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The Webster Way… A spanking tale born in the Covid Lockdown.
…Helena Webster came up with a plan that would take Henrietta, aged 43 over the matronly lap after many years, this time as a fund-raising perk for a Church cause close to the heart of the community. Let us call it the Webster Plan: if all worked out the coffers would fill, someone would give, another would receive, bottoms would bare and all would be well. The plan would be put to the ladies group to form at their next meeting a spanking booth. Nominations would come, a sum would be pledged, spanker and spankee would meet, and the rest you can guess: bottoms would bare and the fun would start.
Now Henrietta was a mistress of the art of Zoom, having organised the lockdown services, perfectly. A lady member suggested she should film the booth in action. Henrietta not being a member of the group was to be given special honour for the day, as it happened by Carol of the Choir, who had a secret agenda. Being of hyper-critical mind, and having a bit of a mischevious intefering side in her late middle age, owning herself a large behind, she longed to see Henrietta ‘bare and bend’, and show to all that deep cleft that Carol was sure she possessed. Now Helena was sharper than she looked and was one step ahead of Carol, anticipating that the ladies group rules might seem a bit much for the girl of Zoom. It had been many years since she took a trip over any broad lap and in case it transpired to happen, Helena thought an (un)dress rehearsal was fit. The night before the designated event, Henrietta went over to Helena for tea. Helena’s husband – good John – was on a Church course and they’d be alone for the business at hand. After supper had been cleared they sat in the kitchen and talked of the group.
Henrietta put on her business voice to disguise her shock: “Helena, let me get this right. The plan is to re-form the group where you ladies will try to recapture youth, recall past times, by spanking each other’s bare behinds?”
Helena smiled that smile of hers, famous among her friends, and said,” darling, what a bright girl you are, you’ve got it in one, or is it two?”
Henrietta looked startled, then she smiled herself, shifted on her chair at the thought of the ladies of the parish she knew, bares in the air receiving a benison palm. Then the shaft of understanding struck: “and you want me to record all this, the inaugural re-form meeting?”
Helena said “yes for what could be called Posterity!”. They both laughed and Helena had a glint in her eye as she gazed at the raven-haired beauty before her, about to be bitten, she was sure, by the bug of spank, if only she knew it. Henrietta for her part not insensitive to atmospherics said “now, there is a technical hitch. I am not a member of the group and far too young I’ll guess”. Helena did not look best-pleased at this remark and began to feel the itch to spank, which when it comes, does so with power and urgency upon her. She said haughtily, “We’re happy to expand the membership. As a matter of fact Laywoman Lawson is joining the band”.
Helena looked startled, then giggled. Laywoman Lawson, like her in young midage but large, a reader at Church. “I bet she’s got a big, broad bum if ever there was one” thinking of all the times Lawson had patronised her or humphed disapproval. How easy once started to get very personal when talking of bares and bottoms she thought, adding another “I’d like to see Lawson getting hers, the way she smirks when talking to me, the manner in which she lords it”.
Jenny said “darling we’ll find out tomorrow they’re all coming here to inaugurate the group with its rules. As the recorder of events the ladies will insist that you are given temporary membership, which means going bare and over a knee”. She paused for effect to let it sink in: “ The other thing is we’ll be raising some funds for the Church by way of a good old-fashioned spanking circle – both giver and receiver pays ”.
Henrietta, that most level of girls felt her head begin to thump. She also felt a strange tingle between her legs, something she’d not felt for ages past: “so Helena, matron of our parish, you are very naughty, reliving your youth and raising some cash by bare-spanking the bottoms of rivals and friends. If only the Vicar knew!
Helena looked coy: “darling I think the C of E was never quite the same these long years past since vicars stopped spanking their flocks. The numbers were full, the choir sang well when vicar set to on a Sunday afternoon”. Helena was back in her mind to those times, somehow the notes were clearer when beneath surplus white lay freshly-spanked bares of chaps and ladies, boys and girls.
Henrietta, becoming quite bold: “well Helena, it just maybe that I have inherited the spanking gene from my mama, who you know well. Perhaps the old saying is right after all – there is something in the family way”.
At this point Helena could feel the burn. It had been so long since she had been up close to Henrietta in a state of grace. If truth be told she was just itching to see that bottom bare and how it had grown since its owner was eighteen, and had last been seen when the families took holidays together – time how it had flown.
Henrietta for her part now guessed what was coming, took a deep breath and said: “Helena, do you want to rehearse?”
Helena’s eyes sparkled: “darling, you read my mind. My spanking hand is out of practice – have not used it for some time. As for you, darling daughter of my best friend, brusque of manner, if memory serves you have not as we say bared and bent for twenty-five years. It is about time! Before we begin, however, you’ll be pleased to learn as feminist and HR specialist, that standing – nay sitting – rules of our group that giver or spanker must sit on her own cheeks bare whilst receiver or spankee is over the knee. It is after all equality – a cause dear to us all!”
Henrietta, who did have a sense of fun and mischief, often buried beneath frowns of duty, suddenly wanted with all her heart to feel the benison of a spanking hand and what is more she’d see the glories of Helena’s matronly bare behind. It had been so long, since girlhood, shared bathrooms and happy days.
So Helena and Henrietta set to without further ado. The reveal of these two women’s broad acres bare was something special to behold. Helena was wearing house-cleaning trews and Henrietta some fashionable dungarees. The kitchen chair was placed in the middle. Helena and Henrietta both said ‘what fun’ and Henrietta added “talk of bonding – with a bare bum!”
Helena removed her house-work trousers, and then her well-cut panties from M&S. With an intake of breath Henrietta gazed on a sight unseen in quite a while: the matronly godmotherly behind, broad and majestic, round of cheek and deeply clefted. Helena did wriggle her prize possession coquettishly. Henrietta was guided by human instinct of thousands of years. She just couldn’t help it and reached over and stroked that proffered bare moon. Helena the matron of the PPC yelped with delight and at the touch of that cool hand.
Helena sat down on kitchen chair, nestled pink cheeks in nicely and said in her pretend strict voice: “right my girl, you know the drill, down they come, over you go, your’e in for that penny as well as the pound – time to bare and bend”.
Henrietta in turn wanted some control. This was her moment after all. Said in exasperated voice: “Helena, did you not learn a little patience with all that time spent over the knee?”. Helena looked stern and resolved to give Henrietta extra thwacks for that crack. The spanking dynamic had taken over: slights and thoughtless remarks would be cleansed by strokes to the bare. Henrietta said:” now its my turn. Helena, here I am”. Turning around, back to Helena of the PPC, sitting on chair, bare on wood, unbuttoning down came the dungarees top flap and in a jiffy with a swift pull of trouser she did reveal, and boy what a sight for matronly delight: a bottom bare and broad terrain of such depth and weight of cheek of size and cleft to match. Helena gave a squeal of joy, their girl of Parish Zoom had got herself a bottom bare of sizeable delight!!
So now in her half-tidy state, as they say in South Wales, Helena said “now my girl, over you go and being frank I’ll give you what is long overdue – a jolly good bare bottom spanking. Just those few times you’ve been out of line in meetings. Time to pay the piper for that sass”.
Henrietta placed herself over that knee, and emitted a deep contented sigh of relief. Helena herself allowed herself full measure of pleasure, touching and squeezing, preparing the ground. Henrietta was awash already with ecstatic delight, bare bottomed over Helena’s lap with said matron sitting on her own bare behind seemed like the place to be that night, whatever the past-present-future may be.
Helena let fly, the spanking hand too-long dormant now came back on song. Technique perfected known as ‘outside in/alternate cheeks’ then up and down and right to left, and right to left, then across – to leave no part unspanked of that broad, deep-cheeked terrain was her womanly prerogative aim.
Henrietta played her own part well at the touch of that hand: “Ow! Ah! Oh! Helena that hurts!”. She nearly added you sly old cow, but just in time refrained.
“’Tis meant to my dear”, Helena relied, “its part of the deal. A proper spanked bottom must radiate heat, must turn white to pink, and then on to red if that is the calling. Above all it must glow, as a Vicar I knew well used to say. It is after all the Webster Way!”.
Henrietta there and then resolved that the Webster way would be visited in kind and more upon the Helena Webster bare behind. In short order. That night! What was sauce for the spanking giving goose was sauce for the receiving spanking gander. Time to change places, and no mistake.
And with that, we’ll withdraw out of view, and leave them to it. Two women of spank, friends and near-neighbours, of Church and Parish, Helena and Henrietta in communion, one with the other.
KVW Yolandine