Mona and I had volunteered to develop options to refresh some of the neighborhood landscaping. After work today, I had dropped by her house and around her kitchen table we reviewed proposals from several landscaping contractors. We were almost done with the first pass through the various plans when Mona’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Beth, came home following volleyball practice. She handed her mom a note and waited as Mona read it. I could immediately tell it was not good news.

“Cheating on you math test?” Mona barked. “You and Amy are always seeming to find trouble.” Mona picked up her phone and dialed a contact. She set the audio to speaker and laid the phone on the table.

A male voice answered, “Mona, what’s up.” In the background we could hear the rhythmic smacks that sounded like a spanking in progress - I was figuring something wooden like a hairbrush against a bare bottom.

“I’m guessing you got the same note I did and Sue is busy at the moment,” Mona replied.

“Yep, she’s in the process of painting Amy’s back porch red,” Amy’s father acknowledged. “Shall I have her call you?”

“You kinda answered my question about her response to the note,” Mona answered. “If she’s gonna call back, give me a few minutes as I have some painting of my own to do.” Mona ended the call and said to Beth, “Go get my brush.”

“But mom,” Beth whined, looking over at me.

“You created this scene by your behavior, now don’t complain that you’re embarrassed,” Mona chided. “Get the brush or it will be twice as long and even more embarrassing.” Beth stalked off and I shifted in my chair so view of the bulge in my pants was blocked by the table. Mona turned her chair away from the table in preparation for her upcoming task. Beth returned a few moments later and handed her mom the brush. Mona was to my right and so I was going to have a front row seat of Beth’s bare bottom as it absorbed the strikes of Mona’s brush.

Beth pleaded again, “Can’t we do this when we’re alone?”

Mona scolded, “We’re in the middle of reviewing these landscaping plans and nowhere near finished. Besides, maybe a little embarrassment along with a well-heated bottom will change your behavior. Now get those sweat pants and panties down before I really lose my patience and add a long session with the belt, as well.”

Beth looked over her shoulder at me. I tried to conceal the glee I felt in being a privileged witness to her punishment. She shrugged down her sweat pants and then panties to reveal a her perfect, taut, athletic bottom. Mona pulled the clothing down to Beth’s ankles and guided the girl over her knee. She spanked Beth’s cheeks very hard for almost two full minutes, landing at least one hundred a fifty strikes and leaving her daughter’s bare bottom colorfully bruised. She let the sobbing girl rise and Beth ran from the kitchen bare from the waist down having kicked her sweat pants and panties free.

“Let’s get back to the other task at-hand,” Mona suggested, a bit out-of-breath herself. I stayed close to the table to my erection could subside unnoticed. At home later, Beverly, our neighbor to the back called. “I hear you were eyewitness to Mona in-action,” she began.

“Yep. It was the unexpected highlight of my day,” I answered.

“Perhaps I can come over and deal with tumescence I’m sure it created,” she teased.

“I’d like that,” I agreed. “See you soon.”