Spank fetish

I don’t know for sure but things seem different now
than they were back in the middle class neighborhood
where I grew up. There were things you did and things
you didn’t. And things if you did, then you did, if
you catch my drift.

I remember that every autumn our neighborhood in
‘Jersey had a yard sale. Since the proceeds were going
to charity, everybody had to participate, even us
boys. I remember very clearly one particular sale. I
guess I was about 17 at the time.

I liked my weekend time with my buddies, but my mom
had volunteered that she and my brother and I would
help set up the tables for the sale. So we, and a
group of other guys and their moms, worked most of the
morning setting things up. I had been showing off a
bit to the younger guys by carrying a table by myself
and just generally horsing around. I especially liked
to give my older brother a hard time. He was always so
reserved. You’ve got to have a little fun don’t you? I
caught a sidelong glance from my mom at one point so I
toned it down a bit.

One of the guys helping us was Wally Watson, a college
guy about four years older than me. He had been a
sports star just as I had started high school. Just
the clean cut boy next door type – tall blond and
athletic. He and his two brothers, who were just
slightly different versions of him.

Mom and I found ourselves at the Watson table checking
to see if there was anything that we needed to buy. We
were getting the hard sell from Mrs. Watson, Wally’s
mom. “Don’t go yet. I just thought of something you
may need,” Mrs. Watson said playfully. She rummaged
through a cardboard box and brought out the mangiest
looking hairbrush I had ever seen.

My mom laughed and said, “Things might not be going
full speed at the store, but I don’t need to buy my
hairbrushes or tooth brushes second hand, at least not
yet.”

Mrs. Watson laughed as well and said, “Oh, I didn’t
mean for grooming, Anne.” She turned her sinister
smile toward me and continued, “I meant for blistering
Tom’s backside when he needs it.”

Now let me tell you I was not laughing. My mom was no
slacker when it came to delivering a spanking, but it
had been some time since I had felt her hand,
hairbrush, or anything else, and I was NOT interested
in doing so any time soon, thank you very much.

Mrs. Watson was still talking about that damned
hairbrush. “Old wooden hairbrushes are hard to find. I
have one almost the same at home and it is very
effective. It really stings doesn’t it, Wally?”

Now Wally had to be about twenty-one years old, but by
his deep blushing, I thought that it couldn’t have
been that long ago that Wally had last felt that
hairbrush. “Yes ma’am, it’s a real bugger,” muttered
Wally under his breath.

My mom then picked up the hairbrush and noted its
large flat mahogany back and its nice big oval shape.
“Well, what do you think, Tom?” he asked me. “Is this
what you need to make you toe the line?”

I guess I muttered something under my breath. Mom just
smiled and said to Mrs. Watson, “It sounds as if
neither of our sons are enjoying this conversation.”

I can understand Tom’s hesitation,” said Mrs. Watson,
“if you have the same rule as I do at my house. That
rule is that any new paddle, strap, hairbrush, or
whatever is immediately tested on all three of my sons
and rated for its effectiveness.”

My mom didn’t respond right away and I couldn’t
believe what I had just heard. Mom asked, “You mean
that you don’t wait until they foul up, you just go
home and try it out?”

“Exactly,” said Mrs. Watson. “It won’t have any
deterrent effect unless they know just how much it
hurts.”

Much to my embarrassment my mom said, “There’s no
arguing with that. It’s just that I’ve never heard of
the idea before. Especially since your sons are known
throughout the neighborhood as being so well behaved.
Sure I blister Tom’s and his brother’s backsides when
they need it, but I’ve never taken a pre-emptive
strike as it were.”

Now it was Wally Watson’s turn to be embarrassed as
his mom said, “Well, I do and have for years. That’s
one of the reasons that the boys are so well behaved.
Those periodic reminders help to keep their natural
tendencies in check. In fact, I also do it whenever I
get around to oiling some of my old thick leather
straps and belts. I never seem to have the time to oil
them often enough. I did oil an old leather home-made
tawse this morning and told all three boys to be ready
for a good session tonight.”

Wally looked very uncomfortable.

“Wally here is 20, and his brothers are 19 and 22. But
they know the rules, and as long as they live in the
house with me, they know that means corporal
punishment from time to time. Sure, it’s humiliating
to them, but in their hearts they know it’s for their
own good.”

“And you really let them have it?” asked Mom.

“Tell you what, Anne,” said Mrs. Watson, “if you want
to come over tonight at around ten, I’ll show you how
I do it. I leave it that late because normally when
the session is over, the boys just want to cry
themselves to sleep.”

“Thanks for the offer. If you and your boys don’t
mind, I think I’ll take you up on it.”

Wally was getting more and more distressed as his
mother was calmly discussing the fact that, even at
age 20, he was subject to old fashioned bare-bottom
discipline. I was really getting interested but also
getting a little uncomfortable as my mom was becoming
very intent, hanging on Mrs. Watson’s every word. I
hoped she wasn’t getting any ideas about OUR family.

“Oh,” said Mrs. Watson,” the boys won’t mind. They
know I set the parameters for their discipline
sessions. In fact, you can bring Tom if you like.”

Well! Imagine the sight of Wally and his brothers
getting their bare butts strapped and I might just get
to watch the whole thing! I must have been getting
excited. I know I must have gotten an excited smile on
my face because Wally looked straight at me and his
voice almost broke when he said to his mom, “I don’t
care if you want Mrs. Stewart to watch, but not Tommy
– He’s just a kid!”

The change in Mrs. Watson’s tone was immediate. “Don’t
presume to tell me who will or will not be present for
your spankings. Go get the mate to this hairbrush,
then go to your room and be ready when we ALL get
there.”

Wally’s face was very red and he glared at me as he
sighed and turned to trudge into the house.

Now I WAS excited. I was going to see Wally’s bare
bottom get a hairbrush spanking from his mom and I
wouldn’t even have to wait until ten that evening.
Then I was disappointed to hear my mom say, “Sorry for
being the indirect cause of this. Tom and I will be
off and let you do what you have to do.”

I immediately heartened, however, when Mrs. Watson
said, “No need to apologize. It was my son who stepped
out of line. I’d certainly appreciate it if you’d both
come in and see Wally get taken down a peg or two. I’d
especially like Tom to be there. ”

Mrs. Watson got a neighbor to mind the booth, since
she needed to have a “chat” with Wally. I followed my
mom and Mrs. Watson into the house and upstairs to
Wally’s room.

When we entered the room Wally had completely
stripped. He was facing the wall, the hairbrush in his
hand. What a sight that was! Most of Wally’s body was
still dark from the summer, but not his bottom cheeks.
They were gleaming white. My face felt flushed, almost
as if I had a fever. I guess I did in a way.

“Well at least you came to your senses long enough to
remember the rules about being ready for a spanking.”
Mrs. Watson said as she moved a chair from the desk to
the center of the available floor space. “Come on.
Over my lap. Let’s get started.”

As Wally turned around, walking toward his mom seated
in the chair, I could tell he was mortified with
humiliation. He kept his eyes downcast. I knew he
could see my mom and me but he didn’t say anything. He
placed himself over his mom’s lap. His mom shifted the
embarrassed young man’s weight carefully. Mrs. Watson
took her time getting those white buns in just the
right position for the spanking.

I glanced at my mom. She was intent on the scene being
played out in front of us. She looked as though she
was taking mental notes. I was getting just a little
dubious about the whole thing when Mrs. Watson began
the spanking. Then I was completely lost in the
amazing sight right there before me.

Mrs. Watson didn’t say a word. She just took the
hairbrush from Wally and started spanking her son’s
lilly white ass, alternating cheeks with each swat.
All of those blows were very low down on the ass
cheeks, and were they ever applied most vigorously.

After the first five or so swats both cheeks were
starting to turn red. The sounds of that brush
smacking Wally’s rump was incredible. After the next
five, Wally started to squirm a little. After another
five Wally was saying “Oh!” a lot. By the end of an
additional thirty-five, Wally’s butt cheeks were
scarlet and he was crying and doing a lot of
squirming. Yet I noticed, and I saw that my mom did
too, that Wally took great care to present his bottom
for its blistering.

I knew that I always had a hard time keeping my bottom
in position for spanking from my mom and I never had a
spanking like this. Mrs. Watson said, “I see I now
have your attention. Are you now ready to apologize to
Mrs. Stewart and to Tom?”

Mrs. Watson ignored Wally’s muttered positive
response. She immediately started applying the
hairbrush harder than ever, right on the butt crack
where it touched the two ovals already red from the
original onslaught. After twenty-five ferocious
whacks, Wally’s mom asked again, “Are you now ready to
apologize?”

Poor Wally was crying so hard that he couldn’t speak
right away.

He just nodded vigorously, before blurting out a
baleful YES.

“Okay,” said Mrs. Watson as she stood her sobbing son
on his uncertain feet, “Go over and tell each of them
that you are sorry that your mom had to spank you
because of your poor manners.” Wally was facing away
from my mom and me as his mother spoke to him. What a
sight that was! His quivering back tapering down to
the start of the bulbous milky white buns which now
were mostly a bright red as my fascinated eyes moved
down to the scarlet underside of Wally’s buns. They
looked positively hot, even as though they were on
fire.

As Wally turned, I noticed that his face was red too,
but not nearly as red as his backside. Wally had been
turned into a much younger looking boy whose red-hot
bottom and tear-stained face and sobbing voice made it
clear that he was genuinely very sorry indeed. My mom
clearly felt sorry for Wally, and as soon as she heard
the apology, she nodded her head in acceptance.

I, on the other hand, was still relishing Wally’s
whole predicament. The idea that this full-grown young
man had to apologize to me, a young kid really, who
had just watched him get his bottom thoroughly and
humiliatingly blistered as well as the excitement of
the scene itself must have put one giant ear-to-ear
smirk on my face.

Now I don’t think that I was a sadistic little bastard
but I must have been feeling that way because as soon
as Wally had apologized I laughed and said, “Wait ’til
I tell the guys about THIS!” The look from my mother
was withering, but Wally just sighed and walked over
to his mom. And I got another good look at that
fantastically red bottom.

Mrs. Watson handed Wally the hairbrush and told him to
ask Mrs. Stewart to reinforce the lesson. I heard
another resigned sigh as Wally turned and shuffled
over to my mom to ask her for a spanking. “Sure Wally,
I know the value of a spanking as a learning
experience and I’ll be pleased to discipline you…”

Oh! Wow! I was going to see Wally get it from Mom! Now
you see I had had plenty of spankings from Mom but I
had never seen her give one, even to my brothers. Mom
always kept our spankings private. I certainly hoped
that no one would ever see me get a spanking!

My mom continued, “But not before I give my rude,
insensitive son a good bottom warming first. Stay
close, Wally, so you won’t miss a thing.” I could
hardly believe my ears.

“Come over here NOW Tom!” It was in such total
disbelief that I walked over to Mom pleading for her
not to give me the spanking I knew I richly deserved.

“Ok, strip and make it fast!” As I removed my pants
Mom said, “I am beginning to realize that humiliation
is all part of the deterrent value of punishment, and
I’m not about to forget it. Come on! Get a move on! We
are all waiting.”

I looked at Mom imploringly as I stood there in my
white briefs, vainly hoping that she would spare me
the indignity of getting it on the bare backside. No
such luck. “OFF!” barked Mom. So I dropped my
underpants. “I said to strip not drop them. That means
your shirt, shoes everything.”

“But at home…” I started. “Maybe you hadn’t noticed,
Tom, but you’re not at home. Since you apparently
think that what Wally went through was such great fun,
I’m not going to let you miss out on any of it!”

In a few seconds I was naked, in full view of Wally
and his mother, across my mother’s lap waiting for
that hairbrush to redden my very bare and well
positioned backside. Then my spanking started.

None of this alternating cheeks business for my mom.
Oh, no. She chose a spot right in the middle of my
white bottom just to the right of the crack just where
the cheeks curved down and she kept whacking and
whacking away. Before Mom had applied ten good
stinging swats my ass felt like it was on fire. I was
pleading for Mom to stop and I was starting to really
squirm. About ten more and I wasn’t keeping my cheeks
in position like Wally had at all. I was trying, at
least, to get Mom to put some swats in another spot.

Mom pulled me more firmly around the waist and said,
“Keep that bottom still and stick it up in position if
you know what is good for you, young man.” I gritted
my teeth as I stuck my burning backside up in the air
for more.

By about forty swats I was crying and kicking
uncontrollably but I kept my butt in the general
location at least. I was gaining real respect for
Wally’s ability to take a hairbrush spanking. “Now,
now,” said Mom in a soothing voice, “get it under
control. We’re finished with that spot for now. It’s
time we gave the other cheek a good taste of the
hairbrush.”

As soon as I had my crying more or less in check, my
other cheek got similar treatment. Mom kept swatting
the same spot this time on the left cheek until it was
as sore and burning as the right and I was crying
again. This time it took much longer for me to get it
under control.

Now both my cheeks felt as though I had sat on a red
hot skillet but just on the underside of my poor
tender butt. About then, my Mom asked me if I was
ready for the “clover leaf”, and she started the
spanking afresh. My ass was really on fire as she
started her deliberate fiendish routine.

This time the swats seemed to form four overlapping
ovals on my butt cheeks – two on the right and two on
the left. Mostly in a clockwise pattern. Sometimes
there would be one swat on each spot, sometimes two or
three. This pattern was repeated about nine times or
so it seemed. When I was sobbing uncontrollably, my
mom asked if I was ready to apologize to Wally and
made sure that I understood that the spanking would
continue until I said I was sorry. Was I ever sorry!

Mom then started giving the center of the overlapping
scarlet design on my rear the most intense rapid fire
hair-brushing I had ever felt. It was abundantly clear
to me that she was not going to let up until I uttered
something remotely understandable as “I’m sorry.” I
had tried, but the best I could come up with was
“Iowwww” or “sorieeeeeooowww!w” Finally I managed,
“plea.. soor sorry!” and Mom said, “Ok, then get up
and apologize properly.”

I slowly and painfully unfolded myself from Mom’s lap
and stumbled onto my feet. I turned to Wally and said
“I’m sorry (sob) I thought it was funny that you were
getting a spanking (sniffle). I’m sorry I said that
I’d tell the guys about it (sniff sniff). You saw my
mom spank me so you know I’m sore but I’m really
sorry, too. (more sobs).

It was really humiliating to give the apology that
way, almost unable to talk at all. Then I went over to
Mrs. Watson and apologized to her and went back to
where my mom was sitting. “Good boy. I am clearly
getting through to you. Now you will go over to
Wally’s mom and ask her if she would mind blistering
your bottom as a token of her acceptance of your
apology.”

I swallowed hard. How in the name of heaven could I
take another spanking? But I didn’t say anything. I
just meekly told Mrs. Watson that I was sorry and
would she mind please spanking my bottom. “Sure,” she
replied, “if that’s what your mom thinks you need,
just as soon as she finishes with Wally.”

“Ok, Wally,” Mom said, “let’s redden up your bottom
some more.”

With that Wally laid over my mom’s lap and got another
spanking almost identical to mine. I tried to think as
I watched Wally’s poor red bottom tremble and snap
with each swat, how his mom had smacked his backside
the first time. I knew that that was what was in store
for my too-slowly-cooling buns.

When Mom was finally done she gave Wally a few minutes
to cry it out and then said, “Ok, you can get up now.
I’m through with you. Now it’s your mom’s turn – or
maybe I should say it’s Tommy’s turn.” Wally then
stood up, politely thanked my mom, and rubbed his
obviously very sore aching backside.

I knew I was in serious trouble when Mrs. Watson sat
down in the chair with the menacing hairbrush in her
hand. I started to cry, but one look at my mom, not a
lick of sympathy there, and I knew I had to obey. So I
put myself slowly and carefully into position. My mom
told Mrs. Watson that she should not take pity on me
but deliver a spanking that was comparable to the one
she originally had given to Wally.

I never thought that I would get through that spanking
without completely disgracing myself one way or
another. It was pure hell! One searing smack right
after another. She covered my entire ass with that
hairbrush no matter that the underside felt nearly raw
from the intense treatment my mom had given it.
Halfway through I was screaming my lungs out with my
legs kicking as though I was swimming for my life. But
I made as much effort as possible to stay in position,
trying, at least to impress Mom, Mrs. Watson, and
strangely enough, Wally, with my effort to take the
punishment as well as I could. At least I remembered
when the spanking was over to thank Mrs. Watson for
it. That brought a big hug from Mom. “You may not have
taken your licking as well as Wally did, but I’m proud
of the way you did take it.

The two mothers looked at one another with what seemed
a sense of accomplishment but then as though something
was missing. Mom seemed to realize what it was first.
She said, “Tommy, why don’t you get dressed and then
come over to the bed. I’ll be sitting on the edge. I’m
going to undo and drop your pants and give you an old-
fashioned hand-spanking just like I do at home. Then
it will be time for us to leave. ”

I just nodded and started to get ready. I saw Wally
look at his mom, who, without saying a word,
communicated to him that his final session was going
to the same. Mrs. Watson remained seated in the chair.
I watched Wally get dressed and I did the same and we
finished dressing at about the same time. Both the
moms then dropped our pants and underpants at about
the same time. We both went over our mom’s laps at the
same time. Both mothers started spanking in unison and
our sobs seemed to be in unison as well.