Chapter 12
Sandra's exciting life continued until she was a little beyond her sixteenth birthday. Then, she began to notice subtle changes in Mother Superior. There was nothing terribly definite, but somehow a change was coming over then-relationship, taking away much of the sparkle and excitement of it for her and, she sensed, for the woman as well.
For a while, Sandra tried not to think about it, then, when the load of apprehension became too heavy a burden to carry alone, she broached the subject one evening when they were sitting listening to music after dinner.
"I guess my time is about up, isn't it, Mummy?" she asked, her tone low, quiet.
"Why do you say that, dear?" the woman asked.
"I don't know. I guess you understand it better than I do. Perhaps you should tell me. Don't worry, I'm not going to make any fuss about it. I've had a wonderful life with you and I'll never forget it."
"You are a very intelligent and perceptive young woman, Sandra. Yes, our time is running out. You have been a sweet and loving partner, you brightened my life for more than a year, but I'm a strange sort of creature, no matter how good a relationship may be, there comes a time when I have to turn away from it to find something new. I wish I weren't that way, but I am and all I can do is face it. In the past, when it came time to end a relationship, I did it at once. This time, for the very first time, I've kept it going because I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you, dear."
"Shame on you Mummy. This time you're the naughty girl who deserves a spanking."
"I think you're right, dear and I may let you give it to me. Still, every time I tried to find the strength to end it, I thought of the pretty little injured bird you were when you came here and I just couldn't do it."
"Thanks, Mummy, that's part of the reason I love you so much. It will hurt to lose you, but the broken wings are all patched up now, thanks to you. I'll have so many beautiful memories to keep me warm and I'll find others to spank me when I need it."
"So you want to stay, dear?"
"What do you mean? I have to stay, don't I?"
"No dear, we bend the rules quite a bit around here. I've discussed this with Mister Big and he can arrange to have you paroled to the custody of a couple he knows. They are in their late forties, but they really know how to live. They belong to wife-swapping and spanking clubs and that sort of thing. Your pretty bum won't be neglected with them, from what he tells me. Would you like that, dear?"
"Under the circumstances, yes. As long as we could be together as we used to be, I'd rather stay here, but since that can't be, it would be much better for me if I could get away where I didn't have to see you and think of you with another girl in your bed and in your arms."
"You are a very mature young woman, Sandra and I am very proud of you. It must be hard for you to understand this, but I still love you. Just as your body craves punishment and pain, mine demands that I keep changing sexual partners. Usually I don't make the mistake of falling in love, you were different."
"You know, Mummy, it isn't like I thought it was going to be. I knew I wouldn't cry in front of you, but I thought I'd go somewhere where I could be alone and then cry. Now I don't think I will. I'll be sad, but I'll get over it."
"Then you've learned a big lesson, dear, you've learned to accept fate and to keep going. Some never learn that, no matter how old they live to be."
"I've learned many things, Mummy, thanks to you. I got off to a bad start, but you've taught me so much. I think I'm going to cope with life and find my share of happiness."
"I'm sure you are, darling, and you'll share it with others and bring happiness to them too.
But enough of this serious talk, let's have an evening of fun."
"That would be great, but only if you really want to. I mean don't..."
"If you finish that sentence young lady," the woman cut her off, "you'll get spanked."
"... don't do it just to make me feel good," Sandra finished the sentence with a smile and pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.
"So that's the way it is, is it?" the woman asked as she went to the girl, bent her under her left arm and applied ten stinging spanks to each cheek.
"That's the first time you ever spanked me with my panties on," Sandra commented as she straightened up and rubbed her panty-clad buttocks, her hands under her dress.
"So it was and it was quite exciting to see those pretty bum cheeks bulging through your little panties. But don't make the mistake of thinking that was a real spanking, that was just to warm up your bum and my hand."
"I'm relieved to hear that," Sandra told her as she moved into the open arms of the woman and they shared a passionate kiss.
They went to the bedroom then and poured drinks at the small bar the woman always kept well stocked. As they did, Sandra recalled the first time she had seen the bedroom and how thrilled she had been even though she couldn't then have understood all the things she would enjoy there.
"Remember earlier, dear," the woman said with a pensive expression, "when you said I should be spanked?"
"Yes, but I was really kidding."
"I know, dear, but I'm not."
"You mean you really want a spanking?" Sandra asked.
"Yes, dear, I do. You should understand what it's like to want a spanking and not be able to get it. You surely wouldn't refuse me."
"Of course not, Mummy. I'll spank you if you want, then I'll kiss your bum all over and make the sting go away."
"I hope you'll kiss more than just my bum, darling. While you're making my bum hot, my cunt will be getting hot too. It will want kisses and things of that nature."
"Ooh, Mummy, I'll go down on you right now if you like," Sandra told her, rubbing her crotch through the black robe under which she wore only panties.
"No thanks, dear, you've got me nice and horny now, I'd rather stay that way through my spanking," the woman told her. "Let's talk about how we'll do it."
Sitting on the bed, sipping their drinks, they worked out their plan. In it, the traditional role of Sandra and Mummy would be reversed.
"Ooh, it's going to be such fun spanking your lovely big bum and hearing you call me Mummy," the girl enthused.
"Then get started, but try to look more like an angry mummy."
The glasses were put out of the way, Sandra sat on the edge of the bed and the woman knelt in front of her.
Scolding her, Sandra opened the top of her robe and pushed it down to her waist. Continuing to scold, she removed the woman's bra and played with her bare breasts, rubbing and squeezing the firm beauties and causing the woman to squirm hotly.
"Oh please, Mummy," she sobbed, convincingly, "it shames me when you do that to my . . . my little breasts."
"That's why I do it, Sandra," the girl retorted, "you have such big tits for a little girl. I'm going to play with your big tits as much as I like, then I'm going to take your panties down and spank your big bum and make you cry."
Sandra kept her promise and continued to play with the lush breasts for a long time after the nipples were hard and elongated. Then she had the woman stand and remove her robe.
Drawing the woman closer to the bed, Sandra held her there as she fondled her thighs as well as the seat and warm crotch of her panties.
She saw the woman trembling and guessed how much she wanted to be spanked, a feeling she had known so often in the past. Gently then, she lowered the woman's panties, bared her big white buttocks completely, ran her hands lovingly over the silken hemispheres, then took her eager victim over her lap and commenced spanking her big behind.
The cheeks were delightfully firm so that her hand seemed to bounce off them with each stinging smack. As the woman cried, quietly, Sandra continued to spank and scold, sternly, until the two cheeks glowed a warm pink and her victim was squirming across her thighs.
"That's enough," Sandra said suddenly as she saw how brightly colored the woman's buttocks were.
"No, damn it, we're going to play it out the way we agreed," the woman replied angrily as she got to her feet, rubbing her tingling nether cheeks.
Afraid of angering the woman, Sandra stopped her protests and ordered the woman to kneel on the floor on all fours.
"Crawl to your dresser, get your hair brush and carry it back to me in your teeth," Sandra commanded.
She trembled with lust as the woman crawled away, her massive, pink behind in motion, her lowered nylon panties dragging at her knees. Her excitement was so intense that Sandra put a hand between her thighs and rubbed the crotch of her panties, squirming in demand of orgasm.
When the woman crawled back to her, Sandra took the wooden-backed brush from her, straddled her and sat lightly on her back, then commenced spanking, the brush smacking loudly on the already sensitized cheeks, causing the woman to cry loudly as Sandra held her in position and went on applying the brush, stingingly.
The sound of the victim's crying and the sight of her inflamed buttocks was more than Sandra could stand. With a little cry, she threw the brush away and, dropping to the floor beside the woman, caught her by the hips and began to kiss and lick the firm, hot globes.
It was not long before the woman's sobs turned to sighs and her body began to tremble violently. Sandra read the signs easily and, dropping onto her back, got her face under the woman's crotch.
"Yes, Mummy, yes," she panted, "bring your lovely cunt down on my face now and I'll suck it and make you come."
No second invitation was needed as the warm crotch came down, soft lips meeting Sandra's eager ones as she began lapping the woman while her hands moved lovingly over the hot, spanked buttocks. The woman came quickly and strongly.
After a rest period during which they finished the drinks they had poured earlier, the roles were reversed, a return to normal, and Sandra was soon shedding happy tears through a long spanking, squirming on the lap of her mature lover, knowing that when it was over, there would be a beautiful face in her crotch and that a long tongue would probe her vagina, lick her clitoris and bring her to the climax she so needed.
Later in the evening, the strap and the cane came into play making it a memorable night for Sandra, giving her more dreams to sustain her in her transition from one life to another. And always, between the bouts of punishment, there was cunnilingus, so often that by the end of the evening, woman and girl agreed that neither could stand another orgasm.