Ivanhoe732
19-03-2011, 12:50 AM
There were two sounds dominant in the bedroom, one was the sharp sound of a hand slapping bare flesh, and the other was a grunt of pain that accompanied each slap. The grunts were only just short of the inevitable continuous crying that was about to ensue.
Although Jake was 16 years old and considered himself a man, he was at this moment, bent across his Mothers lap, with his trousers and pants around his ankles, having his bare bottom smacked.
He had been caught stealing money from his mother’s purse to buy beer and was now paying the price for his folly.
When she had caught him out, Jake had been truthful about what he had done, and his Mum had sent him to his room. She had told him to think about what he had done and to tell her what he though his punishment should be.
Jake hadn’t actually had a smacked bottom since he was eleven, when his Mother had made a deal with him. The deal was that he would be spanked for telling lies, but if he told the truth then he wouldn’t be physically punished. What was different on this occasion was that he had chosen to be punished this way.
He had been sat in his bedroom, thinking about how he had been caught, and what the likely punishment would be. She often told him to decide on his punishment, but if he suggested one that didn’t fit the crime then what she decided on was always worse.
This time round Jake knew that she would want to ground him, and there was a fishing competition that he was entered for, that he didn’t want to miss. On top of this, he found that he had been missing the intimacy and the emotional release of being spanked, so when he was called before her and asked what he deserved as a punishment, he knew what the only answer was.
He was nervous, and evasive, but she insisted that he give her an answer. In the end and after some cajoling he told her that he thought that perhaps he should have a good hiding, as she used to call it. She looked absolutely delighted, and in that moment Jake knew two things, one, she had missed the spankings as much as he had, and two; he was going to get a very very sore bottom.
After he had made it clear to her that he would prefer that his step father and brother and sister knew nothing about this, his mother agreed provided that he submit willingly to it, obeying her every instruction and that they do it straight away. He reluctantly agreed.
They went up to the master bedroom where she sat down on the end of the bed; she smoothed her skirt, squared her knees and looked at him sternly. “You have had this coming for quite a while,” she said. He nodded in agreement. “ Take down your trousers and pants” she ordered.
Knowing exactly what she expected from the spankings he had received previously he dropped his trousers and his underpants down to his ankles. His cock was hard and standing proud, she smiled and said that she hoped that he didn’t think he was going to enjoy this, as she was about to prove him wrong. She then said, “Bend over my knee!”
Jake lay across her lap as he had many times during his childhood and awaited the inevitable pain. She pushed his shit up his back to ensure that she had a clear target. She then informed him that “You are going to get a good hiding that you will never forget!”
As always it felt like the fist slap took a long time to come, and Jake felt as though he heard it a moment before he felt it. But when he did feel it tit was a sharp sting, quickly followed by another.
Jakes Mum believed that if her son had earned a smack bottom, as she called it then it should be a good one, one where he was very sore, very ashamed, and preferably in tears and full of remorse. So with this in mind she smacked long and hard.
As Jake lay across his mothers lap with hard slap following hard slap he knew that this was to be one of the most severe hand spankings he had ever received. He wasn’t only being smacked for this current crime but also as a catch up for all the things that he should in her opinion he should have been smacked for since she made that stupid deal.
The slaps landed hard, and stinging on his bare flesh, two or three in the same spot and then moving on. She covered the whole of his bottom and the tops of his thighs in stinging slaps. To begin with, he lay silently, then each slap was accompanied with a moan or grunt until eventually he could hold back the emotion no longer then he burst into tears.
Once he was succumbed to his tears there was no stopping him and he wept freely, still the spanking continued, if anything harder, as she smacked five years of her frustration into him. He tried to block the slaps with his hand, she just grabbed it pulled it up his back with her left hand and continued slapping him with her right.
Once she felt that he had got the point the she stopped slapping him, allowed him to stand and asked if he thought he had learned his lesson. Of course Jake nodded and assured her that he had. She asked if he thought she should perhaps make sure by finishing off with the belt.
Jake was absolutely certain that he had been properly punished, and didn’t need any more, but somehow he found himself agreeing with her that the belt might be a good idea.
He was sent to fetch it from the next bedroom, when her returned she stood up and put her foot on a chair so that her knee was at 90 degrees. She took the belt from him and told him to bend over her knee. Her thigh was at about waist height and son he bent over, using his hands to steady himself on the back of the chair. Then he felt an even more intense pain as she began to whip his backside with the leather belt. She walloped him with the belt about twenty times by which time he was back in floods of tears and promising to be good.
When she finally let him up, she asked if he had learner his lesson, of course Jake said yes so she gave him the belt and sent him to his room.
Later that nigh when Jake was in bed and his backside was still a warm glow, Jake was able to take matters into his own hands and had one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. And as he was going to sleep, he heard his Mother’s orgasm and then he knew that corporal punishment was once again, a feature of his life.
Although Jake was 16 years old and considered himself a man, he was at this moment, bent across his Mothers lap, with his trousers and pants around his ankles, having his bare bottom smacked.
He had been caught stealing money from his mother’s purse to buy beer and was now paying the price for his folly.
When she had caught him out, Jake had been truthful about what he had done, and his Mum had sent him to his room. She had told him to think about what he had done and to tell her what he though his punishment should be.
Jake hadn’t actually had a smacked bottom since he was eleven, when his Mother had made a deal with him. The deal was that he would be spanked for telling lies, but if he told the truth then he wouldn’t be physically punished. What was different on this occasion was that he had chosen to be punished this way.
He had been sat in his bedroom, thinking about how he had been caught, and what the likely punishment would be. She often told him to decide on his punishment, but if he suggested one that didn’t fit the crime then what she decided on was always worse.
This time round Jake knew that she would want to ground him, and there was a fishing competition that he was entered for, that he didn’t want to miss. On top of this, he found that he had been missing the intimacy and the emotional release of being spanked, so when he was called before her and asked what he deserved as a punishment, he knew what the only answer was.
He was nervous, and evasive, but she insisted that he give her an answer. In the end and after some cajoling he told her that he thought that perhaps he should have a good hiding, as she used to call it. She looked absolutely delighted, and in that moment Jake knew two things, one, she had missed the spankings as much as he had, and two; he was going to get a very very sore bottom.
After he had made it clear to her that he would prefer that his step father and brother and sister knew nothing about this, his mother agreed provided that he submit willingly to it, obeying her every instruction and that they do it straight away. He reluctantly agreed.
They went up to the master bedroom where she sat down on the end of the bed; she smoothed her skirt, squared her knees and looked at him sternly. “You have had this coming for quite a while,” she said. He nodded in agreement. “ Take down your trousers and pants” she ordered.
Knowing exactly what she expected from the spankings he had received previously he dropped his trousers and his underpants down to his ankles. His cock was hard and standing proud, she smiled and said that she hoped that he didn’t think he was going to enjoy this, as she was about to prove him wrong. She then said, “Bend over my knee!”
Jake lay across her lap as he had many times during his childhood and awaited the inevitable pain. She pushed his shit up his back to ensure that she had a clear target. She then informed him that “You are going to get a good hiding that you will never forget!”
As always it felt like the fist slap took a long time to come, and Jake felt as though he heard it a moment before he felt it. But when he did feel it tit was a sharp sting, quickly followed by another.
Jakes Mum believed that if her son had earned a smack bottom, as she called it then it should be a good one, one where he was very sore, very ashamed, and preferably in tears and full of remorse. So with this in mind she smacked long and hard.
As Jake lay across his mothers lap with hard slap following hard slap he knew that this was to be one of the most severe hand spankings he had ever received. He wasn’t only being smacked for this current crime but also as a catch up for all the things that he should in her opinion he should have been smacked for since she made that stupid deal.
The slaps landed hard, and stinging on his bare flesh, two or three in the same spot and then moving on. She covered the whole of his bottom and the tops of his thighs in stinging slaps. To begin with, he lay silently, then each slap was accompanied with a moan or grunt until eventually he could hold back the emotion no longer then he burst into tears.
Once he was succumbed to his tears there was no stopping him and he wept freely, still the spanking continued, if anything harder, as she smacked five years of her frustration into him. He tried to block the slaps with his hand, she just grabbed it pulled it up his back with her left hand and continued slapping him with her right.
Once she felt that he had got the point the she stopped slapping him, allowed him to stand and asked if he thought he had learned his lesson. Of course Jake nodded and assured her that he had. She asked if he thought she should perhaps make sure by finishing off with the belt.
Jake was absolutely certain that he had been properly punished, and didn’t need any more, but somehow he found himself agreeing with her that the belt might be a good idea.
He was sent to fetch it from the next bedroom, when her returned she stood up and put her foot on a chair so that her knee was at 90 degrees. She took the belt from him and told him to bend over her knee. Her thigh was at about waist height and son he bent over, using his hands to steady himself on the back of the chair. Then he felt an even more intense pain as she began to whip his backside with the leather belt. She walloped him with the belt about twenty times by which time he was back in floods of tears and promising to be good.
When she finally let him up, she asked if he had learner his lesson, of course Jake said yes so she gave him the belt and sent him to his room.
Later that nigh when Jake was in bed and his backside was still a warm glow, Jake was able to take matters into his own hands and had one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. And as he was going to sleep, he heard his Mother’s orgasm and then he knew that corporal punishment was once again, a feature of his life.