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Cindy & Raj: She Takes His Hand

Cindy and her fiancé, Raj, were standing in the small barn on her parent's property about a mile into the countryside from city's farthest suburbs. They had just finished supper and the last of the twilight streamed into the shadowy space at a low angle. This was not a working farm, but there were horses, a stable, and miles of bridal trails. The barn was used to store hay and other food for the horses.

She had been showing him around the property, accompanied only by MouseSlayer the Sixth and PoPo the Seventh, the latest in a long line of barn cats that had been earning their keep on the property since before Cindy was born. Raj thought this dark cool barn was the right place to stop and confront her about some things.

"Cindy," he said, "the property is great. I can see why you have so many fond memories of growing up here. And your father is great, too. Very impressive. Your mother is ... well, not so much."

"Oh, Raj," Cindy soothed, "I'm so sorry for the way Mother has behaved. Her bigotry is unforgivable. I told her months ago that you were from India, but somehow actually seeing us together was a shock to her. She comes from a time and place where it was simply unheard of for a white woman to marry a non-white."

Raj and Cindy had arrived here yesterday after a two day drive from the university where she was a twenty-one year old senior and he was a twenty-seven year old junior professor of engineering. They planned to marry right after her graduation two months hence.

It had been nearly love at first sight for both of them barely six months earlier when Cindy was a volunteer hostess at a welcoming party for new faculty. Within minutes of meeting each other, Raj was ignoring the other new faculty and Cindy was ignoring her hostess duties. They sat on the railing of a balcony at the university president's house and talked till the president's maid, up early to clean up the party debris, found them and told them that the party had ended hours before. Two months later they were engaged.

Cindy was a willowy blond, a smidgen taller and a bit thinner than the average woman, but still pretty curvy. Her hair was a very pale blond, thin, and hung straight to her mid-back. After years of perms and crimps, she had given up trying to put any kind of wave in it.

She was a creature of moods, Raj had discovered. Most of the time she was an intelligent, mature young woman who got excellent grades and could discuss the troubling events in India with him with unexpected insight. But there were times when she became willful and self-indulgent to the point of childishness.

Naked, her skin was so white that under soft lighting the outline of her body actually seemed to get fuzzy as if her skin were made of felt or suede.

Her breasts were soft, as well, very pale, and they seemed somehow lighter and less solid than the breasts of other women Raj had known. That lightness caused them to jiggle more, too. Even relatively slight movements when she wasn't wearing a bra would reverberate visibly through her breasts. And during sex, they would quiver and quake, mesmerizing Raj and the few past boyfriends lucky enough to have witnessed those shaking hills.

She did not often go braless, but when she did those jiggles never failed to get attention. Many times during her years in college a drunken, or just boorish, male was moved to exclaim out loud to her his appreciation for her mammary equipment. She had assumed that all women got that treatment until Raj explained to her that she had a well above normal jiggle quotient.

Raj was black haired with lightly brown skin. He did not work out regularly, but he didn't really need to either. He was naturally well proportioned and strong. The sight of him naked, especially in silhouette, always made Cindy smile. It wasn't just the shape of his muscles and certainly not the exposed skin. It was his solidity, his lack of jiggle, that turned her on.

When they made love his hands were gentle but his arms legs, butt, and trunk were all hard and uncompromising. When he held her, she had a sense of being trapped by a strength she could not overcome. And when their bodies came together it was always hers that gave way. Her breasts flattened under his chest, her bottom mashed on his pelvis when she rode him on top, and her thighs conformed to the shape of his when they tangled and squeezed each other's legs.

"I think it's more than just shock," Raj replied to her explanation of her mother, as he stood holding MouseSlayer, scratching him under his chin. It was human-to-cat male bonding.

"Your mother's reference to South Asians as 'you little brown people' and her remark that our food smells bad," he continued, "reveals a deep failure to make any attempt at all to understand foreign cultures. She reacts impulsively, negatively, and irrationally to anything that's different from what she is used to. You and I need to talk about this before we marry. But it's actually your behavior that concerns me at the moment."

Cindy had rarely heard him speak in such a sharp tone and never to her. Although he had moved to America from India as an eight year old and normally spoke English without an accent, traces of the accent and speech patterns of his native language crept into his speech when he was stressed, tired, or angry. She could hear those traces now. At such times he also became very professorial: he held himself straighter and stiffer, his voice became clipped and commanding, and his syntax became more formally proper as if he was reading an essay instead of conversing.

"Raj, what have I done?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

"It was your behavior on the drive up here," he explained. "You wanted to stop at every little antique shop or gift store. And the way you spend money. There's something disturbingly impulsive and irresponsible about it."

"Oh, Raj," she almost laughed. "Is that all? I've always been like that. You know that. When I see something, I've just got to have it. You know, when I was growing up, there were times when Father would ... well, uh, never mind that."

"Yes," he agreed, "I have seen these traits in you before, and frankly it bothered me, but I figured that I'd have to live with it."

"I promise I'll do better, Raj," she tried to reassure him. "Don't worry so much-"

"Wait!" he interrupted her sharply. "Let me finish. I said I thought I'd have to live with it. But on this trip your behavior seems to have gone to extremes. The closer you got to home, the less mature you got. To be honest, I was having second thoughts about the marriage."

"Oh, God, Raj, don't say that," she nearly cried. "It would break my heart if you didn't marry me."

"Oh, I'm going to marry you, but I've come to realize only in the last twenty-four hours that I won't have to just live with your irresponsibility."

With that he put MouseSlayer on the floor, strode to a nearby bale of hay, and sat down.

"Come over here, Cindy ... now!"

Cindy obeyed. She had never seen Raj so ... so ... commanding. She felt a little afraid, but also a little mesmerized.

As soon as she came within reach, Raj grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap.

"Raj!" she cried, "what are you doing?"

"I'm going to spank you, Cindy. I'm going to spank you thirty times for each irresponsible purchase you made on this trip. I remember them all."

"What! You can't do that! Don't you dare! Ow!"

Raj had slammed his palm down on her bottom.

She twisted and tried to stand up, but Raj threw one of his legs over the womanly thigh that was closest to his trunk, his shin dangled between her legs and he hooked the foot behind his other shin. This effectively pinned her face down and also pushed the skirt of her light yellow sun dress up to the very tops of her thighs. He swatted her three more times in rapid succession.

"This is outrageous, Raj," Cindy said through gritted teeth as she continued to twist and struggle. "I'm a grown woman and you have no right to-"

Smack! His palm came down again, interrupting her.

"You may be grown physically," Raj replied evenly and coolly, "but when you behave like a little girl I shall treat you as one. And as for my rights, that was my money you spent on those knick knacks and that gives me a right."

With this, he grabbed the hem of the skirt and pulled it up nearly to her neck, revealing her yellow bikini panties. He spanked the seat of them four times rapidly.

"Oow!" she cried out as she threw her hands back to cover her buns.

"If you don't stop this instant, I'm calling off the wedding," she said with a little gasp in her voice. "I'm not kidding Raj. Let me up now."

"That's your privilege, Cindy," he spoke calmly, "But that's not much of threat because I don't think our marriage would last anyway if I have no way of reining in your tendencies to childish irresponsibility. I'm going to give you at least one spanking. If you decide afterward that you want no future with me, I'll pack my bags and go."

"Now," he said, "you will get thirty spanks on your bare behind-"

At the words 'bare behind,' Cindy resumed the struggle, twisting and pushing as she tried to squirm her trapped leg out from between his powerful thighs. His strength was too great and Cindy became dimly aware of a slight dampening in her vagina.

Raj grabbed one of her wrists and slapped the yellow pantied left buttock. She covered the spot with her free hand, but Raj simply smacked the right buttock. They continued like this for several seconds. She could protect no more than one bun at a time and Raj smacked whichever one was uncovered.

"We can go on like this as long as you want," Raj said, still keeping an even, calm tone, "or you can let me tell you how to get this over with relatively quickly."

She stopped struggling and listened, panting for air.

"You will get thirty spanks on your bare behind," he continued where he'd left off, "and you will neither cover up with your hands nor rub, not until it is over. You will count each spank aloud. After the last spank, you will apologize to me for purchasing that old wooden bread box in that little Arkansas town when I was refilling the gas tank, and then you will thank me for the spanking."

He waited to see if this brought on new warfare, but Cindy just lay across his lap, breathing heavily.

"Pull down your underwear, Cindy," he said, letting go of her wrist.

For a long moment she did not move and Raj simply laid his hand on her bottom, reminding her that he was waiting and would not wait forever. She turned her face away from him and slowly inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. As she pulled them down to her thighs, she said "I'm just doing this to get this over with."

Raj gazed at the bottom before him. A part of him recoiled at the very idea of causing her pain, but an idea that had been forming in his mind for months had crystallized last night during a conversation with her father, James. Raj was sure that she needed a disciplinary hand and he was sure, too, that somewhere deep inside, Cindy wanted him to take control.

Smack. He brought his palm down sharply on her naked right buttock.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, and she brought one hand back to rub the sting away.

"No rubbing, Cindy," said Raj patiently but uncompromisingly. "and don't forget to count."

"Oh, one," was the breathy reply as she pulled the disobedient hand back and laid her upper body back down on the bale with her face turned away.

Smack! The left side was his target this time and the blow was harder.

"Ohhhh! ... uh ... two," Cindy gasped and squirmed.

"I'm going to pick up the pace, now, Cindy," he advised. "Don't dawdle on the count. If I spank you again before you've counted the previous spank, then it doesn't count."

Raj then spanked her five times in a row with gradually increasing speed.

Spank! "Unh! ... three." Spank! "Oww! ... four." Spank! "Uhhhnh! ... five." Spank! "Ehhuh! ... six." Spank! "Arrrh! ... seven."

She had lifted her head off the bale and her hips began to twist a bit.

"You're still taking too long to count," Raj noted. "I'm going to spank even faster. You'd be wise to make the count the first thing out of your mouth."

Spank! "Ehhhight!" Spank! "Nnnniiine!" Spank! "T-t-ten! Oh!" Spank! "Elevaahhh!" Spank! "T-t-twelvah!" Spank! "Thuurtin!"

By this time, Cindy was openly crying and twisting from side to side. Her one free leg was kicking out and back with each blow as she tried to shake away the pain.

Raj switched to upper cuts, striking at the most sensitive and erogenous part of the butt: the lower peak.

Spank!! "Fourrrrt!" Spank!! "Oww! Oh, God!" Spank!! "Ah! I meant Fifteen! Fifteen! Spank!! "Suh-sixteen!" Spank!! "Ssssssvnt!"

Cindy was now blubbering so hard, she could not pronounce the numbers. She had pushed her upper body up to rest on her forearms and her head was bent back, her eyes closed and her face twisting with pain. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched spasmodically as she twisted in his lap, shifting her weight from one hip bone to the other and back again two or three times with each smack.

Raj paused to give them both a rest. MouseSlayer who had been patrolling the barn padded up to them and hopped up on Raj's knee. It was the knee of the leg that was pinning Cindy's near thigh. Too startled to react at first, Raj saw MouseSlayer dip his head down to where Cindy's thighs, held apart by the width of Raj's shin, met her behind. The cat curiously nuzzled the band of flesh between Cindy's forward and rear passages.

Cindy, feeling the tickle, looked back over her shoulder to see what caused it. At that moment she saw, and felt, MouseSlayer give the most sensitive part of her bright pink bottom a quick investigatory lick.

"Owww!" she cried out. A cat's tongue is very rough. When a cat licks itself, or another cat, it is scratching and grooming, not comforting. Indeed, the tongues of large felines, like tigers can actually peel the skin off prey.

Raj pushed the cat to the floor while turning his head away and biting his lip to keep from laughing. He was trying to establish a new basis for his relationship with Cindy and it would ruin the momentum and the mood he had established if he laughed.

For her part, Cindy was in too much pain to find anything funny, but she did remember how much her mother liked to rub noses with the cats and she knew she'd never again be able to watch her mother do that without smirking in the knowledge of where MouseSlayer's nose had been poking.

"You are a bit past the halfway point," Raj said, collecting himself.

This brought a wail of self-pity from Cindy.

"Oh please, Raj, ... no more ... I can't take it," she pleaded.

"You can. You will," he insisted firmly, "but I'll stop at twenty-five in exchange for your promise that if I free your thigh, you will lay over my lap and take the spanking you've got coming."

"I will! I will! I promise," she said with some small measure of relief that she would be getting only nine more of the awful cruel spanks.

"If you break the promise," he warned, "I will start over from 'one' and you will get the full thirty."

After Raj repositioned her legs to lie side-by-side above his, Cindy became aware of how hard his thighs were as she lay across his lap. Her hips felt as if they were lying on two horizontal stone pillars. She became aware, too, that she was wet in her vagina. She found this more humiliating than the bare bottom spanking itself and she prayed that he would not discover her arousal.

Spank! He started again. His blows were a little softer now, but her bottom was burning so hot now it didn't matter. By the nineteenth spank, she was arching her back and twisting in place. By the twenty-first her buttocks were red and churning as she tried to squeeze away the pain. She was again blubbering her counts incoherently. By the twenty-third she was bucking her hips into his lap and kicking both legs wildly, oblivious to the show she was giving him.

He put all his power into the last two.

Spank!!!! "Arrrrggggghhhh ... twenfoawww!" Spank!!!! "Ohhhhhhwwwww ... twentfiiiiya!"

Her hips continued to buck and clench for several seconds after the last spank as rivers of tears rolled down her face. Finally, she collapsed on the bale and threw her hands back to rub her behind furiously, too consumed by pain to register yet just how much she resembled a naughty little girl spanked over a parent's lap.

"Now, Cindy," said Raj, "apologize to me for buying the antique bread box behind my back and then thank me for spanking you."

"I-I-I'm s-sorry ... sob ... that I bought ... ow ... that breadbox in ... oh ... Arkansas without asking you ... sob ... first, and th-th-thank you for ... sob ... s-s-spanking me for it," Cindy managed to choke out, fighting both her own tears and the humiliation of the moment.

When her sobs turned to whimpers, Raj turned her over and sat her in his lap, holding her tight in his arms as she panted into his chest. She tried to push herself away at first, but the grip of his arms was immovable and she finally gave up, put her arms around him and buried her weeping face in his chest. After a moment, she turned her weight onto the flank of her hip to provide some relief to her stinging bottom.

As she calmed she became aware that her vagina was soaking and she yanked up her panties hoping to hide the evidence. But the surge of pain when the fabric wrapped her behind was too much and she yanked the back of them down again to the cleft where bottom and thigh meet. MouseSlayer and his mate, PoPo, padded up to watch curiously as their owner's daughter sat bare-assed on the lap of this stranger who scratched cat chins so expertly.

"I forgive you for getting the bread box, Cindy," Raj said, stroking her back and hair gently. "The matter is closed forever and behind us."

After a pause, he added "I sorry I had to hurt you Cindy, but I believe it was necessary. I love you too much to let our relationship be destroyed by your behavior. If you want to cancel the wedding, I'll pack up and go immediately. But if you still want to marry me, you'll have to accept that in the future, when you misbehave, I shall spank you for it. In fact, over the next few weeks I'll be giving you spankings for the other foolish purchases you made on our drive here."

She shivered at this, but said nothing as he continued. "This doesn't mean that you won't still be the intelligent woman whose counsel I value highly, and I stand by my promises that you can have a career of your own. You will be a fully liberated woman. The lifestyle choices we make for our private life are entirely independent of that. In our marriage, I will be in command. As a matter of practice, since you are a smart woman it makes sense for me to hear your ideas, and I'm not adverse to being convinced by you that I'm wrong about this thing or that thing. I will even delegate to you the decision making about many aspects of our life together. But in the bedroom and with regard to the family finances, I will be the final decision maker. And I will decide when you need chastisement and how much."

"So," he added, "I just need one word from you: either 'stay' or 'go'."

"Stay," she whispered, and a feeling of peace and contentment came over her.

Raj put a hand under her chin and tipped her face up so he could kiss her full on the mouth.

"Raj, make love to me," she said when they broke the clench.

And so they did, with Raj taking her from behind because she could not lie on her back with her bottom throbbing as it was.

After an hour of sex, while they rested, Cindy had a question.

"What did you mean when you said you'd learned in the last twenty-four hours that you didn't have to live with my ... um ... irresponsibility?"
"Last night, when your father and I went into his study, we had a long talk about you," Raj explained.

"Oh, Raj, he didn't insult you or imply that you're not good enough for his daughter, did he?" Cindy asked.

"No," said Raj, "that seems to be your mother's specialty. Your father seems to like me. In fact, he kind of hinted at a job."

"Really?" said Cindy, excitedly, "how do you feel about that?"

"Well, I don't have any hang-ups about working for my father-in-law. When the time comes I'll hear him out. But last night he had other things on his mind. He told me about how impulsive you were growing up and how you had frequent episodes of serious immaturity. And he told me how he and your mother dealt with you."

At the last sentence, Cindy stiffened and asked, "Wh- wh- what exactly d- did he say?"

"He said they spanked you, Cindy. They spanked you frequently and kept spanking you right up until you went to college four years ago ... usually on your bare bottom."

"He told you!?" Cindy half choked and half cried.

She buried her face in her hands. The secret she had kept all her life from even her closest girlfriends was now known to the one person in the world to whom she least wanted it known.

"How could he have done that?!" she wailed. "He had no right!"

Raj held her tighter and stroked her back.

"I was actually a little taken aback myself, at first," he told her, "and he seemed a little uncertain himself whether he was doing the right thing in telling me. But as he talked, his description of your behavior was so ... so exactly like what I've experienced with you, that I began to see that he was doing us a great favor. Without spanking, Cindy, our marriage would be doomed. You haven't outgrown your impulsive childishness. For whatever reason, you need a strong hand keeping you in line. You are just not able to do it yourself. If I don't provide that hand, you will quickly get out of control. Our family finances and even our reputation in the community would be endangered. A point would come when I wouldn't be able to tolerate any more and I'd just walk out on you."

"So it was Father who gave you the idea of spanking me," Cindy said, trying to sum up.

"Oh, no," Raj replied, "I had the idea of spanking you a long time ago. The first time you did something impulsive and foolish. And I've had it many times since. But your father's talk about how difficult you were growing up and how spanking was effective in controlling you made me understand that it was my only chance of saving our relationship."

Strangely, in all the times she and Raj had made love, she hadn't felt so loved and cared for as she did now with her girly behind still feeling the sting of his relentless hand.

"I realize now," she said softly, "that I want to be commanded by you. Not enslaved, mind you, but commanded - commanded in the bedroom and in our private life in general. It feels natural and it makes me feel protected. In the world outside our marriage, I can enjoy all the fruits that women's liberation has brought, and I fully intend to."

"Exactly," agreed Raj, "There is no contradiction in men and women having social and political equality in the community, but also obeying, in our sex lives and romantic lives, the instincts of our primeval primate brains. Those instincts tell you, quite subconsciously, to seek out and submit to a strong man in exchange for his protection."

"We read about this in anthropology class," Cindy chimed in. "The sources of sexual attraction originated in hunter gatherer societies when a woman had no modern weapons to protect her from predators; and she had no legal system to protect her and her children from rogue males. Survival required that a woman hook up with, and keep the loyalty of, a male strong enough, or smart enough, and confident enough to fend off or simply intimidate rogue males; not to mention lions, tigers, and bears."

"Nothing will eat you while I'm around," smiled Raj, holding her tight, "except me on occasion."

"By the way," he continued over her laughing, "it might make you feel better about your father's telling me about your spankings if I pass on to you another secret he revealed to me: you weren't the only woman in the household getting spanked."

"But the only other woman in the household was ... Mother!?!" Cindy exclaimed. "He spanks Mother?"

"Yes," said Raj, "and he's been doing it for years, since long before you were born, since before they were married actually. Pretty much the same way he spanked you: on the bare, bent over a lap or some furniture. According to your father, you inherited your impulsiveness from your mother."

"That's amazing. She's always seemed such a formidable woman to me," said Cindy.

"She is a formidable woman," Raj interjected, "but she also has the natural sexual instincts of a woman, just as you do."

"At any rate," he continued, "your father thought you might find it hard to believe, so he arranged a little demonstration."

"Demonstration?"

"Yes. He told me last night that if I decided to spank you and if you decided to marry me anyway, then he would allow us to observe him spanking your mother. She's misbehaved in some way and has earned a spanking. He's going to leave the curtains on their bedroom window open and we can watch from the hayloft of this barn. Apparently there's a door up there that opens to the outside and that faces directly across from their bedroom window."

"Yes, there is," said Cindy, "Come on, I'll show you."

In a few minutes, Cindy and Raj, were sitting on an ersatz sofa they made from bales of hay, looking out the open upstairs door of the barn. (Once a year a local farmer brought hay and used a mobile conveyor, angled at 45 degrees, to move the bales directly from his truck to the hayloft through this upstairs door.)

Raj's arm was around Cindy's shoulder and hers around his waist. On the other side of her, MouseSlayer and PoPo sat curled around each other, taking turns grooming each other with their tongues.

Darkness had fallen and the "sofa" was close enough to the open door to allow them to see the stars. Directly in front of them about forty feet away was the window to Cindy's parent's bedroom. The curtains were open and in a little while they saw the light come on. They could see about half the marital bed and behind it against the far wall was a low dressing table with a large makeup mirror.

Cindy's parents entered, her father a bit stiffly with his head held up, her mother was more tentative in her movements and the fingers of her hands were worrying and rubbing each other nervously. They came around the bed to stand between it and the window facing each other. Since the light was on in the room and it was night, they would have seen only their own reflection in the glass, against a jet black background, if they had looked at the window.

For Cindy and Raj, sitting in darkness looking at the open window, it was just like watching a movie. Her parents faced each other talking but from this distance Cindy and Raj could hear nothing. It was like watching an old silent movie.

After a few seconds, Cindy's mother, Barbara, stamped her foot and as she did so she thrust her arms down stiffly at her sides and clenched each hand into a fist. It was a classic "No, I won't!" gesture. Cindy's father, James, remained imperturbable and said something concise and to the point. This provoked another foot stamp from Barbara.

James simply crossed his arms over his chest, waiting. After a few seconds, Barbara hung her head and opened her hands. She seemed to sigh deeply and stepped out of her shoes. A moment later she pulled off her dress as Cindy gasped in surprise. Her slip followed the dress and Barbara stood before her husband, in bra and panties, looking at the floor submissively.

The undies gave Cindy another shock. They were black and lacy and the panties were two triangles that completely exposed the sides of her hips and a fair percentage of her bottom's surface area. Cindy knew from many a girlhood exploration that her mother's underwear drawer had nothing like this.

"She must have a secret lingerie stash," Cindy thought, "somewhere up high where a child can't reach."

Her father was speaking and when he finished, her mother stepped toward the bed, her back to the window. She bent over the bed, holding up her upper body with her palms flat and her elbows straight. This caused her to bend 90 degrees at the waist, her bottom displayed to the window. Raj couldn't help admiring how his future mother-in-law, thirteen years older than he was, had kept her figure.

In the make-up mirror beyond the bed, Raj and Cindy could see Barbara's face. Her eyes seemed larger and rounder and more fearful than normal. Barbara, herself looking in that mirror, could see her own butt, and her own face, reflected in the window against a black background. She noticed with a start that the curtains were open but she did not ask her husband to close them. For one thing, that might annoy him slightly and she didn't want to do that when he was about to discipline her. Besides, she thought it was pointless. They were on the second floor and their property is so large there isn't another home within half a mile.

Indeed, there had been times, she remembered, when she had received her discipline outdoors in the yard and only the horses and cats were witnesses. On more than one occasion a curious cat had hopped up onto the backs of her thighs as she lay across her husband's lap, mid-spanking, and nuzzled her hindquarters. Ever since the first time it happened she'd had to suppress a smile whenever she saw her daughter Cindy rub faces with one of the cats. If only she knew where that cat face has been, Barbara thought.

Raj watched as Cindy's father stood at the side of her bent mother, swung his arm back, and smacked her smartly on the left buttock. Raj looked over at Cindy. She was staring huge-eyed and open mouthed at the astonishing scene before her.

James began a steady smacking of his wife's behind, about one spank every two seconds. He wasn't putting all of his strength into it, but these were no playful pats. After the first minute of them, Raj saw in the mirror that Barbara's eyes were tearing up. Cindy, meanwhile, had noticed that her mother's lips moved after each smack. What was she saying, Cindy wondered. Was she just crying out in pain? Was she counting the blows? Was she thanking her husband for each one?

After a minute and a half, Barbara's hips began to twist and she pushed up to her toes on one leg, then went flatfooted again on that side while she rose up to tip toe with the other leg. Alternating sides uncontrollably, her bottom was doing a lewd and wicked little dance as it grew pinker and pinker. And more and more of that bottom was exposed as the black triangle of her panties was working its way into the cleft of her behind.

By the end of the third minute, her buttocks were clenching and unclenching wildly and spasmodically, clearly out of her conscious control. Her head jerked up after particularly hard spanks and the two young people watching could see that her face was twisted and red, too, as tears rolled down and spread over her cheeks. She was breathing rapidly and deeply; but her bra prevented Raj from seeing if Cindy had inherited her jiggle from her mother. He did notice, however, that her panties were now so thoroughly deep into her ass cleft, she might as well have been wearing thong underwear.

Only a few seconds into the fourth minute, in response to a wide hard uppercut, Barbara jolted upright and began to rub her husband's target furiously while she hopped from one foot to the other.

Cindy simple gaped in amazement. How many times had her mother brought her to this same sobbing, butt-rubbing, hopping state? And now it was her mother, herself, who was the naughty little girl too much in pain to be embarrassed at the show she was putting on for her tormentor.

When Barbara calmed, Raj and Cindy saw James shake his finger at his wife, scolding her. No doubt she had violated some rule when she stood up and rubbed. They saw Barbara turn away from her husband and exit the scene screen right. Cindy's father remained where he was, hands impatiently on his hips. After about ten seconds, Barbara returned with something in her hand. She knelt before her husband and formed her hands into a kind of small serving platter with the object resting on the palms. She raised the platter up above her bowed head, an offering to the head of the family. When James picked it up from her palms, Raj and Cindy could see that it was a hairbrush.

Cindy's father snapped his fingers and gestured toward the bed. Barbara rose to her feet and Cindy gasped again when her mother slipped thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, squatting slightly so she could get them to her ankles. Barbara stepped out of them and then bent over the bed again. This time she bent over all the way so that her head rested on the quilt. Her bright pink bottom seemed to jut up and out.

James said something and his wife responded by spreading her legs and turning her toes slightly inward to stand pigeon-toed. It was a stance favored by awkward pubescent girls still transitioning to womanhood and Raj speculated that it served to remind Barbara that she had been a naughty little girl and must be treated like one.

James gave her six swooping spanks with the hairbrush, waiting ten seconds between each swat. After the first, Barbara's head snapped up and she clutched the bedspread in both fists. Her body twisted to the extent it could given her splay-legged, pigeon-toed stance. By the third, her hips were snapping forward a half-second after the blow as if she were trying to pull away from the pain. For each of the last two, her entire upper body jerked up to a near standing position when the hips snapped forward and the bedspread came up with her, clutched in her hands.

After the spasm of the final swat worked itself through her body, she collapsed on the bed rubbing her red behind with both hands in deep circular massages.

James allowed her to comfort herself this way for a minute or so, then he seemed to say something and she rose to face him again, her head bowed and her hair messier than Cindy had ever seen it, even first thing in the morning on camping trips. To call it a rat's nest would be an insult to rats everywhere.

Raj watched his future mother- and father-in-law stand there for a half a minute. They seemed to be conversing about something. Finally, Barbara dropped to her knees, reached to her husband's crotch, and began to undo his pants. She was moving her tear-stained face forward with her mouth open when James, with a yank on a curtain cord closed the drapes.

Raj sat quietly with his arm around Cindy, who was still staring straight ahead, stunned at the realization that her strict, domineering mother was herself brought regularly to tearful, bare-bottomed, submission.

The only sound in the barn was the purring of PoPo whose head lay, eyes closed, on her mate's flank while MouseSlayer held his naughty curious head up, his ears pricked, his eyes shining, protecting her, alert to the dangers of the world.