Grace & Favour3

Grace exploded and drew Candy towards her, staring her straight in the eye as she scolded. For a moment, I thought that would the end of it and the girl would be simply sent to bed. But without another word, Grace flipped her daughter across her knee Grabbing Candy around the waist, Grace gave her a soundly smacked bottom. It didn’t last very long but by about the third smack, Candy was crying bitterly. Once the punishment was over, Grace sent both girls to get ready for bed, Shawna following in short order as she didn’t dare to disobey. After the crying had receded upstairs, Grace came over and sat next to me – quite close – on the sofa. She apologized if she’d embarrassed me, but added that it was a sight I’d have to get used to. I’m sure Grace must have noticed my reaction because she then began to ask me about my own childhood, in particular the smackings I had received from my own mother until little more than around five years ago. She asked me about my spankings in great detail and I found myself blushingly mortified. I was relieved in all senses of the word when she finally went off.