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.
