Too much sass #18+, NSFW

Becky was home from college and enjoying the good life by the pool with her closest childhood friends.  The neighborhood gang had remained close after high school and often got together on semester breaks.  As they often did on these humid, sunny days, the four of them headed inside to raid her parent’s fridge and escape the sun for a bit. 

Becky’s mom had just arrived home from the grocery store and smiled to see her kitchen full of her daughter’s friends.  While she’d been a bit irked by Becky’s sassy college attitude as of late, it made her happy to see her daughter surrounded by the friends she had grown up with.

“How is your mama doing, Thomas?” she asked, handing the young man a Coke.

Thomas was the only male in this small group of friends, and while they had never dated, Becky’s mom felt quite certain that he had a small crush on her daughter.

“She is well, Ma’am,” Thomas replied, cracking open his drink. “Thank you for asking.”

“Well, you tell her I say hello, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I sure will.”

Such a polite, respectful young man.  Her daughter sure could benefit taking a page from his book. 

She continued puttering around the kitchen as the college co-eds talked about their various classes, roommates, and events on campus.

As she made her way to the sink, she was dismayed to see it was still full of dirty dishes.  She had asked Becky twice already to take care of the mess she had largely contributed to.

“Rebecca Lynn,” her mother began, tone stern and hands on her hips.  “I asked you to get these dishes done this morning.”

“Oh, mama,” the bikini clad girl began.  “I’ll do them later.  Don’t be such a wet blanket.”

The last part was said with a laugh and grin at her friends.

“Rebecca Lynn, you will do them right now, young lady,” her mother said, her voice steely.

The room went silent as every one of Becky’s friends recognized the “tone” her mother was currently employing.

Becky turned beet red.  How could her mother talk to her like that in front of her friends?  She was 19 years old!

“I said I’ll do them later, Mother,” the girl said, a nonchalance in her voice that she wasn’t really feeling on the inside.  “Don’t get your panties in such a bunch.”

With that, the girl started laughing, trying to impress her friends.  But none of them were laughing with her.

And, Becky’s mother was not impressed.

“That is it, young lady,” she said, marching right over to Becky and taking her by the wrist.

Recognizing that she had taken it too far, Becky tried to resist, and began quietly pleading with her mother.

“Please, mama.  I was only joking.  I’ll do the dishes right now,” she cried.

But her mama was determined.  She’d had it up to here with the girl’s sassy attitude the last few days and she was about to teach the girl a good lesson in speaking respectfully to her mother.

As soon as they were out of the room, Becky’s mom tucked the girl under her arm and began to land firm spanks to her bikini clad bottom.

Smack, smack, smack, smack….

As the sound of an angry mother’s palm landing on the backside of a mortified college co-ed reached the kitchen, the remaining friends tried to look anywhere but at each other.  Thomas blushed especially red, knowing that the girl he admired was just on the other side of the wall, having her 19-year-old bottom spanked by her mother.

Smack, smack, smack….

Becky’s mom placed twenty or so good swats to the girl’s bottom before sending her to her room.

Straightening her own dress, she walked back into the kitchen.

“You kids are welcome to enjoy the pool, but I’m afraid Becky won’t be re-joining you until later this afternoon,” she said firmly.

As the message was loud and clear, the college kids made their way outback to sit by the pool and give Becky and her mother some privacy.

Meanwhile, Becky’s mother opened the pantry and took out the paddle that helped her sort out her children’s misbehavior on many occasions.  Feeling very determined to correct Becky’s sassy attitude, she headed to her daughter’s bedroom.

Becky sat on the bed, still wearing her bikini, and mortified that her friends had no doubt heard her spanking.  She couldn’t believe her mother would do that to her.  She was going to give mother a good talking to.

Boy was she surprised when Mama opened the door and walked in holding the family paddle.

“Mama, no!” Becky cried.  “I am too old for a spanking!”

“You most certainly are not, little miss,” her mother informed her.  “I don’t care if you are nine or nineteen, young lady…you give me that kind of sass, and you should fully expect to have your bare bottom paddled until you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Mama, no, please, I’m sorry,” Becky cried, as her mother yanked her up off the bed.

“You are going to be sorry, young lady,” her mama told her.  “Now, get those bikini bottoms down this instant.”

Still pleading for leniency, Becky immediately obeyed.  She knew from experience that if she delayed baring her bottom in any way, that not only would she still receive her paddling from Mama, but that she could very well expect a trip over her father’s knee at bedtime. 

Standing there, her bikini bottoms around her thighs, Becky pleaded with her mama not to spank her, to no avail.

Shortly after, she found herself bent over, bikini bottoms around her thighs, her bare bottom ready for the paddle.

Mama didn’t make her wait long.  Her girl was long overdue a good spanking and she was going to see to it that she learned a lesson that afternoon.

As the sounds of hard wood being applied to a soft bottom filled the room, accompanied by the cries and pleading of a naughty girl receiving her comeuppance, the irritation Becky’s mama had felt earlier began to melt away. She didn’t let up on the girl though.  Oh no, this was to be a spanking she would remember, and she continued to apply the paddle low on the girl’s bottom, directly to her sit spots.  She’d feel that tomorrow!

At this point, Becky was very much regretting her sassy mouth and could think of nothing other than the sting her Mama was applying to her bottom.  She cried out in pain, but the paddle continued to fall on her bare behind, punishing her for her misbehavior.   

When the girl’s bottom was the color of a ripe apple and she felt that the girl had cried sufficient tears, Becky’s mom set the paddle down.  Taking Becky by the arm, she put the girl in the corner.

This was a corner Becky knew well, as she had many a time stood staring at these walls, tears on her cheeks, bottom burning hot behind her.  She immediately crossed her arms behind her back and put her nose in the corner, hoping her obedience would mean that her discipline was over.

Becky’s mama required her to stand there, her spanked bottom on display for a full fifteen minutes.  She left the paddle lying on the girl’s bed as a reminder of her discipline…as if her burning bottom wasn’t enough!

When she returned, she called Becky to her, and gave her a good lecture on having a better attitude and speaking more respectfully, all while the girl’s bikini bottoms resided at her thighs.  Becky listened closely not wanting to further incite her mama’s wrath. 

“Now, you get changed, wash your face, and put the paddle away, young lady,” her mama told her when her lecture concluded.  “Your friends are outside waiting for you.”

“Yes, Mama,” the contrite college co-ed whispered. 

Ten minutes later, after returning the paddle to the pantry, Becky made her way outback to face her friends.  She wished Mama had sent them home.  Instead of her bikini, she now wore a tank top and a pair of baggy shorts. 

Her friends welcomed her back, and in quiet voices told her how out of line her mother had been.  Thomas remained quiet, taking it all in.  He couldn’t help but notice the small bit of scorched skin peeking out from the back of Becky’s shorts.

Man, he wished he’d been a fly on the wall in that room. 

As he handed Becky a Coke, he caught her gaze. She blushed heavily, knowing that he had overheard some of her spanking. 

The End.

PS.  Hope you enjoyed, my friends!  I have been so inspired to write naughty fiction lately 😉

XOXO,

nora