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A wonderful, white-hot letter from one of the MANY
big bad boys forced to move back home these tough economic days &,
we're sure, ALSO forced to abide
by their wickedly wise mothers' old-fashioned, "while you're under my roof"
philosophy of NEVER too old life!!
Home Again &
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It's a busy day at the unemployment office & I've got an hour to
kill, so I decided to whip open my laptop & take advantage of the
desire to tell you what none of the strangers milling around would
probably believe, even if I hopped up on my uncomfortable, hard
plastic chair, dropped my drawers, & showed them the marks Mom's
hairbrush spanked into my bare tail than 24 hours ago!
I'm sure that would liven up this
depressing place & give everyone something to talk about! Spanked?
By your mother? Over her knee? On the bare butt? Until you cried
like a baby? But you're a hip, good-looking, athletic, six-footer!
You're smart, well-spoken & personable. And, for goodness sakes,
you're a 25-year-old man! Not a 12-year-old boy!!
Yes, I am all that. And I dress
well & drive a nice car, too. But appearances are deceiving, &
my truth is that I'm up to my eyeballs in debt since I was "laid
off" from my high-tech job last year when the company sent it
oversees to someone who'll do it for half the price.
That's called "outsourcing" by
the idiots that let it happen & it hit this area of America hard.
And me harder than most since I suck with money. Saving was always
hard for me & my credit card debt made it impossible when they
literally pulled the rug out from under me. I had a nice apartment,
money to spend, & a couple of girls to spend it on. Then... Wham!
The good job I had to pay for it all was gone.
I knew right away that I was
screwed. Unemployment is a joke. It didn't come close to covering my
bills & expenses. I held out for a month & hoped for a miracle
to fall into my lap. But none did &, as shameful, geeky & freaky
as it instantly branded me, I had no choice but to accept my
mother's invitation to move back home until I could get back on my
feet.
Mom & I get along fine & I
love her for always having my back. But she's still my Mom &
having to move back into my old bedroom was a bitter pill to
swallow. Want to know the best way to get pitied by family, friends
& strangers alike? A never fail way to nip a budding friendship or romance in the bud?
Admit you're 25 & living at home with your Mom! Like I said,
instant geek, freak & failure!
Yeah, it really burned my butt to
have sunk so low & I didn't think it could hurt any worse. But it
did last night when I dissed Mom & got the biggest surprise of my
life. Turns out she was as angry & frustrated as me from biting
her tongue while watching me mope around, waste my unemployment at
the bar down the road, & vent my anger & frustration on her
whenever she tried to talk to me.
Mom didn't mention anything about
living by "her rules" while I was under her roof when she invited me
to move back home. And she sure didn't say she'd take down my pants,
turn me over her knee, & spank me silly if I didn't like she
regularly
did when I was growing up. No Ma'am! I would have remembered that
for sure!
See, I was 11 when Mom's punishments turned into pleasures for
me. I suddenly became aware of other sensations beneath the shame
& fear one day when Mom was clearing the way before turning me
over her knee. I really didn't know what was going on or why I
felt even stranger feelings as I squirmed & squalled my way
through the thorough ass slapping I got.
But I sure did think about it
after in the privacy of my room &, lo & behold, my little prick
rose on its own & helped me clarify the mystery. I didn't
know what arousal was or why I felt it then. But I knew it
when I felt it & didn't let the moment pass without spanking my
monkey as vigorously as Mom had spanked my naughty little ass!
I didn't think any more about
what happened or make any connections between sexy & being spanked
at first. Mom's spankings hurt too much for that, & I'd
suffered through too many of her seat stingers to suddenly lose my
fear of them. But it happened again the next time I was
naughty & the time after that, & I finally put the first pieces
of the puzzle together.
I didn't know why they fit or
feel any better about being spanked before, during or right after.
But, between the regular trips I took over her knee till I was a fully
developed young man of 16, I'd spank the monkey & get all the
pleasure I could remembering & fantasizing about being an even
naughtier boy than Mom thought I was!
Mom would have freaked if she
knew about my oedipal urges & stopped spanking me for sure. But she didn't when I was younger 'cause I always
got too scared & embarrassed to get wood or bust a cap on her lap
like I did when I was alone & Mom wasn't making my ass feel like
it was in a blast furnace on full high.
Yeah, that's how it felt whenever
Mom spanked me. That woman is a creature of habit & didn't believe
a spanking should end until the culprit's caboose was ripe-cherry-red
&
they were crying & screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Or
whomever else happened to be home!
I wasn't an only child or the
only one of Mom's that got spanked. We all got taken to her bedroom
& got our butts bared & spanked over her knee when we did
something to earn it. And we all ended up letting the rest of the
family know how sorry we were before Mom let us run to our rooms
with our hands clamped over our blazing butts. But I was the
youngest & by far naughtiest, most often spanked one of Mom's
brood.
I was also the oldest to go over
Mom's knee. My two elder sisters stopped having to worry about
spankings when they started high-school. But they'd flown the nest
by my freshman year, & with my Dad divorced & gone, Mom was more
open to the idea of taking down "her little boy's" pants, turning
him over her knee, & heating his "naughty heinie" with her hand or
hairbrush until he was howling like she always had than she
otherwise might have been.
Maybe that's why Mom thought
about spanking me again last night? It was just us two again & I
really pissed her off with my smart mouth & inconsiderate attitude. All
she was trying to do was help me more than she already had, & I
gave her nothing but grief for it.
Like a, "spoiled, ungrateful,
sulking child", Mom said, right before she told me I'd better
apologize & grow up or she'd, "give me what I deserved &
something to really be sorry about!"
Being home again in my old
bedroom where Mom always sent me after a spanking had stirred up the
old memory & fantasy pot. But thinking that Mom might spank me
again was too twisted, even for me. Wasn't I a big enough freak
already without adding still gets spanked by his Mom to the list?!?
I thought so, but I heard what I
heard & knew what it meant 'cause I'd heard it before. I looked at
Mom like she'd lost her mind. But my heart started racing, my palms
started sweating, my stomach did familiar flips, & my ass clenched
like they knew she wasn't crazy at all.
Mom glared at me & I gawked at
her. I don't know what she was thinking but my brain froze right up.
I swear I heard buzzing in my ears as I tried to wrap my head around
what was happening. Was I really this close? Would Mom really do it?
Could I let her without dying of shame or losing the last shred of
self-respect I had?
I heard Mom bark, "Well? I'm
waiting!", a couple of times, but even that didn't register. It was
her way of counting down when I was a kid, & if I didn't do what
it was she was waiting for by the time she got to the "tired of"
part, it was over her knee I'd go.
Mom got there before I could sort
anything out & over her knee I went. But first she stormed off to
her bedroom & came back with her trusty oak hairbrush. I'd felt it
& fiery brands each whack of it left on my bare ass thousands of
times since Mom realized her hand was no match for my maturing ass.
But even the sight of it couldn't convince my disbelieving brain
that she would actually use it on me.
Well, to cut to the chase, Mom
sure did use it on me & with all the determination to teach me an
unforgettable lesson as she ever did. But first she hauled me out of
the kitchen chair I was sitting on & turned it around. Then she
sat in it & reached up to pull me between her knees by the
waistband of my jeans.
Shame finally shocked me out of
my stupor when I felt Mom undo the snap on my pants & grab hold of
the zipper to yank it down. I hadn't grown or changed except for a
thicker patch of pubic hair since the last time Mom saw me bare. But
nine years had passed since then & the thought of her seeing me
again was so humiliating that I reached down & grabbed the front
of my pants with both hands.
Pleas, protests, apologies &
promises spewed from me as I found my voice again. But Mom said that
it was way too late & threatened to blister my butt every day for
a month if I didn't let go & take what I had coming. I tried again
but then mom started counting down from three & I gave up &
accepted my fate.
I closed my eyes like a kid &
hid in the dark as Mom unzipped me & let my jeans fall to my
knees. I really did not want to be spanked & could have stopped it
if I decided to press my physical advantage. But I love & respect
Mom too much for that & I felt like I'd hurt her enough already to
make her go this far. She hated hurting me more than I hated that
hairbrush of hers while it was whaling the tar & tears out of me.
So even as I felt Mom's fingers
dash my hopes that she'd leave up my boxers at least till I got over
her knee, I stood there & let her strip them down, revealing what
few mothers of 25-year-old sons rarely see. Seeing Mom see me was
too much to take so I kept my eyes closed the whole time. It seemed
like forever before she ordered me over her lap, but still I dove
into that childish, humiliating position as if it were the end of my
shame rather than the beginning.
Memories of spankings past
flashed through my head as Mom arranged me over her knees, but none
prepared me for the awful feelings I felt when I peeked back & saw
my bare butt sticking up in the air. Nine years had faded my
recollections of how humbling it was to be draped over Mom's lap.
And how much that damned hairbrush of hers hurts!
I saw Mom lift it & watched it
fall. The crack reached my ears before the sting & I foolishly
thought I might have outgrown it's awful bite. My ass is bigger than
it was when I was 16 & more muscled I quickly reasoned. But then
Mom smacked me several more times, & my entire ass seemed to burst
into one great big mass of agony.
My memories did not prepare me
for that, & neither did my fantasies. I tried to grit my teeth to
keep from crying out, thinking that Mom would respect me & my
manhood & take it easier on me. But how can any naughty male of
any age fight the determination of a motherly disciplinarian & the
pain of a hard wooden hairbrush hitting his bare ass with the force
of a major league fast ball?
Mom spanked thoroughly in a
single area, fanning the flames until they were unbearable before
moving on to repeat the same hellish treatment on another spot. She
spanked my whole bottom until it was on fire, & then she changed
to random spanks that merged all the tortured areas into one hellish
zone!
I held silent as long as I could
& longer than I ever did before. But my stoicism was challenged as
the wood landed over & over & broken when Mom started spanking
the tender junction of my butt-cheeks & thighs. It hurt so bad
that I kicked my feet & started to squeal like a little girl.
Mom's next target was the crack
of my ass & that was just too painful to withstand. I could no
longer blink away the tears forming in my eyes & pleaded with her
to stop. Being a manly man, I hadn't cried since my last spanking
& desperately tried not to now. I silently screamed at myself to
be brave but there was no false courage to muster.
My being was centered in my
blazing butt & I felt more like a naughty boy about to burst into
tears than a big, grown man. Mom & her hairbrush had bested me
again &, as the first flood of tears ran down my cheeks, I
collapsed in a heap & began to beg for forgiveness & mercy like
the big baby I am.
Mom scolded me then & made me
grovel with questions about my future behavior between my cries &
sobs. She told me that I'd be sitting here today to talk a counselor
instead of sitting on my ass at home. She told me that I'd better
get used to going over her knee again because my old house rules
would now apply. Finally, she set down the brush, began hand spanking my thighs,
& added the coup de grace.
"And understand this, little boy.
You'll NEVER be too old to go over my knee! NEVER!!"
Those words & my sore ass warm
me now, but last night they ushered me into that the shadowy realm
of fear & suffering that shuts out all else, even the pain. I
don't know how much longer Mom spanked me or how I got off of her
lap. I don't know if I hopped around the kitchen or stood stock
still & sobbed in front Mom. I don't even know how long I cried my
eyes out before I realized I was up & my spanking was over.
Mom was still sitting in the
chair when I became aware & reached down to pull up my boxers. My
butt was so sore that bending & the thin weight of the shorts hurt
when I got them up. So I kicked off my shoes & stepped out of my
jeans & stood there feeling miserable until Mom told me to go to
my room & wait for her.
I went to the bathroom first to
blow my nose & wipe my tear-streaked face. Then I gently eased
down my boxers & looked at my butt. It was as red as ripe
raspberries & purple as plums in spots, & hot to the touch. I
was sure Mom never spanked me harder, & I still am today.
I was lying on my stomach when
Mom came to my room. She kissed me & eased down my boxers &
gently applied a layer of Noxema. I was embarrassed at first but
that soon wore off. The cold cream felt great but Mom's words
soothed me more. She said she loved me & that I wasn't a failure.
She said my fate wasn't my fault but how I handled it was. She told
me that I was home where I should be & welcome for as long as I
needed.
My butt was bare throughout our
talk & Mom gave it a pat as she got up to leave. She said she
would always be there for me & would do whatever it took to make
sure I got off to a "spanking-new start." We both chuckled at that,
which lightened the mood, & allowed Mom to joke that what happened
tonight proved two things for sure.
Mom said I was & would always
be her only baby boy. Then, with a lopsided grin, she said I'd grown
a lot since the last time she'd put me over her knee, but that my
butt was as cute & spankable as it had been. I blushed a little
but thanked Mom again for loving me & for spanking me. I admitted
that I deserved what I got & that it had taught me the lesson I
needed to learn.
I looked at Mom then &, with
emotions tugging me at both ends, said I would never do anything to
earn another trip over her knee. Mom's smile widened a little &
she tipped her head as she looked at me. She'd heard that promise
before &, after a moment, responded in her own familiar fashion.
"We'll see," Mom said & left me
alone to do some private spanking of my own & a lot wondering
about my life & everything that happened in it that day. My butt
was too tender to lay on but better, & so was I. I felt better
than I had in a long time & realized that Mom was right about
everything. I wasn't a geek, freak & failure. And home was exactly
where I should be.
Whoa! My appointment is almost
here so I've got to run. Thanks for helping me make the time fly by!
I guess I should end this by saying that there is one thing I
haven't figured out since last night. That's whether or not I want
to "see" myself back over Mom's knee again outside of memories
&
fantasies.
Right now, my sore butt & fresh
memories of suffering like I did are making me lean toward no. But
that could change & then again, unless this counselor or someone
comes up with a great job real fast, I'll be living at home for more
than a while in my old bedroom with Mom & her rules over my head,
so I might not have a choice.
Yipes! I've got to go. And start
being more careful, too! Mom would probably turn me over her knee
& freshen me up if I missed this appointment. Bye! - Tony, via
email
Hats off & three cheers for you
& your Mom, Tony! She obviously loves you bunches & saw what you
were starving for... Homestyle rump roast & that special kind of lovin' that made your bottom feel like it came straight from the
oven! And you took the lickin' you needed & richly deserved, &
shared it all with us instead of the people at unemployment. Thanks!
I'm sure everyone who reads your letter will join me in wishing you
luck finding a job & getting your life back on track. But I'm sure
they'd also agree that you needn't be in too much of a hurry. You
aren't the only victim of "the idiots" who put greed & profit
above all these days. Far from it! But you may be (or maybe not...
Who knows what goes on behind closed doors!) one the lucky few with
such a sensational safety net to fall into— & over! And, to be
truthful, we'd love to find out if you do fall over your Mom's lap
again. Please let us know! -
Barb
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