My wife was away, and my mother was beginning to really annoy me. She had been living with us for nearly a year now, and although initially she had behaved, more recently she was interfering.
And cramping our style! My wife enjoys the occasional spanking, but with mother in the house this became difficult – the walls were not that thick.
Anyway, as I said, my wife was away for a week, on a course. Mother had just managed to break a plate, and seemed to find this amusing. She light-heartedly spun another one in her hand, pretending to fumble it. I'd had enough for one day.
"Don't be childish, mum. You're not too old for a spanking", I said.
She looked at me, eyes slightly down. "You wouldn't dare, I'm your mother".
For just a second I hesitated, then my annoyance peaked. I was standing in the dining room, she was in the kitchen. "Come here! Now!!"
Looking slightly uncertain my mother walked slowly in to the room. I hooked a chair away from the table with my foot – she stopped. "I said – come here!"
Mother approached me. "Mark, what are you playing at? You can't mean to.."
I took her arm and sat down on the chair, all in one movement. My change in height caused her to bend forward slightly, and I used this momentum to pull her over my lap. She cried out – a thin warbly "ooh". Her hands came round and covered her bottom, so neatly presented to me. I hesitated; could I do this? Decision made, I pushed her hands away: "put them down. Now! If they come back up again I'll start all over again."
Mother let out another gasp. "Mark, behave, You really can't do this".
Ignoring her words I looked at her plump backside. The skirt was a full, heavy material. Not right for a spanking. I took hold of the hem and pulled it back, over her lower back. Another squeal, and again the hands – this time trying to hide her white panties. I slapped the top of her left leg, hard, she cried out and moved a hand to try to rub the spot.
"Now, listen carefully, mum. I told you to put your hands down and I meant it. I am going to spank your bottom and if you try, if you dare, to stop me or rub your bum I will simply start the spanking all over again. Do you hear me?"
Silence, apart from a deep breath.
"I said – do you hear me?"
Mother hesitated, then "yes, Mark."
"Good."
I pulled the waist of her panties up, so that they were pulled in to the crack and stretched tightly across her bum. Then I raised my hand, and began to spank her.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Mother yelled out at that one, and wriggled. My cock, beneath her stomach, wriggled back.
Smack!
