10 days later we arrived back home, The whole trip back to Phalaborwa I was worried, worried what would happen to me when mom discovered that Aunty Elaine had punished me.
As far as Aunty Elaine was concerned the slate had been wiped clean, other than a short hard spanking with a wooden spoon because I stayed out too late at the amusement arcade one night Aunty Elaine did not spank me again.
Mom was waiting at Aunty Elaine’s house when we arrived. Grant and David were there as well and the feeling of relief at arriving home was overwhelming. Mom came walking towards me as I flung myself into her arms and hugged her, truly glad to see this awesome women again.
Finally mom disengaged herself and greeted her friends Elaine and Bertie. Elaine turned towards me and said “Mario take the kids with you and go to the corner shop, buy milk and bread.” Turning to Bertie she said, “Give the kids some money love, then you can put the kettle on and we can all have a nice cup of tea while I tell Marta all about our holiday.”
Bertie gave me a R20 note and told me to buy all of us some sweets with the change.
“Great Uncle Bertie, I will do so.” I said as I pocketed the money before turning to go. “Uncle Bertie, Aunty Elaine, will she tell mom that I got spanked while on holiday with you?”
“No Mario she won’t, you got punished but she won’t tell your mom, that my boy is up to you. Now hurry up with that milk, I am thirsty.”
I brought the milk into Aunty Elaine’s kitchen to find Bertie waiting for the milk, a steaming pot of tea at the ready.
“Ah good boy Mario, your mom and Aunty Elaine will be happy now that you are back with the milk. Will you carry it into the living room for me. Your secret is safe, Aunty Elaine has not said anything to your mom.”
I carried the tray of tea into the living room and served the two beautiful women, both of whom had taken me over their lap’s and fairly blistered my bare bottom. As I served my mom with her tea she kissed me and gave me a hug, I put her cup and saucer down on the side table and as I turned to serve Aunty Elaine her tea, mom asked me if I had been a good boy during the time I spent with Aunty Elaine. Before I could answer, Elaine told mom I had been very good and had given her no trouble at all.
After we had all finished our tea, mom and I said goodbye and left for home, Grant and David sat in the back seat and I being the eldest sat in front next to mom. My brothers were again the picture of good behaviour and mom with a glance in the rear view mirror said, “They have really missed you my son, it seems as if you are a good influence on them because I seldom have to punish them when you are home. You go away for 10 days and not once but twice I have had them both over my knee, the last time was this morning.” Looking at Grant mom asked him, “care to tell your brother why mommy had to give you both a dose of my hair brush Grant?”
“David was being a jerk so I decked him Mario, mommy then punished both of us.”
David piped up, “you still did not need to punch me” he said in a aggrieved tone of voice, “ I mean it’s not like you are innocent and mommy also gave me a dose of the brush remember.”
The banter continued all the way home and when we got home I went to my room and began to unpack my clothes, putting my dirty washing in the hamper behind my bedroom door.
A knock on the door interrupted my chores and turning my head I saw mom standing in the doorway.
“Come in mom, I am just finishing packing my stuff away.” Mom came in and sat on my bed. Calling me to her side she began to ask me how my mother and father were.
“Mom, I felt like an outsider the whole time I was there. I wanted to come home the first day I was there. My mother only has time for my father, he is ok but very distant with me. To be honest, I think they resented my presence there. His health is an issue and my mother spends all her time looking after him. This is my home, you are my mom, Grant and David are my brothers. Please mom, don’t make me go back to live with them. I had more fun with Uncle Bertie, Aunty Elaine and the girls than I did at my parents place. They don’t want me now, they never have. My father’s illness was just an excuse to unload me.”
“Well my son”, said mom; “their loss is our gain. You are without a doubt the most delightful child I could ever have had. I never gave birth to you, but my son, I am your mother just as I am Grant and David’s mother. You will always be my son and like a lioness will fight to defend her cubs, I will fight anyone who tries to harm you.”
Mom then reached out and hugged me and as she did so a sense of safety and security swept over me. It took much of the sadness and angst away but as it turned out not all of it.
The next few days went past like a whirlwind and soon it was time to bid Grant and David goodbye as they set off back to boarding school and their father leaving mom and I alone. Mom cooked supper and as we sat at the dining room table eating, I finally said to mom, “mom, Aunty Elaine gave me a hiding while I was with her.”
“I know” she replied as she carried on eating. Aunty Elaine spoke up too quickly and ever since we came home that night I have been waiting for you to come clean, the fact you have shows me you are maturing and that I was right in not taking action the night you got home. You do understand we have a rule about getting a spanking whilst not at home.”
“Yes mom I have not forgotten the rule, get a spanking at school or away from home and you get one when you get home.” I said , relief pouring through me as I made the admission. The relief quickly died as I began to get worried that mom would punish me severely for not coming clean earlier.
“Well are you going to tell me why Aunty Elaine had to punish you or should I phone her.”
“No mommy, you don’t need to phone her, Aunty Elaine spanked me because we spied on her spanking Uncle Bertie. She spanked Nadine and Alicia as well.”
Marta smiled as she heard Mario reverting to calling her mommy, he normally only reverted to the childlike name when over her knee or when he was very stressed. Coming clean knowing a spanking would be the result took a lot of courage for Mario and her heart swelled with love for her son. Steeling herself, knowing she needed to show her son consistency in all her dealings with him she said; “Mario my son when we finish supper you are to go to your room and get into your pyjamas, and wait for me, do you understand?”
“Yes mommy I do”, he said as he pushed his knife and fork into the middle of his plate, his appetite gone.
Looking at Marta, Mario asked “may I be excused from the table mommy?”
Her heart filled with love for her son Marta gently gave him permission, “Take your plate to the kitchen first my darling then come to me”
Mario did as he was told and on his return to the dining room found Marta with her arms open wide waiting for him. As Mario fell into her arms she closed them around him, enveloping him and kissing him.
For a long while they stayed like that, mother and son, tears in both their eyes before Marta with a soft smack to Mario’s bottom sent him to wait for her in his room, saying as she did so; “let’s get this over with my darling.”
Marta cleared the dining table and after about 10minutes walked towards Mario’s bedroom, her heels click clacking on the tiled floor.
In his room Mario having put his pyjama’s on stood with his nose buried in the corner, hands on his head as he had been taught. He heard his mom clearing the table and as the sound of her heels reverberated through the room knew she was on her way to his room.
Marta on entering Mario’s room saw him standing as instructed. His hand on top of his head. Seating herself on his bed she called him out of the corner and without further instruction Mario came and stood by her side waiting for Marta to order him over her knee, his eyes never leaving her face. She reached out and after first lowering his pyjama’s to his knee gently pulled him over her knee.
Marta preferred OTK to any other form of spanking as she knew both participants bonded during the session. Taking a child over her knee was a time honoured form of punishment. It allowed her to control the process far better than in any other way. She could with very little effort control an unruly child and for the child although he or she knew that they were going to be spanked going over mommy’s knee was a safe place for them to be. It affirmed mommies love for them, their submission also affirmed mommy’s authority over them, her right to lovingly punish them the pain purging away all guilt.
She looked down at the trembling naked bottom draped over her knee, the buns tight as unconsciously he clenched his cheeks and knew it was time to start. She lifted her hand and dropped it smartly onto the trembling bottom before her, Not expecting the first spank Mario jolted as he felt the sting caused by the hardened palm of her hand. Before he could recover, a second and again a third spank landed. The cumulative sting grew exponentially and with the pain already building up Mario felt his eyes begin to tear up. After a dozen spanks Marta began to branch out, her aim to ensure an even distribution of redness, making sure not a millimetre of skin escaped the sting of her punishing hand. Mario already in tears found this spanking to be a lot worse than some of the blistering spankings he had received in the past from his mom.
Suddenly Mario started sobbing, his emotions awash with sensations his brain could not understand nor process, the pain in his now very red bottom, coupled with the stay away from mom had totally overwhelmed him. The sobbing grew in intensity as he broke down totally, great racking sobs, his chest heaving, pleading.
“Mommy I am sorry, no more please mommy, please don’t send me back to them, mommy please can I stay here. I love you mommy please…”
Mario’s voice died away as he sobbed, not knowing that the spanking was over, His mom held him on her lap gently speaking to him soothing words of love and trying to calm the distraught youngster down. At last the soothing gentle voice broke through and still crying Mario with his mom’s help climbed onto Marta’s lap. Marta, all her maternal instincts fully operational, simply held Mario until he could lie down in his bed totally exhausted. Marta shifted up on the bed until, her back rested against the headboard. Mario laid his head on her lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window as Marta awoke, sometime during the night she had tried to leave the room but the grip Mario had around her waist and his pleading cry “No mommy please stay with me”… prevented her. Stretching her legs and arms Marta managed to stand and headed to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she returned she found Mario had kicked off the sheet and as he lay on his stomach Marta could see the marks still visible on his bottom and knew that a pillow was needed for her son to sit on at the table. Just then, Mario awoke and rolled onto his back as he heard his mom come back into the room. With a cry of pain he quickly rolled onto his side and felt the welts caused by the spanking.
“Owwww that hurt” he cried, his hand cradling his bottom as he looked at his mom, “Mommy I love you so much but you spank very hard. ”
“Yes my son, mommy does love you and don’t you ever forget that little fact or else I will really spank you, not just a few love taps like last night you great wuss. Now my darling son, are you hungry?”
Finally Mario realised his state of undress and quickly covered himself, Marta laughed at the site, “it’s not like I have never seen you without clothes on my boy”. Reaching into his chest of drawers she took out a pair of his underpants and handed it to him. She kissed him on the forehead and left the room. “Breakfast in 10 minutes young man.”
Marta was just taking the toast out of the toaster when Mario walked into the kitchen and headed straight for her. He put his arms around her waist and hugged her. “Mommy, did you stay with me all night?”
