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Rated: 18+ · Thesis · Action/Adventure · #1299958
Spanking discipline.
1971 spring
Mom gives a spanking.

    There is a hum of a box fan in the study window; midday. My mom
had discovered me playing with her makeup and gaurder stockings and white
high heeled shoes... She screamed at me and pulled me by my left forearm.
I fell out the her shoes and stumbled behind her. Dad was at work(thank goodness).

      The spanking began on my left butt cheek as I stood in front of mom.
She screamed at me and squeezed my left forearm tighter. Then she pulled
me to dad's desk and roled out his chair.... I was terrified and screamed
with tears and drool over my face.  She pulled down my kaki shorts around
my ankles and yanked my jokeys down. ..

      I was forced over her lap.. She was wearing a white one peice dress
with a tight pattern of brown squares... Her nylons were beige and smelled
like peanut butter cookies... My mind was cluttered with fear and shamfull
excitement, as my naked secrets pressed against her nylon thigh.

    This spanking began with her hand raised high up behind her head. ...
She used her right hand to spank me and left forearm to press me down
on her lap.. ... The spanking was swift up under the center of my buttocks,
there was a lapse of a minute between spankings...

    My mouth was open, but I all I could do was cough and gasp...
I could feel the impack of the butt spanking in my throat. A deep
conflict arrose in my desperation as I quickly felt an arousal
in my secrets... My mother would never forgive me for staining her with
my secrets.. .

      Even at this tender age, I attempted Tantra meditation. I tried to fight
the tide... I failed. ... Mom was red faced and tossed me to the floor as
she stood up abruptly... I quickly pulled my Kaki shorts up and crawled
to the doorway.. I could see her scrubbing her leg with tissues from dad's
desk... She glared at me with those ungodly murderous eyes.

      "On your belly! Satan!" she cursed me. I complied. She put the right
sole of her deck shoe behind my neck... Then, knelt down to pull off the nylons from my legs...                          She asked me if the other boys on the street would like to know
about my dressing up... I shook my head: no...

      "There are rules and if you break them you will be punished" she said.                                                              I have a fetish for spankings, mind you, that began
with momsie's penance.+

Pogo: Ha!

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