New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part III

This is the conclusion to New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part I and New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part II.

I was too much of a crying mess to realize what happened next, but this is what I believe happened. After Bethany had calmed down, and was convinced by Jake of the joke it was, she trekked upstairs to find Adam and I, hoping to cool any argument we might be having. Hearing a commotion in the bathroom, she instinctively went to investigate, pushing open the cracked bathroom door to discover a startling scene.

Bethany froze while her brain tried to comprehend the sight we presented her. I was wiggling over Adam’s lap, bare from my belly button to my toes. My hair had fallen forward, creating a blonde curtain shrouding my face when it wasn’t joining my legs in dancing along to the beat of the brush.

“Ah, sorry,” Bethany shuddered backing away from the doorway. Up to this point, Adam nor I had even realized she was standing there. Adam must have paused his work to address her, because the fire in my bottom seemed to stabilize for a moment. Before , then I felt a hand on my shoulder

“No, it’s ok.” I tried to articulate through the tears. Bethany must not have heard me because she kept trying to help me up. “Bethany, please, go,” I said a little more clearly, waving my right hand towards her knees. Didn’t she understand what was going on? I saw her and Jake in the same position a few months ago. Oddly, the exact same position.

“No, I’ll help you.” Bethany took a hold of my hand waving about and tried pulling me up.

“You do not understand, she does not need any help.” Adam told her calmly.

“Shut up and let her up.” Bethany poked her finger into Adam’s chest before trying to help me off his lap again.

What was she doing? This was between Adam and I. “Bethany, It’s OK! Please go, NOW!” I all but yelled at her. This got her attention, causing her to turn and storm out of the bathroom. What had gotten into her?

Adam didn’t allow me to ponder this question for very long, and simply return to work on my bottom once she was gone. And he is excellent at his work, fore the first swat instantly refocused my attention exactly where he wanted it.

Adam returned me to the sobbing mess that I had been when Bethany interrupted before he stood me up. I doubt it took more than a handful of swats, even if it felt like a couple dozen. He said something to me, probably about apologizing or such,
but I had other concerns presently on my mind. When my hands first touched my bottom I swear my fingers could feel the heat radiating off the surface. I even tried to wave some cool air on it but settled on just trying to rub out the fire.

I rubbed and rubbed, my mind focused squarely on my derriere until Adam broke my concentration by wrapping his big muscular arms around me in a protective embrace. With a strong heat below, I could feel all the tension, guilt and other negative emotions melt away in his arms. I was in a blissful state of nirvana. We stood there, me rubbing away the sting while Adam hugged me for an eternity.

Adam let go, slipping his hands towards my shoulders and holding me far enough that he could look down into my eyes. “You should go talk to Bethany.”

“I know,” I sniffled through the tears which still filled my eyes.

“Why don’t you spend a few moments up here and then when you are ready come down and speak with her?” Adam half asked, half instructed me as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

“OK,” I mumbled. He scooped up my clothes and grabbed the tissue box from the vanity and directed me into the bedroom. He led me straight to the king size bed, sitting my clothes and handing me a tissue from the box. It felt good to blow the snot from my nose, even if I was still crying some.

Adam kissed me gently on the forehead then said, “I’ll see you downstairs. I love you.”

“OK,” I mumbled before watching my husband turn leave the master bedroom, closing the door behind him. I held out until I heard the click of the latch, then the flood of tears overwhelmed me. I collapsed face down onto the bed, one arm covering my face while the other rubbed my bottom. The comforter and my tears helped blur the world into a dark abyss.

—-

“Honey, honey, hey sleepy head. Happy New Year!” Adam smiled at me as I regained my senses. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes just in time to see him come in for kiss. His gentle lips sucked away my breath, sending a tingle throughout my body. What a wonderful way to wake up.

Adam left me to return to the pool table were the other guys were waiting on him to shoot. Looking around, the first thing I comprehended was the TV on across the basement from me showed the celebration going on in Times Square.

I glanced to my left to see the girls curled up on the love-seat watching the TV. The movement of my head must have caught Bethany’s eye since she looked straight back at me. Her lips started to fidget as she starred back. I could tell she was trying to avoid smirking at me, but her lips were not listening to well.

My eyes shot away, and I started to blush. “Damn it, she saw everything,” I thought. “How am I going to explain it? Well, would I even have too? She was spanked by Jake after all. Maybe she just understood?” My mind was being obscured by a hundred questions. I needed to think clearly so I sat up and gave my head s gentle shake.

Instantly the fog parted and one thought was left; something was wrong. I was sitting there on the couch and I didn’t feel quite right. It was like something was missing. I shifted slightly and then it hit me; my bottom wasn’t sore. It didn’t have any of the warm tingle feeling you get an hour or so afterwards, there was nothing. It felt like I hadn’t been spanked in days, let along an hour ago.

“Has Adam ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?” Bethany said, letting a broad grin span from ear to ear.

“No,” I mumbled and my cheeks started to catch fire.

“Well you do, a lot, and it was quite interesting.” Brittney added quietly before bursting out into a giggle.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret,” Bethany whispered.

The rest of the night all I could think about was “what had I said?” I way to embarrassed to ask, but I doubt it was good.

Six thousand five hundred and forty minutes, over the limit

“Yes mom. Ok mom. I am right now,” Heather said into the phone. A few moments later she hung up her phone. “Hey, I got to get home.”

“It’s these soo cute?” Viola asked her friend, holding up a pair of high-cut panties.

“Yea, get them and lets go.” Heather dismissed the question then started chewing on her thumbnail.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Viola could see the anxiety in her friend.

“Nothing, my mom just wants me to come home now.”

“Ok,” Viola said with a shrug. “Let me pay for these. Oh then lets grab some FOYO before we go.”

Heather stopped chewing on her thumb long enough to bark, “No, I said NOW!”

“Fine, you don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Viola was surprised at the outburst. She was sure there was something wrong and she had to find out. Being the driver would provide some nice leverage against Heather.

The girls made their way through the mall crowds and out to Viola’s car without saying another word. A couple quick turns and they were on the interstate heading home. Normally, the highway was the fastest way to get back to the small town where the girls lived, but Viola was more interested in the second exit.

Heather was focusing so intensely on her chewing her thumbnail, she completely missed pulling the car into the rest area.

“Ok girl friend, tell me what’s wrong.” Viola damned as she turned the engine off.

“HEY!” Heather yelled, realizing the car wasn’t moving. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because you’re going to tell me what’s wrong!”

“I told you, it’s nothing! Please lets get going!”

“Bullshit!” Viola could see her friend was anxious and worried. Had it been a real emergency, she knew Heather would have told her everything. “We aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.”

“Grrr… Fine! My mom’s mad at me for running over my cell phone minutes.”

“Cell phone minutes. So what?”

“I was like a thousand minutes over.”

“Wow.” Viola chuckled a little bit. Her mother would be pissed if she had ever went over by that much also. She sensed there was something more though. Viola thought Heather’s nervous demure was disproportionate to the seriousness of the offense. “Ok, I’ll take you home.” Viola returned to the highway and fifteen quiet minutes later pulled into Heather’s driveway. She pitted Heather for having to still live at home, but being basically unemployed, her friend and no other option.

“Thanx,” Heather said, jumping out of the car as soon as it stopped.

Viola watched the blonde get all the way to the back door before reaching into the backseat and picking up the bag of clothes Heather had bought. She got out as the back door closed behind Heather. She took her time walking along the deck that wrapped around back of the house.

Pausing at the door, Viola could hear some yelling and then a little bit of commotion from inside. She tried peaking in the window adjacent to the door, but the curtains where pulled tightly shut. “Well here goes nothing,” she thought before knocking loudly.

She heard some voices inside then she could make out a figure approaching through the frosted glass door panes. She licked her lips as the figure reached the door. Any second she’d find out what was bothering

“Oh, hello Viola.” Heather’s mother said curtly after opening the door.

Viola almost dropped the bag of clothes. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Behind the woman and the kitchen, laid a girl with her panty covered bottom pointing straight at the door.

“Can I help you?” Mary asked her daughter’s friend impatiently. She needed to get dinner started and there still was the business with Heather to finish.

“So that’s why Heather was so mean.” Viola said to herself.

“Hu?” Mary asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing really. Heather just yelled at me after your call. She mentioned you were mad about the cell phone minutes, but nothing about, hmm, that.” Viola nodded to indicate the girl’s current position.

“She did, did she?” Mary pursed her lips while she thought for a moment. Lying to people outside of the house wasn’t strictly prohibited, but Viola was her daughter’s best friend, and it appeared she was mean about it also. Mary took a step backwards and motioning for the girl to enter. “Why don’t you come in and after my discussion with her I’m sure she’ll apologize.”

“MOM!” Heather screamed from the dinning room, “PLEASE NO!”

Mary closed the door behind Viola then lead the way into the dinning room. “Hush! You shouldn’t be mean to your friends just because you are in trouble!” She punctuated her remark with a swift swat to Heather’s bottom. Viola hadn’t even noticed the bamboo spoon Mary had been holding until it crashed into her friend’s backside.

“Ouch!” Heather cried in echo to the muffled clap.

Viola stood in the corner, covering her mouth as she watched her friend get spanked. She had the perfect vantage point to watch the spoon work its way across the panty covered bottom, earning wiggles and the occasional ouch from the owner. Viola wasn’t sure what to make of the scene playing out before her. She could tell Heather was dying of embarrassment, though she didn’t think the spanking looked that bad. It actually looked kind of pleasant, like when her boyfriend slapped her ass during sex. If this was a spanking, she kind of wished she’d been spanked instead of grounded.

“Ok, enough warmup. Lets get these down and start the main event.” Mary set the spoon on the table then reached for her daughter’s waist.

“Please let me keep them up!” Heather reached down her slides to grab her the waistband of her panties.

“Is your bottom not warmed up yet? I can keep going?”

“No, I mean yes, ah! Please let me keep them up while she’s here.”

“She is a woman just like you and I. Now let go or I’ll continue warming up your bottom!” Mary commanded, punctuated with a couple firm slaps of her open hand on her daughter’s bare thighs.

“OCUH!” Heather squealed, letting go of her waistband and attempting to reach her tighs. The table made it an impossible task.

Mary shucked the undergarment down the pink tushy and legs until it was inverted just above the girl’s knees. “Now these can stay here until we are done.”

Viola’s eyes grew larger at this revelations. Up to this point she had thought Heather was lucky to get spanked instead of the punishments she’d received growing up. Losing her phone or computer for a week had been torture to a teenager. With her friend’s panties down and round two ready to begin, she wasn’t quite so sure.

Mary brought spoon forward with a slight upward arc, catching the meeting of bottom and thigh. The sharpness of the spank caught Heather off guard.

“Ouch goddamn…” Heather realized the words that came out of her mouth a moment too late.

“What did you say?” Mary asked her daughter.

“Nothing,” the upturned girl mumbled. The response earned her smart spanks to each thigh. “Ouch, ouch!”

“Would you prefer more than your mouth washed out?” Mary asked.

Viola covered her mouth as her jaw fell again. Being spanked at 23 was embarrassing, but her friend got her mouth-soaped for swearing also. Wow, was all she could think.

“No, no, I’m sorry for swearing.” Heather pleaded, twisting her head and shoulders around in an attempt to show her mother her contrition.

“Then go get the ivory.” Mary instructed, slapping the pinkened bottom then pointing towards the front entryway.

Heather made awkward waddle through the house to the main bathroom while keeping her panties tightly around her knees.

“What did Heather say was the reason she was in trouble?” Mary asked the stunned Viola.

“Ah…ah that she went over her cell phone minutes by like a thousand or something.”

“Six thousand five hundred and forty minutes actually.”

“Wow,” Viola mumbled. The couple of times she’d went over her allotted minutes she’d lost her phone for a week or two, and that she had only been a hundred or so over. Six thousand! She would have never gotten her cell phone back. Though how did she use that many? “How?” she mumbled as the thoughts swirled in her head.

“She keeps falling asleep with Corey on the phone at night.” Mary answered before turning her back and watching the doorway for her offspring.

Heather returned holding a slightly used bar of ivory soap. Heather never looked up as she entered the dinning room, being more preoccupied with the awful white bar in her hand and keeping her panties at the appropriate height.

Viola, conversely couldn’t stop staring at her friend. It took Viola a couple moments to realize why Heather was carrying a bar of soap. She had read about a couple news stories involving parents washing their kids mouths out with soap, but didn’t think it really happened. Well at least it didn’t happen outside of those white trash households.

“Open!” Mary commanded after taking the soap.

“Please, I’m really sorry, I’ll never ghhhff!” Mary cut off her daughter’s pleas by shoving the white slab into her mouth.

“That will stay there until I am remove it. Now back over you go.” Mary waved the wooden spoon at the gagged girl before pointing towards the table. Heather gave up her protests and resumed her spot bent over the table.

Viola had seen a couple spankings before, but this was nothing like those erotic ones. Mary peppered the proliferated bottom with the spoon. Heather cried through the soap while wiggling her hips about and occasionally kicking a leg up. All this fuss just earned her a few swats to the back of her thighs and a hand on her lower back.

Mary didn’t stop until she thought her daughter had been soundly spanked, crying only tears of contrition.

“Ok baby, I think that is enough. You can get up now.”

It took Heather a moment to regain enough of her senses to push herself up, off the table. Once uprighted, her attention immediately focused on removing the pain below. She danced from foot to foot while attempting to rub out the blaze in her tush. Viola couldn’t help but snicker at her friend dancing around like her butt was on fire.

“Come on, to the sink,” Mary said, shooing her daughter towards the kitchen. It was all the prompting Heather needed, as she quickly scampered to the sink. She knew better than to remove the bar from her own mouth and waited diligently for her mom while keeping the rubbing going at high speed.

“Do you have anything to say?” Mary asked, pulling the drool covered ivory from the girl’s mouth.

“I’m sorry for going over my cell phone minutes mommy,” Heather cried and sputtered like she was closer to three than twenty-three. She finished with a couple of spits into the sink.

“And to Viola?”

“I’m sorry for being mean,” Heather replied in the same little voice. At her pause, Mary made a slight grunt, prompting “and for lying to you about my punishments.”

“Ok, you can rinse now.” Mary turned on the faucet. Heather didn’t even both using a cup, instead dunked her head sideways to fill her mouth with water before spitting it out. Mary let her repeat the motions 5 times before turning off the faucet.
“It’s ok baby. Your all forgiven. Now you two can go up to your room and play a little bit.”

Viola looked at Mary sideways. The last bit of her statement was highly unusual to be said to two adult women. It even slightly offended her, though with Heather already out of the kitchen and that spoon sitting next to Mary, she didn’t dare argue the point.

Heather pulled her friend into her room and closed the door behind the girls. She immediately spun her friend around, “Please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t.”

“Promise!”

“I promise..” Viola twisted her lips from side to side. She had so many questions, but couldn’t figure out how to break the ice.

“How much damage is there?” Heather said, turning her back to her closet door, and the full length mirror hanging on it.

“Its really bad,” Viola commented as her friend twisted her torso to look over her shoulder.

“Naw, this wasn’t so bad. I’m probably lucky you came back.” Heather ran a finger over the slight hints of a bruise.

“Lucky?” was all Viola could say as Heather started blabbering on about other spankings, close calls and how she was relieved that she had someone with whom to share her secret.