Return to Teen Years (for DMG)

[Terra]

Sera currently held a girl just under 30 over her knee. The young lady’s skirt and panties were down to her ankles and her bare bottom a nice even red. The woman held a wooden spoon in her hand that deftly cracked against the sore cheeks, leaving no part of her bottom unspanked. “While you’re under my roof, you will be treated as my daughter. That means, any backtalk or disrespect and you’ll be taken right over my knee. And besides earning spankings for misbehavior, I will also spank you in the morning and at bedtime. Am I understood, missy?” She asked as the sounds of the spoon smacking her butt punctuated her words. Sera had been at this for several minutes, really showing the younger lady she meant business.

The one being spanked recently called Sera for help after falling for a scam that ruined her financially. So Sera allowed her to stay with her and her 11yo son for as long as necessary with the caveat that Sera acts as her mother. And Sera was not above a hard spanking to teach a lesson, as her son also knew as well. And the perks of the town she lived in was public spankings was the norm. So, best behavior was a very good idea.

The last few months have been hell for 28-year-old Hinata. Hinata, who had once been a straight A student with a whole portfolio of recommendations from her teachers and bosses, had seen an unlucky streak. Her engagement with her longtime boyfriend had been broken up when she found out that he was cheating on her. Then Hinata’s work was laying people off, and she was one of the poor unlucky souls that lost her job. To top it all off, Hinata had been approached when she was desperate and really needing money; it had taken only a few honey coated words for her to be swallowed whole by a pyramid scheme. She was left with a great amount of debt, an empty bank account, and nowhere to go.

So naturally Hinata started going through her contacts, trying to find friends current and old that would be able to help her. Fortunately, life didn’t only want to beat her up, and one of them responded quickly. That person was Vera, who Hinata had met in college.

...which led to the unbelievable situation Hinata was now in. Never did Hinata imagine that her friend Vera would immediately pull her over her lap on the very first night and tear into her behind with a wooden spoon.

Hinata was splayed across Vera’s lap, her bright red bottom staring at the ceiling. Her face was covered in tears, her low pain tolerance having long forced her dignity and pride out the door. She squealed with each strike to her buttocks, kicking her legs. “I-I understand. I’ll follow your rules—ah!” Her eyes widened at the last part. She was going to be spanked twice per day regardless of if she followed the rules?!

“Aaah! Isn’t that last bit—owww—a bit much?!” Hinata said, fear coloring her voice. Despite being 28-years-old, Hinata’s baby face and build had her constantly confused for a teenager. She was the type who constantly had to pull out her ID to be allowed into a bar or buy medicine or alcohol. If a stranger saw Hinata and Vera together, despite their different hair colors and features, it wouldn’t be surprising if they assumed Hinata was either her daughter or a charge of hers.

[Terra]

“You’re living here for free, so I’m going to make sure you remember your place. And you better start addressing me properly, or we’ll be here for quite a while.” Sera said as the spoon started to focus on her sit-spots. Even though the spanking had been going on for a few minutes, Sera showed no signs of needing to slow down, despite the uniform redness on Hinata’s backside. “As long as you’re here, you are my daughter, understood?” She asked, planting a hard trio of smacks to Hinata’s thighs.

R-remember her place?!

Hinata shuddered.

Sera was so much stricter than she had imagined, both her words (and smacks, Hinata internally added, yelping from another well-placed sharp smack from the spoon) were so harsh. When Sera had said ‘treat her like a daughter’, Hinata had interpreted that as following her rules while under her house. Hinata hadn’t realized it involved discipline—an excessive amount at that. Maybe she should ask one of her other friends for a place to stay. Her pride as a grown woman couldn’t take this treatment for very long.

“Owwie!” Hinata was drawn from her contemplation and back to reality. Tears dripped down her chin, she cranked her neck and reached back to protect her bottom. “O-okay! Yes, ma’am! I’ll listen, I promise! But please no more, my butt can’t take it,” she said, desperately pushing her agreement forward and begging for the spanking to end. If disobeying her friend met punishments like these, she would never even roll her eyes at Sera. She could guarantee that!

[Terra]

“Close enough.” Sera said, pausing the spanking to rub Hinata’s back for a brief moment and setting the spoon aside. After a moment of rubbing, she pinned Hinata’s hand to her back and began smacking her sore cheeks with her palm. “However, you do NOT reach back to block during a spanking. That will usually earn you extra, but I’ll overlook it this once since you likely haven’t been punished like this before.” She lightly scolded with the few firm smacks. After pausing to rub her bottom for a moment, she pulled Hinata up into a warm hug.

When the spanking stopped and Sera rubbed her back, Hinata’s shoulders drooped in relief. Finally! It was over…

“Eh…” Hinata’s breath caught when her hand was pinned to her back and several more smacks ruthlessly tore into her bottom. Hinata thought it was over, but it didn’t seem to be. Then Sera shared one of the rules during a punishment, which wasn’t to block her bottom. Hinata furiously nodded her head. “Y-yes ma’am. I promise I won’t. Please let it be over.”

Hinata was incredibly relieved when the spanking did end. There was a long, soothing moment with her bottom being rubbed. The stinging in it was crazy, and Hinata couldn’t fathom that her bottom would be in this state every morning and night.

Pulled into a hug, Hinata sniffled and wiped at her face with her hands. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and indignation. “We-We’re still friends, right?” Hinata asked, feeling very insecure about their relationship after the scolding and spanking. She wanted comfort and reassurance that the two remained friends.

[Terra]

Sera hugged Hinata close, rubbing her bottom with her free hand as she hugged her. At the question, she nodded her head a bit. “Outside of the arrangement of you being my daughter, yes, we’re still friends.” She said as she held the crying younger woman.

Hinata was reassured by Sera’s response. She would have been saddened if their friendship was lost over this. As it was, Hinata already felt the gap of power between her and Sera. Whereas as friends they were equals, Hinata’s bottom made her very conscious of Sera’s newfound authority over her. She also could never look at a wooden spoon the same way again. Once an innocent cooking utensil had turned into a vicious looking threat.

After some long quiet moments of comfort, Hinata separated and stood up. She pulled her skirt and undies up, hissing as the fabric rubbed against her rear end. “Y-you have a really strong arm, Sera. Do you lift weights?” she joked, blinking back tears that threatened to make her start crying again. “I think I’m going to hop in the bath.”

[Terra]

Sera helped her to her feet and nodded. “You do that. I have to wait for my son to return.” She said, giving her red butt a light smack to get her moving. As she got up herself, she took the wooden spoon and put it in the sink for washing later.

"Alright. Eep!" Hinata released a pain yelp when Sera slapped her bottom once more, giving her a parting shot. With a tear-ridden face and a sore bottom that rubbing was not helping, Hinata retreated upstairs. She started running the bath, putting a change of clothes on the bathroom counter. Hinata shed her clothes from the day and climbed into the bath, cringing when her bottom met the water. But soon the water turned from a source of pain to a source of relief.

Moments later, Sera's son returned from his trip to the grocery store. His mom had asked him to buy some things so he had gone out. "Mom, I'm home," he said, taking his shoes off at the door.