Jeannie and I walked our dogs and then chatted over coffee nearly every Saturday morning. She had a daughter, Rachel, who was now nineteen. Rachel lived at home while going to junior college and working a couple of part-time jobs. This week was Jeannie’s turn to host coffee and we had just sat down in her kitchen when Rachel arrived home.

On our walk with the dogs, Jeannie had expressed her frustration with Rachel’s lack of responsibility and good sense. One recent behavior that really irked Jeannie was Rachel staying out all night with friends. Jeannie had been clear when Jeannie moved back home that house rules still applied and staying out like that was, at best, unsafe and disrespectful. Like a number of other rules that ‘adult’ Rachel now felt did not apply, she essentially flaunted curfew. What she had not bargained for was Jeannie’s frustration and decision to make good on threats of corporal punishment if the behavior continued.

“Good morning, young lady,” Jeannie scolded. “What did I tell you would happen if this happened again.”

“Mom, I don’t have time for your lecture,” Rachel snapped. “I have to get ready for work.” On most Saturdays, Rachel delivered for Amazon.

“Go ahead and change for work,” Jeannie agreed. “After you’re dressed, bring me the paddle and we’ll settle this quickly so you’re still on-time for work.”

“Mom! No!” Rachel whined.

“Get going and do as I say or you’ll get the dozen swats you have coming now and another dozen after work,” Jeannie threatened. Rachel stomped-off and Jeannie said softly to me, “It’ll do her good to spend a day in the seat of that delivery van with a sore bottom.” I was already stiffening from the talk about Rachel getting paddled and the inference it was going to happen with me as a witness.

Rachel arrived back in the kitchen a few minutes later and I was surprised she was actually carrying her mom’s sorority paddle. I think Jeannie was a bit taken aback, as well, at the apparent submission from her otherwise argumentative daughter. “Ok, turn around, drop those shorts and bend over,” Jeannie ordered. Rachel gave me a funny look, almost like she knew my reaction and was teasing me. She turned and unbuttoned the uniform shorts she was wearing. The shorts fell to the ground and she bent forward offering her bottom towards us. “Panties, too” Jeannie ordered. Rachel sighed, reached back and pulled her panties to mid-thigh. She widened her stance, presenting me with a most alluring view. Jeannie tapped the paddle against her daughter’s bare backside and gave it a hard swat. Jeannie groaned and rocked forward on her toes. As she rocked back into position, the paddle collided with her bare cheeks with loud slap. “Count these,” Jeannie ordered.

When Rachel hollered, “Twelve!” Jeannie set the paddle on the counter. Rachel’s bottom was well bruised from the dozen impacts of the hardwood paddle. Rachel quickly pulled up her panties and shorts, then turned and wiped away a tear. “Sorry, mom,” she said softly and gave Jeannie a hug before departing.

“I’m thinking you enjoyed that a bit too much,” Jeannie asserted, looking at the bulge in my pants. “Perhaps you need a few swats yourself.”

“You played this out right in my presence so kinda thinking it was intentional and you’re the one who’s earned a warm bottom,” I retorted.

“You have a point there,” Jeannie agreed. “Three a piece?” I nodded and assumed the position right where Rachel had. A few moments later, Jeannie and I switched places and she absorbed three swats from me.

She began to pull up her panties and I blocked her hand and suggested “I see something else that needs attention.” She nodded her agreement and I pressed my boner against her vulva and slid inside her. She moaned with the sensation of begin filled and actively thrust in sync with me until I withdrew. I was planning to cum on her pink bottom but she had other plans, sinking to her knees and finishing me in her mouth.

She swallowed a very generous load and then declared, “Next time, I’ll let you cum on my ass, but today I wanted some cream for my coffee.”