Shutes and Ladders, A Shelly Brooks Story, F/F (Part 3)

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Susan Brooks pulled the Mercedes into the large plaza near the highway junction and made her way past the gas station to the parking lot of the sports bar. Two police cars were still there with their lights on. The Sherriff’s deputies seemed to be interviewing a burly looking fellow in a denim jacket and baseball cap who swayed visibly as he spoke. Looking around she spotted Shelly near the entrance to the building standing with a group of nine or ten kids that looked to be close to her own age. She honked the horn and waved Shelly over. Shelly said some hasty good byes before trotting over to the car. She opened the passenger side door and jumped in. “Thanks for coming to get me, mom,” she said.

“Who are all those people you were with?”

“Just some locals who came to watch the game. One of them recognized me from TV and invited me to join them.”

Susan frowned at her daughter. “What, when were you on TV?”

“On ESPN mom, last week. They show the games on TV. The girlfriends of the players sit together in the stands and sometimes if there’s a delay in the game the camera will zoom in on us and the announcers will say something about which girl is dating which player. They just do it to fill down time in the game.”

“And someone recognized you from that?”

“Well, I did look really cute. I was wearing that cashmere sweater you gave me.”

“Never mind about all of that, what happened here tonight? How on earth did you get thrown out of the place?”

“Oh, it was those New York jerks. It was all their fault, mom,” she said, directing a lethal stare at the New Yorkers who were still being interviews by the police.

“What happened exactly and I want the truth, young lady.”

“We were minding our own business watching the game and those New York people were at the next table. They were mostly older, older than college anyway and they were drinking pretty hard. I guess they were heading back to New York from someplace and just stopped here over night. Anyway, Scott was having a bad night. He threw two interceptions and he fumbled a snap on his own ten yard line. Well, I guess the New York people must have overheard that I was Scott’s girlfriend because they kept making a lot of smart ass remarks about him and the team. We tried to ignore them, but I finally had to give them a piece of my mind.”

“A foul mouthed piece?”

Shelly rolled her eyes at the rebuke. “Yes, mom, I swore. I’m sorry, but they started it and they were picking on my boyfriend and they made me really mad.”

“Is that when you got thrown out?”

“No, the manager came over and told us to cool it because it was a family place and all of that and we did too, but after a while those New York jerks started in again and this time they were saying some pretty rude things about me and Scott. One of the guys in our group got pretty steamed and he went over to say something to the main loudmouth at the New York table. They got into it and the guy shoved him right into this waitress that was carrying a whole tray full of beer pitchers. She fell and the pitchers all broke.”

“Was she hurt?”

“No, thank god, but the manager told us all to leave. The New York guys were giving him a hard time then and that’s when the cops showed up.”

“Well, you had quite a night, didn’t you? This is exactly the kind of thing I was afraid of. It’s why I didn’t want you coming over here.” She put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

“I didn’t plan it, mom, it just happened. I was minding my own business when those jerks started picking on me.”

“You could have just ignored them.”

“I tried to, but they made me really mad. You should have heard the things they were saying. Even the cop I talked to said they were jerks. He knows grandma by the way.”

“Who, the policeman?”

“Yeah, they saw I was from out of town when they checked my I.D. They asked where I was staying locally and when I told him he said he knows her.”

“Well, it’s a small community. They probably all know one another.”

“I’m kind of worried about leaving my car there. Do you think it will be okay?”

“Your grandma said it will be fine. We’ll come back for it first thing tomorrow.”

They rode in silence for several minutes down the dark, winding country road. Susan was clearly in a hurry to get home and Shelly took a white knuckle grip on the arm rest as their speed steadily increased. Finally, she spoke up. “Mom, look how fast you’re going! It’s dark out here. You should slow down.”

“The sooner I get you home the better.”

“If we get home. If you don’t slow down we might hit a cow or something.”

“You let me worry about the driving, young lady.” No sooner had she said it than the blue lights appeared in the rear view mirror. “Damn, that’s all I need tonight,” she said.

“I told you, mom. The speed limit is like 40 on this road. You were doing 65.”

“Just be quiet and let me handle this,” said Susan as she dug out her license and registration. A minute later the cop was at the driver side door.

“Good evening, ma’am. May I see your license, registration and proof of insurance please?”

“Yes, office, I have them right here.” Susan handed over the documents.

“Please stay in the vehicle while I check these,” he said walking back to the police cruiser.

He returned a few minutes later. “All right, these look to be in order,” he said handing back the documents. “May I ask what your hurry is? You were going a good 25 miles over the limit.”

“Oh, my daughter here was involved in some ruckus at that sports bar and I was just trying to get her home before she got into any more trouble.”

“You were mixed up in that fandango, huh. Your license says you live in Abenaki Run. That’s a good thirty miles in the other direction.”

“We’re visiting my mother for the weekend.”

“Who’s your mother?”

“Mrs. Eloise Hutton. She lives just a few more miles down this road.”

“I know your mother well. We go to the same church. She’s a much respected member of our community.”

“Yes, we’re both proud of her.”

“So you’re that Susan Brooks and you must be Shelly, the one that’s dating Scott Spence the quarterback.”

“That’s me,” said Shelly.

The officer grimaced and shook his head. “Boy, he had a bad night.”

“Tell me about it,” Shelly said rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m beginning to understand my daughter’s fame, but how is it you’ve heard of me?” asked Susan.

“You’re mother’s mentioned you and my cousin, Bob is on the force in Abenaki Run. He said he’s pulled you over a couple of times for speeding, but the tickets never go through. You’re husband has some kind of pull with the chief.”

“We belong to the same country club and they play golf together.”

“Well, unless he’s friends with the county Sheriff too I’m thinking you’re going to have to pay this one,” he said handing her a citation. “You really need to ease up on the gas pedal, ma’am. This isn’t like driving in town. It’s very dark out here at night and there are often deer and other animals in the road. Cows even get loose sometimes. You hit one in a car this size it could be the last thing you ever do.”

“Yes, thank you, Deputy Stevens,” she said, glancing at the name on the hefty citation, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Well, I’ll let you ladies be on your way. Please tell you mother that Jim said hello and I’ll see her in church tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll do that. Good night, deputy.”

As the deputy walked back to his cruiser Susan Brooks returned her documents to her purse. “One hundred and twenty dollars,” she said, “that’s really all I need tonight.”

“Well I tried to tell you that you were way over the limit,” said Shelly.

“I wouldn’t have been on the road at all if I didn’t have to come pull your bacon out of the fire, young lady.”

“All I wanted to do was watch the game, mom. I don’t know how things got so out of hand. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll talk about it when we get home. For now just let me concentrate on driving,” Susan said as she pulled off the shoulder and back on to the road.




Fifteen minutes of driving at a more sober forty miles per hour finally brought them back to Eloise Hutton’s house. When they entered the front door Eloise was just coming back into the living room from the kitchen. “Oh good,” she said, “you actually made it back here in one piece. You two have had quite a night, haven’t you?”


“And what is that supposed to mean?” Susan asked. “I just went to the rescue.”

“And got a nice big speeding ticket in the process,” said Eloise, shaking her head.

Susan hung her coat on a hook by the door and tossed her purse on a nearby chair. “And how do you know about that already?”

“I just got off the phone with Jim Stevens. He told me all about it.”

“Oh, good grief! He told on me?”

“He was thoughtful enough to call me and let me know that he had to detain you briefly and not to worry if you were a little late getting back here.”

“Well, I’m sorry, mom, but I was a little distracted dealing with this business with Shelly.”

“I don’t doubt that, and as for you, granddaughter, it seems you’re going to be on the news tonight.”

“What, the news?” Shelly said, while hanging up her own coat.

“Yes, the news. They just showed a teaser with a clip of you at the sports bar reading someone the riot act and swearing like a sailor doing it. I’m not sure what you were going on about, they had to bleep most of it. I can tell you I was more than a little shocked at your behavior, young lady!”

Shelly sighed and wrung her hands not being used to getting chastised by her grandma. “You don’t know the whole story, grandma. It wasn’t my fault. Damn those smart phones! I’ll bet they tried to make it look like I started the whole thing.”

“Well, they knew who you were and that your Scott Spencer’s girlfriend.”

“Great!” said Shelly, “I’ll bet I’m already on Youtube.”

“Well, I don’t know what on earth provoked you, Shelly, but there’s never a good excuse for that kind of language in a public place like that. People bring their children in there for heaven’s sake! Everyone’s going to think my granddaughter is some kind of gutter mouthed football hooligan!” said Eloise.

“I didn’t start it, grandma, honest. There were these jerks from New York in there who were really drunk and they kept sawing awful things about Scott and about me too.”

“They were drunk were they?”

“Yes.”

“And I suppose that was a pitcher of lemonade I saw on your table in that clip.”

“No, grandma, we were drinking too, but we weren’t drunk, not like those guys were.”

Susan Brooks stepped in front of her daughter trying to regain control of the discussion before it became an argument between her daughter and mother. “Shelly, I’ve always told you that if you are ever in a bar when that kind of drunken trouble breaks out that you are to get up and leave right then. If one of those people had had a knife or a gun even then lord knows what might have happened.”

“I know, mom, but I was just minding my own business. I didn’t see why I should have to leave. I kept hoping that those jerks would get kicked out first.”

“I don’t think that’s the only reason you didn’t leave. I think probably you were having a little too much fun being the celebrity girlfriend. I don’t imagine you were anxious to tear yourself away from your court. Now, isn’t that part of it?”

“I guess maybe a little, mom. I’ve never been recognized like that before. They were all so interested in me and they wanted to know what Scott’s really like. I guess it went to my head a little.”

“Well, if you’re going to date a sports star, then you’d better get used to other people wanting to get close to you and you’d especially better get used to getting the kind of scrutiny that you’re evidently going to get from the news media over this little fiasco.”

“Man, I can’t believe they’re going to put that on the news.”

“Oh you can believe it, granddaughter, they’ve been hyping it all evening. By the time we get to church tomorrow the whole town is going to be under the impression that you incited some kind of brawl. I’ll be spending the next two weeks defending you.”

“I’m so sorry, grandma, I didn’t mean to make so much trouble for you. Oh man, this is such a mess!”

“Well, if it isn’t it will certainly do until the mess gets here! Susan, you say you’ve been tanning this girl’s backside when she needs it. If this is how she behaves in public then I have to wonder if you’re giving her the kind of spankings that will really do a big girl like her some good.”

Susan glared at her mother. “I know how to discipline my daughter, mom; I had a good teacher, remember?”

“I’m beginning to wonder just how much you do remember , Susan, but I’d definitely have to say that if this girl has ever needed a good lesson in etiquette it’s now!”

“Oh, we’ll be having a talk about this all right. I was thinking after you leave for church in the morning we could stay behind long enough to deal with this matter and then meet you down there. It’ll probably do her some good to spend an hour sitting her freshly spanked fanny on a hard wood pew. And I do remember what that’s like!”

“No, in as much as I’m the one that’s going to have to convince everyone that Shelly isn’t some sort of hellion, I think I’d like to watch and see exactly how you are dealing with this young lady and I think it would be best if you got it over with right here and now. I imagine Shelly would rather get it over with anyway, wouldn’t you dear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shelly just managed to croak. It was only just dawning on her how much trouble she was actually in.

“Mother, I understand how you feel, but I’ve always promised Shelly that if she has to be disciplined that it will be done in private.”

“For heaven’s sake, Susan, I’m her grandma and you’re her mother and we’re in my house. There are no strangers here and I’m sure Shelly knows that it will never leave this room, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She could already feel the butterflies in her stomach starting to swarm. Not only was she in for a spanking, but it seemed very likely she was going to get it right in front of her grandma and deep down she knew she deserved it.

“That might be true, mom, but I’m still not comfortable with the idea of spanking her in front of you. She’s not a little girl after all.”

“Mom, it’s okay. Grandma’s right, I made so much trouble for her. I don’t mind if she sees. I just want to get this over with.” She turned to her grandma. “You can spank me too if you want to, grandma.”

“Spanking you is your mother’s duty. I’m not going to take a hand. I’ll just watch and make sure you learn a proper lesson.”

Susan Brooks looked at her daughter and sighed. “Well, if you really think you want to get this done here and now I won’t disappoint you, but I don’t think we can possibly let this go with just a hand spanking and I didn’t bring the brush with me. I certainly didn’t imagine that I’d be needing it here.”

“I think you know very well that I can provide a suitable brush, Susan,” said Eloise. “You wait right here and I’ll be back in a jiffy.” She turned and headed up the stairs.

Susan turned her attention back to her errant daughter. “Are you really sure about this, Shelly. I think I can still talk her into letting us go to the bedroom.”

“It doesn’t matter, mom, I just can’t believe grandma is so mad at me.”

“She’s not the only one that’s upset, young lady.”

“I know, mom and I’m sorry, but I was just minding my own business.”

“And if you’d kept on doing that you wouldn’t be in this mess right now, but you had to jump in. I know your temper, Shelly. Once your claws are out you’re like a feral cat and I’m sure the beer didn’t help things either.”

“I know you’re right, mom, I should have just kept my mouth shut. I really am sorry.”

“And I know you’re sorry, Shelly, but I think you know you’re going to be a lot sorrier when your grandma gets back here with that brush.” Shelly could only manage a whimper in response to her mother’s grim pronouncement.

Susan looked around the room. “I guess we’d better get things ready. Go fetch one of those chairs from the dining room table and bring it over here in front of the couch.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shelly said hurrying to do her mother’s bidding.

Once the chair was in position Susan turned an eye to her daughter’s attire. Shelly was wearing a short denim skirt over black leggings with short suede boots. A red turtle neck sweater completed the ensemble. It was going to have to be a very sound spanking. With her mother’s critical eye on the proceedings there was simply no way around it, but she wanted to spare Shelly any unnecessary humiliation. She determined that she could get the skirt up and the leggings down after Shelly was over her lap without much trouble, but the boots with their substantial heels concerned her. “I think you’d better slip those boots off, dear. I’m afraid you’re in for quite a tanning tonight and you know how you kick.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Shelly said. She seated herself on the couch and pulled the boots off, setting them under the coffee table.

Susan was just about to check on her mother when she reappeared at the top of the stairs with a large wood brush dangling from her right hand. The sight brought back numerous unpleasant memories. She felt a cold chill run down her spine.

“I’m sorry I kept you both waiting,” Eloise said. “It took me a few minutes to remember where I put this.” She descended the stairs and handed the brush off to Susan. “Here you go dear. I’m sure you remember your old friend.”

Susan took the proffered brush. “I remember all right. I can’t honestly say we were ever on friendly terms.” She seated herself on the dining room chair and slapped the brush experimentally against her palm. It was substantially similar to her own brush in shape and weight. It was lighter in color but it was a solid wood brush with a broad oval back, a mass of boars hair bristles and a rich coat of shiny varnish that she knew from personal experience made it burn like the fires of hell when applied to a set of bare fanny cheeks.

Eloise seated herself on the couch. “It’s your show, Susan. I’m just going to sit here and watch.”

Susan looked to Shelly who was standing next to the couch chewing her lower lip and looking about as miserable as it was possible for a young lady to look. “Well, Shelly-Lynn, I warned you that that potty mouth was going to get you into serious trouble one day. I spanked you for it more than once, but I guess you didn’t learn the lesson did you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“I guess I’ll have to try a little harder tonight, won’t I?”

“Yes, ma’am.” A single tear broke loose and rolled down her right cheek.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before I tan your naughty behind?”

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you, mom.”

“Don’t you think you should say something to your grandma?”

Shelly turned to her grandma. “I’m so sorry I cause so much trouble, grandma.” The tears were flowing freely now.

Eloise looked up at her woeful granddaughter. “I know you’re sorry, Shelly, but you certainly need a good lesson to make sure nothing like this happens again. As soon as you’ve taken your punishment you and I will think about some damage control for this mess, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Susan slapped the brush against her palm brining Shelly’s attention back to her. “All right, young lady. Over my lap, right now!”

Knowing that there was nothing to do now but get on with it, Shelly marched to the spanking chair. She paused and looked at her mother for some indication as to whether she was expected to bare her bottom first.

“I’ll tend to that, young lady,” she said. “Just get across my lap.”



Shelly bent forward and carefully lowered herself across her mother’s sturdy, denim clad thighs. Once she was across, she made sure to shift herself forward so that her bottom was right up on her mother’s lap the way she always insisted when spanking her. She’d only just settled into position when she heard her mother’s command to lift up. She put her toes against the floor and pushed herself up enough for her mother to ruck the short denim skirt out of the way. She hoped against hope that her mother would leave it at that knowing that the leggings would be of little protection, but it wasn’t to be. In an instant, her mother’s fingers were inside the waistband and with one firm tug they were yanked down to the middle of her thighs. She allowed herself a little whimper before lowering herself back onto her mother’s lap.

“My, she does have a solid seat, doesn’t she,” her grandma said.

“Not so solid that this brush won’t get her attention,” her mother replied. “I think you’d better give me your hand, Shelly Lynn.”

Silently, she offered up her right hand and it was quickly seized by her mother and pined against her right hip. Instinctively, she reached over with her left hand and took a white-knuckled grip on the chair leg. She always had to marvel at what a humbling thing it was to be taken over her mother’s lap for a serious discipline spanking. Just yesterday she’d been the one dishing out the scolding and the spanking and she had to admit she’d felt quite superior doing it. And it was only hours ago that she’d played the queen bee holding court, a role she’d gotten quite comfortable with since her sophomore year in high school, but now here she was once again, bare bottomed across her mother’s lap about to be spanked and spanked soundly like an errant seven year old. Life is just a never ending game of shuts and ladders for me, she thought.

She was startled out of her brief philosophical contemplation by the cool surface of the brush being pressed against her bare right bottom cheek. Oh god, here it comes and I’ll bet she’s really going to blister me good too just to show grandma that she’s as strict as she used to be. Her mother’s grip tightened on her hand and her forearm pressed down against her back. She felt her mother’s weight shift and realized that the brush was now poised to fall on her condemned fanny cheeks. She screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth. There was an unbearable pause and then, WHACK! CRACK!

Scalding heat engulfed the lowest curves of her bottom. She sucked air though her teeth and she struggled to absorb the pain. It was a bad omen. Her mother only started off a spanking like that when she wanted to serve her notice that this was really going to be a lesson!

“That really stings when you haven’t had one in a while, doesn’t it?” Susan said.
“Yes, ma’am!”

“Can I take it then that I have your undivided attention?”

“Yyyes, ma’am,” she stammered desperately trying to suck more air into her lungs.

“Why are you getting this spanking, Shelly Lynn?”

“Because I used bad language in public.”

“And?”

“And I didn’t leave when I saw there was going to be trouble.”

“That’s right, young lady, bad language and bad judgment. We’ve discussed both of those things before, haven’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, tonight I mean to make sure you really learn the lesson once and for all!”

WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK!

The brush was falling anew. Slow hard swats all over her bottom. Eight, ten she wasn’t sure. The pain was such that she quickly lost count. “YEOWWW! OH! AH! OUCH! PLEASE, OWEEE!”

At the outset she had resolved to be at least a little brave in front of her grandma, but she quickly realized that it wasn’t a fight she was going to win. No matter how many times you went though it you never got used to it. There was just no experience on earth that compared to having your bare seat walloped by an angry mom wielding a big wood hairbrush. Each time was like a religious experience.

CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! The brush continued to impart its fiery lesson.

“OH! OUCH! PLEASE, OWEEE! AH! MOM PLEASE! I’M SORRY, OUCH!”





Susan tightened her grip on her frantically squirming daughter and landed a vigorous salvo of swats against the lowest curves of her muscular rump. Shelly kicked her feet in the air and whipped the carpet with her chestnut tresses but neither action did anything to move her burning butt cheeks out of the line of fire.

“YEEOOOWW! OH! AH! PLEASE MOM, I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, I’LL LISTEN! MOMMY PLEASE, OUCH!

Susan couldn’t help but smile a little as she tattooed her daughter’s rapidly reddening fanny with the brush. She always knew they were into the meaty part of the lesson when the mommies started slipping out.

“Do you have any idea how disappointed I am with your behavior tonight, Shelly Lynn Brooks?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again!”

“No I don’t think it will. Not when I get done with this lesson!” She gave Shelly another prolonged drumming spreading the swats all over her bottom.

“OW! OH! YEEOOOWWCH! PLEASE MOMMY I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!”

It was the moment Susan had been waiting for. Shelly had completely surrendered herself to the lesson. There was no resistance and she was crying in earnest. “Look at me please, Shelly,” she commanded.

She pushed some of the hair away from her face and turned her head to look up and her mother over her shoulder. It was the sight Susan expected to see. Hair sticking to her tear stained face, snot, slobber. Like she’d been rode hard and put away wet. Clearly she wouldn’t forget this spanking any time soon. “Shelly Lynn, are we ever going to need to have this discussion again?”

“No, ma’am. Never again, I swear!” Shelly said shaking her head in the negative.

“All right, let’s finish this lesson up then.” She tightened her grip on her daughter and prepared to administer the dreaded coup de grace.

“Oh no,” Shelly whimpered, knowing fully well that there was no escape.

WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!

Susan banged out ten rapid fire swats right across the lowest curves of Shelly’s rump. Right where she’d feel them the most when she sat.

Shelly let out a final lusty howl. There were a few seconds of frantic leg kicking and then she went limp across her mother’s lap and bawled in earnest.

Susan set the brush down and surveyed the damage. Both muscular cheeks were deeply crimsoned and bruises were starting to come up on the lowest curves where she’d landed the hardest swats. As Shelly cried it out, she gently rubbed the scalded flesh for her. Finally, the sobs subsided to sniffles.

“Are you going to live?” Susan asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Shelly said through her sniffles. “May I get up?”

“Of course, dear.” She helped her daughter slide off her lap and onto her knees. Shelly wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and then gently cupped her smoldering fanny cheeks.

“Well, that certainly looked like a very effective spanking,” said Eloise from her place on the sofa. “I’ll bet even a big, strong girl like Shelly won’t forget that any time soon, will you granddaughter?”

“No, ma’am, grandma, I sure won’t,” Shelly said. She looked a fright and she was still hiccupping a little as she struggled to recover from her latest shellacking at her mother’s very capable hands.

“Mom, could you please get Shelly some tissues?” Susan asked.

Eloise grabbed some from a dispenser on the end table and brought them to Shelly. She took them gratefully, drying her tears and blowing her nose. Finally feeling halfway recovered she eased the leggings back over her battered rump and pulled her skirt back down. Slowly, she got to her feet. “I’m so sorry, mom,” she said.

Susan stepped forward and embraced her. “It’ll be okay, Shelly, but I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson about that bad language. I’ve always warned you it would get you into big trouble someday.”

“Boy, it sure did.” She turned and went to her grandma. “I’m sorry I caused so much trouble, grandma.”

Eloise embraced her. “You took your punishment and that’s all over now,” she said. “When we go to church tomorrow I’ll arrange with the pastor for you to have some time to apologize to everyone. That should go a long way towards repairing your image around here.”

“Oh grandma, do I have too?”

“No, you can stay here and cut some nice whippy switches from the willow tree out back and we’ll discuss it some more when I get home if you’d rather.”

“I’ll go to church, I’ll go to church,” Shelly said.

“Somehow I thought you’d see it my way.”

“Yes, grandma.” In truth, she was actually rather curious to see what a real old fashioned switching would be like, but she had no desire to have her first such experience on an already bruised and battered bottom. Her current switching fantasy concerned her and Scott on a remote running trail.


To Be Continued.