Going up the wall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I honestly feel like I am going up the wall. I have reached a new low at the moment, My darling mama is poorly and I need spanking. Nobody seems  to want the task, I was even cheeky to my mom and she did nothing.
I honestly do not know what is happening, yesterday Aunty Nita spent the day with us and several times I got a look that normally meant get your bottom bare and into the corner with your hands on your head.
What does a brat have to do to get some attention around here???????????????
I really feel lonely and left out and it scares the crap out of me. I am scared,  really scared. I look at her, such a vibrant person and she can not move without pain

Spanked In The Bathroom

Spanked In The Bathroom

Like most stories, this story has a trigger, the trigger being a post by Aunty Andrea on the Spank Shop blog. I looked at the picture of a young girl being spanked in the bathroom and the resulting tears on her face mute testimony to the effectiveness of getting a spanking whilst wet, straight out of the bath.

As many of my readers will know, I live with my guardian and her two sons David and Grant. Mom’s name is Marta Van Rensburg. Mom became my legal guardian after my natural parents relocated to the coast and left me in her care. My father was ill and my mother devoted all her time to caring for him. Mom decided she wanted full parental rights and my parents felt it to be in my best interest for me to stay with Marta now called mom.

All my school life I have had to fight to protect myself from those boys both older and bigger than me. These boys saw me as an easy target for their bullying, that is until they learned otherwise to their cost and shame. Throughout my schooling my class mates were on average 18 months to 2yrs older than me. I started school in a Crown colony in the year I turned 5. My class mates in the year they turned 7.

By the time I reached high school I was already a veteran scrapper, being hauled in front of my house masters on many an occasion for fighting. To my credit I seldom started the fight but certainly finished them. Mom’s best friend is Aunty Amber, one of my teachers and she during a discussion with mom informed her that I was not afraid to get into a fight and that I, in spite of my size seldom lost.

Mom decided that the fighting was to stop forthwith, unfortunately she only told me, not the other boys. I presume because the other boys were not her concern. I however was her concern. Mom told me I would be punished  if I got caught fighting at school, Because mom never told me I could not fight outside the school grounds, I naively took this to mean that it was okay to fight as long as it was not on the school grounds. Boy was I ever mistaken!!!!!!!

The first time I fought after coming to live with mom was two days before my 16^th birthday, we fought, to this day I cannot remember why, however we were both a mess afterwards. I matched his black eye, my shirt was torn and he was bleeding from the deep gouges where my satchel buckles had snagged on his arm after I hit him with it.

Unfortunately it was Aunty Amber who some girls called to break up the fight and although the fight technically took place off school grounds, the school, namely Aunty Amber got involved. Justice was swift and both of us got caned. Six of the best from a rather disappointed and annoyed teacher. We both signed the punishment book and I was informed that Aunty Amber would be contacting mom to tell her of the events and aftermath of the afternoons festivities.

Mom was most displeased and before bed time I found myself bawling my eyes out as mom did everything possible to set my butt alight using her very capable hairbrush. Now a hairbrushing is bad enough on its own but coming scant hours after six of the best from Aunty Amber it was pure torture. Mom proved her stamina far exceeded mine as she wore me out long before she finished. The promise of an even more severe spanking was enough to deter me from fighting for over 3 months.

The day of infamy started much like December the 7^th 1941, a beautiful clear day and as I walked the short distance to school from home I enjoyed the freshness of the early morning. However unlike that day long ago, there were no Japanese bombers attacking Pearl harbour.  Instead there was Brett Martin, the class idiot, he was 19 years old and had already been kept back a year. He had tried to force a friend to allow him to copy her homework and when she refused he started hitting her. At 6’ 2” Brett was a big guy but for all his size he was incredibly slow and what was worse he was a sucker for a right cross as well as having a glass jaw. When I tried to intervene he slapped me and then committed his big mistake. He allowed me to get up. The fight was very one sided and before anyone could yell “FIGHT FIGHT” it was over. And three other seniors were pulling me off him as I was attempting to smash his face through the concrete of the pavement.  

It was only later in the morning when I spoke to Mrs Roux, Aunty Amber, that my butt began to twitch and I knew that I was in for it. As far as the school was concerned I had stopped a guy beating up on a girl and the school decided not to punish me. Mom however was a totally different matter.

Aunty Amber tried to intervene on my behalf but I told her mom would still punish me for fighting. I went home with a heavy heart as the prospect of a spanking from my beloved mom loomed ever closer.

I decided to have an early bath before mom got home and was almost finished when mom came into the bathroom with fire in her eyes. Before I could even plead for mercy mom had reached out and grasping my ear hauled me to my feet.

“I SMACK thought SMACK I SMACK told you SMACK no more SMACK fighting” SMACK. This first salvo of six spanks were all directed to the tops of my legs, I twisted and wriggled, trying desperately to escape the stinging slaps to my legs.

“Get out of the bath Mario, Now little boy, don’t make me tell you again” Mom said, her voice stern and I discerned the anger, but more than simple anger, there was disappointment in her voice.

I climbed out of the bath my hand immediately rubbing the tops of my legs, trying to rub away the sting.

“Mario”, said mom; “you know better than to rub young man, take your hands away from your bottom before I fetch the strap.”

“Yes mom,” I said moving my hand to my side.

“What did I tell you about fighting Mario?”

I knew that I had to answer mom’s question, I also knew that if mom did not like the answer she spanked me until I gave her the correct one.

“You told me I was not allowed to fight mom, but mom…”

I got no further as mom dragged me closer to her , pushed her left leg out and bent me over her leg, wrapped her arm over my shoulder thus effectively pinning me in place and proceeded to spank.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, all 8 spanks landing on exactly the same spot, right where thigh meets bottom. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK seconds later the other side got the same treatment.

I had never been spanked straight out of the bath before. Mom’s hand was also wet, oh boy it stung like a thousand ants all biting at the same time.

“Tell me Mario, what did I tell you about the next spanking you would get for fighting?”

I was so busy trying to get rid of the sting from those slaps to my sit spot and to cover my bottom that I failed to answer straight away.

“I spoke to you young man”, each syllable punctuated by a stinging slap to the top of my legs again and again.

“mommieeeeeee, I’mmmmmmm sorrrrrrrrry,”  I cried out in agony, the stinging in my rear driving all thought of dissention out of my mind. Mom kept on the slaps, only now she branched upwards, her hand covering every square millimetre of my bottom and upper thighs.

“Mario, I can keep this up longer than you can stand it, in fact lets up the ante a little.”

The slapping stopped and as I opened my eyes to see the reason why, I cried out in horror, screaming out “ No mommieeee please not the bath brushpleaseeeee”

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Again and again the horrible brush struck home, every spank causing fresh agony to my already sore bottom. It was as though every spank caused the drops of water clinging to my skin to boil, the tiny burns causing excruciating agony that drove all coherent thought from my mind.

Mom was like someone driven, she totally ignored my cries and my pleas for her to stop, intent on driving home the lesson she wished to teach me and that was never to fight again.

Long after I gave up screaming and simply hung over mom’s leg sobbing afresh as each spank of that horrible brush struck home mom finally stopped. Later I was to learn that mom had only given me 24 spanks with the brush. To this day it remains as the most severe spanking I ever received from my mom.

Andrew Finds His Mom

The night was still young when Andrew and his friends arrived outside the night club. Already fuelled by a considerable quantity of alcohol consumed before they had even left the college campus, the three young men were out to ‘paint the town red’. After all reaching your majority was surely an excuse for a celebration. Andrew was 21 years of age.

Raised in a succession of foster homes, Andrew never knew his parents; his father had absconded the moment his mother announced she was pregnant leaving the 16 year old girl to fend for herself. A succession of men all used and abused the young girl and at the age of three Andrew was removed into care and never saw his mother again.

The party got really loud and everyone had a good time, Somehow during the course of the night Andrew had got separated from his companions and after getting chucked out of the night club he staggered down a side street where the urge to throw up overwhelmed him and leaning against the fence he succumbed to the inevitable and emptied the contents of his stomach. Now the initial heaving withdrew and he was left with a sickly taste in his mouth. Spying a tap on the back wall of the house Andrew decided that anything was preferable to the vile taste still lingering on his taste buds so he tried to scale the wall in order to get to the tap; however in his drunken state he lost his balance whilst still perched on top of the wall. He fell with enough noise to wake the dead and a splash as he fell into a pond. A loud expletive issued from his lips as he emerged coughing and spluttering, the stagnant smell reacting with the vile sick smell and taste in his mouth. As he wiped his face he stopped as he saw that his antics and the fact he had made such a noise he had woken the occupant of the house up.

He looked at her, all dressed for bed and wearing a long T –shirt with a logo that said “Don’t try to understand me, just love me”. At the moment however the look on her face said anything but. She was pissed, really pissed. Grabbing the startled young man by the ear she marched him through her garden, up the stairs into her kitchen where she directed him to a chair. Releasing him she told him to sit “NOW”

She fetched a towel from the closet in the hall and on returning to the kitchen she handed Andrew the towel and told him “You smell like a brewery and you stink, there is a shower through that door, use it, leave your clothes by the door, I will bring you something to wear until your clothes dry. Is that understood? ”

“Please Miss, I am sorry for waking you, there is no need for you to...”

“Young man, I did not ask you for an apology, I asked you if you understood what I told you, did your mother not teach you anything.”

“I don’t have a mother Miss, and I do understand. Through that door, you said Miss?”

“Yes and my name is Vicky, what is your name?”

I am Andrew Miss Vicky and thank you”.

Fifteen minutes later Andrew emerged from the shower feeling much better. Vicky had, true to her word, gathered his clothes and put them in the washing machine. She looked up as Andrew entered the kitchen and smiled at him. “Feeling better now?” she asked as he sat down across the table from her

“Yes maam, I err mean Vicky”

Without asking she poured a steaming mug of coffee in front of him.

“Andrew, I would like to apologise for my insensitivity earlier when I asked if your mother never taught you anything”

“That’s ok... Maam, I mean Vicky, I never knew my mother you see I was a ward of the state until...” He looked at his watch and then looking up again he said “until 3 hours ago”

“So” she said, it is your birthday and you decided to celebrate with your mates I take it. If that is the case, you have a poor choice in friends if they left you all alone on your birthday. What happened to them?”

“I really don’t know, one minute they were with me, the next, they had disappeared and I was getting chucked out into the street. We were watching a dancer. My friend tried to give her some cash but he ended up falling all over her.”

“He ended up falling all over her because you got sick and threw up all over his feet, he slipped and that was why he fell on top of the dancer.”

“You mean...that’s why they disappeared, the fucking rats...”

A hard slap stopped the young man in mid sentence

“I do not like the swearing young man. If you were my son and you spoke like that, you would be getting your mouth washed out with soap. In fact if you swear again I will wash your potty mouth out with soap.”

Andrew quickly apologised, promising to mind his language.

“It was you then, the dancer. I’ve kind of messed up, haven’t I?

“Nothing that cannot be put right, your coffee is getting cold; drink it before it is cold and I will make you a fresh cup.”

“Yes Maam”, said Andrew as he drank the coffee in a single gulp.

Maam, may I ask a personal question.”

After giving Andrew permission Vicky sat down after first putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of Andrew.

 “Well Maam, when you told me off you mentioned a son, yet here you are alone.”

“Yes Andrew I do have a son, but I have not seen him for 17 years, you see I got into trouble because of alcohol and my son was taken into care. He is 21, in fact it was his birthday yesterday. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t have him in my thoughts. To tell you the truth, I was simply going to call the police when you woke the world up, you for some reason remind me of him. I decided that you deserved a break and that’s why you and I are sat in my kitchen drinking coffee.”

“Thank you maam...”

Vicky interrupted Andrew saying “there is no need to be so formal, I told you my name is Vicky.”

“I know Maam, for some reason I find it difficult to be so forward but you remind me of my mother, what little I can remember of her. She must be around 40 now, she had long light brown hair, I know she was very young when I was born, that is all the social services would tell me”

“That is ok Andrew, if it will make you feel more at ease then by all means call me what you wish.”

“Thank you Maam, it is good of you to care and I appreciate your kindness, after all I have done and the way I have messed up tonight. Yet something tells me I am still in trouble.”

“Yes you are in trouble, but I want to know why you think you are. Can you tell me why you are in trouble?”

“Yes maam, I am in trouble because I climbed over your property wall, fell into your pond and woke the neighbourhood.”

“Not bad, you are a bright boy, now what do you think should happen to you.”

“I am not sure, I suppose that depends on you, I mean I could repaint the wall, do some chores for you”

“Not quite what I had in mind, however you did say that it depended on me, is that not so.”

“Yes Maam, it does depend on you, but I don’t think I am going to like what you have in mind.”

“Andrew I can tell you that I would do exactly what I plan to do with you with my own son if he was foolish enough to do what you did tonight.”

“But I was celebrating my birthday; surely there is nothing wrong with that?”

“Tell me Andrew, how much did you drink tonight?”

Andrew hung his head and while looking at the floor softly said; “a lot”

Vicky reached out and gently lifted his chin, forcing the young man to look at her. “How much is a lot Andrew?”

“Feeling very sheepish Andrew began to count aloud, “Well there was the four pints at the college dorm, three more at the Slug  and Fiddle plus about four or five Vodka and red bulls”

“Tell me you are kidding” said Vicky in shock as the young man recited the litany of alcohol abuse he indulged in. “Do you want to kill yourself or worse kill someone else”

Andrew hung his head in remorse as Vicky scolded him for being so foolish and drinking like he did.

“I am sorry Maam”

“You ought to be young man, you see I lost my son because of my drinking and I have never forgiven myself. The last thing I would want is for you to do the same. For this I think you deserve a spanking.”

Before Andrew realized it he had jumped up “You have got to be fucking joking, a spanking. I am too old for this shit...”

Vicky stood and grabbed the startled young man by the ear again and half dragged him still muttering into the bathroom where she after delivering a series of hard spanks to Andrew’s backside, released his ear and after lathering a bar of soap said; “open”.

Andrew kept his mouth shut, eliciting a series of hard wet smacks as Vicky punished his thigh. Andrew opened his mouth to protest only to find his mouth filled with the soap as Vicky shoved it in.

Coughing and spluttering Andrew stood meekly as Vicky proceeded to thoroughly soap his mouth, gagging all the while on the vile taste. Allowing Andrew a glass of water to rinse his mouth she directed the chastened youngster to the kitchen with a hard spank on the seat of his shorts where he sat down with alacrity, anything to avoid those stinging spanks.

Looking down at him from her position Vicky said “Too old for a spanking indeed. You are definitely not too old for a good bare bottomed spanking my boy and that is exactly what you are going to get”.

All the while she positioned her chair so there was plenty of room, sat down and calling the trembling youngster to her she directed him to stand next to her right knee and proceeded to remove the youngsters trousers and underwear before gently guiding him over her knee.

Before Andrew quite realized it he was staring at the kitchen floor, the tiled surface about 4 inches from his face and his backside strategically placed.

Vicky gently rubbed the palm of her hand over the trembling  boy’s upturned bottom watching as he involuntarily flinched. The moment she saw his bottom relax she raised her hand up high and brought it down hard on the lily white bottom lying over her lap. A few seconds later there was an equal hand print on the opposite cheek.

The shock of the first two spanks to land took Andrews breath away, he gasped unable to believe that it could hurt so much. No sooner had the pain disappeared than it began all over again as Vicky began to spank in earnest.

Vicky, for her part was amazed at how quickly the pristine white cheeks reddened. Alternating from side to side each succeeding spank overlapping the previous one slightly. Satisfied at the colour of Andrews bottom, Vicky switched attack to the tender joint, the so called sit spot, where bottom and thigh join.

Andrew meanwhile was struggling, the constant barrage of spanks quickly brought him to the point of tears. His gasps and grunts of pain became cries, interspersed with the tears came entreaties for mercy, promises of obedience, pleas for the torment to stop, all to no avail. Finally he broke down and began to sob, great wracking sobs from deep within his soul, the agony and pain of his childhood combined with the very real pain he was experiencing at the hand of Vicky caused the fountain of tears to burst forth.

Vicky kept a watchful eye open for signs that the spanking was effective , when she saw the floodgates open and heard Andrews cry of anguish knew the end of the spanking was near. She increased the force and speed concentrating the last explosive volley on Andrews sit spot.

Meanwhile Andrew was totally unaware that Vicky no longer spanked, instead she gently whispered to him that it was finished. It took a further 5 minutes before the sobbing boy raised his head, his vision blurred and snot and mucus all over his face.

As he stood up his hand flew to his bottom and gently cradled the steaming flesh. The touch bringing a cry of pain and anguish again Drumming his feet he danced totally unaware of the fact that Vicky could and saw everything.

Vicky meanwhile had fetched a facecloth and gently proceeded to wash the still crying youngsters face. Satisfied he looked reasonably presentable she opened her arms and enveloped Andrew in a hug, gently drawing him onto her lap soothing him all the while.

Andrew relaxed as he felt Vicky draw him onto her lap, he felt safe, instinctively knowing this lady would never harm him. Never in his life had he experienced such a sense of safety and security. Finally the drink and spanking began to take its toll on the exhausted young man .

Vicky offered Andrew a bed for the night and as she made up the bed in the spare room she noticed a scar on Andrew leg. Alone in her bedroom, Vicky opened a photo album, a picture of a smiling blonde headed young boy with an identical scar on his leg.

“ You are home my precious boy, at last I have found you”…    

   

 

 

     

Tommy, what happened that night and the next day!

Tommy

As I lay face down on my bed, My bottom pointing to the sky, throbbing painfully as a result of the spanking Aunty Shan had just finished giving me, tears still coursing down my cheeks and the occasional sniffle and sob escaping my lips I thought about Tommy.

Tommy was the reason I had been punished, twice today in fact. The first one earlier this morning had been an extended session over my favourite aunt’s knee. Aunty was really annoyed with me and as a result my bottom smarted abominably, Bright red blotches patterned by darker hues of purple, blue/black patches on my sit spots. The result of my nemesis Aunty Shan’s ebony hair brush.

Aunty Shan had made it clear that fighting was not tolerated under any circumstances and this morning’s session over her knee drove home her point, resistance was futile and punished severely. So was lying to her. Tonight’s spanking was for exactly that reason and although I knew I deserved the spanking I had hoped for leniency. My hopes were dashed during tea, thoughtfully Aunty Shan had placed a large fluffy pillow on my chair for me to sit on during our meal. Aunty Shan gave me no hope for leniency when she told me to go upstairs and change into my pyjamas and come back downstairs  once I had changed.

“Aunty Shan it is still early, please can’t I stay up a little later”.

Her  reply dashed all hope, “Mario” she said, “you know that you are due another spanking tonight before you go to bed and that when you get spanked it means an early bed time. Now do as you were told before I make it a spanking with the brush”

“Yes Ma’am” I said forlornly as I got up from the table and slowly went upstairs to change. Once in my bedroom I took another look at the bruises on my bottom, Aunty Shan had paid particular attention to my sit spots and Mr. Hairbrush had visited the same spot countless times this morning. The resulting marks were mute testimony to the meticulous attention to detail. As I pulled my pyjama bottoms on I knew that before the night was over my bottom would be a lot sorer than now.

A call from downstairs spurred me on and I quickly finished dressing knowing that to dally further would not be wise. I came into the lounge to find Aunty Shan perched on the stool, the stool placed in the middle of the carpet.  Next to Aunty Shan on the floor was one of Aunty Shan’s favourite slippers. The sting this slipper generated was legendary, on the fireplace mantle lay the hair brush.

I quickly lay across Aunty Shan’s knee, only to be told to lift up and lay across her left leg only. As soon as I did Aunty swiftly lay her right leg over the back of my legs thus firmly and gently ensuring I was not going to get away. Aunty Shan pulled the back of my pyjamas down, baring her target area.

“Remind me why you find yourself across my knee tonight Mario”.

Oh I hated this, why couldn’t she just punish me and be done with the seemingly stupid questions. Under my breath I sighed and thought , “Oh Lord please just get on with it”. I daren’t say it out aloud. Being cheeky while in such a vulnerable position was suicide.

Softly yet audibly I replied. “Because I lied to you and told you I was playing football instead of the real reason which was fighting with Tommy.”

“And…?” said Aunty Shan.

“For swearing at Amanda and calling her a two faced bitch.” I finished the sentence.

“You are a very naughty little boy and rude to bargain, so not only will you be spanked tonight but also in the morning. Not so funny now is it Mario?,” this last retort from Aunty was accompanied with a firm swat right across my left cheek.

I gasped at the sting and softly replied; “No Aunty Shan…”the tears already beginning to drip down my face.

With that Aunty Shan began to spank, concentrating her efforts on the two red blotches fringed by the darker purple marks. I could not believe the sting her hand was causing, just her hand and already I was crying. The sound of hand striking bottom was loud, louder it seemed because Aunty seemed to be hitting harder.

The warm up was relatively short, much shorter than this morning, not that I was aware it had ended. That suddenly changed when the slipper came crashing down hard, closely followed by an equally hard spank on the opposite bum cheek, I bellowed and Aunty Shan said; “sting doesn’t it, really good slipper this as she began an all out assault on my bottom, not even slowing down or pausing as she deftly caught my errant arm as it tried in vain to protect my flaming bottom . The spanking seemed to be never ending as Aunty Shan voiced her disappointment and ire at my behaviour.

Spank after spank came crashing down, turning my bottom into a flaming white hot mess, tears flowed freely and promises of exemplary behaviour poured from my lips. I would have promised anything if only she would stop spanking me. Finally, totally exhausted I simply lay there, all the fight spanked out of me.

Of course that is when she stopped, the slipper dropped to the carpet, it’s work finished for the day. My tears took a lot longer to stop. All the while I lay sobbing aunty gently and lovingly stroked my back and the back of my legs, soothing me and calming me down.

When Aunty saw I was reasonably calm she informed me that I had told her this afternoon during my session over her knee under the loving attention of Mr. Hairbrush exactly why I had pushed Tommy. The spanking I got was for fighting but given the circumstances, she had phoned Tommy’s mom and told her a few home truths.

The spanking I had just received was for lying to her, normally it would have included a session with the hair brush or the strap or both, however due to my refusal to tell Tommy’s mom I was sorry for pushing him Aunty Shan had made my spanking a lot more severe and tonight she decided that her hand was all that was required to bring home the lesson. The punishment for swearing and “giving the finger “ to Amanda would be given in the morning, possibly in front of Tommy and Amanda’s mom.

I was too worn out to make a further issue of the matter, besides Aunty Shan was right  and although she loved me she would not allow me to behave like I did and to disrespect a girl.

As I lay there my lovely strict Aunty brought me a cup of hot chocolate and as I drank it and handed her the empty mug she leaned down and kissing my cheek wished me good night.

The day dawned bright and clear, I woke up and after turning onto my back I yelped as my tender butt touched the sheet and my weight caused shards of pain to radiate across the bruised cheeks. I knew I faced another session across Aunty Shan’s knee, yet I only felt love, no fear, I dressed after a look in the mirror to see the damage, wisely choosing clothes that were loose and went downstairs to find Aunty Shan cooking breakfast for us. I greeted her and kissed her “good morning Aunty Shan, did you sleep well?

“Yes my love and you…? How are you feeling?”

“ Well Aunty, other than a very sore bum, I am okay”

“I am glad to hear that Mario, you know you deserved the spanking, let’s hope you learned that fighting and lying are not allowed.”

“Yes Ma’am, I have learned my lesson. Aunty… are you still going to spank me this morning? It is just that my bum is so sore.”

“ Well young man, you really should have thought of that before you were rude and disrespectful, I promised you another spanking today and that is what you are going to get. Whether or not you like it is not my concern, now sit down on your chair and let’s eat before the food gets cold.”  

We ate but due to the sense of doom hanging over me, I really did not eat very well, normally I have a voracious appetite but this morning I had no wish to eat, also the knowledge that I still had to face Amanda and Tommy’s mom and apologise to them weighed heavily on my heart.

All to soon it was time to depart and with a heavy heart I followed Aunty Shan out of the door and across the street to where Tommy lived.

Aunty Shan knocked on the door and a sombre looking Tommy ushered us into the living room where his mother and sister sat. We greeted each other and Mrs. Sneddon  invited us to sit down, I demurred and with a grin Mrs Sneddon remarked, “Bottom sore eh, Mario…?”

Without looking at her I politely replied “Yes Ma’am, my bottom is very sore, please don’t make me sit down.”

“Stand by your Aunt them Mario, besides you won’t be the only boy with a sore bottom today.”

That perked me up, the thought of that snivelling brat getting a long overdue ass whipping filled my heart like a ray of sunshine lift a person’s spirits after a long period of rain.

“I am glad you came over Shan, it would seem as we both have a handful with these boys.”

“Yes Mary, we do, however this little rugrat is such a darling especially when he is asleep.” Turning to me Aunty Shan said; Don’t you have something to say to Mrs Sneddon and Amanda?”

Taking a deep breath I looked directly at Amanda and said; “Amanda, I am sorry I swore at you and gave you the finger. I realise it was uncalled for. Aunty Shan is going to punish me for what I said and did to you”

Having said this, I turned to her mom, Aunty Mary, I am sorry I swore at Amanda, I know it was wrong of me to be disrespectful to a girl.”

“How did your Aunty Shan punish you yesterday if she has still to punish you for what you said and did to Amanda.”

“Aunty Shan hairbrushed me yesterday afternoon for fighting with Tommy and then she spanked me last night for lying to her about what I was doing at the time. This morning I will be spanked for what I said and did to Amanda”   

I then looked directly at Amanda and said; “Amanda, I want to apologise for the names I called you and for giving you the finger, I hope you can forgive me.”

I saw a look of surprise cross her face, it was very fleeting, gone before I had a chance to question whether I had actually seen it. Although this girl was the same age as me, she suddenly seemed so much older as she called me to her, told me to turn around and quickly lowered my shorts and boxers to my knees saying as she did so “I want to see for myself just how sore your bottom must be”.

I tried to stop her but my hand was slapped away and a second slap landed right across my sore bottom. I gasped in shock and pain as the sting of that single slap brought tears to my eyes. “Stand still…” she said. I relaxed and let both Amanda and her mom look.

Amanda chuckled and said to her mom, “no wonder this little boy doesn’t want to sit down. Mario I forgive you but that doesn’t let you off the hook, you still have a spanking coming.”

Aunt Mary spoke to me saying; “saying I guess that takes care of your problem with Amanda, there is still the matter of your fighting with Tommy. I know your Aunty Shan has punished you for it but I haven’t heard an apology from you for that.”

I looked at Aunty Shan, silently pleading with her to intervene. I looked at  the floor, knowing that this could end very badly for me.

“Aunty Mary,” I said, “I am sorry but I cannot apologise to you for smacking Tommy, because I have no regrets about doing that. I am sorry but Tommy is a bully, what he said to me deserved to be punished so I did. Both you and Aunty Shan can spank me but I will not be sorry until he apologises both to me and to Aunty Shan.”

To my great surprise Aunty Mary came to me and hugged me, “It is alright my boy, your Aunty Shan has already told me what he said to you. Unfortunately he spent the night at his father’s house so the matter could not be dealt with last night. Rest assured it will be dealt with as soon as he gets in. He is due at any minute now”

“Mom I’m home, have we got visitors?” just then Tommy came into the living room. His face fell as he spotted both Aunty Shan and myself. “What are they doing here..?” he demanded. His voice fell silent as a look from his mother caused him to stop in his tracks.

“Ahh just the little boy we have been waiting for, don’t just stand there Tommy, don’t you greet visitors anymore? In fact come and stand here next to mommy.”

Tommy silently made his way to his mother’s side  and looked from one to the other, the silence in the room was so loud. Then the tension became too much for Tommy and turning to his mom he started to speak.

“I would choose my words very carefully Thomas James Sneddon.”

With a sense of glee I watched Tommy visibly cringe as he heard his mother speak his full name out.

“You were about to say…? Thomas?”

Totally at a loss for words Tommy looked for an escape route, finding none he turned to his mother, “Mommy…”

“Choose your words carefully Thomas” said Aunty Mary. “Tell me, just what you called Aunty Shan yesterday.”

“I… mommy…” at a loss for words and firmly in the spotlight, the bully began to cry.

“ I am waiting Thomas! You really do not want me to come to you.” Turning to Amanda she said; Amanda darling, please go to the kitchen and fetch the pruning shears for me, I think your brother has just graduated from a spanking to a switching.”

Aunty Mary then turned to me and asked, “Mario my sweetheart, have you ever been switched before?”

I looked at Aunty Shan for guidance, who nodded her head, giving me the go ahead to share my only experience of being switched.

“Yes Aunty Mary, admittedly it was a long time ago, my big sister switched me because I was very naughty and very disobedient on a trip home from boarding school on the train. I was 9 years old at the time. Mommy Cel switched me.”

“Did it hurt Mario?”

“Oh yes Ma’am, it hurt so bad.”

“Can you tell Aunty Mary how long it lasted?”

  “Yes Aunty, mommy Cel gave me a dozen strokes, mind you that was after she used a leather soled sandal on my bare bottom”

“You said you were naughty, exactly what did you do that made your big sister punish you.”  

I called her a bad name, please Aunty, don’t make me repeat it, mommy Cel had told me to bath and wash my socks the previous evening but I didn’t. She threw one of her sandals at me, I ducked and it flew out of the train window, lost forever, Mommy Cel took the other sandal off and took me over her knee removed my shorts and underpants and spanked my bare bottom. About that time the train stopped at a little siding to take on water. I was cross with her because I felt she was unfair in spanking me so hard , after all it was not my fault she threw the shoe at me and I called her a bad name under my breath. Mommy Cel heard me and was very angry with me. She saw there was a house at the station with a quince tree in the backyard, she asked the lady at the house if she could cut a switch to use on my bottom. I could not sit down for the rest of the day.”

All this while Tommy had stood there, listening in amazement, trembling in shock as he realized he was about to be switched. He began to plead with his mother but a look from her silenced his pleas.

“Tommy you will go outside to the plum tree and cut yourself a switch, for use on your bare bottom. Before you go though, come to mommy.”

Tommy slowly made his way to his mother’s side where she removed his jeans and boxer shorts making Tommy step out of them and fold them neatly on the sofa. At a command from his mom he placed his hands on top of his head crying louder than before.

I must admit I did not see the first smack, I heard it, Tommy felt it and cried out just as a second smack struck the other leg. I winced and Tommy howled as the imprint of his mother’s hand appeared  on the back of his legs.

Amanda handed Tommy the shears and accompanied him outside where she showed him how to choose a switch. The one he brought back was about 30 inches long and tapered to about a quarter of an inch at the tip, perfectly straight and with no nodules, this switch was going to hurt.

Tommy handed the switch to his mother and said; mommy… please I am sorry… please don’t switch me. I will tell you what I said but please mommy don’t switch me.”

“Tommy…” Aunty Mary said, “Mario has already told Aunty Shan what you called her, now you march you butt over to Aunty Shan and apologise to her, then after she has spanked you, you will get what Mario got for swearing at his sister.”

“Aunty Shan looked at me, Mario, I think, you need to stand in front of Amanda, she will punish you for swearing at her.”

“Amanda honey, do you have a hair brush you can use on the naughty boy in front of you.”

Amanda looked at Aunty Shan then at her mother, scarcely believing her ears, “me…, spank Mario…?” She asked unable to believe she had heard correctly.

“Yes my darling, you;”  her mom explained, after all you are big enough and as Aunty Shan said, you were the one who got sworn at. Turning to me Aunty Mary said; “Mario, it is only because you have already been spanked twice already that you are not going to get switched, your Aunty and I have agreed to let Amanda punish you, you fought because you felt you aunty did not deserve what Tommy called her. To call Amanda a nosy bitch was rude and as she spanks you I hope you remember that.”

Tommy meanwhile had stopped in front of Aunty Shan and as she drew his trembling form over her knee, I had a fleeting moment of pity for the kid, I knew exactly how hard a spanking from my aunt was.

Tommy adjusted his position on Aunty Shan’s lap, his tears had continued unabated. Aunty Shan told him to save a few tears as he was going to need a large supply and with a loud crack the first spank struck Tommy followed a few seconds later by an equally hard one on the opposite cheek. I knew that Aunty Shan was very methodical in her approach to spanking and Tommy’s gasps told me how hard she was spanking him.

I had problems of my own as Amanda seated herself on a kitchen chair she had placed in the middle of the carpet and gently drew my unresisting form across her lap. She told me how hurt she was at my name calling but never thought she would get the chance to even the score. Giving me the brush to hold she began to spank me. She spanked differently, several spanks on the same spot before moving on to a new target area. Sometimes two sometimes as many as 5 or 6 spanks, each successive spank making the previous one hurt all the more, the sting and pain building up until by the time she got around my whole bum I was already in agony.

Aunty Shan,  meanwhile had advanced to the rapid fire stage of her hand spanking. Often landing as many as 60 spanks in a minute. Tommy was already in spankland.

Amanda continued hand spanking me until her hand got so numb she could no longer keep up the tempo, however because of the fact it was my third spanking in 24 hours I was already in tears. The pause was a welcome relief however short lived, it was still a relief. I heard Aunty Mary tell Amanda to use the brush and as she dropped it down on my sore bottom I yelped in pain, crying out pleas of contrition and promises of good behaviour pouring from my lips as Amanda went to town on my bottom turning it into a roaring raging fire. I gave up fighting the spanking, my bottom rising to meet each punishing spank. Mercifully Amanda stopped, telling me the next time would be worse, I replied that there would never be  a next time as I would never swear at her ever again.

“Oh no Mario, there will definitely be a next time, you are too naughty a boy for there not to be a next time over my knee, swear at me again and I will take you over my knee right where you are, that my boy is a promise!”

Note to self. “Don’t swear at Amanda again…”

In the mean time Tommy was sobbing away over Aunty Shan’s knee as her ebony hair brush visited the same spot over and over again. Tommy howled and pleaded to no avail as my favourite aunt toasted his butt. Long after my own spanking finished as I sat cuddled in Amanda’s arms, Tommy, the village bully received his just deserts. With a flurry of extra hard spanks, signalling the end of his hair brushing Aunty Shan concentrated  her attack on Tommy’s sit spots and upper thighs before laying down her brush, it’s work finished for the day.

Tommy lay there as Aunty Shan gently soothed the crying boy assuring him of her forgiveness. Tommy continued to make promises of exemplary behaviour. Unfortunately his ordeal was not over, Tommy had yet to face his mom’s switch.

Aunt Mary called Tommy and as he slowly walked towards his mom he tried to relieve the burning in his butt, all to no avail. The throbbing and itch intensified  causing Tommy to try and rub all the more. A sharp command from his mom and Tommy jerked his hand away from his burning rear. He stood in front of his irate mother not daring to look at her, hoping for a reprieve from the last part of his punishment. As a result he did not see the gesture from Aunty Shan. I knew Aunty Shan believed that if you had been sufficiently naughty as to warrant the cane or switch that as a rule a minimum of 6 strokes was given. Aunty Mary had promised Tommy double that. Aunty Shan motioned to her friend and as the two ladies nodded I knew Tommy had been shown mercy.

“Tommy, your punishment is almost over, please go and lean over the back of the sofa”.

“Yes mommy” came the reply as Tommy, all rebellion spanked out of him, went and obediently draped himself over the back of the sofa.

I got off Amanda’s lap and walked to the front of the sofa and said to Tommy; “Tommy grasp my hands, mate…it will make it easier to bear.”

Aunt Mary came and stood behind her son and said: “Tommy, I promised you a dozen strokes with this switch, however you have already been spanked quite severely and Aunty Shan has told me to only give you six strokes, provided you stay in position and do not get up until I say so. Do you understand me son?”

“Yes mommy… must I count the strokes?”

“No Tommy there is no need, just stay in position”

  We lock eyes on each other and I squeezed his hands as Aunty Mary drew back her arm and with a swish and a loud crack the first stroke  struck Tommy right on the very sore sit spot, the agonized cry had hardly died down when the second and third strokes all landed on the same spot. A short gap and strokes four and five landed, this time higher up. Aunty Mary’s aim was good. Tommy reared up and almost broke free of my grasp as he struggled to control himself. A longer pause this time and I watched as Tommy relaxed. Aunt Mary was watching and with a whisper followed by a loud crack the final stroke landed just below Tommy’s bottom, right on the crease

Tommy’s face paled as the pain shot through his body, a strangled scream issued forth from his mouth, his agony was almost unbearable and I knew Tommy would never forget this day ever. Aunt Mary and Aunty Shan had ensured that.

Tommy, well he and I have become good friends. Amanda, when she looks after us always finds a reason to take us over her knee. I think she likes me!