Hello from Mario's mom.

I want to take this opportunity to welcome everyone to this blog. In the past you have been treated to my son Mario and his antics, most of which have resulted in him ending up with a very sore hot and red bottom, all courtesy of my trusty hair brush, augmented sometimes with a strap, cane or even a wooden ruler.

My name is Marta, mom to Mario and my sons David and Grant. I am a divorcee, my husband and I split three years before Mario came into my life and quite literally turned it upside down. The split was fairly amicable with the two boys spending most of the time in boarding school, They now only come home in the long holidays preferring to spend time with their father and his new family. This meant I was alone for quite a long time during the school year. 

Mario came into my life shortly before his 14th birthday. His mother and I worked in the same office at the local copper mine. Well as a single woman there was always something that needed fixing or worked on and Mario got volunteered by his mother. At first the times we spent together was directly related to some task Mario did for me. He would accompany me to take David and Grant back to the school hostel after a weekend at home or after a school holiday. Mario spoke only when spoken too and I immediately noticed how polite the boy was. 


Gradually he opened up to me and I soon discovered that this was a little boy sorely in need of maternal love and care. Not wanting to pry I asked his homeroom teacher, who conveniently happened to be a close personal friend if she knew what Mario's home situation was. The story disturbed me and as we grew closer together, he began to spend more and more time at my house.

I have no doubt his parents cared for him but being so much older they did not have the gumption to deal with a dynamic youngster who demanded so much attention. The very first thing I noticed about Mario was his need for attention, good or bad. Like any normal boy, if he feels neglected he will take any attention given even if he gets into trouble for it.
At first I was puzzled by this and got very cross with him, I would scold him and threaten to "take him down a peg or two". Finally a day came when my reluctance to punish him for being naughty overcame the shear brazenness of his behaviour and without really thinking I took his underwear, in this case his swimming costume, down and gave him what was to become his first spanking from me.

The day had dawned crystal clear, by 9am it was clear today would be a scorcher. The boys, all three of them, yes it was one of those rare weekends when my sons, David and Grant, who got along famously with Mario, were home for the weekend. I decided that it was such a nice day that we would go to a local spa for the day. 

On the way it became clear that the three boys were going to be a handful, 
"A word to the wise, if the three of you do not want to get a hiding today I suggest you tone down the behaviour. I really don't want to spoil the day by spanking you, but if you don't listen I will. That goes for you as well Mario."

A chorus of "yes mom and yes Mrs Van" followed my scolding and for the rest of the journey, the boys were very well behaved.
We had a grand time and shortly after lunch I noticed Mario had disappeared.
Telling the boys to remain where they were I went to find Mario. 
To my shock and horror I soon found him, hiding behind my camper van smoking a cigarette. Before I could stop myself, I had grabbed the shocked boy by the ear and after a few hard solid smacks to his bottom told him he would be getting a hard spanking on his cold wet bare bottom.

Opening the side door I pulled the protesting teenager's costume down to his knees , bent him over the seat of the camper van and started warming his bottom. 
Mario soon became vocal in his cries, pleading with me not to tell his father. He was terrified of a beating from his father and again and again he pleaded for me not to tell his father.
"I do not condone smoking young man" SMACK "I will spank you each and every time I discover you lighting a cigarette" SMACK "It is a horrible filthy habit" SPANK SPANK SPANK  "and no child of mine will be allowed to smoke".
Mario is adamant I spanked him for at least 10 minutes, in reality it lasted no longer than 3 or 4 minutes.
Realising he needed to understand the seriousness of his actions I decided to finish off his punishment with a dozen solid spanks using a wooden ruler I had brought home from work. About 24" long it was 2" wide and nearly a 1/4" thick. It would really sting a well warmed up bottom.

I reached into my bag and withdrew the ruler, Mario saw it and immediately pleaded with me, begging me not to use the ruler on him. I reminded him of the gravity of the situation, however after promising him the matter would remain between us,  he was a lot happier. 
"Mario you have been a very naughty boy by smoking that cigarette, I am going to spank you, because you need to learn a lesson." With that said he turned his head away from me and actually pushed his red bottom up, inviting me to spank him.

Without further ado, I started spanking him again, the ruler stinging the red bottom before me. By the third spank he again became very vocal, promising never to misbehave again. Promises and entreaties flowed with each smack. Finally on the 10th spank he dropped his head onto the seat and said "Mommy, I am sorry, I promise I will never smoke again"

At these words every emotion came pouring out his soul, I dropped the ruler and gathered the sobbing child into my arms.
It was a cathartic experience for Mario, All his hurts and emotions came rushing out. He hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe. Sobbing he said "mommy please don't cast me aside, please don't send me away. I love you mommy and I am sorry I was naughty."
I reassured him that I would never cast him aside, promising to always be there for him.
"Mario, look at me child," I promise you that I will be here for you, You have crept into my heart and if you wish you can continue to call me mommy. I would lave you to be my son  and as long as you need me I am here, but young man, if you ever pull a stunt like this again I will take my hair brush to your bottom and that son you don't want, just ask your brothers."

Marta