Bathtime Blushing By Best Friend's Mom Blazes New Passions for Oft-Spanked Boy!!
Just one of many marvelous, illustrated letters featured in RCR #1

Why getting spanked means more to me then the next guy I can't say for sure. But I know when & how it started. It was at my neighbor Billy's house when I was 8 & he & me got soundly spanked by his mom for splashing water all over the bathroom.

I knew Billy's mom spanked him. Mine spanked me too. All the kids I knew got spanked by their moms. It was right after WWII & maternal discipline was about as normal for a kid as reading, writing, & arithmetic. Getting spanked by someone else's mom was a little unusual, but not unheard of if she was charged with watching over you.

I guess I knew Billy's mom had "spanking rights," but up until the minute she pulled me over her knee that Summer night in '48, I didn't think I was in any danger. Billy & I had been best friends since we could walk & his mom had been nothing but like a kind aunt to me. We went to school together & played together. We often slept over each other's houses & camped out in our backyards. We even got into mischief together & got sent home & spanked by our respective moms because of it.

I guess that's why I didn't have the "fear of mom" in me when I started the water fight in the bathtub that night with a tidal wave that hit Billy & sunk the battleship toy he was playing with. He was a little hesitant about getting me back. But then I guess he figured my presence would protect him & joined right in.

We were having a heck of time splashing & laughing when his mom yelled up & warned us not to flood the place. There was water on the floor but it didn't amount to much & we were having too much fun to stop so we kept at our battle of the bathroom sea until there was a quick, loud knock & the door was flung open by Billy's mom. She took one look at the floor & play time was over.

Billy pleaded with his mom not to spank him but she told him he knew better than to make a mess & to get ready to learn a lesson he'd never forget again. Forgotten for the moment, I watched with fear for my friend, awe at his sweet mom's sudden sternness, & more than a little curiosity as Billy's angry mom put that panteen hairbrush to work.

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!!

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.

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