Elaine, what happened when Mom spanked me at home

10 days later we arrived back home, The whole trip back to Phalaborwa  I was worried, worried what would happen to me when mom discovered that Aunty Elaine had punished me.

As far as Aunty Elaine was concerned the slate had been wiped clean, other than a short hard spanking with a wooden spoon because I stayed out too late at the amusement arcade one night Aunty Elaine did not spank me again.

Mom was waiting at Aunty Elaine’s  house when we arrived. Grant and David were there as well and the feeling of relief at arriving home was overwhelming. Mom came walking towards me as I flung myself into her arms and hugged her, truly glad to see this awesome women again.

Finally mom disengaged herself and greeted her friends Elaine and Bertie. Elaine turned towards me and said “Mario  take the kids with you and go to the corner shop, buy milk and bread.” Turning to Bertie she said, “Give the kids some money love, then you can put the kettle on and we can all have a nice cup of tea while I tell Marta all about our holiday.”

Bertie gave me a R20 note and told me to buy all of us some sweets with the change.

“Great Uncle Bertie, I will do so.” I said as I pocketed the money before turning to go. “Uncle Bertie, Aunty Elaine, will she tell mom that I got spanked while on holiday with you?”

“No Mario she won’t, you got punished but she won’t tell your mom, that my boy is up to you. Now hurry up with that milk, I am thirsty.”

I brought the milk into Aunty Elaine’s kitchen to find Bertie waiting for the milk, a steaming pot of tea at the ready.

“Ah good boy Mario, your mom and Aunty Elaine will be happy now that you are back with the milk. Will you carry it into the living room  for me. Your secret is safe, Aunty Elaine has not said anything to your mom.”

I carried the tray of tea into the living room and served the two beautiful women, both of whom had taken me over their lap’s and fairly blistered my bare bottom. As I served my mom with her tea she kissed me and gave me a hug, I put her cup and saucer down on the side table and as I turned to serve Aunty Elaine her tea, mom asked me if I had been a good boy during the time I spent with Aunty Elaine. Before I could answer, Elaine told mom I had been very good and had given her no trouble at all.

After we had all finished our tea, mom and I said goodbye and left for home,  Grant and David sat in the back seat and I being the eldest sat in front next to mom. My brothers were again the picture of good behaviour and mom with a glance in the rear view mirror said,  “They have really missed you my son, it seems as if you are a good influence on them because I seldom have to punish them when you are home. You go away for 10 days and not once but twice I have had them both over my knee, the last time was this morning.” Looking at Grant mom asked him, “care to tell your brother why mommy had to give you both a dose of my hair brush Grant?”

“David was being a jerk so I decked him Mario, mommy then punished both of us.”

David piped up, “you still did not need to punch me” he said in a aggrieved tone of voice, “ I mean it’s not like you are innocent and mommy also gave me a dose of the brush remember.”

The banter continued all the way home and when we got home I went to my room and began to unpack my clothes, putting my dirty washing in the hamper behind my bedroom door.

A knock on the door interrupted my chores and turning my head I saw mom standing in the doorway.

“Come in mom, I am just finishing packing my stuff away.” Mom came in and sat on my bed. Calling me to her side she began to ask me how my mother and father were.

“Mom, I felt like an outsider the whole time I was there. I wanted to come home the first day I was there. My mother only has time for my father, he is ok but very distant with me. To be honest, I think they resented my presence there. His health is an issue and my mother spends all her time looking after him. This is my home, you are my mom, Grant and David are my brothers. Please mom, don’t make me go back to live with them. I had more fun with Uncle Bertie, Aunty Elaine and the girls than I did at my parents place. They don’t want me now, they never have. My father’s illness was just an excuse to unload me.”

“Well my son”, said mom; “their loss is our gain. You are without a doubt the most delightful child I could ever have had. I never gave birth to you, but my son, I am your mother just as I am Grant and David’s  mother. You will always be my son and like a lioness will fight to defend her cubs, I will fight anyone who tries to harm you.”

Mom then reached out and hugged me and as she did so a sense of safety and security swept over me. It took much of the sadness and angst away but as it turned out not all of it.

The next few days went past like a whirlwind  and soon it was time to bid Grant and David goodbye as they set off back to boarding school and their father leaving mom and I alone. Mom cooked supper  and as we sat at the dining room table eating, I finally said to mom, “mom, Aunty Elaine gave me a hiding while I was with her.”

“I know” she replied as she carried on eating. Aunty Elaine spoke up too quickly and ever since we came home that night I have been waiting for you to come clean, the fact you have shows me you are maturing and that I was right in not taking action the night you got home. You do understand we have a rule about getting a spanking whilst not at home.”

“Yes mom I have not forgotten the rule, get a spanking at school or away from home and you get one when you get home.” I said , relief pouring through me as I made the admission. The relief quickly died as I began to get worried that mom would punish me severely for not coming clean earlier.

“Well are you going to tell me why Aunty Elaine had to punish you or should I phone her.”

“No mommy, you don’t need to phone her, Aunty Elaine spanked me because we spied on her spanking Uncle Bertie. She spanked Nadine and Alicia as well.”

Marta smiled as she heard Mario reverting to calling her mommy, he normally only reverted to the childlike name when over her knee or when he was very stressed. Coming clean knowing a spanking would be the result took a lot of courage for Mario and her heart swelled with love for her son. Steeling herself, knowing she needed to show her son consistency in all her dealings with him she said; “Mario my son when we finish supper you  are to go to your room and get into your pyjamas,  and wait for me, do you understand?”

“Yes mommy I do”, he said as he pushed his knife and fork into the middle of his plate, his appetite gone.

Looking at Marta, Mario asked “may I be excused from the table mommy?”

Her heart filled with love for her son Marta gently gave him permission, “Take your plate to the kitchen first my darling then come to me”

Mario did as he was told and on his return to the dining room found Marta with her arms open wide waiting for him. As Mario fell into her arms she closed them around him, enveloping him and kissing him.

For a long while they stayed like that, mother and son, tears in both their eyes before Marta with a soft smack to Mario’s bottom sent him to wait for her in his room, saying as she did so; “let’s get this over with my darling.”

Marta cleared the dining table and after about 10minutes walked towards Mario’s bedroom, her heels click clacking on the tiled floor.

In his room Mario having put his pyjama’s on stood with his nose buried in the corner, hands on his head as he had been taught. He heard his mom clearing the table and as the sound of her heels reverberated through the room knew she was on her way to his room.

Marta on entering Mario’s room saw him standing as instructed. His hand on top of his head. Seating herself on his bed she called him out of the corner and without further instruction Mario came and stood by her side waiting for Marta to order him over her knee, his eyes never leaving her face. She reached out and after first lowering his pyjama’s to his knee gently pulled him over her knee.

Marta preferred OTK to any other form of spanking as she knew both participants bonded during the session. Taking a child over her knee was a time honoured form of punishment. It allowed her to control the process far better than in any other way. She could with very little  effort control an unruly child and for the child although he or she knew that they were going to be spanked going over mommy’s knee was a safe place for them to be. It affirmed mommies love for them, their submission also affirmed mommy’s authority over them, her right to lovingly punish them the pain purging away all guilt.

She looked down at the trembling naked bottom draped over her knee, the buns tight as unconsciously he clenched his cheeks and knew it was time to start. She lifted her hand and dropped it smartly onto the trembling bottom before her, Not expecting the first spank Mario jolted as he felt the sting caused by the hardened palm of her hand. Before he could recover, a second and again a third spank landed. The cumulative sting grew exponentially and with the pain already building up Mario felt his eyes begin to tear up. After a dozen spanks Marta began to branch out, her aim to ensure an even distribution of redness, making sure not a millimetre of skin escaped the sting of her punishing hand. Mario already in tears found this spanking to be a lot worse than some of the blistering spankings he had received in the past from his mom.

Suddenly Mario started sobbing, his emotions awash with sensations his brain could not understand nor process, the pain in his now very red bottom, coupled with the stay away from mom had totally overwhelmed him. The sobbing grew in intensity as he broke down totally, great racking sobs, his chest heaving,  pleading.

“Mommy I am sorry, no more please mommy, please don’t send me back to them, mommy please can I stay here. I love you mommy please…”

Mario’s voice died away as he sobbed, not knowing that the spanking was over, His mom held him on her lap gently speaking to him soothing words of love and trying to calm the distraught youngster down. At last the soothing gentle voice broke through and still crying Mario with his mom’s help climbed onto Marta’s lap. Marta, all her maternal instincts fully operational, simply held Mario until he could lie down in his bed totally exhausted. Marta shifted up on the bed until, her back rested against the headboard.  Mario laid his head on her lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window as Marta awoke, sometime during the night she had tried to leave the room but the grip Mario had around her waist and his pleading cry “No mommy please stay with me”… prevented her. Stretching her legs and arms Marta managed to stand and headed to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she returned she found Mario had kicked off the sheet and as he lay on his stomach Marta could see the marks still visible on his bottom and knew that a pillow was needed for her son to sit on at the table. Just then, Mario awoke and rolled onto his back as he heard his mom come back into the room. With a cry of pain he quickly rolled onto his side and felt the welts caused by the spanking.

“Owwww that hurt” he cried, his hand cradling his bottom as he looked at his mom, “Mommy I love you so much but you spank very hard. ”

“Yes my son, mommy does love you and don’t you ever forget that little fact or else I will really spank you, not just a few love taps like last night you great wuss. Now my darling son, are you hungry?”

Finally Mario realised his state of undress and quickly covered himself, Marta laughed at the site, “it’s not like I have never seen you without clothes on my boy”. Reaching into his chest of drawers she took out a pair of his underpants and handed it to him. She kissed him on the forehead and left the room. “Breakfast in 10 minutes young man.”

Marta was just taking the toast out of the toaster when Mario walked into the kitchen and headed straight for her. He put his arms around her waist and hugged her. “Mommy, did you stay with me all night?”

Elaine

Elaine, mom’s friend

A year or so ago I wrote a story about the time my friend Desmond and I got a spanking because instead of studying we were out playing golf where we got busted by Amber Roux, school teacher, ladies golf captain, Mrs Roux to most of the kids, aunty Amber to me.

The day it all kicked off, Desmond and I were on the golf course when we came across a foursome comprising of Aunty Amber, her friend Elaine and two other ladies whose names I cannot remember. Elaine was the lady who told me if I ever wanted a spanking to come to her, she had a paddle that she named Mr. Paddle. Elaine also had twin daughters Nadine and Alicia.

They were identical and often used to double date confusing the daylights of any guy they went out with as you never knew which twin you were with. They also loved getting up to mischief, causing mayhem and chaos wherever they went. They weren’t bad girls, simply naughty ones, oh yes they were intimately acquainted with their mothers paddle.

This was an acquaintance I had no wish to make; sadly in my quest for the affections of Nadine I did in fact make acquaintance with said paddle.

It all began with the classic love triangle, Nadine, Alicia and yours truly as well as a visit to see my natural parents. I was to spend a week with my parents at their place on the Natal coast, mom could not get off work and instead of allowing I to travel by train mom arranged for me to get a lift to the coast with her and Aunty Amber’s good friend Elaine.

Elaine and her husband Bert were going to the south coast on holiday and very kindly offered to take me with them. Like most other families Bert left such mundane tasks such as discipline to Elaine, Now I believe he was subject to a bit of maternal discipline himself as he never argued with his wife, was always polite and very deferential to Elaine just as Uncle Kobus was to Aunty Amber.

I had a bird’s eye view of uncle Kobus bare assed over his wife’s ample lap one night, but I digress.

Bert and Elaine had rented a big four bedroom holiday home for their family and due to my father ending up in hospital, my mother not wanting to take the time to care for me I ended up spending the week with Elaine and her family.  All went well until the Thursday, the three of us went to the beach while Elaine and Bert had some private business to attend to, Nadine told us she was convinced her mom spanked her dad and suggested we should take a peek, saying her mom would use the time alone to spank Bert in private.

I knew it was a bad idea; however I was and still am a sucker for a pretty girl.  So we three kids snuck back to the house where we discovered a naked Bert laid over Elaine’s lap having his butt toasted courtesy of Mr. Paddle. We did not make very good spies as we got busted almost as soon as we arrived. Man that lady had eyes in the back of her head.

Bert tried to get off the maternal lap, pleading for clemency in the light of witnesses however the judge and executioner were having none of it. We were ordered to our rooms to await the irate mother’s pleasure saying she would be there shortly as soon as she finished spanking her naughty Bert.

With the sound of wood on flesh and cries of pain ringing in our ears, the three of us went to our separate rooms, a sense of dread settling over us like a cloud of gloom.

End of part one.     

In the room I sat on the bed and try as I might I could not get the image of Bert, this big strapping man, easily 6’ 3” tall, laid out over his wife’s knee as she slapped and spanked his very red bare bottom. Although I could no longer see the “action” I most certainly could hear every word, every cry of pain as well as every plea issuing from Bert’s mouth.

Whenever Bert said something Elaine disagreed with, she rewarded him with an extra hard spank, or two or three. Elaine kept up a constant litany of scolding keeping perfect time to the measured cadence of her implement. It looked exactly like a salad server. Not a wooden spoon but something along those lines. Two inches wide at the head, only about a ¼” thick and easily 15” long, tapering down to around a ¾” wide at the handle. It was light and as I was about to learn stung like a swarm of bees. Judging from Bert’s cries, the swarm was in full attack mode now.

“Please Elaine not in…”

“What did you just call me young man? Have you still not learned? Must I give you a dose of my strap as well? I am the adult here, not you and this will only get worse if you insist on calling me a name you are not allowed to. When you are over my knee, what are you to call me little boy?”

“Please mommy, I am sorry I won’t do it again…Waaah” and with that the flood gates opened as Bert surrendered to the pain in his rear and the compelling authority that Elaine exerted.

Now that she had him crying, Elaine turned up the heat and the intensity of the spanking.

“As long as you persist in misbehaving little man, mommy is going to spank you.”  SPANK SPANK  “I think in future I will spank you in front of the girls” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    “How would you like that my naughty boy” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK   

“No mommy... please... no, not in front of the girl’s mommy… Waaah”.

The spanking stopped and all that I could hear now was the sobbing from Bert as he lay across Elaine’s lap.

There was a period of silence and then the door to my room opened and Elaine, the paddle in her hand stood there.

“Mario, I will deal with you shortly after I finish spanking the girls. Get undressed and put your nose into that corner there. Children who peek at other children getting punished get exactly what that child got. Now get busy little man!”      

With that said Elaine turned and walked the short distance to the room where Nadine and Alicia waited no doubt straining to hear the sound of their mothers high heels on the tiled floor. It is a sound that today still conjures up images of naughty boys and girls waiting in the corner, their hands firmly clasped above their heads, waiting for retribution.

As soon as Elaine opened the door to the girls room I heard them crying out for mercy, each blaming the other, knowing full well that they would soon be turned over their mothers knee, crying and bawling as Elaine used that wicked paddle to sting their bare bottoms.

“Nadine come here, over you go.”

“Mommy, please don’t spank me, I am sorry I told the others you spank daddy.”

SPANK SPANK “I have” SPANK SPANK “told you before” SPANK SPANK “I will not tolerate” SPANK SPANK “you speaking out of turn.” SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK.

“Owwwww mommy please... no more I am sorry. Owwwww.”

“What exactly are you sorry about Nadine” SPANK SPANK “Sorry you spied on a private moment between your father and me or that you got caught.” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK  

By this time Nadine was crying already, she cried and as the tears flowed she sobbed each and every time that wicked paddle struck her blazing bottom.

Elaine now unleashed a series of hard spanks along the tops of Nadine’s thighs eliciting a series of shrieks as the stinging blows fell.

“Let this be a lesson to you young lady, No SPANK SPANK  “more” SPANK SPANK  “poking your nose” SPANK SPANK    “in other people’s business” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK .

Judging from the intensity of Nadine’s shrieking as the last four spanks struck home I surmised that these four spanks were considerably harder than the others.

“You may go and place your nose in the corner again Nadine”, said Elaine as she turned to Alicia and beckoned her to come over to the bed where she was seated.

“Alicia, get over my knee young lady, quickly now.”

Alicia obviously did not move quickly enough because I heard the slap of the paddle connecting Alicia’s thigh

“I said now Alicia, don’t make me come and fetch you” SLAP SLAP

“Owwwww mommy NO! Mommy No!” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“I told you to do something young lady Now!” said Elaine as she reached out and grabbed her disobedient daughter by the arm and dragged the girl across her right leg, pinning Alicia with her left leg and straight away began to spank SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“Owwwww Mommy please mommy Owwwww”

I only heard the flurry of spanks as Elaine proceeded to really spank her daughter. Alicia had long since given up struggling. Pinned as she was there was no point.

It was a short spanking but more intense and a lot harder than Nadine’s. Alicia howled and cried pleading for her mom to stop punishing her. All to no avail, eventually the sobbing girl simply lay over her mother’s knee and cried.

You could hear the silence, then, Elaine’s voice, “you get your naughty nose into that corner alongside your sister, there is one more child in need of a sore bottom, and No Rubbing, hands on your head”

Footsteps, I quickly turned and pressed my nose deep into the corner I could hear the footsteps getting closer. Then I heard her call out, “Bert, you may come to mommy, I am in Mario’s room. With that the door opened and in walked Elaine, followed shortly afterwards by Bert.

Elaine pulled a stool away from the wall and sat on it. Once comfortable she called me out of the corner, “ok Mario you are it, come to Aunty Elaine, sweetheart, over my knee.”

Ever polite, especially to a lady holding in her hand an instrument of ass destruction I, with a “Yes Ma’am”, quickly complied with Elaine’s instruction and draped myself over her ample knee.

“Are you comfortable now Mario?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am... Aunty Elaine, are you going to tell mommy about this?”

“Why do you ask Mario?”

“Aunty Elaine, my mommy will spank me again if you tell her.”

Turning to Bert she asked, “Well Bert, you were the one they spied on, what you think? Should mommy tell Marta about this? ”

“Mommy, I think that what happens in this house should stay in this house.”

“Well said Bert, I couldn’t have said it better, Mario, you needn’t worry, once I have finished spanking you it will all be over and done with.”

“Why do you find yourself over my knee young man?”  SLAP SLAP SLAP.

I flinched as the first salvo struck home, left, right and middle, all low down almost on my sit spots.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP, this time the salvo had doubled in intensity as well as the number of spanks. “I asked you a question, young man” SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP “I do not like to be kept waiting Mario” SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP. I yelped and quickly answered Elaine, “I am being spanked because I peeped on you and Uncle Bert while you were spanking him”

“Yes, little boys who peep on other boys getting their bottoms spanked get exactly what they saw Bert getting”

With that said Elaine really got into spank mode, the spanks came fast and furious. The crack and slap of the paddle echoed in the room and soon I joined in, a litany of pleas, entreaties and crying as that wicked paddle stung and stung like a swarm of bees. I would like to think; I was stoic in my approach to receiving a spanking but according to Bert, who I might add, was not in the least fazed by my peeping on him. I wriggled like an eel on a hook, trying to get out of the way of that wicked paddle.

Elaine kept up a constant scolding, interspersed with hard spanks on my red and sore bottom.  Also as with the others when she felt I was being evasive or reticent in my answers simply spanked harder or switched target to my thighs. Bert later told me I had been given forty spanks on my bare butt as well as ten on the tops of my thighs.

Like the girls I had no real knowledge of exactly when Elaine stopped raining down fire on my bottom. By the time she stopped swinging her arm. I was already in spankland and had been there a considerable time.