Jane's eyes burned into me as she scanned my body up and down. Belatedly I moved my hands to cover my most private parts.

'Don't!' Jane commanded.

I felt degraded, and a fool. I did not know how to act. What was happening to me?

I was then aware that Jane's eyes were fixated on my pubic area. Oh no. I suddenly remembered two weeks ago I had shaved off my pubic hair as a surprise for Michael.

He had been excited by it and felt it made me look sexy. Right now I felt anything but sexy. What would Jane think of me? I felt like a slut.

'Dear oh dear', Jane muttered as her head moved from side to side in a disapproving manner. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

I almost felt relieved when she reached out and grabbed my forearm, pulling me unceremoniously over her lap. But then my mind caught up with events and I realised to my horror and shame I was about to be spanked. I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a low gasp.

I waited for the inevitable. Aware that my bottom was perched high on her lap. I briefly shuddered in horror at the thought that she could probably see my pubic region peeking through. I clenched my buttocks in an attempt to retain some decorum of modesty.

Then without warning the first spank connected with my left buttock. I cried out like a baby. The spanking continued in a steady rain of hand spanks, alternating between each buttock

'Please stop', I wailed, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!' My tears flowed freely. My bottom was burning, and I was sure it would be glowing red. I tried to squirm but Jane's arm held me firmly in place.

Finally the spanking stopped, but I continued to lay over Jane's knee like a limp rag. Eventually I found the strength to pull myself to my feet. My hands reached behind to my buttocks. They were warm and tender.

'Go and stand in the corner' Jane's finger pointing to a corner of the lounge. I was aware I would have to walk past an open window to get to the corner. My eyes looked at Jane pleadingly, but she continued to point. With great reluctance I dragged my feet towards the corner, quickening my pace as I passed the open window. I didn't dare to look out in case I saw to my horror that someone had noticed me, naked as the day I was born. I felt like a child as I placed my nose in the corner, hands still caressing my tender backside.

'I should leave you there like that until Ben gets home from work', Jane scolded. I audibly groaned. 'But I don't want you getting in my way all afternoon.'

I let out a sigh of relief. Being naked and spanked by my mother in law had been a humiliating experience almost beyond belief, but to be seen naked by my father in law would be a humiliation I could not bare

'However', Jane continued, 'I want to see you back here sharply at 6.30pm for dinner, followed by a chat.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I responded submissively.

'You and I may have settled this matter, but you still need to put matters right with Ben'.

Jane's bottom lip quivered.

After informing me I had to return at 6.30p.m. for dinner and a 'chat', Jane made me remain naked in the corner for an agonising 20 minutes before dismissing me curtly.

'We will see you at 6.30 p.m. sharp.' It was a command, not a question.

'I will be here Jane', was my subservient response.

'Under the current circumstances, I think I prefer it when you call me 'Ma'am'.

'Yes Ma'am'. Could the humiliation get any worse? It was probably just as well that I was totally naive as to how much worse matters were going to get for me.

I picked up the dressing gown, placed it over my shoulders and beat a hasty retreat to the guest bedroom. During my corner time Jane had made my bed and neatly laid my clothes on a chair. I quickly dressed and disappeared down the stairs and out of the front door. I was too embarrassed to face my mother in law again at the moment. Once outside I realised I had no means of transport. Pride would not allow me to re-enter the house to ask for a ride home, so I set off on the 30 minute walk despite wearing my high heels from last night.

Once home I lay down on my own bed and tried to take in the events of the past few hours. What had just happened to me? Why did I submit? A 29-year-old woman does not get put over the knee of her mother in law and get spanked. Yet that was just what had happened to me. It was all too much for my brain to absorb, still fuzzy from my previous nights over-indulgence. I closed my eyes to block out the thoughts and emotions swirling around in my mind.

Slowly I re-opened my eyes, and realised I had fallen asleep. I glanced at my bedside clock. 6.20 p.m. What!!! I rechecked on my wristwatch. 6.20 p.m. No! No! No! How could life be so cruel? Hastily I threw on a change of clothes and combed my hair. No time for make-up. 6.30 p.m. Where are those damn car keys. Fortunately we had taken Colleen's car last night so mine was parked in the garage.

As I backed down my driveway I glanced at my watch. It was already after 6.40 p.m. and I still had to drive the 7 or 8 minutes to my parents in law's home. I berated myself continuously on the drive over, cursing my ineptitude. I could see any small respect that Jane and Ben may still have for me flying out the window. Add tardiness to my list of sins. My self-esteem was at an all-time low.

Once at their home I dashed up to the front door and rung the bell.

No response. I waited. Rang the doorbell again. Still no response. I could hear movement inside the house.

'Please answer', I silently begged to myself.

Finally the front door swung open, and there stood Jane, clearly far from happy.

'I am sooo sorry', I found myself pleading, not for the first time. 'I fell asleep and did not wake until.....'

'Come inside', Jane cut me off mid sentence, 'Your dinner is already on the table getting cold. We have started without you.'

A part of me wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. But I knew for the sake of my marriage to Michael I had to continue on and face the music.

I followed Jane into the dining room where Ben was seated, silently eating. Normally Ben would always greet me with a welcoming hug and a huge smile. But not today.

He glanced up, acknowledged me with a brief greeting, then returned to the task of eating his meal.

In silence I seated myself and begun picking at my meal. Somehow I had lost my appetite. I felt I needed to say something. Perhaps if I showed Ben my sincere gratitude for saving me last night he would warm to my presence.

'Ben, I cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue last night. You are the greatest father in law a girl could wish for. I cannot thank you enough.' Somehow my words seemed insincere and empty, despite my genuine gratitude.

Ben looked up at me with sad eyes. 'I was hurt by your behaviour'.

Despite myself I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Yet again I reflected on how badly I had let everybody down. Nothing I could say would change matters, so I returned to picking at my meal.

Finally Jane spoke. 'Kym. Ben and I have discussed the situation. We genuinely believe you have the potential to mature into a fine wife for our son. As your parents in law we are going to ensure you fulfil that potential, no matter what it takes.'

'Thank you Ma'am', was all I could bring myself to say.

'Clearly words are not going to have the necessary impact. You will be punished like a child until we feel you have matured into the young lady we desire.'

'Yes Ma'am'

'We will be the sole judge of when you need to be punished, and what form that punish will take. If you co-operate fully we will keep all matters between the 3 of us. If you fail to co-operate we will inform our son of your behaviour, even though I know it will break his heart. Do you understand?'