Typical Tuttle Mother-in-Law

Author's Note:  Due to absolutely no demand whatsoever, I have decided to pen another story in my amazingly popular Tuttle series (and I wish to thank all THREE of you who have faithfully read the entire set of stories) set in a Southern town during the 1950s.

It was a miserable late winter day in Tuttle distinguished by drizzling rain, fog, cold temperatures, and numerous automobile accidents. On top of that, Beverly had just ended a rather disturbing phone conversation with her mother, Anna-Jane or AJ to her friends. It seems that her mother was on the verge of being evicted from her apartment due to non-payment of rent. Naturally, it was a little more complicated, as AJ had been making payments, but was getting further and further behind and the landlord would simply extend no more credit. Her problem, since her husband's death three years ago, was that her job at the real estate office constituted her only source of income. For the first two years she was doing quite well, but now with the economic downturn, no one was buying houses and the real estate office had no choice, but to drastically cut her hours.

In normal economic times this would have been no problem as Anna-Jane was a very competent secretary and would easily be able to find work elsewhere. With the current poor economy, there weren't any jobs... ANYWHERE.

Upon learning of her mother's situation, Beverly quickly suggested that she should move in with them, her and Ryan, her husband. After all, they had four empty bedrooms, as the house, Ryan inherited from his parents, was huge.

Her desperate mother did not want to be a burden, but had few options. Nevertheless, AJ knew this would only be possible with Ryan's consent, so she suggested that Bev talk it over with Ryan. They would then chat again tomorrow. Time was of the essence unfortunately, as her landlord was becoming most impatient.

Once they hung up, Beverly was thinking about how to approach Ryan, who she knew from experience would be in a foul mood, when he got home from work. Ryan was a deputy for Sheriff Joe Carter. Ryan liked his job and liked working for Joe Carter. Liked his job, that is, but NOT on days like today. Beverly knew from reports on the radio that Ryan would be outside in the rain and fog all day writing accident reports.

Further, Beverly had no idea what Ryan would think about his mother-in-law moving in with them. They seemed to get along OK, but Anna-Jane could be a bit “bossy” at times. With these thoughts in mind, Bev decided to make Ryan's favorite for dinner and only broach the subject AFTER dinner.

A short time later, Ryan arrived home and his first comment was, “What a crappy day! Every year it's the same. We have a spike in accidents at the beginning and at the end of winter. At the beginning it's because people don't realize how slippery the pavements are.  At the end it's because people just assume winter is over and the pavements are dry. Well, they are NOT dry and are still very slippery!!”

“Anyhow, my day was just awful. Hope yours was better.”

“Welllll...” replied Beverly, “I got some bad news, but we'll discuss that later.”

“Uh Oh!  Do I need to get my hairbrush ready?”

“No, Nooo... nothing like that. Let's eat and then we can talk,” answered Beverly as she brought in the hot food.

No, surprise, dinner was a total success. Beverly then told Ryan of her mother's plight and the offer she made to have her move in with them. Beverly feared Ryan might consider this overstepping her authority. (This is a discussion they had had before which always ended with Beverly's pants around her ankles and a sound spanking over his knees.) Surprisingly, Ryan supported her idea with, “Well, clearly we have to do something! We can't let your poor mother be tossed out on the street. We could offer her financial support, but as you know, our finances aren't that strong. Moving in might be the best solution... at least temporarily.”

“Temporarily?? What do you mean by that?” asked Beverly.

“Well, as I see it, there are two options we can offer Anna-Jane. She is welcome to visit us as a 'guest' and can stay in the guest room on the first floor. While here, she can attempt to get her finances in order and then seek permanent accommodations elsewhere. Alternatively, she can move in with us as 'family' on the second floor and can stay permanently. However, as 'family' she'll be expected to contribute as opposed to being treated as a guest. Naturally, she'll be required to obey all family rules and accept consequences on each and every breach.”

“I mean, to me this seems like a fair offer. How does it strike you, Bev?” asked Ryan.

“It seems very fair to me too! I'm just not sure after living alone these last three years whether mom'll be interested in following rules again like she had to when Dad was alive. I'll talk it over with her tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll clean up here, you take a hot shower and then we'll both go to bed.”

~00O00~

Next morning Bev called her mom and explained Ryan's options. She further explained the “contribute” part to mean help with cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. Naturally, Beverly considered any help she got in these areas as a very positive change. She then mentioned the next part, family rules and consequences.

Before she even got started Anna-Jane jumped in, “You don't have to explain that to me, Beverly Ann! I understand exactly what that means. Obey the rules or you get a hard spanking. That's the way it worked when your father was alive. For 23 wonderful years, that is 21 married and 2 years as a girlfriend, I lived obeying the rules or suffering the consequences. No, Beverly, you don't have to explain what that means to ME.”

She further added, “I would expect nothing less. As you know, I have no problem obeying rules... when it suits me. I also have no problem suffering consequences when I get caught not following them. I'm quite certain you live under these same conditions, Beverly, and you are happy. I mean, Bev, this is Tuttle! In Tuttle, husbands have always spanked their misbehaving wives and girlfriends - before they became wives. I am fully prepared to accept Ryan's terms to join your household. Just so you know, I have several friends who've moved in with their daughters and son-in-laws. Every single one gets spanked on occasion. It's to be expected. It is NORMAL in Tuttle.”

Bev was thrilled that she had solved her mother's problem and was very happy to be getting some help with housekeeping chores. Typical of Beverly, however, she had not thought this situation through.

Later that night, Ryan was giving Bev a list of people to call to arrange movement of her mother's things. Just as importantly, he gave her a list of people to avoid. He further emphasized this with, “I mean it! Do NOT call or have anything to do with these people. They are no good AND... you don't want to get a spanking the first day your mother is here.”

'On my God! What have I done?' thought Beverly. 'My mother will hear and possibly even SEE me getting spanked! What have I done? Oh no, no no!'

But it was too late for second thoughts now. The wheels were already in motion. Of course, the simple solution would be to obey and respect her husband and... And there would be no spankings! Historically speaking, however, the odds were not good as Bev had not gone two weeks without getting spanked since they married - two years ago.

~00O00~

A week after her mother moved in, Bev asked Ryan whether the two of them could visit the new mall two towns over. Somehow, they got ads showing there were terrific sales going on. Ryan answered, “Yes, you may go, but head home before 4:30pm.” He further explained, “You are in the foothills, the sun goes down early, you don't know the roads, and the driving can be treacherous.”

Around 6:30pm that evening a worried Ryan got a call from Bev who was at a farmhouse. It seems on a sharp curve they slid off the road and were stuck in a small ditch. Nobody was hurt... not even the car. It was just... stuck!

Ryan gave clear directions, “Go back to the car and wait! I'll have a guy, I know, pull you free. Enjoy sitting, because you won't be doing much once you get home.”

At 8:00pm they showed up looking quite concerned, but Bev had a plan. She'd show Ryan the clothes she bought and the fantastic savings she'd achieved. Surely, he couldn't be mad once he realized how much money she had saved.

Well, once again, Bev had NOT thought through her arguments. After showing Ryan the dress price tags and the actual receipts, Ryan objected, “Wait just a minute here! Yes, I can see significant savings, but..., but we agreed to a $200 per week spending cap. As you know, the downstairs bathroom needs major work.”

A nervous Beverly remarked, “$200 right, but I think we are pretty close. Let me see those receipts.”

Ryan handed her one and commented, “Well this one is for $175 and there are 3 more receipts.”

A now very worried Beverly looked at her mother and mumbled, “Oh dear. I think I have a problem... a BIG problem.”

“That's NOT your only problem,” explained Ryan. “Didn't I tell you to be on the road by 4:30?”

“Yes, you did,” replied Beverly looking down and in a very rueful voice. At which point, Anna-Jane confessed, “To be fair, Ryan, you told BOTH of us. It's partly my fault as I forgot to wind my watch this morning and it stopped around 3:45. I simply thought we had plenty of time.”

“OK, I understand, but don't tell me mall has no clocks!” countered Ryan.

“What can we say? We screwed up! We got on the road too late, the sun went down early as you predicted, and we slid off on that curve,” admitted Anna-Jane.

“Very well!  We'll settle this at 10:30 tonight in the den. You will both be there in your bed clothes and ON TIME!” instructed Ryan.

“Further,” Ryan continued, “Beverly Ann, you will now accompany me to my den where we will deal with your spending habits. Anna-Jane, I was going to ask you to prepare something to eat, but I think it would be better for you to come with us and learn firsthand how discipline is dispensed in this household.”

“Noooo!” shrieked Beverly, “Mom can't watch me getting spanked!”

“Sweetie, do you have any idea of how many times over the years I've seen you getting spanked?” asked Anna-Jane.

“Exactly!” replied Ryan. “This is not for your benefit, Sweetheart, but for your mother.  She needs to understand what will happen later on tonight when we deal with poor timekeeping.”

With that, all three proceed to the den. Upon entering Beverly stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her skirt.  She then unbuttoned and slid her skirt completely off.  Standing barefoot in her blouse and half skirt, she reached up under the skirt and released the tabs on her nylon stockings.  Once the tabs were free, she placed her thumbs in the waistbands of both girdle and panties pushing them down to her ankles.  It was a struggle as the girdle was tight, but with concerted effort coupled with a lot of wiggling she got both over her hind end and eventually to her ankles where she stepped out.  Panties and girdle where then added to her skirt on Ryan's desk. Her preparations were still not complete as once again she reached up under her skirt and only this time, she slowly rolled her nylons down to her knees.

While Beverly was busy preparing herself for her upcoming punishment, Ryan brought a sturdy, heavy armless chair to the center of the room. He next opened the bottom drawer on his desk and retrieved a large, heavy wooden hairbrush.

Anna-Jane knew exactly what was going on. That chair clearly was the “spanking chair” in this house for why else have such a heavy old chair? The hairbrush she recognized as an exact duplicate of the one her husband used on her many, many times. Roger, her husband, claimed it was a gift from Pastor Carl. (Well, that was one “gift” she'd longed to return and she can tell you where precisely where she'd put it on that stupid pastor.) Next, AJ was not the least bit surprised by Beverly's removal of her underwear because in Tuttle... all misbehaving wives and girlfriends are spanked on bare bottoms. What concerned her, however, was Bev lowering her nylons.  There was only one explanation for this. Ryan would be applying some swats to Beverly's totally bare thighs and from experience, AJ knew those swats would be beyond excruciating.

Little was said while the preparations were on going. Bev, for her part, knew she was guilty of disobedience and was fully aware of how justice was administered in her house. She'd learned long ago that any attempts to mitigate or avoid punishment were only met with additional punishment. Consequently, she raised her slip up high and dutifully lay across Ryan's waiting lap. Her hands eventually found the floor where she knew they must remain; otherwise... her bare thighs would suffer serious hairbrush swats. Her knees were bent and toes just touched the floor. She wiggled a little trying to get comfortable and at the same time, to present her bare cheeks in the proper position for the hard spanking that was coming.

Ryan was satisfied with Beverly's preparations, but it was now time to dispense discipline. He raised the heavy brush high up and brought it down with a hard CCRRACCK on her right cheek.  Wasting no time, he repeated the spank on the same cheek...  CCRACCKKK.  He then delivered two hard and quick spanks to her left cheek. 

Bev only hissed at the first three spanks, but yelled “OOWWWW!” on the fourth and from that point on, each spank was met with an energetic vocal response.

Pleased to hear his wife was finally acknowledging the spanking, Ryan then delivered five quick hard spanks to her right cheek and immediately five to the left. Bev was now screeching in pain and her bottom cheeks were writhing in an instinctive attempt to alleviate the pain that was building in her hind end.

With twenty hard swats delivered, Ryan felt it was time to ensure Beverly learned her lesson.  The next two hard swats were aimed for the top of Bev's right upper thigh.

Beverly yelled out, “NOOOOO,  NOOOOO! RYAN, IT HURTS TOO MUCH!  I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON!!  PLEASE STOP!”

Ignoring his disobedient wife, Ryan delivered two hard spanks to the top of her left upper thigh.

“OH GOD IT HURTS!  RYAN, HAVE MERCY!” screamed the now seriously crying Beverly.

Satisfied that he has his wife's attention, Ryan returned to her bottom cheeks with three quick, hard hairbrush spanks on the right and followed by three on the left cheek. This completed her punishment for overspending and Ryan helped her up.

Anna-Jane watched as Beverly stood up and her slip fell down covering her red and welted bottom globes. She noticed that Bev made no attempt to rub her very sore backside and made a note to ask Bev about that. Now her husband, Roger, never seemed to care if she rubbed her bottom after a spanking, but the rules in this house might be different. Best she find out before her impending punishment later tonight.

Then seeing Beverly was still crying and made no attempt to put her clothes in order, Anna-Jane quickly grabbed Bev's clothes said, “Beverly, let's get you to settle down in your room so that Ryan can get some work done and I'll prepare dinner.”

Anna-Jane then escorted the crying Beverly out of the den. By the time she got her to her bedroom, Beverly had stopped crying and was just hiccupping and sniffling. While Bev sought the comfort of her bed she remarked, “Boy! That was some spanking!” 

“Boy! That was some ACTING is what you mean.”

“WHAT??”

“Come on, Beverly, you've had much harder spankings than that from your father. I don't recall you ever screaming and carrying on like you did just now. Now, if I had overspent as you did, your father would have given me TWICE the spanking that you got. Indeed, some thirty little hairbrush spanks!! You'll get no sympathy from me.” While she was admonishing her daughter, she slowly lifted Bev's slip to see the condition of her punished rump. AJ then remarked, “Not too bad, but you stay here and quiet down. I'll go get a washcloth and some ice and we'll try to get some of that swelling down.”

“Nooo!  We can't do that! Ryan believes that we must get the full benefit from every spanking. Any efforts to relieve the sting will only earn further punishment,” explained a worried Beverly.

“Ahhh, so that's why you didn't rub your bottom at the end of your spanking. Now I understand! Nevertheless, I'm still getting that cloth and ice. You can blame me if we get caught, but from my experience husbands are like painters.  That is, both like to work on fresh white canvass. After the ice treatment your backside will be in better condition for our upcoming punishment. Now lie down and relax.”

Anna-Jane did as promised.  She tended to the welted behind of her daughter and at the same time, she prepared a simple, yet satisfying meal for dinner.

Alone in his den, Ryan was very pleased that he had some peace and quiet as he had a several accident reports to complete. While doing this he couldn't help, but think about what he was going to do with Anna-Jane later that evening. He'd already decided his 22-year-old wife would be getting the school paddle applied to her behind, but what to do with Anna-Jane, his 43-year-old mother-in-law?

 

Now, for Beverly this was no big deal as a few years back she was fairly routinely getting paddled by her principal and teachers.  Should he also apply the paddle to his mother-in-law?  After all she had volunteered that she was “partly at fault”, so shouldn't she get the same punishment? On the other hand, the 31-year-old Ryan had never spanked her and had no idea when she was last spanked. Maybe he should give Anna-Jane some kind of “first time clemency” - maybe a hand spanking or maybe half as many paddle swats?  Maybe no spanking at all? Next the issue of protect was another dilemma.  That is, does Anna-Jane have to bare her bottom for punishment? All of these thoughts were swirling around in his head and giving him a headache. Fortunately, the merry-go-round ended when AJ called him to dinner.

~00O00~

After dinner Ryan returned to the den as he still had paperwork to finish and while doing that he was thinking once again about what to do with his mother-in-law.  Before he realized it there was a knock on the door. Bev and Anna-Jane entered both dressed in robes. It was 10:30! Having resolved nothing concerning AJ, Ryan decided, 'Oh hell, let's see how this plays out.'

Both mother and daughter came in looking down and sheepish.  After all, they were in trouble so no point in making things worse.

Ryan took the lead with, “Just to be clear, no one here is being punished for the sliding off the road. That was an accident; could happen to anyone. You are being punished for failure to obey my explicit directions to avoid driving in the dark. So Beverly, time to pay homage to Great Uncle Alfred – 10 swats!”

Deliberate disobedience was not the issue here. Neither had intended to disobey. It was more a lack of attention.  'Well, ten good paddle swats on her bare behind ought to provide a tangible reason to stay focused... at least... for a little while,' reasoned Ryan.

Beverly stepped out of her slippers, took off her robe, and handed to her clearly perplexed mother. While handing she whispered, “That means I'm getting the school paddle.  I hate that damn thing.”  Bev then asked if she could use the clips. Ryan opened his top drawer and handed her two. “Mom, would you please clip my night shirt up in back,” asked Bev as she turned her back to her mother. (Normally she'd just remove her night shirt entirely, but preferred not to be paddled nude in front of her mother.) AJ raised up the team jersey nightie only to discover Bev was nude underneath. AJ just assumed that Bev left off her panties as they'd be coming down anyways. Anyway, AJ completed the clipping and watched Bev walk to a wall that had a painting of a distinguished old man.

Once there she reached above the painting and grabbed a dark wood paddle and handed to Ryan. AJ was surprised as she never noticed the paddle before and she'd been in this room dozens of times.  The dark wood of the paddle blended in with the wood paneling.  Another thing she hadn't notice is the line of dark narrow tape on the carpet.  Bev put her feet on this line then leaned over placing her hands on both sides of the painting.  Undeniably, this was an ideal position in which to receive the paddle.  Her feet were shoulder with apart, she was bent over, but not too far, and her bottom jutted out perfectly.  In other words, a “perfect” target for that paddle.

Ryan approached the bent over Beverly and tapped the paddle against both cheeks of his wife's sturdy and out-thrusting globes. No, question, this was not the first time for either of them. Ryan lifted the paddle back while his eyes were focused on those loose, slack, pale pink cheeks patiently awaiting their punishment. This would be the last time tonight those cheeks would be so still and so pale. (AJ's ice remedy was somewhat successful in removing both redness and swelling.)  He then slammed the paddle into the waiting cheeks with a firm stroke....  WWHHACKKK!

“mmmmfff” was the muffled vocal response coming from Bev, but her bottom was obviously feeling discomfort.  On the next swat AJ could actually see the paddle compress the meat in both of Bev's bare cheeks setting them in motion. Fairly quickly the bouncing cheeks rebounded back into position ready for the next punishment swat.  While the ice treatment reduced the throbbing in her hind end, the paddle swats brought it back with interest. On the third swat, Bev could no longer contain the pain and yelled out:  “YEEEOUCH!!”.  From then until the end, each and every swat was met with a screech of pain and her hind cheeks were in constant motion clenching, un-clenching, wiggling etc. In short, trying anything and everything to dispel the intense pain.

In addition to the loud vocal response, after each swat Bev lurched forward towards Uncle Alfred. She subsequently rocked back into position. Ryan timed the next swat to land just as her rump was back in position.  This is a “dance” that was well practiced.  Even while crying hard, Beverly “rocked” herself back into position for the next paddle swat. There was no wasted time and the paddling ended fairly quickly.  Once over, Bev stood up crying, and hiccupping. She immediately started dancing, hopping, jumping up and down all in an attempt to relieve the fireballs of pain throbbing in sore her hind cheeks. Just as she had earlier, however, Beverly made no attempt to rub or soothe her inflamed bottom. 

Upon seeing that Beverly's punishment was over, AJ announced, “Well... guess it's my turn.” Anna-Jane took off her rob, stepped out of her slippers and approached Uncle Alfred.  Once there she immediately, lowered her pajama bottoms leaving her standing in her full cut lemon colored, rayon panties. Ryan, paddle in hand, approached thinking, 'Well, those pants won't offer much protection, so maybe...'

Before Ryan completed his thought, AJ skimmed her panties to her ankles and reached for Uncle Alfred in exactly the same manner as Beverly. To say Beverly and Ryan were surprised would be an understatement.  In addition to surprise, Ryan noticed the strong family resemblance in her backside to Beverly's.  They weren't totally identical in that Anna-Jane's could best be described and heavy and low slung. In fact, this is the perfect bottom for the paddle.  The padding is down low, where the paddle can land hard without fear of unintended damage. The soft fatty tissue could easily absorb paddle swats and the flesh is highly sensitive so each swat will send a clear signal that improved behavior is necessary.  “Necessary” that is, to avoid repeated applications of the paddle.

Ryan then tapped the pale white, waiting cheeks and asked, “Ready?”

“No, NO!  I forgot,” answered Anna-Jane as she reached down to her pajama bottoms and pulled something out of the pocket.  She then resumed position and place what she had retrieved in her mouth and bit down. Then it was down to business and Ryan proceeded similar to Beverly's punishment.  The “rocking” motion was the same as was the compressing and bouncing motion of the punished cheeks. What differed greatly was the volume of the response.  All that came from Anna-Jane was a muffled, “mmmmmfff” after each swat, even on the hard final swat. Upon completion, AJ quickly raised her panties and PJ bottoms, stepped into her slippers and got into her robe.

Nothing more was said. Errant behavior was punished as was typical and expected in Tuttle. Ryan returned to his paperwork and the girls left the den together. 

Still hiccupping, Beverly turned to her mother and said, “Now that was some paddling and don't tell me you've had worse!”  

AJ responded, “Well, I HAVE had worse, but I agreed it was a good spanking. It was fair. I mean, we need to stay better focused. Those ten hard swats will help us do that.  In truth, your father would never have been satisfied with a single paddling.  I'd get a minimum of two and more likely three paddlings, always at bedtime, but spaced two days apart.  He just believed that multiple spankings did a better job of reinforcing the need to stay focused.”

“And another thing, why did you drop your pants?  Ryan didn't ask you to.” 

Anna-Jane surprised by her daughter's question, replied quickly, “Why I've never been paddled any other way.”

“Really??? Even in school?”

“Yes, certainly.  It made no difference; father, school, sorority, boyfriend, husband... always bare.”

“Always bare in school even on your first visit to the principal?”

AJ thought for a minute and then explained, “In our day, each and every discipline visit to the principal ended with our pants down and the paddle soundly applied to our bare behinds.  There was no exception just because it was your first visit. Same went with teachers.”

“You mean you were paddled bare out in the hallways or even worse... in CLASS??” queried a shocked Beverly.

“No, we never had that.  Teachers ordered us to visit the “paddling room” after school.  There was a huge bench outside that students queued up on. We all knew what we were there for.  Inside the room they had five of those old-fashioned desks. You know, the kind that screwed to the floor.  So five teachers could be disciplining their errant students at one time.  Remember I attended an all-girls school.  If a desk was vacant, a teacher would escort one of his students in to get 2 to 6 paddle swats and as I said, it was always on the bare bottom. I can still remember the noise in that room. It was just terrible; you had loud paddle whacks, teachers lecturing, girls crying, girls screaming and girls begging.  By comparison getting it in the principal's office was far more civilized, except that the minimum you got was ten swats and the principal had NO upper limit.”

“Wow, I never knew how much better off we had it,” conceded Beverly. “Oh, and what was that you put in your mouth?  Was it a cloth of some kind?”

“Yes, it's just a rolled-up wet washcloth.  It's a trick one of my friends taught me.  It seems Principal Harding, while a strong believer in sound corporal punishment for misbehaving students, didn't like it when their loud cries distracted students studying in their classrooms. Thus, he'd get angry when you made a big fuss and spanked you that much harder.  By clenching the rolled-up cloth in our teeth we could keep our yells to a minimum and save wear and tear on our bare backsides. Later on, I started wetting mine a little, because on hard paddlings my mouth would often get dry due to the all the yelling and screeching.”

“So that's my little trick. I'm heading to bed and before you ask, NO, I will not apply a wet cloth or ice to your backside.  Another ten swats on my bottom right now and I'd be squealing just like you were.  We both must let the paddling do its job. Although, I doubt you will.  If you are anything like me, you'll be wearing Ryan out tonight. He'll be a zombie all day tomorrow.  While jealous, I have no problem with that. You should be making babies! I want grandchildren and lots of them. If we don't get some soon, I'll make sure that paddle of Ryan gets plenty of use.”

“Mother!  You wouldn't dare!  AND I don't want any ice. I'll need those welts and marks tomorrow at bridge club.  The worse my bruises, the more points I'll get.”

“Points?!” asked Anna-Jane.

“Yeah, we get bridge points for battle scared bottoms. The worse it is, the more points you get.  I might even ask an exhausted Ryan for a quick refresher in the morning to bring out the welts from that damn hairbrush.  I mean, I took the punishment; I might as well get the points!”

While the girls where commiserating over their spankings and squabbling as usual, Ryan felt things worked out just fine. Since his mother-in-law was going to be living with them, she might as well get used to being punished for errant behavior. Actually, this arrangement might work out to his advantage. With each fearful of being punished due to the “stupid” behavior of the other, they just might encourage each other to act responsibly.

~00O00~

Well, there it is - a typical mother-in-law moving in with her daughter and son-in-law in the Southern town of Tuttle. Nothing particularly special about this family. In most families, the MIL experienced somewhat of a shock in being returned to an environment where disciplined was enforced by corporal punishment. Now the MIL's all understood this would be the case, nevertheless, they were still unaccustomed to the specific corporal punishment dispensed by their son-in-laws. So a period of “adjustment” usually followed.  In our example, Anna-Jane required no such adjustment.  Indeed, she took her punishment far better than her daughter. Our example is more similar to the situation where the widowed or divorced mother moves in with her son.  Since her son learned how to dispense cp from his father, no adjustment period would be necessary. Anna-Jane understood that as long as she lived in her son-in-law's house, for her misdeeds she would have to bare her backside and receive atonement.

~00O00~