Man of the House

I had dressed that morning in a very sexy school girl outfit complete with a short white shirt that showed off my impressively still athletic stomach, even at 43 years old, and a skirt that I actually hoped Lynn didn't catch me in because if I caught her or even one of her friends in something that short, I'd have yelled at them and told them to put actual clothes on. Lynn usually slept late on days off, having stayed up partying or playing one of her racing games until late at night.

The plan was to make get breakfast ready for the both of us and head out to a special hotel before she could see me. However, I was very much in heat, something I was extremely aware of as I washed the pan I had cooked the bacon in. I was also aware of my daughter's shower running and then her footsteps coming up the hall as I tidied up and I was about to head for the door, purse in hand when she saw me.

"Mom? Where are you going?" she asked dressed in a black shirt and pink flannel pajama bottoms which always seemed out of place on her, but she loved them.

"Oh. I was just gonna to that one Heat Hotel," I tried.

"What? In that? The fuck you are," she spat and, before I could react, she had emptied the distance between us and took me by the arm before plopping on the couch and pulling me over her knee. "And no fucking panties? Mom! Seriously?" I hadn't been spanked in about 19 years, but, Evelynna reminded me what it felt like in spades.

"Hey! OW! Evelynna! Stop. I'm your mother!" I protested.

"No. You're in heat and dressed like a little slut. And since Mom is gone, that means you must be my little slut," she said matter-of-factly, pausing my punishment briefly.

I counted a good 50 spankings before she stopped, my ass a nice shade of red. "Now, you're dressed like a little slutty school girl, let's see what you'll do for a good grade," she suggested as she guided me to my knees in front of her and she pulled her pants down to reveal her rock hard 8" cock. "Suck it, slut!" she commanded.