Once we've finished eating our dinner, the dishes had to be collected, washed, dried and stored in the cupboard. Once that chore had been done, I was then free to get a bath. I meant to bath before dinner, but instead I had retreated to my room to brood. Mom's scolding had really taken the wind out of my sails if you will. The bath did little to lift my spirits. Once my bath was finished, I walked into my room and as expected I found my mom sitting on my bed, she had changed too, she now wore a simple blue housecoat that was tied at the side. Her long brunette hair had been pulled back in a ponytail and braided and the braid rested over her shoulder. Resting on her lap was a fearsome looking wooden brush.

“I believe you and I need to have a little talk. Your behavior this afternoon was not becoming a young lady. I know you are going through changes right now. I talk to your doctor often enough. But my mother never allowed me to get away with sassing her and I'll not allow you to get away with sassing me.” She said with a nod of her head.

I opened my mouth to speak but my mother silenced me as she raised her hand.

“I was not finished speaking Cerridwen.” She said in a stern but loving tone of voice. “Please let me finish speaking before you once more have a mouth before brain moment. You've seem to be having a lot of those today.”

I nodded my head and managed a very demure.

“Yes ma'am.” It was the best I could do.

“Good,” It seemed that had earned the approval of my mother. “It seems you can indeed listen and behave when you so desire too, my dearest daughter.” Mom added as she shifted the brush around her lap. She then cleared her throat and fixed her eyes on me.

“As I was saying.” Mom started again. “I have a duty to you, as your mother to rear you the best I can. You're father and I have a duty to give you the best education possible. And if you so wish to, to help you get a higher education. We all have duties and obligations to each other. For example, your duty to us is to do your chores, bring home good grades and respect us. In return we are expected and obligated to feed you, shelter you, and give you small amounts of money in return for labor. Hopefully, you will learn to manage that small amount of money and in time when you go out and get your own household, you will have the skill set you need to manage it.” Mom paused.

I blinked, this was becoming way too formal of a scolding. Mom was showing another side of her. I'm not going to lie, I was feeling a bit uneasy right now. Mom had tossed me a curve ball with this scolding, and I had no idea what to expect.

“As your mother. I have a duty to give you another type of education. An education on womanhood. I'm obligated to give you the same education my mother gave me. That includes lessons on the craft, lessons on cooking, lessons on household management and lessons on proper manners and how to dress for formal and how to act in a formal setting. I do this, because if you decide in time to get married and if you also decide to we'll have children of your own. You know, adopt. Then, I want you to have the skills you need to give that child, be it a him or her the same education you received from me. Thus passing the flame along.”

“Mom.” I said blinking. “What if I adopt a child and it turns out the child's like me? You know transgender.” Something told me now was not the time to speak but again it was not another mouth before brain moment on my part. Mom though simply closed her eyes and sighed.

“Then I hope you will handle it better than I did. I'm sure if that's the case. Then you would be a lovely mother and a firm supporter. Now cutting to the heart of the matter. You were a bit cheeky with me this afternoon, and your smart remarks have earned you a session over my lap.” She cracked the back of the brush over her lap.

“Now.” Mom said in a commanding tone of voice. “I believe it's time to put this matter to rest. So if you will daughter, would you please lay down over my lap.”

I swallowed hard and gathering up my courage I walked over and placed myself over my mothers lap. This would be my first spanking since coming out as Cerridwen. Before as a boy, my father had been in charge of spanking me on those rare times it was deemed fit. Those had times had been nothing more than bending over, taking hold of your ankles and getting smacked with a looped over belt a good four or five times. Once that was done a handshake was in order and the matter was forgotten. Come to think of it, this would be my first spanking I'd ever received from my mother.

Mom wasted no time in folding the back of might nightgown to the small of my back. Give of course I gave my mother a pause as I often don't wear panties under my nightgown. I think she was surprised to see my bottom already bare and ready.

“Cerridwen?” She asked. “Why are you not wearing panties under your gown?” She asked as she picked up the hairbrush.

“I normally don't wear panties under my nightie.” I said truthfully. This was enough to give my mother a pause as she tilted her head to the side. A sudden blush formed on her face. And then in another mouth before brain moment and because I could sense another chance to get another shot in I fired off.

“Do you normally wear panties under your nightie?” I asked, smirking a little. Mom's blush only deepened and she responded by bringing the brush down hard upon my bare bottom. The minute the brush cracked into my bottom was the minute I felt a sudden wave of sting roll into me. The first stroke of the brush took my breath away.

“Don't get cheeky with me!” Mom said pouting as she brought the brush back down upon my bottom. Sending another wave of sting. Another one followed, and then another one and then another one and one. Each stroke of the brush felt like a hornet's sting and foolish me had just kicked the hornet's nest.

“Cerridwen.” She paused for another strike of the fearsome hairbrush. “Let me remind you.” Three more strikes with that fearsome brush. I could feel the pain building in my bottom and I could hear the sound of the wooden backside kissing my exposed cheeks echoing off the walls of my room. “That no matter hold old you become.” Seven more kiss's with the brush and I was biting my pillow for support. I could already feel salty tears starting to build in the corner of my eyes.

“That you are never too old for a good old fashion over the knee spanking!” Fifteen words, fifteen strokes with the hairbrush and my bottom felt like it was on fire. Those long held back tears started to spill down my face.

I could not help myself, I could feel my mental defenses starting to crumble around me. And just like the walls of Jericho I crumbled into a mess of a crying girl. Mom in a matter minutes had reduced me from a proud, cheeky teenage girl to humble and repentance little girl.

“And.” Another strike of the brush. “You will not, I repeat, you will not cheek off to me again. Do you understand me young lady?” Again mom made the point of following up each word of her scolding with a sharp crack of her blush. At this point I'm sure my bottom was blistered.

“Yes mum.” I said after taking a few minutes to get my breathing under control.

“Good girl.” And then something happened. Something I had not been expecting. Mom lifted me up and settled me on her lap. She wrapped her arms tightly around my trembling frame and pulled me close to her chest. She then cradled my tear stained face between the mounds of her breast.

“Now.” Mom said, starting to rock me gently. “Now that I have your attention I think I need to say something. Girlhood is not as easy as it seems. It's more to being a girl than doing your hair, painting your nails, and cooing over the latest boy-band or drooling over the latest Hollywood actor. Nobody has all the answers to it. But, I'm here to teach you.” She paused and started to rub my back.

I could only sob, but her words were seeds, seeds that were finding fertile ground. Ground that had just been ploughed with her wooden brush.

“My mom spanked me when I got flippy with her, It taught me self control. Expect the same to happen to you. But mom always finished our spanking with a nice warm hug and a kiss. And a promise, a promise that no matter what happened, that I was still her daughter and that all sins had been forgiven.”

And with that being said. Mom just held me tightly in her arms. Soon I felt myself falling asleep, mom noticed this and turned over the covers of my bed and eased me down. As soon as my head touched the softness of my pillow, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Before I drifted off to sleep though, I felt mom kiss my forehead and lift the covers up around me. And so another chapter in my daily life comes to an end.