Under Mrs. Farina's guidance, I hosed off the front of the house & the patio. There were two unbroken eggs in the half dozen I'd dropped & I paled when she told me to bring them inside because she might use them to test my spanked bottom—she assured me my ass was going to be hot enough to fry an egg on. And I believed her!

I never considered running away when we outside because Mrs. Farina had intimidated the heck out of me, but I sure wished I had within 10 seconds of going over her knee for a taste of her hairbrush. I'd thought nothing could hurt as much as the hand spanking she'd given me, but I was very, very wrong.

She'd led me to the couch, yanked my pants down, & ordered me to stand still while she went to her bedroom & got this awful, large, hard hairbrush. I had time to feel waves of humiliation & embarrassment as I stood waiting for the second part of my spanking, but they disappeared as soon as she'd hauled me back over her knee & smacked my naked ass with that hairbrush!

I think I cried harder that night than at any time in my life. Mrs. Farina didn't pause, listen, show mercy, or do anything except spank me until I learned a genuine lesson. She never did try the egg on my backside, but I'd swear it would've sizzled. I was sent home with a warning that if I ever so much as looked suspiciously at her house I'd get a repeat spanking. I didn't.

I never heard a word from anyone, including Michelle, about that night & I never told my friends what really happened, so the spanking sort of disappeared for everyone except me. As much as I hated it & shuddered at the memory over the first few weeks, pleasurable feelings emerged & somehow the memory of my humiliation became erotically exciting. Eventually, it became my favorite stimulating fantasy & has remained so ever since.

I ran into Mrs. Farina around town from time to time after that night at her house, & though she didn't really say anything about the specifics of what happened, she did look me right in the eye sometimes & ask if I was behaving myself. I got flustered every time & sputtered something to the affirmative, but I honestly feel that if I'd had the nerve to say "no", she would have gotten me back to her house & spanked the daylights out of me again. I didn't think of it before, but somewhere during that first spanking it had come out that my parents didn't spank me & Mrs. Farina had said something to the effect that they should, regularly, & she'd be happy to act as surrogate mother as often as necessary.

She never did, at least not for real, but she often played the part in the elaborate fantasies I concocted. It's too bad that naughty boys like me don't know of our proclivities sooner. Even though juvenile spanking is rare these days, our best opportunities to build lasting memories are when we're young.

I'd love to find a lady today with a touch of Mrs. Farina in her personality, but it seems that most ladies can't understand that naughty boys can be of any age & what works best on them when young still will.

Oh, well, I have my single memory & I shall enjoy it forever!   Thanks!... William, address withheld by request