My sister Alison was at a sleepover down the road at her friend Rose’s house, along with their friend Maggie. It was a Friday night and the girls had a film to watch and loads of sweets. Rose’s big brother Bill, who was in my class, recounted this story to me the very next day. I just wish I had been there to see what unfolded. What big brother wouldn’t?
Mum and I were having a quiet evening as Alison took her sleeping bag, change of clothes, and a bag of goodies down the road to Rose’s house. Mum watched attentively through the net curtains to make sure she made the 70 metre trip safely.
After watching some TV and with mum reading her true crime novel, I gave her a peck on the cheek and went up to bed knowing I would get a good night’s sleep without my sister making a song and dance over doing to bed. She always wanted to stay up later and later at the weekends, and mum was having nothing of it. I think mum was pleased that Alison had been invited out, just to avoid the usual histrionics.
What follows is what Bill told me the next day. He went into minute detail as the poor lad did not believe what he was seeing.
It all started at about 11.00 pm. Rose’s mum, Mrs D, a tall, slim and fairly pretty looking woman of about 40 years of age, asked the girls to keep the noise down a little. It was getting late and her neighbours, who were quite elderly, would be trying to sleep.
Bill said this request had little effect on the girls and his mum had to tell them again a little later. That did, he recounted, shut them up for a while and he and Mrs D went to bed. Bill’s room is across the landing from Rose’s, overlooking the street, whilst his mum’s was adjoining Rose’s at the back of the house.
About midnight, Mrs D had been awoken but an enormous bang. Bill said she ran in, fearing an accident, only to find the girls play-fighting. She told them off in no uncertain terms and said they were all in trouble and this would be sorted out in the morning.
Apparently it did go very quiet after that and the next thing Bill remembered was being awoken at 9.00 am by the door bell and the sound of his mum rushing downstairs in her dressing gown. Bill looked out of his window which faced onto the street. Mrs H, their next door neighbour, was complaining about the noise coming from the house last night. Mrs D was very embarrassed, apparently, and promised she was going to deal with it appropriately this morning. Mrs H grumpily accepted that and went away.
Mrs D heard noise from upstairs and stormed up to investigate. Bill hid in his room as his mum firstly knocked on Rose’s bedroom door and then went in, only to be hit by a flying pillow. She was then greeted with a sight that resembled a refuse tip more than a girl’s bedroom. Mrs D gave the girls 15 minutes to tidy up and then get themselves down stairs where she would deal with them.
Bill was rubbing his hands in excitement. Dressing quickly, he dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast and, most importantly, to be in the correct place when the girls’ 15 minutes had elapsed.
Bang on time, the thunder of three pairs of feet raced down the stairs, pushing and shoving in a giddy fashion which apparently Mrs D did not take well to. She scolded them about the dangers of messing about on the stairs and how she did not intend spending her day off in the local hospital emergency centre. She then went upstairs and checked out the room before re-joining the girls in the lounge. Whilst she pushed the door, it did not close and left a gap of about 18 inches.
Mrs D started telling the girls off again about the mess and the noise. Bill took a chance and moved silently to the bottom of the stairs where he took cover behind an old-fashioned telephone table. The telling-off included Mrs H’s complaint about the noise, not to mention the disgusting mess they had made.
Then came the good bit. Bill told me his mum then told the girls that she had telephoned Alison and Maggie’s mothers and told them what had transpired. She then told them what she proposed to do about it and that she had both mothers’ permission to do so. Mrs D calmly said as the girls had not only been naughty and disregarded what they had been told, they had annoyed the neighbours and made a mess of Rose’s room. She intended to smack each of their bottoms in turn.
Bill told me they all spoke at once with various reasons why his mum could not smack their bottoms, but he said she just held her hand up. Silence!
Mrs D pointed to Rose and beckoned her over. Standing in front of her mother dressed in a pyjama top and shorts, Bill said Rose looked very vulnerable. Sitting on one of the chairs, Mrs D almost picked Rose up and draped her body across her knee. Bill said he had a perfect view of her bottom as his mum started to spank, not very hard, but in a quick, steady rhythm. Soon Rose was in tears as the effects accumulated. Much too soon for Bill’s liking, Rose’s spanking was over and she was struggling to get off Mrs D’s lap.
Next, Mrs D invited Maggie to come over. Maggie was wearing a thin, flowery print nightie with a frill down the front. Bill said it looked more like a party dress than a nightie. As his mum pulled Maggie over her knee, her nightie was pulled up and she was unceremoniously spanked on her knickers, again in a fast regular beat until she too was crying. When it was over, she jumped off Mrs D’s lap and rubbed her bottom.
By now, Bill was getting cramp and whilst Maggie was distracting everyone with her sore bottom ministrations, as he put it, Bill moved his position ever so slightly, being careful not to be seen or he’d be next across his mum’s lap! Now for the bit that I was interested in. He told me Alison was crying already even before Mrs D had finished spanking Maggie.
Sullenly, Alison walked across to Mrs D who lifted her across her lap, pulled up her long knee-length night dress to reveal her white pants before she too got her bottom soundly spanked. Again, sadly it was nothing too hard, but enough to have Alison squealing as his mum’s hand bounced repeatedly off of her knickers. I would have given a month’s pocket money to see that.
After she had been spanked, Alison too made a big fuss. This pleased Bill as it gave him the chance to pretend to come down the stairs while his mum lectured the girls once more. He made enough noise to be noticed and ‘innocently’ walked into the lounge to discover his red-faced mother and three girls, all crying and rubbing their bottoms.
His mum just said she had been telling them off for making too much noise last night.
My sister can be a real madam sometimes. Mum does spank her, but not often enough in my opinion. Now Mrs D knew Bill knew Alison had her bottom spanked. Alison knew Bill knew. Alison knew our mum knew. What she didn’t know was if I knew. Needless to say, after letting her sweat on that for a couple of hours, I could not resist asking her how her bottom felt in a very matter-of-fact way in front of mum, who almost drowned on the cup of tea she was drinking.
TG