Beyond just a funny idea, it had long turned into a non-negotiable necessity in Maddy’s head. Subjecting the mother to a punishment that is. Old fashioned or not, spanking usually tended to be a reliable method to teach people things. And unlike what those people sometimes thought, it didn't necessarily have an age limit of sorts. Regardless of her age, Ashley had a tush. And it could be whacked like anyone else’s, as she would soon find out.
Since she didn't think of this as an event awfully absurd, it didn't surprise Maddy to see the lady of the house heading to her to presumably comply with her suggestion. “I do believe it's for the best, Ms,” she nodded, her determined glances on the woman. Her eyes moved with her, going up as Ashley got closer, and then down as she lowered herself. Over her knees of all places.
“There. Let me help a little.” To aid her, she pushed, pulled, and adjusted her boss’ body over her lap. Well dear Ashley was her boss still. This just didn't happen to be a position that would allow her to be bossy. She kept one arm across the woman's waist, to ensure that her bottom stayed in the ideal spot for the task at hand.
“Don't worry.” She pulled on the woman's skirt, neatly stretching the fabric out and keeping things well concealed. “I won't include this in my resume.” She laid her free hand over the left bum cheek. A “not bad,” came from the sitter, followed by a couple of pats on the bottom.
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