Part 3
After dinner, which he ate standing up, Tim had to go to bed where both ladies came and tucked him in, just as they would a 5 year old. He slept on his stomach that night and it was more than a week before he could sit without too much discomfort.
In the weeks following the spanking, Tim did everything to please his “Aunt Nancy,” He now took part in every debate and his grades quickly improved as a direct result of the extra tuition he received. Not only was he the model student, but his behavior at home also showed a marked improvement. So much so that his mother Mary resolved to continue spanking Tim, should his behavior slack off.
About three months later Mary received a call to say that her sister had been admitted to hospital and Mary resolved to visit her and help nurse her, following discharge from hospital. Mary contacted Nancy and asked if Tim could stay with her for the duration of Mary’s visit to her sick sister. On the proviso that Tim be subject to the same rules as at home Nancy agreed to allow Tim to stay.
The day dawned and Tim was actually quite excited at the prospect of staying with Nancy, if truth be told Tim had a king size crush on his teacher. Nancy was still young enough to understand the needs and desires of a horny teenager. Many admirers thought that at the age of 36 Nancy was at her prime.
Tim carried his suit case in through the front door and as he saw Nancy coming towards him he put down the case and greeted her by saying “Thanks for letting me stay with you ma’am, I’ll try not to be a burden!”
“Why Tim, there’s not need to be so formal, come on give your Aunt Nancy a big hug”, with that said she opened her arms and enveloped the rather surprised teen ager in a hug that took his breath away. Once the formalities of greeting were done Nancy showed Tim to the room she had prepared for him.
“Why don’t you unpack your suitcase and then when you’re done, come downstairs to the kitchen, I’ll go and put the kettle on in the meantime”. With that the lovely Nancy turned and left the room. Tim unpacked all his clothes and once done, he wandered into the bathroom where he washed his hands and face, pausing to look in the mirror and brush his hair using the brush lying on the shelf above the basin. His ablutions complete, he set off; passing what he supposed was Nancy’s bedroom door.
In the kitchen Nancy had prepared tea and set out a plate of biscuits, she was in the process of pouring the tea into the cups when Tim walked into the kitchen, his face lighting up as he saw Nancy, “I’m finished Aunt Nancy, is there anything I can do to help?” “No sweetheart, I’m all finished, sit down and help yourself to the biscuits, they are freshly baked this morning.”
Once the two had drank the tea and Tim had eaten most of the biscuits, Nancy asked Tim, “Tim, what did your mom say to you about staying here?”
“Tim wiped his mouth and after thinking for a while said; “Mom said that if I don’t behave she is going to kill me, also, I’m not to embarrass her or you in anyway. Seriously, mom said that the same rules that apply to me at home, will also apply here, if I misbehave, mom said that you will spank me, and if I get into trouble at school then you will spank me here at home before bedtime. I promise Aunt Nancy, that I will try and be good, if I do fail, then will you please forgive me.”
“Yes Tim you can be sure that if you misbehave then you will get a spanking from me that will make your last spanking from me seem like a walk in the park. As for rules well, lets say they are no different from what you are subject to at home. Tell me Tim when last did you get a spanking from your mom? Honestly now, tell me the truth.” “The last time I got spanked, Aunt Nancy, was the night both you and mom spanked me”. “You see Tim, you have nothing to fear, there is nothing to fear, just continue to behave and you will not get a spanking. There is one other rule here, Tim, and that rule is, my bedroom is out of bounds, under no circumstances will you go into my room unless specifically invited, is that understood? The rest, well lets see how we go along before we make an issue, deal!”
“Yes Ma’am” said Tim, relieved that a lecture was not going to be forthcoming. As he looked at Nancy he saw the slightly amused smile just beginning to break out on Nancy’s face as she reached across the table and grasped Tim by the arm, an insistent tug signaling her wish for him to come closer to her. As he stood up to comply with her wish she pushed her chair back and before the surprised teenager realized what had transpired he found himself face down over Nancy’s lap his bottom raised up WHAP WHAP WHAP, and once again he found himself on his feet. His hands flew to his backside as he stared at Nancy in shock. She laughed at the look on his face and said; “That was just to let you know that I am in charge in this house.
“But I never did anything”, Tim spluttered still in shock, his hands instinctively cradling his butt. “I know”, said Nancy, “that was only a sample of what to expect when you are naughty in the future.”
Later that night as I lay in bed, the pain and shock of getting spanked albeit only by hand and with his trousers still in place had faded, the light tingling was still there and it made Tim feel very good. His body began to respond and before long he was sporting a very solid hard on as he relived the thought of lying across Aunt Nancy’s lap. Life was good he thought as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensations coursing though him.
A few days later Tim got an invite to a party to be held on a friend’s farm, the location was not too far away and Tim being the well mannered lad he was, asked Nancy if she would allow him to attend. After asking a few questions and on being satisfied that there would be adequate parental control she gave Tim permission, reminding the happy teenager that he was required to be home by 12 noon on the following day.
The weekend finally dawned and Tim having been like a puppy with a bone the whole week began to get ready. He had a long bath and once done, dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen to show Nancy his outfit. She fussed over him and straightened his shirt for him gently chiding him at the same time for being like a little child. She asked if he had ever been to a party similar to that one he was going to tonight. Once she discovered that he had never been allowed to go to something like this, Nancy began to have second thoughts over the wisdom of allowing a young impressionable lad like Tim to go on his own. She decided to talk to Tim before she took him to the party.
“Tim, I think that before you go out tonight we need to talk as I feel that perhaps you are a little too immature for this type of party and maybe you should not be going.”
Tim’s heart sank at these words, he turned towards her and with an anguished look in his eyes, said, “Aunty Nancy, please let me go. All my friends will be there. I will never be able to look them in the eye if you make me stay at home.”
Nancy saw the look in Tim’s eyes and her heart went out to the youngster, making up her mind she softened the look in her face and reassured the worried teenager saying, “Look Tim, I really don’t want to spoil your evening, but I want you to promise me that if anything untoward happens that you will phone me. I mean it Tim. You phone me, anything at all, no matter what the time. The last thing I want is to get a call from the cops.”
“I will, I promise Aunty Nancy, and please don’t worry, I’m a big boy now. I know how to take care of myself. If anything bad happens I will phone you.” The reassurance stilled the worry in Nancy’s heart and soon the pair of them drove the 5 miles to the party where Nancy dropped off the excited youngster, once again reminding him that if anything untoward happened he was to phone her.
The party already in full swing began to get more and more rowdy as the night flew by. Around 10.30 someone spiked the fruit punch and as the inhibitions lowered as a result of the alcohol so the noise level increased. Tim had by then had more than a few glasses of punch and when a friend offered a spliff Tim took it and soon he was as high as the proverbial kite
When the first person fell into the swimming pool a drunk, stoned Tim, realized that all was not well, he tried to phone Aunt Nancy and as he dialed her number he realized that, perhaps phoning Nancy whilst drunk and stoned was not the brightest of ideas. He pushed what he thought was the cancel button and promptly forgot about it. Nancy sitting reading in the sitting room heard the phone ring but on answering it all she could hear was the sound of revelry in the background.
She disconnected the call and tried to call Tim’s mobile, her call went to answerphone and for the life of her she could not remember where she put the landline no. Worried she got into her car and drove to the party. By now the revelry was in full flow, there were naked bodies everywhere, piles of wet clothing dumped all over the place. In short the place was a mess.
Now, the worried teacher went looking for Tim and soon she found him, a drink in one hand and a spliff in the other. Both of which he dropped as he recognized her. “Aunt Nancy, what, why are you here? He tried to cover himself as he realized that his clothes were nowhere to be seen.
“What on earth is going on here” demanded the now very irate teacher as she walked to the stereo and turned it off. “Where are John’s parents, why are they not taking action here, is this the type of supervision that they give” were just some of the questions Nancy fired at the group of teenagers, now trying to get into clothes. When Nancy discovered that there was in fact no adult supervision she went ballistic. Recognizing most of the youngsters she started phoning their parents, soon there were angry parents everywhere as they collected their offspring. Nancy now set about getting the house tidied. Her tone brooked no argument and soon the house looked clean and tidy, she then made the kids sit down, girls on one side and guys on the other.
Once law and order prevailed Nancy grabbed a worried Tim by the ear and frog marched him to the car. Tim tried to excuse himself, all he got was a curt keep quiet, do not say a word. don’t even think about moving.
As the car pulled into Nancy’s driveway, she looked at Tim and said, “Go straight to your room and wait for me. You, young man, have a lot of explaining to do. Put your nose in the corner and stay there, Do, you understand me, Timothy Allen Spencer”
“Yes Aunty Nancy, I… I mean Ma’am,” said Tim as he got out of the car after Nancy opened the door for him. Tim no longer experienced the high from the dope and alcohol. All he felt was a growing dread in the pit of his stomach. The outlook for his immediate future looked decidedly bleak. His backside had already begun to tingle and throb as if it knew that imminent retribution loomed.
Standing in the corner Tim had ample time to reflect on the events of the night. He knew that he was in trouble, trouble with a capital T. He stood there in the corner for around 35 minutes before he heard Nancy’s soft footsteps behind him. He wanted, with everything within him to turn around but he knew that doing so would only increase his punishment.
“Timothy, come here!” he turned and his heart sank as he saw Nancy sitting at his desk chair, no longer by his desk but in the middle of the room. In her hand, Tim spotted a very large evil looking bath brush. It measured around 8” in length, easily 3” wide and had a handle around 18” long. The bristle, in this case business end, was at least three quarters of an inch thick.
With mounting trepidation, Tim slowly walked towards Nancy, his fear growing as he read her body language. Man, she looked pissed. She directed him to kneel down in front of her chair and as he did so, she in turn was appraising Tim. Steeling herself because he looked so forlorn, she began to scold Tim, her ire and anger coming out as she launched into what, for Tim, was the worst ever scolding. All he could do was hang his head in shame. He found it difficult to remember everything about the scolding except for the bit about how disappointed Aunt Nancy was and how she felt she needed to teach him a lesson that he would never forget. Finally she asked “Tim do you understand why I am going to spank you? And look at me not at the floor.” This was the part he hated, having to answer these rhetorical questions. To Tim it didn’t matter why he was getting a spanking, the fact he was getting it was enough. Tim knew he had to answer Nancy, so he said; “I am getting a spanking because there were drugs and alcohol at the party and I never phoned you”
“Yes and what else?” said Nancy, as she lifted Tim’s head so that he could look her in the eye. “Please Aunty Nancy, I’m so sorry, do I have to?” “Timothy I do not have any wish to embarrass you anymore, but you and I both know that the first step towards you learning from punishment is admitting to yourself that you have done wrong, otherwise all this is, is abuse. I am not about to spank you for my gratification, I am about to spank you so that you may forgive yourself for doing what you know to be wrong as well as for disobeying me. Do you understand that my darling.”
Tim swallowed hard, brushed away the tears of shame forming in his eyes, with a renewed resolve looked Nancy straight in the eyes, and said; “Yes Aunty Nancy, I think I do. I am so sorry for disappointing you and because I disobeyed you and I know that until I am punished I cannot forgive myself.”
Nancy, her heart melting reached out and hugged the repentant youngster, his arms gripping her tightly as he buried his face in her bosom and sobbed. Letting him cry for as few moments a few moments longer she urged him to stand and deftly removed his trousers and underwear before guiding him over her lap. Reaching down she took hold of the brush next to the chair and lifting it up said; “You know why you are being spanked so cry all you want.”
Raising her arm up high she brought the brush down hard right in the middle of his butt SPANK. 10 seconds later SPANK again in the same place, followed by a third SPANK and a fourth SPANK, all equally hard, all in the same place. Tim being of small stature and size, the large brush covered nearly all his butt, Nancy delivered each spank with gusto and vigor, she was determined to teach her charge the error of his ways and at the same time ensure he never wanted to be the recipient of another spanking from her again. She turned the brush over and gently rubbed the bristles over the raised welts.
Looking at the upturned bottom so nicely displayed before her she said, I hope that this spanking will teach you the error of your ways Timothy, I never want to repeat this lesson so let me make sure I never have to.” In-between sobs Tim managed to choke out a strangled “Please Aunty Nancy, it hurts so much…” He was in mid sentence when the next two spanks landed SPANK SPANK followed 10 seconds later by SPANK SPANK. Again the 10 second delay followed by SPANK SPANK.
For Tim the double volley seemed to hurt so much more than the single spank. It seemed as though the pain also doubled, already his buttocks had began to take on a decidedly rosy hue and steadily changed colour as each SPANK SPANK hit home. By now Nancy had started branching out a little so that each spank struck virgin territory.
By the end of the second round of spanks, Tim’s crying was at full force, his legs began to straighten out as each spank hit home and try as he might he could not prevent himself from trying to escape from the extremely painful spanking. Nancy used the lull to reposition Tim over her left leg, her right leg now draped over Tim’s legs effectively trapping him in place.
Tim had also begun to cry out louder and louder, his pleas for mercy and clemency largely falling on deaf ears. Nancy began again “You know that you are getting what you deserve Tim.” She said as again she raised her right arm and brought the brush crashing down on the upturned buttocks SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, four times in very quick succession the bruch struck home before moving on to the next area SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK again that slight pause SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK again a pause and SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.
The spanking continued like that for approximately 10 minutes, by the end of it Tim no longer had a voice left. His backside was now a solid purple mass, from the small of his back to the middle of his thighs and as he lay supine over Nancy’s lap, all that moved was his chest as he slowly fought to bring his breathing under control. Nancy allowed him the respite and once she was sure he had recovered urged him off her lap and urged him to climb onto her lap properly so that he could cuddle her. He sat very carefully, threw his arms around Nancy’s neck, and hugged her so tightly she had to get him to relax a bit so that she could breathe freely.
Together they sat like that for the next hour until Tim stirred, his eyes bloodshot from a combination of lack of sleep, alcohol and dope, coupled with tears from the spanking. He stood up and cradled his butt crying out as pain shot through him. Nancy told him to go and get into bed, promising Tim she would be there to help him. He went into the bathroom where he washed his face, wiping away the evidence of the spanking from his eyes and feeling a little better limped to his bed, where he lay face down in top of the duvet, unable to bear the weight of the duvet on his butt. Nancy appeared a short while later armed with a tube of arnica cream. Sitting beside him she gently and carefully applied the soothing balm to his rear, apologizing all the while for hurting him. Tim turned his face towards her and said “first you spank me with the intention to cause as much pain as you can then you apologize for hurting me. It is quite ironic.”
“Well if you can joke about it” said Nancy, “maybe I didn’t do a good enough job and I should start all over” “No, please don’t Aunty Nancy, I didn’t mean it like that.” Said an anxious Tim, relaxing, as he saw the smile break out on Nancy’s face. He scooted over towards the wall and gripping Nancy by the hand asked her “Aunty Nancy, will you please stay with me for a while.” There the pair stayed until Tim went to sleep, still gripping Nancy by the hand.
This started out as a short chapter dedicated purely to the spanking Tim received from Nancy, however as I wrote it, it became apparent that a story without substance or body is nothing. As a writer starting out, I really value your input and critique, so please take the time to read the story and comment as you feel. Again I have tried to capture the essence and sense of the mother- son relationship. I believe that all men are really boys in a man's body and no matter how old they may be every little boy needs his mama and her love
Thanks for reading
