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 couldnt spank me! She wasnt 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
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 wouldnt
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 Lisas 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
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.
Im 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
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