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.
