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!
