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I love Saturday! I wake to a fresh cup of Joe on my nightstand and James bringing my brush for his morning smack bottom.
The beginning .... -- HHJJ314
I can't find the words to express my disappointment, but my hairbrush will.
Erotica 2
Shaved smooth as an eight year old,Tim admits he needs his naughty boy bottom spanked.
There's just something about sitting in Church with a stinging bottom.
"Too big to be put across my knee?? What a nonsense!"
âFirst dateâ
Time for your weekly performance review Master Gerald.
As requested..
I could spend all day over Gwen's lap with those on my back, her hand slapping my bottom.
Eric Learns Some Rules
When Eric met Gina he had a crush right away. This wasnât surprising, since he found Gina really attractive, even though she was older. What surprised Eric (though it shouldnât have) was that Gina was interested in him.
âIâm flattered,â Gina told him, while Eric thought he should be the one saying that. âNow that Iâm in my thirties, I thought someone your age would never be interested.â In fact, Gina was being a little bit coy, since she would actually be forty before not much longer.  Eric had some inkling of this and had added a couple of years, claiming to be 22 instead of his real-life 19. In any case, both were thrilled with their budding relationship.
Not that it was budding for long - several long evenings and mornings together, bracketing heady trips to bed, rapidly reduced the secrets between them. Gina soon heard how Eric had lost his mother at a young age. âSometimes,â Gina said, âWhen we miss a normal part of our life, we want to reenact it when weâre older - at least, thatâs what Iâve heard.â
âI think thatâs true,â Eric replied. âI know I feel that way sometimes.â
âIf you decide you want me to be your âMomâ sometimes, just let me know - Iâm sure we can figure it out,â Gina assured him.
So they did. Soon they were acting as completely devoted to each other as a real mother and son, with Gina becoming protective and Eric feeling the need to be obedient - at least, most of the time. Gina set some boundaries, which Eric had been lacking, especially since moving out of the house, simple things like calling when heâd be late, getting to bed when he had class the next day, using a respectful tone, and cleaning up his language. In her role as a manager at her company, Gina knew what kinds of behaviors Eric would need to succeed someday.
Some days, though, Eric just didnât feel like going along with it. Gina could tell from the way he argued over every little thing - but she had a very simple solution, the wooden spoon. She told Eric that, sometimes, when he didnât do as Gina said, âMomâ might have to smack his naughty backside. Eric, happy with having Gina play Mom, complained but didnât really argue. When Mom threatened, Eric straightened up. Oh, he got a good scolding now and then - but thatâs what it was. Not an argument but a one-way lecture from his older, wiser Mom.
Of course, no one can walk that line forever. Soon enough, Gina gave him âthe lookâ, then the warning, then the threat. None of them seemed to register. It was time to get out the wooden spoon. Taken by the wrist, Eric found himself across his girlfriendâs lap, protests and whining ignored. He should have known from how tightly Gina held him down just how little he was going to enjoy this! His jeans came down and his underwear was next, despite his cries of âPlease, not that!â and a heartfelt âDonât!â.Â
But âMomâ did.
The first smack of the spoon was an awakening - it HURT! Not like Eric thought it might hurt - it REALLY hurt! And within seconds it had hurt a dozen more times - and hurt even more! Whining and protests turned into tearful begging and heartfelt promises in essentially no time!
When Gina stopped less than a minute later and set him on his feet, Ericâs bottom felt more naked than it ever had before! It was hot and stinging even as he rubbed furiously and in spots it was sore down deep. He was crying, tears leaking down his face from shock, embarrassment, and, to a lesser extent, just the pain!
âNow, young man,â Gina scolded, âDo we have an understanding of what will happen when you chose not to heed my warnings?â
âYes, Mom - Iâm sorry,â Eric sniffed and hiccupped.
âMaybe my âguidelinesâ need to be ârulesâ and my âsuggestionsâ need to be âdecisionsâ from now on,â Gina suggested. âHow does that sound?â
âOkay, Mom. That sounds⊠good, Mom,â Eric confirmed.
âAnd you know where the wooden spoon is kept⊠and now you know Iâll use it if I have to - donât you?â
âYes, Mom. Iâm sorry, Mom.â
âOf course you are, sweetie. Now come here,â Gina told him, wrapping him up in a big hug.
***
That day was big progress for Eric and Gina. Now Eric knew exactly what would happen if he went too far - and he didnât want it to!
That doesnât mean that he never did⊠like that day at the park when she started talking with some guys and really took his time coming back. He tried to play it off with a laugh but that quickly turned to begging as Gina turned into âMomâ and told him what was what!
Eric had to straighten out pretty fast to keep from having his butt bared on the spot - would Gina do that? He didnât want to find out that the answer was yesâŠ
It was bad enough when they got home!
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basically stolen from a story on @spankingwishes2
All that's left big boy is your birthday spanking....get the paddle.
Oh stop with the act honey! After 30 years together you know darn good and well what I'm going to do to your bare ass bottom, once you're over my knee.
It's the mid 1700's and a young woman is being publicly spanked for being a thief and a liar after stolen goods which she denied taking were found under her bed.
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I need your helping hand on my very naughty bottom.
Always wondered if the lady in the front pew at Church was a spanker. The answer is YES!
When Aunt Eva gives you the eye, you've got two seconds to straighten up or its already too late.
You best pick up the pace girl, Ma's starting to count!
Excellent idea! You cut a stout switch, I'll get the strop. We'll have the truth in no time.