1. Dee’s levelling


    Date: 10/10/2023, Categories: Spanking, Author: Safryzer 

    ... voice to be more childlike. Dee positioned Rachel against the wall, grabbing a letter still crisply sealed in its envelope from a stack of mail on the counter, then holding it before Rachel’s nose.

‘Just be quiet and be sure this doesn’t drop to the floor.’

‘Or else, Mum?’

‘Or else I’ll take you to Farmer Henson for a spanking when I’m done with you!’

Dee turned to prepare for the spanking and heard the sharp sound of the sealed envelope hitting the floor.

‘Oops! Sorry, Mum. Guess I’ll be getting my bot-bot spanked by the farmer, too.’

Dee rolled her eyes and noticed a large wooden spoon protruding from a utensil jar nearby. She took the spoon and slapped it lightly against the palm of her hand; it landed with a pleasing thud. She placed the spoon on the kitchen table, then spun one of the dining benches around and moved it into more space. Dee sat on the bench, contemplating her friend’s shapely backside. Rachel wore jeans upturned up at the bottom of the legs that didn’t quite reach her slip-on sandals. Her white top curved up as it arched over a tight bottom, framing her cheeks at the top in a way that pleasingly mirrored their curves below. Dee looked forward to relieving her frustrations at Rachel and her repeatedly errant behaviour.

‘Right, I’ll have you over my knee now. And don’t dare call me Mum!’

‘I won’t call you… Mum.’ Rachel would always find a way around any rule.

Rachel skipped across to Dee, taunting her with her childlike ...
    ... demeanour. She started to unbutton her jeans.

‘Leave those on. It’s for me to decide when they get removed.’ Dee pulled Rachel across her lap and attempted to knead her cheeks dispassionately, recalling how the farmer handled her. She placed her forefinger on a target point on one of Rachel’s buttocks, then pulled her hand back.

The first few spanks felt a little odd to Dee. Then, she quickly learned to cup her hand and put more force into her swing. Rachel wriggled gently underneath her but seemed untroubled. Dee was going to have to put some work into this. She drew her arm further back to increase the intensity of the spanks. If Dee’s efforts were making an impression, Rachel was not betraying that in any of her reactions. There was no evidence of contrition, only mild amusement.

‘Right, you can get up and remove those jeans now.’

‘Yes, Mommy dear!’

‘Rachel! I told you to stop being weird.’

‘You told me not to call you “Mum”, which I didn’t.’

‘Just cut out the weirdness, Rachel, and fold those jeans neatly!’

Rachel wriggled her bottom and complied with Dee’s order. Dee flushed as she felt fresh dampness on the crotch of her panties. There was no denying the sexual charge this was creating. But she was determined to relay none of that to Rachel.

With a deft spring, Rachel leapt over Dee’s lap once more, then thrust a hand deep into her knickers.

‘Get that bloody hand out of there, young lady! I told you I’m not here to get you off.’

‘But you’re not ...
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