Tracy remembered those little "discussions" with her mom from child hood. Mom had handled the discipline for her and her younger brother Tom. It was a set ritual. When correction was to be meted out, the unlucky youngster would be instructed to get in the tub and bathe. In the meantime mother would wait in the bathroom and dry the miscreant with a towel when she or he emerged. After the bath mom would grasp the child by the wrist and walk her down the hall in the nude, to her room. Once in the room, her mother would sit on the bed and draw her standing between her knees to deliver a lecture on the bad conduct the had precipitated the event. When the talking was over, mom would pull her around to her right side and firmly place her across her knees. When her position was just right, with bare bottom upended and legs dangling, mom would say "...now Tracy I don't like to do this, but I want you to remember this the next time you disobey....".

Then the spanking would start. Lord, how her mom could spank! Brisk wristy smacks would be delivered in a steady barrage that would not let up until she was in tears. Mom spanked long because she believed that the best way to make the lesson felt was to build up the sting in her charge's backside gradually. The spanks were crisp and firm,but not as hard as she could make them. Notwithstanding that, she was very thorough. The prolonged volley of spanks, with less than a second between each one, would soon bring Tracy and her brother to the point of tears. Mom spanked until the wriggling bare fanny across her lap was red and hot to the touch and the tears were flowing freely. When she arrived at that point, she would stop and review the main reason for the punishment. After eliciting tearful promises to behave in the future, she would administer a series of hard spanks, slowly, one for each year of her or Tom's age. When it was over mom would hug her child tenderly, as she felt that once a spanking was given, the matter was done.

At age 13, however, a new wrinkle was added. Believing that the flat of her hand might be losing its effectiveness as a means of instilling good behavior, she resolved to make good use of the willow tree in her back yard. So in the aftermath of the 7th grade party incident when Tracy and some other friends had snuck out late at night and strung toilet paper over a neighbor's yard, there was a change in the ritual. Tracy would never forget that day. After a halting confession had been extracted from her, Mom handed Tracy a short kitchen knife and told her to go cut a switch from the willow tree. It had to be 2 feet long and as big around as a pencil, her mom said, and for her sake it should have all the bumps and buds stripped off. Tracy had felt a cold lump of fear in the pit of her stomach that day. The spankings were bad enough, but it was now obvious that her mother intended to whip her! She remembered the walk out to the tree, the selection of a willow withe that seemed big enough and long enough, and the reluctant trudge back inside holding the very instrument of her impending correction. After presenting the switch to her mom who swished it a few times and said that it would do, Tracy was ordered to the bathroom to bathe and prepare. As usual her mother came in and helped dry her off. Then there had been the long walk in the nude down the hall following her mother as she tapped the dreaded switch against her calf.

All too soon the moment of truth had arrived. Mom seated herself on the bed and gave Tracy a lecture about respecting other peoples 's property. Pulling her errant daughter across her left thigh, Tracy's mom had grasped Tracy's right hand to hold it in the small of her back. Raising the switch Tracy's mom commenced a whipping that Tracy would never forget. For the next 10 minutes the only sounds in that room were the swissssh...thwack! of the switch against Tracy's nude little bottom and her resultant squeals of pain.. Her bare fanny had wiggled shamelessly across her mom's knee as the switch had continued to swish and crack with each carefully measured lick. When it was over her mother had stood her on her feet, kissed her and told her to be good. Tracy had returned to her room and cried for an hour trying to rub the sting out of her red and swollen striped rear cheeks. After that the switching ritual had been employed on occasions of severe misbehavior, but it was rare.

This was Tracy's musing as she considered the problem of John. She needed to vent her anger at John so she could forgive him. John was a keeper, but part of him was a cocky little boy who needed to be taught some respect.

"John, I would have thought that you had more respect for me than to have actually let Sandra give you oral sex in front of me," Tracy began, " and as a result I feel angry and insulted. I like you a lot and I want us to be special, but right now something needs to happen that happened to me when I was a kid and really stepped out of line."

"Look, Tracy, I'm really sorry. Can't you just forgive me ? This won't happen again. I just got caught up in the whole scene".

"Oh I can forgive you allright, but before that I need to demonstrate how I feel to you and teach you not to be so cavalier with my affections, " said Tracy. "Now I want you to take this kitchen knife and go out to the back yard. See that willow tree out there? I want you to cut a switch about two feet long and as big around as a pencil. Maybe you better cut two or three."

John paled at this command. She was going to whip him with a switch that he had to cut himself! He felt so humiliated that he barely thought about how much it would hurt! "Isn't there some other way I can make this up to you?" John pleaded. "No," said Tracy folding her arms and tapping her foot. "Get going".

John tried to stammer another apology but Tracy was adament. If John wanted them to continue as a couple he was going to be corrected for his behavior at Sandra's paddling. John now red in the face and fearful of Tracy's resolve, approached the willow and cut three withes as Tracy had commanded. Tracy had told John to go into the living room and wait for her there as she changed clothes. Tracy changed into short teddy with a short wispy skirt. It gave her freedom of movement and was sexy to boot. All the more easy to keep John under control and show him what he would be giving up if he didn't obey, thought Tracy. She also pulled a sash out of a housecoat and found a torn pair of pantyhose. I will need to restrain him , she thought to herself. As John walked back to the house, he flicked the switch against his palm. Yeouch, he thought, that really stings. I hope she's not serious about this.

As John stood in the living room and saw Tracy walk in in that sexy outfit, his penis began to stir. Tracy decided to play this for all it was worth. "All right John kneel down and present me with a switch and ask me to correct you."

"Oh for God's sake.." began John.

"Do it now!" commanded Tracy.

"Ok..ok.." said John kneeling "Tracy I'm sorry please punish me with this switch until you can forgive me." Tracy accepted the switch from his hand.

"All right, John you may rise. Now take off your clothes down to your underwear."

John knew it was useless to argue about this and proceeded to strip down to his shorts and socks. This was doubly embarassing because his arousal was obvious. Meanwhile Tracy had seated herself in the middle of the couch and was ominously tapping the switch against her palm.

"Stand here between my legs and hold out your hands", said Tracy tying the sash around John's wrists. "Do you have to do this?" whined John. "Yes", said Tracy " You might not be able to control yourself" Tracy tied the pantyhose around John's knees. Satisfied that he could not move or wriggle away Tracy turned John over her left thigh. Grasping the back of his shorts, Tracy pulled down his pants baring his bottom. Cute, she thought. She hadn't had a man in this position. I could get used to this, she giggled to herself.

"John , you know why you're getting this licking. Do you have anything to say?"

"Uh..I'm sorry..really...don't hit me too hard..please?"

"This will sting John", said Tracy as she raised her wrist and brought the switch down across John's bare white bottom. SWICK! "Owww" SWICK! "Ouch" SWISSH.....THWACK! "Yeeeoww" Tracy applied the switch to John's fanny raising red lines across his buttocks. To John it felt like a line of fire each time the switch struck. Tied as he was all John could do was to wiggle helplessly over Tracy's knee as the switch continued to fall. SWISH...THWACK! SWISH......THWACK! SWICK! SWICK! The sounds of the switching were accompanied by John's squeals of pain and pleas for mercy. A very naughty boy is getting his just desserts, thought Tracy as she whipped the bare bottom of the male wriggling across her knee. Indeed, but for the ages of the participants, an observer might conclude that some maternal justice was being meted out in the age-old fashion by a determined mom. "I want you to remember this John and I want the respect from you that I deserve! SWISH...THWACK!! Do you understand?"

"Owwwww....yesss...please stoppp!!"

With a final SWISHHH.......THWACK!! and a wail of "Owwww..." from John, Tracy put down the switch. She rubbed John's bottom with her hand. It was criss- crossed with welts from the switch and stung ferociously.

"Now John will you respect my feelings from now on? Am I important to you?"

"Yes ...Tracy....Yes..."

"Good boy .Now stand up"

As John stood his penis which had become flaccid under the pain of the switching now began to revive under the ministrations of Tracy's hand . With John standing between her legs she grasped John's cock and began to run her fingers back and forth bringing him to a state of hardness. Then releasing his cock for a moment she unbuttoned a panel on her teddy exposing her vulva.

"Kneel between my legs John," she breathed, "and start licking."

"Ow! Ow! My ass," wailed John. But he could not rub. His hands were still tied.

John knelt down and stuck his face into Tracy's warm, moist crotch. He found the bud of her clitoris and began flicking it with his tongue. The whipping of John's cute bare fanny had produced a state of high arousal in Tracy. A little more of John's tongue up her vagina and she would orgasm.

"Stop now John. Just one more thing. Stand up." John stood.

"My mom always finished a punishment this way" said Tracy, hauling John back across her knees. I think you are a good man, but a very naughty boy. You're back over my knee to get 29 spanks with my hand, one for each year of your life". John began to protest. "But then you're going to fuck me! And don't worry---I'll count."

"Wait a minute, Tracy, please-my ass is on fire. I've been punished enough." John was clearly in distress-almost blubbering. Tracy steeled herself. She felt this had to be done.

This time Tracy arranged John across her thighs to trap John's engorged cock between them and proceeded to spank John's red fanny with crisp smacks that had John pumping his rear end up and down, almost meeting her hand in a furious dance of pain and arousal. John moaned and bounced over Tracy's lap.

Spank! Spank! Smack! " One! Two! Three!" Tracy spanked in a deliberate tempo with gusto making each cheek ripple on impact. She imagined that this was how she and her brother must have looked , upended over mom's knee for discipline.

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Tracy continued to crack her palm against John's tender fanny......... SPANK!" 25! "SPANK!" 26 !" SMACK!"27" CRACK! "28" CRACK!! "29" "OWWWW.....YEOWWW!" wailed John through the ordeal. The heat of the spanking on top of his already painfully striped cheeks was excruciating but the friction of his penis gripped between Tracy's thighs was driving him mad with lust. When Tracy stopped, he was perilously close to cumming.

Tracy quickly untied John and tore off her teddy. Pulling John down to her on the couch she slipped his penis into her wet sex and began churning her hips. Gripping his welted buttocks she rammed him into her and after a scant few minutes they came together in a thunderous orgasm.

It turned out to be a defining moment in their relationship. John knew he could not take Tracy for granted. Tracy knew she wanted this man. They each had faults but at least the episode taught them that there were ways of resolving hurts and thoughtless acts. And so it was that a system began to emerge...one that frequently called for the application of palm or paddle to bottom and the hot lovemaking that followed.

But let us not forget the club. For even as we leave this domestic scene, our couple is in trouble again....and Ms Victoria has some very wicked ideas for those poor club members who have not obeyed the rules..NEXT