Cool Mum Ch. 01

Ashley bounced out of her friend's house, a huge smile across her face. The gorgeous eighteen-year-old blonde was always enthusiastic, but today something had got into her to make her doubly exuberant. Waiting for her in the car, Melissa, Ashley's thirty-two-year-old stepmother, frowned slightly. "She's obviously not wearing a bra, again," she thought to herself, as she watched Ashley's large breasts jiggle under her tight white T-shirt. The blonde threw her bag in the boot, then climbed into the passenger seat next to Melissa and sighed.

"Stephanie's mum is soooooo cool," Ashley exclaimed, dreamily. "I had such a good time."

"Why don't you tell me all about it, honey?" her stepmother replied. "Did Mrs. Smith look after you girls well?"

"Amazing," the stepdaughter replied, but try as she might Melissa couldn't get more information out of her on the car-ride home, and soon Ashley had disappeared up into her own room.

"Typical teenager!" Melissa thought, but though she tried to brush it off, she couldn't help feel a twang of jealousy. What made Jacqui Smith - Stephanie's mother, with whom Ashley had been spending the weekend - so cool?

"Why aren't I seen as the cool mum?" she reflected, looking at herself in the mirror. With her trim figure, long blonde hair, large breasts and youthful appearance, she looked more like Ashley's sister than her stepmum - or at least so flattering men told her. "Am I not with it any more? What has Jacqui got that I don't? And why does Stephanie call her 'Mummy,' when 'Melissa' is the only thing Ashley will call me?"

Just then, Melissa's mobile rang and - speak of the devil - it was Jacqui. Briefly pondering whether she really wanted to speak to her right now, Melissa finally answered the phone and put on her best, most cheerful voice. "Hi there, Jacqui!"

"Hi Melissa," Jacqui answered happily. "I just wanted to let you know what a pleasure it was to have Ashley over for the weekend. She's such a well-mannered and sweet young girl, she's a real credit to you."

"Well," Melissa blushed slightly, rethinking her resentment of Jacqui, "that's very kind of you to say. Did the girls have fun at the concert?"

"Oh yes, they had a great time, and Ashley didn't even try to get up to any mischief. I felt like I wasn't even needed as a chaperone... although, you were quite right to suggest that I go. You never know what might happen otherwise. There was one incident the night before the show..."

"Oh?" Melissa cut in, "What kind of incident?"

"The girls did something very silly," Jacqui said gravely, "And that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. They tried to sneak out at night to meet up with some boys. Completely unacceptable, on multiple levels. I punished them appropriately."

Melissa's mind reeled. Ashley knew she wasn't allowed to hang out with boys, and the timing and the deceit just added further disgrace. "Jacqui, I'm so sorry for my daughter's behaviour. But honestly, I disagree you punished her appropriately. After that kind of stunt, I'm a little disappointed you let her go to the concert the next night. I would have grounded her for several weeks."

"Melissa, I hear you." Jacqui's tone was sympathetic. "The problem is, that kind of punishment isn't immediate, it fosters resentment, and honestly - it isn't severe enough. I'd much rather give the girls a much stricter punishment straight away, to provide the necessary correction, and allow them to move on with a clean slate."

"Well, that sounds good," Melissa replied, "but what does that look like in practice?"

"I gave both Ashley and Stephanie a long, hard spanking," Jacqui chuckled, "and believe you me they were very contrite at the end of it. And I think that's part of why they were good as gold at the concert - they knew full well that any misbehaviour, and they'd be straight over my knee again."

"Y-you spanked Ashley?" Melissa didn't know why, but she was blushing. Melissa had told Jacqui to treat Ashley like her own daughter in terms of any punishments, but she'd never expected this. This... this was certainly something, and Melissa didn't understand what was moving inside her at the thought.

"Absolutely," said Jacqui. "And I told her that you'd punish her as well when she got home. Now, Melissa," Jacqui's voice became concerned, "I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your stepdaughter, and heaven knows she's a lovely girl. If you want to ground her, that's totally up to you. But I really do think you should consider spanking her."

"Spanking her?" Melissa blushed again. She had never spanked Ashley, but she coudn't deny there was something fascinating about the idea. "I... I've never... I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Well," Jacqui cooed, "Perhaps I should talk you through my routine. I had Ashley strip down to her frilly white panties in front of me, then I pulled down what was left of her underwear. Now, you may be asking, why didn't I just get her to strip naked? And it's because I think there's something extra humiliating about me pulling down the girl's underwear, don't you? And of course the humiliation is a vital part of the punishment."

"Of course," Melissa whispered out. She was picturing her stepdaughter's naked body in front of her, her pert breasts, her smooth skin, her angelic face creased with worry, framed with golden-blonde tresses. She was fluttering all over.

"And then I had her lie down over my lap, and spread her legs, " continued Jacqui. "She was a little reluctant at first, but a few good slaps to her inner thighs got her to spread them nice and wide. And then I started the punishment - nice firm slaps, slowly at first, alternating across the buttocks and getting them nice and pink. And stopping every so often to give Ashley's cute little arse a rub or a squeeze, just to add a little extra embarrassment to the mix."

Melissa couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew she needed to hear more.

"Now a lot of mothers think that a spanking is all about the palm of their hand, but I promise you, your words can make every bit as much of an impact. So as I began increasing the intensity of the spanking, I started scolding Ashley too. Calling her a slut, calling her a whore, mocking her predicament. 'What did you think would happen tonight? You'd spread your legs and your arse would get a good seeing-to? Well, it's happening, but not as you expected!' That sort of thing. And I'll be damned if I know whether her face or her bottom was redder! And pretty soon she was crying."

"Oh my! That's so..." Melissa murmured. She suddenly realised she didn't know how to complete the sentence, and there was dead silence on the phone line. She needed to say something. "So deserved," she finally settled on, blushing.

"It was," Jacqui agreed heartily, "But you need to remember that the first tears are false. She's crying because she got caught, not because she's genuinely sorry. You need to really keep going till you break her down into contrition. So this was just my cue to spank her harder, and mix them up a bit more, three on this arse-cheek, two on that one, a couple on the tops of her thighs, and so on, keep her guessing, make her feel she has no idea where the next blow was coming from. This is the point where I always start to enjoy myself."

"And I want to emphasise," Jacqui continued, her voice dropping a little lower, "that disciplining these girls should be an enjoyable experience for you. Some mothers feel a little ashamed or guilty when they spank. Please don't. You're moulding your stepdaughter into a better woman. Take pleasure in it - her little moans and gasps, the way she squirms and wriggles, the way she's stretched out at your mercy. And this is also the point where I like to start to take little liberties with the girls, to show them just how much I'm in control. And also, honestly, because I like it."

"Honesty is so important," Melissa gulped. She was desperate to hear all about Ashley's spanking, and she couldn't quite explain why. "Please, tell me more."

"Well, on this occasion I started pulling Ashley's hair back," Jacqui replied, calmly, "forcing her to arch her back more and open herself up even more for the spanking. I could tell it made her feel confused and humiliated, which of course was precisely the aim. And when she couldn't find the words to object to that, it gave me the green light to fondle her bottom, stroke her inner thighs, and so on. Normally, this is when I'd start spanking the girl's pussy, which for me is a particular highlight. The girl hates it, I love it, and the combination does wonderfully in terms of taking her down a peg or three. But in Ashley's case, I could tell you don't spank her, and so I didn't want to overstep my mark. I thought you might want to be the first to spank her in that particularly intimate way, and really establish a mother-daughter bond with her."

"A mother-daughter bond?" Melissa was blushing crimson red by now, and something she didn't understand was stirring in her loins. She couldn't be wet down there, could she? Maybe this is just what Jacqui was talking about, justified pleasure in Ashley's improvement. Yes, that must be it. "I don't really understand what you mean."

"It's the best way to bring you closer," Jacqui continued, "I highly recommend it. I spank my stepdaughter at least once a week, and how can she not feel a special connection to me, when she's regularly spreading her legs for me and asking me to punish her in the most intimate ways imaginable? She wouldn't dare to try and keep secrets from me! I hope you don't think I'm overstepping the mark, Melissa, and it really isn't any of my business, but I really think you should think about ways you can become closer to Ashley. Would it really kill you to strip her naked and tan her naughty bottom every once in a while?"

"It wouldn't kill me," Melissa conceded weakly, feeling a little light-headed, "I just... It's not how I've normally..."

"I could come round and give you some pointers if you're feeling shy!" Jacqui chirped brightly. "Show you exactly how it's done, so you have complete confidence when you take Ashley over your knee later on."

Melissa made a little noise and blushed again. She wasn't sure exactly what that noise was, but she was mortified that Jacqui had heard it. She desperately tried to recover, saying "That's very kind of you, but I don't think I..."

"Oh, think nothing of it," Jacqui cut in, "I'll be happy to come over and demonstrate. Shall we say around three p.m.?"

Melissa couldn't find the words to object further, and she blushed again as she hung up the phone. Three p.m.! That was less than two hours away! As she scurried around the house, tidying up for Jacqui's visit, Melissa began to calm down and think more clearly. "I panicked," she reflected, "I panicked in a very intense but totally innocent conversation. Obviously Jacqui has her own parenting methods, and who am I to judge? But I'm not going to let her come around here and spank Ashley for me. That's crazy. That's just not who I am, or what we do in this household. However well it works for Jacqui. However much it makes her the 'cool mum,' which I do so desperately want to be, that's not the path I'm going to go down. There's been a misunderstanding, and we'll clear it up and everything will be back to normal."

To make sure nothing could possibly go wrong, Melissa gave Ashley some money and sent the grateful teenager off to Westfield, a nearby shopping centre, to have fun. That way, no matter any further misunderstanding, there couldn't be any spankings that afternoon, because Ashley wouldn't even be there. With all the loose ends tied away, Melissa made herself a cup of tea and began to feel more confident and relaxed as she awaited Jacqui's arrival. "You've got this, Mel," she told herself. "You've got this."

It was three o'clock on the dot when Jacqui rang the doorbell, and Melissa sized the other woman up as she stood on her porch. Late 30s, Melissa guessed, long, straight brown hair with just a hint of auburn in it, pale skin, and a tall, waspish figure. There was no doubt she had a striking look to her - maybe that was why she was the 'cool mum.' There was a fluttering feeling in Melissa's tummy as she invited Jacqui in, something about the brunette's manner was so confident, so direct, that Melissa didn't quite know what to say as they sat down in the well-appointed living room.

"I'm so glad you've decided to spank Ashley," Jacqui began, "and so glad you've asked for my help in showing you how. It's the sign of a great mother that you're willing to admit when you don't know how to do something."

"Well, thank you," Melissa responded hesitantly, not quite knowing where to begin. She needed to set Jacqui right - she wasn't going to spank Ashley, she hadn't asked for help, but Jacqui was so forceful it was hard to get a word in edgeways. "But in fact..."

"Now, where is Ashley?" Jacqui enquired, and Melissa finally took the upper hand.

"She's gone to Westfield to do some shopping and see a movie," the blonde woman said triumphantly. Now, she knew, Jacqui would realise the mistake and the two women could laugh and go back to normal.

"Oh, I'm so glad," Jacqui replied, and Melissa breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the whole thing had been a misunderstanding on her part more than Jacqui's! Jacqui hadn't come here to spank Ashley, the whole idea was ridiculous. Now she just needed to...

"Stand up for me, will you?" Lost in her thoughts Melissa complied without really thinking about it. "Now take off that sweater, we don't need that." Again, Melissa followed the instruction without too much thought, but was snapped to reality by the next command.

"The blouse too, please dear." Jacqui wasn't asking, she was telling. Melissa hesitated. She'd already taken off her sweater, was she somehow changing her mind by stopping obeying now? What was going on? "Come on, it's just us girls here. Nothing I haven't seen before."

"What's this all about?" Melissa whispered, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She suddenly realised her nipples were straining against the fabric of her plain black bra. Just a little cold, that's all, she told herself. "Do I really have to..."

"Don't be stupid," Jacqui scoffed. Her voice was beyond firm, it was irresistible. "Of course we have to get you ready, mentally and physically. Now get those jeans off, and stop wasting my time."

"Yes, Jacqui," Melissa stammered, as she hesitantly and miserably slid the jeans down her smooth, shapely legs. "But I..."

"I come around here," Jacqui said sharply, "Trying to help you in a neighbourly way. Trying to save you from being an obviously inadequate mother. But you don't even take your bra off. Ridiculous behaviour."

"I... I..." Melissa sighed and reluctantly took off her bra. She was now standing in just her lacey black panties, covering her breasts to try and retain some degree of modesty. "Please..."

"Come over here, girl," said Jacqui, in a tone that would brook no refusal. As Melissa moved to stand in front of her tormentor, Jacqui ran her hand slowly up the other woman's inner thigh, making Melissa giggle involuntarily. But the giggle was replaced by a gasp as Jacqui put her fingers in the waistband of Melissa's panties, and slowly inched them down her thighs. "You certainly don't need these silly things."

Melissa gasped as her panties hit the floor. She was scared and confused and embarrassed, and the last thing she wanted to do was upset Jacqui any further, she just wanted to placate her really very nice mum-friend who was for some reason very cross with her. And something about the situation - the cold air across her stiff nipples, the talk of spanking, Jacqui's overwhelming manner, even the way she'd been called 'girl' in such a contemptuous tone - something about it was speaking to her in a primal way. She closed her eyes and hoped Jacqui didn't notice the wet spot on her panties.

"Get over my knee, you stupid girl," the tall brunette barked, and the blonde did as she was told. "Spread those legs!" Jacqui hastened compliance with a few sharp smacks to the inside of Melissa's thighs, and soon she was lasciviously on display, lying naked across Jacqui's lap, her head bowed down, her legs spread wide, feeling the cool air on her unprotected intimate parts. Jacqui rubbed her hand proprietorially across her friend's bottom, before bringing her hand down with a firm smack on the bare bottom.

"Owww!" Melissa cried out as much from shock as from pain.

"I always start with a nice, firm hand-spanking," Jacqui announced, "as you would know if you paid the least attention to what I've been telling you." A second, third and fourth spank landed, each one jolting the blonde and making her gasp, pain now joining humiliation in her mind. "Was I wasting my time completely trying to improve your parenting skills?"

"No, Mrs. Smith." Somehow, in her current predicament, it didn't seem right to Melissa to call her Jacqui. "I'm... I'm trying to learn from you." She hoped this would placate her, end the spanking.

"Oh good," Jacqui smiled, continuing the slow, steady spanking, which was now making Melissa wail and breathe heavily, much to the tall brunette's delight. "In that case, I think you should be thanking me for your spanking." She gave Melissa's bottom a firm pinch, making her squeal. "Go on, after every blow, thank me, and tell me how much this is helping you."

"Oh! Thank you Mrs. Smith, you're really helping me. Aaaah! Thank you Mrs. Smith, you're really helping me. Eeeeeeeeeh!" Melissa choked back a scream as the spanks increased in both frequency and intensity, going from perhaps one every three seconds to three every one second. It felt like her bottom was on fire. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You're a terrible mother," Jacqui's tone was cutting, "an absolutely worthless piece of trash. Unable to control your stepdaughter, unable to control yourself. Just an empty-headed bimbo slut."

"Thank you," Melissa wailed, as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, and the spanks continued to rain down on her rapidly reddening rump. "Thank you..."

The tears were Jacqui's queue to spank her harder - Melissa couldn't believe the spanks could somehow get harder - but slower, and to vary the spankings, now three in a row on this buttock, now on the tops of her thighs, now on her inner thighs. And Jacqui had Melissa by the hair too, the blonde realised, which was forcing her to arch her back and present herself even more lewdly to her tormentor. And in between spanks, Jacqui started taking to rubbing Melissa's bottom, her inner thighs... her finger even reached down and...

"Oh my God, please don't touch me there," Melissa prayed, but Jacqui's finger mercilessly parted the blonde's labia.

"Oh my God, you're wet, you disgusting whore," Jacqui said with disgust, continuing to spank her. "I've come to your house, tried to educate you, like the kind friend I am, and all the while this depraved lezzie slut is somehow getting off on the whole thing. I bet you want me to diddle you in your pussy, don't you?" Melissa gasped and squealed as Jacqui's finger jabbed sharply through her folds and straight into her sopping-wet hole, before coming out again. The spanks now came down on Melissa's pussy - far more gently than on her bottom or thighs, but still sheer agony for the desperate blonde.

"You're supposed to be thanking me for this, you stupid girl, or have you forgotten your manners already? Go on, thank me for treating you like a lezzie slut, or I swear to God the photos I'm taking will be all over the internet."

"No! No!" Melissa wailed. Jacqui was taking photos of her? In this predicament? She really would look like a whore if they ever got out. She tried to close her legs but some more slaps from Jacqui put paid to that. Sobbing desperately, Melissa felt she had no choice but to force out the words Jacqui demanded of her. "Thank you... Thank you for treating me like a lezzie slut... Thank you for treating me like a lezzie slut..."