tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36671691100897881682024-03-13T03:42:41.630+00:00Mario's woodshedMario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-66895756233412133632013-12-23T22:21:00.003+00:002013-12-23T22:21:45.938+00:00What on earth posessed you to do that<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What
On Earth Possessed You To Do That</span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was only after chatting to a friend who encouraged me to
share this story that I decided to write this tale of woe, woe for my bottom!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I know that the following tale may seem a bit farfetched but
stranger things have happened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It all kicked off one glorious summer day, I had travelled to
Johannesburg to watch the test match between Bill Lawries Australian team and
South Africa at the Wanderers cricket grounds. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My parents had for once allowed me to go to the match,
providing, my father said “as long as I don’t have to pay”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had saved all my pay from my weekend job at the local and
only supermarket in the small mining town on the edge of the Kruger National
Park. I told my father I had it all sorted. My mother arranged with her friend
for me to stay at her place for the week. Being a major city meant getting
around as there were bus routes aplenty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My mother’s friend showed me the room I was to sleep in
telling me I would have peace as her three sons were away camping with their
dad so it was just the two of us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Looking back now, I realise that the Guthrie’s had a FLR as
Aunty Wilma as I called her was undoubtedly the head of the home, although we
kids never saw it, I am sure she spanked her husband Sandy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As a youngster I had felt the wrath of this lovely lady’s hair
brush on many an occasion. Aunty Wilma always spanked us over her knee and
always over our underwear. However they moved away and I got older, I was going
to say I grew up but as many here know, little boys never grow up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Wilma and I had a good relationship, cemented after the
very first spanking I received from her, I think I was about 10 at the time,
Tony, her eldest and I were playing a game of Kleilat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Kleilat after the Afrikaans word for clay-Klei and switch-lat.
Basically the game involves two or more protagonists each armed with a switch
and a ready supply of clay, this clay forms the projectile which is launched
off the tip of the switch in the general direction of the protagonists. After some
practice one could become quite accurate in flinging these clay balls at each
other, the one yelping the loudest after being struck is the loser.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyway, as I said Tony and I were playing when Aunty Wilma
called us in for dinner, Tony immediately started walking for home telling me
to hurry as we would get into trouble if aunty Wilma had to call us again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tony began walking
towards his home I launched a clay lump at him, it struck him on the right
temple flooring him. When he sat up a few seconds later the target area had
swollen to double it’s size and was now a big lump. Tony was in tears and I
began to worry about possible repercussions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Arriving at Aunty Wilma’s back door we entered the house
through the kitchen where Aunty was dishing up our dinner. She took one look at
the crying Tony and knew what we had been up to. Calmly but with deadly menace
she began to scold the two of us, Mark and Paul her <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>two youngest kids tried to disappear into the
upholstery. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After dinner I was sent to retrieve the kleilat while she
inspected the now massive lump on Tony’s temple. A short while later I returned
to find Tony upended over his moms knee howling as she punished him, looking at
me she said; “don’t go too far, you are also getting a hiding. A few minutes later
I too was upended over Aunty Wilma’s knee as she spanked my bottom until it too
matched the colour of Tony’s bottom, bright red!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Taking both of us into the sitting room we were directed to
lay over the sofa arm whereupon she switched our very sore bottoms, we each got
6 of the very best. This switching coming on top of a very hard hand and hair
brush spanking left us in no doubt that we had been very soundly punished.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We were both sent to bed after a bath and Aunty Wilma came and
spent time cuddling the pair of us, telling us how much she loved us, she
stayed with us until we both fell asleep. She then phoned my parents to tell
them I was sleeping over, she never told them she had to spank me. I was in
love! Getting cuddled after being punished was something alien to me, I was
left to cry alone following a spanking, convinced my parents hated me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There is a saying from way back; “Sticks and stones may break
my bones but words can never hurt me.” Today I am convinced that saying has
it’s roots in the very flames of hell. Tell a child he is stupid often enough
and son he will come to believe it, tell him he is an inconvenience and a
burden and he will believe that too.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My mother always referred to me as “The Bloody Shit Brat”. I
believed her. During the next 6 years aunty Wilma spanked me often, I always
did something to deserve the punishment, she never ever sent me to bed
afterwards without cuddling me and telling me she loved me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Back to the present, the test match was a cracker, two
Centuries in the South African innings, one by the Springbok wicket keeper,
Dennis Van De Merwe and a double century by Graeme Pollock.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sunday was a rest day and seeing as there was no cricket I
stayed home, Aunty Wilma had to go see someone, she asked if I wanted to come
too but knowing she was seeing a friend I chose not to bored and stayed at
home.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She wrote the phone number of the friend on a piece of paper
and with the normal admonishment for me to behave myself she left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I read a book for a while and then really got
bored. Rooting around in uncle Sandy’s garage I found a .22 bullet. Ah, I
thought, this will make a brilliant pendant for a chain. I had watched my older
brother Graham make one during his military service one weekend and while it
was not a 7.62 mm round it would do.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I remember Graham stressing that you had to carefully separate
the bullet and cartridge case so that the powder could be removed. I carefully
clamped the bullet in the vice and arming myself with a vice grips carefully
clamped the cartridge case, try as I might I could not remove the case, For
over an hour I tried to no avail, nothing it seemed would budge the case.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By this time I was so worked up and really angry, without
thinking I grabbed a nearby hammer and lashed out at the bullet still clamped
in the vice on the workbench. What followed is the result of a temper tantrum,
there was a loud bang and when I came round after the shock, there was the
bullet still clamped in the vice, of the cartridge case there was no sign. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stood there in the workshop for a few minutes and with not
being able to find the casing of the bullet I decided to go outside and headed
for the swimming pool, I was hot and sweaty so I dived into the pool surfacing
on my back I slowly paddled just enough to keep myself afloat. Looking down at
my feet I spotted a thin trail of red, wondering what this was I stood upright
and looked at my chest, there was blood everywhere.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As the realization struck home to me so did the pain. I headed
for the poolside and climbed out grabbing a towel and pressed the towel to my
chest. The pain mounted and I knew I was in trouble, going into the house I <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>phoned aunty Wilma, I cannot remember what I
said to her but she was outside the house within 5 minutes. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She bundled me into the car and rushed me to the nearest
hospital where I emerged an hour later with two stitches in my chest and the
remains of the cartridge case in a specimen bottle. The doctor who stitched me
up told Aunty Wilma that I was a very lucky child, the remains of the cartridge
case had lodged in the thick bone of my sternum, a half inch to the right, my
left and my heart would have been hit. Evidently the thickness of the sternum
prevented more damage from being done. To this day I carry the scar on my chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The only thing aunty Wilma said to me was that she would have
to contact my parents, she was adamant that they would have to decide what sort
of punishment to give me. I pleaded with her to not involve my parents.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario”, she said, “I have to tell them. I cannot not tell
them, they are your parents, they have to know what happened.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I pleaded saying, “if I was Tony, what would you do?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“If you were Tony I would make sure you could not sit down for
a week, you would get the hiding of your life young man, however that is a moot
point, you are not Tony.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aunty Wilma, you are my favourite aunty, you have punished me
before and besides didn’t you tell me that if I misbehaved that you would treat
me just like your own kids. I know I screwed up and I know I probably deserve a
thrashing for throwing a tantrum and being so stupid.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We soon arrived back at Aunty Wilma’s house and I was sent to
wait in my bedroom while Aunty Wilma phoned my parents. I did not have long to
wait, about 5 minutes later the door opened and Aunty Wilma poked her head
around the corner telling me that she had phoned my parents and that the
incident had been reported to them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was to phone my parents as soon as I could, Aunty Wilma told
me to use the phone in her bedroom, a quick hug and kiss on the forehead and
Aunty said she would be waiting downstairs for me</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My mother had shown no surprise when Aunty Wilma told her I
had nearly killed myself, calling me a stupid brat, Finally before ending the
conversation she said that Aunty Wilma would be punishing me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I put the phone down and went through to the sitting room to
wait for Aunty Wilma, hearing me she called to me from the kitchen where I
found her making us lunch. We sat and ate together and then she told me I would
be staying with them for the rest of the holidays, including Christmas.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The realisation that once again I was being dumped struck home
and before I knew it, tears had rolled down my cheeks, Aunty Wilma took my hand
and pulled, I came towards her and allowed myself to be seated on her lap as
she pulled my head onto her bosom and allowed me to cry out my loss and pain.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">How long we sat there I do not know, when I stirred and lifted
my head she urged me to kneel at her feet and gently grasping my head between
her hands she and I began to talk, we talked, mostly about me, she asked me
about my conversation with my mother and between my sobbing and tears she
expressed her love for me, not simply as her friends son but her love for me as
her son for that is how she felt.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">During all this sharing I asked what she intended to do about
my punishment. Initially she wanted to hold off punishing me until the
following day as she felt I was too exhausted. Finally we agreed that I would
get punished after dinner that evening.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I now know the expression “the condemned man ate a hearty
dinner”, even though I faced a hard punishment, I still ate a very hearty
dinner, Aunty Wilma looking on in amazement. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Dinner over Aunty Wilma sent me to wait in her bedroom,
telling me to wait in the corner dressed only in my underwear with my hands on
my head. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Ma’am” I replied as I went through to her bedroom via my
room where I got undressed and then dressed in my underwear I stood in the
corner, waiting for my punishment.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard the sound of her heels on the linoleum flooring,
shivers ran up and down my spine as this incredibly erotic sound sent chills
through me. The door opened and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aunty Wilma fetch
her hair brush off the dresser and heard her move the stool out into the middle
of the room about 4 foot from the end of the bed. By now the suspense had
gripped me and to my horror I suffered the most humiliating erection I have
ever had. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To my shame, the more I tried to will the erection to
disappear it seemed the harder my erection became. “Please Aunty Don’t call me
now, give me time to get rid of this hard on,”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I begged silently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario, come here to me darling.” I turned around and
conscious of my erection covered my groin with my hands and walked the five or
six yards towards the stool on which Aunty Wilma sat. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I walked towards her I noticed a rather large strap lying
on the bed, I shuddered as I realised I would also be feeling it’s bite along
with the bite of Aunty Wilma’s hair brush.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stood where aunty directed me, reaching up she again cupped
my chin in her hands forcing me to look at her face instead of the floor and
her bustline.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You know I love you!” were her words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tears came to mine as I responded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I have to do this Bug”, she said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes aunty I know.” Somehow through my tears, I managed to
articulate my words into a sentence she could understand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on then, let’s get this over so we can be friends
again.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This said she gently drew me over her right knee, swinging her
left leg over the back of mine, trapping me in place.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Bug give me you right hand please” I did as I was told and
now I had been totally immobilised.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There was no warning as the first stroke struck home right in
the centre of my butt with a loud SPLAT. A few seconds later a white hot band
of fire erupted as every nerve ending in the impact zone screamed out in agony.
With the first stroke out of the way, the rest of the spanking was over within
5 minutes. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The second, third and fourth stroke also struck in the same
place, I yelled and twisted trying to move that particular spot out of harm’s
way. Trapped as I was, I was going nowhere. Finally, I yelled out “please
Aunty, please spank somewhere else!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Taking pity she did just that, target shifted and SPLAT, SLAP,
SPLAT SLAP. Again all on the same spot. The accumulated heat and pain from
multiple strokes all striking the same place quickly had me bawling and that’s
how I stayed the whole spanking, howling, shrieking and snot flying everywhere.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">How long I lay<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>over
Aunties lap after she stopped using that dreadful brush I have no idea. I
became aware of my surroundings as Aunty Wilma allowed me to stand, my hands
flew to cradle my ruined bottom as I performed that age old dance naughty boys
have performed for centuries.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Wilma got up from the stool and laid out three pillows
near the edge of the bed. Gripping my arm she directed me to lay over the edge
of the bed my tummy lying on top of the pillows, my head lying flat on the
cover. This meant my swollen butt was nicely elevated. Aunty Wilma told me to
put my hands under my tummy and make sure they stayed there, threatening to
repeat the whole punishment if I disobeyed her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She stepped back and gently allowed the belt to slide over my
bottom before lifting her arm and with force brought the strap crashing down
across the width of my bottom. That first stroke unleashed a swathe of agony
across my butt, I could not believe it could hurt so much.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Wilma allowed nearly a full minute between strokes. The
second stroke was slightly lower but still across both cheeks, maybe an inch of
two lower, not more. All in all it took nearly 10 minutes for those four
strokes I was already in spank land after the second one.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The strapping was horrendous, brief but still horrendous, that
wide leather belt ripped into my butt with a ferocity I have never experienced
before, even today after all these years, those four strokes still remain fresh
in my mind.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally it was over, it was nearly half an hour before I
calmed down enough to understand that at last my punishment was over. Totally
exhausted Aunty Wilma helped me get into bed where I lay on my stomach as she
sat beside me holding my hand until I fell asleep.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Note, my parents never mentioned the incident to me ever
again, Aunty Wilma remained my favourite aunty although it was about 6 years
before she spanked me again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-12727872072246633522013-09-02T14:16:00.001+01:002013-09-02T14:16:33.289+01:00Out of itOut of it for a while. Due to a health issue I will be off line for a while. I am going into hospital later this month. Rest assured I will be back. Amongst other things I hope to add to "Mrs. Cameron and Timothy"<br />
Master Mario, that naughty little boy, has a new Top, on several occasions she has blistered my bottom in the last months. Hopefully she will have me over her knee the week after next.<br />
She is beautiful, strict and loving, a mommy to stand in for my mom, she has promised to teach me the error of my ways. I think I'm in love<br />
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MarioMario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-62444583196501256432013-05-25T23:48:00.000+01:002013-05-25T23:48:25.240+01:00Success I got spanked again. Yippee.Yes it has happened , I got my bare bottom tanned again. Now aunty Andrea Before you get too happy, let me give you some background info first.<br />
As you may know it has been about 18 months since I last went across Aunty Shan's knee,even longer since I had Aunty Nita's Mr Spank make his presence felt on my poor bare bottom. During this period of time I have become a genuine brat of epic proportions. There are two ladies who would love nothing more than to roast my buns, fortunately they live on the other side of the world. ( for me that is)<br />
Both want me to visit, suffice it to say I cannot afford to visit either, Mommy Jools in Auckland and Mommy Luanne in Los Angeles.<br />
I got chatting to a lady on Fetlife and while I am not really into bondage or SM I have met some lovely people there. Anyway I digress, Sue told me about a friend of hers who lives close to me and I messaged her. She replied and wanted to know what my wants and needs were. I explained the current situation and on Friday morning at 11am local time I knocked on the ladies door. We had a lovely time and I was soon in the bad boy position over a stern ladies lap.<br />
I dont' know if I told you good folks about my mistress and Lover who was found dead one morning on the beach in her home town in South Africa. well Miss Scarlet looks very similar to my lover Elmarie.<br />
The spanking was not particularly severe, in fact by Aunty Shan or Aunty Nita's standards it was very mild but so cathartic, Miss Scarlet or aunty Scarlet as she prefers me to call her was stern and very loving. I will be vsiting my new Aunty again and am going to ask her if she would consider Topping me.<br />
I will be adding more tales of my being spanked by this beautiful mature goddess.<br />
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MarioMario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-61488026005101752702013-02-18T15:54:00.000+00:002013-02-18T15:54:20.022+00:00I posted my latest story recently on the Library of Spanking Fiction, thought that I would also share it on my blog.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This
story is dedicated to my wonderful mom. She came into my life 27 years ago.
Along with her husband, they have become surrogate parents to me, treating me
like one of the family. They have laughed with me, cried with me, held me, and
counselled me after the death of my natural parents and the trauma of
rejection.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Once many
years ago, I disobeyed the old man and ended up with a sore ass after he laid
into me but mom has never punished me. It has been the one aspect of love never
shown to me and I miss it. Until mom actually punishes me, I think that I will
always question the depth of her love to me. Yes, I am an adult but having never felt her love
in the form of loving correction via a spanking I have always felt something is
missing.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 28.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A Mother’s Love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom came into my life in 1986. I was 31 years of age and
emotionally a wreck. Mom and dad were and still are my ministers. I thought all
was well with the world. At least in my mind, all was well. Now today many
years later I realise I was a wreck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I think the first inkling of my emotional instability resulted
from problems between my wife and I; my
wife wanted us to go for marriage counselling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah right, nothing wrong with me but if that’s what you want
then far be for me to stop you from going,” I said after a few days of nagging,
correction and<span style="color: red;"> </span>meaningful discussion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> After my capitulation,
bowing to the inevitable I took Ruth to the first session at mom’s house. In
she went while I waited outside in the car. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had hardly started reading my book, yes I came prepared,
when mom’s youngest son came to the car and told me, “Mom wants you to come
inside now, she is waiting to start.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now if there is one thing I have learned it is this: When a
maternal figure tells you to do something, it is like an executive order. You
carry out the instruction at once, or else!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I went inside and found the pair of them sat in the kitchen at
the table. Mom looked up at me and told me to sit dawn, I meekly did as told
and sat down. Obviously<span style="color: red;">,</span> this session was
intended for the both of us, not just for my wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To cut a long story short, mom ended the session by asking me
a question, “Malcolm Edward, when are you going to take my daughter out for a
meal?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I did not immediately grasp or really hear the question so mom
repeated it several times before I wised up and gave her the answer she wanted.
Again, I have learned that when a maternal figure calls you by your full name
you had better beware because you are in deep trouble and that there is only
one acceptable answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Ma’am, I will take her out for a meal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“When?” came the reply, I was not out of danger yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I will book a table for this weekend, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next words I heard kind of shocked me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I will book a table for this weekend, who?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Man I was sharp, I picked up on that quickly, replying, “I
will book a table for this weekend I promise Mom.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom beamed and leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek,
“keep your promise son. I love you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom has been mom ever since.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Several years ago my mother passed away and sitting in my
sister<span style="color: red;">’</span>s dining room on the day of the funeral,
I discovered that my mother had finally rejected myself and my brother. I was
gutted and for a long time I totally withdrew from my loved ones: my wife; my
children, and my adopted family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally, things came to a head and I got a phone call from
mom, “Son you and I need to talk, Dad will be out visiting so it will only be
the two of us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I really did not want this conversation to take place but mom
was insistent and reluctantly I walked the three doors down the road to her
house. Opening the kitchen door<span style="color: red;">,</span> I spotted mom
making a cup of tea. On seeing me, she offered me a cup and we chatted as she
brewed the tea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sitting down she asked me, “How are you feeling today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was as if the sluice gates on the dam wall had opened. All
my bitterness at the final rejection from the one person that should have loved
me came gushing out in a vitriolic cacophony of hurt and anguish. I poured my
heart out to this wonderful loving lady.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom did not hold back, she lovingly confirmed that not only
did she love me but she was sure my mother loved me too. As mom said this to me
I had this flash back to an episode when as an eleven year old I had disobeyed
my mother and she punished me for the very first time that I could ever
remember. All my previous punishments had been given by my older sister. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My next comment was out of my mouth before I even realised it,
“Well I suppose then at one time she did love me, she punished me for being
naughty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Looking into mom’s eyes I then said, “You have never punished
me mom, even though I’m sure I’ve given you reason. Do you really love me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">You could have heard a pin drop. Mom looked at me, the hurt
visible in her eyes and very seriously said, “You are a wonderful son, don’t
ever forget that. The day I feel you deserve a spanking, I promise you that you
will get the hiding of a lifetime!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It took three years before that warning came true. I screwed
up, big time and I got the spanking of my life from my mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Due to the economic crisis in the country, I made some bad
choices and as a result ended up in some difficulty, financially.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Things came to a head when my long-suffering wife felt she and
the rest of the family had suffered enough so she decided, after much thought,
to offer to take over running the finances. Well I lost it! Totally lost it and
I threw a king-size tantrum!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Totally shocked, my wife left the house only to reappear about
10 minutes later with one very irate mom in tow. Between the pair of them, they had obviously decided on a course of
action as my wife disappeared upstairs reappearing a couple of minutes later
brandishing the biggest hairbrush I have ever seen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Handing the brush to mom she said, “Here you are, I have had
this ready for some months now and I think it is time it was used.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Turning to me she said, “I want you to go upstairs and change
out of those clothes and put on the pair of swim shorts I’ve laid out on the
bed. Then you are to come back downstairs. Now Go!” This was followed by a firm
smack on my butt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom sat down on the couch and looked at me saying, “Several
years ago you accused me of not loving you because I had never punished you. I
promised you that I would spank you if I felt you deserved it. Well my boy,
that day has come. I<span style="color: red;">’</span>m going to give you the
spanking of your life, then you will spend some time in the corner and after
that<span style="color: red;">,</span> your darling wife will also punish you. If
giving you a spanking shows you that we love you, then by the time we are
finished you will know we love you Very much<span style="color: red;"> </span>and
every time you sit down for the next week you will feel the intensity of that
love.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Having said that, mom
drew me close to her left knee and keeping the pressure on my arm gently drew
me over her lap having opened her legs in order for me to lay draped over her
right knee while her left leg was laid over the back of my thighs trapping me
in place. Mom wasted no more time. Just because she had never punished me did
not mean she did not know how! She swung that brush like a pro! Her opening
salvo of a dozen strokes had me squirming around like I had ants in my pants. The
second dozen had me crying out in agony as the wicked brush landed half a dozen
times on exactly the same spot before moving to the opposite cheek with the
same result. The third salvo landed on the junction between thigh and bottom,
right on the crease. A dozen stokes all on the one spot. I howled, cried, and
pleaded but the fire kept burning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then mom began to scold me, punctuating each sentence with
half a dozen strokes, given hard and relentlessly. “If you continue to behave
like a child you will be treated like one.” Then another salvo of spanks rained
fire on my ruined bottom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Now my son do you know mommy loves you?” Another volley
scorched my defenceless bottom, now a deep blood red in colour with white
blotches in places. I cried like a baby, no longer a man, a dad, with a family
of my own, reduced to a little boy, howling as he lay over his mommy’s lap, his
crimson bottom mute testimony to the effectiveness of a hairbrush wielded with
precision.<span style="color: #0070c0;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m sorry mommy! Sorry I doubted that you love me! Sorry for
being a big brat and losing my temper…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Are you going to misbehave again?” Mom questioned me as the fire
storm raged uncontrollably on my very sorry bottom due to the punishing brush
striking flesh with monotonous regularity. Then suddenly there was no more
noise; just silence, except for my sobbing and crying. During this lull in the
battle I tried to scream out for mercy, pleading with mom to stop spanking me.
However<span style="color: red;">,</span> because of the tears and crying nothing
came out; certainly nothing that was understandable. Mom waited a few more
seconds and when I still had not answered her last question, she repeated the
question, only now she adjusted her aim and scorched my previously untouched
thighs, causing me to levitate off her knee as every muscle in my body reacted
to this attack. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No no, please no more! I’ll be good mommy. Please mommy no
more…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Up until then it was the most humbling experience of my life.
Here I was, a middle-aged man, crying
and pleading for the storm of fire to die down, all because I’d acted like a
little boy and threw a tantrum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom helped me stand, my hands immediately cradling my ruined
bottom as I began to dance franticly trying to rub the burn away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Turning to my wife, mom said<span style="color: red;">,</span> “Ruth<span style="color: red;">,</span> take this little boy and put him in the corner so he
can think about what he has done and also think about the punishment he still
has coming to him from you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ruth grabbed hold of my ear and walked, dragging me to the
corner, where she made me stand, my nose pressing against the wall. Smacking my
bottom hard, she admonished me to stop rubbing; telling me that mom had not
gone to all the trouble of lighting the fire for me to try to extinguish the
blaze. “Put those naughty hands on top of your head and don’t you dare rub your
bottom any more or so help me I will send you to fetch that cane you have
hidden next to your wardrobe and use that on your sorry ass.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In abject terror at the threat of a caning on top of the
punishment I had already received as well as the one still to come, my hands
fairly flew to the top of my head where I quickly interlocked them together
with such force my knuckles turned white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The whole time I stood in the corner all I could visualise was
the hairbrush impacting my bottom, now beginning to show the early stages of
bruising. My roasted rump smarted something terrible. It felt like some sadist
was pricking the sore cheeks with a very large needle. Of course<span style="color: red;">,</span> it did not help that the tops of my legs smarted also,
serving as a constant reminder of my punishment for not answering mom’s very
rhetorical questions quickly enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought of trying to wheedle my way out of the second
spanking<span style="color: red;">,</span> the devil on one shoulder having a
running battle with the angel on the other shoulder. Eventually, I resigned
myself to accepting the fact that this spanking was long overdue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally, in reality only about fifteen minutes later, I heard
Ruth call my name, “Malcolm, seeing as you so wanted to rub your bottom I am
going to allow you this once. You may rub as you come here to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I turned and slowly walked towards my lovely wife sitting
demurely on the couch. Knowing that she is right handed I stood next to her
right knee still furiously rubbing my aching butt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ruth looked up at me and asked, “What do you say? Where are
your manners little boy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I quickly realised that Ruth wanted me to thank her for
allowing me to rub my butt and very quickly responded ensuring her of my
heartfelt thanks and offering sincere apologies for my rudeness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ruth looked at me again, her visage stern and unyielding. “Enough,”
was all she said and in mid rub I stopped and looking into her eyes<span style="color: red;">,</span> I leaned forwards and draped myself over her knee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I did so, I felt her hands at the waistband of my swim
shorts as she dragged them to my knees. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“This mama likes to see where to spank that naughty bottom so
the shorts are coming down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the position I was in, I was not about to argue, so
stoically I endured the final humiliation my actions caused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ruth picked up the brush<span style="color: red;">,</span>
immediately lifting it high before bringing it crashing down on the bruised
bottom laid out so defenceless before her. A few seconds later<span style="color: red;">,</span> it crashed down on the opposite side. I cried out
aloud, already in distress as the pain quickly elevated and overran my
defences. Only two strokes and already I was sobbing, pleading out for my
wonderful loving wife to have mercy on me. I don’t remember much more than
that, but later Ruth confirmed she had given me 24 strokes. The whole episode
over her knee had lasted less than 2 minutes but had felt like an eternity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom had stopped her. I
lay on Ruth’s lap until I came down from that magical place called spank-land fifteen
minutes later. Emotionally drained and exhausted I cried myself to sleep,
waking to find myself cuddled in Ruth’s arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am not sure how long it was before I stood up. Ruth
preserving what little dignity I had left dressed me before telling me I still
had to thank mom for punishing me so soundly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I turned around and fell into the most loving arms a little
well spanked boy could ever wish for, his mommy. Yes, I call her mom but in
that moment as mom hugged me,<span style="color: red;"> </span>she was mommy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally, I knew I had a mommy who loved me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Authors
note: I want to thank the lovely Jools for her inspiration and editing, as well
as the encouragement she has given me in writing this story</span></i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-80503003229025197082012-11-08T18:28:00.001+00:002012-11-08T18:28:51.474+00:00So much time, so few spankingsIt seems as though so much time has passed us by, after all it is almost the season to be jolly. For naughty boys to worry about whether or not they made it off the "Naughty" list. This is one naughty boy that has no such worries. Firstly in February of this year my Top had to close down her premises, closely followed by my other spanker moving to a different village where I now have little or no contact with her. I though it would not be a problem as there are so many mommies and aunties out there that would dearly love to spank a bottom like mine. After all they are very good at threatening me. Now my mama has announced that it is over, time for this naughty boy to grow up.<br />
How do I tell the story of exactly why I need spanking, that it not only corrects my behaviour but sets my sails.<br />
I lie in bed at night long after mama has fallen asleep wondering if she really cares about me and my needs. I don't need much, a kiss and a hug every now and again. If I get stroppy or lippy, a quick bend over my knee, WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP and goodbye lip and strop.<br />
No Mario you are a man, you have to behave like a man, put aside this childish nonsense, be a man.<br />
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I do not want to grow up, I cannot care for myself.I need to be guided and told what to do, mama makes the decisions not me.<br />
If she wont look after me what shall I do? Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-77034941813417431112012-09-06T18:13:00.000+01:002012-09-06T18:13:07.566+01:00You Deserve a Hiding Young Man<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You deserve a hiding young man and I am going to give it to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I knew I was in trouble the moment I heard Helen utter these words in the store. I had been teasing my daughter all afternoon and although my darling wife ignored my antics, it all came to a head when my, our long time, friend had decided enough was enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Just ignore him, Helen, he is only looking for attention.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well,” said Helen, “he is going to get it and it won’t be the kind of attention he wants. That I guarantee.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Strangely enough the threat worked, we had not seen Helen for many years until she returned to the UK from South Africa after the passing of her husband and settled in the area. We had rekindled the friendship and we soon felt completely at ease in each other’s company. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Helen was alone and my wife and I wanted her to feel part of a family so we made the extra effort to include her in our lives. I discovered she possessed a keen sense of humour albeit on a short fuse. For many years Helen had seemed to live in her husband’s shadow, content to allow him to be the centre of attention. Now on her own she had allowed her own sense of humour and her own sense of right and wrong to develop.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was about to discover she took no prisoners. In a moment alone I asked Helen, in a roundabout way if she was serious about punishing me. Looking me in the eye, she replied, “you are like a little naughty boy sometimes and today you have gone too far. Yes I fully intend to give you the hiding you have been looking for. Not today but on Monday, Ruth says you are coming round to change the light fittings in my lounge and entrance hall. We will settle this then.” With that she sealed my fate and stopped all my fun.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nothing more was said about the incident over the course of the weekend and on Monday morning I took my wife to work. As I dropped her off, she said to me, “now don’t forget that you are expected at Helen in 15 minutes. Stop at home and get your tools and there is a box for Helen on the small table in the lounge, take it with you, she needs it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes ma’am,” I said before driving off.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stopped at home, picked my tools and ladder as well as the box for Helen and made my way to her home. I parked my car and unloaded everything and carried them to the door before pressing the bell to announce my arrival. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Helen came to the door and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, helping me take the tools and equipment inside. I handed Helen the box my wife had instructed me to take. Helen took it and after asking me if I wanted a cup of tea proceeded into the kitchen box in hand. I sat down in the lounge and waited for my cup of tea.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We sat and chatted while I drank my tea and when I was finished I took my cup through to her kitchen and got started on swapping the fittings around. I cut off the power to the lights and proceeded to remove both fittings before fitting first the fitting in the passage as it was the easier of the two. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was while I was on the ladder drilling the mounting holes for the fitting that Helen took the box I had brought and removed what was inside the box, hefting it with a smile and a soft comment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh yes this will do very nicely.” Turning to me, Helen said, “look, little one and see what mama has sent me, I think this will teach you that it is not acceptable to behave like a little brat in town and embarrass both mama and myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">From my position on top of the ladder I looked down at Helen sat on the sofa with the Acacia wood bath brush in her hand. It looked fairly innocuous, the handle about 7 or 8” inches long and the business end 3 inches wide and about 3/8 inch thick by 4 inches long.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I knew this brush well having bought it for my wife several years ago. It had lived, hanging from the wardrobe door handle ever since. Having being used only once to punish me by my friend Nita.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She had given me a dozen very hard spanks on my boxer clad bottom for lying to her. Now 2 years later I was about to feel it’s bite once again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My face must have been a picture as Helen chuckled and said, “Cheer up little one, a smack bum never hurt anyone much, well it does but only for a little while and you deserve a good smack bum for being such a brat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I muttered under my breath, something along the lines of it not being her bum in the firing line and that she would not find it so funny if the roles were reversed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I carried on fitting the light and once it was secured I switched on the breaker and switched on the light. “Wow it makes such a difference having this light here instead of in the passage. Nice one kiddo.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I packed my tools away and once everything was complete I walked into the lounge to find that Helen had placed a straight backed chair in the middle of the room and was sat on it. She looked at me and sternly told me to remove my shoes and socks as well as my trousers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I had hoped I would never have to do this to you little boy but you have brought this on yourself. You can leave your boxers on for now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Helen, do you have to…”I pleaded, fear gripping my heart now that the moment of truth had arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Helen looked at me, tapped her leg and softly said, “come on little one, Aunty Helen wants to have nice little chat with you, park your little tush sunny side up here over aunties lap. Remember from now on I am Aunty Helen, not plain Helen.” She made sure my bottom was positioned exactly where she wanted it and slowly began to spank me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The opening round was not particularly hard, however she did manage to spank me around a second apart, making sure she covered every square inch of my bottom. The second round began as the first, however, this time Helen upped the intensity, lifting her hand higher than before, trading frequency for intensity. By now there was a definite sting attached to every spank and I began to squirm around trying to avoid the punishing spanks. My hand made several forays into the battle zone to try deflect Helen’s hard palm until she tiring of warning me to remove my hand simply disabled it by grabbing it and holding it out of the way. Not satisfied because of the wriggling around Helen opened her lap and swung her right leg over the back of mine and trapped me in position.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now I was trapped Helen stopped and lowered my boxers exposing my bottom, now beginning to change colour from pink to red. Picking up the brush she resumed the spanking. I was taken by surprise at the sting of the brush, the previous outing had been over my boxers not bare and the difference was great, much more sting, the acacia wood is light and therefore there is little or no bruising associated with a spanking using this brush. I was soon to discover my stoicism was to my detriment Helen intended for me to cry and the longer I held out the longer the spanking went on for. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the end Helen’s strong right arm held sway and I burst into tears long before she stopped spanking me. Once the floodgates opened there was no stopping them, the tears poured from my eyes, and I began to wail and sob in genuine remorse. Promises of exemplary behaviour and obedience to her every will flowed from my lips in a seemingly never ending litany. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Of course like all mothers, Helen aimed to spank me to tears and once this was done she kept me crying long enough to drive out all the pent up emotions and ensure release, the kind of release brought about through a spanking.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Helen stopped spanking my bottom, now visibly red an swollen, great blotches of colour marring the surface and allowed me to finish crying before leading me to the corner while she made us a cup of tea. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Calling me from the corner a short while later Helen helped me make myself presentable before giving me a long cuddle and telling me I was forgiven. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-61257339371667071582012-08-30T16:23:00.001+01:002012-08-30T16:23:02.707+01:00How To Spank Your Man: About WSP<a href="http://www.howtospankyourman.net/p/wilder-street-publishing.html?spref=bl">How To Spank Your Man: About WSP</a>: Click here to read lots more about Monica Wilder's unique approach to f/m spanking .. .Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-91611028549391292442012-08-29T22:58:00.002+01:002012-08-29T22:58:42.507+01:00Part 4 of Julie, a hairbrush and myself<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The two exhausted lovers fell asleep still caressing each other. Their exertions this evening had tired them out, Mario fell asleep a huge smile on his face, true, his bottom still throbbed from the exuberant spanking his lady love gave him, her passion reaching new heights due to Mario’s surprisingly excellent skills both orally and his talented prick. The spanking though hard was responsible for enabling both sated lovers to reach new heights of passion. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie had long harboured a desire, not only to spank the young man in her arms, but also to take him into her bed. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined just how talented a lover he was. All she knew was that she wanted him, not only to spank again but as her lover. The possibility of having a relationship in which she was the dominant partner with the young man was high. Mario was an extremely well mannered young man and having being raised in a home where his mom, a strict disciplinarian ruled ensured Mario responded naturally to a woman being in charge. She too fell asleep with a smile on her face having lost count of the number of orgasms she had this evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The singing birds awakened them, Mario became aware that he was not alone in the bed and as the realisation dawned on him that his companion was Julie, he turned towards the still sleeping beauty and began to gently caress her body. Julie smiled as she awoke to the delightful caressing. She looked around and realised with a shock that it was morning. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario cut that out, we should never have gone to sleep like we did, I promised your mom I would have you back home by 11pm. Oh shit, Marta is going to be so angry with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her narrative was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door, Julie put her gown on and rushed to open the door, finding a very irate Marta standing on the doorstep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie said; “Hi Marta what a pleasant surprise, I was just remarking to Mario that I should have called to let you know that Mario was going to spend the night, I am sorry I didn’t phone you last night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“That was most inconsiderate Julie, I had a bad night last night as a result of fretting about Mario…” Marta broke off as a naked Mario came into the lounge looking for his boxers calling to Julie; “hey Julie, have you seen my boxers…” Mario faltered and stopped as he spied his mom standing next to Julie, the look on her face as she took in his naked body one of complete disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario tried to cover his genitals but Marta stopped him with a look that said, “Don’t even bother to try cover up”. Marta spoke, “What is going on here, Julie, Mario, will you two tell me exactly what is going on here, why are there clothes strewn all over the lounge?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Both Julie and Mario looked around at the scene of devastation, Julies bra hung on a lamp shade, Mario’s boxers lay on the coffee table and Julies panties lay on the floor next to the sofa. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta closed the door and walked into Julie’s sitting room, spotting the dresser in the corner on which lay her instrument of choice, a maple hairbrush. She walked to the dresser and picking up the brush, turned and sat down in the middle of the sofa and said; “Right, what have we here, two naughty children, one of which has no clothes on and I surmise the other only has her gown on. I want both of you, now in front of me, Julie remove that robe, Mario stop trying to put your boxers on, they will only have to come off. I am going to spank both of you”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on Marta, you can’t be serious, You have no right to expect me a grown woman to go over your knee and be punished like a little girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta got up and walked towards Julie and lifted the back of her robe exposing her bare bottom before smacking it hard, causing Julie to yelp at the sting.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“And these marks, who put these marks there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie had the grace to blush, “well we were playing last night and Mario well you know…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Turning to Mario, Marta said, “Mmmm not bad Mario, You have been taking notes. Did you use this?” as she brandished the brush.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Now it was Mario’s turn to blush, He said “Yes mom I, I mean we were playing and yes I spanked Julie, It was playing mom, honest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well Julie was it a hard spanking?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes and No, Like we said, we were playing although Mario did get a little carried away with the brush. You seriously can’t be thinking of spanking me, last time I looked both Mario and I are adults, we broke no laws.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“True Julie but you broke a promise to me, what do you do if your children break a promise to you, or don’t do as they are told.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well Marta I punish them…” Julie fell silent as she realised she had agreed with Marta that breaking a promise regarding the care of a friends child albeit a grown child meant the same as if the child had being disobedient. With a shudder Julie shrugged off her robe and like Mario stood naked in front of Marta.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta looked at Julie and said softly, “Good girl, glad to see you take responsibility for your actions.” Grasping Julie’s arm she led Julie to the sofa where she sat down and told Julie exactly what she wanted Julie to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Turning to Mario she directed him to the corner and told him to turn towards the corner and not to look. Mario nodded and without further ado walked to the nearest corner where he buried his nose into the corner and grasping his hands together he placed them on top of his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the corner he heard Julie’s softly spoken words to his mom, “Marta, please don’t do this, not in front of Mario.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta’s reply was louder and Mario had absolutely no trouble in hearing her reply, “Oh no Julie that won’t work, I was really worried last night, I came over here only to find you and my son cavorting around naked as the day you were born, I can only surmise that you seduced him, and looking at his bottom I see you spanked him as well. The question I am asking is did you spank him as part of the sex last night or did you spank him for something else? No you did the crime together and therefore you get to be punished together. Now you have told your children as well as Mario to do this, now over my knee little girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Having no more arguments the lovely 35 year old woman lowered herself over Marta’s lap. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well well, what have we here, a naughty girl who seduces innocent young boys for her own pleasure after telling said innocent boy’s mother he would be home by 11pm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta, I can tell you he is not as innocent as he looks why…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie’s comment was cut short by a hard spank directly to Julies sit spot, the sting took her breath away, and was closely followed by a second equally hard spank on the same spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta spoke as she delivered these spanks; “I do not recall asking your opinion young lady, furthermore I would advise what you say as I do not tolerate cheek or back chat and young lady until you have earned the right to call me by name it is Ma’am or Aunty Marta.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta punctuated the last part by giving Julie several hard spanks that had her gasping and writhing in a fair amount of pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Julie you better give Aunty your right hand darling, Aunty doesn’t want you to reach back and have me hit you on the hand or wrist.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A muted “Yes Ma’am” came as Julie reached her right hand back where it was pulled up into her shoulder and with that Marta began to spank Julie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Laying the brush aside for the moment, Marta started the spanking by hand. Hard spanks that quickly had Julie kicking and squirming, her gasps of pain telling Marta she was struggling to cope. Marta always aimed to have her children crying during the warm up, she expected the same for Julie, only once she saw the tears and heard the crying would she end the warm up before switching to her main weapon, normally her hair brush. She then used the brush to drive the lesson she was teaching home. With that in mind she upped the intensity and before long had the lovely woman across her knee weeping as the pain steadily built up. Of course a half dozen hard spanks on Julie’s sit spots caused the flood gates to open quite quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie felt a whole gamut of emotions as she kicked and pleaded throughout her spanking, she had forgotten just how much a real spanking hurt and the little play spanking last night, in no way prepared her for the intensity of this real spanking. Like any other penitent child she kicked and cried pleaded and cajoled, all to no avail as Marta was not about to be deterred in her mission. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario could hear the sounds of the spanking but could not see the action, had he been able he would have been treated to the sight of Julie kicking her legs in response to the spanking, her legs flew open on several occasions and Julies whole vulva was exposed. Had he been able to see, he would have seen how Julie tried in vain to avoid the punishing spanks. The spanking went on and on, Julie began to sob now, great racking sobs from deep inside her as she experienced for the first time since leaving her parents home, the agony of a hard punishment. Her pleas had gone unheeded and she could not move, her trapped arm held her on Marta’s lap as her capable right hand lit fire after fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta paused and reached out her hand and grasped the handle of the brush, gripping it tightly she looked down at the sobbing woman across her knee and said; “Julie your ordeal is almost over, I want you to be a good girl and take the final part of this spanking in the same way you have taken the first part.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie looked up at Marta and saw the brush in her hand, she cried out “oh no please Ma’am not the brush, please not the brush.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh yes Julie, naughty children always get the brush on their bare bottom, because you have been so good I am only going to give you 12 spanks, then it will be over. Do you understand me Julie?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Ma’am, I understand.” Said Julie as she sobbed some more, the thought of the brush terrifying her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hold on tight little girl,” said Marta as she lifted her arm and with a snap brought the brush down hard, keeping the same intensity she quickly delivered the remaining 11 spanks as Julie kicked and roared her pain for all the world to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As Julie sobbed over her lap, Marta gently caressed her, soothing her and allowing the still crying lady to calm down. As Julie became aware of her surroundings once again she looked at Marta and asked, “Is it over, now ma’am?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“yes my sweetheart, it is over. I would normally make you go and put your nose in the corner but in this case I will not do that. You can get up if you are able.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Would Mario have to go and stand in the corner after he has been spanked Ma’am?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Julie he would”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Well then I think I should be treated the same way, don’t you agree?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Alright Julie, you are right, go and stand in the corner, put your hands on the top of your head and push your nose into the corner, don’t you dare rub your bottom, if you do I will take you back over my knee for a repeat dose with this lovely hair brush.” Julie got up and scurried to the corner, Marta hurrying her along with a sharp slap to her thigh saying “Scoot, corner, now!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Turning to Mario she called him to her side. “Shame on you son, barely home for a week and already you have made it three spankings this week, come on over you go.” As Mario lay over her lap Marta looked at his bare bottom and saw the red marks plainly visible, “Mario I see Julie marked you last night as well.” Turning to Julie, Marta asked; “Julie did you use the brush on his tush?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No ma’am, only my hand last night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta chuckled and looking down at Mario said, “Well son looks like it is three in this week, well let’s make this one just as memorable as the last one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With that Marta lifted her hand and began to spank, She knew that Mario could handle a harder spanking than Julie could and set out to make sure Mario was crying long before she stopped the warm up. Because of the fact that Mario was lying on the sofa, it meant his legs were lying flat and that meant his thighs and the back of his legs were accessible to Marta and well within range of her hand. When Marta had covered all of Mario’s bottom Marta simply carried on southwards to his knees before swapping sides and heading northwards again. Mario bucked and kicked wildly at this fresh assault on virgin territory and by the time Marta had completed two rounds Mario was already in spankland. He sobbed, howled and cried as the tender flesh on his thighs as well as the back of his legs was set ablaze.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario found himself, no longer the highly trained self assured non commissioned officer, but a small boy and just like a small boy found himself reverting to calling Marta mommy. “Mommy, please I am sorry I was a naughty boy please mommy, stop, you’re killing me Please mommy no more.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No Mario I am not killing you, nobody ever died from a little smack bum, the way you are performing, one would think you have never been spanked before. Stop wriggling like that, you are going to need all your energy for crying.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Several minutes and many spanks later Marta stopped spanking, by now Mario no longer tried to get away, he simply lay there crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario, look at mommy son,” said Marta as she gripped the brush in her firm right hand, I am going to treat you the same as Julie, so you will get a dozen spanks with the brush.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario turned his head and looked at Marta, “Yes mommy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He turned his head and prayed the ordeal would soon be over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta lifted her hand and using the same intensity brought the brush down on Mario’s bottom 12 times. Mario cried out at each one finally he lay there just sobbing, inconsolable that his darling mother had to spank him again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When Mario had recovered Marta sent him into the corner his hands laced together on top of his head and Marta called Julie to her, “Julie sweetheart, would you like a cuddle?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh God, yes please,” said Julie as she opened her arms out wide and literally fell into Marta’s arms sobbing afresh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After a long while both women pulled away from each other and smiled. Julie looked at Marta and asked “Am I forgiven?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With a smile on her face Marta said, of course you are forgiven, I have punished you and we put it all behind us. You are my best friend and you know I never hold a grudge.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No” said Julie, “you simply spank my bottom. Oh God it still hurts, can I call you Marta again now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes you can, why don’t you put some clothes on and make us some coffee while I cuddle my son.” Said Marta as she looked at the sight of her son sobbing in the corner.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario, my darling come to mommy,” she said opening her arms as Mario came towards her. She enveloped him in her arms and held him until he stopped crying. Once he was calm she sent him to get dressed with a gentle pat on the butt, saying for him to hurry as she needed to speak to both of them. As Mario left to get dressed Julie entered the room with a tray and three coffee mugs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The two women chatted and as Julie settled down, she became more at ease, Recognising that her friend had something on her mind she spoke openly, wanting Marta to open up. “My God Marta you have a strong hand, I feel as though I won’t be able to sit for a week, my bum is so sore. You have something on your mind, what is it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta chuckled and said, “Well little girls who seduce other mommies sons deserve all they get. Seriously now I need to ask you to have Mario for a few days I have to go to Pretoria for a court review, my useless ex-husband is trying to take David and Grant away from me. If you ask me he needs a damn good spanking. It isn’t fair on Mario but I need to sort this out. Also trying to keep you apart is not going to work and as you say you are both adults. All I ask is don’t break his heart, that boy is very precious to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I won’t break his heart Marta, I love him too, just not as a mother. Yes I would love to have him stay here, I will look after him, that is a promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Just then Mario walked into the room and stood next to Marta, who turned to him and said, “Mario , mommy has to ask you to stay here at Julie for a few days, I have to go to Pretoria, Michael is trying to get full custody of your brothers. Julie has said you can stay, but I warn you, she has my permission to punish you if she sees fit, remember the old school rule, well it applies here too”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok mom, do you know how long you will be away for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No Mario I think about three or four days, at the most a week so behave yourself, okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes mom, I understand, don’t worry, I am a big boy now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With that Marta said, I have to get going, it is a 5 hour drive to Pretoria and I must be there by 3pm so I will say goodbye for now.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-14805178897472462452012-08-25T16:42:00.000+01:002012-08-25T16:42:03.880+01:00Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 3<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stood up and straightened my uniform jacket. Putting my cap on, I looked at Julie as she picked up the phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hi Marta, Julie here, just a quick call to let you know I have invited Mario to have dinner with me tonight. He has graciously accepted my invitation”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I could not hear the reply from mom but knew that Julie would explain that everything was ok and that Julie and I would be having dinner that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The call made, I accompanied Julie out of the store and the two of us walked the short distance to Julies car. Julie threw the keys to me and I opened the car door for Julie, watching closely as she sat down, my eyes catching tantalising glimpses of Julies lovely legs as the skirt rode up her shapely thigh. Her skirt had risen up almost to the V of her thigh, exposing her panties. The view as far as I was concerned was simply breathtaking. Julie saw the glance and made no attempt to rectify the problem, in fact under the guise of stretching actually made her skirt rise even more and so revealed the sheer panties she wore. I walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat and started the car, putting it into gear before driving off, heading for Julies house. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie smiled as she watched me ogle her, I tried but failed to make it look innocuous I spent more time looking at Julie instead of the road and more than once Julie had to admonish me to keep my eyes on the road. “Just you wait young man”, she thought, “I am so going to spank you tonight.” As I came close to ramming into the car in front of us, Julie shouted a warning and said;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario be careful, you nearly hit the car in front, keep your eyes on the road and your mind on driving us safely, Do you want a spanking from me tonight, because if I have to speak to you about your driving again that is exactly what you will be getting.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The tone of Julies voice alerted me to my predicament, with a supreme effort I tore my eyes off the vision seated next to me and tried to concentrate on the road. I mumbled an apology and a promise to be more careful in future.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie’s retort made Mario uneasy and awoke him to the very real possibility that his bare butt was going to get a roasting tonight. Julie was very angry and he knew that when she got angry he was going to spend time looking at the carpet with his bare butt pointing skywards.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The thoughts running riot in Mario’s mind would have made interesting conversation. “Oh shit I am an idiot, why the bloody hell she left her skirt riding up her legs like that, I can see her panties and they don’t seem to cover much. What will I say if she decides to tell mom. I can just imaging the conversation, Oh Marta I had to punish your Mario last night, he was looking at my panties and ogling my tits. Yeah, mom will be right peed off and my arse will cop it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thankfully we arrived at Julies house without further mishap and as Julie got out of the car she said, “Well at least we got here safely, you young man are going to pay for that little near accident and don’t tell me you got distracted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A few moments later after collecting my scattered wits I followed Julie into the house and together we entered the kitchen where Julie sat at the kitchen table after first filling the kettle and switching it on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Mario, be a love”, she said as I entered, “fetch my slippers for me, my feet are killing me, they are in my wardrobe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Sure Julie”, I replied, turning to do her bidding. As I walked though the house towards her bedroom I wondered what was going to transpire this evening. Even though the thought of a spanking was not enjoyable the fact that Julie was an object of extreme desire made the whole situation highly erotic<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I went straight to her wardrobe and picked up the slippers, they were of a simple design, cloth covered uppers with a rubber or nylon sole, on impulse I slapped my leg and was surprised at the sting. “ouch, that stings,” I mused as, slippers in hand, I made my way back.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I handed the slippers to Julie who took them and then told me to undress as she had decided to spank me for nearly crashing her car. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Meekly I complied with her wishes and once I removed the uniform I stood in front of her clad only in my boxers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Come on, get over my knee, You have a spanking to come, don’t take all day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ruefully I assumed the time honoured position every naughty boy assumes several times in his lifetime. Julie adjusted my position to her liking and once she was happy she started to spank me. This was the stuff that dreams were made of. The spanking did not initially hurt but like all spankings the sheer volume of spanks began to tell, especially when Julie concentrated on one spot for several seconds before moving on to find new pastures for her hungry hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A full five minutes went by before Julie pronounced herself satisfied and let me up, by then my bottom felt like it was on fire in spite of the whole spanking given as it was over my boxer shorts. They were not really boxers but fitted tightly and were made of Lycra. I was surprised because I was convinced she was not finished with me yet, sure enough once I stood up Julie told me not to get dressed as there was unfinished business. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes ma’am”; I answered respectfully. I did wonder as to exactly why Julie left me in my boxers but as we stood in the kitchen preparing dinner I discovered the reason. My covered bottom began to itch, it was hot to the touch and the fire did not dissipate like it did when the bottom was bare. I tried to rub but Mothers have this innate sense that enables them to see out the back of their heads and know when their charge is involved in doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Julie never let on she had seen me rub, she simply carried on doing the job of preparing the dinner, only as she passed behind me one time she paused, bent over and in the process she removed her slipper, she then pushed the back of my head downwards forcing me to bend over and when my hands grasped the kitchen counter top she raised the slipper high into the air and brought it down hard on my boxer covered bottom. A split second later the second blow struck in exactly the same spot closely followed by a third and a fourth spank. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As she spanked she said “I do not recall telling you that you could rub your bottom, now did I Mario.” Before walking off leaving the slipper where it was next to me. Julie carried out the little task and returned past me where she picked up the slipper and delivered another four stinging spanks, this time to the other side cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You can stand up now, remember rub and you go back over my knee for more of the same, only this time it will be with my hair brush, Marta tells me you really hate it when you get spanked with the brush”. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes ma’am I will listen and will not rub.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Good, then I won’t have to use it then will I?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We sat down to a lovely meal, well Julie sat, I gingerly sat on a cushion and yes I did enjoy the meal, even though my bottom was really sore.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The rest of the evening was very good, Julie had this thing about wanting to spank me again, this time she stood me at her side and then she removed my boxers only to find a very excited young man.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh now what do we have here, this makes for a nice handle and I think we should go to my bedroom now.” Taking my member in her hand and using it like a handle to lead me by, she led me to her bedroom where she sat down after first removing her dress and then sitting on the bed clothed only in her underwear she grasped my very erect member and gently tipped me over her lap positioning me in such a way that my member lay only millimetres away from her wet sex, she then began to plaster very soft taps all over interspersing them with languid gentle rubs that only succeeded in arousing me further. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I squirmed and writhed in total ecstasy as a direct result of the incredible stimulation until with a loud groan I lost the struggle to keep from climaxing and blew up all over her lap. Fearing I had done wrong I said; “oh God Julie, I am so sorry, I have messed all over you, please don’t punish me, I am so sorry.” I tried to explain that this was a first for me, “I haven’t ever done something like this before, Are you going to punish me for cumming all over your legs?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> She shushed me and told me not to worry as she had been expecting me to climax, telling me that now I would last longer when we made love. With a firm slap she urged me off her lap, , Julie walked to the bathroom and returned with a cloth whereupon she cleaned all the mess as well as my now deflated member. Satisfied I was clean she removed the rest of her clothes and climbed into the bed urging me to join her under the covers where I joyfully lost my virginity, guided by a few well placed spanks whenever I did something that did not please my beautiful friend, boss and now my lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-33159395760272505882012-08-13T22:05:00.000+01:002012-08-13T22:05:52.332+01:00Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 2<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">PART 2<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking the pair of us to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No Ma’am I don’t…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please, I am embarrassed to talk about it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom was very annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes ma’am, I would.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well ma’am…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-43112783836376528412012-08-04T17:10:00.000+01:002012-08-04T17:10:35.364+01:00Julie, a hairbrush and myself Part 2<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">PART 2<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking the pair of us to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No Ma’am I don’t…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please, I am embarrassed to talk about it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom was very annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes ma’am, I would.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well ma’am…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-20312193465410097122012-07-30T17:28:00.000+01:002012-07-30T17:28:20.335+01:00Julie, A Hairbrush and Me<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 28.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie, A Hairbrush And Myself<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">The story opens three years after Mario ended over Julie’s knee, Mario now nearly 20 is a full time member of the armed forces and decides to come home. He neglects to inform the lovely Marta. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Several years have passed since, to me the embarrassing episode regarding Julies bra. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Since then I had completed my schooling and thanks to mom as Marta became, I finished school with an above average grade mark. Mom pushed me and set goals for me to achieve, she punished me when I failed to meet those goals, punished me hard; but coupled with those spankings came lavish praise when I achieved and exceeded those goals.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After the end of the school year I had a six month wait prior to the start of my national service and mom said that I had to find a job or at least start thinking about university. Mom and I had many a discussion and like any mother she wanted the very best for me. I, however was adamant and mom acquiesced to my will that I join the navy instead of going to university. Mom stipulated that I had therefore to find work.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Maybe,” she said, “Julie may have a job for you in the warehouse.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With that she dialled Julie’s phone number and when she came off the phone the job was arranged and I started working full time for Julie in the warehouse.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next six months passed quickly, in the blink of an eye, it seemed. All too soon I found myself on the train heading to the army camp, the journey took two days, two days spent sitting on a cushion in the compartment, sitting on a cushion due to a spanking the morning I was due to leave. Mom decided that due to the fact I would be alone without her guidance in my life I needed something to “Tide me over”. Whilst it was not a particularly severe spanking it still made a statement as well as an impression.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Eighteen months were to pass before I returned home. In the months I was away I had filled out. The training was rigorous and the results were there for all to see. My regiment achieving top marks in the physical fitness. All this meant that when I started my naval basic training I was at the peak of physical condition. Yes I was and still am short in height but now I had muscles. My younger brothers David and Grant said I was built like a “pocket battleship.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I returned home on two weeks leave. Mom and my brothers were delighted to see me as I arrived without letting them know. The first evening was just mom and I, David had gone to see his father and Grant had gone out with his friends. I purposely never told mom I was coming home as it seemed a way of getting a spanking and although I had met a young lady I had not been spanked in over a year. But how I was going to bring up the topic I had no clue. In a typical maternal fashion, mom solved that problem very quickly and very early into the evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After supper that night I helped mom do the dishes and made us each a cup of coffee when mom excused herself for a moment and returned carrying her trusty hairbrush. She sat down in the middle of the three seater sofa and after putting the brush down on the coffee table picked up her coffee cup and began to sip the hot drink. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom opened the innings by bowling a fast ball to me. It turned into an almost classic Yorker, almost clean bowling me</span><i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">.( *Note: A “Yorker” is a cricketing term. It is a ball bowled that is just short of a length and is almost impossible to play, at least as far as the batsman is concerned.)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“So Mario, did you simply forget to inform your mother of your arrival home today or did you neglect to tell me, simply in order to earn a spanking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I dug in deep just managing to block the ball, knowing really that I would soon be bare bottomed over my beautiful mothers knee.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No mom, I try never to earn a spanking from you.” Wow talk about cutting straight to the chase!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom never said anything more, she sat up straight and looked at me, I knew all was lost, I could never look her straight in the eyes with a guilty conscience. I tried, but to no avail.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I dropped my eyes to the floor, unable to look mom in the eyes and lie. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom, I am sorry, I deliberately neglected to let you know I was coming home, I have not been punished in over a year and frankly I am all at sea about it. There seems to be a storm raging and I am being tossed about as if in a life raft. I couldn’t very well come to you and ask to be punished.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Look at me Mario,” said mom, “it is perfectly natural for a young man leaving home and starting out in the world to lose his bearing and there is nothing wrong in admitting to that fact. Do you remember that very first time I punished you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Did I remember that whipping, oh boy could I ever forget that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To mom I replied; “Yes mom I remember, you punished me for smoking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes I did,” mom replied, “Can you remember what I said to you? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I remembered everything about that spanking, every detail etched indelibly in my brain, every searing whack of that big ruler as the edges raised welts that never seemed to stop throbbing, the disbelief that someone so petite and beautiful could inflict so much pain that I cried and cried, a little boy taught a loving lesson by mommy, all without causing any lasting damage. The lesson I learned that day would never be forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta smiled to herself as she too remembered that day, how she had acted without really thinking about the possible after effects of her actions, all she knew was her dislike of smoking and an inner knowledge that this was something no teenager should indulge in. Under normal circumstances her boys would have been bared over her knee while her trusty hairbrush meted out the punishment in an unwavering fashion.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">While I reminisced on that fateful day, I pondered mom’s question, did I remember her words to me as she lit a fire on my bare bottom. As I thought about that afternoons events her words came back to the forefront of my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aloud I replied to mom’s question, “Yes mom I do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“And what did I tell you son.” Came mom’s reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You told me that every little boy that got too big for his britches needed to be spanked and that you would always be there for me. If ever I felt I needed direction and guidance in my life, all I had to do was ask, even if it meant asking you to spank me. Yes mom I have never forgotten that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“So Mario, am I correct in assuming that not informing me you were coming home for a holiday was your way of saying you are lost and need some guidance over my knee?”, mom asked, her voice getting serious.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Nervously I replied that that was indeed what I needed, rising to my feet, my arms at my side and my head bowed down looking at the carpet I waited for mom to give me instructions.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marta looked up at the penitent young man stood in front of her, her heart full of pride. Pride in the fact that Mario had not lost any of the values she had instilled in the young sailor standing, waiting for her to punish him, proud that he trusted her enough to seek this course of action, knowing as he did that the remedy would be painful and that he would shed many tears during the punishment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“look at mommy son, I want you to know I am so proud of you, you have matured so much, when you left home to do your military service you were still a child in so many ways and now you have come home a man. I cannot begin understand how much guts it has taken for you to make this decision to ask me to spank you, because that is exactly what I am going to do. Now I want you to remove your shoes and socks, take off your trousers but you may leave your underwear on, then come and stand next to my knee.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">These words, spoken so gently and tenderly caused tears to well up in my eyes, I knew this lady who had become such a central figure in my life loved me dearly and in the coming minutes would prove that love to me by taking me to the edge of the abyss and then bring me back.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I did as mom directed, removed my shoes and socks and after removing my trousers folded them neatly on the chair. 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For about five minutes mom continued in this fashion, keeping the same tempo as well as the same intensity. A warm tingling began to grow in my bottom, slowly getting more intense, the longer mom spanked. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom stopped then I felt her rubbing again and then her fingers went to the waist of my underwear and then she spoke the first words since I draped myself over her knee.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Lift up, time for these to come down son.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I obediently lifted up and felt my underwear slip down to my knee. This was another first, never before had I ever had a spanking quite like this one, I was normally bare bottomed as I went over her knee, Not only that but the warm up was a leisurely affair, However the sense of new beginnings soon disappeared as mom began to spank me again. Was it because of the underwear or was mom spanking harder than before? My now bare butt cheeks quickly caught fire as mom expertly began to paint my bottom red. Not content to only paint my bottom, mom branched out and the steady assault began to move southwards until she reached the back of my legs. The crease got extra attention and tears quickly came.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Of its own volition my right hand flew towards my bottom, intent on protecting the sensitive flesh, now writhing and reeling under the onslaught. It failed in its mission. Mom never missed a beat, correction, mom never missed a spank, as quickly as my hand flew towards my unprotected bottom to offer some shelter it was diverted and ended up stuck between my shoulder blades, held there by mom’s left hand as her right hand continued to turn an already red bottom into something resembling the sun<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By now I had lost all semblance of decorum. I thrashed and writhed, pleaded and begged for the spanking to stop and stop it did. Mom looked at me as I turned my face towards hers and said, “Time for the brush Mario. I am not going to give you a lengthy session with the brush as I am not punishing you as such but am giving you a few strokes so hang in there. They will be scorchers so you may want to take a deep breath.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In less than a minute it was all over bar the sobbing. Mom had laid in 20 of the hardest spanks I had ever felt and now I really sobbed, mom kept me over her lap for about 15 minutes and contrary to her usual form did not send me to the corner for some reflection time. She held me in her arms for that is where I ended up as she soothed me gently calming me down. She had taken me to the very edge of the abyss and then hauled me back in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It seemed to be a form of a status symbol, getting to shag your boss. At least for a horny 16 year old it was. From the moment this boy entered high school it was as though a switch got closed. His hormones went into overdrive and all women began to be seen as objects of desire. Even his mothers friends, especially his mothers friends. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of my mother’s friends were young mothers, in their 30’s. For<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a 16 year old 30 was old but oh boy were they fine, especially Marta. Marta was slightly older than most of them and had two sons, David and Grant who at this time were about 10 and 8 years old. I got to know Marta and the boys very well as midway into my second last year at school Marta became my guardian and mom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie Davis was one of Marta’s friends and my boss, Every Friday afternoon and Saturday morning I worked at the local supermarket packing groceries from the customers trolley into the boot of their car. I worked at Checkers, the supermarket for about 6 months before Julie asked me to do her a favour, namely look after her two small kids one Saturday night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do this for me and I will pay you R2.50. I will be home by 11 at the latest and you will make me a very happy lady if you agree to sit for me.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Sure Julie,” I said sounding all very grown up calling this very attractive divorcee by her first name. “What time do you want me to come round?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why don’t you come round for 6.30 I need to leave about 7ish.” Said Julie, “You won’t need to feed the kids, I’ll feed them before you get there and if you like I’ll dish you a plate as well.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What they having?” I asked cheekily.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Spaghetti”, said Julie with a smile knowing it is my favourite meal.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh great, yes please Julie, that will be great.” I said, happily looking forward to a good meal and I was going to get paid for the privilege of spending time in this MILF’s home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That evening I arrived at Julies front door and heard her tell the kids to behave because Mario would not hesitate to tell her if they, the kids, were naughty. “Remember your bums will get roasted if you misbehave.” A chorus of “Yes mommy” came from the youngsters as they dashed into their bedrooms. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I sat down after ensuring the children were down for the night, heated my food and ate. Feeling bored with nothing really much to do, before the advent of TV’s in South Africa I decided to have a look through the house. First mistake!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Second mistake was to not listen to the “good boy” sitting on one shoulder and listening instead to the “naughty boy” sat on the other shoulder. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was busy looking through Julies underwear drawer when I spotted her bra’s, always curious as to what size the lady’s breasts were I took a flimsy bra out of the drawer and searched for the label when I heard…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“36C is what you are looking for, all you had to do is ask and I would have told you my bra size.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh shit”, I thought, “busted, how on earth do I get out of this mess?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stood upright, my hand automatically trying in vain to hide the fact I held one of Julies bra’s.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie took three steps towards me and held out her hand. Blushing furiously I handed the bra to Julie, unable to look at her or even say a word. I started for the door, in my mind visions of being reported to the cop’s and worse being branded a pervert by the people in town.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A single word stopped my flight. “STOP”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I started to try explain, only to falter and fall silent as this beautiful lady silenced me without speaking. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She walked towards her dressing table and drew the stool in towards the middle of the room and sat down on the stool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In a tone of voice I had heard before but never before directed at me Julie asked rhetorically. “What would you suggest I do, Mario, to someone who abuses my trust, goes exploring my house, not content with just looking into the bedroom but actually has the gall to go digging in my drawers peering at my lingerie?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I tried to answer, say something but due to shock and the subsequent terror at being discovered not only looking but actually discovered holding her lingerie, my mouth had gone totally dry and I could not formulate the words to speak. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I looked at Julie in terror, I simply knew she was going to tell my parents, no ways was this going to end amicably. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Please Mrs. Davis, Ma’am…” my voice gave out and I stopped talking and looked at the ground, no longer able to look her in the eye.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Please, please what Mario, why are you asking me please?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Speak up boy, speak up!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My tongue still felt as big as my head but somehow I managed to articulate the thoughts in my head out aloud.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Please Mrs. Davis, please don’t tell my parents, I’ll get grounded and more than likely it will be the excuse they are looking for to send me back to boarding school for the rest of my life. They will never let me live it down and besides my being grounded means I will lose my pocket money.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I have to punish you Mario, I can no longer trust you, I will decide on what to do about you, right now I feel like taking you over my knee and giving you a bloody good thrashing on your bare bottom. But if I hit you now it will be a form of abuse as I am so angry with you so it is better if you go now.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With a dejected and forlorn “Yes Ma’am” I turned and walked through the house and out the back door, got on my bicycle and rode home. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The following weekend Mario arrived at work after school and greeted everyone, Julie included. The week has dragged and the whole week butterflies morphed into screaming banshee’s. Shortly before closing Mario received a summons to the office. His fate had been decided.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie too had a difficult week, her children realizing something was troubling their mom wisely refrained from mischief and so escaped their mothers wrath. Julie had problems with her ex-husband, a man that promised much but in fact delivered little. He had promised that he would be available to look after the kids but since the divorce a year previously had seen his children twice. Juggling finances a minefield in its self, let alone for a single mother. Cash was tight and although the kids wanted much they were content to know their mom loved them and tried to give them all the things they wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What was she to do with the problem she faced with a young man she was genuinely fond of, one her two little children enjoyed having around, mainly because he was able to relate to their age group. At a loss as what to do she had phoned her good friend Amber.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The sound of the phone ringing startled Amber, she had put her children to bed and was sat at her dining room table. The table was strewn with exercise books and Amber was busy marking and checking her pupils class work. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Amber Roux was the head of department for language studies at the local high school, she was also Mario’s Afrikaans language teacher. She had taught Mario ever since he transferred to the school from the boarding school he had attended the first three years of high school. As one of the senior members of staff Amber knew all her kids as she called them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hello Amber how you doing?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hi Julie, I’m good thanks.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Amber I have a bit of a problem and I’m hoping you can advise me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Sure glad to help if I can. What is it about?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well it is about one of your pupils.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Is it a school matter Julie? If so you need to refer it to the school office.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No Amber it’s not a school matter but I think you know the child personally, my problem is Mario.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok Julie, I’m intrigued, what has that little scamp been up to?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You know he sometimes looks after my two kids on the occasion I go out in the evening, Well I came home early on Saturday night and found him looking through my lingerie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>drawer. Caught him bra in hand so to speak.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie heard a giggle on the other end of the phone and admonished her friend, “Amber it is not a laughing matter, a woman’s lingerie drawer is sacred, certainly not for the eyes of a 16 year old kid that had no right to go searching through a lady’s unmentionable drawers.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m sorry Julie but it does sound like the normal thing a kid like Mario will do, especially as he has a king size crush on both you and Marta, I am sure given the chance he will have a look through my lingerie drawer as well. Of course if I caught him doing so, he would not sit down for a while”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What do mean…? Would you punish him?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh yes I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>would, Mario knows<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would take him over my knee and blister his bare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bottom with my trusty hair brush. He would definitely not sit down for a long time.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Have you punished him before? I mean out of the school context?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes I have, that little boy is no stranger, I have known him for several years, the first time I punished him was about three and a half years ago, his parents did not seem to worry too much about him and on a swimming trip on which I was chaperone he got into a fight with one of the bigger boys so I spanked both of them. Must admit he is a plucky lad, I mean this other kid was much bigger than him and he gave as good as he got. I soon had him crying real tears, not tears of anger.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am not sure I can do that, after all you have an excuse, you are one of his teachers. He is a lot bigger than my two, not sure I could handle him.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Julie “, said Amber, “there is no difference when a child is bare bottomed over your knee. On the plus side you have a bigger target to aim at. All you do is tell him that you are going to spank him, take him over your knee, removing his shorts and underwear along the way and aim for the sit spot on his bottom and turn it fire engine red. Whatever you do don’t stop at the first sign of tears, that little boy cries very soon after you start spanking his bottom, go past that stage and then he will plead and promise the world if only you will stop spanking him. Finally he will stop reacting and lay there sobbing, not fighting anymore, when you see him reach that stage, give him a few more really hard spanks then stop. Allow him time to cry through after you have stopped spanking him and then if you like you can send him to spend some time in the corner with his hands on top of his head. Give him about 5 minutes then you can cuddle him and give him as much comfort as you like.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why hands on his head Amber?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“A spanking hurts and the natural reaction will be to rub his bottom to try relieve the sting. Not allowing him to rub his bottom will reinforce the lesson you are teaching him.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Amber thank you so much, you have given me much food for thought, I really have a soft spot for the kid and I am sure he will never peek in my wardrobe again, one thing Amber, I only have a coat brush, will that be okay to use on Mario’s bottom. The head is about 6 inches long and it is 3 inches at it’s widest part.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Amber chuckled and replied in the affirmative. After extracting a promise from Julie to let her know the outcome Amber hung up the phone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The summons to report to Julie’s office in the warehouse caused all sorts of jitters to Mario, he had been on tenterhooks all week and now that the day had arrived he was almost in a panic. He was sure Julie would tell his parents what he had done and the result would be banishment to boarding school.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie heard the commotion outside her office and saw Mario’s arrival and on a whim decided to make him wait until everybody had left and gone home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sure that they were alone in the warehouse Julie called for Mario to enter her office after first laying the brush on her desk in plain view, ensuring this would be the very first thing Mario noticed as he entered the office.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario heard Julie call him and entered her office, as Julie had planned he spotted the brush lying on the desk. A sense of relief rushed through him as he realised Julie planned to spank him herself. Even though he was relieved that his parents would not find out about this escapade he knew Julie was very angry with him and he was not totally out of danger yet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keeping his eyes down Mario walked to the desk and stopped, he said, “You wanted to see me Ma’am.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie noticed the downcast eyes and heard the Ma’am title, a sure sign that Mario knew he was in the dog house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“yes Mario, I do, what do you have planned for tonight?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario was surprised at the question, “I was going to meet Patty at the drive-in” he answered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What time are you expected at home Mario,” Julie asked as she picked up the brush from the desk top, covertly watching Mario’s eyes follow the brush.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m not expected at any time, my parents know I am going to the drive-in.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well those plans are changed as of now, you and I have some business to take care of tonight so you will be coming home with me. Where is your bike?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I parked it in front of the shop by the bicycle storage ma’am.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie told Mario to fetch the bike and leave it in the warehouse as she would drive them home. She said nothing about how Mario was going to get home but not wishing to anger Julie, Mario said nothing, merely nodding and fetched his bike storing it where he was told.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The pair of them locked the warehouse and walked to the Julies car where they got in and Julie drove them to her home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julies two children came rushing to meet them as they heard their mothers car in the driveway, the housekeeper waiting in the doorway for her employer to come inside. Swatting Mario on the bottom with her hand, Julie shooed the three youngsters inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario yelped as he felt Julie’s hand connect and covered his bottom as he scampered inside anxious to avoid another swat. Julie smiled and softly told the youngster that the swat was only a playful one and that his bottom would soon feel a lot sorer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The family sat down at the dinner table, Mario included and later after dinner and when the children had washed up they went to bed and Julie and Mario went through to the living room to talk.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie sat down on the sofa gesturing for Mario to sit opposite her. As Mario sat down he noticed the brush had made an appearance again. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie began to speak, telling Mario she had decided that there was nothing to be gained by telling Mario’s parents about the events of the previous weekend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I want you to know young man that your actions last weekend was despicable. I had every intention of not only firing you but informing your parents as well. After speaking to your teacher however I decided to punish you myself. So this is what is going to happen tonight, you are going to be spanked on your bare bottom, thereafter you will go to bed in the spare room. I will phone your parents and tell them you are looking after my children and will spend the night here. After I have punished you this matter will be closed and you will be my good boy again. There is just one small matter left to tell you, from now on please do not address me by name, if you like you may call me Aunty Julie.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I would like that Aunty, will it really be over? Asked Mario, his eyes misting over as he looked at Julie, unable to take in what he had heard.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie was quick to reassure the young boy and called Mario to her where she hugged him and cuddled him all the while telling him she loved him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After a while Julie motioned for Mario to stand up, she told him to remove his shorts and draped him over her lap before lowering his underwear. As Julie positioned the trembling young man to her satisfaction <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she felt the pressing of Mario’s erection. Mario knew he was aroused and tried to apologise.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie spared him the embarrassment of explaining why he had an erection by raising the brush and bringing it down hard onto the flushed bottom lying over her lap. WHACK</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The burning sting was just beginning to settle down when WHACK the next spank struck right on top of the first spank, reigniting the burning sensation until it became a raging fire. WHACK the third spank <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>landed with precision exactly in the same spot.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, by now Mario’s bottom had begun to change colour, the opening innings had ignited a raging fire and Mario was in distress, his cries mute testimony to the efficiency of the brush as a spanking implement.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Satisfied that she had Mario’s full attention, Julie began to branch out, the brush igniting a fire wherever it struck. Julie concentrated her attack on the junction between upper thigh and bottom cheeks, landing several salvo’s of eight spanks on each before moving on to fresh pastures. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As Amber had predicted Mario was exceptionally vocal in his cries of pain, offers of contrition and promises of good behaviour poured from his mouth. Finally, totally worn out Mario lay supine over her lap, no longer fighting, indeed he seemed to be lifting his bottom to each spank, merely crying out and sobbing as the brush wrecked havoc. Mario’s bottom fairly glowed the fire seemingly raging out of control and Julie knew she had spanked enough.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario never knew that he was no longer being punished as he lay sobbing. Finally as he left spank land and realised the spanking had stopped he raised his tear filled eyes turned towards Julie and cried out his remorse at his behaviour begging for forgiveness. Seeing the distress in his eyes and hearing the heartfelt plea in the sobbing voice, Julie had to steel herself to act out the final part of this drama. She said,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario, can you hear me?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sobbing the reply came, “Yes Ma’am…”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Making sure to keep the tone of her voice stern Julie said, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario I want you to go and stand in the corner with your hands on top of your head and think about why Aunty Julie has had to spank you tonight. 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With a supreme effort he stood tall and buried his nose into the corner and put his hands on top of his head, no way did he want a repeat performance. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It seemed like hours but in reality it was only a quarter of an hour that Mario stood nose buried deep into the corner. It took all his will power to keep his hands on top of his head as his bottom throbbed abominably. The itching grew and grew to a point where it actually pained as much if not more than during the actual spanking. As he had been instructed the penitent young man had pondered long and hard about just why he was in this situation and he vowed never to get into so much trouble ever again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Julie too had been pondering about the events taking place this evening, she, after more than three years alone had been flattered by the attention the young man standing in the corner had given her. As she looked at Mario her eyes were drawn to the glowing bottom displayed before her. The dark red colours turning almost purple in places stark testimony to the effect a brush wielded long and hard could cause. As she looked at Mario she knew he was suffering and as he fidgeted and squirmed in the corner she saw his hands laced together turning almost white so hard were they gripping each other in a conscious effort to prevent them flying to cradle and rub his burning itching throbbing bottom. 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Yes I am sure he will think long and hard before ever doing something so stupid ever again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Again a pause as Amber spoke and then Julie said goodbye and turning to Mario she said, “Mario Aunty Amber says sleep tight darling and sends her love”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With that she walked to Mario and hugged him. “Cheer up sweetheart, it is not the end of the world, beside Aunty Amber tells me you have been over her lap too”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mario wrapped his arms around Julie and returned the hug resting his head in the deep valley between her breasts. 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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-11761320570596145622012-05-27T23:36:00.000+01:002012-05-27T23:36:32.048+01:00Going up the wall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I honestly feel like I am going up the wall. I have reached a new low at the moment, My darling mama is poorly and I need spanking. Nobody seems to want the task, I was even cheeky to my mom and she did nothing.<br />
I honestly do not know what is happening, yesterday Aunty Nita spent the day with us and several times I got a look that normally meant get your bottom bare and into the corner with your hands on your head.<br />
What does a brat have to do to get some attention around here???????????????<br />
I really feel lonely and left out and it scares the crap out of me. I am scared, really scared. I look at her, such a vibrant person and she can not move without painMario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-87364438025612799712012-05-23T08:26:00.002+01:002012-05-23T08:26:56.437+01:00Spanked In The Bathroom<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:RelyOnVML/> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 28.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Spanked In The Bathroom</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Like most stories, this story has a trigger, the trigger being a post by Aunty Andrea on the Spank Shop blog. I looked at the picture of a young girl being spanked in the bathroom and the resulting tears on her face mute testimony to the effectiveness of getting a spanking whilst wet, straight out of the bath.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As many of my readers will know, I live with my guardian and her two sons David and Grant. Mom’s name is Marta Van Rensburg. Mom became my legal guardian after my natural parents relocated to the coast and left me in her care. My father was ill and my mother devoted all her time to caring for him. Mom decided she wanted full parental rights and my parents felt it to be in my best interest for me to stay with Marta now called mom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">All my school life I have had to fight to protect myself from those boys both older and bigger than me. These boys saw me as an easy target for their bullying, that is until they learned otherwise to their cost and shame. Throughout my schooling my class mates were on average 18 months to 2yrs older than me. I started school in a Crown colony in the year I turned 5. My class mates in the year they turned 7.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By the time I reached high school I was already a veteran scrapper, being hauled in front of my house masters on many an occasion for fighting. To my credit I seldom started the fight but certainly finished them. Mom’s best friend is Aunty Amber, one of my teachers and she during a discussion with mom informed her that I was not afraid to get into a fight and that I, in spite of my size seldom lost.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom decided that the fighting was to stop forthwith, unfortunately she only told me, not the other boys. I presume because the other boys were not her concern. I however was her concern. Mom told me I would be punished<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>if I got caught fighting at school, Because mom never told me I could not fight outside the school grounds, I naively took this to mean that it was okay to fight as long as it was not on the school grounds. Boy was I ever mistaken!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The first time I fought after coming to live with mom was two days before my 16<sup>th</sup> birthday, we fought, to this day I cannot remember why, however we were both a mess afterwards. I matched his black eye, my shirt was torn and he was bleeding from the deep gouges where my satchel buckles had snagged on his arm after I hit him with it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unfortunately it was Aunty Amber who some girls called to break up the fight and although the fight technically took place off school grounds, the school, namely Aunty Amber got involved. Justice was swift and both of us got caned. Six of the best from a rather disappointed and annoyed teacher. We both signed the punishment book and I was informed that Aunty Amber would be contacting mom to tell her of the events and aftermath of the afternoons festivities.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom was most displeased and before bed time I found myself bawling my eyes out as mom did everything possible to set my butt alight using her very capable hairbrush. Now a hairbrushing is bad enough on its own but coming scant hours after six of the best from Aunty Amber it was pure torture. Mom proved her stamina far exceeded mine as she wore me out long before she finished. The promise of an even more severe spanking was enough to deter me from fighting for over 3 months.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The day of infamy started much like December the 7<sup>th</sup> 1941, a beautiful clear day and as I walked the short distance to school from home I enjoyed the freshness of the early morning. However unlike that day long ago, there were no Japanese bombers attacking Pearl harbour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead there was Brett Martin, the class idiot, he was 19 years old and had already been kept back a year. He had tried to force a friend to allow him to copy her homework and when she refused he started hitting her. At 6’ 2” Brett was a big guy but for all his size he was incredibly slow and what was worse he was a sucker for a right cross as well as having a glass jaw. When I tried to intervene he slapped me and then committed his big mistake. He allowed me to get up. The fight was very one sided and before anyone could yell “FIGHT FIGHT” it was over. And three other seniors were pulling me off him as I was attempting to smash his face through the concrete of the pavement. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was only later in the morning when I spoke to Mrs Roux, Aunty Amber, that my butt began to twitch and I knew that I was in for it. As far as the school was concerned I had stopped a guy beating up on a girl and the school decided not to punish me. Mom however was a totally different matter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Amber tried to intervene on my behalf but I told her mom would still punish me for fighting. I went home with a heavy heart as the prospect of a spanking from my beloved mom loomed ever closer. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I decided to have an early bath before mom got home and was almost finished when mom came into the bathroom with fire in her eyes. Before I could even plead for mercy mom had reached out and grasping my ear hauled me to my feet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK</b> thought <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK </b>I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK</b> told you <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK</b> no more <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK </b>fighting” <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SMACK. </b>This first salvo of six spanks were all directed to the tops of my legs, I twisted and wriggled, trying desperately to escape the stinging slaps to my legs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Get out of the bath Mario, Now little boy, don’t make me tell you again” Mom said, her voice stern and I discerned the anger, but more than simple anger, there was disappointment in her voice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I climbed out of the bath my hand immediately rubbing the tops of my legs, trying to rub away the sting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario”, said mom; “you know better than to rub young man, take your hands away from your bottom before I fetch the strap.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes mom,” I said moving my hand to my side.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What did I tell you about fighting Mario?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I knew that I had to answer mom’s question, I also knew that if mom did not like the answer she spanked me until I gave her the correct one.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You told me I was not allowed to fight mom, but mom…” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I got no further as mom dragged me closer to her , pushed her left leg out and bent me over her leg, wrapped her arm over my shoulder thus effectively pinning me in place and proceeded to spank.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, </span></b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">all 8 spanks landing on exactly the same spot, right where thigh meets bottom.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK </b>seconds later the other side got the same treatment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had never been spanked straight out of the bath before. Mom’s hand was also wet, oh boy it stung like a thousand ants all biting at the same time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tell me Mario, what did I tell you about the next spanking you would get for fighting?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was so busy trying to get rid of the sting from those slaps to my sit spot and to cover my bottom that I failed to answer straight away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I spoke to you young man”, each syllable punctuated by a stinging slap to the top of my legs again and again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“mommieeeeeee, I’mmmmmmm sorrrrrrrrry,”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried out in agony, the stinging in my rear driving all thought of dissention out of my mind. Mom kept on the slaps, only now she branched upwards, her hand covering every square millimetre of my bottom and upper thighs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mario, I can keep this up longer than you can stand it, in fact lets up the ante a little.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The slapping stopped and as I opened my eyes to see the reason why, I cried out in horror, screaming out “ No mommieeee please not the bath brushpleaseeeee” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRACK CRACK</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Again and again the horrible brush struck home, every spank causing fresh agony to my already sore bottom. It was as though every spank caused the drops of water clinging to my skin to boil, the tiny burns causing excruciating agony that drove all coherent thought from my mind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mom was like someone driven, she totally ignored my cries and my pleas for her to stop, intent on driving home the lesson she wished to teach me and that was never to fight again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Long after I gave up screaming and simply hung over mom’s leg sobbing afresh as each spank of that horrible brush struck home mom finally stopped. Later I was to learn that mom had only given me 24 spanks with the brush. To this day it remains as the most severe spanking I ever received from my mom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The night was still young when Andrew and his friends arrived outside the night club. Already fuelled by a considerable quantity of alcohol consumed before they had even left the college campus, the three young men were out to ‘paint the town red’. After all reaching your majority was surely an excuse for a celebration. Andrew was 21 years of age.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Raised in a succession of foster homes, Andrew never knew his parents; his father had absconded the moment his mother announced she was pregnant leaving the 16 year old girl to fend for herself. A succession of men all used and abused the young girl and at the age of three Andrew was removed into care and never saw his mother again. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The party got really loud and everyone had a good time, Somehow during the course of the night Andrew had got separated from his companions and after getting chucked out of the night club he staggered down a side street where the urge to throw up overwhelmed him and leaning against the fence he succumbed to the inevitable and emptied the contents of his stomach. Now the initial heaving withdrew and he was left with a sickly taste in his mouth. Spying a tap on the back wall of the house Andrew decided that anything was preferable to the vile taste still lingering on his taste buds so he tried to scale the wall in order to get to the tap; however in his drunken state he lost his balance whilst still perched on top of the wall. He fell with enough noise to wake the dead and a splash as he fell into a pond. A loud expletive issued from his lips as he emerged coughing and spluttering, the stagnant smell reacting with the vile sick smell and taste in his mouth. As he wiped his face he stopped as he saw that his antics and the fact he had made such a noise he had woken the occupant of the house up.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He looked at her, all dressed for bed and wearing a long T –shirt with a logo that said “Don’t try to understand me, just love me”. At the moment however the look on her face said anything but. She was pissed, really pissed. Grabbing the startled young man by the ear she marched him through her garden, up the stairs into her kitchen where she directed him to a chair. Releasing him she told him to sit “NOW”</div><div class="MsoNormal">She fetched a towel from the closet in the hall and on returning to the kitchen she handed Andrew the towel and told him “You smell like a brewery and you stink, there is a shower through that door, use it, leave your clothes by the door, I will bring you something to wear until your clothes dry. Is that understood? ”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Please Miss, I am sorry for waking you, there is no need for you to...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Young man, I did not ask you for an apology, I asked you if you understood what I told you, did your mother not teach you anything.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I don’t have a mother Miss, and I do understand. Through that door, you said Miss?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes and my name is Vicky, what is your name?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am Andrew Miss Vicky and thank you”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fifteen minutes later Andrew emerged from the shower feeling much better. Vicky had, true to her word, gathered his clothes and put them in the washing machine. She looked up as Andrew entered the kitchen and smiled at him. “Feeling better now?” she asked as he sat down across the table from her</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes maam, I err mean Vicky” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Without asking she poured a steaming mug of coffee in front of him. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Andrew, I would like to apologise for my insensitivity earlier when I asked if your mother never taught you anything”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“That’s ok... Maam, I mean Vicky, I never knew my mother you see I was a ward of the state until...” He looked at his watch and then looking up again he said “until 3 hours ago”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“So” she said, it is your birthday and you decided to celebrate with your mates I take it. If that is the case, you have a poor choice in friends if they left you all alone on your birthday. What happened to them?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I really don’t know, one minute they were with me, the next, they had disappeared and I was getting chucked out into the street. We were watching a dancer. My friend tried to give her some cash but he ended up falling all over her.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“He ended up falling all over her because you got sick and threw up all over his feet, he slipped and that was why he fell on top of the dancer.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You mean...that’s why they disappeared, the fucking rats...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">A hard slap stopped the young man in mid sentence</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I do not like the swearing young man. If you were my son and you spoke like that, you would be getting your mouth washed out with soap. In fact if you swear again I will wash your potty mouth out with soap.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew quickly apologised, promising to mind his language.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It was you then, the dancer. I’ve kind of messed up, haven’t I?</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Nothing that cannot be put right, your coffee is getting cold; drink it before it is cold and I will make you a fresh cup.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes Maam”, said Andrew as he drank the coffee in a single gulp.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Maam, may I ask a personal question.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">After giving Andrew permission Vicky sat down after first putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of Andrew.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well Maam, when you told me off you mentioned a son, yet here you are alone.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes Andrew I do have a son, but I have not seen him for 17 years, you see I got into trouble because of alcohol and my son was taken into care. He is 21, in fact it was his birthday yesterday. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t have him in my thoughts. To tell you the truth, I was simply going to call the police when you woke the world up, you for some reason remind me of him. I decided that you deserved a break and that’s why you and I are sat in my kitchen drinking coffee.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Thank you maam...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky interrupted Andrew saying “there is no need to be so formal, I told you my name is Vicky.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I know Maam, for some reason I find it difficult to be so forward but you remind me of my mother, what little I can remember of her. She must be around 40 now, she had long light brown hair, I know she was very young when I was born, that is all the social services would tell me”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“That is ok Andrew, if it will make you feel more at ease then by all means call me what you wish.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Thank you Maam, it is good of you to care and I appreciate your kindness, after all I have done and the way I have messed up tonight. Yet something tells me I am still in trouble.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes you are in trouble, but I want to know why you think you are. Can you tell me why you are in trouble?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes maam, I am in trouble because I climbed over your property wall, fell into your pond and woke the neighbourhood.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Not bad, you are a bright boy, now what do you think should happen to you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I am not sure, I suppose that depends on you, I mean I could repaint the wall, do some chores for you”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Not quite what I had in mind, however you did say that it depended on me, is that not so.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes Maam, it does depend on you, but I don’t think I am going to like what you have in mind.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Andrew I can tell you that I would do exactly what I plan to do with you with my own son if he was foolish enough to do what you did tonight.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“But I was celebrating my birthday; surely there is nothing wrong with that?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Tell me Andrew, how much did you drink tonight?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew hung his head and while looking at the floor softly said; “a lot”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky reached out and gently lifted his chin, forcing the young man to look at her. “How much is a lot Andrew?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Feeling very sheepish Andrew began to count aloud, “Well there was the four pints at the college dorm, three more at the Slug<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and Fiddle plus about four or five Vodka and red bulls”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Tell me you are kidding” said Vicky in shock as the young man recited the litany of alcohol abuse he indulged in. “Do you want to kill yourself or worse kill someone else”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew hung his head in remorse as Vicky scolded him for being so foolish and drinking like he did.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I am sorry Maam”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You ought to be young man, you see I lost my son because of my drinking and I have never forgiven myself. The last thing I would want is for you to do the same. For this I think you deserve a spanking.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Before Andrew realized it he had jumped up “You have got to be fucking joking, a spanking. I am too old for this shit...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky stood and grabbed the startled young man by the ear again and half dragged him still muttering into the bathroom where she after delivering a series of hard spanks to Andrew’s backside, released his ear and after lathering a bar of soap said; “open”. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew kept his mouth shut, eliciting a series of hard wet smacks as Vicky punished his thigh. Andrew opened his mouth to protest only to find his mouth filled with the soap as Vicky shoved it in.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Coughing and spluttering Andrew stood meekly as Vicky proceeded to thoroughly soap his mouth, gagging all the while on the vile taste. Allowing Andrew a glass of water to rinse his mouth she directed the chastened youngster to the kitchen with a hard spank on the seat of his shorts where he sat down with alacrity, anything to avoid those stinging spanks.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Looking down at him from her position Vicky said “Too old for a spanking indeed. You are definitely not too old for a good bare bottomed spanking my boy and that is exactly what you are going to get”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">All the while she positioned her chair so there was plenty of room, sat down and calling the trembling youngster to her she directed him to stand next to her right knee and proceeded to remove the youngsters trousers and underwear before gently guiding him over her knee.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Before Andrew quite realized it he was staring at the kitchen floor, the tiled surface about 4 inches from his face and his backside strategically placed.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky gently rubbed the palm of her hand over the trembling<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>boy’s upturned bottom watching as he involuntarily flinched. The moment she saw his bottom relax she raised her hand up high and brought it down hard on the lily white bottom lying over her lap. A few seconds later there was an equal hand print on the opposite cheek.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The shock of the first two spanks to land took Andrews breath away, he gasped unable to believe that it could hurt so much. No sooner had the pain disappeared than it began all over again as Vicky began to spank in earnest. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky, for her part was amazed at how quickly the pristine white cheeks reddened. Alternating from side to side each succeeding spank overlapping the previous one slightly. Satisfied at the colour of Andrews bottom, Vicky switched attack to the tender joint, the so called sit spot, where bottom and thigh join.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew meanwhile was struggling, the constant barrage of spanks quickly brought him to the point of tears. His gasps and grunts of pain became cries, interspersed with the tears came entreaties for mercy, promises of obedience, pleas for the torment to stop, all to no avail. Finally he broke down and began to sob, great wracking sobs from deep within his soul, the agony and pain of his childhood combined with the very real pain he was experiencing at the hand of Vicky caused the fountain of tears to burst forth. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky kept a watchful eye open for signs that the spanking was effective , when she saw the floodgates open and heard Andrews cry of anguish knew the end of the spanking was near. She increased the force and speed concentrating the last explosive volley on Andrews sit spot. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile Andrew was totally unaware that Vicky no longer spanked, instead she gently whispered to him that it was finished. It took a further 5 minutes before the sobbing boy raised his head, his vision blurred and snot and mucus all over his face. </div><div class="MsoNormal">As he stood up his hand flew to his bottom and gently cradled the steaming flesh. The touch bringing a cry of pain and anguish again Drumming his feet he danced totally unaware of the fact that Vicky could and saw everything. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky meanwhile had fetched a facecloth and gently proceeded to wash the still crying youngsters face. Satisfied he looked reasonably presentable she opened her arms and enveloped Andrew in a hug, gently drawing him onto her lap soothing him all the while. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Andrew relaxed as he felt Vicky draw him onto her lap, he felt safe, instinctively knowing this lady would never harm him. Never in his life had he experienced such a sense of safety and security. Finally the drink and spanking began to take its toll on the exhausted young man .</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vicky offered Andrew a bed for the night and as she made up the bed in the spare room she noticed a scar on Andrew leg. 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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-51146034384226211182012-05-06T23:14:00.001+01:002012-05-06T23:14:04.858+01:00Tommy, what happened that night and the next day!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tommy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>once I had changed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aunty Shan it is still early, please can’t I stay up a little
later”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Remind me why you find yourself across my knee tonight
Mario”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“And…?” said Aunty Shan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“For swearing at Amanda and calling her a two faced bitch.” I
finished the sentence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I gasped at the sting and softly replied; “No Aunty Shan…”the
tears already beginning to drip down my face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was too worn out to make a further issue of the matter,
besides Aunty Shan was right<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and
although she loved me she would not allow me to behave like I did and to
disrespect a girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes my love and you…? How are you feeling?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“ Well Aunty, other than a very sore bum, I am okay”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“ 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.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>invited us
to sit down, I demurred and with a grin Mrs Sneddon remarked, “Bottom sore eh,
Mario…?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Without looking at her I politely replied “Yes Ma’am, my
bottom is very sore, please don’t make me sit down.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Stand by your Aunt them Mario, besides you won’t be the only
boy with a sore bottom today.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I am glad you came over Shan, it would seem as we both have a
handful with these boys.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“How did your Aunty Shan punish you yesterday if she has still
to punish you for what you said and did to Amanda.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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”.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I looked at Aunty Shan, silently pleading with her to
intervene. I looked at<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the floor,
knowing that this could end very badly for me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Tommy silently made his way to his mother’s side<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I would choose my words very carefully Thomas James Sneddon.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With a sense of glee I watched Tommy visibly cringe as he
heard his mother speak his full name out. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You were about to say…? Thomas?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Totally at a loss for words Tommy looked for an escape route,
finding none he turned to his mother, “Mommy…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Choose your words carefully Thomas” said Aunty Mary. “Tell
me, just what you called Aunty Shan yesterday.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I… mommy…” at a loss for words and firmly in the spotlight,
the bully began to cry.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“ 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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Mary then turned to me and asked, “Mario my sweetheart,
have you ever been switched before?” </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I looked at Aunty Shan for guidance, who nodded her head,
giving me the go ahead to share my only experience of being switched.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Did it hurt Mario?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh yes Ma’am, it hurt so bad.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Can you tell Aunty Mary how long it lasted?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yes Aunty, mommy Cel
gave me a dozen strokes, mind you that was after she used a leather soled
sandal on my bare bottom”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You said you were naughty, exactly what did you do that made
your big sister punish you.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on the back of his legs. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aunty Shan looked at me, Mario, I think, you need to stand in
front of Amanda, she will punish you for swearing at her.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Amanda honey, do you have a hair brush you can use on the
naughty boy in front of you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes my darling, you;”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aunty Shan,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>a next time as I would never swear at her ever again. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“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!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Note to self. “Don’t swear at Amanda again…”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>her attack on Tommy’s sit spots and upper
thighs before laying down her brush, it’s work finished for the day. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tommy, your punishment is almost over, please go and lean
over the back of the sofa”. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes mommy” came the reply as Tommy, all rebellion spanked out
of him, went and obediently draped himself over the back of the sofa.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes mommy… must I count the strokes?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“No Tommy there is no need, just stay in position”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">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! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-71046651986984562092012-04-19T00:43:00.000+01:002012-04-19T00:43:48.547+01:00Gonna get Little Tommy!!!!Got more than the expected birthday spanking this morning. I went to visit my Aunty Shan today, fully expecting a mild birthday spanking OTK with her hand. Did I get that, NO!!!!!!!!!!! (sob, sob )<br />
What I got was a full blown, no holds barred pants down ass whipping. I am struggling to come to terms with the fact that my mate Tommy dobbed me in and his spiteful mother made a complaint to Aunty telling her that I smacked her precious little brat and dumped him in a big mud puddle. Actually I was in fact really kind to him, he deserved to have his arms ripped off the then beaten with the wet end. Instead I popped him on the nose and he sat back on his posterior smack in the middle of a big mud puddle.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDGMq5Hy3MQ/T49PYPU-NdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xYqbVH2JU9c/s1600/Fgallery4-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDGMq5Hy3MQ/T49PYPU-NdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xYqbVH2JU9c/s320/Fgallery4-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I dare say giggling about how stupid the little rat looked all wet and muddy as he tried to wipe the mud and snot from his face was not a good idea, nor was refusing to tell Aunty Shan exactly why I popped Tommy on the nose. That caused the spanking to graduate from a hand and slipper job to an ass blistering with her Ebony hair brush. <br />
I quickly apologised for being a naughty boy and for lying to Aunty but would not apologise for popping the little brat on the nose. Again in hindsight refusal to do as instructed, while in a very vulnerable position across an irate Aunty's knee was not wise and tears were flowing freely long before Aunty stopped spanking me.<br />
It was only after a promise of another spanking tonight and one tomorrow morning after being informed that I would be staying for a few days and I could expect a spanking each night before bed time that I told her the whole story. I think Tommy is sleeping on his stomach tonight, I know I am! Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-30248483679049686912012-04-05T13:26:00.000+01:002012-04-05T13:26:56.401+01:00After school Punishment<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<h4><span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After School Punishment</span></h4><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This true account of an after school punishment took place in 1971. The setting is a small mining town in the area of South Africa now known as the Limpopo Provence. There was not much to make the town stand out except for the fact it had a very large mine and its proximity to the Kruger National Park. There were three primary schools. Two of them Afrikaans speaking, the other an English speaking school. There was and still is today a dual medium high school although the ratio of language split was around 75% Afrikaans and the rest of us English speaking.</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of my many teachers was a Mrs. Amber Roux. She was a fiery auburn headed lady, around 5’ 4” in height and she was a Afrikaans language teacher and also the local country club golf captain. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The day I met her was quite an eventful day. I had been transferred from my previous school, because in my parent’s opinion, the school I attended was too liberal and a breeding ground for communists.</div><span style="font-weight: normal;">Needless to say I was not best pleased when after all the enrolment I walked into the class she taught and stood by her desk, politely waiting for her to acknowledge me and finish talking before I introduced myself. She looked at me as I told her my name and then waited for her reply. Mrs Roux then</span> startled me by saying “Ahh you are Barbara’s son.”<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">“Shit” I said inwardly as I heard those words, “how the bloody hell does she know mother”. She looked at me and smiled, “Relax kid, my husband works with your mother.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Great, someone else to run and tell tales to my parents, now I’ll never get any peace at home, everything I do will reach their ears and I will be in permanent shit at home.” This dialogue was muttered under my breath and silently.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was directed to find a desk and sit down, the lesson proceeding quickly Mrs Roux an excellent teacher, her lesson lively and interesting. All too soon the bell rang and the class was dismissed for the first break of the day. As I packed my satchel I heard my name called, looking up I heard Mrs Roux asking me to remain for awhile after the class had been dismissed. I sat down with my satchel on the desk when Mrs Roux got up and walked towards me. She pulled out a chair and sat down facing me.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, I don’t know what your situation is like at home but I want you to know that I do not have to or have in the past told my students parent anything other than queries regarding their work.” I looked at her blankly, not quite getting the gist of what she was saying.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I read your lips and I know you think that I will tell your mother what goes on in this class. I have heard that you kicked up a storm when you discovered that you were coming to this school. I am giving you fair warning that if you kick up a storm in my class I will light a bushfire on your backside with my paddle and cane. I really hope that I don’t have to, but from what I have heard about you I more than likely will. Are we clear on this?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes Ma’am, I hope you don’t have to either”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">After that initial meeting I developed quite a good relationship with Mrs Roux and it was to be several weeks later that I felt the bite of her cane. However this story is not about that event. It was the week before the July school holiday and there was a compulsory school rugby game. The senior section had to attend all home 1<sup>st</sup> team rugby matches and around half time I decided to sneak away from the game. Sods law decreed that the teacher to spot me was, yes you guessed correctly, Mrs Roux.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I had to ride past her house to get to mine and it wasn’t until I saw her in the garden that I realised she had seen me. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, why aren’t you still at school, and what are you doing dressed like that” this she said pointing at my uniform, blazer creased, my tie undone and shirt hanging out of my trousers.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You, young man, are in big trouble, come and see me in the morning before school and we will deal with this then.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yeah yeah, whatever” I said.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I beg your pardon; did you just say “Whatever” to me? Get off your bicycle and come inside right now. I warned you about cheek and now seeing as you insist on behaving like a spoilt brat I will teach you a lesson you will not forget. You are going to get spanked like a little boy over Aunty Amber’s lap and I am going to use my big wooden hairbrush to light that bushfire I told you about.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">She turned and walked inside saying; “Now Mario!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not have all day, be quick now, I am waiting.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I got off my bike and followed her into the house where she directed me to her bedroom telling me to remove my clothing and to wait for her to return as she was going to send her children to their grandma while she dealt with me. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Into the corner there, you may keep your underwear on for now” she said as with a firm SMACK on my butt she propelled me into the corner. “Do Not Move” were the final admonition as she left the room. I heard her speak on the phone and say,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I need you to watch the kids for an hour or so mom, I have a naughty pupil here in dire need of an attitude adjustment and I need to sort it out now. Yes ok and thanks mom... yes I’ll talk to you soon bye” She hung up and told her children to go over the road to their “Ouma” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Afrikaans for grandma)</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal">A short while later she walked into the bedroom, hairbrush dangling from her right hand. I heard the sound of a chair scraping on the tiled floor and then, “Mario come here, child.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I turned and saw Mrs Roux sat on the chair, a seemingly enormous hairbrush resting on her lap, a lap I was about to go over. I walked to where she directed me, my heart pounding, really scared now as the memory of my previous encounter with her capable right hand burned forever in my mind. All I could think about was how much it hurt and from the looks of that brush this was going to be worse.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Asseblief Tannie, ek wil nie pak kry nie” I said in Afrikaans, (“Please aunty, I don’t want a spanking”)</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, you are going to get a spanking.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“But aunty, it is going to hurt, please don’t, I promise I will be good, please Aunty I’m begging you, don’t spank me.” Emotionally worn out, tears began to form and I started to sniffle.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You really are scared, aren’t you, why Mario, why are you so afraid, is your behaviour at school all an act. You are the big boy at school yet here you are afraid of getting a real hiding.” She reached out and drew me closer and putting her hand under my chin lifted my face so that I had to look at her face. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“What happens at home if your parents punish you” she asked “tell me what happens. Does your mother spank you or does your dad?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“My dad beats me with a belt”, I said. “Normally my mother will have to stop him.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Does he hit you on your bottom” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Not always Ma’am... I mean aunty Amber, sometimes if he is really angry with me. He hits me on my back, my legs, wherever he can.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Will you get a beating when you get home tonight”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No aunty, my mother and father are away in Portugal.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“So if they are away, who is looking after you then”?</div><div class="MsoNormal">“My brother Graeme is in charge aunty.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I don’t know him, where does he go to school?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“He doesn’t, he works on the mine, he is an apprentice at the pit”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Ahh okay I see”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Are you going to beat me aunty...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No my child, I will not beat you, I am however going to spank you on your bottom, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>then when I am finished I will love you and cuddle you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Are you still angry with me then aunty...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No sweetheart, I am not angry at all, however you do need to be taught a lesson. There are three reasons I am going to spank you for; firstly you need to realise you cannot go around talking to your teachers as though they are dirt, secondly you cannot go around flaunting the school rules like you did today. Thirdly you know the rules regarding wearing your uniform in public. After I spank you it will be all over, your parents will never hear about this from me and I promise you that I will never spank you when I am angry with you. Do you understand me Mario?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes ma’am I think so”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said, How are you... I mean do you want me to bend over like at school?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No Mario, I am not going to cane you, I am going to take you over my lap and pull down your underwear, then I am going to spank your bare bottom until I know you are sorry for what you did wrong.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“How many spanks will you give me? I mean I know I was wrong to be cheeky to you and for cutting school and everything...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario I will spank you till you tell me you are really sorry, then I’ll stop”. With that she gently drew my unresisting form over her lap, sliding my underwear down in the process. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I lay there, my feet in the air totally carried by this stern yet loving woman, about to receive my first ever OTK spanking. I felt her hand caressing my bare butt soothing me and calming my fears. Then she spoke again.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Tell me Mario, why are you here over my lap about to get a spanking?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Because I was a naughty boy aunty Amber”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes but I want you to tell me what you did wrong Mario, We both know that you are naughty.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was cheeky and I bunked off school...</div><div class="MsoNormal">“And...”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was disrespectful towards my school uniform aunty Amber. I really am sorry, I promise”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I know sweetheart, let’s make sure shall we”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">With that she raised her hand and brought it down with a snap of her wrist right on my sit spot. Ten seconds later smack a second and then a third all striking the same place. The initial opening salvo was <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>not overly hard, yet the snapping of her wrist meant that they stung and burned more than hurt. The tempo of spanking stayed at around a spank every ten seconds. After around 20 spanks I began to feel really uncomfortable and the stinging sensation intensified until I started to try and protect my burning tail. I squirmed and wriggled but aunty Amber merely drew me closer with her left hand while her right hand continued to deliver the stinging and burning spanks. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Two minutes into the spanking I started to cry for real, I still tried to escape and block her hand by reaching back with my right hand, at first aunty Amber merely ignored my hand but as I persisted she smacked it and said “Move your hand Mario”. Eventually she grabbed it and forced it up out of the way trapping me further still</div><div class="MsoNormal">I started to plead for leniency and I began to make all sorts of promises, if only the spanking would end. She merely stepped up the tempo and intensity of the spanking, branching out to ensure every bit of my bottom was an even shade of red. By now the river of tears was flowing strongly, as were the pleas for clemency. Unmoved this stern loving woman carried on, her hand must have been used to spanking because there had been no let up for around five minutes now. Finally, totally subdued I stopped fighting her and my body relaxed, I found myself pushing my butt upwards, as though to embrace and meet the spanks still raining unrelentingly. It was the sign she was waiting for, she stopped spanking allowing me to cry, saying “nearly over Mario, we are nearly there”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I lay sobbing for the next 3 or 4 minutes as she allowed me to calm down, gently rubbing my achingly sore butt all the time. Then pushing my arms I raised myself up and turned my head towards her face and asked, “Is it over aunty?” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Her answer was to reach down and grip her hairbrush saying at the same time, twelve more with this, then we are done, head down now sweetheart.” Without a pause, giving me no time to plead or escape aunty Amber dealt out the final hardest spanks I had up till then ever felt. I howled anew at each one, less than a minute later it was all over bar the crying which continued for the next 5 minutes. Finally I stirred my eyes bloodshot, totally exhausted. Aunty Amber had true to her word stopped spanking when I showed her I had learned my lesson. </div><div class="MsoNormal">When I showed signs of recovery aunty Amber stood me up, gently covering my butt to spare me any embarrassment. She led me to her bathroom where she gently washed my face and dried my tears. I still apologised for my behaviour until Aunty Amber turned me towards her and looking into my eyes said, “I forgive you child” opening her arms at the same time hugging me to her bosom at the same time.</div><div class="MsoNormal">A half hour later we walked to the kitchen where sitting on a very soft pillow Aunty Amber earned herself my undying love and admiration by treating me to a large slice of melktert <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(a South African delicacy)</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-19728163738160712412012-04-03T21:39:00.000+01:002012-04-03T21:39:44.983+01:00Aunty AmyI have been trolling though my archives and after reading one of my earlier stories realised that I may not have shared this particular story. Aunty Amy is my friend Errol's big sister. Errol was a laatlammetjie, I will try translate. An Afrikaans word that loosely translates as ‘late lamb’. It is a word that is often used to describe those unexpected and unplanned bundles of joy, which are gifted to couples that are often past their child rearing prime.<br />
Errol was my age, his nephew and niece were in the same school a year behind us. Aunty Amy was nearly 20 years older than Errol. She also worked in the school office and as such knew all about punishing a naughty little boys. Enjoy!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 22.0pt;">Aunty Amy spanks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I recently shared about the time my friend Errol and I got spanked by his older sister Amy. Well Amy is my mom’s friend and I know her as Aunty Amy. She is around twenty years older than Errol and works as a secretary at the local high school. Her own children are a few years younger than me. Her son, Graham and daughter Louise are a year below Errol and me. My name is Mario and I live with my guardian Marta Van Rensburg and her two sons David and Grant.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I came to live with mom the previous year shortly before I turned fifteen. Due to ill health, my own parents decided to move to the coast leaving me to finish the year staying with Mrs. V as I called her then. The following year Mrs. V became my legal guardian and to all intents and purposes my mother.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We like most families in South Africa in the seventies had a rule that if you were spanked whilst at school, you got spanked double at home the same evening before bed. Mom laid it on with a passion and we as a result tried to avoid getting “jacks” or “cuts” as they were known. Every punishment meted out by the teachers at school was entered in the register and a letter was written to each parent explaining why the pupil was punished as well as the severity of the punishment. There was no escape. Each parent was asked to sign the letter and return it to the school the following day and if no letter was returned, the school contacted the parent by phone and enquired as to why the letter had not been returned. This job fell to Aunty Amy who also doubled as the school nurse. She knew everything and nothing got past her.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the first week of the second term and the Std. 9E class had a new English teacher. Miss Wendy Miller, otherwise known as, Speedy Gonzales. Man this woman could walk fast. She joined us straight from College. Her passion was English literature. We found out she also carried a large paddle with her, evidently a gift from a former teacher.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Being typical adolescents, we boys all tried to vie for her attention. Stupid really as being her pupils we stood no chance. However, we discovered she tolerated no nonsense and did not suffer fools gladly. My first experience came because of Errol fooling around. I should never have hit Errol back. As luck would have it, as I punched Errol on the arm, purely in retaliation for what he did, Miss Miller looked up from her marking and caught me red handed. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, this is a classroom, not the rugby field. Anymore disturbance from you and you will be the first to feel my paddle on your backside. Is that understood young man”? </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes ma’am perfectly understood Ma’am” I answered relieved to have gotten off with a warning and not a trip to the stock room, which doubled as punishment room.</div><div class="MsoNormal">For the rest of the period I was on my best behaviour, however Errol and another friend were plotting a prank which they planned to pull the last period in homeroom. Our homeroom teacher just happened to be, yes, you guessed correctly, non other than Miss Wendy Miller.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The last period arrived and as we filed into the classroom, Miss Miller looked up at me and her look spoke volumes, she was pissed for some reason. Someone had really annoyed her in the periods between when we were last in her classroom.</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we sat down Vincent passed me a matchbox and as I opened it I freaked, big time. The largest “daddy long legs” spider I have ever seen crawled out of the box and over my hand. To say that I am petrified of spiders is an understatement. In total fear I ran for the door of the classroom, only there were about twenty desks in my way, so I mowed them all down in my efforts to escape the horrible thing crawling all over me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pandemonium ensued and once relative calm had been restored I was frogmarched into the stock room by the now totally pissed teacher who laid into my butt with a will and a vengeance. WHACK “You were warned WHACK not to play the fool” WHACK. All three whacks aimed at the same spot and by now I was howling. WHACK “You will” WHACK “learn not to fool around in my class again.” And drawing back her arm way above her head she delivered the hardest one of all WHACK, Speedy had saved the best for last. The guys told me afterwards that my shriek rose an octave as the final spank flattened and destroyed my backside. Hanging up her paddle Speedy calmly told me to sit down and walked back into the classroom where she wrote a note in her punishment register. Noting the crime, as well as the punishment given. Once she had done that, she addressed the class. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Now lets have the other culprit. I know that someone gave Mario the matchbox. We do not leave this class until that person owns up. I don’t care how long we wait here but we don’t leave until that person owns up.” We<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sat there for nearly an hour until Vincent stood up. “Miss it was me, I gave Mario the match box.” She looked at him and said, “you know where to go, I will be with you shortly. Mario please remain here.” Facing the class she dismissed them. Once the class had gone home Speedy locked her class door and walked into the stock room.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the stock room Vincent stood nervously waiting for Speedy to make her appearance and as she entered the room she told Vincent to bend over and touch his toes. She lifted his blazer from his butt and took her stance. </div><div class="MsoNormal">WHACK the first stroke sounded very loud in the stillness of the afternoon. The effect on Vincent was startling, He was shocked at the pain that the paddle caused, Speedy scolded him all the time and about 25 seconds later<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WHACK again like she had when spanking me Speedy landed the second whack directly on top of the first. The effect on Vincent was even more spectacular than the first. His back bowed and he shot upright clutching his rear as white hot shards of pain seared him WHACK “You are going to regret playing the fool in my class”. WHACK<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again directly on top of the previous spanks and again a wait of about 30 seconds before WHACK. This last one struck home right on Vincents’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sit spot, he howled in pain and again stood upright clutching his butt. “Bend over boy, I’ve got a good mind to repeat that last one. You are wasting my time. Come on bend over before I give you extra, God knows you do deserve it.” Still clutching his butt, Vincent remained upright. “That’s it you are getting an extra two strokes for not listening to me now shall we make it four extra” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Bending over quickly Vincent said “No ma’am please no more.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">WHACK WHACK these two were very hard and Vincent began to cry, however anxious to avoid any extra spanks he gripped the back of his ankles hard and remained bent over. WHACK WHACK, the final two strokes were the hardest of all and Vincent howled and howled. His eyes streaming snot running down his face Vincent was a sight. Clutching his backside he danced and danced, his glowing backside bright enough to be a beacon. When Vincent calmed down enough to think and speak coherently Speedy wrote up the punishment book and told us to take it to the office so that proper record could be kept of the offence and the punishment delivered. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Vincent and I left Speedy in her classroom and walked to the school office, we both walked very carefully as the simple act of walking caused our trousers to chaff quite badly. Teachers walking past us smiled knowingly as they saw us waddling along each step carefully placed trying to minimise the chaffing.</div><div class="MsoNormal">We arrived at the office and presented the book to the receptionist who told us to wait. “You may sit over there” she said indicating some chairs placed along the wall. I replied “thank you ma’am but if it is alright with you I would prefer to stand” “Oh bottom a bit tender then…” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll fetch Amy then.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">A couple of minutes later Vincent’s name was called and he went to the office indicated, a short while later he came out with a letter in hand. As he walked past me he informed me, my presence was required in the office. I went to the office he indicated and knocked on the door. “Come in Mario” said Aunty Amy, “I’ll be with you shortly”. I opened the door and entered the office. Aunty Amy sat behind her desk and looking up at me smiled warmly and said “I suppose you still want to stand” “Yes ma’am if it is alright with you”. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Now what ever have you been up too Mario. I see Miss Miller spanked both you and Vincent, would you like to tell me what happened?” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Well Aunty Amy, I mean ma’am”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It’s okay Mario, we are not in company, Aunty Amy is fine with me.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Thank you Aunty Amy, it is a long story, it all started when I punched Errol on the arm, Miss Miller saw me and told me off.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I might have known my brother had something to do with it, go on…”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well Vincent and Errol planned to cause hassles, they caught a spider and after putting it in a match box gave it to me, when it crawled out all over me I freaked, result six of the best from Miss Miller, now mom is going to kill me”. “Do you really have to give her a letter telling her I got spanked at school Aunty Amy?” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Sorry my darling but I really have to it is a department of education rule”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“My mom is so going to kill me, her rule is “get it at school and get it double at home” so I’m dead” I hung my head and shuddered at the prospect of another spanking on my already sore butt. Aunty Amy looked up and kindly said to me, “look I will call round to see your mom this afternoon. You better let me have a look at your bottom my boy, if I am going to bat for you I need to know what I am talking about. Just so you know, we have the same rule in our house. If my two hooligans get spanked at school I always give them a spanking at home in the evening.” I took my shorts down and Aunty Amy leaned me over, pulled my underwear down and whistled, </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Wow Miss Miller did a real number on you, you must really have riled her. How many did she give you? </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Six Aunty Amy, I guess I deserved them, but it is so sore.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It looks very sore my boy, hold on Aunty Amy will rub some cream on your bottom, it will make it feel better.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">With that, she busied herself spreading cream all over my very sore buttocks. When she finished that, she packed her bags and gave me a lift home. On the way home, I told Aunty Amy that I would give mom the letter before she said anything. If she wanted to intervene, she could after I had squared it with mom. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I walked though the door and called out “mom I’m home, where are you? I need to talk to you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I’m in the bedroom, put the kettle on, I’ll be right there.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Okay mom, I’ll do that.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">I busied myself putting the kettle on and getting myself something to eat. Mom came into the kitchen and as she passed me, she swatted my backside. “Ow F….k that hurt” I yelped, totally forgetting where I was. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“I beg your pardon, where did you learn language like that young man” said mom as she gazed open mouthed at me.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mom, oh God, mom I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear like that, it’s just…”</div><div class="MsoNormal">You got spanked at school didn’t you. Well you know the rules. Would you care to explain why before or after I take you to my bedroom and give you a spanking over my knee.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As mom pronounced sentence on me Aunty Amy walked through the door, “Marta, I think we need to talk before you punish Mario today.” Turning to me she said, Mario, your mom and I need to talk alone.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, go to your room, I’ll call you when I’m done.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I walked to my room leaving mom and Aunty Amy alone in the kitchen to talk. I busied myself doing my homework while I waited for mom and Aunty Amy to discuss the prospect of further damage to my backside. I stood in the room, my shorts<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>around my ankles looking at the sight of utter destruction that was my ass. I was still twisting around trying to see, when mom walked into the room. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Come on let me see, Aunty Amy says I should not spank you today or even until next week. That does not mean you will get away with out getting a spanking, I have agreed to wait until next week before spanking you. I warn you anymore shenanigans at school and this deal is off, is that clear young man.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Perfectly mom, and thank you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Don’t thank me you have to thank Aunty Amy, she was mighty persuasive, now lets have a look at your bum before we pay a visit to the bathroom, you my dirty mouthed son have a date with a bar of soap.” I lay down on my bed and mom examined my butt. From the bottom to the top it had turned purple, where the paddle had overlapped, blisters had formed. It was clear, Miss Wendy Miller was an expert in spanking.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The soaping was horrible, perfumed soap does not taste as good as it smells, mom unwrapped a fresh bar especially for me to eat. Mom made me stand in front of her, purely out of revulsion I balked at opening my mouth, when I did that mom slapped my legs and had to threaten to spank my butt if I did not do as she said. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and mom shoved the bar into my mouth. After a short while she took the bar from my mouth and lathered a facecloth. Reaching up to my mouth she said “Open your mouth and hold it open.” She then proceeded to wash the inside of my mouth using the lathered face cloth. Once done she allowed me to rinse my mouth out using only a single glass of water.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The week passed quickly and I made doubly sure I did not get into any more trouble at school. On the Friday, we had a crisis. Mom slipped at work and ended in hospital with a broken arm. She was only supposed to spend the night in hospital, but for some reason the doctors decided to keep her in over the weekend. This left mom in a dilemma as she had to arrange for me to stay somewhere. Aunty Amy said that I could spend the weekend with their family, mom agreed and informed me of the arrangement. As I left to go with Aunty Amy, mom said to me. “Mario, since I have broken my arm, I can no longer punish you for your little stunt at school, however Aunty Amy has agreed to stand in for me, so she will spank you. I have given her permission to treat you as one of her own children, which means if you misbehave, she will punish you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yes mom I promise that I will behave. See you tomorrow afternoon mom, I love you.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the car, as we rode home to Aunty Amy’s house. I asked Aunty Amy, “Are you going to spank me tonight Aunty Amy?</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well my boy, I thought that we could arrange for the children to go to the movies in the morning, that way we will not be disturbed and also it will mean that you will have some privacy while I spank you. How does that sound? I breathed a sigh of relief, for I really did not want Aunty Amy’s children to hear me getting my backside tanned. Shortly afterwards we arrived at Aunty Amy’s house. She carried my bag, containing a change of clothes and some clean underwear. As we entered the house I greeted her husband and was shown to the room I would sleep in.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Next day I woke up and got dressed, after washing my face I wandered into the kitchen to find the family tucking into breakfast. Due to a sense of doom hanging over me I really had no appetite but did not want to appear rude so I ate the food Aunty Amy dished up for me. All too soon, the house was empty and Aunty Amy and I were alone. Aunty Amy looked at me and said, “it’s time my boy, I’m sorry we have an unpleasant task ahead, I really don’t relish the thought of having to spank you, but I promised your mom and rules are rules even if I think the wrong child got spanked last week. Now let’s go to my bedroom”</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the room, Aunty Amy pulled a chair away from the dresser and ordered me to wait in the corner while she got ready. A couple of minutes later she called me to her and proceeded to remove my shorts. “Up you come over my lap. I think you know the drill.” As I laid my myself over her lap, she tugged my underwear down so they fell to my ankles.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Cry all you want my boy” said Aunty Amy “I intend to make sure your mom will be satisfied that I have spanked you properly. How would mom spank you if it were she doing what I am about to do?” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“First she would spank me using her hand, Aunty Amy and then depending on what I’ve done will determine if mom uses the brush or the strap.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Has your mom used the strap on you Mario, If she has she has not said anything to me.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No Aunty Amy, she hasn’t used the strap, mom did say that if we had been at home when she caught me smoking that I would have got the strap and possibly a switching as well”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh well I think we can make do with the hairbrush today, I think that will suffice.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having said that Aunty Amy stopped stroking my buttocks and raising her hand brought it down hard on my defenceless left cheek. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, The heat quickly built up and as it did so did the sting, Aunty Amy followed a set pattern. She started a round on the left side of my bum, quite low, almost hitting my upper leg, from there she branched outwards and upwards. By the time she had finished a pattern the whole area had begun to turn pink. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.A new round began and as the heat grew hotter so did my cries, I began to cry out for the spanking to stop, for the pain to stop, for mercy and along with the crying out I began to promise all manner of good behaviour. All I wanted was for the spanking to stop. Finally it did. After about 4 minutes of hard spanking, I had long since stopped trying to escape, I had resigned myself to the fact the spanking was indeed never going to stop. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Up you get go and stand in that corner and think about why it was necessary for Aunty Amy to spank you so hard.” I hobbled to the corner indicated, my hands clutching my bottom. Frantically I rubbed but the fire burned too bright and the flames carried on burning.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The five minutes flew past and as I stood there in the corner the pain began to recede and although I knew there was more to come I thought ,maybe I’ll survive this one, it doesn’t seen so bad. My thoughts were interrupted by Aunty Amy’s voice calling me from the corner, I turned towards her and when I saw what was in her hand I paled. Surely she wouldn’t hit me with that I thought. Surely not! For in her hand was not a hairbrush but a clothes brush. The bristle part of the brush fully 10inches long and at least three inches wide. It was a half inch thick. Now real fear coursed though me and I hesitated, “please Aunty Amy, please don’t smack me with that plank, you will break me” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Mario, I want you to come here now, I am only going to give you six spanks with this brush, but if you refuse to listen to me I will increase the amount you are going to get so the choice is yours. My two children get spanked with this, and I have never broken anything when I spanked them. Now for the last time I want you to come to Aunty Amy now, I promise it will hurt but you won’t die I will count to three and if you are not standing next to me it will become 8 spanks and for every number I count higher will add spanks. One… Two… ” By the time Aunty Amy got to three I stood trembling next to her side, tears already steaming down my face. I was going to get it with that massive brush and there was no way of avoiding it.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Aunty Amy said that it would be better if I went over her lap for the spanking with the clothes brush. That way she could control me more effectively and prevent me from placing my hands in the way.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once again I found myself upended over Aunty Amy’s lap. This time however I lay only over her left knee, Aunty Amy placed her right leg over my legs effectively pinning me. “Give me your hand, no, the right one.” I lifted my hand and she grabbed it and twisted my arm so that she securely held my arm. Now I was totally pinned down, I tried to move but found I could not move at all. “I am sorry Mario, but this will soon be over and raising her right arm she brought it crashing down on my red sore bottom. CRACK The sound reverberated through out the house, much like the CRACK of a gunshot. The effect was even more dramatic, being so large, the brush hit both cheeks at the same time, a white hot band of pain seemed to radiate from my rear and even before the sound had died away, the pain hit my brain and I screamed. CRACK the second spank was aimed in exactly the same spot. As the brush connected with my butt the blood was driven away and the impact area became pure white, nerve endings already on high alert went to panic mode. My lungs at that moment still expelling air in a scream from the first blow suddenly hit reverse switch and sucked in air into my tortured lungs. A split second later the pain signal hit my brain and again I screamed, “please NOOOOOOO…”</div><div class="MsoNormal">CRACK, the third one hit home an inch lower, right on the sit spot. Same effect as the previous two, my screams and cries went up an octave. Then Aunty Amy waited about 30 seconds and said to me “Hold on these are the last ones” CRACK CRACK CRACK all three within 3 or 4 seconds and these were the hardest of all. I lay there sobbing hardly able to believe that I survived. I vowed never to get another spanking from my Aunt Amy again. I lay over her knee for about 5 minutes until she said to me, “Mario can you hear me?” through my pain I nodded affirmative, “Come child, sit on Aunty Amy’s lap, it’s all over now. She gathered me into her arms and for the next hour we sat there until I recovered enough to say, Aunty Amy, I’m sorry for putting you in such a position, please forgive me for being such a naughty boy.” With that I went to sleep. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-12884000317038309602012-04-02T22:41:00.000+01:002012-04-02T22:41:05.927+01:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Eva</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I originally wrote this story
shortly after coming out of hospital following an Angina attack. I have taken
some poetic licence but for the most part this is a story of fantasy resulting
from the spanking Eva gave me in hospital </span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I was sat at the computer,
surfing the internet when my messenger program alerted me to the fact that Eva
was online and sent me a nudge.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Wondering what was up
I opened the window and started the conversation.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hello how you doing”, </span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m fine, what are you doing on the computer” </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Don’t feel too good,
so I am taking it easy” </span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Have you been to the doctor?”</span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“No”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Are you going to go to the Doctor?”</span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“No, there is no need
to see the Doctor”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Are you sick or just skiving?”</span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I suppose I’m
skiving”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“And what did your wife say about moping around
the house and playing on the computer all day” </span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Come on that was
months ago, besides I’m not moping nor have I been on all day”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Yes you have, I saw your offline icon change
to online at 9.45 it is now 14.00, you have been online for 4.5 hours young
man, Don’t lie to me, what have you been doing all this time.</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">You don’t keep the house clean, it is always a
mess, and the last time I called round the dishes had not been washed for days.
You need a reminder of what your responsibilities are, seems like it has been
too long since you had a lesson.”</span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I realized that Eva
was right, I had let things slip; my wife was away in Africa and would be away
for at least three weeks, I had promised her I would keep things in order and
keep things tidy. Now I had let it slip. If Eva told my wife, I would never
hear the end of it. The fact that I had taken the day off meant that I was in
trouble, big time.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Are you going to tell
Ruth?”</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Do you think I shouldn’t tell her, what sort of friend<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>would I be if I didn’t, I would like to think
that if the shoe were on the other foot that she would do the same thing for
me”</i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I suppose you are
right, you are our friend and she did ask you to keep an eye on me” </span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes am your friend and I was asked to keep my eye on you and you have
been a bad boy , you have been lazy while Ruth has been away, you have a
choice, I will sort you out, or you can wait until Ruth gets home and then she
can deal with you, from what I’ve heard you will be worse off with Ruth dealing
with this.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Eva was right, the
last thing I wanted was for Ruth to have to punish me, her wrath and anger was
for me a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>terrible thing to behold and an
even more terrible thing to go through, ever since that first time she spanked
me I was always afraid of invoking her anger. She had warned me regarding the
amount of time I spent on the computer, I had spent too long on the pc and as a
result the work I had to do around the house had not been done, I always came
up with an excuse but the real reason was that I just couldn’t be bothered.
Losing my job had really thrown me; I was a wreck, emotionally and physically.
I spent too much time on the computer and the thought of having to make a
decision made me sick to the stomach. So I played on the computer and that way I
did not have to make a decision.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Please don’t tell
Ruth, I will do what you say”</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I will only do what Ruth would do, so what you
have to do is go to bath room and fetch the bath brush, bring it with you and
come over to my house, I will send Peter to go to town for me so we will be
alone. I will expect you in 10 minutes don’t be late”</span></i></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">With that command, Eva
signed off and I was left staring at the screen</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I shut down the pc and
went to the bath room I picked the brush up and after putting on my shoes
locked up and got into my car, deep in thought I drove the few miles to Eva’s
house, Getting out of my car I saw Peter had already left so Eva had kept her
word.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Walking up the path I
realized that after many months of banter <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I was now going to get
spanked by my wife’s best friend, she had in the past told me I needed a
spanking and jokingly I had offered to drape myself over her knee’s, Eva always
changed the subject and it remained harmless banter until now.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I walked into the
house calling Eva’s name, she came out of the kitchen as I came though the
front door, holding out her hand she took the bath brush from my hand. “Thank
you, you may now go upstairs and get ready in the spare room. I will be there
shortly”. “Never too short” I said in reference to her height or lack thereof.
Whack and a red imprint appeared on the back of my thigh as Eva swung the bath
brush in a swift arc again SMACK and a matching imprint appeared on the other
leg. As I danced out of the way to avoid a further blow Eva informed me “Until
we are done, you are the child and I am the adult, all I want to hear from you
is YES MA’AM or NO MA’AM, is that understood” “I yelped as the small head of
the bath brush made contact with the smooth flesh on the back of my thigh. “Yes
aunti Eva” I cried, “I understand”</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I felt like the
proverbial village idiot, to think that I a 50 year old man was going to be
hauled over the knee of a woman quite a few years younger than me was very
humiliating to say the least. I still could not believe that my darling wife,
for whom I would gladly suffer any spanking she dished out and would never ever
think of disobeying, would allow and give permission for someone else to
discipline me was unthinkable</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I suppose I had myself
to blame for the status quo as I had been spanked by Eva as I lay in hospital
following an Angina attack which scared the shit out of my friends and family.
I was lying in the intensive care unit about to be moved to a cardiac care unit
when Eva and Peter, her long suffering husband had come to visit me. They stood
one on either side of my bed when Eva said “what is that underneath you, turn
over let me see” Without thinking I rolled over onto my side facing away from
her, the next thing I knew was that I was sunny side up, dressed in those awful
hospital gowns, that fasten in back and not wearing any underclothes,
SMACK<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>SMACK SMACK before I knew what had
happened it was over, Eva had hidden a rubber soled slipper in the pocket of
her jacket and as I turned away from her she gently pushed me onto my stomach
and walloped me. Each spank had struck home with pinpoint precision on the
exact same spot, in the space of less than a minute s Eva had delivered three
or four extremely hard spanks to my upturned posterior. I yelled in shock and
surprise as the sting from the spanking permeated my body, I could not believe
she had actually spanked me, the tears that formed in my eyes prevented me from
seeing the look of satisfaction on her face as she laid into me with gusto and
vigour, I lay there furiously trying to reach behind me in order to rub some of
the sting from my backside but my arms were hampered by the drips and other
things which were attached to me.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“If you so much as
touch your butt, I’ll start all over again and what you just felt will seem
like a reward for good behaviour instead of a reward for nearly scaring us to
death with your actions. Now if you want some more I will be only too happy to
oblige, however I think the hospital staff will not allow anymore spanking in
here” I was stunned and not wanting anymore lay still keeping my hands out of
the way ensuring a repeat spanking remained a threat and not a reality. The
rest of the visit passed fairly quickly although I was not uncomfortable, lying
on my back meant that I could <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>still feel
the tingle from the spanking, as soon as they left the ward staff came to my
bed “whose has been a naughty boy, lets see the damage” said the ward sister, I
rolled onto my stomach and as she opened my gown she said “What was all the
fuss about, there is hardly a mark there, I trust we will have no trouble from
you tonight, I’m sure you would not like a repeat performance, I know how to
handle naughty little boys like you” said Sister with a wicked smile</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“No ma’am I will be a
good boy ma’am I won’t be any trouble tonight” I said as I rolled over in an
effort to shield my tortured rear from more punishment.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">With these thoughts
playing over in my mind I climbed the stairs to the spare room and slowly began
to get undressed. I head Eva open a cupboard downstairs and then heard her
begin to climb the stairs to the first floor. Quickly I finished getting
undressed and had just sat down on the bed when the door opened and in walked
Eva, slipper in hand, I paled as I saw that slipper, I knew that it would be very
painful for me to get spanked by that slipper, the last time I saw that slipper
was in hospital when Eva smacked me with it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Please Eva, please
not the slipper, I won’t play on the computer again, please don’t spank me with
that slipper it hurts something terrible, please I’m begging you” “Oh don’t be
such as ninny, you have not kept your end of the bargain so don’t expect me to
give you anything less than you deserve, as for it hurting, it is a spanking so
it’s meant to hurt, now stand up”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">With much fear and
trepidation I complied knowing that further arguments would only prolong the
spanking and would greatly add too the severity thereof.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Eva seated herself on
the bed and instructed me to lie across her lap with my upper body on the bed,
my hands under my belly; she pulled my body tightly against her and wrapped her
right leg over the back of my legs effectively trapping me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Warning me that any
attempt on my part to interfere with or stop her in anyway would be severely
dealt with, Eva raised that horrible implement of pain above her shoulder and
brought it crashing down on my upturned left cheek. I gasped in shock as the
pain quickly built to a crescendo and just as it began to wane CRACK the next
spank fell. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as I jerked like a
puppet, writhing in pain “Please Eva, don’ttttttttttttt, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee”
“I told you it is Yes Ma’am or No Ma’am while you are being punished not
EVA!!!!” CRACK, CRACK “I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyy Ma’am, pleaseeeeeee it hurtssssssss ssssssssssssssssooooooooooo
bbbbbaaaaaddddd” I howled as with each spank I went back to that time where
nothing existed outside of the room, nothing except the CRACK of the slipper
striking flesh mattered. Eva made sure that no area went unpunished; she was definitely
an equal opportunity spanker. As the tone of my screeches went up I experienced
something strange, it was as if I could see myself from the outside looking
down on the scene, I saw the damage to my rear end, I heard each ouch and howl
as the slipper did its deadly work every 15 to 20 seconds. I no longer tried to
escape I lay there and jerked as the slipper rose and fell. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Eventually the
spanking slowed and stopped altogether, how long I lay there, I have no idea
Nothing except the white hot fire in my butt cheeks and upper thighs existed
for me, I sobbed, sobbed and sobbed some more, my nose ran, snot ran down my
face, I was a mess, reduced within the space of five minutes to a snivelling
howling little boy. Slowly I calmed down and dimly as if from afar I heard Eva
telling me I could get up, as I did so fresh fire radiated in all directions as
unthinking I cradled the white hot remains of what had once been my butt.
Howling afresh as the pain again rose in intensity I danced the little boy, butt
on fire, dance. “Malcolm, Aunty Eva wants you to go and stand in that corner,
do you understand me my baby,” “ Yes ma’am, I’m sorry I was a naughty boy,
Aunty Eva please don’t spank me anymore, please I will be very good from now
on”</span></div>Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-23553651082253350092012-03-25T00:24:00.000+00:002012-03-25T00:24:06.528+00:00Over Her Knee, again!Hi folks, I thought that I may share my last trip to spank land, courtesy of my Aunty Shan.<br />
I had for a few weeks been getting more and more stressed out. The situation with my mama's deteriorating health and lack of mobility coupled with the increased work load and responsibility had become almost too much to bare.<br />
On the Thursday the week before I emailed my Aunty Shan and explained the situation I also related a scene in a story I read in which the principal character gets spanked by his favourite teacher who is also his surrogate mother. Anyway the character basically asks her for a spanking in the hoper it will prevent him going off the rails and ending up hurting himself. I like a child knew a spanking would help me although I knew it would be painful.<br />
Aunty Shan emailed me in reply telling me to present myself on Wednesday morning at 11am.<br />
She made me a cup of tea and we went into the lounge. As I entered the lounge I saw the hairbrush lying on top of the electric fire place and shuddered as I knew Aunty had placed it there before I arrived, Aunty looked at me and smiled as she sat down patting the seat next to her. She told me to sit down adding I may not feel much like sitting later.<br />
We talked and like the friends we are, we caught up on all the news and gossip since we last parted.<br />
Once our tea was finished Aunty asked me to take the cups into the kitchen and put them in the sink. I returned to the lounge to find Aunty picking up a few implements, her favourite red slipper, a leather paddle and of course her ebony hair brush. Armed with these fearsome tools she sat down in her spanking position in the middle of the sofa. Looking at me she sternly commanded me to stand next to her right knee and began to ask me why I had allowed myself to get into the state I was in.<br />
It is strange but faced with a spanking every little boy I know begins to tell the truth and confess all his secrets.<br />
They are not always deep dark secrets that send you straight to hell but little things, the "I wish I hadn't done that..." and small actions, things we say, all which fester within us and if not dealt with begin to take on greater meaning and significance.<br />
I told Aunty about the way I felt having to take a shed load of medication on order to stay healthy, how it had become a chore and a burden. A surprising thing happened because as I spoke, revealing these inner thoughts my eyes began to tear up, my voice began to waver and I found myself beginning to cry. Softly, the only sign the heaving of my shoulders and the slight catch in my voice.<br />
I was told to remove my trousers and lay across Aunty's lap. This was it, about to be spanked and all because I asked for it.<br />
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The first spank is always a shock, surprisingly it stung, a few seconds later my right cheek rebounded as Aunty's firm palm struck smack in the middle of my butt, not overly hard but boy how it stung. For the next few minutes the room reverberated with the sound of a firm palm striking my bottom. Unlike the previous times I found myself in this position Aunty was silent, not scolding me allowing her palm to talk to me, to search out those hidden thoughts and feelings. Aunty stopped spanking and began to gently rub my bottom soothing me all the time, telling me I was a good boy for having the courage to actually ask for a spanking and that she was very proud of me.<br />
A few minutes of this gentle stroking and I felt my boxers being turned down and Aunty exclaimed as to how my bottom looked all pink but that the colour she wished to see was red.<br />
As she spoke these words the spanking began again, Aunty stepping up the intensity as well as the scolding, She spoke of how my friends and family would be devastated if I were to get sick and how selfish of me that would be. How hurt people that loved me would feel that by allowing myself to get sick I had deprived them of sharing my life with them. These word coupled with the spanking which by now had graduated to Aunty's favourite red slipper, quickly brought back the tears and almost against my will I began to sob and cry, still silent as words were not required. Suddenly the spanking sound changed and the pain suddenly intensified and I knew the hair brush had come out to chat. It spoke to my bottom and the tears flowed faster and the cries grew louder until great racking sobs issued forth from my lips.<br />
Again the sting changed and I knew Aunty had reverted to a hand spanking, however I knew this to be the finale as both the tempo as well as the intensity changed. Not only was Aunty spanking harder but faster, harder and faster.<br />
At last blows stopped stinging my sore red bottom and Aunty started stroking my bottom, gently soothing me as she calmed me down, all the while telling me I was her good little boy and the punishment was over.<br />
I lay supine over her lap for a further 5 minutes slowly coming out from spank land, no longer sobbing but gently crying as I calmed down. Aunty allowed me to lie there, my tears wetting her sofa and then she told me to rise, allowing me to rub my bottom and drew me into her arms, telling me she loved me.<br />
It was the most traumatic spanking I had endured in a long time. Yes it hurt and would for hours afterwards but I felt a release and a calmness over me like never before. the whole experience cathartic and cleansing<br />
Aunty had sensed my need perfectly, the need for a maternal hand spanking which has made me a stronger person, able to face what ever life chooses to throw at me, until the next time when once again I will face the fire of a spanking from my Aunty Shan Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-60396980172197062282012-03-19T00:26:00.000+00:002012-03-19T00:26:12.139+00:00Keeping mum!Been keeping a bit mum this last few weeks, life as you know very often is not kind and although I have not been getting into trouble, I have actually been busy.<br />
Busy losing weight, in the six months since starting on the new medication I have to date lost a total of 2.5 stone. fro those not familiar with this unit of measurement, I'll explain; 1 stone equals 14 lbs, this means I have lost a total of 35lbs and at 2.2lbs per kg it is a little under 16kg.<br />
Everyone from mom to Aunty Nita, not forgetting mama thinks I have done very well and so my bottom has had a chance to recover. The danger in all this adulation is the brat inside me is chomping at the bit, "let me out, my place is over my ladies knee", well, in desperation I emailed my other Aunt, and as everyone knows Aunty Shan does not recognise a statute of limitations for naughtiness. I have told her I at my wits end, I feel as though life has no meaning and definitely has no direction. In short I have asked her for a spanking as I know I need direction, especially now, with me feeling as low as I feel. So watch this space; on Wednesday at 11am GMT I see Aunty Shan, by 11.15 I will be bawling my eyes out, promising to be good, swearing never to misbehave ever again.if only she stops spanking me! Of course like any mom she wont stop until she decides I have had enough. Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-80987380163754636262012-01-23T12:16:00.000+00:002012-01-23T12:16:42.247+00:00Sitting down at lastIt has taken since Wednesday morning but at last I can sit down without any discomfort so allow me to tell you of my last visit to Aunty Shan.<br />
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I had not been over Aunty Shan's knee for some time and it showed, Mama complained almost daily, my behaviour has definitely got worse. It was I think, a subconscious thing, desperately lost and without proper guidance I misbehaved to such an extent that Mama finally did something about it and emailed Aunty Shan informing her of my antics.<br />
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An email arrived the following day, on opening it I discovered my disciplinarian and friend was not amused, it seemed that Mama had left no stone unturned and after first telling Aunty Shan how much she appreciated the change in my behaviour since I first went over Shan's knee went straight for the proverbial jugular so to speak and asked Shan to blister my bottom.<br />
Not only that, she also told Shan about my slip up one day when I miss packed my medication supplies for work. which meant I had no needle for my injection the following morning.<br />
Back in July last year Aunty Shan had cause to fairly blister me for failing to take my tablets and after a lengthy session under the ebony hair brush she followed up with 24 strokes of her cane. this left me sobbing over the back of the sofa for a good while. It was at this time Aunty Shan promised me an even more severe punishment should this ever happen again. If memory serves me correctly Aunty Shan said and I quote " should this situation ever occur I will strap you to the horse and cane your bare bottom and I will then lock you over my knee and take my hair brush to your sore bottom until it is black and blue. Do you understand me little boy?"<br />
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As a result of this spanking and promise of even worse I have been very careful to ensure I have taken my medication every day.<br />
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As I read Aunty Shan's email my heart sank as I realised I now faced the prospect of a caning followed by a extended session with that horrible ebony hair brush all without the benefit of an OTK warm up, not a thrilling prospect at all.<br />
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Mama casually remarked on my downcast look as I approached her to apologise for my behaviour and said "little boy not so big now is he. Knows he is going to cry some tears next week." Seeing my eyes tear up mama told me to save them as I would need all the tears I have.<br />
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Nervously I rang the door bell on Aunty Shan's front door and as the door opened Aunty Shan invited me in with a sound slap to my already twitching bottom and a big hug. I followed her into the kitchen where we stood drinking a cup of tea. I handed her the letter mama gave me to give her and as she read it I excused myself and went to the little boy's room to relieve the sudden pressure on my bladder.<br />
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I returned to find the kitchen empty and Aunty Shan called me into the sitting room where I found her seated on the sofa, it was then I breathed a sigh of relief as I now knew I was going to get a warm up spanking first.<br />
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As I went over her lap Aunty Shan started grilling me regarding my antics, interspersing her questions with surprisingly hard spanks all the while following her usual pattern of left right up down.<br />
Soon the heat and the sting began to tell on me and I began to gasp and grunt in pain. I knew then that Aunty although she never said it was extremely cross because there was an intensity in both the scolding questions, all purely rhetorical and the hard spanks now continuously raining down. Suddenly she stopped and told me to remove my trousers, shoes and socks as naughty boys needed to get a bare bottom spanking. I followed her instructions and removed the offending garments and re positioned myself across the maternal lap.<br />
Smiling at me she asked if I was comfortable, surprisingly I was comfortable and told her so. "lets change that shall we." she said as she began to spank again. I gasped in shock and pain at the sting and knew she had started spanking me using a slipper. Tears quickly came to my eyes and I knew this was going to be a severe spanking. By the time Aunty came to use her hairbrush I had already crossed over and entered "spank land".<br />
I now know the session with the brush was not long, only about 24 strokes but it was enough to keep me in spank land for about 10 minutes. After a short while Aunty told me to get up and directed me to bend over the horse and grip the bar on the other side. Crying harder at the prospect I pleaded for clemency, only to be told to bend over or face double the planned strokes..<br />
Defeated I did as I was told and then Aunty Shan told me that this caning was to remind me to take extra care to ensure I was always prepared in advance and that I would only be getting six strokes.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7HISUUEg58/Tx1PkZKy43I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jFLmPyd_km0/s1600/womenspankingmen_tgp_1579_05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7HISUUEg58/Tx1PkZKy43I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jFLmPyd_km0/s320/womenspankingmen_tgp_1579_05.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>Aunty spaced them over about 30 second intervals. By the second stroke I was already sobbing. Finally it was over and after I had composed myself Aunty Shan stood there her arms opened wide as she comforted me Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667169110089788168.post-90332884368886573362012-01-17T17:53:00.000+00:002012-01-17T17:53:42.925+00:00I'm Doomed!!!There it is folks, the hour has arrived. Mama has sent me to visit my Aunty Shan, she told me that she is tired of my nonsense and antics. Her words to me were "I want you to book a visit to see your Aunty Shan and tell her I sent you for a good spanking. Naughty boys deserve a good hard bare bottomed spanking and you my boy are one very naughty boy".<br />
Mama then made me tell Aunty Shan all, not content with just me telling her, mama has written a letter that I have to take with me tomorrow.<br />
Fortunately I have made sure I have taken my medication diligently and I know mama has checked up on that so at least I wont get caned and hair brushed with out warm up across aunty's knee.<br />
Mama has told me to write this so that mommy will read it and decide if she will also punish me when she comes to visit.Mario's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05854891180339712263noreply@blogger.com3