Yes

I shrugged, the building warmth between my legs not going unnoticed by me. But it wasn't out of lust that I decided to give in to her request. I was more curious as to where this rabbit hole led. She was my daughter and I knew how creative and curious she was, but I had no clue as to her sexual proclivities, and as I sat there in that brief moment of consideration, all my mind could think of was what she had planned. It was endlessly obvious to anyone in that room from the way she gripped at the hem on a skirt she didn't wear and the mischievous facade of innocence she tried to play off that a spanking was just the beginning. I reminded myself that starting down this road could lead to some unintended consequences, but once the mine cart started rolling, getting it to stop would be nigh impossible as the brakes were all shot.

I was wearing a cream sweater as it was getting into fall - and it was the most comfortable wool sweater I have ever worn - and a white, pleated, knee-length skirt. I was wearing a simple white bra and panties underneath, nothing fancy as it was just the two of us and I didn't feel the need to wear anything fancy for my daughter. I usually did wear shoes out, but at home, I was barefooted, as well. "Sure. Why not," I agreed with the aforementioned shrug.

She was shocked that I agreed, as was evident by her mouth dropping open, eyes going wide and her just freezing in place for a moment. This gave me a moment to finally bookmark my place in my book and put it down. It was as I stood to my feet and straightened out my skirt that she finally shook herself out of her dumbfoundedness. "How do you want me?"

It took a moment for her to regain something resembling composure and she straightened herself out on the couch and patted her lap. "Over my knees, please."

Without another word, I walked around to the opposite side I was originally sitting so that she would be able to use her preferred hand and I bent obediently over my daughter's knees. Ah. This is where being an Edian becomes a little complicated. With a human, one could simply flip up a skirt and get to spanking, but because of our tails and how our clothes have to work around that, doing so isn't so simple. And different clothes worked differently. I had skirts that had a snap for the part above the tail. I had a pair of jeans that used a zipper, but, fuck that. I didn't have the flexibility then to do that and it often got caught in my fur. Still, others had ties. The one I had on was a snap. Those were the easiest. There were slip-on skirts, but they were a bit of a pain to get on and, in a moment like this, equally a pain to flip up. A flipped skirt did not stay flipped with an Edian.

Nervously, Alison solved this problem by unsnapping the skirt and pulling it down my legs a little ways. There was a pause then as she considered asking a question, but instead, she simply hooked her thumbs in the legs of my panties and slid them down, as well. "Alright, Mom. I'm going to give you 50 spankings. I want you to count for me, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, my nether regions getting a little too hot for their own good at being ordered around like a naughty school girl by her teacher. It had been a while since I had been in that position and it did bring back memories. The first SMACK didn't even phase those memories, either. "One." I counted.

"Good girl," she cooed and proceeded.

As she spanked my ass to a good shade of red, I couldn't help but remember the last time I was bent over a knee getting spanked. It was my therapist, actually. I know, the taboo of getting spanked by someone who was supposed to be providing me with mental help. To be fair, she totally provided that and more. Although I suddenly recalled that session ended with me on my knees, snout buried between her legs licking her sweet little cunt. It took a bit more strength than I expected to not roll off to my knees after I said "Fifty." My weight shifted, but Alison kept me in place with a firm hand.