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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”.


  1. great story. enjoyable.

  2. Great story and drawing.

  3. Really great story and accompanying picture, Tommy. I do like a little workplace discipline, and to have that backed up at home as well is just the icing on the cake!

  4. thanks for the comments folks. a new drawoing is almost ready and i hope to have it on in the next week or 10 days/