When I was a Kid... Chapter 2
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just looked up at mom, tears welling up in my eyes as the realization set
in. I would no longer be telling mom
about my week, no longer confessing to her the things I’d done wrong, no longer
listening to her bringing up things that needed correction that I didn’t
realize! I’d no longer be going over her
knee for my weekly spanking, no! This
was all going to be handled differently from now on. Maggie was going to be the one assuming mom’s
role, and I wasn’t sure just how to take this yet. I was confused to say the least!
B explained that my weekly discipline would take place down in their
basement. Now, I’d been down there many
times. Their basement consisted of a
furnace room, a laundry room, and a large recreation room that had a neat pool
table, a bar area with stools, and at one end of the rec room was a couch,
upholstered chair, coffee table, a bench, and an old stereo. It was explained to me that here-after, the
rec room would be renamed “Alan’s spanking room” for my Thursday evening
visits! I began to openly cry as mom told me to “Get up; we’re all
heading down to your spanking room, Alan”.
Here I was, heading down to a fate that I was sure was the worst thing
an 11 year old boy could possibly face.
seemed to be handling this well. After
all, apparently my mom had broached this subject with her mother over a week
ago, and she’d been aware of it for a few days now. Maggie was at first a bit unsure of this, but
after thinking about it for a while, realized this could really be helpful to
her. She was approaching the age where
she would be able to baby sit, looking after other peoples’ children, and she
really didn’t know that much about discipline, especially discipline with boys.
I’m sure she had heard some of my spankings on summer evenings at the appointed
time through open windows, but she was from a family that didn’t spank for
punishment. She’d never felt the
smarting sting of a well landed hand on a bare butt cheek, never felt the shame
of standing naked facing the wall with a well reddened and hot bottom facing
outwards to the room. Maggie seemed to
lead a life that needed little correction, little to cause her mom to even
think about a spanking. Yet now she
seemed a bit thrilled at the idea of the power she would have; taking me over
her lap, raising her hand, and delivering some blows to my bared behind. She felt a bit honored to be chosen to be the
one to continue to administer my discipline, feeling she was going to have a
true “upper hand” in bringing a boy up in the correct manner! She felt as
though she had a destined purpose, a real manner of shaping me from a boy into
a man in a manner that suited her needs and tastes as well as how she perceived
a decent male should act. But she was
still a bit apprehensive.
went downstairs, my heart began to race!
I was both excited and embarrassed with the thought not only of going
over Maggie’s lap, but of also having witnesses to my punishment. I remembered oh so well, how I disliked it
when Mrs. Flick witnessed my spanking a few years back, and now I was going to
have an audience…an audience who would provide advice and feedback to
Maggie. I felt like a condemned man
heading to the gallows, and my pace slowed as I descended each step until I
finally reached the tiles of the basement floor.
explained that I was to go into the laundry room to remove all of my clothes,
then head into my spanking room where I’d then set up the room. Very slowly, I went into the laundry room by
myself, Mrs. B, Maggie, and mom headed into my spanking room. I took my good old time removing my clothes,
and when it got down to my underwear, I gulped, my mouth going dry as I slid
them off of my body. Padding on bare
feet, I entered my spanking room.
It’s been a few years since I’ve seen you naked” said Mrs. B. “You are growing up a bit aren’t you?” I just looked down at the floor; my penis was
starting to rise, but the fear in my entire being caused it to stop before
rising all the way. All three females
were sitting on the couch as I entered.
It appears the three of them already had it in mind just how these
spankings were to proceed, which in a sense, wasn’t that much different than
before, when mom was doing the discipline.
I was instructed to bring over one of the bar stools, set it in front of
the couch, and then have a seat on floor.
My heart was racing as I completed these simple tasks, and I jumped a
bit as my bare bottom slapped down on the cool floor tiles.
got up, patted my head, and sat on the stool; mom stood behind her. Mom then explained that for these first few
times, Maggie would be supervised, and today, mom was going to stand behind
her, guiding her, and making sure the spankings were going to get off on the
right footing. Mom explained in a loving
voice, that this evening was going to be a bit of a test, a trial period where
she hoped everything would work out. She
also explained that these spanking sessions, and any and all things that may
come of them were to be a secret between our two families, which was affirmed
by Mrs. B, and with a nod, Maggie agreed.
So mom told me to begin, and to talk to Maggie just as if we were back
home, and I was sitting in front of mom.
looked up into mom’s eyes and saw a look somewhere between a longing and a
hope; a hope that this would work, that Maggie would be able to continue my
discipline, if not further it! Then I
looked into Maggie’s wide eyes, and saw uncertainty, elation, power, and
authority. Mom then encouraged me to
begin talking about my week. I looked up
at mom as I began, but she quickly stopped me and told me to address Maggie,
that it was Maggie who would be the one hearing my transgressions, not mom. She explained that at some point in the
future, it would just be Maggie and me in my spanking room, that the adults
wouldn’t be present. So I looked into
Maggie’s face and began almost in a whisper of a voice.
didn’t really have that much to say that week; I’d been a pretty good boy. Mom filled Maggie in on some items, such as
not making my bed in a timely manner, tilting my chair back and balancing on
the back two legs while eating dinner EVERY NIGHT during the past week (that
was something that really irritated mom), and as I recall, not taking to heart
the directions mom gave me last week.
The list was really trivial compared to some of the things that I’d done
in the past, and I think Maggie and Mrs. B realized it. Mom usually had a few things to say to me in
terms of doing better in the upcoming week, which she coached Maggie to say,
and then it was time…time to go over Maggie’s knees!
gulped, and turned beet red as my penis sprang to its fullest length with
perhaps the hardest erection I’d had in my young life. As I stood up, mom pointed to my erection and
again, stated the erection was the primary reason for her to turn this aspect
of my discipline over to someone else. I
just stood there as Mrs. B took over the conversation, going into some detail
about the male anatomy, with me being the focal point of this
mini-lecture. The entire time, I was
throbbing and seemed to feel my whole body pulsing with each racing
heartbeat. I seemed to block out what
everyone was saying, and just began to feel sorry for myself. I was in that zone when I realized they’d all
stopped talking, that Maggie’s questions about male anatomy were over for now,
and in the dead silence of the moment I shuddered and sighed as mom guided me
to Maggie’s side.
erection was indeed something to be reckoned with. It stood out proudly from my body, and mom
hesitated a bit, asking Maggie if she thought she might like to guide me over
her lap, or let me do it, or let mom place me.
Apparently the decision was all up to Maggie, and she was blushing at
this point. I could see her panting,
shallow breath as her cheeks seemed to be almost as red as mine! Maggie told mom that for this first time,
perhaps it would be best if mom helped her out, she’d never spanked anyone
before, and she was trying to do her best!
was my size; I was used to being draped over mom’s adult sized lap! This was extremely different. Maggie was as
small as I was, and was sitting on a padded barstool. I bent over Maggie’s lap,
my penis on the material of the skirt covering her right leg, and my scrotum
scrunched up almost hanging out the other side of her leg. My legs barely
touched the floor, and my head dangled down, my fingertips touching the
floor! When over mom’s lap, nothing
touched the floor. Mom adjusted me so
that my butt was well up, my toes on the floor, and my hands firmly planted on
the floor in front of me. With my torso
up, my penis wasn’t squashed on Maggie’s leg, but was slightly elevated off her
lap, throbbing in anticipation of my spanking.
Maggie commented on how she could feel my penis throbbing, that it felt
hot, even through her skirt, and that she was unsure if she should use both
hands, or just her right one. Mom
suggested she start out with just using her right hand. Then I could feel the shift in her body as
Maggie raised her hand. The first smack
was very light, followed by two other light smacks in quick succession. These weren’t hard at all, but mom stopped
her, explaining that to be effective, a spanking needs to be a bit harder. “Alan has been spanked very hard when it’s
warranted, and when he really hasn’t done too much wrong, he gets a light
spanking, but for it to be a “spanking” it really needs to have some sting,
some power.” So Maggie intensified the
smacks a bit, but it was still much lighter than mom’s spankings when I was
good! Perhaps this was going to work out
alright for me after all! I thought I’d
add a bit of squirming on Maggie’s lap, just for show, but mom knew me better,
telling Maggie to put a little more arm into it, that I needed to really feel
stopped the spanking for a moment, and I could tell she was mouthing something
to her mother, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. B nod. I felt her raise up again, and knew another
spank was coming, but this one was powerful!
I yipped at bit and did a real squirm on her lap as each spank now was
coming with much greater force…at least as much as mom delivered when I was
getting a moderate spanking! Maggie’s left hand gently pushed down on my back
as she got into the swing of things. The feel on her lap was so different, and
with my butt sticking up that high, I was feeling the stings more than I’d
thought. Tears welled up in my eyes, and
I could feel myself beginning to break into a sweat as Maggie increased the pace. My erection went down as the pain in my
backside took my attention. I quickly
forgot I was over a foreign lap as the old familiar stinging sensation
intensified. Then, very quickly, mom
called a halt to the spanking. At this
point, I started to get erect once again!
instructed Maggie to tell me to stand, and as I did so, I was rubbing my sore
bottom, to which Maggie took over the commands, telling me “Stop rubbing your
bottom Alan, do you want to go over my knee again?” I noticed both mom and Mrs. B smiled when she
said this. My now erect penis bobbing
from one side to the other, I shifted from one foot to the other, doing what
mom called “the dance” as I sobbed a bit.
Mom pointed at my erection and said, “that’s why I have to give this up,
that’s why I think Maggie is a good person to take over Alan’s spankings; I
don’t think it’s very healthy for a son to get erect, some sort of excitement,
when his mother spanks him, but he needs to have that spanking!” Mrs. B told Maggie “You did a great job dear,
just look how red his ass is!” This is
the first time I’d heard my bottom referred to as “ass” but it wasn’t going to
be the last. Then Maggie stood up,
hugged me, tussled my hair, and asked me if I knew why I was spanked, to which
I simply nodded through my sobs. She
then told me to get over and face the wall.
I was facing the wall, my red butt cheeks on display for them to see, they left
the basement and went upstairs. I could
hear them discussing this spanking, and then the voices lowered, followed by
some laughing! In a few minutes, I heard
them return to the basement, Maggie carrying a tray with some cookies and two
glasses of milk. She allowed me to leave
the wall, and instructed me to have a seat on the floor in front of the couch
and upholstered chair. She gave me a
cookie and a glass of milk, while she took the other glass. My tears had dried by this time, my sobbing
was over, but the smarting of my bottom was still with me. The cool tiles of the basement floor were
quite a bit soothing.
spoke first saying the spanking went well, and that she thought this would be a
good arrangement, that after discussing it with Maggie and Mrs. B, I’d be sent
over every Thursday evening for my spanking, but for the next week or two, she’d
be accompanying me, but staying in the background, only offering help as
needed. From now on, Maggie was going to
be in control of these Thursday evenings.
It was also discussed that these sessions would never be talked about in
school or with anybody else without approval from mom and Mrs. B, that at least
for now, it was just to be between our two families. I kind of wolfed down a couple of cookies
then finished the milk in a couple of gulps.
Mrs. B continued, explaining that while Maggie enjoyed this time, she
was not to even breathe a word of this to anyone, nor was she to correct my
behavior at school or anywhere else at least for now, that it was all going to
be done on Thursdays unless my mom decided I needed a punishment spanking
immediately. I was totally embarrassed
by this conversation; it seemed as if they were all treating me as a little
boy, or as if I was just an object in the room.
All decisions were made for me, all about me. I just sighed as mom told me to go back into
the laundry room and get dressed.
our walk back home, mom asked me; “It wasn’t that bad now was it? I mean, I think I spank harder than Maggie,
don’t you think? And you’ll be talking
with someone your own age about what things you do during the week, somehow I don’t
think I will want to know some of the things you’ll be talking about when you
really start going through puberty. Lord
knows, you and that erection of yours!
While it’s a normal thing for boys to experience, I just don’t want you
to get the wrong idea. Besides, Maggie
is such a mature young lady, I’m certain she’ll be a good influence on
you. You know, she will be having
complete “parental control” on these Thursday evenings don’t you?” It seemed as if mom was really enthused about
this arrangement, but I was upset because I’d never been consulted, and I let
mom know. It just wasn’t the same, and I
wasn’t sure if it was right having a kid my own age administer my
punishment. To which mom simply said
“You better get used to it…this is going to happen from now on!” I sighed a deeply with a hint of tears as we
entered our house. I sulked and went to
my room, going to bed early;I really wasn’t looking forward to seeing Maggie in
school tomorrow. I thought our
relationship had now changed forever!
Friday, I dreaded going to school. Mrs.
B drove us every day, and this was not an exception. I showed up like I always do, popping my head
in their back door, but dreading the reactions and looks that I was sure were
awaiting me. I was greatly ashamed of
last night, but I had to go to school.
My fears didn’t seem to be founded.
Mrs. B treated me just like any other day, inviting me in for a slice of
toast with jelly and a small glass of juice.
No mention of last night, no “looks” or anything. Maggie bounded into the kitchen greeted me
with a hearty “Hiya there Alan! Doin’
okay this morning? Did you get all your
homework done?” It all seemed as if last
night didn’t happen, at least they made me feel less ill at ease, but I could
also tell that there was a new sense of authority in Maggie, a confidence that
though wasn’t lacking before, was certainly prominent now! We drove to the school as always, with the
normal standard chatter. Maybe this
wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
was our last year of elementary school, the sixth grade year. It was a special time, a time when we weren’t
little kids any more, but we certainly weren’t adults, heck, we weren’t even
teenagers. But we knew life would be
changing, our bodies were already beginning to do that, and the next year, we’d
be entering junior high school. We had a
few weeks of school left before the summer began, and this spring, the Baron
family was having an in-ground pool dug into their backyard. I was really looking forward to the end of
school, and the opening of their pool.
But with this new relationship with Maggie, well, I’m not so sure how
things were going to turn out. In one
sense, I resented Maggie, but in another, I felt a new found respect for
her. While I would miss the relationship
I had had with my mom, in a weird way, I kind of looked forward to going over
Maggie’s lap next week. Both fear and
anticipation were clouding my brain. I
was confused to say the least, and I wondered what next Thursday would be like
in my spanking room!