When a detention is not enough
By Kenny Walters
As Jane Belmore closed the front door, she immediately heard her mother call from the kitchen at the back of the house.
“Hello, darling. I’m in the kitchen. The kettle’s on.”
Jane hung her school blazer up on an empty hook in the hallway, smoothed out her blue and yellow gingham summer dress and went through to the kitchen.
“Yes please, mum,” Jane tried to sound normal, but even she could detect the nervous edge to her voice. She sat down on one of the four chairs around the polished pine kitchen table, choosing one against the wall so she could watch her mother making their tea.
“How was school today, darling?”
“Oh, you know. Not brilliant.”
“What’s happened?” Jane’s mother, Sheila, sounded displeased, as though she had a fair idea what was coming next. “Let me pour the tea and then you can tell me all about it.”
Jane, never the most talkative of girls, sat and watched while her mother finished making the tea and poured it into two matching cups, added milk, placed the cups onto matching saucers and carried them over to the kitchen table.
“Here we go, now tell me what’s been going on.”
“It’s nothing much, mum.”
“Then you’ll easily be able to tell me, won’t you?”
“Well, Miss Evans had some errand to run that meant we had to do private study in the library rather than have our usual History lesson. We were supposed to be supervised by a prefect, but one didn’t turn up, so people started chatting and that. Then a few people got up to speak to their friends. When Miss Evans returned unexpectedly, she found several of us out of their places. So, five of us are in detention on Thursday evening.”
“Jane! This is the fifth time you’ve been in detention this year.”
“I suppose I have been a bit unlucky, mum.”
“Not doing what your teachers tell you to do is hardly bad luck, young lady. You know what I said the last time you got a detention, don’t you?”
“Oh mum! I’m seventeen! I’m too old!”
“Your father and I will be the judge of that, Jane.”
“No buts, my girl. Drink your tea and then get yourself up to your room.”
Jane sighed irritably. She’d already emptied her teacup, and her mother was clearly not going to listen to anything she said. If she continued to argue, things could well get heated and she could find herself in even worse trouble. Another sigh gave her a few seconds more thinking time. No, there was nothing more to be said. Jane stood up, carried her empty teacup to the sink and left the kitchen.
Stomping up the stairs would at least let her mother know she wasn’t happy. Slamming the door of her bedroom shut, just not too loudly to anger her mother further, gave another signal of her displeasure.
Jane immediately kicked off her shiny black shoes and pushed them under her bed, as she always did when she got home. Her blue and yellow thin cotton dress buttoned down the front from neckline to waist, and she slowly and carefully undid the buttons, slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet-covered floor. Wearing just white knee-length socks, white bra and white knickers, she picked her dress up, flicked it a couple of times to remove any creases, and put it on a hanger in her wardrobe.
She sat on the edge of her bed, elbows on her thighs, hands cupping her chin, feeling distinctly hard done by. Not only did she have this one-hour detention to serve tomorrow after school, her mother was going to add a second punishment of her own. Life just wasn’t fair. Would she tell her friends about it? Her best friend, Sophie, would guess even if she didn’t tell her. Abigail would probably this very moment be going through something similar but worse; her parents kept a cane for situations like this.
Footsteps on the stairs. Mother is on her way!
Jane stood up and stood facing the wall next to the window. She could look down and see their neighbour’s garden from where she stood. Mrs Smith was in the garden doing a bit of weeding. Would she hear? Jane put her hands on her head just in time. Her mother opened the door.
“Good girl,” Mrs Belmore said as she saw Jane standing in the position that had been required since the age of eight.
“Mum, this is ridiculous!”
“Jane, it’s clear those detentions are having no effect at all on your behaviour. If they did, then you wouldn’t keep getting them.”
“They’re still horrible. You have to just sit there in silence. It’s so boring. Surely that’s enough punishment!”
“The object is to stop your constant misbehaviour, Jane. And detentions clearly aren’t working. It’s a pity the school doesn’t have the cane to turn to, but it doesn’t, so it’s up to me as your mother to do what the school apparently can’t.”
“Okay! I deserve to be punished. I accept that, but ground me. I’m simply too old to be spanked.”
“So, what are you saying? Would you prefer me to buy a cane to use?”
“No! Of course not.” Jane sighed loudly. “It’s just that a spanking is so humiliating. So is standing here in just my bra and pants with my hands on my head. And my arms are beginning to ache!”
“I know it’s not pleasant, but a seventeen-year-old misbehaving like a young child is simply not acceptable. Until you learn to act your age, I’m going to keep spanking as an option. For goodness sake, Jane, I’m not spanking you for getting one detention. It’s been five in a row!”
“Okay! I agree I should have behaved better. Mea culpa!”
Mrs Belmore moved closer to her daughter and stood right behind her.
“I’m sorry, darling, but I’m doing this for your own good.”
“I know you are! It’s just that being punished, especially like this, is hard to bear.”
Mrs Belmore gave her daughter a light pat on her right panty-clad buttock.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.”
As Jane lowered her arms and half-turned, Mrs Belmore brought a small chair Jane used when she was sitting at her dressing table out into the centre of the room. She sat down, and Jane immediately began lowering herself face-down over her mother’s lap.
“Please don’t take my knickers down, mum,” Jane pleaded as she wriggled about to get comfortable.
“Don’t be silly, darling. I’ve seen your bare bottom enough times.”
When Mrs Belmore started peeling Jane’s white panties down, the seventeen-year-old offered no resistance, and even raised one hip and then the other to expedite the laying bare of her backside.
“There! That didn’t hurt, did it?”
Jane humphed to indicate her continued annoyance, and then held steady.
The first slap struck Jane’s right buttock, and she grunted at the sting. Her mother quickly followed up with spanks to the left buttock and then a random flurry of spanks that stung and smarted across the whole of Jane’s pale backside.
“Ow! Steady on, mum!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, darling!”
The constant barrage of spanks continued unabated.
Jane started to writhe about on her mother’s lap, and found her left arm being twisted behind her back and held there.
“Was that really necessary, mother!”
“Just making sure you don’t avoid any of your spanking, darling.”
Mrs Belmore continued the rapid-fire hard slaps.
“I think you’re enjoying this!” Jane said amongst numerous moans and groans.
“Actually, my hand is beginning to hurt,” Her mother replied truthfully.
“Feel free to stop. Anytime!”
“Not quite yet,” Mrs Belmore looked down and observed Jane’s bottom was now quite red.
Despite the redness of Jane’s bottom and the aching in Mrs Belmore’s hand, the spanking continued as hard as ever and with the spanks landing in rapid time.
“What was that?” Jane’s mother stopped, just as she was about to land another spank.
“What was what?”
“I thought I heard something.” She looked at her watch. “It’s far too early to be your father.”
“I didn’t hear anything.” As soon as she said it, Jane realised she’d just condemned herself to another bout of hard spanks being applied to her bare bottom.
Her mother had by now decided on one last flurry of spanks and then she would let Jane up.
A minute later, Mrs Belmore gave Jane one last, rather gentle, slap on her bottom. “Okay, darling, spanking over. Five minutes back facing the wall and your punishment is over.”
“Do I really have to, mum?”
“I could spank you some more if you prefer, darling.”
“No thanks.” Jane climbed off her mother’s lap and went back to her spot to the side of the window. Hands on her head and facing the wall, she looked down at their back garden, while her mother put the small chair back and went and sat on the edge of Jane’s bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door. As Mrs Belmore looked up, and Jane half turned round, they realised the door was partly open. It opened further and Sophie, Jane’s best friend, stood in the doorway.
While Jane and her mother simply stared at the new arrival, both with stunned expressions on their faces, Sophie grinned sheepishly.
“No one answered when I rang the doorbell, yet I could hear you were in,” Sophie gushed. “So I went round the back where the door was unlocked.”
“Sorry, we were, er, busy,” Mrs Belmore explained.
“So I saw.” Sophie looked across the room at her friend and their eyes met.
Sophie continued grinning while Jane struggled to find something to say.
“I’ll leave you two girls to it,” Sheila Belmore said as she got up from the bed. “I’ll make some coffee, when you’re ready.”
When her mother left the room, Jane let her arms swing down and she turned to face her best friend.
“You might have made your presence known!”
“And miss all the fun? I don’t think so.”
“Bitch!” Jane started rubbing her sore backside through the seat of her white cotton knickers.
Sophie giggled and sat down on the bed. “Come on, let’s have a look.”
“Look at what?”
“Your smacked bum, of course!”
With a deep sigh, Jane turned her back and lowered her knickers. She soon felt Sophie touching her bottom.
“Steady on, Sophie! It’s all a bit tender.”
“No wonder with the spanking you just received. Your bum’s very red, you know.”
“You’ve changed out of your uniform, so you must have been home yourself,” Jane said. “What did your mum say when you told her about your being in detention with the rest of us?”
“Oh, she was fine with it.”
“Really? Not even grounded?”
“Durr!” Sophie stood and pirouetted round in her jeans and white T-shirt to emphasise her presence, which wouldn’t have been allowed if she had been grounded.
“No punishment at all?”
“No, my mum says the detention we’re serving is sufficient punishment.”
“Really? Your mum? That’s unbelievable.”
“Not really. She accepts I’m a young adult now. Too old for spanking, unlike you!”
“Brat!” Jane aimed a slap at Sophie’s jean-clad bottom, which her friend managed to nearly avoid by twisting out of the way.
“Come on, get dressed. I need that coffee.”
Jane rummaged around in her chest of drawers and extracted a short red pleated skirt and a white T-shirt. She quickly put them on and stuffed her feet in a pair of white sneakers.
“After you, brat!” Jane managed a much better aimed slap across her friend’s bottom.
They scampered down the stairs and found Jane’s mum sitting on a sofa in the front lounge with three empty mugs and a large full cafetiere, a sugar bowl and a jug of cream on a small low table. She started pouring out the coffee as the two girls arrived and sat together on a second sofa opposite Jane’s mum.
“Thanks, Mrs Belmore.”
As the three sipped the hot coffee, an uneasy silence prevailed.
“Nice coffee, Mrs Belmore,” Sophie grinned.
“Thank you, Sophie,” Sheila Belmore replied courteously, not at all sure what her daughter’s friend was smiling about.
“Nice comfortable sofa too, Mrs Belmore.” Sophie’s smile broadened. She looked sideways at Jane.
“What?” Jane also didn’t comprehend her friend’s mirth.
“Nothing,” Sophie responded, and then took another sip of coffee. “It’s just nice you have something comfortable to sit on. That’s all.” She couldn’t stop herself from bursting into laughter.
“Not funny!” Jane frowned angrily.
© Kenny Walters 2021