At breakfast, she inquired as to how my bottom was. And, yes, my face turned bright red again. I stammered out that my bottom was still slightly sore - it wasn’t really, but even then I was smart enough to figure I didn’t want her to try harder if there was a next time! She confirmed my thought when she nodded approvingly, saying a spanking should be sufficient to remind the culprit every time they sat down for at least a few hours afterward. That was all that was said & from then on nothing about spanking was mentioned.

Not until I did something stupid or misbehaved. Then spanking was more than mentioned! It was delivered in no uncertain terms.

Kathy was fair, set realistic rules, & never raised her voice or got angry if I broke one of them. She’d just look at me sternly, state her objection, & then tell me to wait for her in her room or take me there herself.

Kathy is an organized, consistent lady. While all the spankings she gave were sufficient to make a sound impression, they were similar in severity, time over her knee, etc. She’d spank until I was kicking, crying, & very sore, but she rarely went beyond that. Unless I was over her knee for a repeat transgression. Then she’d say I’d obviously not learned my lesson the last time & add a sufficient amount of slaps to my squirming seat - after pausing to tell me exactly why she was adding them - until I howled even more. She also would subject me to the hairbrush if I really did something astronomically wrong. Luckily, that only happened once.

Also, most of her discipline was given in the privacy of her bedroom. There were a couple of exceptions though, like the time when I was seventeen, she spanked me for being rude to her right in front of my brother.

I was dressed in my cheerleader uniform & when she dumped me over her knee, it was a very simple task to hoist my short uniform skirt, yank down my panties & then pepper my behind all over with her hand. My brother just smiled & laughed at my predicament, but Kathy really lit into my fanny & before she was finished my bare behind was beet red & hurt worse than ever before.

I wailed & kicked my legs so hard I probably gave my brother more of an earful & eyeful than I hard ever done before. (My secret had been discovered long ago by then. There’s no way to take a spanking quietly & he wasn’t always away when Kathy decided my heinie needed heating! And this wasn’t the first time Kathy disregarded the privacy of her room, either.)

By the time Kathy stopped spanking me, my panties ended up twisted around my knees. And she didn’t let me up right away, either. She just me a lecture on childish behavior & warned me to watch my language or I’d get a sorer bottom next time.

My brother was chuckling in the background until Kathy told him that went for him, too. Before that, I had no idea that Kathy might spank him, too, but the cat was out of the bag.

I never actually saw or heard her paddle him, but he never denied it, either, so I can’t say she did. But with her personality, & her proven spanking expertise, I don’t doubt it.

The spankings ended when I went away to college. But, even today, I fantasize about them &, when I visit my brother & sister-in-law, I wonder if Kathy would turn me over again & apply her hand to my fanny? She doesn’t talk about it anymore unless I bring it up, & then she only says I got what I needed & deserved. So, I guess to her, it really was nothing more than a necessary task to curb my youthful naughtiness & something I'm too old for now.

I know I'm NOT too old at all. In fact, although I'm sure Kathy could still make me cry & hurt like a hot-bottomed little girl, I'd JUMP back over her lap in a heartbeat  if she told me to & fantasize about it all the time. But with the lack of interest she's shown when I broach the subject, I guess I know that'll never happen.

Oh well, thanks for hearing my story. I’m glad to learn that I’m not alone &, at the risk of showing how naughty I still am, I hope to see more letters from women like me who tanned & turned on by firm-handed female family members who didn't have a clue what it would lead to. -- Warmest Regards, Miss T.H.