NEVER TOO OLD, PART 1 (Prequel)
August, 1950
by Gene Hyatt

"Want some more coffee, Martha?" Peg Jackson asked, "or some more coffee cake?"

Martha Maxwell shook her head. "I'm coffeed out, hon, and another piece of that cake will put ten pounds on my hips."

"I'll have another piece, Mom."

Peg looked at her daughter. "Oh no you won't. You've already had two, and I don't need an overweight nine year old on my hands."

Nancy pouted, but didn't push the issue. She was in trouble with her Dad already and didn't think arguing with her Mom would be a good idea.

Martha glanced at the clock. "Shouldn't we get started if we want to be at Marshall Fields when the doors open? There'll be a mob for the first day of the sale."

"You're right," Peg said, "but..." she hesitated as a blush painted her cheeks.

"But what? You do want to go, don't you?"

"Of course I want to go, but...oh hell, I might as well tell you. I've got a spanking coming and Bill said I wasn't to leave until he came back from the store and gave it to me."

Nancy giggled. "Mom was a bad girl yesterday. She forgot to put gas in the car and Daddy ran out last night."

Her mother glared at her. "I seem to remember that your bottom is in for some trouble this morning too, so I wouldn't gloat if I were you."

Nancy's giggle stopped short and the smile disappeared. "I'm sorry, Mom," she said.

"I'm sorry, Peg. Why didn't you call me? I wouldn't have come over so early. I'll go sit in the car when Bill gets here."

"Oh, don't bother, Martha. You know I get spanked, and I know you get spanked. Do me a favor, though. Bill spanks us in the living room 'cause the neighbors can hear through the bedroom wall, so please stay here in the kitchen when I get it. I don't mind you hearing me get one, but I'd hate to have you see me kicking and everything."

"Sure, kid. I wouldn't like you watching Dave put me through my paces, either. Now let's talk about more pleasant things. What are you planning on buying at the sale?"

Before Peg could answer, her husband came through the back door. "Hi, Martha," he said as he put a new set of spark plugs and wires on the counter. "Going to spend a little money today, I hear."

Martha nodded. "A little is all I can afford, I'm afraid, since you and Dave didn't get paid yet for that last house you built."

"Yeah, I know. We're on a reduced budget, too, but the bank promised to come through with the mortgage next week, and then we'll get ours, too. Guess that's one of the problems of owning your own business."

He looked at Nancy who was trying to be as small as possible. "I think we have an appointment, young lady. Bring your chair to the living room."

His daughter started to get up but stopped when her mother said, "Bill, can I have mine first so we can get to the sale? I need some new underwear and I want to get there early before the good stiff is gone."

"Doesn't matter to me who goes first. Take your chair into the living room then, and let's get it over with. I've got to tune up the car yet this morning."

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief at her short reprieve. She and Martha watched as Peg carried her chair into the living room. Her husband followed, rolling up his right shirt sleeve. They heard the chair as it was put down on the hardwood floor and then Bill's voice. It had lost it's conversational tone and now sounded like a drill sergeant's. "You're going to get a bare butt spanking. Get ready."

There were no other sounds in the house and Martha could easily hear the rustle of cloth and pictured Peg raising her skirt and slip and tucking them into her waist band. Then came the snap of elastic against skin as Peg's nervous fingers let her panty elastic slip as she stretched it to lower them. She was glad that Dave always bared her himself. It must be awful to take down your own panties for a spanking, she thought. Then came the scuffling sounds that could only mean that Peg was turning her bare behind to the ceiling as she bent over her husband's knees. "It won't be long now," Nancy whispered, and Martha nodded.

"You know why you're getting this."

"Yes, dear. I'm sorry I forgot the gas."

The next instant, both listeners jumped as they heard Bill's hand explode against Peg's bare skin followed quickly by her loud "Ooooooh!"

"Wow! Sounds like Mom's in for a real hard one," Nancy said as six more loud splats sounded in quick succession.

Martha winced in sympathy with each whack that landed on her friend's bare bottom. The sound took her back twelve years to the day the two of them had been caught skipping class and she had to sit in the principal's outer office under the watchful eyes of his secretary and listen to Peg being paddled. It was terrible sitting there listening to the swats and Peg's howls and knowing that she was next. At least this time, I don't have to worry about that, she thought.

In the living room, Peg was undergoing one of Bill's hardest spankings. Last night had not been the first time she'd used all of the gas without refilling, but he was determined that it would be the last, at least for a long time. His arm rose and fell with such speed that it was almost a blur. As his large calloused palm approached his wife's squirming butt, he applied wrist action that caused it to snap against the rapidly reddening skin with as much force as he could muster. After only a minute, Peg was yelling with each one and drumming the toes of her shoes on the floor.

As Peg's punishment neared the five minute mark, Martha began to squirm in her chair as her own bottom tingled in sympathy. She knew exactly what her friend was going through-- the embarrassment of being bare-bottom spanked like a teenager, the humiliation of not being able to keep from yelling and kicking and crying, and, worst of all, the hellish fire that started as a warm glow and rapidly built to a raging conflagration that consumed all and pushed everything else from your mind.

Suddenly the smacking sounds stopped. There was a short scuffle and Peg cried out, "No! Please! Not there!" The spanks began again, but they were slower and the sound was somehow different, and Peg's cries of pain were even louder. Martha glanced questioningly at Nancy who whispered, "Daddy's spanking the inside of her thighs now."

Martha shuddered. The inside of her thighs? God, that must hurt. David had never spanked her there. Of course, the paddle he always used on her was not meant for that. For once she was grateful that he used a paddle instead of his hand. The thigh spanks stopped after two or three dozen. There was another pause and more scuffling sounds, and then the smacks began again as did Peg's cries.

"Daddy's spanking the low down parts of her butt. You know the part where it's real tender---where you sit" Martha nodded. She knew only too well. David was fond of using the paddle there. "It'll be over in a minute," Nancy continued and began to rub her own bottom in anticipation of her fast-approaching session.

Nancy was right. The smacks stopped after another couple of dozen or so. Peg's spanking had lasted almost ten minutes. "Let that be a lesson to you," Bill said sternly. They heard Peg's scuffles as she pushed herself up and then her feet on the floor as she danced around the room still emitting little cries and ouches. At one point she passed into their line of sight through the door--a twenty-eight year old woman with her skirts tucked up, naked from the waist down except for shoes and anklets, but hands clamped to her dark purple bottom as she tried to dance the pain away.

Bill let her dance for a couple of minutes, then ordered her to stand in front of him. Still sobbing, she obeyed. "Did that teach you anything?"

"Oh, God! Yes! Darling, you really gave me a good one! I won't forget to gas up anymore; I really won't."

"I hope not. You can get dressed. Nancy, get in here!" he ended loudly.

His daughter got up slowly and walked to the door just as her mother came through it carrying her panties in her hand and shaking down her skirts. Peg looked at Martha and managed a little smile through the tears that still trickled down her cheeks. "I should have charged you admission for that one."

Martha smiled back. "Are you okay, hon? You really got a hot one. Are you sure you still want to go shopping?"

Bill's voice came from the living room, softer now but sill with authority, "You're going to get a bare butt spanking, young lady. Get ready."

Peg glanced at the door and shook her head in sympathy. "I'll be okay. Just let me go to the bathroom and clean up and put on some new makeup, and then we can leave. But I'll tell you one thing--I won't be trying on any shoes today."