From the time I got home (it was exactly 2:47 p.m. on my digital clock) to when Janice rang my doorbell at 7:30, I was assaulted by waves of fear, excitement, & disbelief. I didn't bother trying to eat dinner, took the longest shower ever, & basically felt like a virgin husband on his honeymoon the whole time, only worse. Even a virgin gets pleasure out of his first experience, but I had no doubts that Janice was going to use all her spanking experience to make sure my first ever spanking was anything but pleasurable! I'd always wanted to be spanked to tears like a naughty boy, but the fact of the matter was that the most I ever got in my life was a swat or two from my parents when I was a little kid. & here I was, a 32 year-old man, about to go over the knee of a mid-forties female friend who had every intention of disciplining me as soundly as she had her own son, who she had given, "a sound, bare bottom spanking that will make sitting down uncomfortable for a week!"

I jumped when the bell rang at 7:30. I was a nervous wreck by then, glad she had finally arrived, & afraid to open the door at the same time. Mostly, I just wanted to get it over with, so I did open the door, & through it stepped a Janice I had never encountered before. Instead of the pleasant, smiling woman I had come to like, Janice was all no nonsense, maternal determination.

I barely croaked an automatic hello before she told me to sit down while I could, & then delivered a blistering lecture about trust, friendship, my responsibility as a role model for her boys, etc. I did try to get a word in toward the beginning, but Janice sternly told me to be quiet & listen, or she would put me over her knee right then & complete the lecture while she spanked me to total attention, & then give me the "blistering" I had coming! Gulp. I shut up & paid attention.

I really felt like a foolish kid by the time she finished, & demanded, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I could only say, "I'm sorry."

"You should be. & you will be." She vowed, & I knew she wasn't kidding. I felt guilty as hell &, strangely, almost grateful for what I knew I was going to get_ a very, very real discipline spanking!

"It's time for your spanking, Charlie." Janice announced, & then ordered me upstairs to my bedroom with the command, "Take off your pants & underwear, & stand in the corner until I come up. Go!"

"Huh? What?" I stammered, feeling totally humiliated. I wanted to argue, but one look at Janice's face told me that if I did, I'd lose her friendship forever-- or be in for an even worse spanking than I feared I was going to get. So up I went, blushing furiously, hanging my head, & feeling just like the naughty boy about to be spanked I'd fantasized so often, but without any of the thrills or excitement.

I felt absolutely stupid dropping my drawers & shorts & standing in the corner, but I did it. & then I waited for what seemed 10 eternities, but was actually 10 minutes by my digital alarm clock. I heard Janice coming before she entered the room, & by the time she did, I was ready to beg her to get it over with! It was part of the punishment, I knew, & it was very effective.

I heard Janice moving around my bedroom, & I snuck a peek behind me to see what she was doing. She saw me, & told me in dangerous tones to get my nose back in the corner until she called me to get over her knee, "or else!" I did, but I'd seen the chair she'd moved into an open area of the room, & the hairbrush she'd placed on the seat. My backside started twitching involuntarily, & I couldn't stop it.

I don't think it was more than a minute or two before Janice ordered me to come to her, but for this 32 year-old, about to be discipline spanked for the first time in his life man, it was an all too long, all too excruciating eternity that far exceeded the very worst discipline fantasy I'd ever had.

"Come here & get over my knee, Charlie." Janice commanded, the stern edge to her voice sounding more ominous than anything I'd heard before. I turned toward her, & blushed so much that I actually felt the heat of it prickling along my skin. My shirt tail barely covered my genitals, & I felt sure I'd die of shame if she saw everything I had, so I hunched over a little to lower the shirt tail & hurried to get over her knee. It seems sort of silly now that I was more afraid of what she might see than what she'd promised to do, but logic goes right out the window when you're in the about to be spanked position I was.

Janice pointed at the floor on her right side, & I went right to it. Then her hand reached out, grasped my ear, & tugged me down until I fell over her ample lap. Janice is actually bigger than me; I'm 5'6 & 135. She's at least an inch taller & heavier too. My weight didn't seem to faze her at all, & with barely exerting her full strength, she moved me so my bare ass was jutting up higher than the rest of me. I felt so stupid, vulnerable, & afraid. I knew right away that I could fight as hard as I wanted, but I was virtually helpless, off-balanced & hanging over her knee like I was.

Janice yanked my shirt tails up my back & clamped her arm over top of them & around my waist. Then I felt her hand exploring my bare ass, rubbing, squeezing, & patting lightly like she wanted to test the amount of muscle I had back there. My ass has always been a big erogenous zone, for obvious reasons, but there was nothing sexy about it right then. Janice's hand just felt strong, hard, & way too experienced for my peace of mind!

"How long has it been since your last spanking, Charlie?" Janice asked, still fondling my flinching fanny.

"N-never." I croaked, afraid to say anything else.

"You've never been spanked?" There was a note of surprise in her voice.

"N-no."

"Hmm. It's certainly about time then, isn't it?" Janice said absently.

Instinct told me not to respond, & I didn't, but Janice didn't seem to care. Her hand gave my ass a final squeeze, & then it was gone. I knew it was going to be back, & I clenched my ass muscles as tightly as I could in anticipation of it.

"Get ready for an experience you are never going to forget, Charlie." Janice said ominously, then added, "You'll never lie to me again after I'm through with you. I guarantee it!"

CAA-RACK!!! CAA-RACK!!! The force of Janice's hand impacting on the center of each of my ass cheeks actually drove my whole body forward a little, but besides the amazingly loud sound that suddenly split the silence, I didn't feel a thing... at first. It was just like when I occasionally missed a nail & hit my finger with a hammer: your brain registers the impact, is so shocked that you don't feel a thing even though you know you will, & then suddenly...

"YEOW!" I couldn't keep from hollering at the startling sting that assaulted my brain when the shock of her first two smacks wore off. I just wasn't prepared for it. I had no previous experience with how much a real bare hand to bare ass slap felt. I'd smacked myself once in a while during a sexy fantasy, but I'd been gentle. Janice wasn't.

Somehow I knew Janice knew what I was feeling, but that didn't stop the experienced disciplinarian that she was from teaching me new stinging, spanking lessons with each two slap series she administered to my rapidly roasting ass. The second two landed on the exact same spots as the first two, & I quickly realized my assumption that my ass couldn't possibly sting more was dead wrong. Those two spanks took me to new heights of spanking pain, & each of the next ten or so spanks did the same. My ass literally felt on fire, & I really didn't care how cowardly I might have looked or sounded as I wriggled, kicked, howled, & pleaded for mercy.

Janice's only response to my histrionics was to calmly, methodically, & ferociously continue slapping my squirming ass. Nothing I did or said so much as made her pause or miss the perfect spot to send shivers of stinging sensation lancing through my entire being. I could feel where her hand landed momentarily, but then the pulsating pain would merge with the rest of my roasted rump, & stoke the whole a notch higher until the next slap connected & increased the intense inferno higher still.

As part of my job, I've been burned, shocked, bruised, & generally battered, but I'd never felt pain like I did while I flopped around under Janice's punishing hand. I had no idea how many spanks she'd delivered, or how many she intended to deliver. My brain just told me I had to do anything necessary stop what was happening to my body. With all my strength, I tried to get off of Janice's knee. I pulled my arm against the grip she had on my wrist, but I couldn't get free. I kicked my legs frantically, rolled my hips, & grabbed the leg of the chair to try & pull myself free. But nothing worked. Janice's hand just kept landing again & again on fanny flesh that I was sure had split open under the awful impacts of her hand.

True fear set in when I finally realized how totally helpless I was, & so I did the only thing I could. I howled like a banshee, begged like a bad boy being spanked, & threatened to never speak to her again if she didn't stop immediately. Janice didn't say a word. & she didn't stop spanking either. She did pause a moment to reach down & pick up the hairbrush she'd placed on the floor, but I hardly noticed until she showed me that as awful as her hard hand felt, a wooden hairbrush is even worse.

It was that first excruciating brush stroke, my dreadful certainty that Janice intended to administer many more, & my total helplessness to do anything to stop her that combined to cause a rush of tortured, frustrated tears to spring to my eyes.

Where's your pride! You're a 32 year-old man! You can't cry like a little boy! One part of my brain screamed, but those thoughts were shouted down about three hairbrush strokes later. Pride my ass! You can cry like a little boy, & now's the time to do it!

"WAH! WAH!" I hadn't cried hard since I was a kid, so the strength of my tearful outburst surprised me for a minute. It wasn't a slow trickle of tears that built to sobs, it was the full, gut-wrenching venting of guilt, helplessness, hopelessness, & all the heartfelt emotions I'd thought I'd outgrown years before.

I was as sorry as a human could be for what I'd done, & was getting for it. In the back of my mind I hoped my tears would make Janice stop, but I'd forgotten that she disciplined her sons. I have no doubt in my mind that they got exactly what I was getting for serious offences, & that meant buckets of tears needed to be shed before Janice decided the lesson was learned.

I know that because I shed at least a bucket's worth of bitter tears before Janice stopped spanking my sorry seat. I lost track of time & most else as my body & mind surrendered to her will, but she brought me back to earth temporarily when she put down the brush, then sent me off to blubbering harder than ever with a series of fiery slaps up & down my naked thighs.

I was such a mess when she stopped that I just lay over her lap sobbing as hard as I could, promising to behave, & needlessly pleading with her to please stop spanking me. I nearly wet myself with relief when I finally realized she'd stopped, & then all I wanted was to get off her knee before she could start in again.

When Janice ordered me back to the corner, I felt gratitude, not resentment for what she'd done. The weird part was I felt the same while I stood there with my raw rump throbbing, & even afterward when sitting down was a constant sore-assed adventure.

Janice made me stand in the corner for a full five minutes, & then she told me to get dressed & join her in the living room in five minutes. I was glad for the privacy, but five minutes was barely enough time to put on my pants (I didn't even think of putting on my skintight BVD's!), wash up my face, & comb my hair, let alone do anything to soothe my aching ass, which was redder then it ever had been when I looked at it in the mirror!

I hurried downstairs out of fear of what Janice would do if I made her wait, not because I wanted to see her or talk to her. I felt humbled by the spectacle I'd made of myself, & shamed to the core.

Janice was sitting on the couch waiting, & she told me to come sit next to her. I did, but I never looked her in the eye. She hugged me & told me everything was all right, & that she thought we'd be closer friends than ever before. She said she had never spanked a grown man before, but I'd proven to her that spankings worked just as effectively on grown men as they did on young boys.

The weird feeling of gratitude I felt expanded as she comforted me, & all I could do was hug her & whisper apologies & promises of perfect future behavior. Janice was obviously used to such reactions. She purred a string of encouragements & compliments on how well I took my punishment. Then she said she loved me &, quite absently, cooed, "Momma doesn't like to have to spank you, Charlie. But I will anytime you need it."

When what she said registered in both our brains, we pulled apart & looked into each others eyes. Janice looked flustered for the first time that night, & I'm sure I did too, but before she could say anything, I dropped my eyes & whispered, "I didn't like being spanked, Momma. But I know I deserved it. & I appreciate you for doing it. A-& I want you to do it again any time you think I need it."

My face was as red as my ass had been as I waited for her response, which turned out to be an even stronger hug than before, a quick kiss on the cheek, & her assurance that I would get future spankings "each & every" time I deserved one. The shiver that passed through me was part fear, part excitement. For the first time that night, I felt a stirring in my loins that didn't disappear until after Janice had left, & I took care of it the single-handed way.

Janice was right about us being closer friends than ever after that night. It was almost like we were friends & family rolled into one, & little by little she became like my second mom as well as my best friend. We talked about what happened about a week after the spanking, & for the first time in my life, I admitted my secret desires & thanked her once more for doing what I always thought I wanted. We talked about spanking in general, & what I felt about the one she'd given me, & by the time we were finished, Janice repeated her statement that it seemed spankings worked as well on grown boys as young ones, & so I could expect more when & if she decided a spanking was in order.

Naturally, neither of us hinted at what had happened to her boys or anyone else, but on the rare occasions since when I've done something or other to annoy Janice, all she has to do is quietly tell me to, "Watch it, Charlie. Or I'll take you home & turn you over my knee." Believe me, those simple words are enough to straighten up my act instantly. Fantasizing about being over Janice's knee is a constant turn on, but I know better now than to take the real thing lightly!

Janice is all no nonsense lady when she spanks, & I don't mind sounding cowardly by saying I've been doing everything I can to keep from going over her knee again. I haven't since that night in August, but I did something the other day that I haven't told Janice about yet because I know I'm going to get another really unpleasant spanking.

I just know I should get it over with & that she's going to give me extras or something for not telling her sooner, but the thought of enduring another session over her knee has kept me from confessing. I'm going to do it soon though, & then I'll take whatever Janice decides I deserve. I'm sure I'll hate it, but I also know I'll feel better after it's over.

I'm sorry this letter has gone on & on, but I cut it down twice rewriting it & I just couldn't see where else to cut it. There is one last thing I have to say, & that's that as weird as anyone might think the situation I'm in might be, I thank my lucky stars every day for giving it to me. Thanks a lot for being there to share my experience with Janice & for letting me ramble on.

Sincerely, Charlie, state withheld by request

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Thanks for letting us know fantasies do come true, Charlie... And reminding us all that they end up hurting a heck of a lot more than we imagined they could! You're one lucky son-of-a-gun as you obviously know, but we'd say you're really pressing your luck by withholding your misbehavior from Janice. She sounds like a true to the bone No Nonsense Lady, my man, which tells us that she's not going to be pleased at all when you tell her how long you've been hiding the truth.

Many NNL's... & Janice sure could be one of them!... have this belief that withholding the truth is akin to lying, which to them means TWO transgressions instead of one!! That's right, Charlie... TWO!! Need we say more? So... tell her fast my friend & throw yourself on her mercy. Perhaps she'll let you off with just one "very unpleasant" punishment spanking. For your sake, we hope so!  Please do let us know what happens!? We know you're not anxious to find out, but we're all dying to know!! Thanks again!

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