Tea with Mom

I got called over to have a cup of tea with my Mom the other day. I was a bit worried!

I recently got punished at my Mom and Dad's for talking politics at the dinner table. It was in front of my Mom, Dad, and older Sister. My husband sent me to stand in the corner right there in the dining room for the last part of main course, all through desert, and then stay there, in the darkened room, until we left to go home. Before we left I had to apologize to my Mom. David then strongly implied, in front of them all, that I would be getting a spanking back home, which I sure did get, across his knee and on my bare bum.

Of the people present, Sue knows exactly what I'm doing and why and thinks I'm crazy, but goes along with it. My Dad seems amused by it, and his only comment was that David should not "go too hard on me". Mom looked dubious throughout, I would say, but played along. After I apologized to her she quipped that she "liked the new Julie". It was all described in detail in Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner :-(

I had previously shared with them what I was doing, as recounted in Honesty is the Very Best Policy. At that time I had just signed a DD Contract and I, with David at my side, explained the general concept of the thing to Mom and Dad. Actually, that discussion followed a couple of weeks after a revelation from David (and I) that I had just been spanked for punishment, which they did not take too seriously, I would say.

What we explained was that I crave, from time to time, to not be so responsible for my behavior and to be treated like a child by the "adults" around me. It's psychological and fucked up, I know, but it's real. Mom and Dad were surprisingly accepting of what we told them. I was "in for" a spanking at the time of that discussion, and while we originally thought I would be taken upstairs for that by my husband, one thing led to another and it wound up being "on the spot", bare bum and everything, in front of Mom and Dad, who thought it was "cute" (it was a very mild spanking by my husband's standards).

I guess it went to a slightly different level with David, a bit angrily, sentencing me to corner time during dinner. It must have been weird for my Mom and Dad to see their grown-up daughter so publicly punished by her husband like that. David insisted my nose touch the corner (both walls), which if you've ever done corner time before, you know that it's for sure extra punishment and makes you mush your breasts against the wall and stick your butt out in a silly way and is just darned humiliating.

So a few days later Mom phoned up and suggested we have tea together, just the two of us. She didn't say what the topic of conversation would be, but I could sure guess!


I arrived at her place and we went to the sun-room off the kitchen for tea. Dad was nowhere to be seen. I guess he had been told to make himself scarce. After serving, and after a bit of smalltalk, Mom asked "so how is this spanking thing going?" I told Mom it was going good, that I felt good about it, that I liked it when David took charge of me.

"You spent a lot of your last visit standing in the corner. Is that what you really want?" she asked. There it was.

I told my Mom that I know it looks stupid, but that I had asked David to hold me accountable, and that I deliberately pushed some boundaries, and got what I had asked for.

"I like my grown-up Julie," said my Mom to me.

I told her that I like that too, most of the time. It's just that I've been really needing to be "taken care of" like that. That it made me feel good. Warm and loved.

My Mom asked if I thought my childhood, my emotional needs, and my sexuality all got tied up together somehow. Something like that I said, blushing a bit. Mom was making clear she knew my sexuality was involved in this as well, but what did I expect. Of course it is.

She then asked if I thought this was at all related to what happened to me...

I never told Mom the details of it, but she knows something bad of a forced sexual nature had happened to me just after I had moved out on my own. I did cry in her arms, but I did not want to speak of it, to anybody. She really pushed for me to see a counselor at the time, but I pushed back. Even angrily at times. I wanted to just move on.

I told her it probably was, and that this was actually a positive step. I told her how I was pretty messed up around dating until I had met David (she knew that much!), but that I had shared everything with him, and how supportive he had been and still is. I even confided in her, in strictest secrecy, that for a long time it was him getting all the spankings from me! That it was really empowering for me. And then somehow I just got less and less nervous and eventually wanted to explore David dominating me, and that I was delighted that I could do that now without any fear or anxiety at all, and just the opposite in fact, it felt good to be "taken charge of".

Well that gave Mom some pause. "Hmmmm," she said, trying to figure out if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Mom had come into the discussion open-minded and now rendered her judgment. "Well, if this is what you want, and you think it's healthy for you, then I suppose we can put up with it. Your father even seems to enjoy it."

"I know!" I said.

"I enjoy it too, a little bit," added Mom in a whispery voice. "It's very cute in a way. And sexy for you and David!"

Sexy? Mom!

I was so relieved, you can't believe it. I was worried I'd be called out for being a sick pervert or something, but Mom was amazing. I knew that. But... amazing!

Encouraged by Mom's words I blushed and asked, "is it ok if David, still, like, spanks me in front of you and Daddy when he thinks I need it?"

"Yes, if that's what you want," answered Mom with a little laugh.

I thought I'd push my luck, "can Daddy spank me?"

Mom looked thoughtful and said she'd have to think about that, but she said it with a little smile!!!

And then Mom scolded, "but tell David no more making you spend the entire visit with your nose in the corner. A little bit is fine, but not the whole time. We want a proper visit from you!"

"Yes Mom, I'll tell him," I said. Wow. Carte blanche to be stood in the corner for a "little bit of time" and get spanked. And implicitly spanked bare bum, like i had been the first time. This was going better than expected! I was dying to tell David.

And then Mom added what I figured she was going to say all along. "You know, you can still go and see a therapist about all of this, even now. It may be very good for you."

You know, maybe I should? I am a pretty messed up chick in many ways. But I'm worried they'd cure me and then where would we all be???? Remember the "joke" from the Woody Allen movie, Annie Hall?

 A guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs.

I thanked Mom for the suggestions and told her I'd think about it seriously. She raised her eyebrows at that because it was the first time I had not made light of it or been angry at her for suggesting it. I hope she thinks it's progress!


And so that was my visit. I came home and told David all about it and he was not surprised. He did admit that it opened up certain possibilities for the future for me...

I wonder what Mom's ruling is going to be about whether Daddy can spank me? Is she going to discuss it with him? What a terrible situation for Dad. Dad is rarely tongue-tied, but what's he supposed to say? "oh, well, ahem, well, you know, if it's for her own good, I maybe can, you know, bring myself, yes that's it, bring myself to, well you know, carry something out along those lines... if that's what you want, of course... and everything..." 😁😂