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“You deserved it again, Ali”, said her mum, Yvonne, who was her girlfriend really, but as she cuddled and stroked her twenty-one-year-old make-believe daughter’s tear-strewn face, Ali snuggled in tight to her chummy mum’s shoulder and cried her eyes out as she had suffered yet another bare bottom spanking. Yvonne was forty-five years old, so the age difference made them feel like a mum and daughter which they both wanted.Yvonne was divorced after her husband ran off with his secretary. She had never had children but soon after the divorce, she met Ali. Yvonne loved the idea of having a girlfriend who was her would-be daughter’s age, and Ali had craved a girlfriend who was her mum’s age and who might give her the maternal direction she felt she had missed out on. So, Ali happily called Yvonne,’ Mum,’ both at home and when out, and genuinely loved her new mum greatly. Indeed, Ali and Yvonne were extremely close both as loving girlfriends and as mum and daughter.To aid their age difference, Ali wore her old school uniform from time to time in the house which helped give Yvonne a maternal feeling and Ali the feeling of being a daughter having to obey her mum, which made them grow closer and closer together. This way Yvonne was giving Ali the maternal direction she wanted and the feeling of being a good mum, and Ali tried to be the obedient daughter.Yvonne called her daughter Ali most times as she was usually a good girl, and called her Alison when she was naughty, but now she had been spanked properly once again she was a good girl in her mum’s eyes.Alison may have been crying, and heartily, but it was no surprise, really, as her pretty bare bottom was on fire, extremely sore, bright red all over and covered with livid raised welts, but she was crying with happiness as much as with pain.The reason for this scene started two months ago a little while before Alison’s twenty-first birthday. Yvonne and Alison lived together very comfortably in a large old Victorian house, at the end of its own driveway. It was an ex-school master’s house before the adjacent school was demolished, a new bigger more modern secondary school having been constructed on a new much larger site several hundred yards away.Yvonne was comfortably well off, being a barrister and well paid, and her divorce settlement, handled by a prominent divorce lawyer colleague of hers, had been financially very lucrative for her.Yvonne lavished a lot of her money on the old house, and both she and Ali gave a lot of time and effort and love to the project, and having modernised Ankara escort it significantly it was a very comfortable even luxurious home. There were two master ensuite bedrooms, a large double guest bedroom a further smaller double bedroom, family bathroom, living room, dining room, library cum study, a stunning large modern kitchen dining area and a magnificent conservatory. Both master bedrooms were luxuriously furnished to Yvonne’s expensive tastes.During the house renovations, several old school items were discovered in cupboards, in the attic in boxes, and in the small basement cellar. These included old blackboards, an old school desk, various books, and jotters, whilst in the loft space in a dusty old trunk, they even discovered a couple of old canes and a leather strap.Ali and her mum had had a lot of fun nights reading some of the books and jotters and laughing a lot at most of their findings. The discussions reduced, but Ali still got weird butterflies in her tummy whenever she opened that trunk and inspected its contents, which she did frequently. They had kept everything in the loft never really knowing why, and they did discuss its contents from time to time and imagined the poor persons on the receiving end of the canes and straps. They just didn’t want to throw them out so in the loft they remained.Yvonne had mostly forgotten about them but not Ali who had on several occasions when on her own fetched the strap from the loft and, putting on her schoolgirl outfit, had smacked her own bottom with it.On one occasion when she had been particularly turned on and excited and with her school uniform on, she had gone into the loft and with millions of butterflies in her tummy had lifted her skirt and bent over the old desk and imagined what hiding from the old schoolmaster would have been really like. She had brought the old tawse down as hard as she was able to six times on her knickers.‘Six of the best for you my naughty girl and now six more on your bare bottom.’ she said to herself.Slowly standing up, her bottom smarting a little, she couldn’t help but give her pussy a good rub through her soaking wet panties but stopped just short of making herself cum. Then very deliberately she hooked her thumbs into her knickers and slowly lowered them to her knees. Bending back over the desk she raised the tawse again and whispered, ‘I’ve changed my mind, Alison Finlayson, six on your bottom is not enough for such a naughty girl so you are getting twelve of the very best hard spanks on Ankara escort bayan your bare bottom.’ Ali loved the sound of that phrase, ‘Naughty girl,’ as it made her pussy twitch, and she once again brought the tawse down as hard as she could, this time on her bare bottom. After the twelve firm’ish smacks Ali’s pussy lips were dripping, and it needed only a few quick rubs of her over-excited little rosebud to bring herself to a shuddering orgasm and she lay exhausted over the school desk for several minutes.Recovering slowly, she pulled her sopping wet knickers back up but was disappointed that pulling them over her strapped bottom didn’t hurt, and in fact, she was really disappointed she didn’t feel like she had managed to give herself any sort of proper hiding and that her bottom was nowhere near as sore as she had wanted.Back in her bedroom Ali took off her uniform and hung it up again in her wardrobe and, turning round, caught sight of her bare bottom in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see it was actually fairly red and there were three or four very obvious stripes that the tawse had in fact left on her bum. This raised her spirits and she hoped that maybe the next time if she gave herself double the strokes and really tried her best to swing it fully, she might get what she not only wanted but felt she so needed. But that next time never came, and chance, opportunity and frustration led to a big turnaround. The week before Alison’s birthday as they sat at the dinner table one evening her mum asked her what she would like for her birthday. Now Ali was fairly well spoiled, but not in a bad way. She had most of what she wanted and was struggling to think of what she would really like. It was also one of those days when she was feeling particularly turned on sexually. So, thinking, or more correctly not really thinking straight, she said to her mum, “Mum, if I asked you for what I really, really wanted, and I know you will think I’m crazy, but will you just think about it.”Yvonne looked at Ali and could see from her body language, her nervous lip biting and general head bowed demeanour, that she was genuinely very anxious about this, and said kindly, “Yes, of course, I will. You know we can always chat about things and if there is something, even if it’s not what I would expect or maybe be happy about, you know we will discuss it openly and seriously. You know I never dismiss things out of hand, so come on, what’s on your mind love”.“Well,” said Ali, “The easiest way and Escort Ankara probably the only way I can say this is if I just blurt it out and tell you the whole thing. I love you mum, deeply, you know that. What you won’t know is that I have had these peculiar wants, desires, and needs, for a while now, and they really became overwhelming when we found those school items when we were renovating. I found them intriguing, scary, but totally exciting and I keep wondering what it was like to get your bottom smacked back then with them. Would you smack me, like, erm, for real, giving me a genuine hiding, not play or soft, but a real, genuine, authentic and proper good old-fashioned bare-bottom leathering?”Ali took a deep breath, delighted she had managed to make her request as she said, “There I’ve finally said it.” Ali then explained eagerly to her mum all her desires, about surfing spanking websites, her fascination with the tawse, about dressing up in her school uniform, strapping her own bum, being disappointed and always feeling that she wanted her mum to do it properly, with her like a very angry school headmistress.Yvonne was shocked, to say the least. Hell, who wouldn’t be with such a request from her daughter, but she could tell from Ali’s demeanour she was serious and was determined not to take this lightly or to make her daughter feel weird. So, she did what she was very good at and put her barrister thinking head on and chatted thoughtfully, deeply, caring and sensitively, about the whole subject, what Ali felt about it, what she truly wanted, about how it turned her on, and by the end promised she would give it serious thought and get back to her by her birthday. So that was how it was left. Ali was naturally a little embarrassed, nervous, and anxious, but also deeply relieved it was out in the open and also very slightly hopeful as her mum had listened carefully and seemed sympathetic and understanding. The week passed quickly and on the Thursday evening after dinner on the day before Ali’s birthday, Yvonne turned to her and, taking her completely by surprise, said, “Right Alison my girl, I am going to give you the birthday present you asked for. Get straight upstairs, get those new pyjamas on and get your backside back down here. You are getting a damn good hiding and going straight to bed like the naughty little girl you are, with a very, very, very sore bare bottom. On your way back down go into my room and bring down the leather belt off my jeans, as I have a feeling that I am going to need it.”Ali’s chin almost hit the floor, her heart exploded, and, moving as if through molasses her mum quickly and firmly repeated very firmly, “Pyjamas, now, don’t test my patience, you are going to get a big enough hiding so do not make things worse by procrastinating. I assure you, that you do not want that.”

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