Sequel to Sylvia, part 1 and Sylvia, part 2. I usually only upload one story per week, but I'd decided to upload this before the end of the year - and that's still a few hours away.
Sylvia, my ex-girlfriend’s mother, now visited my flat quite frequently. Sometimes, it was so that I could take her over my knee and give her the good, hard spanking she wanted and needed – she had missed being over a stern man's lap. Other times, it was just to visit me and chat. Today, she’d come to complain about her daughter.
“Violet never cleans up after herself!” she sighed. “And when I talk to her about it, she sasses me! Heaven save me from rude, lazy teenagers…”
“Violet’s no longer a teenager,” I pointed out. Violet had been a classmate of mine, and we were the same age.
“Well, she acts like one!” Sylvia snapped, grumbling into her cup of tea.
“Don’t snap at me,” I said calmly, but there was a certain tone in my voice that Sylvia knew quite well by now. She immediately apologized, as she had no desire to look at the carpet while being paddled over my knee, or study the wallpaper while being placed in the corner afterwards – or, at least, she didn’t’ want it right now.
“Violet has never behaved as well as she did when she dated you. You were a good influence on her – probably due to all those spankings you gave her.” She shook her head. “I wish you two were still dating.”
“If we were, you wouldn’t have asked me to spank you,” I pointed out. She’d told me herself that asking her daughter’s boyfriend for bare-bottomed punishments would be crossing a line – while asking her daughter's ex was perfectly fine.
She shrugged. “Well, then I wish you could come over and spank her anyway!” she declared. She stared into her cup for a few seconds, before giving me a thoughtful look.
I raised an eyebrow when I realized what she meant. “Violet’s no longer my girlfriend, so I don’t think it’s my place to discipline her anymore.”
“But it’s still mine. As long as Violet lives under my roof, I have the right to punish her – maybe even the DUTY to do it.” She grinned. “Nothing says I can’t outsource the job.”
The suggestion seemed odd at first, but when I thought about it, I could see her logic. She could certainly punish the misbehaving daughter who was still living with her, and there was nothing wrong with me helping out a woman in need. Besides, seeing Violet’s face when she was told that she would have to go over her ex-boyfriend’s lap for a good, hard spanking would probably be quite enjoyable – almost as much fun as seeing her squeal and beg as I reddened her bottom.
"I'll think about it," I said.
As I had expected, Violet took the news quite poorly. "Absolutely not," she shouted, blushing crimson from anger and embarrassment. "Being spanked by Roland? I would rather die!"
"Would you rather move out?" her mother said. Sylvia was sitting on the sofa and watching us. "Because either you do as Roland tells you, or you find somewhere else to live."
Violet turned her best puppy-dog eyes on her mother, but fortunately, Sylvia remained firm. Eventually, Violet gave up and glared at me. "This was YOUR idea, wasn't it? It's just like you to think of something like this! You're pure evil, you know that?"
"It was your mother who suggested it, actually," I said truthfully. "She persuaded me that it was a good idea."
Displaying the maturity I had come to expect of her, Violet stomped her foot and pouted. "You can't do this!"
"Your mother has explained the terms," I responded calmly. "You can either go over my knee for a good, hard spanking, or start packing."
Violet scowled at me, then at her mother, then back at me. I could tell that there was an angry retort on her lips, but surprisingly, she managed to hold it back. Finally, she sighed, trudging towards her bedroom with a defeated air.
I frowned. Had she chosen to move out after all? Was she about to begin packing all of her belongings? Not the outcome I'd hoped for – though Sylvia might be equally happy about having her house to herself.
Violet stopped, looking over her shoulder at me. "Are you coming? If this HAS to happen, I'd like to get it over with as soon as possible."
I glanced over at Sylvia, who gave me a triumphant grin. I then followed Violet to her bedroom. The room looked much as I remembered it, only far messier – Sylvia wasn't wrong when she said that I'd been a good influence on her daughter.
I sat down on Violet's bed, and she grumbled as she bent over my lap without being asked – she knew the position well by this point. "It's bad enough being spanked by you again, but my mother knowing about it? Not only that, condoning it? SUGGESTING it? Kill me, please." Her jean-clad backside shivered, waiting for my descending hand.
"Get up," I told her. She gave me a confused look as she rose, possibly wondering whether I'd changed my mind. I hadn't. "Violet, have I ever let you keep your jeans on when you deserve a spanking?"
She blushed. "Roland, we're not dating anymore. Do you really want to take my trousers down? That's embarrassing! You CAN'T be thinking of smacking my bottom when I'm only wearing panties!"
"You're right," I told her. "I'm not planning to spank you over your panties."
Her eyes widened, and she glared at me. "Absolutely not! I'm NOT taking my clothes off in front of you! You've lost those privileges!"
I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Would you like to move out, then?"
For almost a minute, she glared at me, probably hoping to break my resolve. Eventually, she must have realized that it was futile, for she sighed and began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. "I'm too old to be spanked," she whined as she pulled her trousers down, revealing a dark thong.
"You weren't too old a few months ago," I commented.
She pouted. "Actually, I was. You just ignored that fact and spanked me anyway, you absolute brute."
She placed herself back over my lap, assuming the familiar position. I placed my fingers in the waistband of her thong, and she buried her face in her hands as I whisked it down to bare her bottom. I watched the goosebumps form as I gently rubbed her well-rounded cheeks; Violet had always had a beautiful backside. "Are you ready for your spanking?" I asked sternly.
"Just get this over with," she sighed, and I could practically hear her roll her eyes. I frowned; Violet had always had a bit of an attitude. Well, I knew from experience that her attitude would change fairly soon. I raised my hand and started to spank her.
Violet hissed in pain and wriggled as my palm came crashing down on her sensitive seat. Instead of giving her a slow warm-up, which I sometimes did, I spanked hard and fast; she'd asked me to get it over with, and I intended to give her what she asked for. Violet was far too whiny to ever attempt to take her spankings bravely, so soon, she was squirming around over my lap, yelping as my hand struck her quivering cheeks.
"Oh! Not so hard, Roland! Not so hard," she pleaded, reaching her hand back to protect her bottom. I quickly grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly against the small of her back.
"Keep your hand away," I scolded as I continued to spank her soundly. "You deserve every smack you're going to get."
My hand moved from side to side, and from top to bottom; I intended to paint every inch of her backside bright red. She would be one sorry young lady before I was done.
Like I said, Violet was never stoic, so it did not take long for the tears to begin to fall. Shortly afterwards, she was sobbing over my knee, squirming and pleading for me to stop. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however. I knew from experience that if I stopped now, she would have learned nothing, so I continued her punishment.
She yelped and squealed, bucked and bounced, howling as my firm palm came crashing down on her squirming seat. I knew that this spanking would have a dramatic effect on her behaviour – at least in the short term. Sylvia would see a clear change in her daughter.
Violet's bottom was bright red and hot to the touch when I finally stopped. "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" I asked sternly.
"Yes! Please, Roland, I'll be good! Please don't spank me anymore. I'll do whatever you want!" she pleaded through her tears.
"Good to hear," I responded. "Are you going to clean up after yourself? Treat your mother with more respect? And start to help around the house?"
"Yes! I promise!"
"Good," I said, rubbing her bottom gently to take some of the sting away. "Let's go back to the living room, so you can apologize to your mother."
"Hmph", she grumbled, pouting.
"I beg your pardon?" I frowned. "Would you care to repeat that?"
"I'm not apologizing to that woman," she muttered.
For a brief second, I was speechless. She was still giving me attitude?
I think she could see out of the corner of her eye that I reached for the hairbrush on her nightstand, and she must have realized what I intended to do with it, because her tune changed immediately. "I'm sorry! I'll apologize! I didn't mean it! I wasn't – OW!"
She howled as the back of the brush crashed down on her burning bottom. It was only a small plastic hairbrush, but it was more effective than my hand. She kicked her legs and screeched like a banshee. I only gave her two dozen strokes, but the effect was remarkable. "We are now going back to the living room, and you are going to apologize to your mother," I told her.
"Yes, Roland! Whatever you say, Roland," she responded hurriedly. She sniffled. "Ow! I'll never sit again!"
She rose to her feet, hopping from foot to foot in the familiar dance as she tried in vain to rub the sting from her blistered backside. As always, it was an amusing sight. Eventually, she calmed down, and she headed for her wardrobe.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to put on a skirt."
"You can do that after we've talked with your mother."
She glanced down at the skin-tight jeans that were still around her knees, then looked at me with pleading eyes. "Roland, PLEASE don't make me wear those. You have no idea how much jeans hurt when I've been spanked."
"Don't worry, your jeans will stay where they are. As will your panties."
Violet turned pale. "A-are you asking me to go out there… like this?" she whimpered.
"That's right." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," she sighed, recognizing defeat. "No, I'll do as you say."
I smiled; Violet was always compliant when she had a bright red bottom.
She shuffled out to the living room with her trousers and panties around her knees, and I followed three steps behind. With a tear-stained face, she apologized profusely to Sylvia for her behaviour and promised to be a better daughter.
"That's very nice to hear, Violet," Sylvia said with a smile. "I expect you know what will happen if you break that promise?"
Violet glanced towards me and grimaced.
"That's right," Sylvia said, confirming her worst fears. "Roland will be back to give you another good spanking."
Violet hugged her mother, and was allowed to shuffle back to her bedroom for a little nap – lying on her stomach, of course. Being spanked always took a lot out of her.
Once I was sure that Violet was asleep and that her bedroom door was closed, I returned to Sylvia. "Thank you so much," she gushed. "You certainly know how to make a naughty girl behave! Good job."
"Thank you, but my job's not done," I told her. She looked confused, and I continued. "Do you think you've done a good job raising your daughter? Controlling her misbehaviour?"
"I've done the best I can," she said sourly.
"Have you? You need to do better – for yourself, and for her. You need to make her respect you." I folded my arms in front of my chest. "For failing to control your brat, you are getting a spanking as well."
"What?" She stared at me. "That's unfair!" However, she must have recognized the look on my face, for she immediately capitulated. "I mean, yes, sir. As you say, sir." She glanced down the hall towards Violet's bedroom. "Um. Sir? Do you mean… here and now?"
"No. Violet doesn't need to overhear this – that certainly won't help her respect you. You're coming home with me now. Violet can have some time alone, and you can have a good paddling over my lap, followed by half an hour with your blistered bottom on display and your nose in the corner."
She sighed as she rose. "Yes, sir. I'm coming."
“Violet never cleans up after herself!” she sighed. “And when I talk to her about it, she sasses me! Heaven save me from rude, lazy teenagers…”
“Violet’s no longer a teenager,” I pointed out. Violet had been a classmate of mine, and we were the same age.
“Well, she acts like one!” Sylvia snapped, grumbling into her cup of tea.
“Don’t snap at me,” I said calmly, but there was a certain tone in my voice that Sylvia knew quite well by now. She immediately apologized, as she had no desire to look at the carpet while being paddled over my knee, or study the wallpaper while being placed in the corner afterwards – or, at least, she didn’t’ want it right now.
“Violet has never behaved as well as she did when she dated you. You were a good influence on her – probably due to all those spankings you gave her.” She shook her head. “I wish you two were still dating.”
“If we were, you wouldn’t have asked me to spank you,” I pointed out. She’d told me herself that asking her daughter’s boyfriend for bare-bottomed punishments would be crossing a line – while asking her daughter's ex was perfectly fine.
She shrugged. “Well, then I wish you could come over and spank her anyway!” she declared. She stared into her cup for a few seconds, before giving me a thoughtful look.
I raised an eyebrow when I realized what she meant. “Violet’s no longer my girlfriend, so I don’t think it’s my place to discipline her anymore.”
“But it’s still mine. As long as Violet lives under my roof, I have the right to punish her – maybe even the DUTY to do it.” She grinned. “Nothing says I can’t outsource the job.”
The suggestion seemed odd at first, but when I thought about it, I could see her logic. She could certainly punish the misbehaving daughter who was still living with her, and there was nothing wrong with me helping out a woman in need. Besides, seeing Violet’s face when she was told that she would have to go over her ex-boyfriend’s lap for a good, hard spanking would probably be quite enjoyable – almost as much fun as seeing her squeal and beg as I reddened her bottom.
"I'll think about it," I said.
As I had expected, Violet took the news quite poorly. "Absolutely not," she shouted, blushing crimson from anger and embarrassment. "Being spanked by Roland? I would rather die!"
"Would you rather move out?" her mother said. Sylvia was sitting on the sofa and watching us. "Because either you do as Roland tells you, or you find somewhere else to live."
Violet turned her best puppy-dog eyes on her mother, but fortunately, Sylvia remained firm. Eventually, Violet gave up and glared at me. "This was YOUR idea, wasn't it? It's just like you to think of something like this! You're pure evil, you know that?"
"It was your mother who suggested it, actually," I said truthfully. "She persuaded me that it was a good idea."
Displaying the maturity I had come to expect of her, Violet stomped her foot and pouted. "You can't do this!"
"Your mother has explained the terms," I responded calmly. "You can either go over my knee for a good, hard spanking, or start packing."
Violet scowled at me, then at her mother, then back at me. I could tell that there was an angry retort on her lips, but surprisingly, she managed to hold it back. Finally, she sighed, trudging towards her bedroom with a defeated air.
I frowned. Had she chosen to move out after all? Was she about to begin packing all of her belongings? Not the outcome I'd hoped for – though Sylvia might be equally happy about having her house to herself.
Violet stopped, looking over her shoulder at me. "Are you coming? If this HAS to happen, I'd like to get it over with as soon as possible."
I glanced over at Sylvia, who gave me a triumphant grin. I then followed Violet to her bedroom. The room looked much as I remembered it, only far messier – Sylvia wasn't wrong when she said that I'd been a good influence on her daughter.
I sat down on Violet's bed, and she grumbled as she bent over my lap without being asked – she knew the position well by this point. "It's bad enough being spanked by you again, but my mother knowing about it? Not only that, condoning it? SUGGESTING it? Kill me, please." Her jean-clad backside shivered, waiting for my descending hand.
"Get up," I told her. She gave me a confused look as she rose, possibly wondering whether I'd changed my mind. I hadn't. "Violet, have I ever let you keep your jeans on when you deserve a spanking?"
She blushed. "Roland, we're not dating anymore. Do you really want to take my trousers down? That's embarrassing! You CAN'T be thinking of smacking my bottom when I'm only wearing panties!"
"You're right," I told her. "I'm not planning to spank you over your panties."
Her eyes widened, and she glared at me. "Absolutely not! I'm NOT taking my clothes off in front of you! You've lost those privileges!"
I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Would you like to move out, then?"
For almost a minute, she glared at me, probably hoping to break my resolve. Eventually, she must have realized that it was futile, for she sighed and began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. "I'm too old to be spanked," she whined as she pulled her trousers down, revealing a dark thong.
"You weren't too old a few months ago," I commented.
She pouted. "Actually, I was. You just ignored that fact and spanked me anyway, you absolute brute."
She placed herself back over my lap, assuming the familiar position. I placed my fingers in the waistband of her thong, and she buried her face in her hands as I whisked it down to bare her bottom. I watched the goosebumps form as I gently rubbed her well-rounded cheeks; Violet had always had a beautiful backside. "Are you ready for your spanking?" I asked sternly.
"Just get this over with," she sighed, and I could practically hear her roll her eyes. I frowned; Violet had always had a bit of an attitude. Well, I knew from experience that her attitude would change fairly soon. I raised my hand and started to spank her.
Violet hissed in pain and wriggled as my palm came crashing down on her sensitive seat. Instead of giving her a slow warm-up, which I sometimes did, I spanked hard and fast; she'd asked me to get it over with, and I intended to give her what she asked for. Violet was far too whiny to ever attempt to take her spankings bravely, so soon, she was squirming around over my lap, yelping as my hand struck her quivering cheeks.
"Oh! Not so hard, Roland! Not so hard," she pleaded, reaching her hand back to protect her bottom. I quickly grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly against the small of her back.
"Keep your hand away," I scolded as I continued to spank her soundly. "You deserve every smack you're going to get."
My hand moved from side to side, and from top to bottom; I intended to paint every inch of her backside bright red. She would be one sorry young lady before I was done.
Like I said, Violet was never stoic, so it did not take long for the tears to begin to fall. Shortly afterwards, she was sobbing over my knee, squirming and pleading for me to stop. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however. I knew from experience that if I stopped now, she would have learned nothing, so I continued her punishment.
She yelped and squealed, bucked and bounced, howling as my firm palm came crashing down on her squirming seat. I knew that this spanking would have a dramatic effect on her behaviour – at least in the short term. Sylvia would see a clear change in her daughter.
Violet's bottom was bright red and hot to the touch when I finally stopped. "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" I asked sternly.
"Yes! Please, Roland, I'll be good! Please don't spank me anymore. I'll do whatever you want!" she pleaded through her tears.
"Good to hear," I responded. "Are you going to clean up after yourself? Treat your mother with more respect? And start to help around the house?"
"Yes! I promise!"
"Good," I said, rubbing her bottom gently to take some of the sting away. "Let's go back to the living room, so you can apologize to your mother."
"Hmph", she grumbled, pouting.
"I beg your pardon?" I frowned. "Would you care to repeat that?"
"I'm not apologizing to that woman," she muttered.
For a brief second, I was speechless. She was still giving me attitude?
I think she could see out of the corner of her eye that I reached for the hairbrush on her nightstand, and she must have realized what I intended to do with it, because her tune changed immediately. "I'm sorry! I'll apologize! I didn't mean it! I wasn't – OW!"
She howled as the back of the brush crashed down on her burning bottom. It was only a small plastic hairbrush, but it was more effective than my hand. She kicked her legs and screeched like a banshee. I only gave her two dozen strokes, but the effect was remarkable. "We are now going back to the living room, and you are going to apologize to your mother," I told her.
"Yes, Roland! Whatever you say, Roland," she responded hurriedly. She sniffled. "Ow! I'll never sit again!"
She rose to her feet, hopping from foot to foot in the familiar dance as she tried in vain to rub the sting from her blistered backside. As always, it was an amusing sight. Eventually, she calmed down, and she headed for her wardrobe.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to put on a skirt."
"You can do that after we've talked with your mother."
She glanced down at the skin-tight jeans that were still around her knees, then looked at me with pleading eyes. "Roland, PLEASE don't make me wear those. You have no idea how much jeans hurt when I've been spanked."
"Don't worry, your jeans will stay where they are. As will your panties."
Violet turned pale. "A-are you asking me to go out there… like this?" she whimpered.
"That's right." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," she sighed, recognizing defeat. "No, I'll do as you say."
I smiled; Violet was always compliant when she had a bright red bottom.
She shuffled out to the living room with her trousers and panties around her knees, and I followed three steps behind. With a tear-stained face, she apologized profusely to Sylvia for her behaviour and promised to be a better daughter.
"That's very nice to hear, Violet," Sylvia said with a smile. "I expect you know what will happen if you break that promise?"
Violet glanced towards me and grimaced.
"That's right," Sylvia said, confirming her worst fears. "Roland will be back to give you another good spanking."
Violet hugged her mother, and was allowed to shuffle back to her bedroom for a little nap – lying on her stomach, of course. Being spanked always took a lot out of her.
Once I was sure that Violet was asleep and that her bedroom door was closed, I returned to Sylvia. "Thank you so much," she gushed. "You certainly know how to make a naughty girl behave! Good job."
"Thank you, but my job's not done," I told her. She looked confused, and I continued. "Do you think you've done a good job raising your daughter? Controlling her misbehaviour?"
"I've done the best I can," she said sourly.
"Have you? You need to do better – for yourself, and for her. You need to make her respect you." I folded my arms in front of my chest. "For failing to control your brat, you are getting a spanking as well."
"What?" She stared at me. "That's unfair!" However, she must have recognized the look on my face, for she immediately capitulated. "I mean, yes, sir. As you say, sir." She glanced down the hall towards Violet's bedroom. "Um. Sir? Do you mean… here and now?"
"No. Violet doesn't need to overhear this – that certainly won't help her respect you. You're coming home with me now. Violet can have some time alone, and you can have a good paddling over my lap, followed by half an hour with your blistered bottom on display and your nose in the corner."
She sighed as she rose. "Yes, sir. I'm coming."
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