Lisa was wearing shorts, so I could feel her smooth thighs underneath me as she yanked down my shorts. I yelled for her to stop with all the lame excuses I could think of: She couldn’t spank me! She wasn’t my mother! I would tell my parents! I'd never speak to her again! And so on.

The only thing Lisa said was to go ahead & tell my parents, because that was exactly what she was going to do when they got home anyway. Then she started to spank & spank & spank. It hurt like crazy! I yelped & hollered for her to stop, but she just kept on spanking my little boy bottom through my cartoon underwear.

As my irate baby-sitter spanked me, she scolded me too. She told me that I was a spoiled brat & that if I had listened to her, I wouldn’t have broken the window. When she said that, it seemed like it made her all the madder & she grabbed the waistband of my undershorts & yanked them down to my knees.

The excitement I thought I'd feel about being bared by Lisa didn't exist at that moment, but I do remember feeling her thighs against my tiny pecker a second before she started spanking me again. Then, all I could do was howl & cry as she pelted my bottom with slaps that came fast & hard. I was in tears & promising never to pick up a sling shot again in no time at all, but Lisa didn't stop slapping my little ass until I was crying too hard to feel anything but sorry for myself!

Like I've read in other spanking testimonials, it did feel like a hellish eternity, but I was probably over Lisa's lap for only 3 or 4 minutes-- & that was long enough! I don't recall the end of the spanking or being scooped up onto Lisa's lap, but that's where I found myself when I stopped blubbering. I buried my head in her shoulder & told her how sorry I was. She hugged me & told me to mind her from then on. I promised I would-- & meant it!

Lisa hugged me longer than she'd spanked me. Then she let me up & helped me up with my shorts & underwear. She gave me another hug & told me to go to my room for the rest of the day & think about what I had done & what kind of punishment I would get if I ever did something like that again.

I didn't argue. I was feeling pretty humble, & I'd learned my lesson about listening to Lisa. I jack-rabbited to my room & yanked down my pants. My bottom hurt like crazy, & the tight underwear wasn't helping. I also wanted to see what my chubby butt looked like & confirm that Lisa hadn't spanked it off.

Looking in the mirror over my bureau, I saw that Lisa hadn't melted my fat little fanny, but she had spanked two fire-engine-red patches onto each cheek. I reached back & rubbed my bottom. It was sore to the touch, & the heat of the red skin was amazing.

Kids didn't have video games or TV's in their rooms in those days, so there was nothing I could do except think about what happened! I laid on my bed on my stomach as I thought about it, & decided I didn't like getting spanked. But I did like being over Lisa’s knees & feeling her strong, smooth thighs underneath me. I'd discovered the pleasure of playing with myself years before, ground my hips against my bed spread while I wondered if Lisa had felt my little cock rubbing against her legs when she was spanking me? I knew she must have seen it as I stood before her trying to put my shorts back on.

That excited & embarrassed me, & so did my doubts & fears that Lisa would tell her girlfriends about spanking me? And what about Tony? Did he know? Would she tell my parents that she spanked me? My mind raced with questions, all unanswered, until Lisa called me down for dinner.

My mother had left a casserole to reheat or something, & Lisa had arranged the kitchen table. She told me to wash my hands & sit down, which I did, more comfortably than I would have if Lisa hadn't put a soft pillow on my chair. My bottom was still sore enough to make me start when it came in contact with the pillow, but Lisa didn't tease me or anything. She set the filled plates on the table, sat down, & asked me if I was mad at her for spanking me.

I told her I wasn't, which led to a post spanking debriefing that ended with Lisa agreeing to keep what happened our little secret. I wanted it that way, & Lisa must have as well because she didn't argue the point. She said I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out that she spanked me, but I did have to worry about more spankings if I didn't behave myself when she was around.

"Things are going to change from now on, little boy!" I think she said, then she dropped the subject until dinner was over.

I helped her clear & wash the dishes, & then was given a great big hug for being such a good boy. Lisa told me to turn around so she could look at my bottom. I'd left my underpants off, so she saw my blushing butt as soon as she pulled down my shorts. It was still red, Lisa told me, & sore when her fingers gently traced across what she said was my still hot skin.

Lisa fondled my fanny for a brief moment. She said something about what a good job she'd done, pulled my shorts back up, & told me to go watch TV until it was time for bed.

I don't have a clue what we watched, but I remember laughing with Lisa & horsing around as if she hadn't spanked me. But, I didn't protest like I usually did when she told me to go & put my PJ's on, & made sure I washed & brushed good too, so the spanking did teach me a lesson.

I was asleep when my parents got home, but Lisa told them about the window in such a way that they only scolded me a little when I got up the next morning. With the resilience of youth, my bottom had recovered overnight, so I didn't have to hide that fact from them. They didn't say anything about Lisa spanking me, so I knew she had kept her promise. The first spanking she'd given me would be our little secret.

And so were all the spankings I got after that first. Lisa kept her promise about spanking me again when I misbehaved. She sat for me for another 3 years, & was my neighbor & surrogate spanking big sister for 2 additional years before she got engaged. We created a lot of other spanking secrets over the 5 years that followed my first, & I hated & loved them all.

A spanking from Lisa was always a serious, fearful affair, but I wanted & needed every one. My spankings were always on the bare bottom & over Lisa's lap. She only used her hand, but that combined with her determination to teach me a lesson was more than enough to reduce me to tearful pleas & promises before she let me up.

Lisa also incorporated other means to end my misbehaviors as the spanking part of our friendship grew. If I had been really bad, she'd send me to the corner for fifteen frustrating minutes before allowing me to pull up my pants & shorts. And if I'd been really, really bad, she'd turn me back over her knee & spank me a second time & send me back to the corner again for an additional half-hour.

I got three double spankings, & vividly remember them all. I was 14 the last time I found myself over Lisa's knee twice in one afternoon. I had lied to her about hanging out with some kids who were troublemakers in the neighborhood. She'd found out from a high school friend, & I got my hind end slapped until I saw stars. Twice!

Lisa always scolded me before, during, & after a spanking. Usually she'd repeat the same sort of, "I'll teach you to lie to me, young man! You'll never do it again by the time I'm done with you!", sort of mantra. But she was so determined to straighten me out that day that she didn't say a word once she started spanking. She just slapped my adolescent ass until it was on fire from the tops of each cheek all the way down to the middle of my thighs.

I think I cried harder that day than any other time I went over Lisa's knee. I cried my eyes out during the first spanking, & my lungs & vocal chords during the second. I cried myself hoarse because when Lisa said two spankings, she meant two. She slapped my ass equally hard & long the second time she hauled me across her lap, & that was truly awful. My bottom & thighs throbbed while I stood in the corner, crying softly, & for hours afterward.

Sitting down was an uncomfortable adventure for several days too, & Lisa had to write me a note to get me excused from gym class because my bottom clearly showed the signs of a sound spanking. Lisa had a very hard hand, & I had a very soft bottom!

I never did hang out with those guys again, & I never lied to Lisa again either. I think that proves that she sure knew how to teach me a lesson when she wanted to!

My parents never found out about Lisa being my disciplinarian, & no one else did either, although there were a couple of occasions where I forgot myself in front of my friends or hers. When that happened, Lisa would give a me warning glare. If I didn't stop, she'd take me aside & whisper a warning that would send a chill to the marrow of my bones: "Would you like to go over my knee & put on a show for everyone, Johnny? I'll make sure it's a good one!"

I'll admit that a fantasy of Lisa spanking me in front of one of her hot, teenaged girlfriends was a favorite of mine, but I really did not want them to watch me cry like a baby while Lisa spanked my bare ass! I never wanted anyone to see that, so I'd straighten right up after one of Lisa's warnings & be on my best behavior for the rest of the day.

I’m sure everyone reading this letter will understand why I now wish I hadn't been so restrained when friends were around. The thought of Lisa spanking me in front of her sexy friend & having the girl spank me too is still a favorite fantasy among the many others I have of reliving my days under Lisa's guidance.

I have gone to two professionals in Philadelphia over the last five years, & while the spankings they gave me did bring back memories, there will never be another Lisa. She was the No-Nonsense Lady of my youth, & I can close my eyes & still see her sitting on a straight backed chair with me bare bottom up over her bare thighs! -- John, PA