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Subject: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business

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Bianca
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Date Posted: 02:51:48 03/03/25 Mon

Hello, ladies! I’ve been lurking here for a while, but after last night, I simply had to share. Consider this my official introduction to the club!

My darling Lillian, twelve years old, beautiful, clever, and just beginning to think she’s too charming for consequences, got herself into quite the predicament yesterday—along with her equally darling (and equally deserving!) best friend, Charlotte.

We’re at a lovely seaside resort, another of our husbands' business trip, where the girls have been enjoying themselves in the sun, all long limbs and laughter in their beautiful swimwear. They had been absolute darlings—until lunch.

The problem? Their careless little tongues.

The wife of my husband’s client had joined us, along with her sweet young son. A lovely boy, a little shy, eager to impress. And what did our girls do? Teased him mercilessly. Not in a playful way—no, in that smug, sharp-edged way that only young ladies who think they’re clever can manage. Oh, they thought they were so witty, so above it all. Margaret and I exchanged a single glance over our wine glasses, and just like that, it was settled.

They would not be sleeping comfortably tonight.

Fast forward to after dinner. Lillian, unsuspecting, positively beaming as I took her by the hand and led her to Margaret’s suite. It was only when she stepped inside—when she saw Charlotte already in her nightclothes, standing hands on head, beside the vanity, when she saw the two chairs positioned so deliberately in the center of the room—that I felt her fingers tremble.

Margaret was waiting, hairbrush polished, smile patient.

“Let’s get you changed, darling,” I murmured, brushing Lillian’s dark curls from her forehead.

Oh, the way her confidence melted as she slipped out of her dress! By the time she stood before me in her soft little camisole and cotton shorts, she was already blushing, already feeling the vulnerability of what was to come.

The lecture was slow, methodical. They stood at our sides, heads bowed, cheeks pink well before anything else turned pink. They knew what they had done, and they knew exactly where they were headed.

Then came Margaret’s crisp instruction, the words that made Charlotte shudder.

“Lower your shorts, young lady.”

And so it began.

Lillian followed a moment later, her hands shaky but obedient. Oh, how quickly the sass disappears when they’re stepping out of the last bit of their modesty! Over our laps they went, two lovely young bottoms, bared and waiting for maternal correction. And correct them we did.

The contrast was almost comical- two perfectly tanned young ladies, golden from days in the sun, yet the moment their shorts were peeled away, oh, what a sight! Their bottoms, untouched by the sun, were stark, creamy white against their bronzed backs and thighs. “Well, well,” I mused, giving Charlotte’s bare hip a playful tap. “Looks like the sun missed a few spots. Good thing we won’t.” Beside me, Evelyn let out a soft chuckle, tracing a manicured nail along Lillian’s equally pale backside. “I’d say we’re about to bring a little color here too, wouldn’t you agree?” And with that, our hands rose in unison.

Let’s just say by the time it was over, there was not a trace of arrogance left in either girl—only tear-streaked faces and two very sore, very humbled young ladies.

And then, sniffling, noses red, shorts barely clinging to well-spanked little bottoms, they were marched straight back to the boy and his mother. And in perfect unison, they recited exactly what had happened, from start to very sore finish.

I do believe they found that part almost worse than the spanking itself.

But I promise you, not a single sharp remark passed their lips for the rest of the evening. And when I tucked my darling into bed, her bottom still glowing, she whispered a meek little, “Goodnight, Mommy.”

Mission accomplished.

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Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Grumpy 03:04:45 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business -- Bianca, 12:05:21 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Mary 05:40:02 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business -- Bianca, 12:28:19 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Cherie 08:09:55 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business -- Bianca, 12:43:26 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Jenn 08:54:04 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business -- Bianca, 12:45:47 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Stephanie 13:47:09 03/03/25 Mon

Re: A Lesson in Manners: When Two Mums Mean Business Becky 20:38:58 03/03/25 Mon

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>Hello, ladies! I’ve been lurking here for a while, >but after last night, I simply had to share. Consider >this my official introduction to the club! > >My darling Lillian, twelve years old, beautiful, >clever, and just beginning to think she’s too >charming for consequences, got herself into quite the >predicament yesterday—along with her equally darling >(and equally deserving!) best friend, Charlotte. > >We’re at a lovely seaside resort, another of our >husbands' business trip, where the girls have been >enjoying themselves in the sun, all long limbs and >laughter in their beautiful swimwear. They had been >absolute darlings—until lunch. > >The problem? Their careless little tongues. > >The wife of my husband’s client had joined us, along >with her sweet young son. A lovely boy, a little shy, >eager to impress. And what did our girls do? Teased >him mercilessly. Not in a playful way—no, in that >smug, sharp-edged way that only young ladies who think >they’re clever can manage. Oh, they thought they >were so witty, so above it all. Margaret and I >exchanged a single glance over our wine glasses, and >just like that, it was settled. > >They would not be sleeping comfortably tonight. > >Fast forward to after dinner. Lillian, unsuspecting, >positively beaming as I took her by the hand and led >her to Margaret’s suite. It was only when she >stepped inside—when she saw Charlotte already in her >nightclothes, standing hands on head, beside the >vanity, when she saw the two chairs positioned so >deliberately in the center of the room—that I felt >her fingers tremble. > >Margaret was waiting, hairbrush polished, smile >patient. > >“Let’s get you changed, darling,” I murmured, >brushing Lillian’s dark curls from her forehead. > >Oh, the way her confidence melted as she slipped out >of her dress! By the time she stood before me in her >soft little camisole and cotton shorts, she was >already blushing, already feeling the vulnerability of >what was to come. > >The lecture was slow, methodical. They stood at our >sides, heads bowed, cheeks pink well before anything >else turned pink. They knew what they had done, and >they knew exactly where they were headed. > >Then came Margaret’s crisp instruction, the words >that made Charlotte shudder. > >“Lower your shorts, young lady.” > >And so it began. > >Lillian followed a moment later, her hands shaky but >obedient. Oh, how quickly the sass disappears when >they’re stepping out of the last bit of their >modesty! Over our laps they went, two lovely young >bottoms, bared and waiting for maternal correction. >And correct them we did. > >The contrast was almost comical- two perfectly tanned >young ladies, golden from days in the sun, yet the >moment their shorts were peeled away, oh, what a >sight! Their bottoms, untouched by the sun, were >stark, creamy white against their bronzed backs and >thighs. “Well, well,” I mused, giving >Charlotte’s bare hip a playful tap. “Looks like >the sun missed a few spots. Good thing we won’t.” >Beside me, Evelyn let out a soft chuckle, tracing a >manicured nail along Lillian’s equally pale >backside. “I’d say we’re about to bring a little >color here too, wouldn’t you agree?” And with >that, our hands rose in unison. > >Let’s just say by the time it was over, there was >not a trace of arrogance left in either girl—only >tear-streaked faces and two very sore, very humbled >young ladies. > >And then, sniffling, noses red, shorts barely clinging >to well-spanked little bottoms, they were marched >straight back to the boy and his mother. And in >perfect unison, they recited exactly what had >happened, from start to very sore finish. > >I do believe they found that part almost worse than >the spanking itself. > >But I promise you, not a single sharp remark passed >their lips for the rest of the evening. And when I >tucked my darling into bed, her bottom still glowing, >she whispered a meek little, “Goodnight, Mommy.” > >Mission accomplished.
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