Spanked by My Mother-In-Law
My wife Janet’s mother, Helen, recently visited us for the weekend. That Friday night, we were all sipping wine and watching TV, and of all things, the show contained a scene where the woman character spanked a man.
Once the show ended, Janet asked me to refill their wine glasses. It was a polite request, not a demand, but after one glass of wine too many, it annoyed me.
“Why don’t you go get it yourself?” I answered, being a smart-aleck.
Janet sat upright and flashed a pleasant smile. "Do you remember our discussion about how I expect you to behave this weekend? And what will happen if you misbehave while my Mother is here?”
I hunkered down.
“Look at me John, what will happen if you aren't respectful and polite?" Janet asked, but it wasn’t a question I wanted to answer.
With a conspiratorial grin, my mother-in-law chimed in. "That’s right John. You saw what happened to that young man on TV just now, didn't you? He got exactly what he deserved too, don’t you agree?"
Feeling threatened, I answered foolishly. "Only because he let her." Yep, one glass of wine too many.
"Young man, you will speak respectfully, politely, and pleasantly to my mother,” Janet scolded. “Don’t you remember our last ‘discussion’ about being respectful whenever we have guests?”
"Yeah, well..." I mumbled under my breath.
"This is your last warning. You know what's coming if you don’t straighten up, John,” Janet stated with absolute confidence. “Do you need an attitude adjustment right here, right now?" I didn't have to see the look in her eyes to know that she meant it.
My bravado crumbled, knowing full well how easily Janet can take me over her knee. More than once she has spanked me right in front of her lady friends. However, my mother in law’s enjoyment of my distress renewed my resolve. Once again I answered foolishly. “No.”
"Uh oh," Helen said with a knowing smile.
Janet moved to the center of the sofa. She hiked up her nightgown, exposing her panties, and patted her thigh. "Okay then young man, over my knee." Her voice was soft yet firm.
I whined at the thought of what was coming. She remained patient, at least for a little while. Finally, she’d had enough stalling.
"You may either pull down your shorts and lay your bottom over my lap for a spanking, or I will do it for you."
“But, but … please?” I whimpered.
Janet stood up, took me by the wrist, and in an instant I was over her lap. “Lift” she commanded. raised my hips enough for her to pull down my shorts, leaving my panty clad bottom on display.
All resistance on my part was gone. I knew that Helen was aware that Janet spanked me, and how often. She also knew that Janet made me wear ladies’ nylon panties as a reminder to behave. But now, how utterly embarrassing it was for Helen to see me wearing ladies’ panties while bent over and waiting to be spanked.
Janet wasted no time. She began spanking with her hand, gradually increasing the pace and intensity of each smack. Before long I began to squirm, but Janet held me fast and in place.
Then she paused, and massaged my nylon covered bottom a moment, commenting on the state of my sit spots. “You are one soundly spanked boy,” she said and I assumed the punishment was over. But as I started to get up, Janet held me in place. “Mother, get the paddle please.”
“The paddle!” I cried. “But...but …”
“Yes, it will be on your butt,” Janet replied. “The way you’ve behaved tonight deserves a sound paddling.”
Just then Helen arrived, paddle in hand, with an excited gleam in her eye.
“You know John, I have a paddle just like this at home,” Helen said, giving Janet a wink. “A paddle I used quite often on Janet when she was growing up. And plenty of times after she was grown up. It’s still pretty effective isn’t it, young lady.”
Janet didn’t hesitate. “Oh yeah. I have vivid memories of that paddle, no matter my age.” She turned to me. “Mother and I have already talked about what to do if you earned a spanking while she is here. We decided it would be a good idea for her to use this paddle on you herself.” She gave me a little push and I stood up.
“But, but …. you don’t mean …” Dread filled me.
Helen didn’t give me a chance to try and wriggle out of my predicament. Helen took Janet’s place on the sofa, grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her lap. I was too astonished to offer any resistance.
“Do you know John, all the spankings I’ve given over the years were to girls. You’re the first boy I’ve ever taken over my knee. Hard to believe, but it’s true.” She wrapped her arm tightly around my waist as she rubbed the paddle over my already sore, but at least covered bottom. “You do have a cute feminine bottom though. I see now why Janet keeps you in ladies’ panties. I would too.”
Helen applied the paddle briskly to the seat of my panties. She knew what she was doing. She didn’t spank so very hard, and she didn’t need to. Rather, she spanked with finesse and experience. Oh, how that paddle stung and burned. Left side right side. Then with no pattern, until I couldn’t anticipate which cheek was next.
She spanked faster and faster, then slowed to deliberate swats. Then suddenly faster again. She paused and I tried to catch my breath. “Such red spank spots you have, John,” she teased. “I can see them clearly through the white panties.”
I have no idea how long she paddled me. It seemed like forever. I tried to be stoic, but that didn’t last long. She paddled me until all the fight and struggle was gone and I lay there limp and sobbing.
During the weekend, I ended up over her lap once more for a reminder spanking of what happens to naughty boys with an attitude. I also saw her give Janet an attitude adjustment paddling. As you can imagine, I was happy when she went back home.
After she left, Janet and I sat on the sofa and cuddled, our sore bottoms making us squirm a little in each other’s arms.
“John, when do you think we might go to Mother’s for a weekend visit? After all, is is only forty miles away,” Janet said. “We should see her more often.”
Right then I didn’t know if my bottom wanted to see her more often.
“I’m not sure if I’ve told you, but mother’s younger sister, Aunt Bobbie, lives there, too. You’ll finally get to meet her,” Janet continued. “And by the way, Aunt Bobbie has a paddle just like ours.” She smiled.
I squirmed. Oh boy...