When I was growing up, my best friendâs mom used to spank him. My parents didnât and I often used to think what I was like.
Shortly after I turned 18 there was this weekend when he and his dad were away I went down to his and his mom answered the door she said âOh sweetie, Jake isnât home he has gone away with his dadâ.
âI knowâ I replied, âCan I come in I want to ask you something?â
Confused by this she led my inside.
I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me and she asked âWhatâs wrong? Are you ok? Has something happened at home?â
I remember shaking my head and taking a deep breath looking down at the floor. âCan you give me a spanking?â I asked raising my gaze to her. âPlease?â
Doing a double take she asked âWhat? Are you sure? You know that Iâm not going to give you a few light smacks. It will be a proper spanking like I used to give Jake, I havenât had to spank him for a few years nowâ.
I didnât say anything, I just nodded.
âVery well. I want you to go upstairs and wait for me in Jakeâs room. Iâll be up there shortly.
I went up to Jakeâs room and sat on the bed, after a few minutes I could hear Jakeâs mom making her way up the stairs, my heart started racing in anticipation of what was about to happen.
The door opened and she stepped into the room a wooden hairbrush was in hand. âStand upâ she commanded.
I got off the bed and as she sat down her nylon covered legs were exposed. In a few moments I would be lying over her lap, my heart at this point was almost beating out of my chest.
âTake down your pants and underwearâ
She grabbed my wrist bring me closer to her, she twisted me slightly âYou donât say no to me and Iâm not going to repeat myself â each word was accompanied by a hard smack across the back of my legs. She turned me around to face her. She unbuttoned my jeans pulled down the zip, putting her hands into the elastic of my underwear and yanked them down to my knees, I had an erection, I was mortified.
Youâre getting extra for that. Get over my knee!â
Putting myself across her lap my erect penis pressing against her leg, the desire to grind against them was almost insatiable.
She gave my bare bottom a quick rub. âIs this the first time anyone has spanked you?â
âYes, Mrs Adamsâ I normally refereed to her by her first name, Tina, but that didnât seem appropriate in the current situation.
âYou donât need to be so formal. Iâve known you for years why donât you call me Momâ.
There was a hard smack across my backside it was an explosion of pain. âThatâs yes Mom, young manâ.
âYes Mom I repeatedâ.
The spanking started, hard smack after hard smack alternating cheeks or some in the same place she just hit.
âNaughty boy, still getting spanked over your momâs knee at your age, you should be ashamed of yourselfâ.
âYes Mom, Iâll be good I swearâ. I said breathlessly I was starting to struggle at this point.
The pace picked up for a minute the spanking was relentless. I tried to covertly my sore bottom with my hand.
âOh no, I donât think soâ. She took tight hold of my wrist keeping my hand in place over my bottom. She turned her attention to the smarting top my legs.
âOw Mom, ow, pleaseâ.
The spanking stopped and I thought it was over, but no. She adjusted me and leg locked me in place.
As she picked up hairbrush she spoke, âIâm going to give you ten paddles with the hairbrush, youâre going to count out each one and thank me after. A swat landed, it stung so bad I gasped.
âTwo, thank you Momâ she was waiting for the sting to set in before she struck again.
âThree, thank you Momâ I said through tear I was crying at this point
âFâŠFour, thank you Momâ
I hesitated I couldnât get the words out.
âWhat do you say? Do you want me to start again?â
âFive, thank you Mommyâ.
She gave my sore, red hot ass a quick rub, she had such a nice touch. âMommy? Thatâs adorable. I think you should call me that from now onâ.
âSix thank you Mommyâ.
âSev⊠seven, thank you Mommyâ. There only a few more left, I was bawling my eyes out I wanted this end so badly.
âEight, thank you Mommyâ
I felt her hand rub my butt again. âShhh, itâs almost over sweetie donât cryâ
âNine, thank you Mommyâ
There was longer pause before the last strike.
This one she used full force. âTen, thank you Mommy â I could barely finish the word, I broke down crying like a baby.
âShhh. Shhh. Donât cry. Itâs all over now, donât cryâ She said softly, rubbing my beaten bottom. âAre going to behave now and be a good boyâ
âYes Mommyâ I said through sniffles.
âRight, come on up you getâ. She helped me on to my feet, she stood up and put her arms around me, with her heels on she the same height as me. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. âYou can lie on bed while you calm down, Iâll be back in a few minutes Iâll put some cream on to help with the sting and please donât ask me to do this ever again.
I nodded my head. âI promise. I never want to go through that again,
She smiled and gave me another hug. âIâll be a few minutesâ she said as she left the room.
I took a quick of my butt was in the wardrobe mirror and I was shock at how red it was. I lay down on my front rubbing the sting away.
I know promised that I would never ask again, but sometimes awoke in me. Every few months I would find my self at Jakeâs when he and he dad werenât there and it turns out Mommy was more than happen to turn me over her knee.