As a lot of you know, my friend Nita has been away for the last six weeks visiting her parents in South Africa. Shortly before she left Nita made me promise to behave or else I would have to face the consequences, namely a spanking.
In truth I have really tried to behave, after all it is not a good idea to mess with a spanking mom. The only outcome that satisfies them is you bare assed begging for mercy as the brush or paddle, ( Mr. Smack) lights a fire of epic proportions in your backside.
That is certainly true of Nita, while she does not spank often, she makes up for it in the intensity of the spanking. My last spanking was a baker’s dozen with a cane. The extra was for standing up in the middle of the caning.
I have not been spanked for nearly three months now and although I do not want a punishment spanking, I know without a doubt that I need one.
I also discovered that the lovely Nita and my darling daughter have been chatting on facebook, goodness knows what they have been discussing. I do know this; it does not bode well for my butt.
The pair of them are as thick as thieves often cooking up some mischief which almost certainly involves my butt being striped, like the one time Nita came over to see my daughter.
I was at home and cleaning out the fire place, I have a lovely open fire in my sitting room, a source of great pleasure and a feeling of warmth on the cold winter’s night. Nita saw me on my knees busy cleaning and proceeded to spank me, I still had my sleep shorts on, they are very thin and offer no protection at all. During a lull in the spanking, I asked; “why am I getting spanked Aunty Nita?”
To which she replied, “because I decided, do you have a problem?”
“No ma’am I simply wondered, that’s all”
She carried on the hand spanking for about another two or three minutes before she shouted to my daughter.
“Bron, bring me your mothers wooden spoon please lovey.”
I began to object at this revelation, and got a hard spank for my troubles, along with a stern “Do not even think about moving anywhere little boy”.
The wooden spoon was duly handed over and Nita began a renewed assault on my now throbbing bottom. The spanks rained down hard and fast and soon my pain threshold was breached and cries of pain and pleas for clemency and promises of good behaviour poured from my mouth.
Suddenly just as the tears were about to pour out Nita stopped spanking me, telling me to behave she left the lounge and as I knelt upright and furiously rubbed the sting from my rear I heard the two women laughing and giggling. My daughter telling her friend she could not believe her father allowing himself to be spanked like that and wanting to know how long she had been spanking me for.
“Oh for about six months now, ever since he stopped taking his tablets properly and started getting poorly.”
“So that is why he is careful to take them now, mom and I wondered what had changed to make him take them. How did you get him to agree in the first place?”
“That was not hard to do, I simply told him off, pointed out that not only was he putting himself in more danger but all of us would be affected by his health problems. I told him that if he behaved like a petulant child then that is how I would treat him and naughty children deserved a good hard bottom warming.”
“But Nita…” he started to say, I told him that he would always be treated with respect and that while he was being punished he was to call me Aunty Nita.”
I fetched Mr. Smack and told him to bend over the table and grip the other side and not to move until I told him so. Then I gave him his first hiding, telling him that he would always be loved but if I felt he needed spanking then I wanted obedience. "Little boys" I said "need an aunty to punish them when they are naughty and get too big for their britches and their aunties always know best."
Since then I have punished him about half a dozen times. The last time I caned him I gave him thirteen strokes, it was meant to be a dozen but he would not stay still and I gave him an extra one, extra in number and strength, Pam told me, he deliberately misbehaved so that he could earn a spanking so I made sure he would never ever want one purely because he wanted it, take away the control from him.
Since that time he has not gone out of his way to earn one.
