Late Night Lesson from Mom

 Christina parked her car and nervously looked at the clock. It read 1:31AM, which meant it was 2 and 1/2 hours past curfew. She was filled with both the fear of missing curfew and the annoyance that she had one; after all, she was 22, and none of her other friends had curfews. 

Christina got out of the car and took a look at her house, seeing all the lights were out. She felt a big sense of relief that this meant everyone was asleep and she’d get away with it. After closing the car door as quietly as she could to avoid making any noise, she carefully made her way to the front door, sliding her key in slowly and opening it slow to avoid any creaking. Once she was in the dark house, she shut the door and locked it. She was in!

“Christina!” came Mom’s voice, giving her a heart attack. The standing lamp in the living room flickered on, revealing Mom sitting on a chair in her house dress. She looked pissed. 

“Oh, uh, hi Mom,” Christina nervously started, slowly walking into the living room. 

“Look at the time! Why are you home way past curfew? We’ve talked about this.”

“Well, I was at Kim’s and we were watching a movie, and we lost track of time, and it was late, an-“

“So you lost track of time for almost 3 hours? You didn’t even call or text or anything to let me know you’d be late?”

“Well, I didn’t want to wake you up, I didn’t wanna bother-“

“No, you didn’t want to get in *trouble* is what it was. Well here we are, and you are.”

“But Mom, I’m too old to have a curfew. I’m 22!”

“You may be 22 but you still act like a child. If you were responsible and mature, you wouldn’t need rules to guide you. But you are, so you do. And this is MY house. And as long as you live under MY roof, you’ll follow MY rules.” Christina stomped her foot and crossed her arms. 

“Ugh, this is SO unfair.” Mom stood up, now pushed to her limit. 

“This is unfair? You’re a legal adult and you live here rent free, phone paid for, you don’t work and you come and go as you please. And yet the few rules I ask you to follow, you can’t. You know whose fault this is?”

“Uhh, rock and roll’s? MTV’s? Society’s?”

“No. Mine. I was raised a certain way growing up, and I decided to take a different approach with you, a way much less strict and overbearing. I thought I was doing the right thing, but really, I failed you. But there’s still time for you Christina. There’s still hope. It’s not too late for you to be on a better path, I just have to get you to it.” Christina was lost. 

“Uh, Mom. What’re you talking about?”

Mom grabbed Christina by the wrist and walked her to the couch. She took a seat in the center. 

“I’m going to deal with you the way Grandma dealt with me. The same type of parenting that I thought I should steer clear of when really I should’ve done just as she did. Christina, I love you, but it’s time for you to face some real discipline. Some tough love. Bend over my lap.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re going to get a spanking.”

“Excuse me?! First a curfew? Now a spanking? Are you serious?!”

“Very. Over my lap, don’t make me tell you again.”

“Mom, I’m too old for that.”

“Nonsense. I’m your mother and you’ll do as I say.” The next thing Christina knew, Mom grabbed her and pulled her over her lap. Her feet stayed on the floor while her upper body stayed on the couch, her jean-clad bottom right in Mom’s lap. 

“Hey!”

Mom began spanking Christina, doing steady swats one at a time across both cheeks one. 

“Heyyy! Are you serious?!” Christina whined. 

“Mhm,” Mom answered, not stopping the punishment. 

“Ow! Mom that hurts! Ow!”

“It’s supposed to. It’s meant to teach you a lesson.” 

Mom kept spanking for a few minutes, Christina whining and fussing. After 2 minutes, Mom stopped. 

“Finally,” Christina mumbled. 

“Stand up and drop your pants,” Mom told her. 

“WHAT?” Christina asked in disbelief. 

“You heard me. That just a warmup before the real spanking starts.”

“Mom, I’m not a baby. I don’t need to be treated like this.”

“If you were a responsible adult, you would’ve been home by 11 like we talked about. Now stand up and take your pants down, NOW!” Mom gave her a slap on the “NOW!”

Christina pushed herself off of Mom’s lap and stood before her, her fingers on the buttons of her jeans. She stood hesitantly, looking at Mom for some sort of sympathy. 

“Do I have to?” she whined. 

“No,” Mom answered, giving her a small sense of relief before shattering it by reaching forward. “I will.” Christina threw her hands up a bit in shock as Mom unbuttoned and unzippered her jeans and began tugging down on them. She got the jeans down to Christina’s knee and patted her lap. “Back over.” 

The embarrassed daughter sighed in embarrassment as she bent back over Mom’s lap. Mom took a look at her daughter’s behind, noticing her cheeks were out. She looked and saw she was wearing… a blue thong?!

“What is this?” Mom asked, taking hold of the thong by the waistband and pulling at it to look at it. 

“Ah! What? My underwear?”

“This is NOT underwear. This doesn’t even cover anything!” Mom yanked on the thong. “It’s just a wedgie!”

“Ow! Hey! It’s fine, it’s MY underwear!”

“I don’t remember buying you these filthy disgusting things. No daughter of MINE is going to wear such filth. Where did you get this?”

“I bought it! Stop pulling on it! It hurts!”

“Well I’ll be making sure you don’t keep this. I’ll be going through your drawer and throwing out any and all of these skimpy little things.” 

“What?! Why!?”

“Because as long as you live in my house you’ll wear what I say. And since this doesn’t cover anything anyway,” Mom stopped pulling up on the thong and instead started pulling it down to take it off. Christina flung her hand back to grab it but Mom smacked her hand. “Move your hand!”

“Don’t take them down! It’s embarrassing!”

“You’re my daughter, I used to wipe your behind for you, no need to be embarrassed, except for maybe your bad attitude.” Mom got the thong down to Christina’s knees with her jeans and returned to her butt. 

“Now hush before you wake your father up. I’m sure he’d wear your bottom out, even more than I’m about to.”

Mom began spanking again, this time going a little faster and doing firmer, harder swats. Christina cringed and whined, filling the room with moans and “ow!”s as Mom worked. Her bottom warmed as Mom’s cold hand smacked it. At one point she kicked her leg, but Mom pushed it back down. 

“Keep your legs down, don’t fuss!”

“It hurts!”

“Good. It’s supposed to.”

Mom spanked harder and faster as the minutes past, ignoring her daughters pleas. 

“Okay okay! Ow! Mom please! Stop! Ouch! I’ve learned my lesson! Ahhh ow ow! Mom cmon!”

“I’ll decide when you’ve learned dear,” Mom said, not breaking the punishment. She did another 3 full minutes before stopping again. 

“Are we done?” Christina asked hopefully. 

“Not quite,” Mom said, rubbing her daughter’s red cheeks. “Stand up,” she said with a firm smack. Christina pushed herself off Mom’s lap and on to her feet, covering herself up front. “Take off your pants and your underwear,” was the next command. 

“Mom, they’re already down,” whined Christina. 

“Off I said, all the way. Everything below your waist comes off. Now.”

Christina let out a sigh as she kicked off her shoes and socks and kicked them to the side. She then pushed her jeans down to her ankles and stepped out of them, and did the same with her thong, returning her hands to her groin. 

“Give me that disgusting thong,” Mom said, holding out her hand. Christina bent over and picked it up with one hand, handing it to Mom who took it carefully by the waistband. She held it up and examined it with a look of disgust before standing up. “I’ll be throwing this out. You stay put.” Mom stood up and stormed out with the thong. Christina stood awkwardly half naked and started rubbing her butt to alleviate some of the pain. 

A few moments later Mom returned, not with Christina’s thong, but with a hairbrush. Christina threw her hands down in front again, her eyes wide at the sight of the weapon. 

“Mom..”

“Nuh-uh,” Mom interrupted, sitting back down. “Back over my lap.” Christina whined and resumed her position over Mom’s lap. Mom patted the hairbrush to the red cheeks at her mercy. “I asked you to be home by 11, and you walked in at 1:30. That’s 2 1/2 hours. Should I spank you with this for 2 1/2 hours?” 

Christina began wiggling in fear in her lap. 

“WHAT! No Mom! That’s too long!” Mom responded with a few sharp slaps to the behind to quiet her, which it did minus a few yelps of pain. 

“And that wasn’t too long for me to sit up and wait?” Christina didn’t have an answer. “No, I suppose not. But yes that would be excessive. So since you came in at 1:30, I think 130 swats with this brush oughta do the trick.”

“What?! Mom! Stop!”

“Oh? Is 130 not enough? Should I make it an even 150?”

“NO!” 

“Keep your voice down! It’s 130 swats. Fuss again and it’s 200. Now shush.” Mom began spanking Christina with the brush, doing sharp, quick smacks across each cheek. Christina whined and moaned in pain, wiggling her legs and kicking her feet. Mom however was merciless, quietly dispensing the punishment to her anything-but-quiet daughter. 

By the 50th smack, Mom started doing 10 smacks in a row on each cheek, causing Christina to whine louder.

“Mom! Ow! Ouch! Stop please! Ah! I’ll be good! Ow! I’ll never stay out past curfew again! Ouch!” Mom’s response was to keep spanking. 

Finally after a few minutes, Mom stopped. Her sweaty and pained daughter laid there, her bottom burning. 

“Are we done?” Christina asked weakly. 

“We’re at 120. 10 more to go. They will be fast, they will be hard. You STAY STILL and you STAY QUIET. If you don’t, I start back from 1.”

Christina barely had time to process this before Mom began the hits, going hard and fast across each cheek 5 times. Christina gripped the couch and held her breath, taking it like a champ. 

Eight! Nine! TEN! Mom finished with a final hard smack on the right cheek. Christina finally let go of the couch, got some air, and started sobbing into the couch cushion. Her ass was on fire. Mom placed the brush down beside her and rubbed the rosy cheeks for a moment before patting Christina’s butt. 

“Stand up.” Christina managed to get herself on to her feet, covering herself with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. Mom stood up as well and hugged Christina. “I love you, dear.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

“I did that not because I wanted to, but because I had to. And I’ll do it again if I need to. Understand?” Christina nodded. 

“I’ll never break curfew again, I promise,” she said between sobs. Mom let go of the hug and held her daughter and kissed her forehead.

“Good. Now let’s go to your room.”

Christina and Mom went into Christina’s bedroom. Mom pulled open her underwear drawer and began digging around inside, pulling out thongs. Christina stood uncomfortably aside, covering herself up with one hand and rubbing with the other. After a few moments, Mom pulled out every thong, leaving a few regular pairs of panties left. “Tomorrow we’ll go to the mall and I’ll buy you new, appropriate underwear. In the meantime, I’ll get rid of these. And Christina, stand in the corner and don’t come out until I say so. Understand?”

Christina could barely understand all of this but she nodded and marched herself into a corner of her bedroom and faced it, lest she incur another session with the brush. “And don’t touch your butt or else,” Mom warned. Christina quickly pushed her hands to the side, trying to resist the urge to rub and try to partially cool the fire. 

Mom in the meantime collected all of Christina’s thongs and headed to the kitchen to throw them all out. Christina stood facing the corner, hating that was being treated like a little kid, getting spanked and having her Mom pick out her underwear for her. But deep down she knew that if she was going to act that way, Mom was going to treat her that way.