Asking my mother to give me a spanking
When I was 15 years old I was very fascinated by the idea of being spanked over the knee of a strict woman.
So fascinated that I thought about asking my mother to spank me.
She was the closest one I could come to think of giving me the spanking I soo wanted. After many days of thinking about it, I finally decided
So one afternoon I aproached my mother and stood nervously before her and politelty asked her to spank my bare bottom over her knees.
I blushed beet red and could not even look at her from shame.
My mother looked at me and asked why I wanted to be spanked.
I told her I wanted to know what it felt like and that I felt like a naughty boy just asking her to spank me.
We talked about it a bit and I told her that I really wanted this to happen.
Well she said, if you want a spanking, then I will give you one.
I swallowed hard and felt both nervous and very excited.
Go to your room and put the chair in the middel of the room and wait for me my mother said. I will get my hairbrush and then you will go over my knees and get a good hard bare bottom spanking young man.
I did as I was told. The straight back chair stood in the middel of the room as my mother came in holding her wooden hairbrush in her right hand.
I was very excited as my mother sat down and put her hairbrush in her lap.
Now this is going to be the real deal young man.
I decide how long and hard you will be spanked young man, without exceptionel and you better be sure this is what you want.
Once I pull your pants and underpants down there is no going back. Then you will be spanked good and hard and no pleading, begging or promises will help you.
Are we clear on that young man my mother asked me?
Yes Maam I said.
Good then let me get you prepare for your spanking my mother said and pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles. She picked up her wooden hairbrush and told me to stand on her right side. I did as she told me.
Get over my knees young man my mother said. I obeyed her and placed myself over her knees and felt her ajust my position until my bare bottom was right where she wanted it.
Then my mother raised her right hand holding the wooden hairbrush and began spanking my bare bottom good and hard. Alterning from left to right cheek I got the spanking I had asked for and I stung bad.
I reached back with my right hand to protect my bottom, but my mother easily held it away from my reddening bottom with her left hand and spanked me fast and hard.
The tears came quick and I begged, pleaded and promises the world if only she would stop spanking me.
After what seemed like an eternit my mother decided I had learned my lesson and put her hairbrush down. I was told to stand and was then led to the corner of my room by my mother and told to stand there with my nose against the walls until I stopped crying.
Hold your hand on your head young man and do not move a muscle until I say so my mother told me.
10 minuttes passed and I was told to turn around and come to my mother.
I did still having tears in my eyes.
Well that is what a real life spanking feels like young man my mother said.
Did it meet your expectations?
Yes Maam I said. It hurts and stings do bad.
Can I please rub my bottom I asked. Of course you can my mother said and I desperately tried to rub the sting away.
Today my wife has taken over the responsabilities of spanking me and uses a solid wooden bathbrush to punish me with.
That stings worse than my mothers hairbrush.