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Saturday, May 31, 2014

Your Definitly Not Too Old


  You are Definitly Not too Old


       My eighteenth Birthday…  I am no longer a child.  I am a man, about to graduate from high school in a couple of weeks and then go to college to set myself up for a good job and fine career.  It will be so good to be mostly on my own.
          “Hi Tommy.  Happy Birthday!”  Jen said as she came up to me at my locker as I was putting away my books.  “Thanks Jen,” I said with a big smile on my face to match the smile she was wearing.  “Do you want to go to my place for some happy birthday making out,” I added.  “My mom won’t be home until
six, so we can have a nice long make out session.”
          We came in the front door and I told Jen, “why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the sofa and I will get us some refreshments and be right back.”  I went to the kitchen and I went immediately to the back of the lower drawer where I had hidden a couple of cans of beer behind some vegetables.  Took them and I grabbed a bag of chips from the table and went back into the living room.  I set them on the side table and sat down beside Jen.   She noticed the beer and asked, “Beer?  You know I don’t drink beer.  A glass of wine maybe with dinner but beer,” she just shook her head no.  I ran out to the kitchen and got her a coke instead.  She smiled and then invited me to join her on the couch by saying,  “Come here birthday boy, but behave your self ore I will have to give you a birthday spanking”.  I slipped in next to her and kissed her .  “You wouldn’t do that to a man now would you?” I asked and kissed her again before she could answer.  I kept kissing so she could not answer.  Jen started to struggle and her eyes came wide open.  
          I heard my Mom ask,  “Jennifer, are you all right.  Thomas, (Mom only calls me Thomas when I am in deep trouble or she is very angry) what do you think you are doing,  Jennifer was obviously trying to get you to stop.  Why is there beer here?  What is going on?”
          My response was not what my Mom expected.  “What are you doing home?  You are supposed to get home at six.”  Then looking at the smoke starting to come out from my Mom’s ears (She looked that angry) I added, “We just came home to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.  I got refreshments and then we were going to have a nice happy birthday kiss.  Then I decided I would try to get another one, then I heard you speak.  I didn’t even hear you come in.”
           “Thomas you go stand in the corner while I find out what really was going on,” Mom said, pointing at the corner beside the couch. 
            “Knowing what usually happens after Mom sends me to the corner I pleaded,  “Mom, please, don’t, today is my birthday,  I am eighteen years old.  You can not punish me this way.”
           “Now, or I will have you strip naked and stand there,” Mom warned,  I hustled to the corner and put my nose into it. 
          Mom turned to Jennifer who was wide eyed and looking at me standing in the corner. Mom had Jennifer explain what had happened.  She emphasized that she refused the beer and that was why there was a coke there also.  Mom said, “Good for you”.  Jennifer said, “all was going good until I told him to behave or she would have to give me a birthday spanking and then he started kissing me so I couldn’t talk again.  I started struggling and then I saw you coming toward us.  That is what happened.  I wanted to give him some good news as a birthday surprise for him.  I was going to tell him I was accepted at the same college he was, so we could continue dating instead of having to look for other people to date.  It would make settling in to the new college life so much easier, but he wouldn’t stop.  I think he was expecting that I was going to spank him.
          I had turned and looked at Jennifer when she mentioned that she had told me she would spank me.  Mom looked at me as Jennifer finished saying she was going to be going to college where I was going.  She was right.  I was worried about having to meet a new girl to date.  Mom interrupted my thinking, “Nose in the corner Thomas”.
          Mom then asked Jennifer if she considered herself capable of giving a good spanking as well as a birthday spanking.  Jennifer said,”yes she could.  She babysat for younger children and sometimes she had to spank them when they needed one.  She also said that she had spanked her younger brothers as well when her Mom was too busy to deal  with them.”
          I was shrinking and trying to blend into the corner as I was not liking the way this conversation was turning.
           Mom looked at me and ordered, Thomas, “go get a straight chair from the kitchen and bring it in here”.  I was about to say something but Mom cut me off.  “Now”!
          
“Have Tommy set the chair in front of the sofa and tell him to stand by it as I will be right back”, Mom instructed Jennifer.  Tommy was blushing bright red as he slowly returned with the chair.  Jen said to put it in front of where she was sitting on the couch and stand by the side of it.  She was smiling and chuckling.  So big man on campus Tommy is going to get spanked by his mommy and most likely his girl friend.  I think this is going to be a very interesting time.  I started to say something but Jen looked at me with a real “don’t you dare say anything look’, so I stifled myself and gave a sorrowful look at the stairs as I heard Mom slapping the hairbrush softly against her thigh as she walked down the stairs.  She came to the chair and she looked at Jen.  “Did he give you any trouble”, she asked?
          “No Ma’am,“, she said.  “He looked like he was going to beg but thought better of it when he heard the hairbrush slaps on your thighs as you were coming down the stairs.  I must say that that is an impressive looking brush.  Looks like it will get a boys attention”.   
          “Yes it is, an ebony hairbrush, a real antique.  So Jenifer you told him that if he misbehaved you would have to give him a birthday spanking.  That sounds like a good idea as he misbehaved and it is his birthday.  Why don’t you take a seat on the chair Thomas so nicely brought into us and we will start with you giving him a nice birthday spanking”, Mom said
          Jennifer seated herself and adjusted her skirt and looked at Tommy and said  “It seems that you have earned a birthday spanking and I am going to give it to you.
           Please Jen, don’t spank me. This is so embarrassing., Tommy pleaded”.
          Mom seated herself on the sofa and adjusted her skirt to get comfortable.  She asked Jennifer “How is a person usually dressed when they get their original birthday spanking”?
          Jennifer thought, while my eyes popped out.  I started blushing so much I looked and felt like an electric burner on high.  Jennifer looked at me and laughed out loud.  “Why they are naked of course,” she laughed.
          Mom simply told me, “Strip for your birthday spanking.  If you are not naked in one minute Jennifer and I will undress you”
          In fifty seconds I was standing naked by Jennifers’ left side.  “Change sides, I am right handed she added.  As I walked around her she asked if I was happy to see her,” as I was quite aroused.  When I got to her side she pulled me down across her lap and adjusted me to the position she wanted.  “Let’s see, he is eighteen years old. Some added for good luck and some more good health. I will add a bunch more to help you be better in the future about treating your girlfriend like you did.
          “ I like the way you think”, my Mom added.  Jennifer raised her hand and started counting the smacks.  At three I was saying “ouch”. At ten I was starting to beg her to not spank so hard, at eighteen she said, and now 10 for each of the other categories, when she stopped, I was crying lightly.  She really knew how to spank and that was just with her hand. 
          Mom then stood and told Jennifer that she was going to give me a good birthday spanking also.  With that she pulled me over her lap and started spanking immediately.  She counted to eighteen and stopped.  I was crying outright.  She then laid on another thirty hard spanks and then I was told to put my nose in the corner again.
          Jennifer and Mom chatted about me and Mom told her about how I was always needing to be spanked.  She said that she had left work early today with the idea of taking me out for dinner to celebrate tonight.  I guess I will call take out and send him to bed early right afterwards.  Would you like to stay and eat with us.  Tommy is now without clothes until bedtime so it will be good punishment for him to be naked while life goes on around him.  I sobbed loud enough that mom heard.  See he is learning while still in the corner.
           Jennifer called and her mom said that staying for dinner and a birthday celebration was all right so she and Mom continued chatting.  The chatting turned to mom’s hairbrush and Jennifer was handling it, smacking her palm and thigh and stated that she really was going to need to find one of these somewhere.  Mom said that E Bay had them every now and then and the prices were very reasonable. 
   Shortly there after, I was called out of the corner to face them on the sofa.  As I stood before them his arousal again became apparent.  Jennifer told me that she was now going to spank me for real.  She got up and seated herself on the chair and told me to “get into position”.  I did and soon I was begging and dancing across her lap.  The brush raised and fell, creating fire everywhere it landed.  I was crying freely, trying to cover up my bottom with my right hand.  Jennifer stopped and got him over her left thigh and pinned his legs with her right leg.  She grabbed my right hand and pinned it up on his back so he could not move.  She started again.  The brush moving continually to strike another spot on his bottom, each spot was now glowing bright red, after another 3 minutes she stopped.  He was just laying limp across her lap and not moving other than sobbing and trying to catch his breath, Jen let me lay there for a few minutes and then ordered me up and back to the corner.  I went willingly, anything to stop that brush from falling.  In a few minutes they both came over and examined my back side.  Jennifer said, “Wow, that looks really sore and blisters are developing”.
          Mom said,  “he has been a lot sorer than this, but I think we should spread some skin cream on his back side to remoisten it so that too many blisters will not develop and cause pressure bleeding.  Take him across your lap again while I get some lotion for you to apply.  Mom left to get the lotion and Jen sat down on the chair again and called me to her.  I hurried over, hoping that she would not notice I was becoming aroused again.  I quickly laid down and when she adjusted me my arousal becan to grow harder and harder.  “Well now”, Jen said as she felt it pushing against her thighs,  I wiggled trying to get it to move where she might not feel it.  She pushed me off her lap and stood looking down on me.  I rolled over and my backside met the carpet.  “Ouch” I cried and I quickly stood up.  Now my arousal was right in front of  Jen’s eyes.  She looked at it and told me I was a very naughty boy and she was going to enjoy watching my Mom give me a real good hard spanking.  I tried to put my hands over it but as soon as I touched it started to shoot right on Jens’ blouse and skirt.  I started crying and begged her to forgive me just as my Mom came back with the lotion.  She went and got some paper towels to wipe off her clothes,  She smiled at Jennifer and told her, “if he starts to get aroused give him a few smacks.  Usually that will make it go down.  If it doesn’t and he climaxes it is a much smaller cleaning job”.
          Mom handed me a paper towel and told me to clean my penis so I would not stain her skirt when I went back across her lap for lotion.  I did while Jen watched and checked to be sure I got it all.
          Jen told me, “get over again”.  I did and she gently rubbed a lot of lotion on my backside.  It felt cool and the rubbing seemed to take some of the sting away.  When she finished I stood again and she asked me if I was sorry for continuing to kiss her when I knew she wanted me to stop.  I told her “Yes, I am very sorry”.  She told me I was forgiven but I should never do it again or she would spank me much harder than today’s.  Jen got up and moved me to the right side of the chair and patted my backside and she went and sat on the sofa.  “Now I am going to enjoy the next part of the show”, she said as she made herself comfortable and crossed her legs.  Mom picked up the hairbrush and moved to the chair and sat down.
           As Mon sat down and looked at me, I started begging.  “Please Mom, I am so sore, I cannot stand any more,”  “You can and you will”, Mom said and she pulled me over her left thigh and trapped me with her right leg over my legs.  She pinned my arm up on my back and raised the brush high and slapped it down.  I sounded like a firework going off and the sting was so bad I cried out.  “Normally I would start slow and then build up in speed and hardness.  I think tonight I will just spank as hard and fast as I can for 3 or 4 minutes and then stop to see how the spanking  is working.  Jen does your watch have a second hand. How long until it hits twelve”.  “Fifteen seconds,” she answered.   “Good”, Mom said,  “count down from five  seconds and then say when 3 minutes have past.     
          Mom was resting the brush on my backside.  Jen counted,” “five, four, three, two, one and the spanking started,  the pain was ridiculous.  It seemed my bottom was being smacked, more than once a second and my mom continued to move the brush all around my bottom.  I was dancing as best I could, but being pinned in like that, was not very much but I was crying a lot and begging for her to stop.  I looked at Jen and she was open mouthed watching and every few smacks she checked her watch.  With about a minute left I was completely worn out.  Just laying across her lap and absorbing each smack without struggling at all.   Jen called “three minutes in five, four, three, two, one and time.  Mom stopped and put her hand on my bottom,  “yes”, she said.  Now that is a well spanked bottom.  Jen got up and put her hands on my bottom and agreed with Mom.  I still lay very still on her lap trying to catch my breath.  All that yelling and crying had taken the wind out of me.  She let me lie there for another minute or so and then told me to get up and go to the corner.  They watched my very red bottom as I walked back to the corner.  Mom and Jen discussed what to get for supper.  It appeared that pizza won out.  Jen laughingly said that it will remind us of his spanking as his bottom looks like a pizza now.  They also ordered a cake from a bakery and ice cream to go with it.  A half hour later the food was delivered and I was allowed to join them in the kitchen.  I brought back the chair from the living room and gently set my bottom on it   I was hungry, sore  and still embarrassed.  After Pizza, Mom put candles on the cake and they sang happy birthday to me.  Jen started to ask if I wanted another birthday spanking but Mom cut her off.  I think the punishment spankings are over and even a gentle spanking would seem like a punishment one to him with his bottom so red and sore.  We enjoyed the cake and ice cream and then we sat around and talked about college and high school graduation plans.  Then mom had me over her lap again and she applied a nice thick layer of skin cream and she rubbed it in very nicely.  Then I went up stairs to bed and about 5 minutes later they both came in and sat on the edge of the bed and we discussed why I had been spanked tonight.  Then they both kissed me good night and Mom and Jen went back downstairs and continued to chat and laugh .  I listened until I fell asleep which was only a few minutes.  I slept well though I had a recurring dream of Jennifer coming to our house to give me spankings.. Darned if I didn’t soil the sheet last night.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Saturday Afternoon Spanking


       I stood in my thought spot.  After a spanking I was always told to stand there and think about why I had been spanked.  During the spanking, Ms Ryan had paused the spanking a few times to discuss the reason I was over her lap again.  Experience had shown me that I needed to remember everything that she had told me while she spanked my bare bottom very hard with that brush that my mom had given her after my first problem at the office.
         Ms Ryan was a close friend of my mom and I had graduated college with a degree in Business Management.  The problem was that I could not get a job because I had no experience in the field.  After a year of pretty much laying around and going to an occasional job interview with the same, “come and apply after you have a few years experience”, result that they always ended in.  Mom called Ms Ryan and asked her to hire me to get the experience I needed.  At the end of my first week she called my mom and told her she was going to fire me.  He is always hitting on the sales representatives in the office, they are complaining and I guess I will have no choice but to fire him.  Mom came in.  It was almost noon on a Saturday and the Sales Reps were just leaving when she arrived.  Ms Ryan had asked me to report to her in the back office at noon.  I was miffed because I knew everyone else was going home to enjoy the rest of the weekend.   I was surprised to see my mom when she walked into the back office.  She walked over to me and took me by my ear to the nearest she could get me to a corner.  My mom put me in the corner I knew I was going to be very sorry in a short amount of time.  My Mom still believed that the way to a naughty boys behavior problem was with a good application of a hairbrush to his bare bottom while over her knee.  Yes I realize that I am kind of old for this but she has always just continued with spanking me.  She always said, “If something works do not change it”.
          “Well now Colleen, what seems to be the problem”, my mom asked her.  Ms. Ryan was smiling at me when she looked at me and told Mom how I had been hitting on the Sales Representatives that worked in the office and that was not very business like for a management person.  She said that she had talked to me before but I had continued to make inappropriate remarks and that she was ready to fire me at this point.  Mom told her, “it seemed that Tommy lacks the discipline that is needed to handle this job and that she would be glad to show her how she disciplines me at home’.  I glanced over my shoulder and saw that mom was reaching into her pocket book and that she was taking out her real old hairbrush that she had recently replaced at home with a new ebony brush that she had bought on e-bay.  I gulped when I saw that old brush and pleaded, “please Mom, not in front of Ms Ryan.  Please don’t spank me”.
             “ You know when you are in your quiet spot that you are to not speak or look anywhere else.  Look at the wall there while Ms Ryan and I decide what will happen with you.” Mom sternly said.  “Colleen, I wonder if you would be willing to take up the  discipline that Tommy needs to succeed in management.  I will show you right now how to give him a needed spanking and I will give to you my old hairbrush which is still very capable of getting his complete attention.”
          “ I must admit that a few times while he has been working her I have wanted to smack him to get his attention and even wished I could give him a good spanking like my mom used to give my brothers when they got out of hand,” Ms Ryan said.
           “Well it seems that this could be a good application for both of you to use to bring about a change in the way he does his job.  I will show you how I spank him and when he is ready I will have you add the true discipline part of his punishment,” Mom said as she moved a straight back chair  to a place where Ms Ryan would have the best view of the discipline my mom was about apply.
             “Tommy, take your pants and underwear down to your ankles and then come to me and Ms Ryan for your punishment,” she instructed me.
             Knowing that arguing with my mother was not a good idea, I undid my belt and pushed my pants and underwear down around my ankles.  I turned and started to hobble over to the chair where my Mom had just seated herself and Ms Ryan had seated her self against a table that was opposite the chair.  I could see my Mom patting the brush against her left hand as I hobbled over to them.  Ms Ryan chuckled out loud at the scene unfolding before her.  My Mom smiled at her and said, “yes, he looks silly shuffling along like that.  Oh, and look at the reaction he is having as he is about to be disciplined in front of you.  I assure you, that reaction is from nervousness and not sexual arousal.  A few slaps of the hairbrush and that will pass quickly.  Tommy, please turn to Colleen and tell her how sorry you are that she is need of disciplining you for your behavior.”
          “Knowing that arguing would do no good and blushing so red I could feel the heat raising my hair off of my for head I turned and faced Ms Ryan.   I looked at the floor in front of me and started to speak.  “I am sorry Ms Ryan that I have not …
            “You look at her, not the floor, when you are talking to your boss,” my Mom commanded.
             I slowly moved my eyes upward and I took in this strong woman who was about to become my disciplinarian at work, if I still had a job after the session.  Very sensible low heeled shoes, fantastic legs, a business appropriate tight skirt that was cut about 3 inches above her knee, nice rounded hips and a silly striped sweater that she wore when working in the back office as it was chillier there than the rest of the offices, and an amused smile on her face as she watched my arousal become even harder as it started to bend back.  “ I am sorry Ms Ryan that I have disappointed you and that you are having to take time to discipline me.   I will try harder in the future to act appropriately if you will keep me on and not fire me.  I really need this job.”
             Ms Ryan raised her eyes and looked me in the face and said, “we will see after your spanking is over and you have time to think about the reasons why you are now being disciplined here today.  If I feel there is a lesson being taught then you will continue in your job but any infractions in business content will end in more spankings. Are you clear on that?”
              “Yes Ma’am,” I almost sobbed.  I was completely humiliated by what was about to happen.
               “All right, Thomas , Move to the right side of my chair”, Mom ordered. When I stood there she stood up and reseated herself making sure that she had free movement, not restricted by her dress she was wearing.  When she was comfortable she looked at me and told me, “get into position”.  I  gently lowered myself across her lap, her left thigh just above my belly button and her right thigh, halfway under my thighs.  With her left hand she pulled me tighter against her  and she patted my bottom with that horrible brush.  “Hold tight to the rungs on the chair and do not interfere with the spanking that you are about to get.  You know that that will lead to another spanking later on,” she added looking at Ms Ryan who seemed mesmerized at the scene that was unfolding in front of her.  Ms Ryan nodded her approval.
             Mom raised the hairbrush high and brought it down with full force.  My right buttock exploded with pain and heat as the brush gave its first lesson.  Then the left got the same attention. I reacted with a sorrowful owww and the spanks started landing about one every two or three seconds.  I was owwing with each one and starting to dance on my mom’s lap.  She stopped and had me stand.  “See Colleen,  the arousal has decided it did not want to stay around for this,” Mom pointed out.  Mom adjusted her dress again and smoothed out the wrinkles then ordered me, “back in position,” I lowered myself again and the spanking started again.  This time about one smack every second.  I was whining now and starting to beg Mom to stop.  I was promising better behavior in the future.  I looked at Ms Ryan to see if I was getting any sympathy from her.  She looked like she was enjoying my predicament very much.
             Mom told Colleen that she was about to give the final build up to her part of the spanking.  She had her stand closer so she could see my bottom.  Mom explained, “see how the hairbrush has now colored the bottom to a nice bright red. The next part of the spanking will be given as hard and fast as I can administer them.  The attention will be from the bottom half of the cheeks to the top of the thighs where they join.  This is the sit spot on guys.  I will give him fifty spanks. By then he will be begging for the spanking to stop.  That means that the real spanking is ready to start and that is when I will have you take over”.
             Mom raised the brush and the spanking felt like it was just starting all over again.  I screamed,  I begged,  I kicked my legs up and down but I did not dislodge myself from her lap.  I raised my right hand and started to put it back to protect my poor bottom.  The spanking stopped at once.
              “ You were told to not put your hands in the way of the spanking so put your right hand back on your bottom palm up,” she told me.  I started to beg.   She cut my protest off, “You know what you were told, now put your hand there,”  I slowly complied.  She grabbed my wrist and firmly held my palm in place on the top of my sore bottom.  Five quick hard spanks with the brush on my palm made me very sorry for trying to cover up.  My tears were flowing, and Mom told me,  “hold the chair rungs again”.  I managed. 
           The brush again fell hard and fast, turning my lower bottom and upper thighs into a raging inferno.(so it felt).  I screamed and begged,  “PULEEAASSEEEE< stop spanking me,  I have learned my lesson.  I will never do that again”.  Mom stopped and had me stand up.  She stood and handed the hairbrush to Ms Ryan.
             Mom stepped over to the table and set on the edge of it and Ms Ryan came and sat down on the chair.  She felt the back of the hairbrush and told my mom that it was very warm.  She tried moving a little bit this and that way and decided she was in position.  She leaned back a little and told me to get into position.  I looked at her with tears running down my cheeks and slowly got over her lap as my mom had shown her my position should be.  I immediately felt a difference from being over my mom’s knee.  Ms Ryan was not wearing pantyhose or stockings.  The warmth was more than usual for me and I started to get aroused.  Ms Ryan immediately had me stand so she could see what was rubbing her thigh and there it was growing before her eyes.  My Mom told her to spread her legs a little more so it would not rub on her while the spanking was going and that she should check after a few spanks to see that it had gone away.  “I will “, She said, and then added, “over you go to position again”, she said.  She patted my bottom a couple of times and then she started smacking.  My God, that hurt.  The tears came immediately and I was howling like a banshee.  The smacks were fast and accurate building layers of heat on my already burning bottom. . She stopped and had me stand.  She checked and sure enough my arousal was long gone.  “Over,” she said and I went back across her lap. After just a few minutes I was kicking and squirming but not dislodging or covering my backside.  She stopped. 





She looked to my Mom and said I think he is ready for me to finish the spanking.  Mom came close and told her, “Yes, fifty hard and fast with the intention being the sit spot”.  Ms Ryan lifted the brush way up and started smacking.  I held my end by screaming, begging and squirming.  After 20 very fast ones I had just been worn out.  I just lay there sobbing and trying to breath normal.  After the fifty smacks were finished she told me to stand and go to the quiet spot and put my nose to the wall and think about why your were spanked.  In a few minutes we will go over why and how you can avoid further sessions.  I hobbled there and did what she told me.  Mom and Ms Ryan sat and chatted for a while and then called me back.  I had thought hard and I listed all of the things I had done wrong and then they told me that was good.  Ms Ryan said that Mom and her had talked over about my job and that I would be allowed to keep it but they wanted to know how I was going to avoid future problems.  I told them that I would respect the sales representatives and try to always be polite.  Ms Ryan and Mom both agreed that that would be a help.  Ms Ryan said that I could pull my pants up again and that I should know that my Mom was giving her that old hairbrush and that she would keep it in the table drawer.  Any problems would be dealt with that evening after work and if I didn’t completely cooperate Mom would be glad to come in to give me a double spanking if needed.  They both said, “do you understand, this past behavior is not going to be capable for you at anytime. Now come and give us both a hug and thank us for caring enough to discipline you”.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

                                  Back Home Again                                    


        It was Saturday evening around seven thirty PM when I came close to her door,  I laid down my suitcase and duffle bag and knocked on the door.  After a minute or so, my mom opened the door and looked at me. Then her eyes wandered to my bags I had set on the stoop and she said, “All right, what happened?”  “May I come in “ I asked?  “Sure,” she said, “but leave your bags on the stoop for now, at least until I find out what happened and why.   Have a seat in the kitchen and we will have a discussion”, as she pulled out a kitchen chair from the table and she indicated that I should also.  I seated myself and looked at her.  “She threw me out,  after only two months of marriage and she said it was over and she had already talked to her lawyer and was having divorce papers drawn up.  To make things worse, as I work for her dad, he fired me this afternoon and told me to go to our apartment and pack my bags and to be sure I didn’t take anything I shouldn’t, he had a security guy escort me out of the business and then to the apartment where my wife(?) let me in and they watched me pack my bags, took my keys for the apartment, our car, and the business.  That was early this afternoon.  I had no money, just my bags so I was lucky enough to hitch a ride back to our neighborhood and walked the last four blocks to your house.  I am out, down and have no prospects for the near future .  You know I hate to beg but I really need a place to stay and regroup myself to try and get a new life going.  Yes, I know you advised me against getting married to her and also you were very angry at the expensive engagement ring I gave her.  Yes I know it wiped out my savings, but as they say,  that is in the past and all I can do now is learn from those mistakes and try and start over,  I added”.
        I could see the steam rising from around her collar and her face was turning red from anger.  “I warned you about her.  Such a daddy's spoiled girl I had never met in my life.  I figured the first time you said no to her for anything she would throw you out, but no, you would not listen to me, now see what it has gotten you.  I assume you have learned enough to not try to fight the devorce.  You have nothing and everything she has is still in her name I would assume?” she continued to vent but paused and looked at me as if waiting for me to answer her question.  I gulped, I told her, “ No,
 I will not contest it at all.  I probably forgot to mention that she had me sign a form saying that although we were married what I had was mine and what she had was hers until we reached or fifth anniversary and only then would we have community joint earnings and property.  As I was so in love and thought the marriage would last forever I signed it.  The security guy just shook hi head and called me a schmuck when he dumped me and my luggage in front of the apartment.”
          “ So now you are coming back home to your Momma, looking for security and wisdom plus a roof over your head and a meal ticket while you get yourself back together to face the world again.  All of this is after you ignored my warnings about this girl to you.  You told me you knew that this was true love and that it was time to get away from my controls.  Well it sure did not work out the way you thought did you?  I will allow you to move in, but it will be under the same restrictions you had before.  You let me know where you are going.  Who you are with,  You will get a job and work and you will help out around the house.  The spankings will br part of the solution and you will accept my discipline without argument.  If I tell you, you need a spanking you will co-operate or you will be out on the street.  You obviously need a firm hand to get yourself together again.  Do you agree with this? She asked”.  I started to argue.  She just pointed with her finger and started to tell me to get out,  When I stammered,  “I have no choice,  I agree,” I said.  I almost cried.  I was a truly beaten man or boy depending on how you looked at it.  My mom smiled and told me to get my bags and bring them to my old room and that she would make me something for supper.
        As I was putting my things away I heard my Mom walking down the hall to her room.  She changed to her nightdress and I heard her rummaging through her dresser drawer.  “Ah”, she said as she closed the drawer again, “we got work to do to straighten this boy out again.  Come along with me”.  I watched as she walked past the door lightly tapping her thigh with that big black hairbrush that I hated so much until the day after supper I left to get married.   “I will have some supper for you in about ten minutes.  Please do not be late”, she said as she walked past the door.  I looked at the clock.  I hurried and found the pajama bottoms and top that she called my punishment pj’s although I never wore them when being punished but an after supper spanking always ended with me going to bed for the night.  It was frightening but reassuring to be back home again.  If I was real careful, this might be just what I need to get myself back on tract.  I looked at the time.  Walked down stairs and could smell Macaroni and cheese, my favorite, as I walked back into the kitchen.  The hairbrush was on the counter by the back door where mom always kept it and she was seated at the table waiting to dish out the mac and cheese.  She smiled when she saw I was in my spanking pj’s.  I settled into a chair and we had supper.  Small chat went back and forth.  Neither of us had to talk about what was going to happen after supper as it was a two to three times weekly occurrence in this house.  After supper I cleaned the dishes while she put away the leftovers. 
         After finishing the dishes, she told me it was time to start our new training program and she moved her chair into the middle of the kitchen.  She told me, “ bring me my hairbrush”.  I got it from the end of the counter and I walked back to stand in front of her.  She said, “it has been a while since your last spanking.  It seems that you are in need of close supervision again and I am going to make sure you are supervised.  I do this to show you that I still love and care about you.  Now take off your pj’s and place them neatly on your chair”.  I removed my pj’s and folded them neatly and  I placed them on my chair.  I turned and walked back to her.
        She was adjusting her position on the chair so that she had full movement of her arms and legs.  I stood there watching her move and of course the embarrassment combined with how attractive my mom really was started a reaction in me.  It caught her eye and she stopped moving and stared at it.  I wanted to get across her lap so bad to stop her looking at it, but she watched it until it was so hard that it was starting to bend backwards some.  She said, "I see that you still get aroused before a spanking.  Well I will take care of that after a few swats, now get across my lap so I can teach you a proper lesson”. I laid over.  She adjusted me so my arousal fell on the fabric of her night dress between her legs.  She had me grip the rungs of the chair she was sitting on and admonished me,”do not let go and try to block the swat of my brush.  The lesson must me undeterred”.  With that she placed the brush on my back and rubbed my bottom with her hands.  She said, “Ah, soft just like a baby’s backside.  I fear this is really going to hurt as your bottom is not used to the hairbrush at all anymore.  It is too bad that you need such a serious correction tonight, but a correction needs to be severe tonight as you are so messed up and have many lessons to learn”.  With that she picked up the brush and lightly slapped both cheeks.  I tensed as that already hurt.
        "Now it starts", she said as she lifted the brush high and brought it down with a resounding smack on my upper left cheek.  “AAHHH,” I shuddered, then the right cheek. Again I shuddered, “AAAHH”, then she really started to lay them on.  Always just overlapping a previous spank.  The ow’s were flying as fast as the spanks.  Then the pleading started.  “Please Mom.  I have learned my lesson,  Owee, Mom,  Please”,  the spanks continued.  I was trying to hold still but my bottom was dancing around on her lap so much that she stopped.  "Stand up:, she ordered.  I sobbed but complied.  She pulled her nightdress up and had me straddle her right knee.  She pulled me down capturing my right leg under hers.  She tightened her grip and had me put my right arm up on my back.  She grabbed my thumb and pulled my arm up my back and caught her elbow behind my neck.  I could no move at all.  Then it started again, as hard and as fast as she could spank me.  I lost all control.  I was crying like a baby.  I could not kick or wiggle.  She was in complete control.  She again stopped.  My bottom was burning,  I could hardly breath from all the screaming and crying I had been doing.  There was a knock on the door.  Mrs. Brown from next door was checking to see if everything was all right as she heard screaming coming from inside.   Mom told her to come in as it is not locked.  Mrs. Brown saw me across mom’s lap with red bottom and red face looking at her.  Oh, she said,  I didn’t know Tommy was home again.  Ok.  I will be going and she closed the door and left with a smile on her face. 
        "All right, now to finish up", mom said and she started a whole new assault on my upper thighs and where the thighs and bottom meet.  I was beyond crying, beyond kicking.  I just lay there and took it.  When she finished she kept me lying over her lap for a while.  Slowly rubbing my throbbing bottom.  When I was able to talk again she asked,” have you learned your lesson”?   I told her, “Yes Mom, I have”.  She asked if it was a hard lesson, I told her probably one of the hardest ever.  She asked if I wanted her to repeat this lesson on another evening.  I cried,  “Please mom.  Don’t.  “All right, stand up, she said.  I stood.  She looked at the floor between her legs.  “You lost control” she said.   “That is good.  The lesson seems to have been well taught.”
  Get some paper towels and clean up that mess".  "Yes Ma’am", I told her and I went to get some paper towels.  She stood and moved the chair back and placed the hairbrush on the end of the counter again.  I wiped up the mess and then got some floor cleaner and washed the area.  She went to the cabinet and got some skin cream.  She pulled out the chair again and told me to get over her lap again so she could put some skin cream on my hot, dry skin.  It felt wonderful.  I realized I was becoming aroused again.  I was pretty sure that she knew I was also.    
        Well it is too early to send you to bed.  I think you should spend some time thinking about the spanking you got tonight and also how you are going to improve yourself.  I will make some tea and we can discuss this evening over it, before you go to bed..  she turned on the kettle,  I went to the corner that I knew ever so well from all of the time a stood thinking about my behavior.  As I was thinking I remembered Mrs Brown coming in to find out what all the yelling was about.  Mrs brown had baby sat for me quite a few times when i was 17 and 18 years old at my moms request.  She also knows how to apply a hairbrush I remembered.  Darn, there goes that arousal again.  The chat went well.  I just agreed to everything my mom said.  At the end she said that it was nice to have me home again and that she would strive to help me be a better man and not just influenced by my sex drive.   I wonder what she meant by that.


This is actually a prequel to the spanking drawing that I included with this story.  I think Tommy is going to be needing a lot of spanking to get him so he can be on his own again sometime in the future.  Who knows, maybe his mom will pick an understanding girl for him.