Someone's at the door

Lauren couldn't believe she was getting a bare bottom spanking from her mom as a 20-year-old mature and independent woman. If it had been anyone else, she would have given them a piece of her mind -- like that one boyfriend that tried it once. But not her own mother. There was no arguing with Michelle. She had managed to reduce the sexy woman into a whimpering child in the span of a few hours. And Lauren could hardly imagine the day getting any worse. But then she heard it.

Ding-dong!

And her mother nonchalantly yelled, "Come in!"

What? Someone was at the front door. A stranger. And her mother had just invited them in while she was being spanked? With her shorts around her ankles? Lauren desperately tried to wiggle out of her mother's grasp, but it was futile. She had tried it already a number of times before. If anything, Michelle seemed to hold her even firmer now. All she accomplished was kicking her shorts off, making her already bad situation even worse.

"Hi, Michelle. I just brought back the..." came a masculine voice from behind Lauren. "Oh, is... is this a bad time?" he asked upon seeing what his neighbour was doing.

"No, Martin. Not at all." replied Michelle while her hand was still raining down spanks on a squealing Lauren's naked backside.

Martin? Lauren's eyes buldged out. Of all the people, why Martin? Why? He was the son of the family living across her mother's. The little brat whom Lauren often used to babysit in her teen, even despite only being a few years older herself. That hadn't stopped the nerd from hitting on her frequently, though. Or trying to sneak a peak up her skirt or down her blouse. Never having to see him again was one of the best things of moving out of her mother's. Yet now, there he was, looking at her getting a bare bottom spanking.

"This naughty girl just needed a little discipline." continued Michelle. "Don't you think so, Lauren?"

"Nagh..." moaned Lauren in defiance, still flailing in a vain attempt to escape her mother's grasp. Her pale backside outlining the red and sore areas her mother had targeted.

"Lauren?" asked Martin, shocked to learn who the red bottom belonged to. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined THE Lauren, his first crush, to have her hide tanned by her MILF of a mother. In front of him. Exactly like something out of a cheesy porn.

"Oh, yes. You might remember her. She used to babysit you when you were smaller." chuckled Michelle. "Turns out she was a baby herself, pretending to be an adult all along. Don't you agree?" and after one final spank, Michelle let go of Lauren.

Despite the shame she was feeling having her status reduced, Lauren couldn't prevent her next actions. With a whimper, her hands instinctively moved to sooth the pain in her tender behind, momentarily forgetting who was getting an eyeful of her bottomless front.

"Woah..." gasped Martin.

"Doesn't look so mature now, does she?" smiled Michelle, proud of her handywork.

Once Lauren had processed her actions, she immediately felt the effects of her exposure and the display she had put on in front of Martin. She hastily covered her auburn bush with both hands, her cheeks turning as bright red as her raw behind.

"Indeed, she doesn't." chuckled Martin, looking at the high and mighty Lauren with tears in her eyes trying to hide her kittie.

'Indeed'? The little... This was the first time Lauren had seen Martin for about two years, and while he might have changed a lot since then - becoming taller, leaner - she still only saw that obnoxious little brat she had grown to resent over the years.

"And look at you. You're filthy." shook her head Michelle disapprovingly.

"Because you asked me to pack my stuff out of the garage!" shot back Lauren angrily.

"Don't talk back to me, girl. You need a bath."

"But..." Lauren tried to object, but her mother grabbed her by the ear and was leading her to the bathroom downstairs. She wanted nothing of the sort, but knew better than to argue. At least she would be away from Martin. Until,

"MICHELLE!!!" came the loud bellow from the backyard where Michelle's new husband and his friends were drinking. "WE NEED MORE BEER!!!"

"Oh, darn it." gasped Michelle. "Come, I can bathe you outside." she said to Lauren nonchalantly before turning towards the sliding door leading to the backyard.

"What?! NOO!!" yelled Lauren, struggling to get free of her mother. "You can't drag me outside like this! Not with them!"

"MIIIICHEEEEEELLE!!!!!"

"IN A MINUTE, DARLING!" shouted Michelle angrily. Then she turned to Lauren. "Then whatever am I gonna do? I gotta go but I can't leave you little rascal here on your own. You're gonna get filth all over my carpets."

Martin had already thought the show over and was heading towards the front door when he heard Michelle's dilemma. "I... I could give you a hand. Maybe?"

"Oh, Martin. I can't ask this of you."

"It's... it's no bother. Really." pressed on Martin. "I get to look after my little cousins all the time they are with us."

"Hell no!" blurted out Lauren. "You can't leave Martin in charge of me!"

"I can't do this, I can't do that. Since when have you become the boss of me?"

"But... but he is younger than me!"

"BEEEEER!!!!"

"Either you do what Martin tells you to, or you're coming with me outside." said Michelle. her eyes flaring at her daughter's newfound insolence.

"Ugh, fine." sighed Lauren in defeat. "I'll stay with Martin..."

"It's settled then." said Michelle as she put Lauren'shand into Martin's. "Martin, you can find the bathroom just that way, second door on the left. Don't hesitate to call out for me if she gives you any trouble."

Lauren's eyes widened in shock. "But..."

"I don't want to hear another word from you, young lady!" interrupted her Michelle. "Do pray Martin tells me you did everything he asked of you. Or else..." and with that, Michelle left for the fridge to sate her guests' thirst for more beer.