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THE DISCIPLINARY MOTHER (F/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Susan Jenner closed the book and leaned back in the sofa.  She didn't
know how many times she'd read it over the last two months.  It was small,
maybe paperback sized, hardbound and protected by brown paper covers.  To
say it was tattered was an understatement; it seemed to have been mended
many times over the years with pages carefully taped back in.  Its
dog-eared appearance suggested that it had been read innumerable times and
Susan could well imagine why.  Enclosed in its pages were secrets, secrets
that just two months ago she could never have imagined reading, nevermind
acting out.
   It had started at her church's regular mothers' meeting; a group of them
that got together to offer mutual support with raising their kids.  Like
many of the mothers in the group, Susan was single.  She had two girls;
Kasey who was six and Parker who was eight.  Their useless father had left
a year after Kasey had been born and she hadn't heard from him since. 
Susan was lucky in that she was able to earn enough money to keep them all
kept decently, but it was tough, and the kids were brats.  There was no
other word for it, `brats'.  Of course she had spanked them, just as she'd
been spanked as a little girl, over the knee, panties down, long and hard.
Yes, they'd skipped about afterwards, howling and rubbing at their red-hot
spanked bottoms, but sometimes it was only a few hours before they'd start
misbehaving again.
   She'd shared all this with the group.  There had been knowing-nods and
murmurs of understanding and sympathy, but no real help.  The only two
mothers who hadn't pitched-in were also the two with the best behaved kids.
Susan often wondered just how they did it.  Like her they were single
mothers who worked hard, but unlike her, their kids were angels; polite,
obedient and respectful, everything her two daughters weren't.  And what
was more, both these women looked blissed-out, permanently.  Susan just
couldn't understand why, but she wished she knew how they did it.
   After the meeting, Susan was preparing to go when the very two moms she
has been thinking about approached her.  Aileen and Crystal were similar
ages to Susan.  They both seemed keen to talk to her.  It was unusual as
they tended to stick together and not mingle too much with the other moms.
   "Susan," Aileen smiled, "I wonder if you've got a little time for
Crystal and me.  It's just that we so recognise what you're going through
with your kids.  We both went through it too!"
   "But," Susan had said, startled, "Your kids are so well behaved!"
   "Ah!" said Aileen, smiling archly, "They are now, but that wasn't always
the case."
   Crystal nodded emphatically, agreeing with her friends point.
   "Let's go and find somewhere to sit so we can chat more privately." said
Aileen and led the way to one of the church's meeting rooms.
   On their way to the room, Crystal picked up some coffees from the
vending machine for them.  Susan could barely hide her curiosity as they
got to the room and made themselves comfortable.
   "So," said Aileen, setting the scene, "Crystal and me just couldn't help
thinking about the trouble you're having with your kids.  I know you've got
two girls, Kasey and Parker.  What ages are they?"
   "They're eight and six." said Susan.
   "Yes, perfect!  smiled Aileen, "Not too late then."
   "Not too late for what?" asked Susan.
   Her question was ignored.
   "My dear, I know the trouble you're going through." said Aileen, quite
serious now, "My kids were the same; disgusting little brats, doing naughty
things all the time, ignoring me, disrespecting me, even hitting me.  As
you know, I've got three of them; ten, nine and eight, that's John, Amelia
and Kerry.  You know, I just couldn't cope with it!  They made me hate
them! No time for myself, always screaming at them, none of them helping
me! Crystal was the same, weren't you dear?"
   "Totally!" agreed Crystal, "I've got two girls like you.  They were
little bitches!  They're eleven and twelve now; Charmaine and Annie.  My
life was hell!  They were hateful, and I hated them!"
   Aileen turned back to Susan.
   "Do you hate your daughters, Susan?"
   A big tear welled up in Susan's eye.  It was a truth she hadn't even
dared to admit to herself.
   "Yes, I hate them." she admitted, as the tear made its way down her
cheek.
   Aileen was immediately ready with a tissue, which Susan gratefully
accepted.  Aileen looked at Susan quizzically.
   "How much do you hate Kasey and Parker, Susan?  Do you hate them enough
to hurt them?" she asked.
   Susan's head swam; the number of times she'd wanted to punch them as
they goaded her, shake them until they were sick as they mocked her. 
Perhaps Aileen and Crystal wanted to support her so that wouldn't happen?
   "Yes!  Yes, I do!" she tearfully responded.
   Aileen and Crystal exchanged meaningful glances.
   "Susan, can I ask you a deeply personal question?" Aileen asked
carefully.
   Susan tearfully nodded.
   "When was the last time you enjoyed yourself sexually?"
   Susan's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.  It was such a direct
personal question, but she felt she was in too deep now to back out.
   "Some time ago." she mumbled quietly.
   She didn't want to admit it, but she had never really enjoyed sex.
   Crystal snorted with laughter and Susan's stomach dropped at the woman's
unfeeling response.
   "My dear," said Crystal quickly, "I never enjoyed sex.  In fact I don't
think I even properly orgasmed until, um, recently."
   Aileen joined in Crystal's laughter at her friend's admission and Susan
relaxed; she could tell she was amongst friends.
   "You see, Susan," said Aileen, as the laughter subsided, "We're often
too busy looking after our horrible brats to enjoy ourselves, but sexual
enjoyment is so very important to our bodies and mental well-being.  It's
important to fix both things at the same time; our kids' behaviour and our
sexual enjoyment.
   "But how?" blurted Susan.
   Aileen fished in her handbag and took out `the book'.  It looked like a
plain small thing to Susan.
   "Susan," Aileen said very seriously, "you have to promise me that you
will never discuss this with anyone, not until you properly understand and
accept what this book tells you.  Then, and only then, you might want to
share it with another mother in need, like we are with you.  I don't know
anything about this book other than a few years ago it was given to me by a
dear friend.  Since then I've shared it with Crystal.  I want you to take
it home, read it very carefully tonight and then call me tomorrow."
   Aileen handed the book to Susan and then she and Crystal got up to
leave. Susan was surprised that they were already leaving, but it was clear
from the women's expressions that they felt that their job, for now, was
done.  It appeared that they felt the book was something of great value and
Susan thanked them and promised to read it.
   Susan smiled as she remembered how shocked she'd been the first time she
read the book; shocked to the core by its revelations.  She almost knew it
by heart now; its plain bold type and old musty smell.  She guessed it must
have been privately published, maybe sometime in the forties or fifties
perhaps.  Even then its contents would have been quite shocking.  It wasn't
until you opened the first page that the title was presented, "The
Disciplinary Mother".  The next page was a list of the chapter titles.
   1.  Getting ready to spank: Enhancing the spanking atmosphere and
conditioning the child
   2.  The beauty of spanking on the bare: Why all spanking should be given
with your child naked
   3.  Implements and tools: Tried and tested, some new suggestions, what
works best on different places
   4.  Perfect positions: A review of favourite positions and what sort of
spankings they work best for
   5.  Spankings aren't just for bottoms: Other areas of your child that
can be spanked
   6.  Baby oil and other lotions: Before and after lotions to enhance the
effects of a spanking
   7.  Making welts and blisters work for you: Creating them and how to use
them in the days following
   8.  Anal and vaginal punishments: The advantages of spanking additions
such as forced masturbation, genital stretching, deep enemas and hot
douches
   9.  Spanking - a time for you to enjoy: How to get the most pleasure
from spanking your children
   10.  Enhancing your sexual pleasure: Using your children to sexually
pleasure you during a spanking
   11.  Sex to hurt and humiliate: Make your pleasure into your child's
punishment
   12.  Treating the injured bottom: Returning the bottom to spanking
condition as quickly as possible
   It had only taken her an hour to read the book, but she was shaking by
the time she put it down.  The author clearly and concisely described how
to use the most severe humiliating punishments for children to ensure their
absolute obedience, and then in equal detail how to use them sexually.  It
extolled the virtues of spanking both in terms of the child's behaviour and
the mother's sexual satisfaction.
   Susan had put the book under her pillow and carried on in a daze.  Her
daughters' behaviour had been typically appalling and her mind kept going
back to the book.  That night she had lain in bed tossing and turning.  The
book seemed almost like a joke, but she knew it wasn't.  Was that really
what Aileen and Crystal did to their kids?  The two moms had seemed so
happy about it; like it was perfectly normal!  In the end Susan had turned
the light on and re-read the book, cover to cover.  For the first time she
sensed a prickling between her legs as she read the graphic descriptions
about how to make your child sexually satisfy you and she realised her
pussy was soaking.  Shocked at her own reaction she turned the light off
and tried to go back to sleep; she would have to call Aileen tomorrow.
   Susan had called Aileen during the morning.
   "So, what did you think?" asked Aileen.
   "It made a lot of sense," Susan reasoned, "but, you know, the sex stuff,
it's just so weird!  Wrong!"
   There was a silence for a few moments from Aileen.
   "Come round to my house at three o'clock," she said, "We'll talk about
it then."
   Susan had arrived at Aileen's house at three o'clock.  To her surprise
the curtains were drawn.  She rang the bell and Aileen answered.
   "Follow me!" Aileen said mysteriously.
   She took Susan through the kitchen and then opened a door behind which
were a flight of steps down to the basement.  She descended the steps and
Susan followed.  The basement was painted white and had a few bits of
furniture; a couch, a table, a straight-backed wooden chair, a cupboard
and, most unusually, a small double bed.  Under the stairs was a fitted
closet.  Aileen put her finger to her lips indicating that Susan should
remain silent.  The two women stood quietly for a while.  A small timid
tearful voice came from the closet.
   "Mommeeey!  Is that you?" it said.
   Susan's heart quickened and her mouth went dry.  Aileen was actually
demonstrating something from the book.  In the chapter on `Getting ready to
spank' it talked all about dark closets, scary basements and locking
children outside at night-time.  The book said it made the child so scared
that they would actively participate in their own spanking.
   "Yes, Kerry, it's me!" Aileen answered, winking at Susan.
   So it was little Kerry, thought Susan; eight years old, the same age as
her eldest, Parker.  They were even in the same class at school.
   "Boo hoo!  Pwease Mommy!  Pweeeeeease!  Let me out!" Kerry's tearful
voice begged.
   "I just came down to get something, Kerry." Aileen said, "I'm going to
leave you in there for another few days."
   "Mommeeeeeey!" Kerry's terrified voice wailed, "Pweeeeease!  Not for
days!  It's dark!  I'm s...scared!"
   "Mommy's found what she's looking for, Kerry.  I'll see you next week."
   "Mommy!  Mommy!  Don't go!  Spank me, Mommy!  Pwease!  Let me out and
spank me!  I'll be good!  I pwomise!  I'll do anything!  Don't leave me! 
Pweeeeeease!"
   "Mommy's got her friend here, Auntie Susan.  Do you want to get spanked
in front of Auntie Susan?  You're going to have to `be nice' to her
afterwards if you do!"
   Susan's mind reeled; the book talked about using childish names for sex
acts so that children could talk about them without arousing suspicion. 
`Being nice' to mommy, `pleasing' mommy, `being good' for mommy; all meant
little children having to perform the most obscene sex acts on their
mother's adult bodies as part of their strict punishments.
   "Pwease Mommy!  I'll be good for my spanking!  I'll be `nice' to Auntie
Susan!  Pwease let me out!"
   Aileen unlocked and opened the closet door.  There, standing naked with
her hands on her head, was Aileen's little daughter, Kerry, her eyes wet
with tears, blinking in the light.
   Susan found herself staring at Kerry.  The little girl's face was red
and tear soaked, two rivulets of snot ran down from her nose and her eyes
were bloodshot; it looked like she'd been crying for a long time.  Susan
couldn't seem to stop her eyes from looking at Kerry's little pussy.  Its
smooth puffy lips with their dark division nestled at the bottom of her
belly between the tops of her thighs.  The girl was just adorable, so cute
with her red crying face, her miserable snuffles and her tiny naked body.
Susan felt her pussy tingling.
   "Mommeeeey!" Kerry wailed, "I was so scared!"
   "Are you going to be good for your spanking?" asked Aileen.
   "Yes Mommy!" Kerry nodded demurely.
   "Go and fetch my biggest strap, Kerry!" Aileen said.
   Susan felt her pussy throb as the little girl's face screwed up in fear
and her hands covered her bottom.
   "Boo hoo!  Mommey!  Not the really big one!" Kerry wept.
   "Okay then, Kerry.  You better get back into the closet then!" said
Aileen.
   "No Mommy!  No!  I'm getting it now!" Kerry sobbed as she ran over to
the cupboard and opened its doors.
   The cupboard's shelves were stuffed with straps, canes, brushes, whips,
paddles, switches and all manner of wooden spoons and other spanking
things; there were tubs and bottles of lotion, what looked like an enema
kit, three plastic buckets, plastic sheeting and a large collection of
vibrators and strap on penises.  Susan gulped at the sight.
   "You'll have a collection like that soon!" smiled Aileen.
   Kerry desperately rummaged in the cupboard to find the strap she had
been sent for.  As she bent to look on a lower shelf, her bottom stuck
itself out at the two moms.  It was a delightful little peach of a bottom,
perfectly sculptured with two small chubby little cheeks that parted
slightly as she bent.  Susan was amazed at how aroused she was at the
sight. Looking at a naked little girl had never had that effect on her
before, but the girl's impending spanking, her pitiful wails and the
graphic descriptions in the book seemed to make this different.
   Kerry pulled a thick brown leather strap out of the cupboard.  The strap
was clearly purpose-made for spanking.  It was double stitched with a
handle and two long tails cut almost the whole of its eighteen inch length.
Kerry took it to her mother.  The child seemed to be shaking.
   "Boo hoo!  Your biggest s...strap, Mommy!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  How
many?"
   "I'll give you a choice, Kerry." smiled Aileen, "You can either have
twenty with the strap or ten with the strap and a spanking with the wooden
spoon first."
   The tears trickled down Kerry's face as she held the heavy strap in her
hands.  Susan thought how adorable she looked as she contemplated the awful
options for her little bottom.
   "Boo hoo!  Pwease Mommy!  I want the wooden spoon first!" she choked.
   "Go and fetch it then!" said Aileen.
   Kerry returned to the cupboard, pulled out a large spoon and returned to
her mother.  Aileen took the spoon and strap off Kerry and sat on the sofa.
   "Over Mommy's lap!" she said, pointing to where she wanted Kerry to go.
   Kerry miserably climbed over her mother's lap as Susan observed the
traditional domestic scene.  Aileen pushed her daughter further over so
that Kerry's head was almost on the floor and her bottom was over Aileen's
left knee.  Then Aileen used her right leg to trap Kerry's legs between
hers.  Susan immediately recognised the position from the book.  Apparently
this position was particularly good for presenting a very rounded bottom
when the adult felt the need to spank very hard with minimal interference
from the child.  Aileen's left hand gathered up her daughter's hands that
were waving about protectively over her bottom and pulled them away.  The
wooden spoon was held firmly in her right hand and hovered menacingly over
Kerry's little bottom.
   "Get ready, Kerry!  Mommy's going to spank hard!  This is going to hurt
a lot!" Aileen intoned in a deep serious voice.
   Kerry wailed with fear and Aileen whacked the wooden spoon down hard.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   Susan couldn't believe the force that Aileen was spanking with.  The
spoon was being brought down from above shoulder height as hard as Aileen
could manage.  Kerry's screams bounced off the basement walls as the little
girl's Mommy busted her bottom.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMEEEEEEEY!  IT HURTS!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BOTTOM!"
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YOU'RE BLISTERING!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  TOO HARD! 
NOOOOOOOOO!"
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   Kerry bucked and wriggled like mad over her mother's lap as her bottom
was spanked, but the careful positioning and firm grip of her mother meant
that her bottom was kept perfectly in place for its severe thrashing.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   Kerry's bottom had gone a dark red and each time the spoon landed it
left a dark oval mark that was turning into a bruise.  Kerry's shrieking
became desperate as her bottom started to swell and the spoon started
spanking on top of bruises.
   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP!  I BE GOOD NOW!  I PWOMISE! 
WHAAAAAAAAA!"
   Her mom finished with the wooden spoon and Kerry was put on her feet and
allowed to dance about rubbing at her bottom and screaming at the top of
her voice.  Susan's pussy throbbed incessantly; she'd never experienced
arousal like it.  She felt like her whole body was on fire; a delicious
tingling sexual fire that emanated from her pussy.
   Aileen took her screaming child by the arm and pushed her over the arm
of the sofa so Kerry's body lay on the seat and her bottom was presented
higher than the rest of her body with the sofa arm under her tummy.  Her
legs kicked about in the air behind her.
   "Susan dear," said Aileen, "would you hold my daughter down on the sofa
and keep her hands out of the way, please?  Only the strap hurts little
bottoms so much that she has to be helped."
   Susan knelt down next to where Kerry was lying on the sofa.  She could
see close-up the purple spoon marks swelling up with spoon shaped welts
around the edges.  She reached forward and took the child's hands in hers,
pushing down on Kerry's back.  Kerry turned her tear and snot covered face
to look up at Susan.
   "Pweeeeeease Auntie Susan!" the child wept, "Pweeeeease!  I be good for
you!  Tell Mommy not to spank!  I kiss your kitty and bummy!  Pweeeease!  I
be good!"
   Susan looked up and Aileen who winked at her.
   "Your choice!" Aileen smiled.
   Susan looked at the naked little child, so desperate to sexually satisfy
her and avoid the terrible bottom strapping.
   "Okay, Kerry, if you're sure!" she said, "Auntie Susan would like
`pleasing'!"
   Susan couldn't believe that she just agreed to the terrible act, but her
pussy was on fire.  She'd even used one of the book's special phrases for
making children have sex with adults.
   Kerry started to get up off the sofa, then stopped and looked up at her
mom, who immediately took charge.
   "Susan dear, Kerry has to be told what you want her to do.  As this is
your first time, perhaps you will allow me to instruct?"
   "Of course!" Susan eagerly agreed.
   "Stand up, dear, so that Kerry can take your jeans off."
   As Susan stood up, the child immediately began undoing the front of her
jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down her legs.  Susan wriggled to
make it easier for Kerry.  As she looked down she was amazed to see the
whole of the front of her panties were soaking; she couldn't remember ever
having been as wet as that.
   "Looks like someone is ready for this!" teased Aileen, "Kerry, take
Auntie Susan's panties down and eat out her big juicy kitty.  She better
have the best cummy ever or I'll strap your little bottom until you can't
sit for a week!"
   Kerry almost ripped Susan's panties off in her desperation to be good
and avoid her mother's strap.  The child buried her face between Susan's
legs and Susan felt Kerry pushing her whole face into her pussy.  Kerry's
mouth and nose disappeared into Susan's weeping engorged lips and Susan
felt her begin to lick and suck at the delicate folds of her inner labia
and her erect clit.
   Susan moaned and a wailing groan came out of her mouth.  She was too
engrossed in the pleasure that little Kerry's busy lips and tongue was
giving her to worry about what Aileen thought.  Aileen put her hand down
the front of her panties and began masturbating, positioning herself so
Susan could clearly see.
   "Eat her out you little bitch!  Eat her out or Mommy will spank your
bottom for a year!" Aileen encouraged her daughter.
   The slobbering slurps from her daughter's mouth filled their ears and
Susan felt Kerry's lips form an O around her clit and then begin to suck it
in and out of her mouth, flicking it with her tongue.
   "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!" moaned Susan.
   Susan felt her body tensing, out of her control, the pleasure building
to an unbelievable level.  Shivering, her body twisting in ecstasy she
came, and it blew her mind; the pleasure in every ounce of her body as she
wailed and bucked, Kerry desperately holding on and licking her.
   As Susan's orgasm subsided, she sank back onto the sofa breathless. 
Aileen smiled down at her.
   "Does that answer your questions, dear?" she asked brightly.
   "Oh yes!" Susan had nodded, her mind made up that this was the most
wonderful thing and her children needed severe spankings and to be made to
sexually service their mother.
   Aileen began to take her clothes off.
   "I hope you don't mind, darling," she said to Susan, winking at her, "if
I ask you to let yourself out.  Only I'm going to take this little miss
upstairs so she can be `good' for me."
   Aileen's sticky panties came off and her shiny wet pussy was revealed.
She picked up the strap.
   "Just in case a little bottom needs a reminder to be `good' for Mommy!"
she said, rubbing Kerry's swollen welted bottom.
   "I'll be good, Mommy!  I will!" Kerry promised faithfully, her eyes
fixed on the big heavy strap.
   "Go on!  Upstairs!  Scoot!" said Aileen, smacking Kerry on her bottom.
   The child wailed with pain and ran up the stairs with her naked mother
following close behind.  Susan slowly put her clothes back on and stumbled
out of the house, almost in a dream, as the sounds of Aileen's ecstatic
moans and Kerry's feet drumming on the floor accompanied her.  As she had
driven back home she had resolved that this would be the first day of her
new life.
   Susan turned the book over in her hands.  It didn't seem to matter how
many times she read it, she always seemed to learn more.  Each time she
spanked her daughters she added some new and exciting twist to their
punishment, revelling in their panic as she explained to them what she was
going to do.  And there were still so many things to try out on them.  She
had developed the same blissed-out look that Aileen and Crystal had, the
result of almost permanent sexual attention from her frightened little
daughters, always keen to keep Mommy in a good mood so their bottoms didn't
get spanked too hard.  And then there were the spankings; spankings all the
time for them.  Susan felt the need to spank several times a day.  A good
long hard daily bedtime spanking was the very least that Kasey and Parker
had come to expect, plus a long hard `Mommy special' spanking session on
Friday nights, like tonight.
   Susan grinned happily; her pussy was already tickling her as images of
her girls squealing and rubbing their hot red bottoms filled her mind.  She
loved Fridays now.  It was time to go and pick up girls from school.
   Susan arrived at the school and parked up her car.  She went to the
school gates where the children were starting to gather.  Little Kasey
arrived first.  She was a tiny child with shoulder length blonde hair, a
little snub nose and freckles.  She was wearing a green gingham check
summer dress and her hair was tied in two bunches with pretty flowery hair
ties.  She had a slim build and a tight little bottom that protruded from
her rear, pushing the back of her dress out.  She was red faced and tearful
and accompanied by a teacher.  Susan's pussy gave a little throb; oh she
did hope that Kasey had been naughty.  It would be a perfect excuse to give
her an especially severe thrashing.
   As the teacher approached, she smiled at Susan.
   "I'm afraid Kasey didn't have a very good day today." she said.
   "Oh dear." said Susan in mock concern, "Not been naughty I hope?"
   The teacher held out a plastic bag which Susan could plainly see held a
pair of soaking wet panties.
   "Had a little accident didn't we, Kasey?" the teacher said, "All over
the classroom floor wasn't it?" she continued, "Need to go to the toilet
when we're told to, don't we?"
   "I'll take care of it as soon as we get home." smiled Susan, brightly.
   The teacher nodded at her with a knowing smile and left.  Susan was sure
the woman knew she'd just got Kasey a spanking.  Perhaps a little word in
her ear would yield even more excuses to spank Kasey.  Tears dripped down
Kasey's face.
   "Mommy, I'm sorr..." she began, but was cut off by the arrival of her
sister.
   Parker was a quite different looking child to Kasey.  Taller by a head,
she was a brunette with her hair cut in a short bob.  Her build was a
little broader than her younger sister's and her hips flared out giving her
a wide big-cheeked bottom.  Susan loved to spank it and make Parker cry. 
Parker had the most beautiful pleading voice; tear choked and quavering it
gave Susan goose pimples and a very wet pussy when she was being tearfully
begged not to spank the child's bottom anymore.
   Parker was out of breath; she'd been running.
   "Huff!  Huff!  Sorry Mommy!  Huff!  I ran all the way!  Huff!  I didn't
mean to be late!"
   Susan checked her watch.  Parker was indeed five minutes late.
   "You know what I think about lateness, Parker!" Susan chided.
   "But Mommy!" Parker said, her pleading voice coming on stronger, "I ran
all the way!  I really tried!"
   "Not hard enough!" interrupted Susan, "We will `discuss' it later,
Parker.  You would have thought that you might have been on time tonight!
Not a very good night to upset Mommy, is it?"
   Parker's eyes welled up with tears and she hung her head.
   "I'm sorry." she sniffed.
   "Indeed you will be!" smiled Susan, "Indeed you will!"
   As the girls got in the car and closed the doors behind them the real
crying began; soft bubbling sobs as her daughters fearfully anticipated
their spankings.  Their crying made Susan's pussy tingle; she now
associated the mournful sound with her own sexual pleasure.
   As Susan set off on the drive back home she began to scold Kasey and
Parker.  The book had explained the importance of making children scared
before a spanking; how it improved their willingness to do as they were
told during their punishment.  The book had also pointed out the amusement
that the true disciplinary mother would get from doing this.  Susan had
found that being able to reduce her previously uncontrollable brats to
snivelling pleading weeping babies thoroughly thrilling and deeply
satisfying.
   "Well, Kasey and Parker," she began, "I'm afraid that we all have rather
a lot to get through this evening.  And Kasey, Mommy's going to have to
give you a very special punishment for wetting your panties at school."
   "Mommeeeeeeey!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!  Nooooooooo!" wailed Kasey, the little
six-year-old's arms and legs waving about in distress.
   Susan smiled and continued.
   "My word, when I think about all the naughty things you've both done
this week!  Parker, you trod mud on the carpet.  Kasey, you didn't wash the
dishes well enough.  Parker, you didn't iron my dress nicely.  Kasey, your
panties were dirty every day this week, and Parker yours were dirty on two
days.  Parker, your spelling test results were bad.  Kasey, you didn't
clean your room quickly enough when I told you."
   As Susan continued her list of small and imagined transgressions the
girls' crying grew louder.  They had been such naughty girls; surely Mommy
was going to make them hurt for it tonight.
   "Boo hoo!  Mommy, please!  I'm sorry!  I'm really sorry!" wept Parker,
"Don't hurt me!  Please!  I'll be good next week!  I promise you!"
   "Bwaaaaah!  Mommeeeeeeey!  I pwomise too!" wailed Kasey, her words and
pronunciation becoming more babyish by the second.
   "Oh Mommy's going to have to make your little bottoms hurt!" Susan said
in a fearsome low threatening voice, "She's going to have to make them hurt
and hurt!  She's going to have to do things to you to make sure you're
never naughty again.  Mommy's going to do things to your bottoms that she's
never done before; things that hurt more than any spanking you've ever had.
Your bottoms are going to be one big blister by the time I finished!  I
don't care if I have to keep you off school for a month!  I'm going to
spank you forever!  I'm going to spank you everywhere!  Every naughty
little bit of you, especially those naughty little bits of you where
spankings hurt the most!"
   Susan glanced at the rear-view mirror to watch the girls' reactions. 
Both girls had become extremely agitated, wriggling and waving their legs
about.  Kasey had put her hands on either side of her head and was almost
howling.  Parker had her fist stuffed in her mouth and was bent almost
double as the tears flooded out.  It was a powerful sight and Susan's pussy
throbbed.
   "Boo hoo!  Mommeeeeey!  I'm sorreeeeey!  Please don't spank me!  begged
Parker.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!  My botty!  Mommy don't hurt my botty!" wailed Kasey.
   Susan stopped the car outside their house and escorted the girls inside.
They were barely even started, but she could feel her panties were soaked
already.  Oh, spanking her children was marvellous!  All the things that
the book had taught her!  Now she had the best sex life ever and her
orgasms were huge long powerful affairs that seemed to go on forever. 
Recently Susan had found herself craving more than one orgasm when she was
administering her children's spankings.  Now she was requiring Parker and
Kasey to service her gaping pussy before their spankings were even over;
how she loved making them do that to her.  The book was so right; it was a
punishment for them and a pleasure for her.  How they hated the strong
taste and smell of her ripe genitals, but how desperately they ate her
pussy and anus when their bottoms were on fire.  Susan let out a barely
audible sigh of contentment; her pussy just felt so good right now.
   Susan locked the front door behind them.
   "Kasey and Parker, take off your clothes, please.  I want you both
completely naked so I can spank you anywhere I want to." she instructed.
   The book had been most clear.  Instructions to children during spankings
should be firm and polite, along with an explanation of why they were being
told to do something; explanations such as `so it hurts more', `so I can
spank that bit of you', `so I can get this up your hole', `so I can inspect
deep inside you', were all cited as good.
   Susan watched her frightened daughters miserably taking off their
clothes.  How lovely they looked as they revealed their tiny bodies to her.
No longer did they rule the roost, demand things of her, insult her to her
face; now they were under her control, they would do exactly as she told
them and she would make their bottoms suffer for all their sins over past
few years.  She licked her lips; oh yes, she was going to teach them a good
lesson tonight; she and her pussy were going to have fun punishing them.
   Parker and Kasey were naked now.  They'd folded their clothes neatly and
put them on a chair in the entrance hall.  Without being told they'd put
their hands on their heads, waiting to be told what terrible punishment
their mother had planned for them first.  Tears and snot were dripping off
her faces.  Susan though they looked pretty standing there showing their
little pussies with their bright-red tear-soaked faces looking up at her
with their big wide-open tear-filled frightened eyes.
   "Thank you for taking your clothes off so nicely, young ladies." Susan
smiled, "I'm going to lock you in the basement with the bugs for a while
now."
   She watched her daughters' eyes growing even wider with fear as the news
sunk in.  The pitch-black tiny damp storeroom with the big padlock on it in
the furthest part of the dark scary basement was every child's nightmare;
cold, dark and lonely with spiders, moths, centipedes, cockroaches and the
other horrific scary thing that lived there too.
   "Mommeeeeeeeeey!" sobbed Kasey, her little teeth chattering, "S...spank
me now!  Don't put me in the b...basement!  Pweeeeeease!"
   "Mommy, we'll be so good if you spank us now!" Parker joined in between
choked-back sobs, "Look!  See!  My bottom's all ready for you!"
   Parker turned around and bent over double, parting her legs and
thrusting her bottom up at Susan.
   "Yes, mine too!" wailed Kasey and did the same as her sister, presenting
her own bare bottom for her mother's disciplinary use.
   "Oh children!" smiled Susan, delighted at their desperate display of
obedience, "I'm going to lock you in the basement and then I'm going to do
my special chants to get the ghost to come.  You can tell me whether the
ghost has been when I let you out.  With all the ways I'm going to hurt
your bottoms this evening, I'm going to need you to be so very good for me.
Now, let's not waste time!  Off to the basement we go!"
   Susan led her wailing girls through the house to the kitchen.  She
picked up a flashlight; she had taken all the bulbs out of the basement so
her daughters would know that it would be forever dark down there.  Susan
bundled the girls down the steps in front of her, the flashlight playing on
the cobwebbed walls making it seem even creepier.  At the bottom of the
stairs was a door.  Susan opened it and they went into the main basement.
The main basement had several doors off it and Susan opened one.  They went
into another room.  At the end of this room was a door with a padlock on
it. Susan unlocked the padlock and opened the door to the tiny dirty
storeroom.  She pushed her terrified daughters into it and, ignoring their
desperate shrieks and promises to be `good' for her, she padlock the door
behind them.  Then she began to make low rhythmic chanting noises and to
speak nonsense words.
   "Huh-huh-huh-huh!" she chanted, "Mmuso-whana-tum-obe!  Ghost to come for
us today!  Ho-ba-tuso-nanu-woo!  Children waiting to see you!"
   Kasey and Parker screamed in fear.  Susan left them and closed all the
doors behind her.  Upstairs in the kitchen she could still hear them
screaming.  She checked the clock.  Fifteen minutes should do it, she
thought.  She went upstairs to her bedroom to get things ready.  She liked
preparing for a spanking; having a good think about what implements she was
going to use, what positions she was going to put them in, how she was
going to punish their pussies and anuses.  By the time she was ready the
fifteen minutes was almost up.  Susan had found that she seemed to lose all
sense of time when spanking; she was constantly surprised when she checked
the clock and found that hours had slipped by whilst she'd been spanking
the two red wriggly little bottoms.
   Susan began taking her clothes off.  As she stripped, she admired her
body in the mirror.  Her tummy and breasts were both large and her pussy
was covered in a forest of pubic hair which was now slick and wet.  She
could smell the sharp tangy aroma of her dripping pussy.  She did a little
dance and watched her bits flap about.  Before long her two little
daughters would be acting as though this older body was the most delicious
treat they had ever been offered.  No request Susan made would be refused,
however horrible, however sickening the act, her little daughters would
desperately oblige.  Susan turned around, bent over and spread her large
buttocks; a large hairy fleshy bottom hole stared back at her.  The book
suggested having children lick and kiss it as an additional punishment. 
The first time Susan had made the girls do it for her she had orgasmed on
the spot.  Now she demanded the girls' orally attend to her anus on a
regular basis.
   Susan went down to the basement to collect the girls.  As she began to
work her way through the different doors she heard their screams; they were
screaming for her.
   "MOMMEEEEEEEY!" Parker shrieked, "LET ME OUT!  YOU CAN SPANK ME!  YOU
CAN SPANK ME WITH THE CANE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMEEEEEEEY!  I BE GOOD!  YOU CANE ME
TOO! YOU CANE MY KITTY!  LET ME OUT!" squealed Kasey.
   "Girls!  Listen to me!" said Susan over their screaming.
   The girls' screams quietened to high-pitched choking sobs and Susan
continued.
   "Mommy's decided to be nice and let you out early, but only if you
promise to be especially good during your spankings.  Mommy wants to know,
will you be good and not put your hands in the way, whatever Mommy does to
you?"
   "Yes Mommy!" the girls chorused.
   "And will you be good and stay in whatever position Mommy puts you in to
be spanked?"
   "Yes Mommy!" the girls agreed.
   "And will you be good and take the punishments Mommy's going to give
you, just like proper young ladies?"
   "Yes Mommeeeeey!" the girls wailed, desperate to be let out.
   Susan opened the door.  The girls flew out and threw their arms around
her, sobbing hysterically.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  The ghost came!  I saw it!" wailed Kasey.
   "It did!  It came!" howled Parker, "I felt it!"
   Parker started to pull Susan away from the storeroom towards the
basement steps.
   "Boo hoo!  Please Mommy!  Please come upstairs!" Parker wailed, "You can
spank me all night!  My bottom's ready for you!  I'll stick it out so you
can spank it really hard!  Please Mommy!  Come on!  Let's go!  I need
spanking now!"
   Kasey joined in, pulling Susan towards the steps.
   "Boo hoo!  I ready too, Mommy!  I ready to be spanked real hard!  You
spank now!"
   Susan let her two naked little daughters pull her out of the basement.
The fact that she was already naked herself only seemed of secondary
importance to her daughters whose only true wish was to get out of that
awful basement as quickly as they could.
   The kids' enthusiasm for their spankings seemed to evaporate the further
from the scary basement and the nearer to their mother's bedroom, and the
reality of a red-hot spanked bottom, they got.  By the time they got to
Susan's bedroom, they no longer pulled her along, but trailed behind with
their feet dragging, trying to delay the inevitable.  Kasey's hands
protectively covered her bottom as she emitted frightened weeping sounds;
Parker sucked her thumb and her other hand almost unconsciously rubbed her
bottom.
   Susan opened the bedroom door and watched her daughters' reaction as
they saw what she had laid out.  Both girls began to panic, wailing with
fear and dancing about.  Susan smiled with amusement at their frantic
jiggling and squeaks of fear as her pussy wet itself even more.
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Noooooooo!  Not all that!" wailed Parker.
   "Mommeeeeeeey!  My botteeeeeey!  Noooooooo!" mewled Kasey.
   On the bed was laid out a huge wooden bathbrush, a large tub of sexual
lubricant, a plastic bottle of baby oil, an eighteen inch long
crook-handled yellow rattan nursery cane and what had once been a wire coat
hanger.  One end of the coat hanger had been bent over into a handle
leaving a length stiff wire about eighteen inches long.  The handle and the
tip of the wire had been bound with silver duct tape.  Finally, lying next
to these things was a seven inch long one-and-a-quarter inch thick flesh
coloured strap-on penis.  The girls had never seen it before, but they'd
had plenty of things like it shoved up their bottoms and pussies.  This was
the largest thing they'd seen yet and they wailed, grabbing their little
holes and dancing about, as they thought of it being strictly pushed up
them.
   Susan sat on the bed on a towel that she had already laid out.  She
looked up at the girls.
   "Kasey, come here please." she said, "I'm going to start with you. 
Parker, you can stand and watch your sister getting spanked.  Then it will
be your turn."
   Kasey's legs seemed to have stopped working properly as she wobbled over
to her mother.  All the time she wept out her babyish pleas.
   "Boo hoo!  Mommy!  I be good girl!  Don't use oil!  Don't spank hard! 
Bwaaaaaah!" Kasey whined.
   "Now Kasey," smiled Susan, "you know that Mommy's going to use the baby
oil because it makes it hurt so much more, don't you!"
   Susan helped Kasey over her lap as the little six-year-old had another
pre-bottom-spanking panic attack.  Susan took the bottle of baby oil and
drizzled it over her daughter's tiny tight bottom, smoothing it over the
cheeks and the backs of her thighs.  She wiped the oil off her hands with
the towel she was sitting on and picked up the bathbrush.  It was so big
that the solid oval back covered both of Kasey's little bottom cheeks. 
Susan smiled down at the wriggly little bottom in her lap.  She'd been
looking forward to this moment all day.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   The solid bathbrush bounced off Kasey's tight little bum, burning it
with every spank.  After only just five spanks, Kasey's bottom felt like
she had been sitting on a fire.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MOMMEEEEEEEEEY!" the little girl shrieked,
wriggling about, "STOOOOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Susan did her own little wriggle; the way Kasey's naked baby oiled body
rubbed against her own naked body felt so lovely.  Kasey's bottom was
reddening up nicely, but Susan was only just getting started.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "MOMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  IT HURTS!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAH!-A!-YAAAAAAAAH!-A!-YAAAAAAAAH!"
   Susan watched the little bum turning dark red and then starting to go
purple as the bruising set in.  She had spanked Kasey from the top of her
bottom to halfway down her thighs.  Susan knew that it wouldn't take too
many more spanks before Kasey's bottom started blistering.  She carried on
spanking.  The book had explained all about blisters and how they were
nothing to worry about; all children's bottoms should have blisters after a
spanking, the book had said.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   Susan stopped and examined Kasey's bottom.  Yes, the child had some nice
blisters now; just the sort of thing to remind her to do as she was told
for days to come.
   Susan lifted her shrieking daughter off her lap and put her on her feet
so that she could do her little spanky dance.  Susan loved watching her
girls doing long energetic spanky dances for her.  My, how tiny Kasey
squealed, ran about, grabbed and rubbed at her little bum cheeks and
unintentionally presented her genitals in the most obscene and spread-open
way.  Susan's pussy throbbed as she watched Kasey pull open her pussy and
anus for her excited parental observation.
   Susan beckoned to Parker.
   "Your turn now, Parker!  Over Mommey's lap!" she smiled.
   Having seen the terrible blisters on her little sister's bottom, Parker
seemed reluctant to get over her mother's lap.
   "Do you want to spend all night in the basement again, Parker?" Susan
asked sweetly.
   Parker stumbled forward; she still has nightmares about that long,
lonely night in the basement with the bugs running over her and Mommy
chanting for the ghost to come.  She climbed over her mother's lap and
stuck her bottom up.
   Susan looked down at the obediently presented little bottom, its pale
white cheeks separated by the dark seductive crack at the base of which
nestled Parker's dark red little anus.
   Susan spent her time baby-oiling Parker's bottom.  It was such a delight
to fondle and squeeze the soft little cheeks thinking about how they was
going to be so red and swollen and blistered in a short while.  Parker
cringed and wailed as her mother's fingers pushed into her anus and pussy
as she was oiled up.
   Susan picked up the bathbrush.  She wondered if Parker's bottom would
perform its usual trick of breaking wind during its spanking.  She smiled
to herself; if it did then she had plenty of punishments later for Parker's
wayward anus.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "NYAAAAAAAA!  MOMMEEEEEEEEEEY!" screamed Parker
   Once the spanking started, Susan reflected, Parker was an even bigger
baby than Kasey.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMEEEEEEEEEY!  MY BOTTEEEEEEEY!  WHAAAAAAAAAA! 
STOOOOOOOP!"
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "A-YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  A-YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  LET ME `PLEASE' YOU!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
I'LL BE GOOD!"
   Susan grinned; Parker was always the first to promise to perform sexual
acts in return for the spanking ending.  It was way too early for that
though and Parker's bottom was going to get a lot more spanking before she
was allowed to pleasure her mother and earn an end to her punishment.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  KISS YOUR KITTY!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  KISS YOUR BOTTY!"
sang Parker as her bottom was blistered.
   WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!  WHOCK!
   Susan let her shrieking daughter off her lap and Parker performed for
her mother's enjoyment.  It was a most entertaining sight, Susan felt, as
Parker squealed and pulled open her bottom cheeks showing Susan her
small-child-anus.  Susan sat back and masturbated her dribbling pussy as
her howling bottom-rubbing children carried on their energetic display.
   After a few minutes of watching a fine little girl performance of
`my-bottom's-on-fire-and-I-don't-care-what-anybody-sees-while-I'm-rubbing-i
t', Susan clapped her hands for attention.
   "Kasey and Parker, I'm going to spank your bottom holes with the coat
hanger now.  Who would like to go first?"
   There was silence; the girls even stopped crying for fear that any sound
might be interpreted as a request to be the first one for the dreadful
treatment.  As horrible as it was watching your sister getting punished
knowing that you were going to the next, it was worse actually getting it.
Any delay was a good delay in the girls' eyes.
   "Come now, young ladies!" smiled Susan, "Who would like to lie on their
backs with their legs up and wide apart so Mommy can whip their little
bottom holes?  I'm going to have to bruise you very badly today!  Which one
of you wants to go first?"
   But neither Kasey nor Parker did.  Susan smiled.
   "Kasey," said Susan, "fetch `the coin' and flip it, please."
   `The coin' decided lots of things during spankings; who went first, how
many strokes, which implements, how long.  When there was a terrifying
decision to make, one of the girls was often sent to fetch `the coin'.
   With shaking hands Kasey picked the coin off the dressing table where it
lived.
   "Heads, you go first, Kasey." said Susan, "Tails, Parker goes first. 
Kasey, flip the coin!"
   The coin spun in the air and landed on the floor.  Kasey bent down to
look.  Her shrieking wail told Susan the answer; Kasey's anus was going to
be the first to be whipped with the wire coat hanger until it was a red
puffy welted mess.
   "Come to Mommy!" Susan smiled, beckoning her small daughter to her.
   Susan put her shaking sobbing youngest daughter into the `diaper
position' as the book called it.  Her daughter's genitals were completely
exposed and her little pussy gaped open, a result of the many stretching
punishments Susan carried out on her children's orifices.  Susan picked up
the wire coat hanger.  The book had helpfully explained how to fashion this
particular implement, "an invaluable implement for mothers who wish to
apply the strictest genital discipline", the book had said.  Susan smiled
and began to do just that.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   The nasty stiff wire spanked Kasey between her bottom cheeks.  Susan's
youngest daughter's screams were shrill and piercing.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kasey
screamed as her sensitive little anus was whipped.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  I'LL KISS KITTY!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL KISS YOUR
BUMMY!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Susan smiled; Kasey always took a little longer than Parker to promise
such things, but when she did they were much more obscene.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY TONGUE IN YOUR BUMMY!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  ALL
MY TONGUE UP IT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Kasey's anus and inside her bottom cheeks was a mix of red and purple
lines and the surrounding to the hole was bruised and swollen.  Susan
finished off and let Kasey scream and roll around on the bed.  She turned
to face Parker and smiled at her elder daughter.
   "You've seen what a good girl your sister was whilst getting her bottom
hole spanking, Parker.  You better make sure you're as good as she was,
hadn't you?"
   Parker nodded miserably, climbed onto the bed and lay on her back.  She
pulled her knees up to her chest, held the backs of her knees with her
hands and then spread her legs wide apart.
   "R...Ready, Mommy!" she wailed.
   Susan fingered the obediently presented little pussy and anus.  Such
lovely little holes, all ready for a strict Mommy to play with and punish.
She whipped the coat hanger through the air a few times, making Parker wail
with the swishing noises.  Then she began to spank Parker's anus.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   Parker's screams were no less shrill or piercing than her sister's.  How
the girls hated having their anuses spanked.  Susan wholeheartedly agreed
with the book that an anus spanking was a double punishment; not only did
it hurt like anything having it done, but poopy time for the next week was
a terrible scream-inducing event.  She looked forward to accompanying both
girls to the toilet to watch them howling and screaming as their poop came
out.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY HOLE!  NYAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOP!  I LICK YOUR
KITTY!"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "NYEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IT HURTS!  MOMMEEEEEEEY!  PLEEEEEEEEASE! 
STOOOOOOOOP!"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   Parker's little hole was soon in the same state as her sister's; a
beautiful collection of thin bruised lines that covered her anus and inner
bottom cheeks.  Susan let Parker have a little `scream time' as her
daughter flipped about on the bed like a landed fish, her fists shoved
between her bottom cheeks knuckling her sore little hole.
   Susan began to fasten the strap-on penis around her waist and thighs so
it stuck out obscenely from her crotch.  It was a neat little design with a
clitoral stimulator that if the wearer thrust vigorously enough would
ensure the most perfect orgasms.  Susan smiled; she had no doubt that she
would be thrusting very hard indeed.  Susan stifled a giggle; what would
the girls say when they found out she was going to put the huge thing up
their bottom holes?
   Susan took the lubrication gel and applied a thick coat to the whole
surface of the plastic penis.  This time there was no question in her mind
about who should go first.  Little Kasey's bottom would only be able to
partially accept such a large object.  Although Kasey's reaction to her
punishment would be most pleasurable, it would be Parker who would have to
take the whole length so that Susan could pound it into her little bottom
hole and give herself her first lovely orgasm of the spanking.
   Susan dipped her index and middle finger into the lubrication gel and
scooped out a big dollop.
   "Kasey, come here now!" she said sharply, "Mommy's going to put the
slippery stuff up your bottom hole.  Then she's going to use her new
`stretcher' on you!"
   Kasey stared in disbelief at the huge thing sticking out from her
mother's crotch.  The outside of her bottom hole hurt like it had been
burnt as a result of the long spanking with the wire coat hanger.  Tears
flooded out of her eyes and she held her hands in front of her as if to
ward off the huge punishing plastic willy as she danced about in terror.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Not up my botty!  Mommeeeeeeey!  It hurts!  You whipped
it!  Don't stretch it!  Not with that!  I'll be good!  I promise!  Let me
`please' you!  I'll put my tongue in your bummy!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   "Come here, Kasey!  Don't keep Mommy waiting!" Susan warned.
   Kasey began to move towards her slowly, taking tiny reluctant steps. 
Tired of Kasey's nonsense, Susan reached out and dragged her little
daughter over to her.  She sat down on the bed and pulled Kasey over her
knees so she could get access to her daughter's anus.  She began to work
her two lubricated fingers into the tight tiny hole.  Kasey wailed and
kicked over her lap as Susan pushed her fingers past Kasey's sphincter and
into her rectum.  Soon her two fingers were buried in Kasey's little hole
right up to where they met her hand.  Susan began to pump her fingers in
and out of the hole, agitating the swollen welts that covered the outer
part of Kasey's anus.
   Shlup!-Shlup!-Shlup!-Shlup!-Shlup!
   The noise of Susan's fingers working in and out of her daughter's anus
was accompanied by the little six-year-old's squeals of distress.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mommeeeeeeey!  It hurts!  It hurts!  Stop! 
Pleeeeeeeease!"
   Susan finished; it was time for Kasey to receive something far larger
than her Mommy's fingers in her naughty little hole.  Susan pulled Kasey
off her lap, stood up and positioned Kasey on the bed kneeling on all
fours. Kasey's small tight bottom stuck out over the side of the bed; a
most inviting target.  It was almost the perfect height for Susan to lean
forward and place the tip of the plastic strap-on penis against the red
swollen anus.  She grabbed her daughter's hips and began to push firmly,
grinding her hips to work the tip of the plastic penis into the hole.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOO!" shrieked Kasey as her mother pushed harder
still.
   The clitoral stimulator mashed into Susan's pussy as she began to pant
with pleasure.  She gave an extra little thrust and Kasey's sphincter gave
way, the first inch of the bulbous cock entered her.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Kasey as her sphincter was
opened agonisingly wide.
   Susan pushed up Kasey's bottom until about four inches off the penis was
inserted as Kasey screamed and begged her to stop.  Susan began to slowly
move the cock in and out of the obscenely stretched hole making Kasey
shriek with every movement.  Susan was in heaven as she punished her
daughter.  The book had explained how giving a really good punishment to a
little child should be one of the most pleasurable things in life for an
adult, and Susan had to agree.  Her pussy spasmed and drips of her juice
covered the stimulator.  She pulled the penis out of Kasey; she needed to
cum badly and Parker's little bottom hole was going to pay the price. 
Kasey's anus gaped obscenely at her; she could see into her daughter's
rectum.  Susan felt a violent need to cum.
   "Parker!" she cried, "Get that little bottom of yours over here now,
child!"
   Parker knew her mother's tone of voice and immediately did as she was
told; failure to do so would result in unthinkable consequences for her
little bottom.  Susan pushed Kasey to one side and lubed-up her fingers
again.  This time she had Parker stand with her back to her, bend over and
touch her toes.  Parker obediently presented her bruised welted swollen
bottom to her mother and a moment later felt the horrible painful feeling
of her mother's fingers being pushed deep into her bottom hole.  Parker
wailed as painful insertion continued.
   Susan managed to work three of her fingers up her elder daughter's
bottom, slicking them in and out to lubricate and stretch the little hole
ready for its appointment with her large strap-on.  Susan wasn't going to
settle for anything less than getting the whole seven inches of the
strap-on up Parker; the little girl was in for a very strict punishment.
   Susan withdrew her fingers from the sore little hole.
   "Get up on the bed, please Parker; head down, bottom up!  Mommy's going
to punish your bottom hole with her new `stretcher'.  Mommy's going to be
putting all of it up your bottom!"
   "Boo hoo!  Mommeeeeey!" Parker mewled as she obediently climbed onto the
bed on her hands and knees, "Please don't!  Not all of it!  It's too big!
It's gonna hurt!"
   "Oh Parker!" laughed Susan, as her eight-year-old presented her little
anus, "Of course it's going to hurt!  This is a punishment!  Mommy's going
to make sure it really really hurts!"
   Parker's frightened cries made Susan's pussy spasm.  She put the head of
the plastic strap-on against Parker's anus.  She could immediately see how
much larger Parker's anus was than Kasey's tiny hole.  Susan lunged forward
and the first two inches of the strap-on speared Parker's red raw orifice.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!" howled Parker as her sphincter was instantly dilated to
one and a half inches, "MOMMEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!"
   Susan's pussy sparked with sexual energy and she ground herself against
the clitoral stimulator and forced the cock another three inches into
Parker's bottom.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the little girl squealed as her mother
strictly punished her tight private hole.
   Susan saw that there were two inches left to go until the strap-on was
fully inserted.
   "Hold on tight, Parker!  Mommey's going to push the rest up you now!"
Susan gloated.
   Susan pressed her pussy hard against the stimulator at the base of the
cock.  The thick flesh coloured plastic was pushed little by little up
Parker's reluctant hole as her desperate shrieks filled her mother's ears.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NO MORE, MOMMY!  NOOOOOOOO!  TOO MUCH!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!
IT WON'T FIT!  STOP!  NYAAAAAAAAAH!"
   But Parker's miserable pleading only made Susan enjoy herself even more.
As the strap-on bottomed out in Parker's anus, Susan began to rock back and
forth moving the hard plastic in and out of Parker's bottom.
   "NYAAAAAAAAH!  NO!  NOT LIKE THAT!  IT HURRRTS!" Parker howled.
   Susan started pumping the cock even harder into Parker's bottom; she
could feel her orgasm coming.  The book had been very clear that the
children being punished should know when an adult's `point of ultimate
enjoyment' had been reached.
   "Ooooo, Parker!  Isn't this fun!" she moaned, "Mommy's feeling all nice
punishing you like this!  She's going to have to punish you super-hard now
so she gets that special nice feeling!"
   "MOMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" wailed Parker.
   But it was too late; Susan had started pounding the strap-on in and out
of the little bottom as fast as she could.  Parker's desperate screams
drove her on as she punished the little bottom.  Susan began to shout out
loud.
   "PARKER!  PARKER!  MOMMY'S GOING TO CUM!" she roared, "I NEED TO PUNISH
YOU MORE!"
   Susan took hold of Parker's hips and began her final deep hard thrusts;
then the gates of heaven opened and Susan screamed with delight.
   "MOMMY'S CUMMING!  IT'S LOVELY!  IT FEELS SO NICE!" she brayed as Parker
squealed under her.
   When Susan eventually finished her orgasm, she withdrew from Parker and
enjoyed watching her daughter howling and clutching at her doubly punished
anus.  It was a lovely site as Parker's anus gaped and her rectum showed
itself to her pleased mother.
   Susan started to take off the strap-on, hardly taking her eyes off her
punished daughters as she did so.  When she thought of all the years she
had put up with their rudeness, disobedience and downright lack of respect,
she felt nothing but a great sense of justice as she looked at the terrible
state their bottoms were in.  As Kasey and Parker wept and pawed at their
small red blistered bottoms and tiny punished holes, a paragraph from the
book came to Susan's mind.  In the chapter `Spanking - a time for you to
enjoy', the book had been most emphatic; it had stated that a spanking was
only ever finished when either the punishing adult was truly satisfied or
all the child's bottom and punishable parts were physically incapable of
receiving any more spanking.  As Susan observed Kasey's and Parker's
bottoms, she could still see some parts that weren't welted or blistered.
Yes, both of their bottoms were cherry red, massively swollen and bruised,
but there was still room for even more punishment.  And more importantly,
she wasn't truly satisfied.  Why, she'd only cum once so far, and she'd had
to do all the work for that herself!  Little Kasey and Parker would just
have to pay even more for the sins they had committed in the past years. 
Spanking them was right and proper and she hadn't finished with them yet.
As if to reinforce the point, Susan's pussy began to tickle inside again;
she knew that within a few minutes it would be throbbing in the most
delicious and demanding way.
   Susan picked up the thin eighteen inch yellow rattan cane that was still
lying on the bed unused.
   "Kasey and Parker," Susan smiled, "please would you both kneel up again.
Mommy is going to cane your bottoms.  I'm afraid it's going to hurt really
badly!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Noooooooo!  Mommeeeeeey!" wailed Kasey, her hands
covering her bottom, "My bottom hurts!  No more spanking!  Plweeeeease!  I
be so good now!"
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!  Mommey!  My bottom hurts too!" sobbed Parker, "Please
let us be nice to you!  We'll do it really well!"
   "Yes!  We be good!" sobbed Kasey, "I lick your bummy clean! 
Pweeeeeeease !"
   "I'll make your kitty feel really nice!" begged Parker, "Don't cane us!
Pweeeeeeeease!"
   Susan laughed; her children were so wonderfully behaved now.  Nothing
she asked them to do was too much trouble, however dirty and degrading it
was.  Her pussy seemed to vibrate and she swished the cane through the air;
what these children required was more spanking!  Then she would really be
in the mood to enjoy their frantic attention.
   "On all fours, girls!  Heads down, bottoms up!  I want you to really
stick your bottoms out for it!  Mommey wants to spank really hard with the
cane!"
   Susan enjoyed watching her sobbing daughters reluctantly present their
bottoms to her.  Two trembling little pairs of red lumpy bottom cheeks were
pushed up and out.  She stroked Parker's and Kasey's welted bottoms,
feeling the raised marks on them.  These little bottoms were really going
to feel the cane; she noticed her pussy had started dribbling down her legs
again.
   Susan stood back and laid the cane across Kasey's bottom as she
positioned herself to cane-spank her little daughter.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mommeeeeeeey!  Pweeeeeeeeeease!  Nooooooooo!" begged
Kasey, frantic with fear.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieked Kasey, her tiny bottom waving
about madly.
   Susan saw Kasey's right hand move and start to wave about behind her.
   "Put that hand away, Kasey," Susan warned, "or you'll get a double
dose!"
   Kasey's hand disappeared as the little bottom kept up its frantic
shimmy. Susan moved on to Parker.  She laid the cane across Parker's
bottom. The little girl turned her face round to look up at her mother.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Please, Mommy!  I'll do anything!  Anything you want! 
Pleeeeeeease!" she wailed.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT HURTS!" Parker howled, her bottom bouncing up and
down like some odd gym exercise, "MY BUM!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!"
   Susan returned to Kasey and lined up the cane again.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kasey screamed, wildly
thrashing her bum about in the air.
   Susan went back to Parker.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!  AAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  MY BOTTOM! 
MOMMEEEEEEEEEEY!" Parker shrieked.
   The happy mother alternated her cane's strict attention between the two
little bottoms that her howling children miserably displayed for their
mommy to punish.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMEEEEEEEEY!" screamed Kasey.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  STOOOOOOOOOP!" howled Parker.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  STOP!  MY BUM!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Kasey.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "A-YAAAAAAAAH!  A-YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Parker's screams sounded.
   Susan stepped back to admire her handiwork.  Kasey had forgotten all
demands to keep her hands under control and was shrieking and pulling big
chunks of her bottom in her fists as she squeezed the hot red flesh to try
and stop the pain.  Parker howled and waved her bottom at her mother madly.
   "You may rub, Parker!" Susan smiled.
   Her elder daughter's hands shot back and grabbed her caned bottom.  She
pulled and rubbed at her burning cheeks.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  It hurts!  It hurts!  It hurts!  It hurts so much!"
Parker roared as she rubbed and pulled.
   Susan's pussy wept sticky juice as her daughters showed off their little
genitals and cried tears of repentance.  Their bottoms were like pairs of
huge red balloons and waved about as they howled.
   "Kasey and Parker!" Susan called over their howls, "Are you going to be
`good' for Mommy, or will she have to have cane you a little more?"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Noooooooooo!  Don't cane, Mommy!  I'll be good!" wailed
Parker.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  I be good!  I kiss your bottom!" wailed Kasey.
   Susan climbed onto the bed with her spanked daughters and lay on her
right side.  She pulled her left knee up to her breast so her big pussy and
anus were exposed.
   "Kasey, show my bottom hole how `good' you are now!  Parker, my kitty
needs to be kissed and licked.  You better both be `good' girls for Mommy,
or else...!"
   Susan panted with anticipation as her daughters scrambled to get their
heads between her legs.  Kasey's hot breath was between her bottom cheeks,
then a hot wet wriggly tongue started to lap Susan's pink fleshy bottom
hole.  The tongue probed and slipped into the hole as Kasey slurped
noisily.
   Parker's mouth was clamped to Susan's pussy.  She sucked and slurped as
loudly as she could; she knew her mommy liked it when she did that.  Her
tongue flicked around as deep as she could get it into the hot wet smelly
soaking hole.  She rubbed her lips frantically over her mother's special
bumpy bit at the top of the hole.
   "Mmmmmm!  That's right, Parker!  Just there!" moaned Susan.
   Susan grabbed a fistful of Parker's hair and began to shake Parker's
head so her daughter's lips and tongue ground into her clit and engorged
pussy lips.
   "Oh yeah, Parker!  That's how Mommy likes it!" Susan exclaimed, ignoring
Parker's wails as her hair was pulled.
   "Get your tongue up my bottom, Kasey!" Susan demanded, "Mommy needs to
feel it there so she can enjoy herself!"
   Susan humped her pussy into Parker's face.  Parker spluttered and gasped
as her mouth and nose were covered by her mother's soaking pussy.
   "Yesssssss!  Show Mommy how good you are!" moaned Susan, "Mommy's going
to have a cummy!  Oh, any moment now!  Keep licking fast or I'll cane you
both every day for a week!  YES!  THAT'S IT!  MOMMY'S CUMMING NOW!  I'M
CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"
   Susan's body twisted and writhed as her orgasm flowed through her; how
she loved these endings to the spankings!  She put her leg back down and
pushed her daughters away.
   "You may go back to your rooms now, children.  I've finished with you
for now." she smiled, "Don't make too much noise, please, or Mommy will
have to come and spank."
   As her weeping little daughters left, Susan settled back for a nice
little nap, her body totally satisfied and relaxed.  As she lent her head
back on the pillow she felt a lump under it.  She pulled out `the book'
that she'd slipped there earlier.  She idly opened the book at a random
page.  Ah yes, it was the chapter on `Baby oil and other lotions'.  There
was a good piece in here about pouring surgical alcohol over naughty
bottoms that had just received a severe spanking.  The book stated that the
windows should be closed for this on account of the terrible screaming that
would result.  Susan had purchased a bottle of surgical alcohol some weeks
ago.  She decided to go and see what effect it had on two naughty little
girls' bottoms.  Her pussy began to trickle inside again.  Just like the
book, it was telling her that her daughters needed to be punished even
more.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
The Disciplinary Mother