Delilah was grateful to have a loving family like she had, and she loved every one of her babies equally. Likewise, she was grateful to have a wonderful husband like Doug. He was funny, supportive, great with kids and a fantastic cuddle buddy... As well as some other kind of connection in the bedroom.

But sometimes, she wished she didn't have to remind the ones who stepped out of line how to behave properly, as with the case of Dolly a few days ago.

It was good that Doug managed to cheer her up the way he did, and the sex was incredible, as always. But even so, the fact she caught Dolly doing... THAT, at her age, kind of ruined her mood for the rest of the day.

She had to give her a thorough scolding and a good, hard spanking, and then ground her for it. It wasn't something any good parent would want to do, but it had to be done.

Even now, as she was sorting the girl's laundry and putting it away in her bedroom, she just couldn't see the reason why she would do such a thing.

Granted, her next door neighbour wasn't exactly the kind you would want to have. and she was well aware of the bad blood between her and her eldest daughter, but there was no need for her to retaliate like that.

What was the appeal of showing someone your bare arse like that?

...

'Actually...' Delilah thought to herself, putting the shirt down and looking at the window that had started this whole thing. 'That's... A good question.'

She never really did ask Dolly about the why's and how's. Perhaps she was a bit hasty with the punishment. She'd have to talk to her about it when she was feeling better.

Finishing up ith the last of the chore, the mother canine turned around to leave the room. But as she placed her hand on the door, she couldn't help giving the window another glance, a curious look on her face.

"Just... One little try won't hurt."

Taking a few steps forward, she approached the window, a look of curiosity and hesitance on her face.

'Why would she do something like that?' She pondered, her fingers sliding slowly down her coat. 'Why would she even think of it?'

She didn't seem like the kind to get an amusement out of a prank like this.

'And the others were just as shocked and scared as me. Maybe I could just... Take a little trial...'

The dalmatian's eyes scanned the treehouse and the area in front of it, seeing if the coast was clear.

'Just so I know what's so appealing about it...'

Her fingers began unzipping the front of her coat, before reaching down to her jeans and slowly unbuttoning them, a blush creeping on her face as she realised what she was doing.

'Maybe it's not that bad, after all...'

Her heart was starting to pound louder and harder, the anticipation growing and the blush turning a darker shade.

'It's not like anyone's gonna see me. The others are in the living room watching the telly and Doug's at work.'

The buttons were undone, and her zipper was slowly being pulled down, revealing her black panties underneath, her fingers reaching inside.

'So, nobody's gonna see me.'

She was starting to get excited, her tail wagging and her eyes glazing over a bit.

This... Was actually kind of exciting. Even though she was sure she wouldn't be caught, the idea of someone seeing her doing this... The risk, the danger, the fact that it would ruin her... It was strangely appealing.

'No, no. No thinking like that.' She shook her head, clearing her mind of those dirty thoughts. 'This is just to see why Dolly did it, and nothing else.'

Inch by inch, more of her lower half was revealed, her jeans getting closer and closer to her knees.

'There we go.' She whispered, taking a deep breath.

This was it.

Her pants dropped to her ankles, her furry, spotty bum was left only covered by her knickers. The last line of defence, before she committed to the childish experiment.

'I've already come this far. Now's the time for the final push.'

Delilah took another deep breath and closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable.

'1...'

Her fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties.

'2...'

They were pulled down.

'3!'

With a sharp yank, the woman's bum was now out in the open, with no chance of cover.

The feeling... It was incredible.

The air breezing brushing against her rear, her nakedness for anyone outside to see, the fear and excitement that came with being exposed, it was all there.

It was a hell of a rush, she had to admit. But she couldn't stop there.

Shuffling backwards and crouching down a little, the mature (as hard as that was to believe right now) dally reversed herself towards the glass pane, her face burning up and her heart pounding.

"Dog above, this is so stupid..." She muttered, the blush growing as she reached the window, her spotty behind pressed up against the glass.

'Eeep! Cold! Cold! Cold!' She squealed in her head, the chill sending a shiver down her spine.

As much as her body was telling her to stop this foolishness, her mind was saying something else.

'Oh, wow... This is nice. It's like a massage, but... Weirder. In a good way, though. It's kinda tickling a bit.'

She had to admit, the sensation was weird, but it felt good. Her butt felt tingly, in a nice way.

"Oh my Dog, this is actually... Kind of nice." She uttered, her mind being flooded with positive thoughts and sensations. "Is this why Dolly did it?"

The immaturity of it all, combined with the chance of being spotted by whoever, was giving her a sense of amusement she hadn't felt in a long time.

Her work at the hospital was stressful, and with how many kids she had to care for, plus all the paperwork and appointments she had to keep up with, it was rare for her to have any fun or enjoyment, especially by herself.

But now... She was having fun.

It was a new, exhilarating experience.

And as much as she didn't want to admit it, this was a blast. Part of her wished she hadn't punished Dolly for doing this.

'I guess I could understand a little. I supposed 80 slaps WAS a bit excessive.' She mused, pressing her backside further into the glass, getting a fuller feeling of the chill.

The more she did so, the better this felt. She knew she was little large in the barge, as Doug liked to point out/tease her about, so she knew she had a lot of flesh to greet the glass pane with.

The mother dog couldn't help letting out a giggle, the feeling resonating greater within her. She could even feel her cheeks wobbling a little.

'This is a bit more fun than I expected, though.' She thought, her giggling becoming louder. 'It feels cheeky, and so naughty~ I almost wish there wa-'

"MUM?!"

All of a sudden, Delilah's thoughts were cut off by a voice behind her, both eyes widening in pure shock and horror at the realisation of what just happened.

That same realisation that snapped her mind back to reality, and brought a torrential amount of regret on her.

All the fun she was having at the single moment of bad judgement was out the window, her heart now beating for an entirely different reason.

Finding the nerve to turn her head back around to look straight ahead, the mother dalmatian was met by the stunned face of her stepdaughter, her jaw having dropped at the unexpected, unbelievable and unthinkable sight before her.

"D- Dolly..." The doctor spoke, her face turning a brighter shade of red than a fire hydrant.

"W- Wh- Wh- Wha...?" The tomboyish bitch stuttered, looking & sounding unsure if this was real life or not.

Her stepmother, her real dad's wife, the most mature dog in the house next to Dylan, was standing here, in HER bedroom, mooning the neighbours.

She just saw it with her own eyes, and she still couldn't believe it.

Delilah's mind was a blank, completely overwhelmed by her emotions and her shame, the only thing she was aware of was the desire to hide.

She knew she should be tried to cover herself up and explain the situation, but... How exactly do you explain THIS to anyone? Let alone tour own daughter.

And yet, she knew she had to do something, lest Dolly got the wrong idea.

"I- It's not what it looks like, I swear!" She exclaimed, quickly moving her hands in front of her crotch to cover herself as she stood up straight.

Dolly's face became a smirk, looking like she was enjoying her stepmom's reaction to being caught doing something so immature.

"Oooh, I don't know." She responded, sauntering closer to the flustered woman, her paws on her hips. "It LOOKS like you were just doing the same thing I was doing a few days ago."

"I- I- I-"

Delilah, still unable to find the words to describe this, was finding herself at a loss for what to do or say.

"And as my butt can testify, I recall that the punishment for that..." She continued, moving over to her bed.

Delilah thought for a moment about where she was going with this, before she put two and two together.

"Was a long..."

"D- Dolly, wait."

The tomboyish girl ignored her, instead sitting down with that shit-eating grin.

"Hard..."

She straightened herself out a bit, as her step-mother looked at her with despair from where she was going with this.

"Bare butt..."

The confirmation came, when she gave her lap a single pat, the sound seeming like it echoed in slow motion from the amount of suspense building up between the two.

"Spanking~"

That did it. She was about to be punished the very same way she had.

Dolly patted her lap again, that smug expression still on her face.

"If I remember correctly, 80 was the amount, wasn't it?" She taunted, looking the woman up and down.

Delilah wanted to run and hide away, not wanting to see that face as the humiliation sunk in.

"Now, come on over~"

"D- Don't do this..." She begged, trying to sound serious, despite the clear signs of embarrassment giving her no image of having control of the situation.

As she expected, it didn't do anything to deter the younger dalmatian.

"Over my knee~"

The woman gulped, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Ever since she had Dylan all those years ago, she never thought she would be in a position where SHE was the one getting punished by the kids, especially for such an immature act like she had just pulled.

This was going to be the worst day of her parental life, next to the day Hunter & Cruella De Vill kidnapped the whole litter of her babies.

Still, she knew what Dolly was like; if she didn't do this, she would tell the other pups about it, and that meant she would never hear the end of it. Besides, what kind of mother would she be if she didn't lead by example? Other than a hypocritical one.

'Just take the punishment, and get this over with.'

Slowly walking towards the bed, the top bitch of the house made her way over to her stepdaughter's lap, her face red as a tomato.

"No arguments, good~" The younger dal chimed, patting her legs again. "Come on over, big girl. Let's have some fun~"

With no choice, the mother dalmatian let out a sigh and bent over, her hands behind her back and her legs crossed, her backside sticking out and waiting for her punishment.

"Oof!" Dolly grunted, feeling the older girl's weight settle in. "Wow, you're heavier than you look, mum. I bet dad had a tough time carrying you on your wedding night, eh?"

Delilah didn't respond, too mortified by what she was about to go through to say anything. Every second that passed brought her an even bigger sense of humiliation than what she was feeling already.

She wondered how she, of all dogs, let herself get to this stage in her life.

"Well?" Dolly stated, taking on a tone of how Delilah would if their roles were reversed. "Arm. We don't have all day."

Knowing what she was talking about, the mother dog reluctantly moved her hand behind her back, allowing the smaller one to grab her wrist and pin it behind her back, like she had done a few days prior.

"Okay, let's see..." She hummed, taking a firm hold of her mom's wrist, her eyes gazing at the target.

Her butt was nice and round, and the cheeks were actually quite chubby. That hardly went unnoticed; even when clothed, she noted that the mature dalmatian had a big bottom, which brought her a little jealousy when she saw her from behind.

But when she was naked like this, completely on display and at her mercy... It was like an ass-shaped planet.

Dolly had to admit, this was going to be fun.

"Let's get started, shall we?" She announced, lifting her hand up high.

With no warning or hesitation, the tomboy's paw descended on the target, delivering a loud smack to the first cheek.

*SMACK*

"H- Ow!" Delilah squealed, feeling the sting set in.

"Oh, come on. That didn't hurt." The tomboy dismissed, raising her hand again.

*SMACK*

"Ahh! You're being too rough!" The older one complained, looking back with a glare at the punisher.

Dolly's response was an evil little smile, followed by another hard *SMACK* on the first cheek,

"Better get used to it, you've got another 77 to go~" She teased, raising her hand in the air again, her target in sight.

*SMACK*

With that, the spanking had officially started, and it was clear that Dolly wasn't going easy on her, despite her claims.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

A series of loud sounds and cries filled the room, as the spanking commenced, with the mother dog trying her best to not make too much noise and keep her dignity intact.

*SMACK*

Even the sight of the spotty butt jiggling in front of her was beginning to excite her.

"Wow, your butt really is meaty, huh?" She mentioned, watching the cheeks bounce around with each strike.

*SMACK*

"E- Excuse me?" Delilah stated, sounding as surprised as she was insulted by the remark, not expecting such a thing from the girl.

"You heard me, mum~" Dolly continued, her voice giving a bit of a more sultry tone. "Seriously, look at the size of this thing! I'm surprised dad can even keep his hands off it!"

The comments about her backside were only making this worse for Delilah; why was she so fascinated by her bum? It was just a pair of cheeks at the top of her legs; the thing she used for sitting on things, and for hiding her... Lady parts.

Never in her life would she think that she would be getting such "feedback" about it, let alone from one of her own family.

*SMACK*

Still, it made her curious about it. Was it good that it was so big? Was that what boys were into? Should she have been more appreciative of its size?

WAS that why Doug married her?

*SMACK*

Regardless of the answers, the punishment went on; Dolly's hand reigned down her exposed bottom with eager vigor, though her strikes didn't hurt her flesh as much as the situation was hurting her pride.

She would never live this down.

*SMACK*

"I can't believe that you..." She teased, giving her another firm *SMACK* on the cheek. "YOU, of all dogs, were mooning our neighbours!"

The reminder of why she was here getting punished sent another wave of shameful heart waft over her face, feeling like it just went an even deeper shade of red.

*SMACK*

"What were you thinking!?" Came the next question, followed by a hearty laugh and another spank.

That was the question of the decade. What WAS she thinking? She was the most mature and sensible dog in the house, the one that the rest of them should've been looking up to and who should've been teaching them right from wrong, not the other way around. She had a respectable, hardworking job and wanted the best for her babies.

Even when she was around Dolly's current age, she was entirely different from the tomboy. And not just because of the goth phase she went through for a few of her teenage years; she was busying herself with her studies to get the job she aspired to achieve.

The idea of doing such an immature act should've never even graced her mind, and sickened her if it did. So naturally, she didn't have an answer.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* 

Spank after spank landed on her worsening buttcheeks, though she didn't make much of a noise from the impacts. She was too ashamed to speak.

She wasn't even counting anymore; every number below 80 was still too far away in her mind.

Dolly, on the other hand, had to disagree. Every number after 1 was too close to the end.

She was having a whale of a time; putting her step mum in her place, having a position of power over the top dog of the house, getting to be on the giving end of the spanking she grew to love, and most importantly, getting turned on more than she had ever been since... Well, last Thursday.

She could feel her knickers soaking right now, loving every second of their little mother-daughter bonding moment, and she knew where her fingers were going once they were done with Delilah's derriere.

Speaking of, the final swat was coming up. Just 5 more to go.

*SMACK*

4.

*SMACK* 

3

*SMACK*

2

*SMACK* 

Knowing that this one would be the last one, Dolly raised her hand as high as she could, ready to bring it down with the power of a thunderbolt.

*SMACK!!*

"Gaahh!"

That last one got a reaction out of the milf, jolting up from the impact after feeling how hard it was. It likely meant that the punishment was over, and she was really hoping that would be the case.

Sure enough, Dolly stopped reigning havoc on the presented posterior, taking a moment to admire the work of art that she was sure Da Vinci would approve of.

She wasn't exactly a lover of the fine arts like her sister was, but the way the sore red layer was coated over her white spotty butt cheeks was a thing of beauty, even she had to admit.

Her crotch certainly agreed with the feedback; it was still leaking like a dripping tap, dampening her naughty bits all the more.

But all too soon, Delilah began to get up, removing her rear from Dolly's field of vision, much to the younger canine's disapproval; she couldn't be having that yet... And she knew just the thing to keep it on display.

"A- Alright, mum..." She continued, making the older dog look at her and await what she was going to follow up with. "N- Now, uh... Go- Go and stand i- in the corner! Y- You're in a timeout!"

That made the mother dog's eyes widen a bit; did she really just get given a timeout as well?

She knew Dolly was pushing her luck with this whole punishment thing, and really she was still the one in control. By all means, she could've said no and even reprimanded her step daughter for even suggesting such a thing.

But... Some deep-rooted sense in her mind argued against it, insisting that she go through with the secondary punishment, like she expected her misbehaving child to if the roles were reversed.

So, she took a gulp and reached down for her jeans, ready to cover herself again after the bout of discipline.

"Leave those down!" Dolly sternly declared, stopping her from moving.

The woman looked back at her, a shocked look on her face.

Not only had she just been spanked, she was now being made to stand in the corner, AND she had to leave her sore arse on display? Surely she couldn't have been serious about all this.

"I mean it." The tomboy added, raising an eyebrow to add to that smug look, like a parent waiting for their toddler to do as told. "If you'd rather I tell the others about what you just did, that's fine by me, too!"

It was blackmail, and she was well aware of it. But she knew it was the only way her stepmom would be willing to cooperate.

Delilah's eyes widened, seeing that she was serious about this. So, with some reluctance, she made her way into the corner of her room, turning her back to the younger dog and standing with her arms clasped.

She didn't have the courage to look back at her; the mother dog was much too humiliated to look her in the eye after that. In fact, she was starting to wonder how she could ever have the nerve to look at Dolly the same way again.

Dolly herself, on the other hand, had never been happier to see Delilah than she was right now. That fat, sore red ass on display like that, standing in the corner like a bad pup, the sense of control she had over her.

And most noticeably, the unbelievable arousal in her crotch right now. It was all too much for her to bear, and she needed to relieve herself, and she needed to do it now.

As quickly and subtly as she could, the younger dalmatian unzipped her shorts, lowering them and her damp panties, before plunging her hand inside her soaking snatch.

"Pleasure" wasn't even the word to describe how amazing this felt; her fingers had only just entered the wet cookie before she felt the walls contract around her digits, and the orgasm wash drawing near.

Thankfully, her stepmother was a little busy wallowing in self-pity to notice or even hear what the tomboy was doing behind her.

That was perfect for said tomboy; she couldn't get enough of Delilah's fat butt staring back at her like that. The way both cheeks were showing themselves off, red  tender from the punishment and just the right amount of fat on them, the bottom was the ideal shape & size for attracting the male attention.

Dolly could only wish that she could have such a perfect posterior before she was Delilah's age.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, a look of bliss and joy spreading across her face as a moan escaped her lips. It was a little hard muffling her moans, but it was the least of her worries; she was just so close, and she needed this so badly.

Whether this was better than her time with Hansel just a few days ago was anyone's guess, but she didn't care. Both of them were sending her over the moon.

"Haa... Ha... Ha..." Dolly panted quietly, her eyes slowly drifting away solely from the focus on the mature dalmatian's ass, who was still standing there like a naughty schoolgirl.

Her loins were playing havoc with her, and it was too much to hold onto.

With a few more hard thrusts into her snatch, the tomboy finally reached breaking point, and her walls contracted, before unleashing her juices onto the bed beneath her.

"MMMMMMMPH!" Dolly moaned, covering her mouth with her free hand, a look of pure pleasure and relief on her face.

Her orgasm lasted a good few seconds, squirting load after load out of her aching cookie onto her sheets, riling in bliss at the release at long last.

When it finally stopped, she collapsed herself onto the bed, panting heavily through her mouth as quietly as she could.

'Holy Dog...' Was all she could think, in her current state. 'That... Felt so good~'

The unexpected turn her day just took had been one of the best she ever had, and she only had to think of how to continue the day after this.

Should she still have some fun with her dear step-mother? Or let her go after she learnt her lesson?

The answer was pretty clear~