Chapter 1
It was nice and sunny in the garden. It was spring. The grass was
starting to look green. It was so quiet, there in the back garden.
Mike is 19 years old. He lives with his mother, who is divorced. He is
slim, five feet nine inches tall, fit, enjoys running. He is in his
second year at University, and enjoys the life. Sure he is living at
home, but that saves money. He still gets to be out with his
University friends. He just needs to make sure he gets the last bus
home. Otherwise he must make sure he phones home and tells his Mum
where he will be staying.
Mike lent against the wall, musing as he did so often, about being put
across the knee of a beautiful woman, and being spanked to tears. He
had thought about this for as long as he can remember. He would look
at a woman walking along the street or sitting on the train, any
woman, and just think whether she would be the right type of person to
give him a good spanking. And they normally were.
Just then he heard his neighbours arguing, upstairs in their house. He
had often heard them having loud words at each other but today it was
particularly clear.
Susan was shouting "How many times have I told you. Ten times today at
least. I won't be telling you again. Do it now" the final words being
very pronounced indeed.
John shouted back "I'll do it, but I'm busy. I told you I would do it
didn't I."
"Sure you are busy. Playing on your computer. Not good enough. OK,
I'll count to three, and if I get there you know what will happen."
"Yeah yeah. Just leave it. OK!"
"One." Silence. Mike wondered what would happen if she got to three.
"Two." Still silence.
"Three. Right, get over here" she said very sharply indeed.
"OK, ok, I'll do it. OK" came the response.
"Too late by far. Get over here now" she snapped again.
Silence. Mike wondered what it all meant. Nothing for a whole minute.
Then someone clapped their hands. Strange he thought. They clapped
their hands again, and again, and again. He heard a short grunt. Then
more clapping, each one followed by a grunt. Finally, he realised
what was happening when he heard Susan say "am I getting through?
My goodness, he thought. She's giving him a spanking. Wow. Just like
that. She is all of forty five and he must be fifty. Yes, he had his
fiftieth birthday party three weeks ago. Mum went. Wow.
Suddenly he realised just how much he was enjoying listening to what
was going on. Listening as his forty five year old neighbour, who had
seen him grow up, from the age of three, as she was actually spanking
her husband. He realised just how it was affecting him when his
trousers tightened. His penis standing so erect it was starting to
hurt. It excited him that much.
The spanking went on for ages. John's grunts were getting louder. His
grunting then turned to sobbing, and begging for the spanking to stop.
"I'll do anything. Anything. Please stop .... please .... please.
The sound of palm on bottom stopped. There wasn't silence. He could
hear sobbing. John was crying. Wow. That must have been some hard
spanking. For John to cry.
Soon he heard the softer sound of Susan's voice. "There there. It's ok
now. You'll be a good boy won't you."
"Yes, I will. Promise."
Susan was now making soothing noises whilst John was trying to calm
himself down.
Suddenly he heard John speak more urgently "the windows open."
Susan gasped.
Mike stood closer to the wall. He would just be out of sight if Susan
lent out. She did. "Its OK. No one is there" she said. Next thing was
the sound of the double glazed window slamming shut. The noise was
gone.
Mike waited a few moments before daring to move. When he thought it
was safe he shot around the house, remaining out of view.
Once inside he rushed to his bedroom. He had to think. To relish what
he had heard. All these years little did he suspect. There really were
people, adults, who got spanked. It wasn't just kids. That is so cool.
Just so cool.
He realised he still had a full erection. What was he going to do.
Well, he guessed he would have to do what he normally did. He unzipped
his trousers, put his hand around his erection, and started to gently
rub.
Once he was more relaxed he went downstairs. Mum was there. Cleaning
the house as usual. She had a thing about it.
"Hi Mum."
"Hi Mike. How is your project going?"
Mike had forgotten about the project. He only had today and tomorrow
to finish it. Mum knew that and had been on and on at him about it.
"I will do it this afternoon, or tomorrow Mum. Promise."
Mum stopped dusting and gave her son one of those stares. "Please
Mike, I don't want to have to keep on reminding you. Why don't you
just get on with it?"
Mike looked at his mother. She was in her late forties, black hair,
with some grey of course, a light blue top with the sleeves rolled up,
and leggings. Her usual gear for cleaning.
"I will Mum. Really."
"Hhhmmm" she said. "Anything I can do to get you going?"
"You're treating me like a kid Mum." He added "or do you think a
spanking would help me Mum?" He half laughed. He held his breath. It
just seemed so right.
"Would it?" she shot back. "I can tell you Mike I would if I thought
it would help. I am so fed up with keeping on and on at you."
Wow, she said it with real feeling. Did she go on so much at him.
Well, he supposed she did really.
"It might" Mike found himself saying, almost half heartedly. Did he
really say that?
His Mum put down her duster, and stood looking at her son, with her
hands on her hips. "Now look Mike. Don't mess me around. You are
nineteen years old and we both know you are too old to be spanked. But
I will if it will help. It's just that I won't do it just the once. It
has to be the way we are for a while."
Mike thought about it. Not so bad. Maybe.
"What do you mean Mum?"
"I mean young man, if you are naughty, don't clean your room, don't
let me know where you are, come home having had too much to drink,
then its not a talking to you will get, its straight over my lap and
no arguing. How does that sound?"
Mike thought again. She was serious. He thought about John and how he
had felt about it, listening.
"OK Mum. Deal."
"Not just once then. It's for a while?"
"For as long as Mum. You decide. Promise."
Mike thought how strict she looked. Just like she did all those years
ago when she would tell him off. He did what he was told then. He
didn't need a spanking. She had never spanked him. This was going to
be the first.
"Right. So, lets give you that incentive I was talking about."
Mike suddenly stopped short. He watched as his mother walked over to
the dining table and turned a high backed chair into the room.
"Over here."
Mike stood still. Unsure.
"Now" his mother demanded, clapping her hands.
The sudden noise shook Mike out of his stupor, and he walked across to
his mother.
"Hands aside" she ordered. Mike raised them, and next saw his mother
reach for the button and zip of his trousers. Soon he knew it would be
too late. His trousers were yanked down to his ankles. His mother put
her thumbs inside the waistband of his underpants. Mike grabbed his
mothers hands. Stopping her. Their eyes met. Hers were stern. His
pleading. Their eyes met for just a few moments before Mike looked
away. He felt his underpants follow his trousers to his ankles. He
felt his mother take his arm and pull him gently downwards. He felt
himself bending forward, his eyes were half closed as he balanced
himself on her thigh, as he slowly lowered himself across her lap. His
mothers hand clasped around his arm. Steadying him but always guiding
him downwards. He opened his eyes as he saw the carpet coming up to
meet him. He looked underneath to find his legs dangling on the far
side of the legs he knew belonged to his mother. His trousers and
pants right at the end of his legs. His bare legs. He knew the rest of
his legs were bare. And of course his bottom was now bare.
Unprotected. He squirmed around, straining to see upwards. He looked
straight into his mothers eyes. Still stern. Not to be argued with. He
saw her raised arm. The palm flat at the end. He turned away, looking
back at the floor.
"I hope you learn from this young man."
With that he heard the first smack. A loud slap. Then the pain. It was
a shock. More than any pain. It was the first smack. It was very
quickly followed by a second and a third. Soon it was becoming
uncomfortable. The stinging was still there when the next spank
arrived. No respite between spanks. No comfort zone. Definitely a
discomfort zone in fact.
The spanking carried on, spank after spank. He was finding it hard to
stay composed. It hurt much more than he expected it to hurt. Much
more. Without realising it he was now sobbing. He could not stop
himself. The soreness. The hurt.
He then became conscious that the spanking had stopped. He knew his
mothers hand was resting on his bare bottom. His sore bare bottom.
"Well Mike, are you going to do your project now?"
He tried to speak but couldn't get the words out. Slowly he calmed
himself down. His mother was rubbing his bottom. It was soothing.
Helping.
SMACK
"Ouch. Yes Mum" he said quickly. "Please, enough Mum."
"OK. Just get along and do it. I will be checking on you and if you
don't get a good move on guess where you will be going again."
SMACK.
Mike got up as quickly as he could. He pulled up his trousers and
pants, and did them up. His mother stood up, opened her arms, and Mike
fell in to them.
"Now now. Its all over. Be a good boy, run along." She gave him a kiss
on his cheek. His wet cheek. . He didn't normally like being kissed by
his mother, but he didn't argue. Not this time.
He started to walk away, but his mother called him. "Mike, look at
this" she said, pointing at her lap. There was a small stain. It was
from him. He knew that when he bent across her lap he already had an
erection. There was nothing he could do about it. He thought it would
have gone as soon as the spanking started. He blushed. Embarrassed. It
was his Mum after all.
"Sorry Mum."
"It better not happen again, or you will be really for it."
"Sorry Mum" he repeated.
Mike obediently looked at his mother. He hoped he wouldn't do it
again.
"Mike, don't forget. You will be getting spanked if you are naughty. I
promise.
He went to his bedroom. Shut the door. He lay on his bed and put his
hand inside his trousers. And gently rubbed. He thought about the
spanking. His bottom was sore, but also tingly. Nicely so.
He got up and looked in the mirror and was pleased to see his bottom
was so red. Just as he had imagined it.
He sat on his chair and jumped up again. That stung he realised. He
placed his pillow on the chair and sat down again. Gingerly. That was
better he thought.
He took out his books and started his project. Yes, that was just the
incentive he needed. Exactly the one.
