So much time, so few spankings

It seems as though so much time has passed us by, after all it is almost the season to be jolly. For naughty boys to worry about whether or not they made it off the "Naughty" list. This is one naughty boy that has no such worries. Firstly in February of this year my Top had to close down her premises, closely followed by my other spanker moving to a different village where I now have little or no contact with her. I though it would not be a problem as there are so many mommies and aunties out there that would dearly love to spank a bottom like mine. After all they are very good at threatening me. Now my mama has announced that it is over, time for this naughty boy to grow up.
How do I tell the story of exactly why I need spanking, that it not only corrects my behaviour but sets my sails.
I lie in bed at night long after mama has fallen asleep wondering if she really cares about me and my needs. I don't need much, a kiss and a hug every now and again. If I get stroppy or lippy, a quick bend over my knee,  WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP and goodbye lip and strop.
No Mario you are a man, you have to behave like a man, put aside this childish nonsense, be a man.

I do not want to grow up, I cannot care for myself.I need to be guided and told what to do, mama makes the decisions not me.
If she wont look after me what shall I do?

You Deserve a Hiding Young Man

“You deserve a hiding young man and I am going to give it to you.”

I knew I was in trouble the moment I heard Helen utter these words in the store. I had been teasing my daughter all afternoon and although my darling wife ignored my antics, it all came to a head when my, our long time, friend had decided enough was enough.

“Just ignore him, Helen, he is only looking for attention.”

“Well,” said Helen, “he is going to get it and it won’t be the kind of attention he wants. That I guarantee.”

 Strangely enough the threat worked, we had not seen Helen for many years until she returned to the UK from South Africa after the passing of her husband and settled in the area. We had rekindled the friendship and we soon felt completely at ease in each other’s company.

Helen was alone and my wife and I wanted her to feel part of a family so we made the extra effort to include her in our lives. I discovered she possessed a keen sense of humour albeit on a short fuse. For many years Helen had seemed to live in her husband’s shadow, content to allow him to be the centre of attention. Now on her own she had allowed her own sense of humour and her own sense of right and wrong to develop.

I was about to discover she took no prisoners. In a moment alone I asked Helen, in a roundabout way if she was serious about punishing me. Looking me in the eye, she replied, “you are like a little naughty boy sometimes and today you have gone too far. Yes I fully intend to give you the hiding you have been looking for. Not today but on Monday, Ruth says you are coming round to change the light fittings in my lounge and entrance hall. We will settle this then.” With that she sealed my fate and stopped all my fun.

Nothing more was said about the incident over the course of the weekend and on Monday morning I took my wife to work. As I dropped her off, she said to me, “now don’t forget that you are expected at Helen in 15 minutes. Stop at home and get your tools and there is a box for Helen on the small table in the lounge, take it with you, she needs it.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said before driving off.

I stopped at home, picked my tools and ladder as well as the box for Helen and made my way to her home. I parked my car and unloaded everything and carried them to the door before pressing the bell to announce my arrival.

Helen came to the door and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, helping me take the tools and equipment inside. I handed Helen the box my wife had instructed me to take. Helen took it and after asking me if I wanted a cup of tea proceeded into the kitchen box in hand. I sat down in the lounge and waited for my cup of tea.

We sat and chatted while I drank my tea and when I was finished I took my cup through to her kitchen and got started on swapping the fittings around. I cut off the power to the lights and proceeded to remove both fittings before fitting first the fitting in the passage as it was the easier of the two.

It was while I was on the ladder drilling the mounting holes for the fitting that Helen took the box I had brought and removed what was inside the box, hefting it with a smile and a soft comment.

“Oh yes this will do very nicely.” Turning to me, Helen said, “look, little one and see what mama has sent me, I think this will teach you that it is not acceptable to behave like a little brat in town and embarrass both mama and myself.”

From my position on top of the ladder I looked down at Helen sat on the sofa with the Acacia wood bath brush in her hand. It looked fairly innocuous, the handle about 7 or 8” inches long and the business end 3 inches wide and about 3/8 inch thick by 4 inches long.

I knew this brush well having bought it for my wife several years ago. It had lived, hanging from the wardrobe door handle ever since. Having being used only once to punish me by my friend Nita.

She had given me a dozen very hard spanks on my boxer clad bottom for lying to her. Now 2 years later I was about to feel it’s bite once again.

My face must have been a picture as Helen chuckled and said, “Cheer up little one, a smack bum never hurt anyone much, well it does but only for a little while and you deserve a good smack bum for being such a brat.”

I muttered under my breath, something along the lines of it not being her bum in the firing line and that she would not find it so funny if the roles were reversed.

I carried on fitting the light and once it was secured I switched on the breaker and switched on the light. “Wow it makes such a difference having this light here instead of in the passage. Nice one kiddo.”

I packed my tools away and once everything was complete I walked into the lounge to find that Helen had placed a straight backed chair in the middle of the room and was sat on it. She looked at me and sternly told me to remove my shoes and socks as well as my trousers.

“I had hoped I would never have to do this to you little boy but you have brought this on yourself. You can leave your boxers on for now.”

“Helen, do you have to…”I pleaded, fear gripping my heart now that the moment of truth had arrived.

Helen looked at me, tapped her leg and softly said, “come on little one, Aunty Helen wants to have  nice little chat with you, park your little tush sunny side up here over aunties lap. Remember from now on I am Aunty Helen, not plain Helen.” She made sure my bottom was positioned exactly where she wanted it and slowly began to spank me.

The opening round was not particularly hard, however she did manage to spank me around a second apart, making sure she covered every square inch of my bottom. The second round began as the first, however, this time Helen upped the intensity, lifting her hand higher than before, trading frequency for intensity. By now there was a definite sting attached to every spank and I began to squirm around trying to avoid the punishing spanks. My hand made several forays into the battle zone to try deflect Helen’s hard palm until she tiring of warning me to remove my hand simply disabled it by grabbing it and holding it out of the way. Not satisfied because of the wriggling around Helen opened her lap and swung her right leg over the back of mine and trapped me in position.

Now I was trapped Helen stopped and lowered my boxers exposing my bottom, now beginning to change colour from pink to red. Picking up the brush she resumed the spanking. I was taken by surprise at the sting of the brush, the previous outing had been over my boxers not bare and the difference was great, much more sting, the acacia wood is light and therefore there is little or no bruising associated with a spanking using this brush. I was soon to discover my stoicism was to my detriment Helen intended for me to cry and the longer I held out the longer the spanking went on for.

In the end Helen’s strong right arm held sway and I burst into tears long before she stopped spanking me. Once the floodgates opened there was no stopping them, the tears poured from my eyes, and I began to wail and sob in genuine remorse. Promises of exemplary behaviour and obedience to her every will flowed from my lips in a seemingly never ending litany.

Of course like all mothers, Helen aimed to spank me to tears and once this was done she kept me crying long enough to drive out all the pent up emotions and ensure release, the kind of release brought about through a spanking.

Helen stopped spanking my bottom, now visibly red an swollen, great blotches of colour marring the surface and allowed me to finish crying before leading me to the corner while she made us a cup of tea.

Calling me from the corner a short while later Helen helped me make myself presentable before giving me a long cuddle and telling me I was forgiven.          

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Part 4 of Julie, a hairbrush and myself

The two exhausted lovers fell asleep still caressing each other. Their exertions this evening had tired them out, Mario fell asleep a huge smile on his face, true, his bottom still throbbed from the exuberant spanking his lady love gave him, her passion reaching new heights due to Mario’s surprisingly excellent skills both orally and his talented prick. The spanking though hard was responsible for enabling both sated lovers to reach new heights of passion.

Julie had long harboured a desire, not only to spank the young man in her arms, but also to take him into her bed. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined just how talented a lover he was. All she knew was that she wanted him, not only to spank again but as her lover. The possibility of having a relationship in which she was the dominant partner with the young man was high. Mario was an extremely well mannered young man and having being raised in a home where his mom, a strict disciplinarian ruled ensured Mario responded naturally to a woman being in charge. She too fell asleep with a smile on her face having lost count of the number of orgasms she had this evening.

The singing birds awakened them, Mario became aware that he was not alone in the bed and as the realisation dawned on him that his companion was Julie, he turned towards the still sleeping beauty and began to gently caress her body. Julie smiled as she awoke to the delightful caressing. She looked around and realised with a shock that it was morning.

“Mario cut that out, we should never have gone to sleep like we did, I promised your mom I would have you back home by 11pm. Oh shit, Marta is going to be so angry with me.”

Her narrative was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door, Julie put her gown on and rushed to open the door, finding a very irate Marta standing on the doorstep.

Julie said; “Hi Marta what a pleasant surprise, I was just remarking to Mario that I should have called to let you know that Mario was going to spend the night, I am sorry I didn’t phone you last night.”

“That was most inconsiderate Julie, I had a bad night last night as a result of fretting about Mario…” Marta broke off as a naked Mario came into the lounge looking for his boxers calling to Julie; “hey Julie, have you seen my boxers…” Mario faltered and stopped as he spied his mom standing next to Julie, the look on her face as she took in his naked body one of complete disbelief.

Mario tried to cover his genitals but Marta stopped him with a look that said, “Don’t even bother to try cover up”. Marta spoke, “What is going on here, Julie, Mario, will you two tell me exactly what is going on here, why are there clothes strewn all over the lounge?”

Both Julie and Mario looked around at the scene of devastation, Julies bra hung on a lamp shade, Mario’s boxers lay on the coffee table and Julies panties lay on the floor next to the sofa.

Marta closed the door and walked into Julie’s sitting room, spotting the dresser in the corner on which lay her instrument of choice, a maple hairbrush. She walked to the dresser and picking up the brush, turned and sat down in the middle of the sofa and said; “Right, what have we here, two naughty children, one of which has no clothes on and I surmise the other only has her gown on. I want both of you, now in front of me, Julie remove that robe, Mario stop trying to put your boxers on, they will only have to come off. I am going to spank both of you”

“Come on Marta, you can’t be serious, You have no right to expect me a grown woman to go over your knee and be punished like a little girl.”

Marta got up and walked towards Julie and lifted the back of her robe exposing her bare bottom before smacking it hard, causing Julie to yelp at the sting.

“And these marks, who put these marks there?”

Julie had the grace to blush, “well we were playing last night and Mario well you know…”

Turning to Mario, Marta said, “Mmmm not bad Mario, You have been taking notes. Did you use this?” as she brandished the brush.

Now it was Mario’s turn to blush, He said “Yes mom I, I mean we were playing and yes I spanked Julie, It was playing mom, honest.”

“Well Julie was it a hard spanking?”

“Yes and No, Like we said, we were playing although Mario did get a little carried away with the brush. You seriously can’t be thinking of spanking me, last time I looked both Mario and I are adults, we broke no laws.”

“True Julie but you broke a promise to me, what do you do if your children break a promise to you, or don’t do as they are told.”

“Well Marta I punish them…” Julie fell silent as she realised she had agreed with Marta that breaking a promise regarding the care of a friends child albeit a grown child meant the same as if the child had being disobedient. With a shudder Julie shrugged off her robe and like Mario stood naked in front of Marta.

Marta looked at Julie and said softly, “Good girl, glad to see you take responsibility for your actions.”  Grasping Julie’s arm she led Julie to the sofa where she sat down and told Julie exactly what she wanted Julie to do.

Turning to Mario she directed him to the corner and told him to turn towards the corner and not to look. Mario nodded and without further ado walked to the nearest corner where he buried his nose into the corner and grasping his hands together he placed them on top of his head.

In the corner he heard Julie’s  softly spoken words to his mom, “Marta, please don’t do this, not in front of Mario.”

Marta’s  reply was louder and Mario had absolutely no trouble in hearing her reply, “Oh no Julie that won’t work, I was really worried last night, I came over here only to find you and my son cavorting around naked as the day you were born, I can only surmise that you seduced him, and looking at his bottom I see you spanked him as well. The question I am asking is did you spank him as part of the sex last night or did you spank him for something else? No you did the crime together and therefore you get to be punished together. Now you have told your children as well as Mario to do this, now over my knee little girl.”

Having no more arguments the lovely 35 year old woman lowered herself over Marta’s lap.

“Well well, what have we here, a naughty girl who seduces innocent young boys for her own pleasure after telling said innocent boy’s mother he would be home by 11pm.”

Marta, I can tell you he is not as innocent as he looks why…”

Julie’s comment was cut short by a hard spank directly to Julies sit spot, the sting took her breath away, and was closely followed by a second equally hard spank on the same spot.

Marta spoke as she delivered these spanks; “I do not recall asking your opinion young lady, furthermore I would advise what you say as I do not tolerate cheek or back chat and young lady until you have earned the right to call me by name it is Ma’am or Aunty Marta.”

Marta punctuated the last part by giving Julie several hard spanks that had her gasping and writhing in a fair amount of pain.

“Julie you better give Aunty your right hand darling, Aunty doesn’t want you to reach back and have me hit you on the hand or wrist.”

A muted “Yes Ma’am” came as Julie reached her right hand back where it was pulled up into her shoulder and with that Marta began to spank Julie.

Laying the brush aside for the moment, Marta started the spanking by hand. Hard spanks that quickly had Julie kicking and squirming, her gasps of pain telling Marta she was struggling to cope. Marta always aimed to have her children crying during the warm up, she expected the same for Julie, only once she saw the tears and heard the crying would she end the warm up before switching to her main weapon, normally her hair brush. She then used the brush to drive the lesson she was teaching home. With that in mind she upped the intensity and before long had the lovely woman across her knee weeping as the pain steadily built up. Of course a half dozen hard spanks on Julie’s sit spots caused the flood gates to open quite quickly.

Julie felt a whole gamut of emotions as she kicked and pleaded throughout her spanking, she had forgotten just how much a real spanking hurt and the little play spanking last night, in no way prepared her for the intensity of this real spanking. Like any other penitent child she kicked and cried pleaded and cajoled, all to no avail as Marta was not about to be deterred in her mission.

Mario could hear the sounds of the spanking but could not see the action, had he been able he would have been treated to the sight of Julie kicking her legs in response to the spanking, her legs flew open on several occasions and Julies whole vulva was exposed. Had he been able to see, he would have seen how Julie tried in vain to avoid the punishing spanks. The spanking went on and on, Julie began to sob now, great racking sobs from deep inside her as she experienced for the first time since leaving her parents home, the agony of a hard punishment. Her pleas had gone unheeded and she could not move, her trapped arm held her on Marta’s lap as her capable right hand lit fire after fire.

Marta paused and reached out her hand and grasped the handle of the brush, gripping it tightly she looked down at the sobbing woman across her knee and said; “Julie your ordeal is almost over, I want you to be a good girl and take the final part of this spanking in  the same way you have taken the first part.”

Julie looked up at Marta and saw the brush in her hand, she cried out “oh no please Ma’am not the brush, please not the brush.”

“Oh yes Julie, naughty children always get the brush on their bare bottom, because you have been so good I am only going to give you 12 spanks, then it will be over. Do you understand me Julie?

“Yes Ma’am, I understand.” Said Julie as she sobbed some more, the thought of the brush terrifying her.

“Hold on tight little girl,” said Marta as she lifted her arm and with a snap brought the brush down hard, keeping the same intensity she quickly delivered the remaining 11 spanks as Julie kicked and roared her pain for all the world to hear.

As Julie sobbed over her lap, Marta gently caressed her, soothing her and allowing the still crying lady to calm down. As Julie became aware of her surroundings once again she looked at Marta and asked, “Is it over, now ma’am?”

“yes my sweetheart, it is over. I would normally make you go and put your nose in the corner but in this case I will not do that. You can get up if you are able.”

“Would Mario have to go and stand in the corner after he has been spanked Ma’am?”

“Yes Julie he would”.

Well then I think I should be treated the same way, don’t you agree?”

“Alright Julie, you are right, go and stand in the corner, put your hands on the top of your head and push your nose into the corner, don’t you dare rub your bottom, if you do I will take you back over my knee for a repeat dose with this lovely hair brush.” Julie got up and scurried to the corner, Marta hurrying her along with a sharp slap to her thigh saying “Scoot, corner, now!”

Turning to Mario she called him to her side. “Shame on you son, barely home for a week and already you have made it three spankings this week, come on over you go.” As Mario lay over her lap Marta looked at his bare bottom and saw the red marks plainly visible, “Mario I see Julie marked you last night as well.” Turning to Julie, Marta asked; “Julie did you use the brush on his tush?”

“No ma’am, only my hand last night.”

Marta chuckled and looking down at Mario  said, “Well son looks like it is three in this week, well let’s make this one just as memorable as the last one.”

With that  Marta lifted her hand and began to spank, She knew that Mario could handle a harder spanking than Julie could and set out to make sure Mario was crying long before she stopped the warm up. Because of the fact that Mario was lying on the sofa, it meant his legs were lying flat  and that meant his thighs and the back of his legs were accessible to Marta and well within range of her hand. When Marta had covered all of Mario’s bottom Marta simply carried on southwards to his knees before swapping sides and heading northwards again. Mario bucked and kicked wildly at this fresh assault on virgin territory and by the time Marta had completed two rounds Mario was already in spankland. He sobbed, howled and cried as the tender flesh on his thighs as well as the back of his legs was set ablaze.

Mario found himself, no longer the highly trained self assured non commissioned officer, but a small boy and just like a small boy found himself reverting to calling Marta mommy. “Mommy, please I am sorry I was a naughty boy please mommy, stop, you’re killing me Please mommy no more.”

“No Mario I am not killing you, nobody ever died from a little smack bum, the way you are performing, one would think you have never been spanked before. Stop wriggling like that, you are going to need all your energy for crying.”

Several minutes and many spanks later Marta stopped spanking, by now Mario no longer tried to get away, he simply lay there crying.

“Mario, look at mommy son,” said Marta as she gripped the brush in her firm right hand, I am going to treat you the same as Julie, so you will get a dozen spanks with the brush.”

Mario turned his head and looked at Marta, “Yes mommy.”

He turned his head and prayed the ordeal would soon be over.

Marta lifted her hand and using the same intensity brought the brush down on Mario’s bottom 12 times. Mario cried out at each one finally he lay there just sobbing, inconsolable that his darling mother had to spank him again.

When Mario had recovered Marta sent him into the corner his hands laced together on top of his head and Marta called Julie to her, “Julie sweetheart, would you like a cuddle?”

“Oh God, yes please,” said Julie as she opened her arms out wide and literally fell into Marta’s arms sobbing afresh.

After a long while both women pulled away from each other and smiled. Julie looked at Marta and asked “Am I forgiven?”

With a smile on her face Marta said, of course you are forgiven, I have punished you and we put it all behind us. You are my best friend and you know I never hold a grudge.”

“No” said Julie, “you simply spank my bottom. Oh God it still hurts, can I call you Marta again now.”

“Yes you can, why don’t you put some clothes on and make us some coffee while I cuddle my son.” Said Marta as she looked at the sight of her son sobbing in the corner.

“Mario, my darling come to mommy,” she said opening her arms as Mario came towards her. She enveloped him in her arms and held him until he stopped crying. Once he was calm she sent him to get dressed with a gentle pat on the butt, saying for him to hurry as she needed to speak to both of them. As Mario left to get dressed Julie entered the room with a tray and three coffee mugs.

The two women chatted and as Julie settled down, she became more at ease, Recognising that her friend had something on her mind she spoke openly, wanting Marta to open up. “My God Marta you have a strong hand, I feel as though I won’t be able to sit for a week, my bum is so sore. You have something on your mind, what is it?”

Marta chuckled and said, “Well little girls who seduce other mommies sons deserve all they get. Seriously now I need to ask you to have Mario for a few days I have to go to Pretoria for a court review, my useless ex-husband is trying to take David and Grant away from me. If you ask me he needs a damn good spanking. It isn’t  fair on Mario but I need to sort this out. Also trying to keep you apart is not going to work and as you say you are both adults. All I ask is don’t break his heart, that boy is very precious to me.”

“I won’t break his heart Marta, I love him too, just not as a mother. Yes I would love to have him stay here, I will look after him, that is a promise.”

Just then Mario walked into the room and stood next to Marta, who turned to him and said, “Mario , mommy has to ask you to stay here at Julie for a few days, I have to go to Pretoria, Michael is trying to get full custody of your brothers. Julie has said you can stay, but I warn you, she has my permission to punish you if she sees fit, remember the old school rule, well it applies here too”

“Ok mom, do you know how long you will be away for?”

No Mario I think about three or four days, at the most a week so behave yourself, okay?”

“Yes mom, I understand, don’t worry, I am a big boy now.”

With that Marta said, I have to get going, it is a 5 hour drive to Pretoria and I must be there by 3pm so I will say goodbye for now.”      

 

Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 3

I stood up and straightened my uniform jacket. Putting my cap on, I looked at Julie as she picked up the phone.

“Hi Marta, Julie here, just a quick call to let you know I have invited Mario to have dinner with me tonight. He has graciously accepted my invitation”

I could not hear the reply from mom but knew that Julie would explain that everything was ok and that Julie and I would be having dinner that evening.

The call made, I accompanied Julie out of the store and the two of us walked the short distance to Julies car. Julie threw the keys to me and I opened the car door for Julie, watching closely as she sat down, my eyes catching tantalising glimpses of Julies lovely legs as the skirt rode up her shapely thigh. Her skirt had risen up almost to the V of her thigh, exposing her panties. The view as far as I was concerned was simply breathtaking. Julie saw the glance and made no attempt to rectify the problem, in fact under the guise of stretching actually made her skirt rise even more and so revealed the sheer panties she wore. I walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat and started the car, putting it into gear before driving off, heading for Julies house.

Julie smiled as she watched me ogle her, I tried but failed to make it look innocuous I spent more time looking at Julie instead of the road and more than once Julie had to admonish me to keep my eyes on the road. “Just you wait young man”, she thought, “I am so going to spank you tonight.” As I came close to ramming into the car in front of us, Julie shouted a warning and said;

“Mario be careful, you nearly hit the car in front, keep your eyes on the road and your mind on driving us safely, Do you want a spanking from me tonight, because if I have to speak to you about your driving again that is exactly what you will be getting.”

The tone of Julies voice alerted me to my predicament, with a supreme effort I tore my eyes off the vision seated next to me and tried to concentrate on the road. I mumbled an apology and a promise to be more careful in future.

Julie’s retort made Mario uneasy and awoke him to the very real possibility that his bare butt was going to get a roasting tonight. Julie was very angry and he knew that when she got angry he was going to spend time looking at the carpet with his bare butt pointing skywards.

The thoughts running riot in Mario’s mind would have made interesting conversation. “Oh shit I am an idiot, why the bloody hell she left her skirt riding up her legs like that, I can see her panties and they don’t seem to cover much. What will I say if she decides to tell mom. I can just imaging the conversation, Oh Marta I had to punish your Mario last night, he was looking at my panties and ogling my tits. Yeah, mom will be right peed off and my arse will cop it.”

Thankfully we  arrived at Julies house without further mishap and as Julie got out of the car she said, “Well at least we got here safely, you young man are going to pay for that little near accident and don’t tell me you got distracted.”

A few moments later after collecting my scattered wits I followed Julie into the house and together we entered the kitchen where Julie sat at the kitchen table after first filling the kettle and switching it on.

 “Mario, be a love”, she said as I entered, “fetch my slippers for me, my feet are killing me, they are in my wardrobe.”

“Sure Julie”, I replied, turning to do her bidding. As I walked though the house towards her bedroom I wondered what was going to transpire this evening. Even though the thought of a spanking was not enjoyable the fact that Julie was an object of extreme desire made the whole situation highly erotic

I went straight to her wardrobe and picked up the slippers, they were of a simple design, cloth covered uppers with a rubber or nylon sole, on impulse I slapped my leg and was surprised at the sting. “ouch, that stings,” I mused as, slippers in hand, I made my way back.

I handed the slippers to Julie who took them and then told me to undress as she had decided to spank me for nearly crashing her car.

Meekly I complied with her wishes and once I removed the uniform I stood in front of her clad only in my boxers.

 “Come on, get over my knee, You have a spanking to come, don’t take all day.”

Ruefully I assumed the time honoured position every naughty boy assumes several times in his lifetime. Julie adjusted my position to her liking and once she was happy she started to spank me. This was the stuff that dreams were made of. The spanking did not initially hurt but like all spankings the sheer volume of spanks began to tell, especially when Julie concentrated on one spot for several seconds before moving on to find new pastures for her hungry hand.

A full five minutes went by before Julie pronounced herself satisfied and let me up, by then my bottom felt like it was on fire in spite of the whole spanking given as it was over my boxer shorts. They were not really boxers but fitted tightly and were made of Lycra. I was surprised because I was convinced she was not finished with me yet, sure enough once I stood up Julie told me not to get dressed as there was unfinished business.

“Yes ma’am”; I answered respectfully. I did wonder as to exactly why Julie left me in my boxers but as we stood in the kitchen preparing dinner I discovered the reason. My covered bottom began to itch, it was hot to the touch and the fire did not dissipate like it did when the bottom was bare. I tried to rub but Mothers have this innate sense that enables them to see out the back of their heads and know when their charge is involved in doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Julie never let on she had seen me rub, she simply carried on doing the job of preparing the dinner, only as she passed behind me one time she paused, bent over and in the process she removed her slipper, she then pushed the back of my head downwards forcing me to bend over and when my hands grasped the kitchen counter top she raised the slipper high into the air and brought it down hard on my boxer covered bottom. A split second later the second blow struck in exactly the same spot closely followed by a third and a fourth spank.

As she spanked she said “I do not recall telling you that you could rub your bottom, now did I Mario.” Before walking off leaving the slipper where it was next to me. Julie carried out the little task and returned past me where she picked up the slipper and delivered another four stinging spanks, this time to the other side cheeks.

“You can stand up now, remember rub and you go back over my knee for more of the same, only this time it will be with my hair brush, Marta tells me you really hate it when you get spanked with the brush”.

“Yes ma’am I will listen and will not rub.”

“Good, then I won’t have to use it then will I?”

We sat down to a lovely meal, well Julie sat, I gingerly sat on a cushion and yes I did enjoy the meal, even though my bottom was really sore.

The rest of the evening was very good, Julie had this thing about wanting to spank me again, this time she stood me at her side and then she removed my boxers only to find a very excited young man.

“Oh now what do we have here, this makes for a nice handle and I think we should go to my bedroom now.” Taking my member in her hand and using it like a handle to lead me by, she led me to her bedroom where she sat down after first removing her dress and then sitting on the bed clothed only in her underwear she grasped my very erect member and gently tipped me over her lap positioning me in such a way that my member lay only millimetres away from her wet sex, she then began to plaster very soft taps all over interspersing them with languid gentle rubs that only succeeded in arousing me further.

I squirmed and writhed in total ecstasy as a direct result of the incredible stimulation until with a loud groan I lost the struggle to keep from climaxing and blew up all over her lap. Fearing I had done wrong I said; “oh God Julie, I am so sorry, I have messed all over you, please don’t punish me, I am so sorry.” I tried to explain that this was a first for me, “I haven’t ever done something like this before, Are you going to punish me for cumming all over your legs?”

 She shushed me and told me not to worry as she had been expecting me to climax, telling me that now I would last longer when we made love. With a firm slap she urged me off her lap, , Julie walked to the bathroom and returned with a cloth whereupon she cleaned all the mess as well as my now deflated member. Satisfied I was clean she removed the rest of her clothes and climbed into the bed urging me to join her under the covers where I joyfully lost my virginity, guided by a few well placed spanks whenever I did something that did not please my beautiful friend, boss and now my lover.

Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 2

PART 2

No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.

The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. 

I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking  the pair of us to the floor.

Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office.

Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”

“No Ma’am I don’t…”

She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”

For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.

Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed

“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”

As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.

“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”

Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please,  I am embarrassed to talk about it.”

Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”

“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”

“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. 

“Mom was very  annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”

Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”

“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.

Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?

“Yes ma’am, I would.”

“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.

“Well ma’am…”

Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.”

Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”

Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.

Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.

She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her.

She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.

Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.

“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.” 

Julie, a hairbrush and myself Part 2

PART 2

No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.

The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. 

I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking  the pair of us to the floor.

Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office.

Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”

“No Ma’am I don’t…”

She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”

For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.

Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed

“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”

As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.

“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”

Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please,  I am embarrassed to talk about it.”

Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”

“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”

“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. 

“Mom was very  annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”

Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”

“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.

Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?

“Yes ma’am, I would.”

“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.

“Well ma’am…”

Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.”

Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”

Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.

Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.

She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her.

She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.

Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.

“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.”

Julie, A Hairbrush and Me

Julie, A Hairbrush And Myself

The story opens three years after Mario ended over Julie’s knee, Mario now nearly 20 is a full time member of the armed forces and decides to come home. He neglects to inform the lovely Marta.

Several years have passed since, to me the embarrassing episode regarding Julies bra.

Since then I had completed my schooling and thanks to mom as Marta became, I finished school with an above average grade mark. Mom pushed me and set goals for me to achieve, she punished me when I failed to meet those goals, punished me hard; but coupled with those spankings came lavish praise when I achieved and exceeded those goals.

After the end of the school year I had a six month wait  prior to the start of my national service and mom said that I had to find a job or at least start thinking about university. Mom and I had many a discussion and like any mother she wanted the very best for me. I, however was adamant and mom acquiesced to my will that I join the navy instead of going to university. Mom stipulated that I had therefore to find work.

“Maybe,” she said, “Julie may have a job for you in the warehouse.”

With that she dialled Julie’s phone number and when she came off the phone the job was arranged and I started working full time for Julie  in the warehouse.

The next six months passed quickly, in the blink of an eye, it seemed. All too soon I found myself on the train heading to the army camp, the journey took two days, two days spent sitting on a cushion in the compartment, sitting on a cushion due to a spanking the morning I was due to leave. Mom decided that due to the fact I would be alone without her guidance in my life I needed something to “Tide me over”. Whilst it was not a particularly severe spanking it still made a statement as well as an impression.

Eighteen months were to pass before I returned home. In the months I was away I had filled out. The training was rigorous and the results were there for all to see. My regiment achieving top marks in the physical fitness. All this meant that when I started my naval basic training I was at the peak of physical condition. Yes I was and still am short in height but now I had muscles. My younger brothers David and Grant said I was built like a “pocket battleship.”

I returned home on two weeks leave. Mom and my brothers were delighted to see me as I arrived without letting them know. The first evening was just mom and I, David had gone to see his father and Grant had gone out with his friends. I purposely never told mom I was coming home as it seemed a way of getting a spanking and although I had met a young lady I had not been spanked in over a year. But how I was going to bring up the topic I had no clue. In a  typical maternal fashion, mom solved that problem very quickly and very early into the evening.

After supper that night I helped mom do the dishes and made us each a cup of coffee when mom excused herself for a moment and returned carrying her trusty hairbrush. She sat down in the middle of the three seater sofa and after putting the brush down on the coffee table picked up her coffee cup and began to sip the hot drink.

Mom opened the innings by bowling a fast ball to me. It turned into an almost classic Yorker, almost clean bowling me.( *Note: A “Yorker” is a cricketing term. It is a ball bowled that is just short of a length and is almost impossible to play, at least as far as the batsman is concerned.)

“So Mario, did you simply forget to inform your mother of your arrival home today or did you neglect to tell me, simply in order to earn a spanking.”

I dug in deep just managing to block the ball, knowing really that I would soon be bare bottomed over my beautiful mothers knee.

“No mom, I try never to earn a spanking from you.” Wow talk about cutting straight to the chase!

Mom never said anything more, she sat up straight and looked at me, I knew all was lost, I could never look her straight in the eyes with a guilty conscience. I tried, but to no avail.

I dropped my eyes to the floor, unable to look mom in the eyes and lie.

“Mom, I am sorry, I deliberately neglected to let you know I was coming home, I have not been punished in over a year and frankly I am all at sea about it. There seems to be a storm raging and I am being tossed about as if in a life raft. I couldn’t very well come to you and ask to be punished.”

“Look at me Mario,” said mom, “it is perfectly natural for a young man leaving home and starting out in the world to lose his bearing and there is nothing wrong in admitting to that fact. Do you remember that very first time I punished you?”

Did I remember that whipping, oh boy could I ever forget that.

To mom I replied; “Yes mom I remember, you punished me for smoking.”

“Yes I did,” mom replied, “Can you remember what I said to you?

I remembered everything about that spanking, every detail etched indelibly in my brain, every searing whack of that big ruler as the edges raised welts that never seemed to stop throbbing, the disbelief that someone so petite and beautiful could inflict so much pain that I cried and cried, a little boy taught a loving lesson by mommy, all without causing any lasting damage. The lesson I learned that day would never be forgotten.

Marta smiled to herself as she too remembered that day, how she had acted without really thinking about the possible after effects of her actions, all she knew was her dislike of smoking and an inner knowledge that this was something no teenager should indulge in. Under normal circumstances her boys would have been bared over her knee while her trusty hairbrush meted out the punishment in an unwavering fashion.

While I reminisced on that fateful day, I pondered mom’s question, did I remember her words to me as she lit a fire on my bare bottom. As I thought about that afternoons events her words came back to the forefront of my mind.

Aloud I replied to mom’s question, “Yes mom I do.”

“And what did I tell you son.” Came mom’s reply.

“You told me that every little boy that got too big for his britches needed to be spanked and that you would always be there for me. If ever I felt I needed direction and guidance in my life, all I had to do was ask, even if it meant asking you to spank me. Yes mom I have never forgotten that.”

“So Mario, am I correct in assuming that not informing me you were coming home for a holiday was your way of saying you are lost and need some guidance over my knee?”, mom asked, her voice getting serious.

“Nervously I replied that that was indeed what I needed, rising to my feet, my arms at my side and my head bowed down looking at the carpet I waited for mom to give me instructions.

Marta looked up at the penitent young man stood in front of her, her heart full of pride. Pride in the fact that Mario had not lost any of the values she had instilled in the young sailor standing, waiting for her to punish him, proud that he trusted her enough to seek this course of action, knowing as he did that the remedy would be painful and that he would shed many tears during the punishment.

“look at mommy son, I want you to know I am so proud of you, you have matured so much, when you left home to do your military service you were still a child in so many ways and now you have come home a man. I cannot begin understand how much guts it has taken for you to make this decision to ask me to spank you, because that is exactly what I am going to do.  Now I want you to remove your shoes and socks, take off your trousers but you may leave your underwear on, then come and stand next to my knee.”

These words, spoken so gently and tenderly caused tears to well up in my eyes, I knew this lady who had become such a central figure in my life loved me dearly and in the coming minutes would prove that love to me by taking me to the edge of the abyss and then bring me back.

I did as mom directed, removed my shoes and socks and after removing my trousers folded them neatly on the chair. Mom sitting on the sofa was to me a new thing, normally all my punishment was carried out with mom sitting on one of the dining room chairs.

Mom looked at me and gently grasping my arm encouraged me to drape myself over her lap. Once over her lap mom told me to lift my feet and lay them on the sofa. In this way I was comfortable and the sofa carried most of my weight.

I felt moms hand rubbing all over my bottom, almost soothing in the way she rubbed, then she lifted that hand and with moderate force brought it down to land on my right butt cheek. Keeping the same moderate force mom began to spank all over my bottom, the spanks themselves were not hard, yes they stung but not overly so. For about five minutes mom continued in this fashion, keeping the same tempo as well as the same intensity. A warm tingling began to grow in my bottom, slowly getting more intense, the longer mom spanked.

Mom stopped then I felt her rubbing again and then her fingers went to the waist of my underwear and then she spoke the first words since I draped myself over her knee.

“Lift up, time for these to come down son.”

I obediently lifted up and felt my underwear slip down to my knee. This was another first, never before had I ever had a spanking quite like this one, I was normally bare bottomed as I went over her knee, Not only that but the warm up was a leisurely affair, However the sense of new beginnings soon disappeared as mom began to spank me again. Was it because of the underwear or was mom spanking harder than before? My now bare butt cheeks quickly caught fire as mom expertly began to paint my bottom red. Not content to only paint my bottom, mom branched out and the steady assault began to move southwards until she reached the back of my legs. The crease got extra attention and tears quickly came.

Of its own volition my right hand flew towards my bottom, intent on protecting the sensitive flesh, now writhing and reeling under the onslaught. It failed in its mission. Mom never missed a beat, correction, mom never missed a spank, as quickly as my hand flew towards my unprotected bottom to offer some shelter it was diverted and ended up stuck between my shoulder blades, held there by mom’s left hand as her right hand continued to turn an already red bottom into something resembling the sun

By now I had lost all semblance of decorum. I thrashed and writhed, pleaded and begged for the spanking to stop and stop it did. Mom looked at me as I turned my face towards hers and said, “Time for the brush Mario. I am not going to give you a lengthy session with the brush as I am not punishing you as such but am giving you a few strokes so hang in there. They will be scorchers so you may want to take a deep breath.” 

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM 

In less than a minute it was all over bar the sobbing. Mom had laid in 20 of the hardest spanks I had ever felt and now I really sobbed, mom kept me over her lap for about 15 minutes and contrary to her usual form did not send me to the corner for some reflection time. She held me in her arms for that is where I ended up as she soothed me gently calming me down. She had taken me to the very edge of the abyss and then hauled me back in.

Punished by my boss.

It seemed to be a form of a status symbol, getting to shag your boss. At least for a horny 16 year old it was. From the moment this boy entered high school it was as though a switch got closed. His hormones went into overdrive and all women began to be seen as objects of desire. Even his mothers friends, especially his mothers friends.

Most of my mother’s friends were young mothers, in their 30’s. For  a 16 year old 30 was old but oh boy were they fine, especially Marta. Marta was slightly older than most of them and had two sons, David and Grant who at this time were about 10 and 8 years old. I got to know Marta and the boys very well as midway into my second last year at school Marta became my guardian and mom.

Julie Davis was one of Marta’s friends and my boss, Every Friday afternoon and Saturday morning I worked at the local supermarket packing groceries from the customers trolley into the boot of their car. I worked at Checkers, the supermarket for about 6 months before Julie asked me to do her a favour, namely look after her two small kids one Saturday night.

“Do this for me and I will pay you R2.50. I will be home by 11 at the latest and you will make me a very happy lady if you agree to sit for me.”

“Sure Julie,” I said sounding all very grown up calling this very attractive divorcee by her first name. “What time do you want me to come round?”

“Why don’t you come round for 6.30 I need to leave about 7ish.” Said Julie, “You won’t need to feed the kids, I’ll feed them before you get there and if you like I’ll dish you a plate as well.”

“What they having?” I asked cheekily.

“Spaghetti”, said Julie with a smile knowing it is my favourite meal.

“Oh great, yes please Julie, that will be great.” I said, happily looking forward to a good meal and I was going to get paid for the privilege of spending time in this MILF’s home.

That evening I arrived at Julies front door and heard her tell the kids to behave because Mario would not hesitate to tell her if they, the kids, were naughty. “Remember your bums will get roasted if you misbehave.” A chorus of “Yes mommy” came from the youngsters as they dashed into their bedrooms.

I sat down after ensuring the children were down for the night, heated my food and ate. Feeling bored with nothing really much to do, before the advent of TV’s in South Africa I decided to have a look through the house. First mistake!

Second mistake was to not listen to the “good boy” sitting on one shoulder and listening instead to the “naughty boy” sat on the other shoulder.

I was busy looking through Julies underwear drawer when I spotted her bra’s, always curious as to what size the lady’s breasts were I took a flimsy bra out of the drawer and searched for the label when I heard…

“36C is what you are looking for, all you had to do is ask and I would have told you my bra size.”

“Oh shit”, I thought, “busted, how on earth do I get out of this mess?”

I stood upright, my hand automatically trying in vain to hide the fact I held one of Julies bra’s.

Julie took three steps towards me and held out her hand. Blushing furiously I handed the bra to Julie, unable to look at her or even say a word. I started for the door, in my mind visions of being reported to the cop’s and worse being branded a pervert by the people in town.

A single word stopped my flight. “STOP”

I started to try explain, only to falter and fall silent as this beautiful lady silenced me without speaking.

She walked towards her dressing table and drew the stool in towards the middle of the room and sat down on the stool.

In a tone of voice I had heard before but never before directed at me Julie asked rhetorically. “What would you suggest I do, Mario, to someone who abuses my trust, goes exploring my house, not content with just looking into the bedroom but actually has the gall to go digging in my drawers peering at my lingerie?”

I tried to answer, say something but due to shock and the subsequent terror at being discovered not only looking but actually discovered holding her lingerie, my mouth had gone totally dry and I could not formulate the words to speak.

I looked at Julie in terror, I simply knew she was going to tell my parents, no ways was this going to end amicably.

“Please Mrs. Davis, Ma’am…” my voice gave out and I stopped talking and looked at the ground, no longer able to look her in the eye.

“Please, please what Mario, why are you asking me please?

Speak up boy, speak up!”

My tongue still felt as big as my head but somehow I managed to articulate the thoughts in my head out aloud.

“Please Mrs. Davis, please don’t tell my parents, I’ll get grounded and more than likely it will be the excuse they are looking for to send me back to boarding school for the rest of my life. They will never let me live it down and besides my being grounded means I will lose my pocket money.”

“I have to punish you Mario, I can no longer trust you, I will decide on what to do about you, right now I feel like taking you over my knee and giving you a bloody good thrashing on your bare bottom. But if I hit you now it will be a form of abuse as I am so angry with you so it is better if you go now.”

With a dejected and forlorn “Yes Ma’am” I turned and walked through the house and out the back door, got on my bicycle and rode home.

The following weekend Mario arrived at work after school and greeted everyone, Julie included. The week has dragged and the whole week butterflies morphed into screaming banshee’s. Shortly before closing Mario received a summons to the office. His fate had been decided.

Julie too had a difficult week, her children realizing something was troubling their mom wisely refrained from mischief and so escaped their mothers wrath. Julie had problems with her ex-husband, a man that promised much but in fact delivered little. He had promised that he would be available to look after the kids but since the divorce a year previously had seen his children twice. Juggling finances a minefield in its self, let alone for a single mother. Cash was tight and although the kids wanted much they were content to know their mom loved them and tried to give them all the things they wanted.

What was she to do with the problem she faced with a young man she was genuinely fond of, one her two little children enjoyed having around, mainly because he was able to relate to their age group. At a loss as what to do she had phoned her good friend Amber.

The sound of the phone ringing startled Amber, she had put her children to bed and was sat at her dining room table. The table was strewn with exercise books and Amber was busy marking and checking her pupils class work.

Amber Roux was the head of department for language studies at the local high school, she was also Mario’s Afrikaans language teacher. She had taught Mario ever since he transferred to the school from the boarding school he had attended the first three years of high school. As one of the senior members of staff Amber knew all her kids as she called them.

“Hello Amber how you doing?”

“Hi Julie, I’m good thanks.”

“Amber I have a bit of a problem and I’m hoping you can advise me.”

“Sure glad to help if I can. What is it about?”

“Well it is about one of your pupils.”

“Is it a school matter Julie? If so you need to refer it to the school office.”

“No Amber it’s not a school matter but I think you know the child personally, my problem is Mario.”

“Ok Julie, I’m intrigued, what has that little scamp been up to?”

“You know he sometimes looks after my two kids on the occasion I go out in the evening, Well I came home early on Saturday night and found him looking through my lingerie  drawer. Caught him bra in hand so to speak.”

Julie heard a giggle on the other end of the phone and admonished her friend, “Amber it is not a laughing matter, a woman’s lingerie drawer is sacred, certainly not for the eyes of a 16 year old kid that had no right to go searching through a lady’s unmentionable drawers.”

“I’m sorry Julie but it does sound like the normal thing a kid like Mario will do, especially as he has a king size crush on both you and Marta, I am sure given the chance he will have a look through my lingerie drawer as well. Of course if I caught him doing so, he would not sit down for a while”

“What do mean…? Would you punish him?”

“Oh yes I  would, Mario knows  I would take him over my knee and blister his bare  bottom with my trusty hair brush. He would definitely not sit down for a long time.” 

 “Have you punished him before? I mean out of the school context?”

“Yes I have, that little boy is no stranger, I have known him for several years, the first time I punished him was about three and a half years ago, his parents did not seem to worry too much about him and on a swimming trip on which I was chaperone he got into a fight with one of the bigger boys so I spanked both of them. Must admit he is a plucky lad, I mean this other kid was much bigger than him and he gave as good as he got. I soon had him crying real tears, not tears of anger.”

“I am not sure I can do that, after all you have an excuse, you are one of his teachers. He is a lot bigger than my two, not sure I could handle him.”

“Julie “, said Amber, “there is no difference when a child is bare bottomed over your knee. On the plus side you have a bigger target to aim at. All you do is tell him that you are going to spank him, take him over your knee, removing his shorts and underwear along the way and aim for the sit spot on his bottom and turn it fire engine red. Whatever you do don’t stop at the first sign of tears, that little boy cries very soon after you start spanking his bottom, go past that stage and then he will plead and promise the world if only you will stop spanking him. Finally he will stop reacting and lay there sobbing, not fighting anymore, when you see him reach that stage, give him a few more really hard spanks then stop. Allow him time to cry through after you have stopped spanking him and then if you like you can send him to spend some time in the corner with his hands on top of his head. Give him about 5 minutes then you can cuddle him and give him as much comfort as you like.”

“Why hands on his head Amber?”

“A spanking hurts and the natural reaction will be to rub his bottom to try relieve the sting. Not allowing him to rub his bottom will reinforce the lesson you are teaching him.”

“Amber thank you so much, you have given me much food for thought, I really have a soft spot for the kid and I am sure he will never peek in my wardrobe again, one thing Amber, I only have a coat brush, will that be okay to use on Mario’s bottom. The head is about 6 inches long and it is 3 inches at it’s widest part.”

Amber chuckled and replied in the affirmative. After extracting a promise from Julie to let her know the outcome Amber hung up the phone.

The summons to report to Julie’s office in the warehouse caused all sorts of jitters to Mario, he had been on tenterhooks all week and now that the day had arrived he was almost in a panic. He was sure Julie would tell his parents what he had done and the result would be banishment to boarding school.

Julie heard the commotion outside her office and saw Mario’s arrival and on a whim decided to make him wait until everybody had left and gone home.

Sure that they were alone in the warehouse Julie called for Mario to enter her office after first laying the brush on her desk in plain view, ensuring this would be the very first thing Mario noticed as he entered the office.

Mario heard Julie call him and entered her office, as Julie had planned he spotted the brush lying on the desk. A sense of relief rushed through him as he realised Julie planned to spank him herself. Even though he was relieved that his parents would not find out about this escapade he knew Julie was very angry with him and he was not totally out of danger yet.

Keeping his eyes down Mario walked to the desk and stopped, he said, “You wanted to see me Ma’am.”

Julie noticed the downcast eyes and heard the Ma’am title, a sure sign that Mario knew he was in the dog house.

“yes Mario, I do, what do you have planned for tonight?”

Mario was surprised at the question, “I was going to meet Patty at the drive-in” he answered.

“What time are you expected at home Mario,” Julie asked as she picked up the brush from the desk top, covertly watching Mario’s eyes follow the brush.

“I’m not expected at any time, my parents know I am going to the drive-in.”

“Well those plans are changed as of now, you and I have some business to take care of tonight so you will be coming home with me. Where is your bike?”

“I parked it in front of the shop by the bicycle storage ma’am.”

Julie told Mario to fetch the bike and leave it in the warehouse as she would drive them home. She said nothing about how Mario was going to get home but not wishing to anger Julie, Mario said nothing, merely nodding and fetched his bike storing it where he was told.

The pair of them locked the warehouse and walked to the Julies car where they got in and Julie drove them to her home.

Julies two children came rushing to meet them as they heard their mothers car in the driveway, the housekeeper waiting in the doorway for her employer to come inside. Swatting Mario on the bottom with her hand, Julie shooed the three youngsters inside.

Mario yelped as he felt Julie’s hand connect and covered his bottom as he scampered inside anxious to avoid another swat. Julie smiled and softly told the youngster that the swat was only a playful one and that his bottom would soon feel a lot sorer.

The family sat down at the dinner table, Mario included and later after dinner and when the children had washed up they went to bed and Julie and Mario went through to the living room to talk.

Julie sat down on the sofa gesturing for Mario to sit opposite her. As Mario sat down he noticed the brush had made an appearance again.

Julie began to speak, telling Mario she had decided that there was nothing to be gained by telling Mario’s parents about the events of the previous weekend.

 “I want you to know young man that your actions last weekend was despicable. I had every intention of not only firing you but informing your parents as well. After speaking to your teacher however I decided to punish you myself. So this is what is going to happen tonight, you are going to be spanked on your bare bottom, thereafter you will go to bed in the spare room. I will phone your parents and tell them you are looking after my children and will spend the night here. After I have punished you this matter will be closed and you will be my good boy again. There is just one small matter left to tell you, from now on please do not address me by name, if you like you may call me Aunty Julie.”

“I would like that Aunty, will it really be over? Asked Mario, his eyes misting over as he looked at Julie, unable to take in what he had heard.

Julie was quick to reassure the young boy and called Mario to her where she hugged him and cuddled him all the while telling him she loved him.

After a while Julie motioned for Mario to stand up, she told him to remove his shorts and draped him over her lap before lowering his underwear. As Julie positioned the trembling young man to her satisfaction  she felt the pressing of Mario’s erection. Mario knew he was aroused and tried to apologise.

Julie spared him the embarrassment of explaining why he had an erection by raising the brush and bringing it down hard onto the flushed bottom lying over her lap. WHACK

The burning sting was just beginning to settle down when WHACK the next spank struck right on top of the first spank, reigniting the burning sensation until it became a raging fire. WHACK the third spank  landed with precision exactly in the same spot.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, by now Mario’s bottom had begun to change colour, the opening innings had ignited a raging fire and Mario was in distress, his cries mute testimony to the efficiency of the brush as a spanking implement.

Satisfied that she had Mario’s full attention, Julie began to branch out, the brush igniting a fire wherever it struck. Julie concentrated her attack on the junction between upper thigh and bottom cheeks, landing several salvo’s of eight spanks on each before moving on to fresh pastures.

As Amber had predicted Mario was exceptionally vocal in his cries of pain, offers of contrition and promises of good behaviour poured from his mouth. Finally, totally worn out Mario lay supine over her lap, no longer fighting, indeed he seemed to be lifting his bottom to each spank, merely crying out and sobbing as the brush wrecked havoc. Mario’s bottom fairly glowed the fire seemingly raging out of control and Julie knew she had spanked enough.

Mario never knew that he was no longer being punished as he lay sobbing. Finally as he left spank land and realised the spanking had stopped he raised his tear filled eyes turned towards Julie and cried out his remorse at his behaviour begging for forgiveness. Seeing the distress in his eyes and hearing the heartfelt plea in the sobbing voice, Julie had to steel herself to act out the final part of this drama. She said,

“Mario, can you hear me?”

Sobbing the reply came, “Yes Ma’am…”

Making sure to keep the tone of her voice stern Julie said,

“Mario I want you to go and stand in the corner with your hands on top of your head and think about why Aunty Julie has had to spank you tonight. No rubbing or else you go back over my knee, do you understand?”

The tearful youngster answered that he understood.

“What do you understand Mario?”

“You want me to go and stand in the corner…” there was a long pause as the crying youngster sobbed some more and wiped his nose smearing mucous all over his face, before he continued; “I must not rub my bottom and must keep my hands on top of my head”

“Very good my darling, now do what Aunty has told you to do.”

She sat back on the sofa and watched as the crying young man shuffled towards the corner he had been instructed to stand in. With a supreme effort he stood tall and buried his nose into the corner and put his hands on top of his head, no way did he want a repeat performance.

It seemed like hours but in reality it was only a quarter of an hour that Mario stood nose buried deep into the corner. It took all his will power to keep his hands on top of his head as his bottom throbbed abominably. The itching grew and grew to a point where it actually pained as much if not more than during the actual spanking. As he had been instructed the penitent young man had pondered long and hard about just why he was in this situation and he vowed never to get into so much trouble ever again.

Julie too had been pondering about the events taking place this evening, she, after more than three years alone had been flattered by the attention the young man standing in the corner had given her. As she looked at Mario her eyes were drawn to the glowing bottom displayed before her. The dark red colours turning almost purple in places stark testimony to the effect a brush wielded long and hard could cause. As she looked at Mario she knew he was suffering and as he fidgeted and squirmed in the corner she saw his hands laced together turning almost white so hard were they gripping each other in a conscious effort to prevent them flying to cradle and rub his burning itching throbbing bottom. As she gazed at the sight in front of her she experienced a sense of satisfaction hitherto unknown to her. Julie decided it was time to bring the evening’s festivities to a close.

“Mario, no don’t turn around. You may rub your bottom now darling”

Said Julie and watched as the hands so tightly grasped together flew to and tenderly cradled the throbbing cheeks and frantically began to rub. This caused more blood to flow and also brought on a fresh round of pain causing tears to once again form in Mario’s eyes. Julie watched in  amusement as Mario began to seemingly dance as he frantically rubbed and rubbed.

The ringing of the telephone startled both of them, Julie got up and walked to the table on which the telephone sat and picked up the handset. It was Amber on the line.

“Hi Amber no, it’s not too late. What can I do for you?”

There was a pause as Julie listened to what Amber was saying. Then to Mario’s disbelief he heard Julie reply;

“yes Amber, Mario is here, and yes…” her eyes looked at Mario and she smiled as he frantically silently urged her to keep quiet about his been punished by her.

To Mario’s horror he heard Julie carry on the conversation, “He is here frantically rubbing his bottom. You should see it a lovely shade of red with purple tones in between. Yes I am sure he will think long and hard before ever doing something so stupid ever again.

Again a pause as Amber spoke and then Julie said goodbye and turning to Mario she said, “Mario Aunty Amber says sleep tight darling and sends her love”   

With that she walked to Mario and hugged him. “Cheer up sweetheart, it is not the end of the world, beside Aunty Amber tells me you have been over her lap too”

Mario wrapped his arms around Julie and returned the hug resting his head in the deep valley between her breasts. Conscious of his returning libido Mario pulled away before Julie could feel his arousal.

“Come little one it is time you went to bed, it has been a long day and I want to put some cream on your bottom. Make sure you don’t suffer too much tomorrow.” With that Julie led Mario into the spare room where she opened the covers allowing Mario to get into the bed, ensuring he lay flat on his stomach, his glowing red bottom pointing skywards. Julie left for a moment and returned carrying a bottle of lotion and a tube of Arnica cream.

“Scoot up sweetheart, let me sit next to you. Good lad!” said Julie as she sat down next to Mario and handing him the bottle of lotion began to smear the soothing cream onto the glowing cheeks before her.

Mario flinched in pain as he felt Julie’s hand on his bottom, her hand felt so soft and he marvelled that such soft hands could inflict so much pain. He turned his head towards her and could see the breast he had fantasized about sway freely under her top as Julie gently spread the soothing cream all over his bottom ensuring the sit spots, paid special attention during the spanking, were well covered.

Julie looked down at the young man lying on the bed as she coated the red swollen bottom before her, her heart filled with an affection for him. She had always liked him, ever since she met him, some day he would make some young woman a good husband. She marvelled at how readily he had accepted her discipline, being a reluctant but obedient participant in the evening’s festivities. She  realised Mario needed a strong woman to guide him and hoped to be a part of shaping this young man’s life.