Generational issues

“But mum!!” the girl yelled, “I’m twenty-two! You can’t— OWW!!”

Holding her daughter over her knees, the mum in question kept spanking hard.

“We’re on— OWW! Mum! We’re on lockdown! Oww! Oww!” the daughter tried again.

“And that’s no reason to be lazy, Janice!” the mother exclaimed.

“Mum, please!”

“As long as you live under my roof, young lady…”

“Yes! Yes! Your rules, I kn— OWWW! I know, mum but PLEASE!”

The slaps kept coming, sharp and biting. Her panties were long gone, down to her knees.

“When was your sociology class?”

“Ye- Ow! Yesterday…” the girl managed between to sharp intakes of breath.

“And what about Economics?”

“Mon… Ow! Oww! Owwww! Monday, mum, please, please stop!” she begged again.

“So you haven’t been to school, your bedroom is a mess, you haven’t showered, all you do is lay in bed all day, on your computer and your phone!”

Her mother shook her head, peppering Janice’s bare bottom with hard slaps.

“I know! Mum! I’m sorry! And I’ve had classes! It’s all on the computer!”

“Classes on the computer? Are you lying again?” the mother said, outraged.

“No, mum, I… OWW! I promise!”

Tears were rolling down her blushing cheeks. Her mother shook her head.

“I don’t think there are classes on the computer. I’ve never heard of that. Classes need their teacher.”

“No, mum, please… Please stop, listen! It’s— Owwww! It’s like a video-ow-ow-owww! A video-call! Please!”

“Stop your nonsense! You will go to your classes!”

“But mum! We’re in lockdown! Oww!”

“Schools are open! I’ve read it in the papers!”

“But this OWW! It’s Uni, mum! It’s on the comp—”

“Don’t tell me it’s on the computer again or I’ll go get the paddle!”

“But mum…”