The doorknob turned and Laura walked in the room. Anna looked up at her mother from the bed where she was sitting, still hugging her pillow.

The look in the girl’s eyes was unintelligible, Laura thought. It was curious, excited, maybe even beseeching a little. She wouldn’t know. But it sure was something the woman had never seen before.

“M-Mum?...” Anna said.

Laura sat on the bed beside her, and Anna gulped. She didn’t back away though.

“An... are you afraid?”

The girl shook her head... too quickly to be true. The second later, she sighed, hung her head, and nodded. “I... not of you... it’s because it’s going to happen, and...”

“I know. That’s okay. But, I think it would do you good to know how it feels. And I think once you’ve tasted a spanking, you won’t want to try it again.”

Anna gulped again. to think that those words were coming out of her mother’s mouth was unbelievable, and yet, it was *true*. That was such a change. Okay, this wasn’t a punishment, but still.

On the other hand, the girl swore she would’ve been happy to know her mum was finally spanking her... but the awkwardness was by far outshining the good parts, and she didn’t like that.

“O-okay...” Anna muttered. “I’m not so sure anymore though...”

Laura took a deep breath. She wanted to say “okay then, no problem, let’s not talk about this ever again”, but she knew that was the easy way out, and it would leave unresolved problems that might be a part of their lives for who knows how long.

“I understand,” the mother said, “but you don’t have a choice now, my girl. You wanted a spanking, and now you’re going to get it.”

Anna’s head spun even more at that. She couldn’t believe her ears, and to be told that she didn’t have a choice, it was making her tummy churn most unpleasantly.

“Well...” she started, after licking her dry lips. “Okay, but... n-not too hard okay? Promise?”

Laura gave in to this. “I promise,” she said, and then patted her lap.

Anna wondered what she’d do if the spanking *was* too hard. She had every intention to take it as a grownup: Ginny didn’t cry, so she wouldn’t either. Laura, on her behalf, wondered what she’d do if Anna really tried to escape or something. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to hold her down.

Slowly, Anna got up from her sitting position and let go of the pillow. She knelt up to her mother’s side, and stared at her lap. So this is what Ginny feels like every time she gets spanked..., she thought to herself, and gulped again.

Her hesitation was visible, and Laura just waited. Soon enough, though, the girl was lowering herself in the time-honoured spanking position. The soft weight on the her thighs felt strange. Laura was not a touchy-feely person to begin with, and this felt a tad awkward on her end too.

Anna’s white sweater was raised, to reveal her flowered pantyhose. The girl shifted uncomfortably on her mother’s lap as Laura placed a hand on her round, tightly-wrapped bottom. That’s all she did for a little bit, just resting her hand there, unsure of what to do next.

It came to her soon, though. Just as Anna knew how to get in position without having ever been spanked, Laura knew how to spank without having ever done it. Somehow, that was feeling more and more natural as seconds passed, and the awkwardness dissipated.

Not on Anna’s end, though, because feeling her mother’s hand back there brought tears to her eyes. This was embarrassing beyond belief, and not *quite* what she’d been expecting of a spanking!... and when the first smack came, it got even worse.

Laura raised her hand and let it come down with moderate strength across her daughter’s backside.

Anna gasped and her body shook in an involuntary jerk. She’d felt the swat, yes, but not that much. The knowledge that she was being spanked was far worse than that light sting.

Swat!... Smack!... Splat!...

The sting soon increased, though, as Laura found her rhythm. She smacked the centre of the girl’s bottom over and over again, with no changes in style or target, nor varying the force of the swats.

Soon Anna was yelping soft “oww’s” and “ouches” with each blow, and her body was less and less quiet across her mother’ slap.

Swat!... Smack!... Splat!...

Another twelve smacks or so came down before Laura paused, and by then, Anna was squirming quite a bit across her lap. The little girl had tears stinging her eyes but didn’t want to give up and cry. Her mother noticed, but that was the least of her worries.

To be hitting her daughter felt horrible, and yet, at the same time, that feeling of naturalness was becoming stronger with every smack – as though having your child across your lap was a perfectly normal thing, an irreplaceable moment in every parent’s life that somehow Laura had deprived herself of.

Could something feel so bad and so good at the same time?

Her conflicting emotions had to be kept on hold, though, as Laura proceeded.

“Okay... how do you feel?” she asked.

Anna didn’t respond at first. She took a few moments to settle down and stop squirming, and a hand reached back to rub her offended backside.

“I... yeeaah...” she whined, and her voice came out weird.

Laura nodded. “I’m going to take these down now,” she said, pinching the seat of her pantyhose.

Anna’s blood ran cold, and she shook her head instinctively. She kind of expected it, but was none the less surprised... though not as surprised as when she heard herself say, “o-okay Mum.”

Laura could feel the tension in her daughter, reflecting in her stiff body and her less-than-lively responses. Still, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of Anna’s tights, and pulled. But they wouldn’t come down, so she circled the girl’s waist with an arm and lifted her up, just that couple of inches she needed to make the undergarment slipped past the hips and down.

Anna was wearing Hello Kitty! white panties with drawings, and that was the only thing that was (barely) keeping the girl from dying. She couldn’t imagine baring her bottom for her mother, that was just impossible! Unthinkable. This was awful enough... but for her too there was an unexpected, and incomprehensible, feeling of naturalness associated with it all...

... a feeling that quickly dissolved as soon as Laura’s flat hand slapped the tightly-sheathed, upturned round cheeks looking up at her.

“Oww!” It stung so much more without the protection of her tights! Anna hadn’t realised they offered such a padding, until now.

Her mother was surprised as well, but that didn’t keep her from repeating the smack. Again it struck on the same place, at the exact centre of Anna’s bottom, covering most of both cheeks in the middle.

The girl bucked again, and Laura kept a hand on the small of her back to quieten her. That did lessen the wriggles, but Anna’s vocal reactions to the spanking didn’t change.

“Ouch!... nghhmm... ow that... that hurt!”

She hissed between her teeth, and yelped, and gave tiny meek cries of pain, but to her credit, she didn’t exactly cry out. The sting was there, but it didn’t make her want to cry, nor it was so little she could just ignore it. As inexperienced as she was about spankings, Anna still understood she was in a limbo. Not unpleasant enough, and not pleasant enough either.

And then, “that” special kind of feeling that would make her tummy twist and turn wasn’t there. Not now. It had always been there, especially in the latest year, whenever she’d think of spankings, but now... it was like vanished.

Swat!... Spank!... Smack!... Whack!...

Laura’s hand kept rising and falling, and she moved her smacks around a little, although sticking to the parts covered by Anna’s panties.

A couple of dozens swats later the girl was squirming in earnest, and ever smack was accompanied by a louder gasp and a louder yelp. Laura didn’t feel she was hitting hard, but she knew it must have still felt rather sound to a twelve-year-old, even if going on thirteen, even if not a cry-baby like Anna.

Six more, and then she stopped.

Anna swallowed hard, and coughed. Her throat was raucous for some reason, and one tear was trickling down her face. There was a huge knot in her throat, and her chest was tight. Her nose was running just a bit. She was right there, on the verge of crying... but couldn’t... wouldn’t... she needed just a little more, she knew. Only a little more spanking on the seat of her panties, and...

Laura’s fingers started to pull down Anna’s underwear, but when the woman was already seeing half of the girl’s pinkish bare bottom, Anna gasped and shot up, back into kneeling position, and quickly replaced the garment.

“N-no, Mum... not bare...” she murmured.

There she was. Laura blinked, and her heartbeat quickened. She needed to take a decision now. She could go ahead and impose her maternal authority and order Anna to comply. Or, even more, she could easily overpower the girl and *bare* her, herself... but couldn’t... wouldn’t...

“Anna... well...”

“No,” the girl said, “it’s okay, I... I’ve had enough... thanks Mum.”

And with that, she climbed down from her bed, clumsily rearranging her tights back in place. She leant forward to kiss her mother’s cheek and hug her briefly. The woman hugged back, but too soon Anna trotted out of the room, one hand clasped to her backside, and locked herself in the bathroom.

Laura sat there for a long time, looking at the carpet, the walls, the ceiling. She’d spanked her daughter... well, sort of... Did that work? Did it not? That was the worst thing of all: to have done something and to not even know the outcome. She should have waited, she shouldn’t have done it.

The woman pushed herself up after several minutes, and walked to the bathroom door. She could hear sounds from within, the water running, and the shuffling of clothes. Anna was probably going to take a bath. She wondered if she was also inspecting her bottom in the mirror.

With a heavy sigh, Laura decided not to pry on her daughter’s privacy, and made her way to the study instead. Her husband and youngest child would be home any time now, and she didn’t want to burden them with the recent events – even though, she knew, her husband would have to know everything. But in due time. She just needed a little time to get ready.

Suddenly, Laura was struck by a thought.

She’d admitted herself, even before that ‘spanking’, that she wasn’t experienced enough to understand certain things and all the changes they brought... and so... why not refer to something she could draw experience from? Or, better... to someone?

Gulping, but also with a newfound and daring resolution, Laura picked up the phone and dialled Lucy Rosenberg... Ginny’s mother.

– to be continued... –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

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