Family Tradition Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Family Tradition Pt. 03

... he punished me, but I have wielded cane in anger, and very satisfying it is too."

I was struggling to take this all in. I was seeing a very different side of my mother that I never knew.

"Don't look so shocked, anyone would think your generation invented the word lesbian. It has always been there; it is just more open these days. As for spanking that is as old as time."

"Would you say you are a lesbian then?"

"No not now but at the time it worked for Rachal and me, have you ever tried?"

I was tempted to lie but decided to share the trust. "I did have a very brief fling at Uni, but that was a long time ago."

"There you are. You know the pleasures of another woman. It did you no harm."

She was right although it was a long time ago at the time it was very pleasurable, and I have fond memories of that time.

This closed the subject and the rest of lunch passed with more mundane chit-chat. Once again, I noticed the waitress was always close to our table. When Mother excused herself to visit the loo she came over and looking rather embarrassed stood next to the table.

"Are you OK, I asked?"

"Yes, it's just that I could not help overhearing some of your conversation and wondered if we could meet sometime and have a chat." She said this all in a rush and went red all at the same time.

I looked at her, she was in her late twenties attractive in a plain way, and she was clearly very uncomfortable having this conversation.

"Are you asking to meet to ...

... talk about spanking?" I decided that being forthright would be the best plan here.

"Yes."

I felt a rush of excitement, "OK if you give me your number I will call you later."

"Thank you, it would be lovely to talk." With this, she slipped away.

As we were leaving she passed me a piece of paper on which was written a mobile number.

On the drive home, I wondered once again what had come over me. Here I was thinking about meeting a virtual stranger to discuss spanking. As a distraction, I decided I would throw myself into clearing the garage and decide what to do about the waitress question later.

The garage was going to be a massive job. It was filled to the rafters with junk. I worked methodically from the front of the garage deciding what was worth keeping. The pile of junk grew far faster than the keep pile. I lifted another dust sheet and uncovered two old school desks. They looked to be in good condition, and I immediately thought of a scenario in which they could be used. In my mind's eye, I imagined someone draped over the desk as they became the latest member of the stripy bottom club. Rather than imagining myself in this position, I pictured the waitress offering her bottom to my cane. This thought triggered excitement down below. It also answered the question of whether I was going to meet up with my new friend.

I phoned the number I had been given and after a couple of rings, my call was answered. "Hi, it is Olivia, we met at lunchtime."

"Olivia ...