Billy screamed like a girl at the first swat & burst into big,
blubbering tears as soon as his mom painted a second pink outline of the brush on the
other chubby cheek of his little white butt. I'd been spanked plenty of times & seen a
couple administered to the pants or skirts of kids at school. But I'd never seen a bare
bottom get spanked up close, or seen how quick one can go from white to bright,
bright red!!
Billy's
mom spanked his backside until it was red & hot enough to evaporate every drop of
water. Then she spanked it some more! Her son's screams & pitiful wails bounced off
the tiled walls in time to each loud crack of the brush, & his little legs waved in
the air like he was trying to run away at full speed. But Billy wasn't going anywhere
until his mom finished punishing him, which she finally was after what seemed forever, but
was probably only a couple of minutes or so.
I
was amazed at how bright-red Billy's butt was when his mom set his squalling self on his
feet. I felt uneasy watching him hop around rubbing his bottom & wondered if mine got
that red? But I still didn't have any fear that I was going to get the same thing until
Billy's mom suddenly grabbed my ear, pulled me out of the tub & yanked me toward her
waiting lap & the panteen brush she still held in her hand!
I
remember Billy's mom saying, "It's your turn now, you naughty boy!", & the
stern, determined look on her face before she pulled me over by my ear. I also remember
realizing how different her lap felt than my mom's. It was bigger, better padded, softer
&, although damp from Billy's dripping body, still warm from the heat he'd generated
while kicking & squirming through his spanking.
I
don't know why I remember that so clearly, but I do. I didn't have time to notice much of
anything else before Billy's mom began to spank my bottom dry, except that each swat of
her brush seemed to sting as much & ten times more than any spank my mom had ever
struck. I'd never been spanked on a dripping wet bottom before & didn't have a clue
that that was the major reason why.
All I knew was that that spanking from Billy's mom was my most painful
ever & set me to screeching, howling & bawling my brains out in record time! I
didn't once think of trying to be brave when I was spanked as a boy. What was the point in
that? But I have to say that between my moist ass, that panteen brush, & Billy's mom's
determination to teach me a lesson I still haven't forgotten, I reached unheard of heights
of burning, stinging pain & respect for her spanking ability before she set my
squalling self on my feet!
I probably spent longer dancing around than I did over Billy's mom's
knee. When I finally cried out the worst of it, I was called over like my friend had been
so his mom could make sure I was clean & dry. Still sniffling & rubbing, I
instantly obeyed, although I remember suddenly feeling shy about my nudity. Billy's mom
had seen me in the buff before, but never up so close or as personal as did then as she
toweled off every nook & cranny on my body.
Billy's mom scolded both of us & applied cold cream to our sore
seats. Then she gave each of us a hug, told us to be good boys from now on, & sent us
to bed. Billy & I compared asses as we got into our pajamas. Neither of us was going
to be laying on our backs to go to sleep that night, but as tender as our tushes were, we
were both surprised that only a light pink hint of the sound spankings they endured
remained.
Billy & I whispered under the covers so his mom couldn't hear. I
teased him about what a baby he'd been & he teased me. I asked him if his mom always
spanked so hard & praised his courage when he said yes, & often, too. I admitted
that his mom spanked harder then mine & swore that I'd never misbehave like that
around her again.
Billy laughed & said I was full of beans. I guess maybe I was the
more mischievous of us two, but I meant what I said & gingerly rubbed the spank spots
Billy's mom had tenderized so well. Some kids might have been resentful of such treatment,
but I drifted off to sleep feeling like I'd been truly adopted into a second family. I
also felt a strange sense of pleasure as I replayed the events of that night in my mind.
Like I said, I don't know why getting spanked means more to me than the
next guy or why that spanking from Billy's mom started the wheels in motion. I only know
it did because when I woke up the next morning with my bottom almost back to normal, I
wanted Billy's mom to spank it again & to feel her big, warm & cozy lap under me
as I wriggled & squirmed.
I got my wish many times over over the next 5 years,
& Billy got plenty of chances to compare my mom's spanking technique to his. I guess
once the door to disciplining each other's kids was opened, our mom's decided they trusted
each other enough to let the other take care of it when the need arose.
As
a result, Billy & me got to watch each other get spanked by whichever mom caught us
misbehaving together instead of being sent home. It also meant getting our hind ends
heated individually by our surrogate moms like never before because the old guest gets
away with things the son doesn't without being spanked rule was thrown out the window.
That
meant getting it at both ends for both us boys, but especially for me as my desire to be
spanked by Billy's mom quickly grew. Once I learned that she used only her big, meaty hand
to spank for minor misbehaviors & what buttons to push to get her to punish me, it was
easy to satisfy my urges without suffering more than I was willing to stand.
Billy's
mom always bared my bottom & slapped it until I was squirming, sniffling & feeling
really sorry for myself. But the pleasure that came before while she stripped down my
pants & pulled me over her big, comfy lap & after in the bathroom where I'd fondle
my tender tush & other parts more than made up for the pain.
I
never did talk to Billy about how being spanked by his mom made me feel, but we did get
into little arguments about whose mom was the best spanker. I guess kids just can't help
be proud of their parents, even if it does come down to how well they spank!
Puberty finally put an end to corporal punishments for Billy & me.
Although my friend agreed that spankings were faster & better than the punishments
that replaced them & backed me up when I told our moms, they wouldn't change their
minds. They said we were too old to be spanked & that was that.
I wasn't too old to be spanked then & I'm still not as far as I'm
concerned. But that's just my opinion & one I learned to keep to myself long ago,
along with the many wonderful memories I have of what was the most thrilling time of my
life! -- Mr. F.H., IL
