"Ok, babe, catch you soon. Yes, lovely evening. Now don't make a noise as you pull away. Mind you those old folks will be sound asleep. Ok, one last kiss. Schh... ok, that's it, I really have to go in"

Creeping in on tip-toe, she poured herself a drink and went into the lounge and sat down. Musing to herself, not much fun her Billy being locked up for 6 months for aggravated burglary. As a result, she'd had to move with their young son into her in-laws house. Could be worse although she felt her father-in-law was a bit of an old perv. Always trying to catch her in the bathroom but without success. Silly old fool wasn't quick enough she thought and laughed. Mind you, shelooked good for her age. Pretty face, blonde hair with red tints, a figure that most men would lust over. And tonight she'd worn her very feminine black and white polka dot off the shoulders dress and strappy sandals.

Well Carl had liked it. Couldn't keep his hands of her all night, she mused. And her thoughts drifted back to only half an hour ago. They'd been out for an expensive meal at an exclusive restaurant. As they walked out to the car, she'd hooked her arm through his and suggested they take "the scenic route" back. She told him she knew of a secluded spot where they might stop and see "what popped up". She giggled at the thought. And on the drive there she let her hand wander. My goodness, he couldn't wait to stop the car and "deal with the situation". She liked being in control and thoughts of how she felt when he kissed theback of her neck andmore, still sent shivers up and down her spine.

"When the cats away, the mice will play", she laughed at the thought.

She'd picked up a glamour mag and was leafing through it while taking a drink of her father-in-law's best Scotch. Suddenly, and without warning the lounge door opened and in he walked. He was in his old-fashioned thick striped pyjamas and string vest and peered at her through his thick National-Health glasses.

"And what time do you call this?" he enquired. "I don't know" came the bored and uninterested reply

It's not really important. And anyway, what's it got to do with you", she sneered.

"I thought I told you to be in by 11.30. It's 2.30 in the morning", came the reply

"Look stop giving me grief, I'm 28 years old. I don't have to answer to you or anybody else for that matter. You can't tell me what to do, when to come in. End of..". And she went back to glancing at the pages of the magazine.

"And look what you're wearing. Not very appropriate for a married woman is it".

She thought he was ogling her breasts which were jiggling under her dress. Well you couldn't wear a bra under that dress and the elasticated top was struggling to restrain them. So adjusting herself she continued, "It's nothing to do with you what I wear, so get off my case, ok"

"And you do nothing in the house, swan in and out when you like while we look after our grandson. Well it's going to stop"

"Oh really, and what are you going to do about it?" she laughed without looking up.

"And don't think I don't know what's been going on. I saw you getting out of that car with that man.

"You nosy bastard".. she replied

Getting annoyed with her "couldn't care less" attitude, he said "In fact both Billy's mum and I agree is that you're not too old for some discipline"

"What are you talking about? She said

"Well what you need is a good spanking", he replied. And he smirked at the thought. He'd longed to put his bratty daughter-in-law across his knee.

"Are you crazy, I'm far too old for that. I've had enough of this nonsense", she snapped and threw the magazine down and started for the door.

"No, it's been decided. Unless you want me to tell Billy"..., he continued.

"Oh God, please don't. He'll kill me. Oh no"

"Right come here". And he took her wrist and guided her towards the armchair.

"Hey, stop it, stop it at once", she protested, "What do you think you're doing?"

Ignoring her protests, he frog-marched her over to the arm chair.

"Let me go" she cried not believing how strong he was.

"You've had this coming a long time young lady. Coming into our house with your short skirts and provocative low tops showing us up in front of our neighbours. Well it's stopping right now"

"You can't... Oh"... The wind was knocked out of her as he sat down on the arm-chair and tumbled her face down over his lap. Such was her surprise that her legs came up and as she swayed over his lap, she couldn't push herself up.

Pushing her further forward with her long slim legs suspended in the air, he said, "This is long overdue my girl"

"Oh no, please don't. I'm too old for this. I've never been spanked in my life" , Sally cried.

Ignoring her protests, he raised his hand and brought it down smartly on her right cheek, then her left, and back again several times.

"Ouch, oh stop it now, that's enough. Let me go you bastard", as she struggled to free herself.

Spank, Spank, Spank.

"F?????g hell, stop it, you're f?????g hurting me. This has gone far enough now"

"What on earth is going on Sid. It's 2.30am. I could hear the ruccous from upstairs?", said Ethel who'd poked her head around the door. With her woollen dressing gown wrapped tightly around her, ankle length night-dress and curlers in her hair, she was the typical grandmother type.

"Well if you must know Ethel", he said turning to face his wife who'd just come in, "Young Sally here has only just come in, dressed like a trollop. And guess what?

"What's that Sid?", she lisped as she was minus her false teeth, no doubt in a glass next to her bed.

"She's only been out with another man tonight. Saw him drop her off. Goodness knows what they've been up to while our son Billy is locked up", Sid replied

"Well I'll give you three guesses dressed like that" came the voice from her stern mother-in-law.

"Look, while you old biddies are having a nice chat my f???g arse is killing me. You've had your fun you bloody pervert, now let me up" demanded Sally

"Are you going to let the child talk to you like that?", Ethel continued

"For goodness sake, I'm not a f???g child. I'm 28 years old and married to that no good son of yours", said Sally, getting angrier and angrier.

"What's that. We will not be spoken to like that in our own home. Sid, do it properly or you can sleep down- stairs", Ethel demanded.

"Yes dear" he replied. He didn't need any second bidding. While Ethel held her arms at the front, Sid reached down and slowly lifted the hem of her dress up. Pausing only for a moment to take in her long shapely legs encased in sheer tan stockings and lacy tops fastened to a black suspender belt. And the sexiest of red floral print French knickers. So sheer as to be pretty well transparent. And the most delectable of rear ends.

Suddenly Sally found her voice, "No, you mustn't, you can't do this"

Well she found out to her cost that he could. And for the next ten minutes she endured the worst and only spanking she'd ever had. Spank after spank landed on her backside. The saucy lace-fringed knickers barely providing any protection.

"Ow, please stop. No more. I won't do it again. I'll do whatever you say" , Sally cried

And then a brief respite. "Did you have it away with that man?, her father-in-law demanded

"No, oh I don't know"

"Liar, liar. You didn't mind HIM seeing your knickers did you?".

SPANK SPANK SPANK. "Ow, Ow, OW" she sobbed as he'd picked up her own hair-brush and slammed it into her throbbing cheeks. "Yes, Yes, Yes, we did I admit it."

Without further ado, he said, "Right, you won't be doing it again in a hurry". And with that he inserted his thumb and forefinger into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down revealing her magnificent but red throbbing arse. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

Used to getting her own way, here she was at 28 being treated like a naughty schoolgirl.

For the next 10 minutes she howled, cried, sobbed and writhed this way and that. As the wicked brush hit her all over her arse, tops and inside of her thighs. She kicked her legs up and down in frustration. Seemingly unaware that everything was on show. Her mascara was running down her face as she cried, "I'll be a good girl. I promise. I'll help in the house. I won't see any men. I promise."

At last it was over and as the snivelling Sally slowly lifted herself up, she started towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going, my girl", this time it was Ethel speaking, "You'll put yourself in the corner my girl"

"but...

"No but's. And hold your dress up", continued Ethel.

"Yes mum," Sally whispered as she realised that for the first time since she'd married Billy, she was addressing her mother-in-law correctly. And before she had a chance to pull her knickers up which by now were twisted around her ankles, she was advised to "leave them where they". So half-hopping she got to the corner and like anaughty girl pressed her nose against the wall.

"And you'll stay there until I say so. Is that clear?

"Yes, mum", came the snivelled reply.

After 20 minutes she said "Now you will telephone that man you saw. I don't care what the time is and tell him that you will not be seeing him again. Or anyone else. And if it happens again, you'll get the cane". Now make that call so I can hear you".

And when it was done, "Now get to bed andI don't want to hear another peep"