You had received a phone call at 7 am and were not out of bed yet. you mumbled a half asleep "hello" and then realized you had the phone upside down. I guess you are going to have to actually open your eyes. You straightened the phone and said "Hello, its awful early, why would anyone be calling at this time of the morning. I was partying last night and only got to bed about an hour ago." On the other end of the phone I heard the voice, the last person that I ever thought I would hear from. It was my Grandma, "Partying all night on a school night? No wonder your mom called me to say your grades have slipped and you are on the warning list at college. You do remember that I am paying your tuition and your folks got you that apartment by the college. I had warned them that you should stay with me so that I could keep an eye on your study habits. Your folks are very upset and they have asked me to have a chat with you about how important good study habits are." You were now completely awake. You said, "Grandma, I am way to old for one of your chats, I am 21 and a senior at college. I remember your chats when I was at bording school. I was young enough for a spanking back then but now I am a man, living on my own and" Grandma broke in and said, "You are on warning and may be thrown out of school if you do not vastly improve your grades. I also will not pay your tuition for your final semester if you do not try to improve yourself. Our chats have worked very well in the past and I have no intention of wasting the thousands of dollars that I have given you for your college education. You will get up now, get ready for school, and be in class on time and in every class. No more cutting classes, no more missed assignments, no more wise mouth or mistreatment of underclassmen. Remeber, your folks and I are both alumni of this school and I also gave them an large endowment so when I ask for information about my grandson they give me feedback immediately. No one from our family has ever flunked out, and you are not going to be the first. Be here at 6 pm for our chat, and do not be late. You know what happens when you are late for a chat." "B B B But Grandma, I stammered, I have a date tonight, I can't be there at 6" "You will be here at 6 PM, No Excuses, It sounds like we will have to have chats about respect as well. We will set a schedule for more chats when you are here. If there is any problems that arise, You will end up moving in with me so I can keep a better eye on you and your college behaviour. It seems we should have been watching you more closely and you have gotten way out of hand. Well starting this evening we will bring you back to being a good college student." said Grandma.
I showered, ate some cereal , got dressed and headed for school. First class my girlfriend came in and I
siad to her, "Sorry, but I have to cancel going to the concert with you this evening. My grandmother got word that I have been put on warning and she wants to have a chat with me about my school work." She said, "What has she got to do with you college education?" I explained that Grandma had paid my tuition all through school and that if I don't go chat with her she will cut it off and I don't want to have to leave school so close to my degree... She said, " I wondered why you looked so worryed when you came into class. I guess we had better cancel tonight." "Thanks." I said, "Grandma thinks this chat will be very important so I just have to go." All day long, I got more and more worried about tonight, I knew that ebony hairbrush Grandma had really stung when I was a young teenager, but I am much tougher now so it will probably not be so bad. As a full grown man, she will probably apply it to the seat of my pants instead of bare, Yup, I really got nothing to worry about. The day dragged by and at 4 PM I was in my apartment. I looked at my message machine and there was one message. It was From Grandma, Just a reminder to not be late, 6 PM for a long serious chat and a behaviour adjustment. Back came all the worry again, Her attitude adjustments were always over the knee, me stripped bare before the session would start, and then a very long, slow application of Grandma's discipline. It would be a very long night.
I arrived about 3 minutes to 6 and I knocked on the door. Grandma opened the door and said for me to come on in. I entered and she hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She asked if I had eaten and I told her that I had. "Good," she said. That way we can get to the business at hand or brush as I apply it."
She smiled and said that she had set up in the living room. As we enter i saw that awful brush sitting on the arm of her favorite recliner chair. "Shit," I said, and she looked angrily at me and she said "Do you remember how I treat little naughty boys who use foul language?" I said, "I am sorry Ma'am, I forgot myself
when I saw that horrible hairbrush sitting there." "Yes" she said, "it is good that you remember how much my brush stings, but we will have a mouth soaping before we start to remind you about your language. Now remove your clothing and stack it neatly on the floor in front of my chair," she said as she sat and watched me take my clothes off. To my horror I was so embarrassed that I was aroused when I took my underware off. I was sticking out and pointing at her like I did when I was a young teen sent for a spanking by the boarding school. She noticed and said that I had grown alot since I was 15 years old. She said, but it is normal for a young man to get arroused when in an embarrassing situation so we will ignore it and get on with our business. She stood and took me by the ear and walked me to the bathroom. She had me stand by the sink while she reached under the sink and took out a new bar of Ivory soap. My nose started to crinkle up as I could remember how bad it tasted on other occasions when she washed my mouth. She smiled at me and said, "now stand there while I work up a nice lather to clean out that nasty mouth of yours. She worked up the lather for a couplle of minutes and then said for me to put my face over the sink. I hesitated, That got me a coulple of hard bare hand swats to my naked backside. I couldn;t get over the sting, I hadn't remembered her hand spankings as hurting to much over the years but those smacks got a loud ow with each of them. I had tears forming as I bent my face over the sink. she took the soap and ran it into my mouth making me gag almost immediately. and I stood up again, more hand spanks and I was back in position as she worked the soft soap over my teeth and then had me stick out my tongue while she soaped the top and underside of it. Then she had me open up and look at her. she put the bar of soap half way in my mouth and said for me to bite down, I did, tears in my eyes, gagging at the awful taste and she stood lecturing me about not using foul language. After 5 minutes she asked if I had learned my lesson. She said. "All right, take the soap out of your mouth., throw it in the waste basket after placing it in it wrapper, take a glass of hot water, gargle with it and then spit in the sink. use a face cloth to wash you face and chest where you dribbled while gagging and then clean the sink area. I will be back in a couple of minutes to inspect how clean it and you are." She left and I looked in the mirror. What a sight I was, red eys from crying, slobber soap all over my cheeks and chin, and dribbles all the way down to my stomach and worst of all I was still aroused and pointing at the sink. I cleaned quilkly and made sure to get it all. I took hold of my penis and tried to squeeze it to get the arousal to go away. I heard my Grandma clear her throat, She was standing there watching me squeeze my penis. "Well now, she said, "What a naughty nasty boy you are. Playing with yourself while being punished." I started to say something but she just said. fortunately we are going to have a chat and we can talk about that at that time. She checked me and the bathroom and announced that all was clean and we would now go to the livingroom to take care of the business at hand, "I hope that you have learned not to use foul language in my house" "Yes ma'am" I said as we did the ear pull walk back to the living room. I did notice that she was smiling, apparently she was enjoying my humilition as I walked beside her. When we got to the living room she sat on he chair and told me that it was time for our chat. "Over my lap now" she said pointing at the lap with the brush in her hand. Now lets see if I remember how to do this", She raised the hairbrush and brought it down very hard on my bottom 10 times. I was surprised at how much it hurt. I realized I had no memory that it stung that much. I yelled "ouch" with each whack and then she had me stand up and face her again. I stood with a few tears in my eyes already. She looked at my groin area and said, "Yes, I guess I do remember how to give a good spanking, your arousal has decided it doesn't want to be hanging around when we get down to serious business. It is already trying to withdraw into your body for protection. All right back over my lap and we will get serious about your lesson." Now she asked "how many nights I go out partying." I told her "I go out everynight." That got an additional 10 smacks. Grandma asked, "Is your at home work all up to date on your papers for all your classes?" I said, "No. but I have plenty of time left before the end of semester." She said the semester ends in 14 days. 14 very hard smacks had me kicking my feet and pounding the floorwith my hands. "Do you think you should stop going out partying and stay home and get your papers done?" She asked? I answered, "Every night?" That got me another 14 hard smacks, tears were falling freely now and I threw my hand back to protect my poor bottom. She held my hand and smacked the palm very hard 5 times. She said that I was not to interfer with her carrying out the business at hand or brush. She almost giggled at the joke. So the 14 smacks were repeated again.. I was already begging her to stop and promising to be far better behaved and to study hard in the future. "How about the partys, are you going to stop going to them until your marks are up?" I hesitated, she said "Alright 20 for that". She gave me 20 very slow but very hard spanks over the next 2 minutes. I was promising no more partys before the 5th spank but she kept on going until all were applied. Shesaid "I guess I need to give your bottom a little rest so the next spanks will be on the tops of you thighs." Grandma continued questioning me and spanking my thighs for the next 15 minutes.
she then declared it was time for a break as her arm was getting tired. I stood before her and she had me turn away so she could assess the damage I had suffered so far. She said, " it is very red and there are some bruises on your thighs but your bottom can take alot more. So go to the conner by the door and think about the lesson so far". I couldn't believe that I was going to get more spankings, I stood very still and heard her turn on the tv and settle in her chair again. After a while she asked if I still had soap taste in my mouth. I told her that "yes, but it was mostly gone." She asked, "would like a drink of water before we gor back to business?" I said. "please maam. I was thinking anything to delay the return over her knee. She brought me a glass of water and had me stand and drink it in front of her. To my horror mister arousal was starting again. She looked, said for me not to be worried about it as natural thing and would not effect my punishment. Shortly she picked up the brush again. "Now young man, she said, "we will find out how well the lesson has set in." She asked me all of the same questions followed by 14 to 20 spanks for each one. when we were finished I was completely in tears and sobbing like a 5 year old. she said, "I think this lesson has gone very well, Friday night come by at 6 pm again and we will review the week. Tell your girlfriend that you are sorry but until the end of term you will be just doing your school work and studying. I will get reports on your progress daily and I will call you to come see me for any failures to meet your obligations during the week, Friday I will serve supper and then we will have a scheduled spanking to remind you what my hairbrush feels like." She walked to the bathroom while i stood by the chair. She took some body lotion and rubbed it into my sore rear end. She told me to get dressed and then walked me to the door, kissed me on the cheek and told me how much she loved me and that she was disciplining me again because I needed to know that limits are to be followed and that she knew if I applied myself I would be on the deans list by graduation time. I walked down her walk and started crying again as I rubbed my very sore bottom. Sitting in class for the next few days was gong to be very uncomfortable. If I applied myself I would only have to worry about friday nights until the end of the next semester. My girlfriend , well that was going to be another problem.
Here I am again. Over her knee, getting a severe spanking with her hairbrush. I am really sorry that i have a problem about thinking of consequences when I get a chance to do something I really enjoy. I love to play cards. Not games like rummy or cribbage, but games where i can make alot of money quickly. My favorite is on line Poker. Last week I ended up, across my wifes knee for a long spanking as i had lost 400 dollars and my wife was not pleased because I didn;t have any money in my for fun checking account to cover my losses. She gave me the money but told me that she was instituting a program to help me with my gambling problem. I told her I didn;t have a gambling problem, just that I didn;t make enough money to keep my checking account in order when i had a loss over a couple of hundred dollars. She said that perhaps the program would help me remember what happens when I do something wrong that I have to get money from her. She said that she was going to start spanking me like a naughty little boy for the gambling problem and that I should think about how sore my bottom will be if i go over my budget on wagering which is the reason I have my fun checking account.. She then blistered me real good. about a half an hour of begging and crying as her hairbrush taught me a lesson. Well It worked real well for a few days and then i got an email from a friend who said a bunch of the regular players were going to get together tonight for a closed door game. just the 6 of us friends would be playing. I could hardly wait. I went to my account and discovered that my funds were on the low side, i thought about how hard a spanking I had gotten last week. how painful and embarrasing it was. I thought to myself, well that was because I lost. If i Play tonight I will win big time so I will borrow a 1000 dollars from our joint checking account and when I win I will replace it in the morning and my wife will be none the wiser. I went to the bank and tranferred the funds at the atm machine. That night the game was going real well. after just an hour i was up by 1500 dollars. things were good, I couldn;t seem to get a bad hand. I was doing so well I suggested we raise the minimum bet by 100 dollars. all but one of the players agreed. Poor charlie had already lost a bunch of money so he withdrew from the game. The bets and pots got hotter and within an hour had lost the extra 500 dollars that i had won and was barley hanging even with the money I had when I started.I then won a coupl;e of hands and was up another 1300 dollars. I started pushing the betting again. I got a great hand delt to me. I opened . three kings in my hand is a nice start. fred uped the open by another hundred, I checked I drew 2 cards. as luck would have it, the 2 cards were a pair of nines. Kings and nines in a full house is one heck of a hand, the others had all taken 3 cards except fred who only wanted one. I figured he was shooting a straight or a flush. well I obviouly had this hand locked so i bet 300 dollars. I was surprised when fred saw it and raised another 200 but i noticed he took about 2 minutes to decide whether to bet or not. that is a sure sign that he is bluffing. every one else had dropped out. the bet came back to me and i pushed the rest of my money in. I chuckled as I waited for his reponse, knowing he would drop out. well to make a long story shorter. he had four tens and a ace high. beat my full barn with no problem at all. Flat broke I withdrew from the game. I got up from the chair, went to the bedroom, got my wifes hairbrush and went to the living room. I had put the brlush in my back pocket and asked if she was watching anything important. No nothing that matter or that she couln;t see again later. I said I would be right back. I went to the kitchen got a straight back chair. she raised an eye brow when i brought it in, then she noticed the hairbrush in my back pocket. OH OH, what have you done. I started taking off my clothes as she sat down in the chair. I confessed the whole story. I told her how sure I was that I was going to win, That I had moved money from our joint account and that I obviously needed to be tought a very severe lesson as I deserved it. She was very upset. She told me to wait standing in the connor until she calmed down enough to give me a severe spanking without ending me in the hospital. she came in, sat in the chair and that was how the story began. I was promising to never do it again, wiggleing and even crying. This spanking was much more intense than the one about a week before. She kept asking me, AM i getting through to you. I gasped, Yes dear through my tears. She finally stopped, I lay exhausted and limp across her lap. I guess we have to pick this up a noch or too. I will call my sister who works at bank and have her monitor our checking accout and you fun account as well. I may even ask her to join in our spanking sessions if there is ever a need to repeat this again. Now get up and stand in the connor while I decide if you need more spanking than i gave you already..... Yes dear, I said and as i walked by her to go to the connor she swatted me again, not fast enough she said. I ran to the connor and sniffed while i stood there.