Aunt Nancy gets riled

Part 3      

    

After the spanking Tim received from both his mother and his college teacher, he had vowed never to do anything that would cause him to be punished like that ever again. That night after first getting a long, hard, bare bottomed spanking from his teacher, he received a second spanking, equally if not more painful, from his mother. Then he had been made to suffer not one but two sessions in the corner, his by now bruised bare butt on display, his hands firmly clasped together on top of his head, whilst the two disciplinarians made dinner for the three of them. Only once, he got permission to leave the corner was he allowed to get dressed.
After dinner, which he ate standing up, Tim had to go to bed where both ladies came and tucked him in, just as they would a 5 year old. He slept on his stomach that night and it was more than a week before he could sit without too much discomfort.
In the weeks following the spanking, Tim did everything to please his “Aunt Nancy,” He now took part in every debate and his grades quickly improved as a direct result of the extra tuition he received. Not only was he the model student, but his behavior at home also showed a marked improvement. So much so that his mother Mary resolved to continue spanking Tim, should his behavior slack off.
About three months later Mary received a call to say that her sister had been admitted to hospital and Mary resolved to visit her and help nurse her, following discharge from hospital. Mary contacted Nancy and asked if Tim could stay with her for the duration of Mary’s visit to her sick sister. On the proviso that Tim be subject to the same rules as at home Nancy agreed to allow Tim to stay.
The day dawned and Tim was actually quite excited at the prospect of staying with Nancy, if truth be told Tim had a king size crush on his teacher. Nancy was still young enough to understand the needs and desires of a horny teenager. Many admirers thought that at the age of 36 Nancy was at her prime.
Tim carried his suit case in through the front door and as he saw Nancy coming towards him he put down the case and greeted her by saying “Thanks for letting me stay with you ma’am, I’ll try not to be a burden!”
“Why Tim, there’s not need to be so formal, come on give your Aunt Nancy a big hug”, with that said she opened her arms and enveloped the rather surprised teen ager in a hug that took his breath away. Once the formalities of greeting were done Nancy showed Tim to the room she had prepared for him.
“Why don’t you unpack your suitcase and then when you’re done, come downstairs to the kitchen, I’ll go and put the kettle on in the meantime”. With that the lovely Nancy turned and left the room. Tim unpacked all his clothes and once done, he wandered into the bathroom where he washed his hands and face, pausing to look in the mirror and brush his hair using the brush lying on the shelf above the basin. His ablutions complete, he set off; passing what he supposed was Nancy’s bedroom door.
In the kitchen Nancy had prepared tea and set out a plate of biscuits, she was in the process of pouring the tea into the cups when Tim walked into the kitchen, his face lighting up as he saw Nancy, “I’m finished Aunt Nancy, is there anything I can do to help?” “No sweetheart, I’m all finished, sit down and help yourself to the biscuits, they are freshly baked this morning.”
Once the two had drank the tea and Tim had eaten most of the biscuits, Nancy asked Tim, “Tim, what did your mom say to you about staying here?”
“Tim wiped his mouth and after thinking for a while said; “Mom said that if I don’t behave she is going to kill me, also, I’m not to embarrass her or you in anyway. Seriously, mom said that the same rules that apply to me at home, will also apply here, if I misbehave, mom said that you will spank me, and if I get into trouble at school then you will spank me here at home before bedtime. I promise Aunt Nancy, that I will try and be good, if I do fail, then will you please forgive me.”
“Yes Tim you can be sure that if you misbehave then you will get a spanking from me that will make your last spanking from me seem like a walk in the park. As for rules well, lets say they are no different from what you are subject to at home. Tell me Tim when last did you get a spanking from your mom? Honestly now, tell me the truth.” “The last time I got spanked, Aunt Nancy, was the night both you and mom spanked me”. “You see Tim, you have nothing to fear, there is nothing to fear, just continue to behave and you will not get a spanking. There is one other rule here, Tim, and that rule is, my bedroom is out of bounds, under no circumstances will you go into my room unless specifically invited, is that understood? The rest, well lets see how we go along before we make an issue, deal!”
“Yes Ma’am” said Tim, relieved that a lecture was not going to be forthcoming. As he looked at Nancy he saw the slightly amused smile just beginning to break out on Nancy’s face as she reached across the table and grasped Tim by the arm, an insistent tug signaling her wish for him to come closer to her. As he stood up to comply with her wish she pushed her chair back and before the surprised teenager realized what had transpired he found himself face down over Nancy’s lap his bottom raised up WHAP WHAP WHAP, and once again he found himself on his feet. His hands flew to his backside as he stared at Nancy in shock. She laughed at the look on his face and said; “That was just to let you know that I am in charge in this house.
“But I never did anything”, Tim spluttered still in shock, his hands instinctively cradling his butt. “I know”, said Nancy, “that was only a sample of what to expect when you are naughty in the future.”
Later that night as I lay in bed,  the pain and shock of getting spanked albeit only by hand and with his trousers still in place had faded, the light tingling was still there and it made Tim feel very good. His body began to respond and before long he was sporting a very solid hard on as he relived the thought of lying across Aunt Nancy’s lap. Life was good he thought as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensations coursing though him.

A few days later Tim got an invite to a party to be held on a friend’s farm, the location was not too far away and Tim being the well mannered lad he was, asked Nancy if she would allow him to attend. After asking a few questions and on being satisfied that there would be adequate parental control she gave Tim permission, reminding the happy teenager that he was required to be home by 12 noon on the following day.
The weekend finally dawned and Tim having been like a puppy with a bone the whole week began to get ready. He had a long bath and once done, dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen to show Nancy his outfit. She fussed over him and straightened his shirt for him gently chiding him at the same time for being like a little child. She asked if he had ever been to a party similar to that one he was going to tonight. Once she discovered that he had never been allowed to go to something like this, Nancy began to have second thoughts over the wisdom of allowing a young impressionable lad like Tim to go on his own. She decided to talk to Tim before she took him to the party.
“Tim, I think that before you go out tonight we need to talk as I feel that perhaps you are a little too immature for this type of party and maybe you should not be going.”
Tim’s heart sank at these words, he turned towards her and with an anguished look in his eyes, said, “Aunty Nancy, please let me go. All my friends will be there. I will never be able to look them in the eye if you make me stay at home.”
Nancy saw the look in Tim’s eyes and her heart went out to the youngster, making up her mind she softened the look in her face and reassured the worried teenager saying, “Look Tim, I really don’t want to spoil your evening, but I want you to promise me that if anything untoward happens that you will phone me. I mean it Tim. You phone me, anything at all, no matter what the time. The last thing I want is to get a call from the cops.”
“I will, I promise Aunty Nancy, and please don’t worry, I’m a big boy now. I know how to take care of myself. If anything bad happens I will phone you.” The reassurance stilled the worry in Nancy’s heart and soon the pair of them drove the 5 miles to the party where Nancy dropped off the excited youngster, once again reminding him that if anything untoward happened he was to phone her.
The party already in full swing began to get more and more rowdy as the night flew by. Around 10.30 someone spiked the fruit punch and as the inhibitions lowered as a result of the alcohol so the noise level increased. Tim had by then had more than a few glasses of punch and when a friend offered a spliff Tim took it and soon he was as high as the proverbial kite
When the first person fell into the swimming pool a drunk, stoned Tim, realized that all was not well, he tried to phone Aunt Nancy and as he dialed her number he realized that, perhaps phoning Nancy whilst drunk and stoned was not the brightest of ideas. He pushed what he thought was the cancel button and promptly forgot about it. Nancy sitting reading in the sitting room heard the phone ring but on answering it all she could hear was the sound of revelry in the background.
She disconnected the call and tried to call Tim’s mobile, her call went to answerphone and for the life of her she could not remember where she put the landline no. Worried she got into her car and drove to the party. By now the revelry was in full flow, there were naked bodies everywhere, piles of wet clothing dumped all over the place. In short the place was a mess.
Now, the worried teacher went looking for Tim and soon she found him, a drink in one hand and a spliff in the other. Both of which he dropped as he recognized her. “Aunt Nancy, what, why are you here? He tried to cover himself as he realized that his clothes were nowhere to be seen.
“What on earth is going on here” demanded the now very irate teacher as she walked to the stereo and turned it off. “Where are John’s parents, why are they not taking action here, is this the type of supervision that they give” were just some of the questions Nancy fired at the group of teenagers, now trying to get into clothes. When Nancy discovered that there was in fact no adult supervision she went ballistic. Recognizing most of the youngsters she started phoning their parents, soon there were angry parents everywhere as they collected their offspring. Nancy now set about getting the house tidied. Her tone brooked no argument and soon the house looked clean and tidy, she then made the kids sit down, girls on one side and guys on the other.
Once law and order prevailed Nancy grabbed a worried Tim by the ear and frog marched him to the car. Tim tried to excuse himself, all he got was a curt keep quiet, do not say a word. don’t even think about moving.
As the car pulled into Nancy’s driveway, she looked at Tim and said, “Go straight to your room and wait for me. You, young man, have a lot of explaining to do. Put your nose in the corner and stay there, Do, you understand me, Timothy Allen Spencer”
“Yes Aunty Nancy, I… I mean Ma’am,” said Tim as he got out of the car after Nancy opened the door for him. Tim no longer experienced the high from the dope and alcohol. All he felt was a growing dread in the pit of his stomach. The outlook for his immediate future looked decidedly bleak. His backside had already begun to tingle and throb as if it knew that imminent retribution loomed.
Standing in the corner Tim had ample time to reflect on the events of the night. He knew that he was in trouble, trouble with a capital T. He stood there in the corner for around 35 minutes before he heard Nancy’s soft footsteps behind him. He wanted, with everything within him to turn around but he knew that doing so would only increase his punishment.  
“Timothy, come here!” he turned and his heart sank as he saw Nancy sitting at his desk chair, no longer by his desk but in the middle of the room. In her hand, Tim spotted a very large evil looking bath brush. It measured around 8” in length, easily 3” wide and had a handle around 18” long. The bristle, in this case business end, was at least three quarters of an inch thick.
With mounting trepidation, Tim slowly walked towards Nancy, his fear growing as he read her body language. Man, she looked pissed. She directed him to kneel down in front of her chair and as he did so, she in turn was appraising Tim. Steeling herself because he looked so forlorn, she began to scold Tim, her ire and anger coming out as she launched into what, for Tim, was the worst ever scolding. All he could do was hang his head in shame. He found it difficult to remember everything about the scolding except for the bit about how disappointed Aunt Nancy was and how she felt she needed to teach him a lesson that he would never forget. Finally she asked “Tim do you understand why I am going to spank you? And look at me not at the floor.” This was the part he hated, having to answer these rhetorical questions. To Tim it didn’t matter why he was getting a spanking, the fact he was getting it was enough. Tim knew he had to answer Nancy,  so he said; “I am getting a spanking because there were drugs and alcohol at the party and I never phoned you”
“Yes and what else?” said Nancy, as she lifted Tim’s head so that he could look her in the eye. “Please Aunty Nancy, I’m so sorry, do I have to?” “Timothy I do not have any wish to embarrass you anymore, but you and I both know that the first step towards you learning from punishment is admitting to yourself that you have done wrong, otherwise all this is, is abuse. I am not about to spank you for my gratification, I am about to spank you so that you may forgive yourself for doing what you know to be wrong as well as for disobeying me. Do you understand that my darling.”
Tim swallowed hard, brushed away the tears of shame forming in his eyes, with a renewed resolve looked Nancy straight in the eyes, and said; “Yes Aunty Nancy, I think I do. I am so sorry for disappointing you and because I disobeyed you and I know that until I am punished I cannot forgive myself.”
Nancy, her heart melting reached out and hugged the repentant youngster, his arms gripping her tightly as he buried his face in her bosom and sobbed. Letting him cry for as few moments a few moments longer she urged him to stand and deftly removed his trousers and underwear before guiding him over her lap. Reaching down she took hold of the brush next to the chair and lifting it up said; “You know why you are being spanked so cry all you want.”
Raising her arm up high she brought the brush down hard right in the middle of his butt SPANK. 10 seconds later SPANK again in the same place, followed by a third SPANK and a fourth SPANK, all equally hard, all in the same place. Tim being of small stature and size, the large brush covered nearly all his butt, Nancy delivered each spank with gusto and vigor, she was determined to teach her charge the error of his ways and at the same time ensure he never wanted to be the recipient of another spanking from her again. She turned the brush over and gently rubbed the bristles over the raised welts.
Looking at the upturned bottom so nicely displayed before her she said, I hope that this spanking will teach you the error of your ways Timothy, I never want to repeat this lesson so let me make sure I never have to.” In-between sobs Tim managed to choke out a strangled “Please Aunty Nancy, it hurts so much…” He was in mid sentence when the next two spanks landed SPANK SPANK followed 10 seconds later by SPANK SPANK. Again the 10 second delay followed by SPANK SPANK.
For Tim the double volley seemed to hurt so much more than the single spank. It seemed as though the pain also doubled, already his buttocks had began to take on a decidedly rosy hue and steadily changed colour as each SPANK SPANK hit home. By now Nancy had started branching out a little so that each spank struck virgin territory.
By the end of the second round of spanks, Tim’s crying was at full force, his legs began to straighten out as each spank hit home and try as he might he could not prevent himself from trying to escape from the extremely painful spanking. Nancy used the lull to reposition Tim over her left leg, her right leg now draped over Tim’s legs effectively trapping him in place.
Tim had also begun to cry out louder and louder, his pleas for mercy and clemency largely falling on deaf ears. Nancy began again “You know that you are getting what you deserve Tim.” She said as again she raised her right arm and brought the brush crashing down on the upturned buttocks SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, four times in very quick succession the bruch struck home  before moving on to the next  area SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK again that slight pause SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK again a pause and SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.
The spanking continued like that for approximately 10 minutes, by the end of it Tim no longer had a voice left. His backside was now a solid purple mass, from the small of his back to the middle of his thighs and as he lay supine over Nancy’s lap, all that moved was his chest as he slowly fought to bring his breathing under control. Nancy allowed him the respite and once she was sure he had recovered urged him off her lap and urged him to climb onto her lap properly so that he could cuddle her. He sat very carefully, threw his arms around Nancy’s neck, and hugged her so tightly she had to get him to relax a bit so that she could breathe freely.
Together they sat like that for the next hour until Tim stirred, his eyes bloodshot from a combination of lack of sleep, alcohol and dope, coupled with tears from the spanking. He stood up and cradled his butt crying out as pain shot through him. Nancy told him to go and get into bed, promising Tim she would be there to help him. He went into the bathroom where he washed his face, wiping away the evidence of the spanking from his eyes and feeling a little better limped to his bed, where he lay face down in top of the duvet, unable to bear the weight of the duvet on his butt. Nancy appeared a short while later armed with a tube of arnica cream. Sitting beside him she gently and carefully applied the soothing balm to his rear, apologizing all the while for hurting him. Tim turned his face towards her and said “first you spank me with the intention to cause as much pain as you can then you apologize for hurting me. It is quite ironic.”
“Well if you can joke about it” said Nancy, “maybe I didn’t do a good enough job and I should start all over” “No, please don’t Aunty Nancy, I didn’t mean it like that.” Said an anxious Tim, relaxing, as he saw the smile break out on Nancy’s face. He scooted over towards the wall and gripping Nancy by the hand asked her “Aunty Nancy, will you please stay with me for a while.” There the pair stayed until Tim went to sleep, still gripping Nancy by the hand.
   
                         
This started out as a short chapter dedicated purely to the spanking Tim received from Nancy, however as I wrote it, it became apparent that a story without substance or body is nothing. As a writer starting out, I really value your input and critique, so please take the time to read the story and comment as you feel. Again I have tried to capture the essence and sense of the mother- son relationship. I believe that all men are really boys in a man's body and no matter how old they may be every little boy needs his mama and her love

Thanks for reading

More of the Same

Part 2B

       

     

  

  Timothy walked over to where his mother sat waiting for him, she had a very wicked looking bath brush in her hand and Tim’s heart sank as he looked at it. He knew he was about to receive a long and painful spanking from his mom.

“Come on Timothy, you have an appointment with Mr. Brush here, so lets have you here by my side.” The thought of another long and hard spanking on top of the spanking he received a short while ago filled the tearful teenager with dread. He began to cry, before draping himself over the maternal lap, pleading in between sobs, “Please mommy must you still spank me, I am still so sore, cant you wait until tomorrow before you spank me”.

The “mommy” in his plea told both loving mothers that the penitent teenager no longer felt his true age, but that Tim had regressed to a much younger age following his punishment from Nancy. As he felt the cool hard surface of the brush glide over the red inflamed sore cheeks of his butt, he continued to cry but he began to clench his butt cheeks.

“I see Aunt Nancy has done a very good job of tanning your backside, does it still hurt?” The involuntary flinch told the still angry mother all she needed to know.

SLAP, the brush rose and fell and a cry of real agony issued from Tim’s mouth as he felt the kiss of the brush.

“Tim, I want an answer to my question, I asked if it still hurt and I would like an answer” SLAP another one directly on the site of the first one and Tim arched his back as nerves spasmed. “Mommy please no more, I’m sorry, it hurts like fire”

“Well, let me see if I can relight the fire Tim, hold on it is going to get worse” With that Mary draped her right leg over the back of Tim’s  legs and unleashed a volley of spanks that literally took Tim’s breath away WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. The longer handle meant that the brush had much more spring than a normal hairbrush. Thus, the effect of the bath brush striking a bare object is much greater. Tim, by the end of the first volley only began to cry out as he remembered to breath. Mary drew in a deep breath and continued with the next volley WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, four to each cheek. All evenly spaced so that maximum ass coverage was achieved.

The third volley began, just as ferociously as the first and second WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.

By now, Tim was a total mess; his voice had long since disappeared by the end of the third volley. He had no strength left in him and it was only the fact that Mary had pinioned his legs that kept Tim on her lap. With a final “let” WHACK “that” WHACK “be a” WHACK “lesson to you” WHACK “young man” WHACK “I don’t ever want to do this again” WHACK Mary brought the punishment to a close.

When Tim recovered sufficiently Mary helped the thoroughly chastised teenager to his feet where he at once began to dance, cradling his ruined ass in his hands. Sobbing afresh as he touched the surface of his backside.

He heard a voice calling him and turned to see Mary sitting on the sofa, her arms outstretched towards him. She motioned him to kneel as she began to mother him. All he could get out was “I’m sorry mommy, I wont do it again, I promise” over and over. For the next half an hour Tim rested secure in the knowledge that his mother loved him enough to spank him. Yes no teenager likes to be spanked especially one as hard as the one Tim received but, the comforting after made the whole episode worthwhile.

Next Tim gets Aunt Nancy riled.  

Mrs Cameron and Timothy

Part 2A

She stood in front of Timothy, her hands on her hips, a classic pose conveying to the hapless young man that an answer was expected and that no answer meant trouble. Trouble with a capital T.

“Mr Spencer I am waiting…”

Timothy tried desperately to gather his thoughts. He did not have a clue as to the question. Try as he might he knew that he had no answer and the only certainty was that he was in trouble. Wildly he looked around desperately seeking inspiration, he coughed, stuttered and finally, head hanging in defeat he said; “Sorry Ma’am I can’t remember the question.”

“Timothy, I think you need some incentive to ensure your continued sojourn in my class. Until then please remove yourself from this class.”  

With that rejoinder, she turned and walked to the front of the class, leaving a stunned and speechless Tim standing there mouth agape.

Upon arrival at her desk, Ms Cameron turned and seeing Tim still rooted to the spot asked him what part of get out of her class he failed to understand.

“Mr Spencer, do you want me to call security to have you forcibly removed from the classroom.” This galvanised Tim into moving, he walked to the front of the class and in a low voice pleaded with this very stern and angry teacher for leniency.

“Please Ms Cameron don’t expel me from the class, I will do anything to stay, please Ma’am I’m begging you.”   

With that dismissal, Ms Cameron turned and walked to her desk, where she turned and faced the stunned, silent teenager, who stared at her in stunned disbelief.

“Mr Spencer would you like me to summon security to forcibly remove you from the class. Well?” 

“Please Ma’am can we discuss this.” Can we make some arrangement, some other means to sort this out?”

“Yes maybe there is some other way we can deal with this problem, however if I did then I could end up in trouble so I think the best thing I can do is to bar you from my class for the rest of the week.”

With that Tim returned to his desk and gathered his books and with a heavy heart left the room wondering as he did, how on earth he was going to explain this latest development to his already irate mother.

Tim did not go home straight away; he waited in the library until school was out for the day and went back to Ms Cameron to plead his case for re-admittance to class.

As he walked towards her classroom, he played out a likely scenario in his mind. As he entered the class, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to the teacher. She looked up from her desk and saw who had entered. “What can I do for you Mr. Spencer?”

“I’d like to ask you about the suspension Ms Cameron.”

“Yes what about it?”

“I would like to ask you to allow me back into class.”

“Why should I do that Mr Spencer? You swan in when you feel like it. You totally refuse to do the work in class and not only that, you are a distraction to the other students, so you tell me Mr Spencer, why should I let you come back so that you can disrupt my class further.”

“You said there was maybe an alternative way of dealing with this”

“Did I? You must be mistaken. I think you should go now and I will let you know when you may return to class.”

With a heavy heart, the dejected young man left the room and headed for home. He walked into the kitchen and said hello to his mother before going to his room where he sat at his pc and started to play a game.

His mother called him for supper at around seven and as they finished up there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” said Tim as he opened the door and received the shock of his life. Standing in the doorway stood Ms. Cameron.

“Ms Cameron,” said the stunned young man. “What are you doing here?”

“Timothy Alan Spencer, why are you standing there gawping and sputtering like that come away from the door and let Ms Cameron enter. As for why she is here, well you will find out soon enough.”

Mary brushed past her son and welcomed her visitor leading her past a very worried Tim, who still stood in the doorway unable to comprehend what had transpired. 

“Timothy Alan Spencer, are you still standing in the doorway. Come through to the sitting room and park yourself. You young man have quite a lot of explaining to do”, his mother said in an icy tone, the implications of which were not lost on Tim as he feverishly tried to set his mind in order and his butterflies to rest.

“Coming mom” said Tim as he closed the door and headed into the sitting room where his mother and teacher sat waiting for him.

As he sat down he looked at both women. Sat across the room directly opposite Tim sat his mother. To Tim’s right sat his teacher. Mary also looked at Tim, for she knew what had happened earlier today but in order to ensure the “cat stayed in the bag” so to speak had said nothing after Tim had come home. What Tim did not yet know, was that he was about to get the spanking of a lifetime, first from his teacher and then to drive home the lesson, from his mother.  

For the next five minutes, the two women chatted, ignoring Tim completely. Tim sat there feeling increasingly like a goldfish in a bowl. He tried to rise and leave the room but a stern “SIT DOWN” from his mother caused him to sink back into his chair, his demeanour now totally subdued. Somehow, he knew he would soon be bawling, his tears soon to be flowing as either women lit a brush fire on his posterior. 

Eventually the ladies turned and directed their attention on Tim who tried to sink even further into the back of the sofa.

“Well young man, would you care to tell me why you were excluded from class today,” said mom.

Argh she knows, thought Tim, as fear shot though his body. “I’m dead, I’m dead for sure” were the thoughts running rampant though his mind.

“Well Tim, cat got your tongue, come on now we are waiting”

Looking at the floor, unable to look his mother in the face Tim muttered softly, “mom, you already know, Ms Cameron has told you” 

“Yes, however I want to hear it from you”

“Aww mom! You already know what happened. Ms Cameron kicked me out of her class, I did nothing wrong, I was not paying attention and she got mardy (an English expression meaning to get or be upset) that’s all.”

“I find that hard to believe Tim, that Ms Cameron, a respected teacher, would for no reason exclude a student from her class. You must have given her reason. Would you like to know the real reason why you are going to fail and fail miserably I might add”

“What do you mean?” said Tim.

 “What I mean,” said Mary “is that if you do not change your attitude and start applying your self to your books, not only will you fail the year but you will, in all probability lose your scholarship. That young man we will not allow to happen. In order to stop the slide, we, Ms Cameron and I have come up with a plan.” Tonight you are going to get a spanking. I have decided to revive an old rule, I think you remember it, a spanking at school means a spanking at home. From tomorrow, you will sit right in front of Ms Cameron’s desk. You will also report for extra tuition following school every afternoon. Every Friday afternoon your progress for the week will be reviewed. If you do not apply yourself though the week, Ms Cameron will spank you. She will tell me and when you get home you will get another spanking before going to bed.”

“But mom I am too old to get a spanking.”

You may be 18 years old Timothy, however you are definitely going to be spanked. I can assure you of that. Now here is what is going to happen. You will go to Ms Cameron now and she is going to spank you, when she is done you will stand in that corner hands on your head until I call for you, you will consider the spanking from Ms Cameron a school spanking which means a follow up spanking from me.”

When Tim heard his mom say that his spanking would be in two parts, he groaned in dismay, it was one thing to get a spanking by a beautiful teacher, a real jerk off fantasy; however, the thought of also getting a spanking by his mother afterwards was not something he wished to contemplate.

When Tim turned to Ms Cameron, he saw she had a large hairbrush in her hand. Looking at Tim, she ordered him to fetch one of the dining chairs and to bring it to the lounge. Tim turned and did as told. On returning, he placed the chair as directed.

“Strip” said Ms Cameron briskly seating herself on the chair. “Come on, be quick about it.” Tim stood still, his mind unable to grasp the reality of the fact he was about to get a bare asses butt whipping and this was no fantasy.

Aloud he said to his mother, “mom, please tell her not bare”

“Timothy Alan Spencer, you have behaved like a little boy, so you will be punished like a little boy over Aunt Nancy’s knee,” said the stern teacher as she pulled a reluctant Tim towards her and proceeded to undo his trousers. Tim tried to prevent her from undoing the belt but a sharp SLAP on the back of his legs brought a cry of dismay from the unhappy youngster. It had the desired effect though because Tim immediately forgot about trying to stop Nancy from undoing his trousers and tried to rub the sting from his leg instead. Before the startled youngster knew what was happening he found himself, naked from the waist down, face down over the very knee’s that for so long, was the object of his fantasy.

“Give me your right hand Tim.,” said Nancy as she adjusted the position of his body so that she had her target area in just the right position. “I don’t want you to put your hand in the way so to prevent that I will ensure you don’t by holding it out of the way. Hands are not designed to be spanked with a brush, your bum however is and I am going to ensure that it gets a very good hard spanking” she said as she gripped Tim’s arm and forced it up out of the way effectively pinning Tim so that he could not move.

“Now Tim, tell Aunty Nancy why you, at the age of 18 are draped over my knee about to have your bare bottom spanked with this lovely hairbrush, just like a little boy of 10.” As she spoke, she lightly scratched her nails over the surface of his butt.

“Because I was rude and didn’t treat you with due respect, I didn’t apply myself to my studies and wasted your time.” said the penitent young man

“Not quite what I expected, but it will do”, said Nancy as she raised her arm and with a snap brought the brush crashing down on the upturned bottom in front of her.

Tim felt the air move before the brush connected. Mere milliseconds later a loud, BLAM! echoed through the lounge as the brush connected it’s target area, the left lower cheek. Before Tim could gasp at the pain, the brush connected with equal force on the opposite cheek, BLAM! The surface of butt stuck by the brush flattened and instantly turned white as blood drained from that area. Nerves began to scream as shards of white hot pain sent messages to Tim’s brain to return blood to the affected area.

The effect on Tim was dramatic, he arched his back and yelped in distress as the pain following the first blow reached his brain. His legs kicked straight in an involuntary reaction, However before anything else took place the second spank had landed. Now Tim’s yelp turned into a cry of distress as he realised that this was no fantasy spanking. This lady was really upset and the spanking was a real punishment spanking, not some erotic fantasy.

Nancy noted the reaction to the first two spanks with satisfaction. Good, she thought we are getting through to him. Focusing on the task, at hand she began to pepper the up thrust buttocks before her with enthusiasm and vigour, not allowing Tim to detect a pattern or rhythm, sometimes striking the same spot two or three times before moving on. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Tim began to cry out for the spanking and the pain to stop. Cries of remorse flowed like a river from his mouth. “I’m sorry ma’am, please stop it’s so sore, please I’ll never do it again.” After some time Tim gave up his pleas for mercy and clemency, He tried to struggle free, but with his arm twisted back into his shoulders, he was helpless and realizing this he simply gave up struggling and merely cried out as a particularly hard spank broke through his threshold.   BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Nancy could tell Tim was now reaching the limit of his endurance, he lay there yelling and crying at the top of his lungs, no longer struggling he simply cried and cried. She switched target and rained down fiery blows on the back of Tim’s thighs. This change in tactic produced a dramatic reaction as the tender skin turned red then purple within a few seconds. Tim’s muscles went into spasm as the pain reached new heights. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

A few more said Nancy to herself then we are done, she switched target again this time concentrating on the sit spot. These last dozen spanks w2ere by far the hardest of them all and Tim never even realised that the ordeal was over, that no more spanks were raining fire on his butt and thighs.

Nancy let Tim cry until he realised the end had taken place and that he’d missed it. All in all the whole spanking had lasted less than 5 minutes, for Tim it had felt like hours. As Tim came out of that pain induced place, he heard Nancy tell him to get up and kneel in front of her. He got off her lap and as his hands flew to cradle his aching butt, he saw the slight negative shake of his teachers head and before she could tell him not to rub, his hands flew to his sides.

“Timothy, can you hear me”, said Nancy as Tim looked at her,   he saw no anger or animosity in her eyes, “Yes Ma’am I can” said Tim between sniffs. Tim I want you to know that it is because I care for you that I arranged this little meeting with your mother. We have been communicating, for some time now and she is well aware of how badly you are doing at school.

This spanking is a taste of what you may expect the next time I take you over my knee, oh yes, Tim there will be a next time. You have show us that you need regular spankings to keep you focussed and that is what will happen each and every time you slack off.

“Will you tell mom about them, ma’am?” asked Tim as he realised that every spanking would in fact be doubled because of the “spanked at school, spanked at home rule”

“But of course Tim, although your mom has given me carte blanche to spank you as I see fit she will know about each and every spanking”. As from tomorrow, you will report to my class every afternoon where we will revise your work. I have spoken to your other tutors and they will forward any problem areas to me so that we may go over them.

“Am I allowed back in your class ma’am, You kicked me out remember”. Nancy ruffled his hair as she pointed her finger at him and said, “As long as you remember the rules, young man. As well as the consequences for breaking those rules” “Oh yes ma’am I definitely will not forget, you spank real hard, and it was not pleasant. Will you please forgive me for being such an ass.”

As she heard the apology, Nancy’s heart melted and she opened her arms to hug the youngster. “Come here you brat, give me a hug.” Tim literally threw himself into her arms and as she mothered him, she said to Tim, “You may call me Aunt Nancy if you like Tim. Now I think you have to square up with your mom” She patted his butt and as he stood she turned him in the direction of his mother and scooted him forward by smacking him lightly until he walked towards his mother.    

       

More to come!