Spanked by my crush

Spanked By My Crush

The Story of my life part 1

I think I was about 14 the first time I saw her as she dropped my mother off at home after work. She was 33 years old, a divorced mother of two young boys. Her hair was a deep auburn hanging down below the level of her shoulders. Standing 5’ 6” in her stockings, she was a knockout and I was smitten, hook line and sinker.

My mother had a thing about offering my services. Whether it was to mow the lawn or fix something around her house, my mother told me to help her, anything she needed.

I discovered her name was Marta Van Rensburg, shortened to Mrs V.

For the first year or so, nothing special happened to change the status of our friendship until I was asked to drive with her when she dropped her boys off at their father’s house for a long weekend. Her ex husband lived about a 150 miles away so the whole trip took around 5 hours and it meant we returned home around midnight. My parents had already retired for the night so I was invited to spend the night at Mrs. V’s house.

We got to her house and she made us both a cup of coffee which we drank sitting around the kitchen table. We talked and talked way into the night eventually going to bed around three in the morning.

The following morning dawned bright and clear, as I was dressed and walked through into the kitchen I found Mrs. V already in the kitchen making breakfast. We sat and ate, enjoying each other’s company. Whilst clearing away the dishes I opened a cupboard drawer and spotted a small wooden paddle lying in the drawer. Without thinking, I reached in and picked it up. Turning to Mrs. V I asked what it was used for. She smiled and taking the paddle out of my hand swatted my butt with it, asking, what you think it is used for.

The following weekend Mrs. V phoned and asked if I could look after the boys for a couple of hours. I agreed and for the rest of the week Mrs. V was never far from my thoughts. For the most part, I found myself thinking and fantasising about being over Mrs. V’s lap being spanked. I just had to know more. During to evening I quizzed the boys regarding spanking, they both told me their mom although not liking the fact she had to punish them knew that young boys needed firm discipline and applied judgement when situations and circumstances demanded it.

The more I delved into the subject the more Mrs. V became the object of my desire. She filled my every waking moment and was never out of my mind. I began to look for ways to be around them and every opportunity that presented itself I took. Today as I look back on those times I am sure she knew the score. I do not think I was at all subtle and she was definitely not stupid. Many times during the year, she spanked the boys whilst I was there and on more than one occasion if she was particularly annoyed she directed threats in my direction. Telling me that I was not too old to get a spanking from her and not to think that because we were friends, that she would not smack me if she thought it necessary. 

One holiday we went out for the day to a resort about 60 miles away. The weather was gorgeous and as we drove to the resort the boys played merry hell. Not content to sit and enjoy the hour-long drive they decided to annoy one another. Unfortunately, this meant they also annoyed their mom. She warned them both, telling them she would not hesitate to punish them if they continued to misbehave. I tried to protect the boys only to be told by this very annoyed mom that she had obtained permission from my mom that if she decided I needed a spanking she was to give it.

 “All three of you are skating on very thin ice I therefore suggest you behave unless you want a spanking.”     

“Yes mom, mom we don’t want you to spank us” came a chorus from the boys.

“What about you Mario, do you want to fulfil your desire I promised your mom that I would treat you like one of my own. Now what is it to be?”

No ma’am I don’t want you to smack me, I’m sorry, I will behave”

For the rest of the drive to the resort we did that. We behaved. The day passed and it was glorious, bright sunshine and for me being near to the object of my desire. We splashed water over each other and had a great time, then I blew it, she caught me sneaking a cigarette. She grabbed my ear and pulled me in close enough for me to hear her whisper.

“That is the most stupid thing you have ever done, not only are you going to get a spanking from me but after I tell your mom you will more than likely get one from your dad as well. Now go and get your things then wait for me at the car”

She let go my ear and with a firm spank on my wet bum propelled me on my way to certain doom. I picked up my clothes while she sent the boys to go and change, telling them to wait for her in the cafeteria warning them to remain there or else.

I had reached the car and did not have long to wait before she arrived. She opened the door and slid open the side sliding door where she reached into her bag and removed a wooden ruler it was enormous, for a ruler, that is. Easily 24 inches long and 2 inches wide it was a quarter inch thick. Mrs. V, then grabbed my ear and positioned me to her liking bent down, butt in the air. Legs apart, she tapped my feet until I spread my legs apart to her satisfaction.

She warned me that if I tried to interfere with my spanking she would give me extra and that I was to count them out aloud, thanking her for each one.

Rearing back she took aim and WOOSH, I heard it long before I felt it. CRACK…  A band of white hot agony seared my butt as the first of what turned out to be nine strokes landed. I had a bad track record in dealing with pain and as I reared up my hands reached back to cradle my tender buns. I did the spank dance, not hearing my beautiful disciplinarian tell me to stay in position Eventually I bent down to hear Mrs. V inform me that because of my not listening to her instructions that she was not counting that stroke.

“Yes ma’am, please don’t smack me anymore” I pleaded.

“Mario I told you and you did not listen, so we begin again, now get ready”  WOOSH then CRACK. Each stroke lighting a fire that seemed to be never ending. Twice I forgot to count and true to her word they were repeated. I never heard her tell me to get up. My whole world had dissolved and all I could think of was the pain I was in.

The trip home was quiet, the boys knew as soon as they saw me that their mom had spanked me, not wishing to share my fate they were models of good behaviour.

There was still one final surprise to come. Mrs. V took me to her home and after putting the sleeping boys to bed, tenderly ministered to my well spanked bottom until I too slept cradled in her arms. She never told my parents about the smoking or the spanking