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.
