The Time I Asked My Mom For a Spanking

I was often spanked growing up, but once I turned about ten the spankings stopped. When I was 14 I wanted to feel what it was like to be spanked again. One night my mom told me to go get ready for bed. I did so, and after a little while she came in to tell me goodnight. I asked her if we could talk, and she said ofcourse. I told her that I felt like I had been a naughty and disrespectful boy lately, and asked her if she would give me a spanking. She was shocked at my statement, but asked if that was what I really wanted. I told her it was, and she said if that's what you really want then I'll give you one. She told me to get up and get ready, and to kneel at the foot of my bed and wait for her. A few minutes later she came back in carrying a belt. She told me to stand up, and so I did as I was told. "Young man have I ever spanked you in your underwear," she asked? "No," I replied. "No what," she asked as she delivered a couple good smacks with her hand. "No ma'am," I said. She then pulled down my underwear and tossed them to the side. "Now bend over the end of your bed," she told me. I did as instructed, and she began spanking me with the belt. I didn't remember her being able to spank so hard, and after every swat I could feel the tears watering up more in my eyes. She had to have given me over 100 licks before she finally stopped. She told me to stay there and not move until she came back. Once she walked out I began rubbing my butt. Then I felt her hand slap mine as she grabbed my wrist and pinned it against my back with her left hand. While she began yelling at me and spanking me with her right hand. "What SMACK part SMACK of SMACK stay SMACK there SMACK and SMACK don't SMACK move SMACK do you not understand SMACK SMACK SMACK," she yelled! By this time I could hold back the tears no longer, and I began balling. I was wishing I had never asked for a spanking, and begged her for us to stop. "This spanking ends when I say it does now," she said. She then picked up her wooden spoon that she had brought back, and sat down in my chair. She instructed me to bend over her lap, and I did. She then centered my waist over her left leg to where I couldn't reach the floor on either side, and then wrapped her right leg around mine. She crossed my wrists and held them against my back with her left hand, and with her right began to spank me with the wooden spoon. It had been a long time since I found my waist bent over her thigh, and been trapped defenseless in this position. She continued to spank me on and on for what seemed like an eternity, and with every swat I screamed louder and squirmed more. But, the more I squirmed the tighter she clinched her leg around me and the harder she spanked. Finally she stopped and told me to get up. She told me to go kneel in the corner with my hands over my head until she told me otherwise. She left me there for about 30 minutes, and then instructed me to come sit on her lap which I did. She wrapped her arms around me, gave me a hug, and told me she loved me. Then she said "If you ever decide to be a naughty or disrespectful little boy again you'll find yourself in the same situation again."

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