tiny waist and a tempting cleavage that Larry could not take his eyes off.
A native of French,  Cecile still had a pronounced accent,  and with her shoulder length blonde hair had that Brigitte Bardot mystique about her.

She and Larry had danced the night away and the much younger man had trouble keeping up with her.
Larry could barely think of anything but Cecilia all week , and admittedly , the question of their age difference did trouble him somewhat so he finally called to ask Paul if Beth would give him Cecile's number.
"Come on Paul....you know we hit it off... and I'm sure Cecile felt the same way about me! Besides , the age difference doesn't seem to be an issue for you and Beth! " he argued convincingly.

Paul paused to consider his friend's request.
It was true that he and Beth had the same age difference and were very happy , but having a much older , mature wife did have challenging and unexpected elements .
He shifted in his seat , reminded that one of those elements was that Beth  gives him a good spanking if he acted up .

"It's not all about dancing and having a good time Larry......Cecile is a mature lady with different values , but she may not appreciate some of your crazy , juvenile antics!" Paul warned.
His friend remained unperturbed , "True....but Beth seems to have done a heck of a job of settling you down. You're  almost a sensible , respectable citizen now!"Larry teased.

Paul shifted in his seat again , his backside still tender and sore from the application of his wife's hairbrush the night before.
"Are you sure your ready for big changes Larry? Cecile is a confident,  no-nonsense lady you know. She's a Principal at a Private School and she knows how to handle naughty boys like you!" he told his friend , only half joking.
"I'll bet she does!" his friend cackled and added , "So? Will you ask Beth to call her?"

Paul sighed , "OK Larry...Beth is having lunch with Cecile this week so I'll ask her to put a word in for you and see if she is interested." he said,  delighting his excited friend.

"Larry dating Cecile?" Beth asked with surprise , "Are you serious?"
Paul nodded and poured his wife another glass of wine , "I tried to warn him Beth , but he still wants to ask her out." he explained.
Beth's eyes widened in feigned outrage , "You WARNED him? Warned him about what?" she asked indignantly.
Paul immediately went on the defensive , "I just told him that having a relationship with an older woman may means he will have to change!" he blurted.

Beth slid her hand up her husband's thigh to caress his crotch , "Did you tell him about the sex?" she purred.
Paul pulled his wife closer , "Well that is one of the benefits !" he grinned . "No I was referring to Larry's immaturity....I doubt if Cecile will tolerate it any more than you would !" he explained.

Beth snuggled closer and looked up at Paul , "You're right about that Sweetie , Cecile treats naughty boys the same way I do!" she teased.
Paul's  face flushed and his backside tingled when Beth gripped it firmly , making him wince.
"Is your poor bottom still tender Sweetheart?" Beth teased with a pout .

Cecile laughed and raised a brow at her friend , "Are you serious Beth? He certainly is a handsome young man ,  but rather immature don't you think?"
Beth chuckled , "That's true Cecile , but I'm sure you'll cure his immature behaviour by introducing him to a little bit of French 'culture' !" Beth smirked and winked , making her friend laugh.
"Well it is still in the top drawer of my armoire ....although it hasn't had much use recently !" Cecile giggled,  pausing to consider Larry's request.

She reflected on her  brief meeting with Larry , he was certainly a fine looking specimen ,  and she especially loved that taut , muscular rear encased in tight jeans.
"He seems like a nice young man Beth , so I suppose there would be no harm in dinner and some dancing . Go ahead and give Larry my number.....but I expect him to behave like a perfect gentleman!" she added with a warning wag of her manicured finger .

"How do I look?" Larry asked  , straightening his tie and looking in the mirror.
Paul regarded him carefully , "You look better than I've seen you for a while Lar....but I'm not sure about the jeans and cowboy boots?"
Larry shrugged , "Cecile will like these , and you know why !" he replied giving his own firm rump a resounding smack.
"Remember now Lar, Cecile is a classy lady , a real sophisticated  Frenchwoman , so she expects you to behave like a Gentlemen!" Paul reminded his friend .

Cecile cast a discerning glance over the handsome young man standing at her doorstep , raising a brow as she eyed his faded blue jeans and scuffed cowboy boots.
Larry stuffed the day old flowers he had picked up at the gas station in front of her nose.
"Boujooor Cecile!" he grinned.

Her cute nose wrinkled as if there was an odd smell , Cecile reluctant  accepted them .
"Not a good start 'Monsieur Larry' !" she sighed in her deep french accent.
Larry's jaw dropped  , "What?" he blurted , looking down at his jeans and cowboy boots.
"I certainly hope the restaurant does not have a dress code .....and I only accept 'FLEURS FRAICHES!" she said haughtily , tossing her pretty head back.

Undaunted , the besotted Larry escorted Cecile to the car .
She looked amazing in her low cut , little black dress , heels and her blonde mane freshly coiffed.
Cecile paused when they approached Larry's 1969 powder blue El Camino.
"You like it Cecile? I'll bet they don't have any of these over in old France !" he declared proudly.
Cecile shook her head when Larry opened the door for her , "No we certainly don't , but when was the last time it was cleaned?" she huffed .
Larry reached down and removed his dirty golf shoes from the passenger seat and hastily dusted it off with the sleeve of his jacket.
Cecile let out an exasperated sigh and reluctantly slid into the seat.

It was a quiet drive to the restaurant with Cecile holding on tightly to the dash as Larry dodged through the traffic , his attempts at conversation receiving limited response from his date.
"So I hear you're a Schoolteacher Cecile !" he asked loudly.
Cecile nodded , "Yes I am , and I taught For 10 years at a private school for Young Gentlemen in Paris."she told him.
Larry cackled , "WOW! A school for Young Gentlemen indeed....like me you mean ?"
The older woman scowled at him ,"Not quite Larry....it was up to age 21." she informed him.

"You wouldn't want to be teaching me when I was that age Cecile....I was a real troublemaker!
I was in the  Principal's Office for a paddling once a week!" he declared proudly.

For the first time , his date seemed interested in Larry's conversation , "A paddling?" she asked curiously.
Larry seemed surprised at her question , "Yea if you broke the rules you got a paddling....5 or 6 good hard swats of the paddle on your butt! Boy did that burn!" he recalled , "Don't they have paddling in the schools inFrance ?" he asked.
Cecile smiled impishly , "No but we have a very effective French method to discipline  young gentleme , and I can assure you they were very reluctant to experience it a second time!"

Larry looked at Cecile puzzledly to continue , but she offered no further details , "A sort of old French custom?" he asked .
Cecile cast him a stern glance , with just a hint of a smile , "I'll introduce you to that French custom soon enough Larry." she warned as Larry cruised into the restaurant parking lot .
"You like Tex Mex?" he asked innocently.

Despite feeling overdressed and out of place at the 'Lone State Ranch Restaurant' , after a few tequilas  and her first burrito , Cecile was actually enjoying herself.
Her enthusiastic boyfriend scooped her into his arms and swung her around the dance floor like a rag doll.
Cecile loved it as much as she loved Larry's company and had a great time.

A few hours later , Larry was opening the car door of the El Camino and reaching out his hand to help Cecile out.
The tequila clearly affecting her , Cecile tripped on her heel and flopped into a grateful Larry's arms .

Scooping her up , he handed her the errant shoe and deposited her at the front door.
"I hope you had a good time Cecile....you know....enough to do it again? I know I messed up with the jeans , the dumb flowers , not cleaning the car and my choice of restaurant but...." he babbled until Cecile placed a manicured finger on his lips to silence him .
"Of course I would love to do it again Larry . I had a great time....although you do have some improvements to make just like those young gentlemen I corrected in France!" she said.

"You mean that old French custom you told me about earlier ?" he asked curiously.
A mischievous grin played on Cecile's face and she brushed her body seductively against his , "I believe a demonstration of that  French custom may be in order !" she cooed.

Instinctively Larry pulled Cecile closer , one big hand encasing her tiny waist as the other wandered up the hem of the skirt.
"Uh oh! Not so fast young man!" Cecile scolded , slapping the wandering  hand away , "Why don't we go inside for a nightcap!" she added , opening the door.

Inside , Cecile poured them each a Napoleon Brandy , "Excuse me for a moment Larry..." she purred ,  returning a moment later wearing a  short, silk robe , concealing obvious charms underneath.

An excited Larry moved to loosen the tie around her waist , but the mature French lady slapped his hands again , "I said not so fast Larry....not until after your lesson in French discipline!" she scolded.
A disappointed , but still encouraged Larry sat down while the pair finished their drink .
Larry could not take his eyes off the revealing glimpses of cleavage and stocking-tops Cecile offered him teasingly.

"So what is this French custom you're going to show me Cecile ?" Larry asked impatiently.
Cecile brushed her full lips on the brandy glass and took a sip.
"Tell me Larry ....do you know what a martinet is?"she asked .
Larry shook his head .
"It's a person who demands rigid adherence to rules which must be obeyed....you would call her a 'disciplinarian' . So if you and I are going to be a couple you must accept that I will be your Martinet!' she told him.

Larry's face flushed and his jaw dropped , "You'll discipline me?" he blurted.
"Yes I will!" Cecile replied , allowing her robe to slide down her shoulders as she moved closer to Larry.
"A martinet is also an implement used to administer discipline !" she added.

Larry was looking nervous and uncertain now as Cecile continued , "I keep a Martinet in my bedroom , would you like to see it Larry?" Cecile asked seductively , standing up and allowing her robe to fall to the floor .
Underneath she wore a black lace low-cut bra , matching panties and stockings and garter belts.
Larry felt his erection bulge when his eyes feasted on sight of Cecile's womanly curves encased in the expensive lingerie.

He followed Cecile's swaying , curvaceous bottom down the hall to the bedroom.
"Why don't you take off that shirt Larry." she suggested and Larry quickly complied.
Cecile brushed against his muscular chest and caressed his six pack abs.
"Mmmmm.....even juicier than I thought..." she cooed.
Larry reached out for her again , but she brushed him away ,and waved that manicured finger at him again , "I warned you Larry.....not before your lesson. Now lower your jeans!" she ordered briskly.

Larry hesitated for a moment.
"I am your Martinet! You will obey me.  Lower your jeans!" Cecile demanded firmly , smiling when Larry started unbuckling his belt.
A nervous smile played on Larry's face and he seemed quite happy to play along with Cecile's seductive game.
However , for Cecile it was no game!

Bare chested and pants at his knees , Larry waited while Cecile opened the Armoir drawer and scooped up the martinet.
Slapping the thin leather thongs against her palm she turned to face her new boyfriend.
"You will refer to me as Madame and obey my every command. Do you understand ? " she said sternly , slapping the thongs against her palm again for emphasis.

Larry was beginning to realize that his dream fantasy might be turning into a nightmare.
He did not like the look of Cecile's martinet one bit.
"You're going to whack me with that thing?" he bleated.
Cecile raised a brow , "Excusez-moi?" she scolded.
"Sorry...I mean Madame...." Larry stuttered.
"Tres bien." Cecile replied, "Yes it is very effective at 'whacking' a young gentleman's bare bottom. It will hurt Larry. It will hurt a lot but do not worry.....there will be no permanent damage , although I will apply this martinet to your fesses nues and it will sting very much and leave very nice marks for me to admire , but unfortunately  will make sitting quite uncomfortable for you for the next day or two!"

Larry's jaw dropped , "A spanking on the bare bottom? Madame?" he asked nervously.
A confident Cecile paced before him , swinging the martinet menacingly , "More like a whipping!" she clarified , "Now bend over , grab your ankles and present your derrierre for punishment!" she commanded.
Larry knew he could bring this to an end by leaving but instead he found himself bent over , clasping his ankles.
Cecile took a moment to admire her new boyfriend's muscular backside encased in his 'nightie whities'.
Larry felt a cold draft when Cecile whisked his undies fown to expose his bare cheeks and prepared himself for the whipping Cecile had promised him.

The next morning , Cecile smiled as she eyed Larry  still asleep and lying face down  displaying his cute backside and upper thighs decorated with angry red weals from her Martinet.

Cecile sat up in the bed and caressed Larry's tender , whipped cheeks with her palm , and he asked  him with a yelp , "OW! Careful Cecile!" he yelped.
Keeping her hand in place , she felt the welts left by her martinet , "Such beautiful textures and hues of rouge !" she cooed , admiring her handiwork.

 "Time to get up Larry. Your Martinet needs to finish your punishment  before we have breakfast !" she announced , taking a seat on the big chair and picking up the hairbrush conveniently placed beside it.

Larry gasped , "Please no Cecile....no more spanking ...my butt is still raw from last night !"he pleaded.
"You must obey your Martinet Larry!" she told him firmly.
"Yes Madame." Larry replied , standing up and rubbing his chastened cheeks in preparation for the brush.
"Over my lap young man and take your punishment !" Cecile ordered , patting her inviting lap.
"Yes Madame!" Larry replied.

Paul was hard at work on his truck when his friend entered the garage , "Larry ! So how did your date with Cecile go?" he asked curiously.
"Uhm...pretty well I guess....I think I made an impression because we're going out again next week!" Larry replied proudly.

Just then Beth appeared at the door , nursing her coffee and grinning broadly at their visitor, "I believe it was Cecile who made  an impression on you Larry.....care to share ?" she teased.
Larry looked at her in stunned silence.
"Cecile told me all about it ! I'd invite you to sit but I doubt that you would....or could!" Beth added.

Larry's jaw dropped , "She told you...everything?" he gasped.
Beth shrugged , "Of course Larry....you were warned about dating an older woman !" she teased.
"Now you had best go home and change because you and Paul are taking Cecile and I out for dinner this evening. Somewhere classy and expensive so please dress appropriately." she added , surprising both young men.
"We are ? But I'm not done with my truck Beth ?" Paul protested.
Beth regarded her man sternly , "Well if you had not procrastinated about that all week it would be done by now , so I suppose I will have to drive you to work tomorrow!" she scolded.

Larry cackled at his friend's correction , "She is right about that Paul?"
Beth turned her exasperation to Larry , " ....and you young man need to give that old car of yours an overdue cleaning before you pick up Cecile unless you would like another 'French Lesson' " she told him.
Larry blushed and it was Paul's turn to laugh but Beth silenced him with a wag of her finger , "I'm glad you find Larry's plight so amusing Paul because you're going to have a lesson in  French culture just like Larry! Now get inside and get upstairs!" she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" Paul replied instinctively .
You mean , "OUI MADAME!" Beth corrected.











Monday, January 20, 2020

More Praise for Older Women - FM Spanking Story



"I don't think this is a good time Susan ..." Mark said as the pair pulled into Beth and Paul's driveway.
"Why not Honey? Your Mom and Paul left the brunch early , and we didn't have a chance to thank them for their gift." his Fiancee replied.
"What gift? " a puzzled Mark asked.
Susan grinned , "Oh I'll show it to you when we get back home Sweetie. In fact , I'll do more than that ...." and she gave him a kiss.

Mark sighed , "Well I'm still not sure Susan ....Mom said they needed to have a private 'discussion' so maybe they need some privacy." he told her.
Mark knew very well what his Mother meant when she announced a 'discussion'.
After all , he had heard her say it many times when she was mad at his Dad , and it was no coincidence that his Dad would sit very gingerly afterwards at dinner !

Susan frowned at him , "Oh they were just going to talk about Paul's  truck , Beth told me he had forgotten to do some work on it or something. Anyway I'm sure they won't be long." Susan assured  him in a tone firm enough to end their conversation.

Exiting the car , Susan strode purposefully to the front door , signalling for a reluctant Mark to follow.
"See Mark....the door's unlocked!" Susan declared happily opening the door and stepping inside.
"Maybe we should ring the doorbell anyway Sweetie....you know ...to let them know we're  here?" Mark suggested but his Fiancee was not listening , "Don't be silly Honey....it's your Mother's place ....we never knock!" she scolded.

While Susan made her way to the kitchen , Paul lingered at the foot of the stairs.
'WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OOW!" "OUCH!" "YEOOOW!"
The familiar and unmistakable sound of a hairbrush being applied vigorously to a bare backside echoed from upstairs.
He also recognized that all the yelping and howling was coming from his best friend Paul!
Yes , Beth was certainly having another serious 'discussion' with her new Husband!

Susan emerged from the kitchen and joined Mark .
"What's  that sound? What is going on up there?" she asked wrinkling her cute nose.
Mark looked at her and shrugged knowingly.
'WHOP!' 'WHOP !' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!'
"OUCH!" "YEOOW!" "AIOOW!" "OOOW!"
"OMIGOSH! Is she giving him a......." Susan gasped.
"A spanking? She sure is!" Mark confirmed.

At that moment  , the noises stopped and Beth appeared at the top of the stairs , looking completely unperturbed by the interruption.
Susan had made quite a commotion when entering the house and Beth had heard her over the noise of the spanking she was administering.
"I thought it might be you two!" Beth  chirped , re-wrapping her silk robe around her curves.
Mark blushed at the sight of his semi-dressed Mother  , " Er...uhm ....I told Susan this was a bad time Mom....you and Paul are obviously busy...." he stammered.

"Don't be silly Dear.....I asked Susan to stop by . Now why don't you both come up here and wait until I finish with Paul.....it won't be long" Beth announced before spinning on her heel to leave before they could answer.
Mark frowned at his Fiancee in disbelief , "Susan! You knew...." he began , but Susan was already half-way up the stairs.
Turning her head , she shrugged and cast him an impish grin , "You heard your Mother Mark....come on!" she told him firmly.

By the time Mark ascended the stairs , Beth had resumed her previous position on the big chair , with a naked and red-bottomed husband sprawled over her lap.
Susan giggled at the sight while Mark's jaw dropped.
"Well don't just stand there Susan....pass me that hairbrush!" Beth ordered boldly , and the younger woman quickly complied.
Taking a moment to adjust the already blistered male bottom on her lap , Beth looked at her , "Watch and learn Susan !" she said , giving a wink to her still stunned son.

For the next few minutes Beth gave the onlookers a classic lesson in domestic discipline , thoroughly tanning Paul's cheeks as she lectured and scolded him about his behaviour.
Susan looked on in awe and with great interest.
After a final flurry of spanks which had Paul yelping and kicking , Beth stood up , grabbed his ear and deposited him in the corner.

She looked at Susan , proudly pointing to her squirming husband's very red bottom.
"So how does it look ?" she asked.
 "Very red and very sore!"Susan giggled  before giving Mark a stern glare , "We wanted to thank you properly for such a thoughtful gift Beth." she added.

Mark looked dumbfounded , "What f#$$$g gift ?" he blurted in utter frustration .
Beth tutted and feigned outrage , "Mark! Such language ! " , then turning to Susan asked , "Are you going to let him speak to you like that?"
Susan shook her head and picked up the hairbrush , "May I borrow this Beth ...this just can't wait until we get home !" she announced taking a firm grip on her Fiancee's ear.

Beth cackled loudly , "Of course Susan....everything is already set up for you here , so why don't I take my naughty boy to the spare room to finish our 'discussion' , while you and Mark get on with your 'discussion'? Come along Sweetheart...." she said , leading Paul out of the room and closing it behind her.

An hour or so later , Mark was relieved to exit the car after the short drive home.
He grimaced and furiously rubbed the seat of his pants.
"Was the ride home a tad uncomfortable for you Sweetie?" Susan teased with a grin , making her man wince when she gave his rear a playful squeeze.
"I'll say!" Mark agreed reluctantly , walking stiffly to follow his Fiancee inside.

"Now why don't you go upstairs and get ready for our proper 'discussion' Mark !" Susan announced firmly.
Her Fiancee's jaw dropped"WHAT? But you just blistered my butt Honey! I can't take another spanking ! PLEASE?" he pleaded.
Susan was too busy opening the box containing Beth's gift to pay attention to his whining.
Scooping up the big hairbrush she rolled it over in her palm , "This will do very nicely....and it's going to get a lot of use !"she remarked.
Mark gasped at the very sight of the implement , almost an exact replica of the brush belonging to his Mother.
Susan pointed to the stairs , "No more arguments young man! Get upstairs and get ready for a REAL spanking !" she declared with a hint of glee.
Her Fiancee's eyes widened and his mouth opened , as for a moment he contemplated resistance , but Susan's posture was resolute.
"Yes Ma'am!" he replied before making his way upstairs.....

Thursday, January 16, 2020

In Praise of Older Women - MF Spanking Story




Paul shook his head when he examined the engine oil from his wife Beth's car.
It was dirty and thick as treacle ,indicating it had not been changed for months.

Moments later , Beth entered the garage with a cup of coffee for her Husband.
As usual she looked amazing and much younger than her 55 years,  her silk robe emphasizing her mature curves and offering Paul tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage and milky thighs.

She sat on the step and sipped her coffee , "So did you find the problem Sweetie?" she asked.
Her Husband's jaw tightened , "You mean problems Beth? The oil should have been changed months ago , the tires are low , the alignment is off , it needs a tune up , one headlight is shot and I really don't want to talk about the brakes !" he ranted.

His wife seemed unperturbed by his concern , "So will it be ready soon , we're leaving for the brunch in less than an hour!" she asked innocently.
Paul shrugged in disbelief , "Didn't you hear what I just said Beth? This car is not safe to drive....it's going nowhere until I've given it a full overhaul!"

Beth smiled , "Don't be silly Sweetheart....it's only a short drive to the restaurant,  we'll be fine. Now you'd best come inside and get out of those oily clothes......you know what happens when you keep us late!" she announced nonchalantly and made her way inside.

Paul could not believe his ears at how Beth had flubbed him off about the state of her car.
She was always the mature , responsible one in their marriage , but when it  came to cars she certainly was not!
"How could she let her car get into such bad shape, especially  when she was married to a car mechanic?" he thought to himself.
Not only that , after he had worked most of the morning on her car , she was actually blaming him because they were running late!

Then something else hit him. This was not just bout the car , it was about taking a stand. He was the expert on cars and was  advocating safety for them both , yet here was Beth overruling him ....quite arrogantly too.
Paul realized that he was usually the irresponsible one and Beth was the sensible one who kept him in line with a trip over her lap for a good old fashioned spanking with her hairbrush!
He had no problem accepting the spankings when he was in the wrong , but this was not the case today.
This was all Beth's doing!

He knew he had to take a stand on this issue or lose all credibility with his wife.
So after mentally preparing himself , Paul strode purposefully inside to find Beth sitting at her dresser applying lipstick to her full lips , "Beth we are not taking your car to the brunch and that is not negotiable!" he declared boldly.

Beth let out a chuckle and continued looking in the mirror , "So just how do you propose we get to and from the brunch Then Darling?" she asked him with a hint of contempt.
"We'll take my truck!" Paul replied curtly.

This time Beth turned her pretty face to confront him , "I am not driving anywhere in that old bucket!" she announced imperiously.
Paul felt a fury build up inside him at his wife's foolish and disrespectful response.
"Perhaps you Didn't hear me Beth...I said this is not negotiable . You're  car is not safe and it's  your own fault for letting it get in such bad shape.....an from now on I'll be checking it every week as you are clearly not responsible. We will be taking my truck to the brunch and that is final!" he declared bravely.

Paul actually felt a surge of confidence after he spoke .
He had never spoken to Beth that way before , but it had to be done.
For a moment Beth looked at him in disbelief , her jaw agape.
She knew Paul was right , but something inside her urged her to resist.
How dare he challenge her authority , perhaps it was their age difference telling her that she was not willing to relinquish any power to her much younger husband.....even if he was right!

"How dare you speak to me like that ! You're not the one in charge here young man. I'll give you 30 seconds to get out of those filthy overalls  and get over my knee! You need another dose of my hairbrush to remind you to be respectful!" she replied , reaching  for the ever present hairbrush on het dresser.

Paul was aghast at Beth's attitude and even more determined to stand firm.
It was true that he was the one who accepted the wrath of his wife's hairbrush on his bare backside as retribution for his misdeeds , but this time she was the one acting poorly!

He made a bold move by snatching the big brush from Beth's hand , "If anyone needs a spanking around here it's you Beth....and that's what I intend to do if you refuse to see sense!" he warned her , growing in his unfamiliar dominant role.

Beth was rendered speechless , so Paul took her wrist , raising her to her feet.
She looked defiantly into his eyes , "You wouldn't  dare !" she challenged .
Paul's confidence was soaring now and he was actually relishing his wife's feisty resistance.
"Oh you know I would dare Beth!" he replied , and she let out a girlish shriek when he tipped her over his outstretched knee.

Placing a hand on the hem of Beth's silk dressing gown he hoisted it up over her  shapely hips to reveal her delicious twin globes , framed in a tiny pair of black lace panties.
He happily skinned those down also to expose his wife's shapely derierre in all it's glory.

"Oooh! STOPPIT at once Paul! Let me up!" Beth cried indignantly.
Ignoring her , Paul raised his arm and snapped the brush sharply against Beth's right cheek.
He loved how her cheek jiggled and a pink oval appeared almost at once , "YEOOOW!" she yelped.

For the next few minutes Beth struggled wildly to free herself from Paul's iron grip as the brush continued to pepper het entire bottom, turning it a fiery red.
Her resistance eventually waned and she began pleading and apologizing as the heat in her bottom became unbearable.
"OK! OK! I'm sorry! I'm Sorry Paul! We'll take your truck!" she finally conceded.

Paul paused from his task and smoothed a palm over his wife's reddened cheeks noting  they were hot to the touch.
"Do you promise to listen to me and take better care of your car?" he asked  , and was both pleased and surprised at his wife's  response of , "Yes Sir!"
Paul hoisted  Beth onto  his lap , pulling her close and she  responded by kissing him passionately.
"I really need to get in the shower or we'll be late for the brunch Beth." Paul whispered.
"To hell with being on time....I'll join You!" Beth cooed , letting out a squeal when Paul scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom.

As expected , Beth and Paul were fashionably late for the brunch and Beth was pleased that it's buffet format would not require her to sit too much.
He bottom still burned terribly , but she loved it!
After filling her plate , Beth nestled close to Paul who wrapped a muscular arm around her.
"How is your bottom?" he asked her teasingly.
Beth pouted , "I think you know very well how it feels Sir....like its on fire!" She gave the seat of her dress a dramatic rub with her free hand , "That rough ride in that old truck of yours didn't help much you know... I felt every bump on my sore butt ! Your really should do something about that suspension you know, it's not safe !" she added.

Paul smiled , "So now you're an expert on car maintenance ?" he teased , "You're right though .....
I've been meaning to fix that for a while...." he confessed.
Beth grinned at him impishly ,"Really? That is really unacceptable ....especially for a car mechanic you know? I think we'll be having a little discussion about that when we get home!"
Paul blushed , "Beth ! You wouldn't....." he asked uncertainly.
Beth finished his sentence for hi , "I wouldn't DARE? Oh I think you know I would Sweetie!
You're going to find out just how uncomfortable it is riding in that truck sitting on a well spanked bottom....that will be just the motivation you need Sweetheart...."
Paul gulped and blushed.


Monday, January 13, 2020

In praise of older women - FM Spanking Story




"A spanking ? You can't be serious Beth?" Paul asked , his jaw dropping.
A wry smile played on his wife's face , "Don't sound surprised Sweetheart...I did warn you. If you insist on behaving like a naughty schoolboy I shall treat you like one. A good old fashioned spanking is what you deserve and I intend to give it to you. Now get those trousers down and get over my lap!"

Her response horrified her husband even more , "Trousers down? Over your lap?" he repeated incredulously.
"That's correct Paul . Don't make me have to fetch you !" Beth warned , reaching out to retrieve the big hairbrush from her dresser.
"What's that for?" her terrified husband asked.
Beth chuckled , "It's to spank you with silly!" she replied , tapping the back of the brush against her palm , "Ouchie!" she teased .

Then taking her seat on the big chair she rolled up her sleeve , hoisted her skirt to expose the tops of her silk stockings and milky thighs.
"Let's have you then!" she declared , patting her lap and a smile played on her face again when Paul undid his pants.

Paul and Beth had married barely two months ago , ignoring all the gossip and chatter about their relationship.
Not only was Beth 25 years older than Paul , but she was also his best friend's Mother!
It was all very awkward at times but they truly were in love so the age gap didn't matter to them , even though it was a bit odd to have his best friend Mark walk his bride down the aisle!

Paul and Beth even put up with the predictable jokes and teasing from his circle of friends due to their age difference .
'Did Beth ground you again Paul?'
'Does Beth tuck you into bed at night Paul?'
'Is Beth going to give you a spanking?'
Paul noticed when that last comment was made in Beth's presence she would nod and smile knowingly.
Now he knew why !

It was all his own fault anyway.
He knew he hadn't been pulling his weight in the marriage , still drinking and carousing with his friends , not doing his share of chores and little things like not picking up his clothes.
Beth tried scolding him about it , but didn't want to become a nag so would let it go.
Finally in exasperation after Paul spilt beer all over their new carpet she just blurted out , "Perhaps I should give you a spanking Paul?"
Her young Husband's face flushed with embarrassment and stunned him into silence.
Sensing she had touched a nerve , Beth continued , "Well should I Paul? " she probed , her finger wagging at him.
"What? Spank me?" Paul replied meekly.
"Yes ! Perhaps a little time laying over my lap having your bare bottom blistered with my hairbrush might be just what you need to smarten up!" Beth scolded.

Beth handed Paul the carpet cleaning supplies , "Clean up your mess Paul ! " she ordered and he reluctantly took them from her.
As he leaned over to scrub the carpet , Beth eyed Paul's manly posterior squeezed against his tight denims.
She raised her hand and gave it a firm , hearty smack , knocking Paul forward on his knees , "OUCH!" he yelped looking up at Beth.
Beth wagged a finger at him again , "I meant what I said about giving you a spanking Paul ! You had better smarten up fast !" she warned before turning on her heel and leaving him to think.

Paul did not heed the sound advice his new wife had given him , and now was facing the consequences.
There was no way he could get out of the spanking he was about to receive and he knew he deserved it.
So as Paul discarded his clothes , this time folding them neatly per Beth's instructions , Beth watched , tapping the back of the brush against her palm.

When Paul was naked , she curled a finger to beckon him to her.
The sight of his wife's enticing lap excited the young Husband and a larger than life erection was soon pointing  at his her.
Beth gazed at it in derision , "You seem to be quite excited about this spanking Paul , but let me tell you that you won't be for long. This is a real spanking young man and I intend to blister your butt! It's going to hurt a lot and you'll be feeling it each time you sit for the next few days!"she lectured.
Despite her dire warning , Paul's erection continued to grow!

When he crawled over Beth's lap , Paul grunted when her legs parted and clamped down on his rod.
Placing both palms on the floor , Paul found his bare backside was high in the air and his feet well off the ground.
Beth had him exactly where she wanted him!
While she rubbed and tapped the back of the brush against Paul's bare cheeks she began to scold and lecture him. There were a lot of offences so this took quite a while and Paul dutifully responded to any questions from Beth with the required "Yes Ma'am!"

His spanking had not even begun and Paul was already feeling very uncomfortable and vulnerable .
Beth loved Paul's backside.
It was firm and muscular but with that boyish look and a roundness that made it perfect for spanking.
She had been yearning to have it over her lap since the moment they met and now it had finally arrived.
She smoothed a palm over the peach buzzed twin globes and gave each a cute little squeeze that made her young husband flinch.
Then she raised her arm high and Paul's first spanking began!
She was going to enjoy this a lot!

At that moment , Beth's son Mark pulled into the driveway to return a tool he had borrowed from Paul.
The garage door was open so he went in and placed the tool back on the rack.
As he did ,  muffled noises coming from inside the house caught his attention.
They were sharp and had a rhythmic beat to them.
'WHAP!' 'WHOP !' 'WHOP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'

He opened the door to the kitchen and ventured inside where the sounds were more distinctive.
'WHACK!' 'CRAACK!' 'WHAP!' 'WHACK!' 'CRAAACK !'
The cries of a male voice were interspersed between them.
"OOOW!" "YEOOW!" "OUCH!"
The sounds were very familiar to Mark and thoughts of the past flooded back.

Entranced , he listened carefully as the sounds continued.
There was no doubt they were the sounds of a hairbrush being applied to bare skin.
Someone was getting one heck of a spanking but who ?
It did not take him long to conclude that the recipient was Paul and the spankec must be his Mother.

He recalled many years ago arriving home early from a school outing to hear similar sounds.
When he crept upstairs he saw his Father draped over his Mother's lap getting a bare-bottomed spanking.
His Father was a tough man but he was bawling like a baby and Mark had never seen a backside so red!
He never said a word but noticed his Father wince and squirm on his seat at dinner that night.
After that he noticed his Dad did a lot of squirming and grimacing , especially on Sunday evenings when the kids were out at Sunday school for the morning!
He also noticed the big , old fashioned hairbrush that adorned his Mother's dresser even though he never saw her use it to brush her hair.

As Paul's spanking intensified , Mark decided to leave the scene as he had done all those years ago when his Dad was being Spanked , but left a text message for Paul to join him for a drink later.
About an hour passed until Paul texted him back to confirm , albeit with the condition he could not stay long.

Before he left for his rendezvous with Mark , Paul tidied up the garage , one of a number of tasks assigned to him by Beth during their post spanking discussion.
He noticed that the tool he had loaned Mark was neatly back in its place.
He knew he had not returned it there and immediately began worrying that Paul may have overheard his spanking.
"Surely not?", he assured himself nervously.

The two friends greeted each other warmly as it had been a while since they had met.
Mark had chosen a secluded corner of the bar with two big plush armchairs and sank back into his as Paul hesitated.
"I thought these would be more comfortable for you to sit on Paul ....after....or we could stand at the bar if you prefer?" he said.
The two good friends kept no secrets from each other and Paul knew his friend was aware of this one!

Carefully Paul lowered himself onto the cushion with a grimace and squirmed around for comfort.
"You were at our house today? I saw the sander I lent you was back in the garage." Paul began tentatively.
Mark nodded.
"So I assume you heard....." Paul continued , his face flushing.
"My Mom giving you a spanking? Yes I did."his friend confirmed.

"She sure knows how to spank!" Paul declared with a grin to try and lighten things up.
"I know!" Mark agreed.
"So you Mother spanked you and your sister's?" Paul inquired.
Mark shook his head, "He'll no? Mom and Dad never laid a finger on us. Just the sound of Mom's voice was enough to keep us kids in line.....but when Mom was mad at Dad it was a different story!"

Paul's jaw dropped , "Beth spanked your Dad too!"
Mark nodded , "Yes....not in front of us but a few times we heard her spank him when we came home early. Poor Dad couldn't sit comfortably for days after one of Mom's spankings!"
"I can relate to that!" Paul concurred , "I guess I deserved it anyway. I haven't been pulling my weight and behaved pretty badly lately..." he mused.
"......the great thing was the sex afterwards we....." Paul began but his friend raised a hand for him to stop.
"TMI ! She's my Mom remember?" he said.
" Sorry....I forgot again..." his friend acknowledged.
"Don't worry Paul , your secret is safe with me.....but you better gett ready for a lot more spankings!" Mark replied.




Monday, January 6, 2020

While the Kids are Away....Mom Spanks Dad - FM Spanking Comic

Another spanking scenario inspired by the exploits of Dan and his wife Anne over at the Disciplinary Couples Club....





Thursday, January 2, 2020

Lady Blackwell's Study - FM Spanking Story






Lady Cynthia looked at her sister Marigold and tried to melt the icy atmosphere at the Blackwell family dinner table with some small talk.
“There’s still enough time for us to go riding after dinner.” she suggested.
Her sister responded with a nod , barely looking up from her plate.

Ever since the incident at  last night’s dinner party the tension between their parents was palpable.
“If you do , I  want you to stay away from Jasper and George , understand ?” Lord Blackwell roared angrily at them.

“Henry ! Don’t  yell at the girls at the dinner table! Their infatuation with those two young men is quite normal , and besides , after your behaviour last night you are hardly in a position to advise anyone about how to behave are you?” Lady Blackwell interjected.
“Are you going on about that again?” Henry sighed .
“Yes I am , and I am far from finished discussing it with you! I told you I would be dealing with you later in that regard and I meant it!” she scolded.

Lady Blackwell looked over at her daughters ,”Actually , it would be good if you two could go for a ride after dinner . Your Father and I have matters to discuss in the study...don’t we Dear?” she said.
“Penelope please....I’ve already said I was sorry....” Lord Blackwell reasoned.
His wife gave him a familiarly stern look , “Well let me assure you that you are going to be a lot sorrier ! “

The two sisters knew exactly what their Mother meant and grinned at each other , “May we leave the table Father?” Cynthia asked , enjoying her Father’s obvious discomfort.
Lord Blackwell’s face flushed , “Yes you may.” he replied reluctantly.
“Be back by 8 girls...and if we are still in the study go straight to bed!” Lady Blackwell instructed.
“Yes Mother!” the daughters chirped, trying to disguise their giggles as they left.

Lady Blackwell looked at Mason the Butler , “Please prepare the study for me in the usual fashion Mason.” she requested.
Mason nodded a reply, “I already have Milady.”
Lady Blackwell stood up , “Follow me Henry !” she ordered firmly.
Reluctantly her husband rose , “Yes Ma’am.” he muttered.

"Hurry up Cynthia , Jasper and George are waiting for us at the stables!" Marigold said.
Her sister was already going in the opposite direction towards the study , "They can wait Marigold. I knew Mother was going to give Father a thrashing so I know how we can get a front row seat!" she replied.

By the time the two young ladies had scaled the big tree outside the study window , a contrite Lord Blackwell was disrobing while  Lady Blackwell leaned against the big mahogany desk swishing the cane through the air.

Cynthia and Marigold could barely contain their excitement , they knew their Mother disciplined their Father but they had never before had an opportunity to watch the scene develop right in front of their eyes.
It was also the first time they had seen their Father naked and the sight took both of them by surprise.
For a man in his fifties , his lean and muscular physique was impressive , but not as impressive as his manhood !
"Ohmigosh! Look at Father's thingie...it's enormous !" Cynthia gasped.
"....and I thought George's was big !" Marigold concurred.

Lady Blackwell eyed her naked Husband and curled a finger to beckon him closer.
The pair of observers could not hear what their Mother was saying but clearly she was giving Lord Blackwell a severe scolding.
His head drooped and his face flushed red as Lady Blackwell wagged a finger at him and occasionally slapped her cane against the flat desk which startled her Husband as much as the two young ladies.

Finally , they saw Lady Blackwell roll up her sleeve and point to the desk .
Without hesitation , Lord Blackwell leaned his body across the desk taking a firm grip with both hands.
From their vantage point the young ladies observed a look of sheer terror appear on their Father's face as Lady Blackwell paced menacingly behind him , swishing the cane through the air.
Beads of sweat were visible on Lord Blackwell's brow when he felt the cane brush tantalizingly against his bare backside.
There was no doubt that Lady Blackwell was thoroughly enjoying herself , savouring her sense of power over her man.

'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OW!" 
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "YEOOW!"
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OW!" 'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OW! OW! OOOW!"
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OW!" 'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OUCH!" "YEOOW!"

Cynthia and Marigold cringed when their Mother delivered the first six stinging strokes of the cane to Lord Blackwell's lily white buttocks.
She paused . looking on in satisfaction as angry , red stripes slowly appeared on his skin.
"Wow! Mother really knows how to swing that cane .....I'd love to try that on Jasper's rear end !" Cynthia gushed in admiration,
"I can't wait to do the same to George !" Marigold agreed.

Lord Blackwell's grip on the desk tightened and he struggled to stay in place while his wife expertly laid on another 6 strokes of the cane to his squirming backside.
This time she applied them slowly and methodically , choosing her spot and pausing for effect after each stroke.
'SWISH!' 'THWHACK!' "YEOOW!"
'SWISH!' 'WHAACK!' "GAAAH!"
'SWISH!' 'THWHACK!' "OOOOOW!"
'SWISH!' 'WHAACK!' "AAAAH!"
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "SSSSSSHHHH!"
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OUCH!"

Lady Blackwell placed a soothing palm on her Husband's scorched and striped cheeks .
"Oh my Henry....your bottom looks so much more enticing when it's hot and striped from my cane !" she cooed.
Lord Blackwell struggled up , immediately cupping both of his punished cheeks with his hands.
Meanwhile , Lady Blackwell was already sitting comfortably on the large leather chair in the centre of the room.
"Bring me the Hairbrush and get over my lap Henry !" she ordered firmly , patting her lap for emphasis.
Henry frowned , "Aw no Milady....not the brush too...the cane was enough....I've learned my lesson!" he pleaded.

Cynthia and Marigold were surprised and impressed to see how their Mother had turned their powerful , proud Father into a snivelling schoolboy with her cane.
Now she was going to put him over her lap land spank him like a naughty boy!
How embarrassing ! How exciting !

'SMACK!''SMACK!''SMACK!''SMACK!''SMACK!'
'WHOP!' 'WHAP!' WHOP!' 'WHAP!'WHOP!' 'WHAP!'
"OOW!" "OUCH!" "YEOOOW!" "STOPPIT !  I'M SORRY!" "OW!" "YEOOW!"

Lady Blackwell's brush danced all over her Husband's rear quarters soon turning it a blazing red.
His Lordship kicked , bucked and squirmed on his wife's lap as she snapped the back of the brush against his chastened cheeks again and again until he was wailing and sobbing like a small child.

Cynthia and Marigold could not believe their eyes .
In just a few short minutes their Mother had turned the tables on strong and mighty Lord Blackwell , transferring all the power from him to her.
It was indeed an impressive display.

Lady Blackwell pointed to the floor and Henry knelt before her to undo her boots.
Seductively she hoisted her long dress and slid her silk stockings down over her milky thighs.
Henry could only look on in awe as she raised her bare feet and placed them before his face.
Instinctively he leaned forward and began hungrily sucking on each of her toes.
For the girls it was a comical sight to see their Father's red , welted and striped bottom wiggle in the air as he licked and sucked at his wife's feet.

Finally , Lady Blackwell spread her legs and took a grip on Lord Blackwell's hair , guiding it up her thighs before planting his face on her sweet , honey spot.
Lord Blackwell's head bobbed as he pleasured his wife , while Lady Blackwell tossed her head back in groans of ecstasy.

Cynthia and Marigold were shook from their trance by two familiar male voices .
"Cynthia?" "Marigold?" "What the Dickens are you two doing up that tree at this hour? We've been waiting for you at the stables!"
It was Jasper and George and the two young ladies were most happy to see them.
After watching their parents '  seductive activities in the Study , Cynthia and Marigold were feeling very 'frisky'.

Cynthia looked at Marigold , "Are you thinking what I'm thinking sister?" she smirked.
"Well it appears Father and Mother will be preoccupied for the next while so why not ?" he younger sister replied.
The pair descended the tree and fell into the strong , muscular arms of the two handsome young Groomsmen.
"What were you doing up there?" Jasper asked Cynthia.
Cynthia snuggled into his broad chest and placed a hand on Jasper's burgeoning manhood.
"Never mind that Jasper ....why did you and George not wait for us at the Stables as we asked ?" she said firmly , tightening her grip on Jasper's member.
"Well....I....we thought...." he babbled in obvious confusion.

Marigold placed a hand between George's legs and cooed to discover a growing erection beneath , "I would say that was severe disobedience which needs to be punished wouldn't you Cynthia?" she declared gushed boldly.
"Disobedience ? Punished? You can't...." George stammered.
"Yes Marigold , let's take our two naughty boys over to Mother's private stable and 'deal' with them in the Blackwell women way!" Cynthia agreed.

Jasper protested , "You can't do that Lady Cynthia!"
Cynthia placed a finger seductively on his lips , "Oh yes I can Jasper my love....unless you prefer I tell Mother and let her 'deal' with you two?" she teased.
"You wouldn't dare!"George said.
He yelped when Marigold gave the seat of his tight riding pants a hearty whack with her riding crop.
"There will be a lot more where that came from once we get to the stable George ....now March!" Marigold declared.
Lady Cynthia looked at her younger sister in awe , "Marigold ! You never fail to surprise me!" she gushed , before applying her crop to Jasper's backside in similar fashion.
"AIOOW!" he yelped and hopped comically in the air.
"Come along Jasper Dear and take your medicine !" she giggled.

Mr. McInytre chuckled at the sight of Jasper and George being led to the privacy of Lady Blackwell's stable by the two diminutive young ladies who  propelled their men forward with well placed whacks to the seat of their tight riding pants that made them yelp and hop.
Minutes later , the measured , rhythmic 'WHOPS' of wood being applied to bare skin,  accompanied by manly yelps and female giggles were echoing from the stable.

Inside , Cynthia held a naked Jasper firmly over her lap and was enthusiastically cracking the big brush venomously against his deliciously taut rear quarters.
"WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'CRACK!' 'SMACK!'
"OOW!" "OUCH!" "STOPPIT!" "YEOOW!"

Beside her , Marigold had a still dressed but struggling George trapped over her thighs , snapping her crop smartly against his skin tight pants.
'WHAP!''WHAP!'WHAP!'WHAP!'WHAP!
"OOOW!" "YEOOOW!" "STOPPPIT!" "OUCH!"
The young lady paused to admire the marks her crop made on the seat of George's pants
"OK George take off you clothes .....it's your turn for the brush! she giggled , tumbling poor George onto the floor.
"Hurry up Cynthia .....I can't wait to try that brush on George's bottom !" Marigold chirped as George disrobed.
Her sister paused to inspect her handiwork . She had never seen a bottom so red and blistered.
"Just a dozen more good ones and Jasper will be done Marigold !" she replied.
'WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!'
"YEOOOW!" "OOOOOW!" "OUCH!" "OW! OW!"
'WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!'
"AAAAAH!" "GUUUUMPH!" "OW!" "OW!" OUCH!!!"
"There ! That will do nicely! " she declared with a satisfied glow before handing the big brush to Marigold.
Outside , McIntyre grinned and shook his head , "I did warn those two to beware of those Blackwell ladies!" he said to himself .

A short while later , the two young ladies sat exhausted , wiping their brows as their red-tailed boyfriends stood squirming in the corner.
"OK! You two can came out of the corner now!" Cynthia announced , gasping when the pair of massive twin erections pointed at them.
"Oh my! What are we to do with those sister?" Marigold exclaimed.
"I think you know very well Marigold." her sister replied.

"Thank you Mason." Lord Blackwell said when the Butler placed an oversized pillow on his chair.
Lady Blackwell smiled and their daughters giggled when he agonizingly lowered himself onto it.
Mason handed Lady Blackwell a note , "From Mr. McIntyre." he said.
Cynthia and Marigold looked at each other uncomfortably while their Mother read the note.
"Anything important my Dear?" Lord Blackwell asked through a grimace.
"It appears Jasper and George violated their curfew last night so I'll need to deal with them after breakfast ." she replied nonchalantly.

Lord Blackwell scowled at his two guilt-ridden daughters , "I hope you two are not responsible for this! I warned you to stay away from those two!"
"Stop yelling at once Henry !  You know very well those two rascals are more than capable of getting into mischief all on their own. A good thrashing is all they understand and that's exactly what they'll get!" his wife said sternly.

"Now I think you should apologize to the girls for that outburst!" she demanded.
Lord Blackwell was outraged , "Like Hell I will ! Apologize for what?"
His wife paused to take a sip from her teacup , "I really do not like your tone Henry.....and after last night's quite thorough discussion ! Perhaps we need to have another private 'discussion' in the study?" she warned.
Lord Blackwell blushed and shifted on his sore seat , recalling how his wife had blistered his backside last night  , and he had no appetite for more , "No Ma'am " he promptly replied.

Then looking at his daughters he , somewhat reluctantly,  offered his apologies.
"Don't look so smug ladies!" Lady Blackwell warned her daughters with a wagging finger, "I'm sure Jasper and George will be very forthcoming , so if you were involved I will find out !"

Over at the stables , Jasper and George looked very subdued and humble when they brought out Cynthia's and Marigold's horses out for their morning ride.
"Have you recovered from last night Gentlemen ?" Cynthia teased as Jasper helped her into her saddle.
"Your bottoms must be terribly sore from that nasty brush ?" Marigold asked , feigning sympathy.
George scowled at them , "It's true you ladies warmed our behinds good last night , but we're more worried about what Lady Blackwell will do to us once she finds out we broke our curfew...no thanks to you two!"

Cynthia pouted , "It seems to me that you were enjoying yourself so much you insisted we stay longer Jasper.....and if your dare tell Mother we were there you'll regret it!"
Just then , the Butler Mason arrived , " Jasper and George ! Her Ladyship wishes to see you in her study right away !" he announced tersely.
"In her Study?" the two young men gasped in unison.
"Yes her Study....you two must be in serious trouble if she intends to deal with you there. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes !" Mason added with a grin.

Cynthia and Marigold giggled as their boyfriends scurried across the courtyard to their unpleasant rendezvous in the study.
"Let's go riding later Cynthia ...." Marigold suggested , "....we have just enough time to climb back up the tree before Mother gets started on those two !" she gushed.