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Colored version of one
of the many pleasing but sadly gray-scale pieces of awesome spanking
art found in every issue of
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House Mom
Means Business!
A Strictly Traditional
Tanning Tale By Thomas!
Unmistakable sounds floated down from the second floor of
the large, Victorian home. There was the muted yet brisk smacking of what had to be a
wooden hairbrush against a bare bottom, and over this the sorrowful sobbing of the culprit being
spanked! Whomever was doing the spanking seemed in no hurry to have it over with. Long
brisk flurries of spanks were being supplemented by crisp apparently much harder spanks in
a pattern which was being repeated over and over again. The tearful sobbing had a
remorseful tenor to it suggesting both self-pity and a resolve that the spanking was still
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Downstairs Heather and Alison had just come into the
house after returning home from afternoon lectures at the nearby university. What they
heard brought startled looks from both of them as they threw down their books in the
family room and flopped down on the couch.
"Not again! You’d think Sally would have
learned her lesson from the last time."
"I guess not. I wonder what she did this time?"
The two nineteen year-old sophomores sat listening to
their eighteen year-old freshman roommate getting it from their house mother. It was their
second year living at the house and both had come to know what to expect if they broke the
rules. Five girls in all lived at the house which was presided over by the woman they all
addressed as "Mom" even though the woman was not the mother of any of them.
As far as university boarding houses were concerned, this
one was very special. The person they all addressed as "Mom" offered to parents
far more than just a roof over their daughters’ heads. Mildred Cunningham knew how
much parents agonized over their daughters being away from home with nobody to oversee
them. In answer to these concerns, Mildred had established a boarding house over which she
presided with an iron hand. Not for everyone, the boarding house catered to the daughters
of only parents who shared Mildred’s views about discipline and whose daughters at
home had been strictly brought up.
The crying from upstairs had grown more troubled and
fitful now and the spanks seemed to settle into louder cracks that spoke of even harder
smacks. Heather and Alison gulped together and looked at each other, sharing the same
thoughts in silence until Alison whispered, "Sally’s really getting it
this time. She must have been really bad. "
"She sure is!" Heather nodded.
"But it’s her fault. Mom warned her she'd get an even harder spanking after the
last time."
"That’s right. Sally should have listened. But
it’s too late for that now."
Both Heather and Alison had been spanked by their house
mother. Hardly any girl who came to live at the house escaped at least one spanking during
her time there. Heather had been spanked twice last year as a freshman and Alison once.
Both girls had avoided being spanked as sophomores although they knew very well they would
be spanked if they broke the rules. The fact that they were sophomores did not make them
immune from spankings. It mattered not what year they were in at university. Last year a
girl in her senior year had been spanked at twenty-one years old.
The sounds from upstairs now ceased and it appeared for a
minute that the spanking was over. Then a much more sharper cracking could be heard and
with this wails of crying from Sally.
"I thought so. This time Sally’s getting it
with the hairbrush. That’s the way Mom usually does it. The first time it’s just
with the palm of her hand. Then if there is a next time it’s the hairbrush!"
"I guess you should know. Fortunately there has not
as yet been a next time for me and I certainly don’t intend that there be so."
The sharper cracking of the hairbrush more clearly
penetrated the closed door of the bedroom upstairs and the wailing cries which could be
heard coming from Sally, attested to how much it must be hurting. There was sympathy in
the expressions of the two girls now as they listened to Sally being spanked with the
hairbrush. Both girls had a basis of comparison, each having been spanked at home on
occasion.
"She sure spanks a lot harder than my mother used to
spank me!"
"Me too. I used to dread being spanked by my mother
but her spankings could not hold a candle to how hard Mom spanks."
"I guess it’s because we’re older. My
mother stopped spanking me when I turned thirteen years old."
"I didn’t get it from my mother after about the
age of nine or ten but she often told me even when I entered my teens that a good hard
spanking awaited me should I ever be in need of one."
Sally was now crying all out in response to the crisp
hard spanks of the hairbrush. Still there seemed no sign of the spanking soon coming to an
end. The two girls downstairs in the family room could only imagine how red and sore
Sally’s bottom must be by now.
Upstairs in the bedroom the scene was one of utter crisis
for Sally as the hairbrush continued plying her bare bottom with crisp hard spanks, one
right after the other with no time for relief between them. The straight backed wooden
chair was pulled out from the wall to a place near the end of the bed. Sally was naked
head to toe, her recently removed clothes laying on the bed. She was over her house
mother’s lap, now with her legs clamped under one of her house mother’s legs and
her arm being held firmly out of the way against her back. The eighteen year-old’s
bottom was close to being beet red from tip to base. It was puffy and very hot from being
so soundly spanked, first with the palm of the hand and now with the hairbrush. Held in a
vise-like manner Sally had no way of escaping the spanks of the hairbrush being forcefully
applied to her upturned bottom. Her bottom cheeks twitched and quivered with each spank,
at times flaring wide apart and at other times huddling close together seeking relief from
the blazing sting of the hairbrush. Her head almost touching the floor, Sally’s face
was wet with tears and flushed from all her crying. Now howling her distress she was
tearfully begging for her house mother to stop spanking her.
Mildred Cunningham was a large woman, certainly large
enough to handle with ease an eighteen year old over her lap. She was not fat but she had
a big frame and a body featured by broad shoulders, strong arms, a formidable bosom and
equally formidable sturdy hips. When seated her lap presented a stable platform cushioned
by well fleshed thighs. Her legs were both powerful and agile and were steadied by feet
enclosed in sensible wide heeled lace up shoes.
In appearance, Mildred at forty-eight years old projected
the image of no nonsense matriarchal authority. Conservatively dressed her hair was turned
up loosely in a bun. Using a sparse amount of lipstick and make up her face was stern but
in a motherly sort of way. This afternoon she was wearing a high collared white blouse
which buttoned at the throat and was ruffled around the neck. The right sleeve of her
blouse had been neatly turned up to above the elbow, the other sleeve remaining buttoned
at the cuff. She wore a light material navy blue skirt which in sitting down she had
raised to bare almost all of her thighs. The tops of her nylon stockings could now be
seen, being held up in place by a garter belt, the tabs of which now lay exposed along
with the bare flesh of her thighs above her stockings.
In comparison to her house mother’s size and
generously proportioned figure, Sally was almost child-like turned over her house
mother’s lap. Of average height for an eighteen year old, Sally was a pretty young
lady not quite having fully matured in body and as today’s events had confirmed with
a great deal of growing up still to do. Sally had blond hair and big blue eyes giving her
that look of sweet innocence which sometimes can be so misleading. She had a small boned
frame and a figure which had nicely developed although still with some developing to do.
Her smallish but well shaped breasts were balanced by shapely hips and between the two she
had a flat tummy and a trim tidy waist. Her legs were well curved and she had small pretty
feet. The part of Sally’s anatomy now being given all the attention was a nicely
chubby round bottom which protruded invitingly out behind her when she was on her feet.
Over her house mother’s lap Sally’s bottom presented no less an inviting
picture, but of more interest to her house mother, a broad expanse to work on.
A Mildred Cunningham was just what was needed for Sally
who was living away from home for the first time in her life. At home Sally had always
required a close rein. It was not that she was a bad child but she was head strong and
inclined to be quite sneaky in having things her own way. Her parents, particularly her
mother had kept close tabs on Sally as a teenager, not allowing her to run wild as a great
many teenagers were inclined to do.
It had been Sally’s mother who had found out about
Mildred Cunningham’s boarding house. She had made a special trip to see it for
herself and had liked very much what she saw. Having a long talk with Mildred about her
daughter she had told the house mother that Sally still had a lot of growing up to do. She
was concerned that her daughter being on her own for the first time would go astray unless
there was someone to keep a close eye on her. Mildred had assured Sally’s mother that
this was just what she did with all the girls who lived at her boarding house, then adding
that Sally must be prepared to accept discipline if she was to be coming to live with her
at her house. They discussed discipline for a few minutes and from this discussion Mildred
had been satisfied that she and Sally’s mother saw eye to eye on the subject. Sally
had been spanked at home and had even been given a couple of teenage spankings by her
mother. "She would never admit it to her friends but Sally is one teenager who has
had her bottom warmed by me on more than one occasion for not behaving herself
properly."
Sally’s mother had been right about her daughter.
Living away from home for the first time Sally had quickly demonstrated the need to be
closely watched and supervised. Now less than two months away from home she was being
spanked by her house mother for the second time. The first spanking had been for a curfew
violation but this time it was considerably more serious. This afternoon Sally had chosen
to skip a biology lab in favor of playing some tennis with a friend. She never made it to
the tennis court.
Keeping track of the schedules of all the girls who lived
with her, Mildred had thought something to be strange when Sally arrived home this
afternoon at an hour when she should have been at her biology lab. Arriving home Sally
intercepted her when she came back downstairs and was heading out the door.
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