The Game

Disclaimer: This is a story of fantasy and is not only not intended to condone or approve of the behaviors contained herein, there is absolutely nothing about treating children as sexual objects that the author approves of, desires, or would dream of doing to an actual child. This work is written in the context of age based role play.

If you cannot understand this, have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, or are in any way confused about what is appropriate and legal sexual expression, stop reading now.

Lastly, I am not a pedophile, don't approve of sexually assaulting children, and only use these themes in my writing because I empathize and identify with the victims of these stories; not the perpetrators. Some of us like to be embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated, spanked, and to be nervous, anxious, and afraid. Weird, right? To read more about why these stories were written, please see the "What This Blog is and is NOT -- READ THIS FIRST" post.

I had just started playing my game when mom came home unexpectedly and caught me. She was being super quiet so that I wouldn't wake up. I was home sick which was far too common for me but I felt fine. I had strep or something infectious and so I had to stay home a certain number of days even if I felt OK. 

As soon as my little sister left for school and mom left for her job, I got out my special deck of cards and collected all the things I would need. The spanking game is pretty simple. Every half hour, I have to pick four cards from four different stacks. The stacks get shuffled before each round. The first deck is what I get spanked with. The second has position, speed, intensity, and clothing. The third, is the number of spanks multiplied by ten and the fourth card is the number of extra hard spanks at the end. 

When I play the game, I can get in eight rounds if I start right when mom leaves. Spanking myself is tricky but I've gotten pretty good at it. The instructions for the game are all written down on a piece of paper in the deck. 

Rule #1: Naked from the waist down while getting ready. 

In my slippers and flannel pajama top, I ran around the house collecting the spanking implements. My penis bobbed excitedly and my bottom tingled expectantly. It was going to be a long time before my erect penis would get any attention. He didn't seem to mind. 

Finally I had all the improvised paddles, belts, spoons, and brushes that are written on the face cards in the deck. It was time for round one which is always the scariest. If I draw a hard implement and a big number for the first spanking, it seems to hurt more than if I do the same thing later in the day. 

Rule #2: Fully clothed when drawing the cards. 

The cards were for 20 spanks with a spoon, naked on all fours, with 5 extra hard spanks at the end. I was relieved because the spoon isn't too bad and the number wasn't crazy high. Fifty with the belt on the bare first thing in the morning is pretty tough to handle. I took my pajama bottoms back off and pajama top too and folded them neatly according to the rules. 

Rule #3: Any clothing taken off has to be folded neatly before the spanking starts. 

My hairless penis was completely hard and my testicles were pulled up tight. He didn't like being ignored but there was lots of spanking to be done before I would pay attention to him. That was the rule. 

Rule #4: No touching your penis until the last spanking. 

After a day of neglect, only during the last spanking can I play with my penis. The last spanking is always the same as well because that is in the rules. 

Rule #5: Last spanking is hairbrush on bare, naked, hard, while rubbing penis until it squirts and then 20 more extra hard spanks. 

Those last 20 of the day are always the worst. I've thought about rewriting the rules but I can't ever decide on whether to do more or less. During the 20 and right after, I am convinced it is madness but while playing the game all day, I start to think 20 is too few. 

This is the problem with having to spank myself: I have to make and enforce the rules or it won't work. I have to know what is best for me and then make sure I take my medicine. It would be better if someone else would take control and make sure I got my bottom properly blistered. But I never get in trouble and I am never really bad. Maybe if I had more friends I could find a play partner. I had thought about telling my sister about the game but I didn't trust her not to tell mom. No, I am just a sickly boy with too much time and an overactive imagination. 

I stripped quickly and carefully folded up my pajamas into a nice little pile. Then, I knelt at the side of my bed, bent over with my bottom out, and got the spoon ready to go but paused for a moment to inspect my unblemished bottom. This position allowed me to look over my shoulder into the mirror that hangs on the bedroom door. If I leave my door open about two feet, I can see my bottom while I spank myself. 

I wiggle my bottom and then tap the spoon against my right cheek, take aim, lift my hand as high as I can, and snap it down producing a satisfying smack of wood against skin. A little sting emerges. Tap on the left side, pause, and crack. I gasp but don't pause. That is a rule as well but I forget which number. I count in my head as I spank my bottom all over. 

I don't know exactly when mom started watching me but it was long before the 5 extra hard spanks at the end. I can never watch those so that I can concentrate on disassociating what I have to do with my right arm and what is going to happen to my bottom when I do it. I closed my eyes, got into character, and tried to feel like a bad little boy. I want to cry but I've never spanked myself hard enough for that. Some bit of self-preservation keeps me from spanking that hard. 

One, "ow, no." Two, "please, mommy, not so hard!" Three, "I'm sorry, mommy, I promise I'll be good." Four, "Ow, ow, mommy, please, I won't play with my pee-pee anymore, ow!" <pause> Five, "Oooo". They hurt pretty bad. I had my head on my left arm feeling the sting sink into my bottom. I was thinking about how I would spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the next round when I heard mom say my name softly, "John." 

I froze and then twisted around to see if it was in my imagination but no, my mother was standing in my doorway. I was totally caught with my pink spanked bottom, hard penis, cards, rules, and spanking implements all in plain view. I dove for my pajamas and struggled to put them on. I got my bottoms on and was struggling with my top when I just stopped and sat down against my bed and hugged my knees. 

"John, I think we should talk about what you were doing, OK?" she asked quietly. I paused and looking down, just nodded. My bottom still stung and my penis was still hard. It was, in fact, completely unfazed. 

"Do you think you need a spanking for something, John?" she asked quietly. It was a tricky question to answer because I wanted to deserve a spanking but I hadn't done anything bad. I really was a good kid and besides, I rarely had the opportunity to do anything naughty. 

I was sick quite a bit and possibly would have skipped a grade or two if I went to school more. Every infection that came around, I got. I just learned out of the books, aced the tests, did the homework, and basically learned from home. It didn't take much effort really which gave me plenty of time to dream up complicated games to play by myself like the spanking game. 

"Not really," I answered quietly still not looking at her. 

There was a little bit of silence. "Do you want a spanking anyway?" she asked again. I just nodded. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her inspecting my spanking toys and my cards. Then the rules. My penis throbbed. She would know everything in a second. 

"Is this a game you play often?" she pried. I nodded again. "How often, baby?" she asked soothingly. I was scared to answer. 

"It's OK, baby, you can tell me," she said as she walked over and sat on my bed. "Come up here and let's talk for a minute," she said as she ruffled my hair. "It's OK, don't be scared." 

I was shaking as I stood up. My mother had just caught me in the middle of one of my most secret activities and it was the most embarrassed I ever had been. I think it was the most embarrassed any seventh grader had been ever. In the back of my mind, I thought maybe this was it; maybe I was finally going to get a real spanking. The thought suddenly was all over me and my stomach dropped out. I got to my feet blushing furiously and didn't even realize that my erection was poking through the hole in my pajamas for a second before quickly fluffing the front and making it go inside. I actually started to cry a little. 

Mom took my hand and pulled me toward her. "Sit on my lap, baby, it's OK. Really," she cooed as she pulled me in close. I didn't so much sit on her lap as collapse on her. She held me close as I started to sob. Comforting words flowed over me. "Mommy isn't mad, honey. It's OK." Over and over until I started to calm down. Finally, I did. 

"OK, John?" she asked trying to look me in the eyes as I sniffled a little. I nodded. 

"I don't think you should have to take care of this all by yourself. Would you like help getting what you need?" I was quiet for a second. I dreamed about being spanked all the time. Could it really happen? Could it be as easy as answering her in the affirmative? I had to try but the words wouldn't come out so I nodded again. Then, afraid she didn't see me nod, I did it again for good measure. 

"I thought so," she said quietly. She had been rubbing my back but then moved her hand left hand lower, cupped and then patted my bottom. Both me and my erection jumped in excitement. 

"Tonight when I get home from work, we'll take good care of you. I'll pick up McDonald's for dinner and after dinner, we'll take good care of you and your naughty bottom, OK?" 

I actually found a voice and said a soft "OK" in response. 

"Until then, I want you to not play with yourself. No masturbating, understand?" she demanded. 

"Yes, mom," I said breathlessly. 

"Tonight you can have your little fun AFTER your bottom is spanked bright red. That will be nice, won't it?" 

I was having trouble breathing so I went back to nodding. 

"Bright red, stinging, and burning. That is how you like it, right?" 

More nodding from me. 

"Anything else, I should know, baby?" she asked. 

I paused for a second as mom rubbed the sting from my bottom through my pajamas. 

I whispered, "when I play my game, I do a bunch of spankings but only masturbate during the last one with the ouchie hairbrush. And when I'm done, um, masturbating, I, um, have to get more hard spanks." I sort of trailed off. 

"OK, I understand. Do you want me to stop while your have your fun and then start again when you are all done or should I just keep going all the way through?" she asked. 

"Don't stop," I breathed. 

"OK, baby, I have to go to work but when I get home, we'll have dinner and then get busy with your punishment. I want you to do your homework this morning and then you just think about how much your naughty bottom is going get spanked tonight. You think about how it is going to sting and burn and how your little sister is going to see her big brother get his spanking. Understand?" 

"Yes, mom," I answer sheepishly as the reality washed over me. 

"We are going to paint your bottom bright red all over," she cooed sounding like she was looking forward to this as well. 

"Mommy, I'm scared," I said truthfully but sort of in character. 

"I imagine so, baby. Knowing you are going to get such big spankings on your bare bottom in front your sister is very scary. You are going to have a very sore bottom for a couple days, I would think." 

"How many spanking, mommy?" I whined.

"A whole bunch, baby. Five or six big long spankings at least. Maybe more. Each one harder than the previous one." 

"Hard so that I cry?" I asked sounding even more like a little boy. 

"John, spankings hurt, baby. I wouldn't be doing my job as a mom if I didn't spank you hard enough so you learned your lesson. You understand that Katie and I will have to make sure that your bottom is properly blistered, don't you?" she asked. 

"Yes, mommy," I answered and then added, "please blister my naughty bottom," for good measure. 

"Of course, baby, don't you worry about that," she stated a little too happily. After a little pause, she candidly asked, "Is your pee-pee hard right now?" 

"Yes," I whispered. 

"I bet it will be hard all day long. It might even start to hurt a little. I'm sorry that I can't spank you right now but I just don't have the time to do it right. Besides, waiting should be part of your punishment. I want you to think about how much it is going to hurt and sting and burn and how embarrassing it will be." 

Then, like she shifted a little, "OK, I have get to work. I am very late now. I had to come home to pick up my wallet I forgot and then all this," she said waving her arm in the direction of my spanking toys while simultaneously pushing me to my feet.  My penis poked obscenely at the front of my pajamas again and immediately a little wet spot appeared. 

Mom stood up, straightened her skirt, and then surveyed the toys on the my floor. "Leave all these things right here; don't put them away. We will need them tonight. Oh, and when Katie gets home, tell her to do her homework right away so that she can watch and help you get your spankings tonight, OK?" she asked like this request was just like any other. 

"Do I have to tell her about the spanking, mom?" I whined. 

She smiled at me and in a chip upbeat voice just said, "of course, dear, see you tonight!" Then she was gone and I was alone. 

I put on my pajama top and then decided that my cards didn't need to be out and put them away. There wasn't much homework to do but it took a long time. My penis would soften when I was distracted but then I would remember what had happened and what was going to happen and it would get hard again. All my homework was done a little before noon and I thought I should probably eat something. Because I am home sick so often, we have a little heater for my room so that it stays warm. I knew from experience that the rest of the house was colder so I put on my slippers and robe before heading to the kitchen to find a little food. 

I had a bowl of cereal for lunch and cleaned up after myself. Then I cleaned up the kitchen which had a few things out and then straightened up a little in the family room before heading back to my room. It was hours before Katie would be getting home and with nothing to distract me and the items on my floor that would be used to spank me later staring at me, I sat on the bed and had a little panic attack. 

I remember pre-school spankings some of the kids got so long ago. All I knew was that it was traumatic and bad. Mom had said that it was bad when people saw my bottom and pee-pee. When the bad kids got spankings, everyone could see their naked bodies. 

Then I started getting sick. I was short, thin, and pale from constantly fighting every sickness that hit the school. Allergies and asthma played havoc with my system when I wasn't busy fighting something else. Even chicken pox caused me to miss almost a whole summer. 

No one knew me in school or the neighborhood. I played by myself mostly but wanted friends and would watch the kids play. Mostly though, I heard about the neighborhood children from my mother and her friends. 

The family up the street believes in spanking their boy and girl when they are bad. It was a big deal because they were super religious and made a whole ritual out of the punishments. Their mother was always detailing how they would have to pray about what they did and then get the paddle from the closet. They were always spanked bending over a stool with their pants around their ankles and had to ask for each swat and count them too. 

I heard about how wonderful this was for their family over and over but it seemed like it didn't work. The kids were getting a lot of spankings. It seemed like they weren't behaving any better in spite of the miracle behavior cure. 

Down the street was the opposite family. The two older girls were little demons who had matured early. They dressed seductively and talked endlessly about older boys and nasty things they would do with them. Their younger brother was a year older than me and the coolest kid in the school. He seemed to need no excuse to take off his pants and more than once, he showed off his recently spanked bottom. It was a badge of bravery. He would do bad things and not care that he was caught or that he was going to get his bottom whipped. 

The talk of the school and the neighborhood was that one of his sisters got pregnant and that her dad spanked her on the front lawn. No one saw it, of course, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. More scandalous was the other sister that would let her brother touch her down there and would touch him down there as well. Kids had seen this happen and those kids were part of the inner circle of cool. 

Being bad made you sort of cool but it was a scary and expensive price to pay. I would hear spankings being given and received. They sounded terrible with children crying and begging forgiveness. At school, when I sat in the nurses office waiting to go home, sometimes I could hear the principle giving a spanking. If I was lucky, I would get a glimpse of the naughty boy or girl looking nervous before the spanking or wiping away tears afterwards. 

I was the strange kid that was sick all the time. Only a few other weird kids would really interact with me. No team sports were really options but I liked to run and ride my bike. I would go on long meandering trips around town during the summer and sometimes life would be happening. In front of one house on a hot summer afternoon, I heard though an open window a boy begging mom not to spank him. If she said anything, I didn't hear it but I sure heard the sound of his naked butt cheeks being slapped followed by his loud crying and protests. She must have known that they were crocodile tears and she kept spanking him until the crying changed pitch and apparently became more genuine or at least convincing to her. 

That spanking lasted so long that it just fueled my imagination. I went back by that house over and over hoping for a repeat performance but it never happened. So many questions filled my head. What did he do? Was he naked? How old was he? What did she spank him with? How was he positioned? 

Then, something happened to me and I started asking even stranger questions like was she naked too? What did his penis look like? 

I hit puberty at about the right time but I was just as clueless as any boy my age. Puberty came with a whole new set of strange diseases for me including a tendency to get a strange stomach flu over and over again. It just meant I had to eat boring stuff and though I eventually beat it, I wasn't eating very much and stayed skinny and small at a time when normally I would be growing like crazy. 

I discovered my penis and that I would get really good feelings if it was gently rubbed. I would wake up in the morning and find myself humping the bed. One day, I didn't stop and a really good feeling exploded inside me and when it was over, my pajama bottoms were a little wet. 

Books were read and I figured out what had happened. After a while, I started to think about girls while humping the bed, then girls getting spanked, and myself getting spanked, and then finally girls spanking me. 

I created the game and then the rules. The rules had changed a bunch of times which is funny considering that they are rules. What I realized was that when in pain, it is hard to follow the plan. The rules made me feel like I didn't have a choice; the spanking was happening to me even though I was the one doing it to myself. 

While I was thinking about all this, I went from sitting to laying on my back on my bed. I had made the bed this morning and so I just laid there with my boner tenting the front of my pajamas. A cool wet spot formed over the tip and the friction of the fabric was maddening when I pulsed. I started to worry about having an accident in my pajamas and so I carefully pulled them down to mid thigh and lifted my pajama top up over my stomach. My little guy pointed up at my face when I looked down at him. Like the rest of me, he was pale and skinny. 

As I thought about the spankings I'd witnessed or heard about, I continued to produce clear slick fluid out of the tip of my penis. The little eye wouldn't even open but a drop would just appear out of nowhere. Eventually, it dripped a little on my stomach. I wanted to wipe off my penis and stomach but from someplace inside my head I convinced myself that I couldn't touch myself at all and this was part of my punishment as well. I had to wear my own excretions as a sign of my naughtiness. 

With an exciting amount of dread, I realized that it was a sign that two people would probably notice. The wet spot on my pajamas or the sticky residue on my stomach. Even just the wet tip of my penis would show how naughty I was. My penis pulsed its approval of my imminent erotic humiliation creating even more of the slippery fluid. 

I knew what it was too. This is the slippery stuff that boys make so that it will be easier to put their penis into a girl's tight vagina. Why was I making this stuff while waiting for a spanking? I really was naughty, I guess. 

I started playing out how I was going to be spanked that night and it was just overwhelming. I dozed a little and woke up with a start thinking that maybe Katie was already home. She wasn't and I had a little time before she would be. I had to pee and took advantage of my penis' softening while I slept to make that happen. It wasn't long after I was relieved that I got hard again thinking about how I was going to tell Katie about how mom was going to spank me tonight. Thinking about Katie just knowing about my spanking was embarrassing but that bit about her watching and even helping started to gnaw at me. I was getting very nervous and worried. 

The heat kicked on in the rest of the house signaling that it was almost time for Katie to be home. I went to the kitchen to get a drink and then decided a snack would be a good thing. Then I decided I should make one for Katie while I was at it. Apple slices and graham crackers and other miscellaneous things on plates. When I looked at the clock, I was startled to realize that school was out and she was on her way home already. I just froze standing in the kitchen, penis pumping a slippery wet spot onto the fronts of my already pretty crusty pajamas. My bottom tingled as I rehearsed the words in my head: Mom wants you to do your homework right away so that you can watch me get spankings tonight. No, wait, so you can help mom spank me when she gets home. 

The phone rang yanking me out of my head. It was mom. 

"John, I just wanted to make sure you were awake so that you could tell Katie to do her homework right away so that she can help me give you your spankings tonight. You should finish yours too, if you haven't already." 

"Mine is all done, mom," I answered too quickly. 

"That is great, baby! That is very good but I am still going to blister your bottom. I know when someone is trying to get on my good side. You can't get out of your spankings just by having your homework done. In fact, because it sounded like you think you could, I'm giving you some extra time with the nasty hairbrush at the end. How do you like that?" she asked with the audible equivalent of a skip in her step. 

"No, mommy, please," I whined completely in character. 

"What a naughty boy," she teased. "I should have been spanking you more. We are going to  wear out your bottom with spankings from now on. You can count on that," she added. 

"Oh no, mommy, I'll be good. I promise," and then for good measure and because it sounded so good in my head, "I love you, mommy, please don't spank me." 

"Oh, you make me so mad," she said in a voice that didn't sound at all angry. "Tell, me, is your penis hard right now?" she asked. 

"Yes," I whispered into the phone. 

"And have you made the fronts of your pajamas all sticky and wet?" 

"Yes," I whispered as I felt the cool wetness spread. 

"Naughty, naughty little boy," she said almost to herself. 

"I'm going to have to wash those pajamas and they were clean just yesterday. Well, too late now but next time you will have to wait for your spanking naked so you don't ruin your clean pajamas." 

"I'm sorry, mommy," I whined trying to sound sincere in my apology. 

"Oh, pathetic. I am going to wear that brush out on your bottom when I get home. Katie should be there soon. Help her with her homework if she needs it, OK?" 

"OK," I whispered. 

"Alright then. Bye bye, naughty boy," she teased. 

"Bye mom," I said before hearing the click of the line being disconnected and the sound of the front storm door opening. 

Mom's timing was perfect. She wanted me flustered and excited when Katie walked in. She wanted my practicing to all be pointless. She wanted me to flounder and have no words. And I didn't. I was standing there with a raging erection holding the phone looking terrified when Katie walked into the kitchen. 

Taking a glance over me, she just said, "What's your problem?" 

"Um, I was just talking to mom and she, I, well, tonight I, um, I'm going to get a sp-spank, a spanking," I stuttered and stopped for a second. The look on her face was a mix of shock and glee. 

"Mom says I am going to get a spanking tonight. Actually, a bunch of them, she said," I said quietly. "She wanted me to tell you to be sure to get your homework done so you can watch," I said quickly. Then I thought better of that and said, "she actually said, 'so you could help her'. I'm supposed to help you with your homework if you need it." 

Katie looked a little shocked but more delighted. I decided to change the subject before she asked any questions. "I made you a snack." 

"What are you getting a spanking for?" she asked. 

I didn't have an answer. I was just naughty. 

"Mom says it is for being naughty," I said which was true. 

"Naughty with your pee-pee?" she asked. 

Sure, fine, that is as good as anything. "Yeah," I whispered looking down at my wet, twitching, tent front of my pajamas. 

She giggled, "it sure made a mess. I bet mom's mad. 

"Are you scared?" she asked reverently. 

"Yeah, she said she was going to wear out the hairbrush on my bottom." Then I added, "She is bringing home McDonalds for dinner, by the way." 

"Cool!" Katie exclaimed. Katie loves McDonalds. Clearly the day was just getting better and better for her. Then--just as quickly--she announced, "I have to pee," and the spell was broken. Her backpack left on the floor, she retreated to the bathroom. 

I grabbed my snack and went to my room. I was scared to be alone with my thoughts and scared to be alone with Katie. I didn't have a good enough cover story. My spanking toys stared at me making my bottom tingle. Pretty soon they were going to make it sting and then burn. 

The phone rang and Katie answered it. A couple minutes later, I heard her yell, "John, mom wants to talk to you." 

I picked up the extension in my room and said, "I've got it." After the click of Katie hanging up, mom asked, "how did it go?" 

"OK," I said. "She wanted to know why and I said I was naughty with my pee-pee. Was that OK?" 

"Very good, baby. Katie says she doesn't have very much homework but that she has some math problems that she is worried about. Go help her out. That will keep you from worrying too much about your spanking, OK?" 

"OK, mom, I will," I answered sweetly. 

"Alright, I won't be late, see you soon, bye bye," she closed. 

I was just finishing up my snack when Katie came to my door. Before she noticed what was on the floor, she was already asking for help with her math. Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her. 

"Wow, you have been naughty!" she exclaimed. "Your butt is going to scream! I bet you are going to be crying and everything!" 

"Yeah," was all I could say. "Let's go do your math. I don't want mom to be any madder at me," I lied. 

We sat at the kitchen table and her math was pretty tricky. It distracted me enough to let my penis soften which was good. Mom was right, it was starting to hurt being hard all the time and for so long. It would soften up and then I would remember what was going to happen and it would get hard again. Katie didn't notice until one time when I gasped and she asked what was wrong. 

I decided not to lie: "I just realized the time and that I am probably going to get my first spanking in less than an hour." 

"Ooo, I can't wait," she said excitedly wringing her hands. "I bet you can though." 

I just smiled weakly. In my pajamas, my little guy jerked in time with the second hand on the clock like he was counting down the seconds. He couldn't wait either. If I was playing the game, I would have squirted already. I was late and he was needy. 

We packed up Katie's homework and I cleaned up the kitchen. There was still time before mom got home and I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed waiting impatiently and fidgeting. 

"John, Katie, I'm home," mom called from across the house. I got up slowly and tried to walk but my legs were heavy. Katie was running through the house. I made it to the kitchen at a much more leisurely pace. Mom and Katie were already chatting when I got there. 

"Here's our naughty little boy!" mom announced. "Hi mom," I said solemnly.  Mom laughed. 

"John, your punishment time starts now and ends when you go to bed, OK?" I nodded. 

"But first, let's have some food!" she said excited pulling a chair from the table. "I got my naughty little boy a Happy Meal!" 

"Mom, I'm too old for a Happy Meal," I whined. 

"Oh honey, you are about to get spanked like a little boy. When you are big boy, you can get a big boy meal." Mom and Katie giggled. Of course, it was plenty of food for me. I hadn't done much all day but worry after all. We sat and talked about everyone's day but mine and it was sort of fun for a while. Then, as the food disappeared, I started to get really nervous. First my cheeseburger was gone and then my fries were disappearing. My milk was gone but I pretended to keep drinking just to stall. I hoped mom brought desert or something. I was hoping for any delay before focus turned back to me, my bottom, and the naughty penis that apparently got me into this mess. 

"Katie, I thought we could make Rice Crispy Squares tonight while John gets his punishment. That will give us something to do between spankings. How does that sound?" she asked rhetorically. 

"Yeah, that sounds great, mom!" Katie declared too excitedly. It wasn't entirely clear what part she thought sounded great. Mom seemed to understand and giggled. Even I cracked a smile. 

"Great, indeed," mom acknowledged. "OK, first things first. Katie, you can't tell anyone about John's spankings tonight or any time. I know there are people in this neighborhood that talk about spanking their children but we aren't one of those families. If you can't keep this a family secret, you will be getting a spanking too. Do you read me loud and clear?" she asked with absolutely no humor in her voice. 

"Yes, mom, I won't tell anyone," Katie answered with wide eyes. 

"Alright John, I think it is about time, don't you?" she asked me. I just nodded. "We are going to need a bare bottom for this. I think since your naughty penis got you into this mess, I think you are going to be naked the rest of the night. Ready for that?" she asked again. I paused without looking at either of them, and again just nodded. 

"OK, then stand up, come around here, take off you pajama bottoms and hand them to me." she commanded. 

I felt nervous and I probably looked terrified. Again my legs were concrete as I tried to stand and walk. Standing in between mom and Katie, I kicked off my slippers and slipped my pants off being careful not to catch the waistband on my erection. Standing up, my little guy was completely on display beneath the hem of my pajama top. I held out the bottoms to her. 

She took them at the waistband and then gingerly turned them inside out at the top so that the front crotch area could be inspected. Holding them so both her and Katie could see the insides, she said, "see this Katie? See how wet it is right here?" Katie nodded. "When a boy is ready for sex, his penis will pump out lubricant so that it will slip into a woman's vagina easily. It can also mean that he is thinking too much about sex and his penis wants to squirt sperm. That is a sign that his pee-pee is very naughty. 

"Boys have to squirt sometimes but if they don't take care of themselves, this happens and he gets too excited. Tonight we are going to spank him a bunch of times, then we are going make him squirt in front of us so that we are sure it all comes out. Then we will spank him some more so that he really learns his lesson." 

Turning to me, "John, I don't want you to let yourself go like this and then be obsessing about sexy things. That isn't healthy. Understand?" she asked. 

"Yes, mom," I answered. My erect little guy bobbed under Katie's laser gaze. 

"So, Katie, what we are going to do is give John about five or six spankings. Each time will be a harder than one before but each time we start slow and easy and then get harder and faster. 

"In between, he'll go into time-out to wait for the next one. No rubbing his bottom and no touching his pee-pee unless he has to potty. We have to be careful because his penis is hard and he wants to squirt his sperm out real bad. You do, right, baby?" she said suddenly talking to me. 

I was shocked. Who wants to talk about their sexual urgency with their mother and sister. I nodded. 

"He's embarrassed," mom said with a sigh. "See how his testicles are bunched up tight, how his penis points straight up? Oh, and he is twitching like he just did. And he is still making slippery stuff, like a leaky faucet. Goodness, so much. 

"Anyway, we have to be careful that he doesn't pop before we are ready. We want him to hold it in all night long so that he associates the spanking with his full penis. It will start to hurt too. Did it hurt today, honey?" she asked. 

I nodded but she was done with me being silent. "Speak up, baby. Tell us about how your penis felt today." 

"It started to hurt this afternoon," I ventured and then added, "mostly I was just cold all day from the wet spot." 

"Good boy. Yes, all of these signs means his penis is ready to squirt his sperm so we have to be careful not to touch it or it might go off and make a mess." "Later on, we will let him have his little fun. That will be nice, won't it?" she asked me again. 

"Yes, mom," I said quietly. No one had ever seen me do that. 

"OK, take these to the hamper and put your pajama top in there too. Then go potty if you have to and after you are cleaned up, fetch the paddle ball paddle from your room. Hurry now, lots of spanking to do." 

I took back my soiled pajama bottoms and moved my concrete encased legs out of the room. I walked naked through the house doing the tasks assigned no faster than I needed to. I brushed my teeth to stall for a minute. In my bedroom, I picked out the paddle she asked for. It was the lightest and I knew it to be very good making a sting. I felt lightheaded and my legs didn't want to work but I picked it up and started what turned out to be a short walk back out to find my mom and Katie. 

They were in the family room waiting for me. Mom was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room and Katie was on the couch directly across from her. Mom was still wearing her nice work clothes: a nice frilly white top and a knee length grey skirt. Mom looks pretty good for her age. Since the divorce, she has worked hard to look young and fit. Her shoulder length hair that she normally wears long and wavy to work was pulled back into the quick functional bun she does when working around the house and garden. She was rolling up her sleeves when I walked in and it dawned on me that the strenuous task she was preparing for was my spanking. 

"Finally. Thought I would have to go looking for you for a second there," she said when I walked in. "Come on over here, baby." Sleeves rolled up, mom hiked up her skirt way up her pantyhose covered legs almost to her crotch like it was the most normal thing to do. 

I was almost too scared to move but I crossed the room as commanded fidgeting with the paddle in my hand on the way. My bottom tingled, my penis twitched, and my sister snickered softly. Standing to her right, I handed mom the paddle without looking at her. 

"Ready for your first spanking, baby?" mom asked. For once, I shook my head. "Why not baby?" she asked quietly. 

I was quiet for a second and then whispered, "I'm scared, mommy." 

"Aw, I know, baby. Big ouchie spankings are scary for little boys," she said in a mock soothing voice. 

"I don't want the ouchies, mommy," I protested. 

"I'm sorry, baby, but you need a spanking. Come on over mommies lap," she said taking my left hand and pulling me over. A little "no" sound escaped my throat as I climbed over and then suddenly I was in the position of my dreams, a position countless little boys and girls found themselves in over the millennia. Mom's legs were spread and my penis hung free between her thighs. My hands touched carpet but my feet were suspended almost a foot up. Her smooth and slippery thighs felt wonderful under my own thighs and my stomach. They felt big and strong but also soft and feminine. 

It seemed like everything was in slow motion. Looking over my shoulder to my left, I could just see the side of mom's face at the top of my peripheral vision. She seemed to be inspecting the target area with a determined look. I twisted back to my right to see my sister smiling at the sight before her. Her eyes were saucers and she seemed flushed and excited as well. 

The light wood of the paddle rested on my right butt cheek and I held my breath. It disappeared before a crack made us all jump and left a surprising sting on my right cheek. Then the pattern was repeated on the left. 

"Remember: slow and not too hard at first," mom said to Katie. 

"This was not too hard?" I thought. I opened my mouth to protest just as my right cheek was struck again. Then the left. I had nothing to say, except "ouch, ow, owee." 

"Oh hush, you little baby, we just got started," she said quietly to me. The pattern and rhythm continued and though the shock of the initial sting passed, the sting itself grew and spread. 

"Now, what you want to do, Katie, is paint his bottom all over so that it gets about the same color of red. We want his bottom to hurt all over." She paused as she worked the outside of right and left cheek. "It is a good idea to not go too high up his back. Keep the spanks on the meaty places. You want to see it jiggle after each spank." I felt her start low, right then left, then a little higher, right then left, and higher. As the sting spread, I squirmed and wiggled and continued my little sounds of protest. 

Then it struck me: it was finally happening. I was being spanked. I was out of control, naked, over my mother's soft thighs, feeling the sting of a paddle on my bottom, sounding like a little boy, and undoubtedly the worse was still to come. My bottom jiggled with each spank. For some reason, I was embarrassed thinking that my sister saw the indignity of my jiggling bottom cheeks. 

It was overwhelming. I dug my fingers into the carpet and gritted my teeth. The crack of the paddle sounded so loud and like gunshots. For the moment, erect penis was forgotten; the overwhelming sting of my bottom eclipsed even my raging libido. 

Then she stopped. The sting quickly dissipated. While switching the paddle to her left hand, she said, "Katie, come over here." Katie was up in a flash and standing at my right thigh in mere seconds. Then mom's hand was gently cupping my right cheek. "Feel how hot his bottom is now," she said to Katie. Her hand disappeared and another smaller hand replaced it. Soft feminine hands gently cupping my bottom cheeks felt incredible. 

Katie's hand disappeared and I whimpered a little. "Wow, it is hot!" she affirmed. 

Fingertips--mom's fingertips--traced a circle on my right cheek and then my left while she said, "This is the most sensitive area. Right where he sits. We want to make sure that after his whole bottom is well spanked, that we concentrate at the end on these two areas." On the sensitive stinging skin, the light touch was electric. She traced them again and I moaned. My penis flexed approvingly. 

The fingers disappeared and the paddle tapped right where they had been. "Let's finish up, OK?" she asked no one apparently because she just started right up. I kicked a little as the sting came back. "We want it to be more intense now," she narrated. "First, I want to spank harder so it hurts more." The commentary matched her actions and I reacted accordingly with kicking and complaining. 

"I also want to go faster so it not only hurts more but he has less time to recover between spanks." Again, she demonstrated. 

"Ow, mommy, no! Owwww, oooo, no, mommy please," I chanted. I started to really squirm too. 

"Also, if you concentrate on one cheek for a couple, that should really get his attention," she said like I was somehow not paying complete attention to what she was doing. "Start with maybe five stingers to the right," she said while demonstrating. 

Legs kicking, bottom wiggling and jiggling, I was almost yelling, "noooo, mommie, owwwie, I'll be good, mommiiiieee." 

Like she didn't even hear me, "then when you change to his left cheek, he'll feel relief for just a second before you light a fire over there." 

"ow, ow, ow, I'm sorry, please, ow, I'll be a good boy..." On and on I babbled. 

"Then once you've really lit a fire, you can go back and forth a little or just spank him right on the crack way down low. That should get us a nice sorry little boy in a hurry," she commented apparently completely not hearing any of my protestations during the last couple minutes. 

"And that <spank> should <spank> do it <spank> for <spank> now <spank, spank>," she said and stopped. "OK, get up and no rubbing or you are going right back over," she warned coldly. "Let's see if you still have a hard penis after all that." 

I rolled clumsily off her lap and stood up facing her. Indeed, my little guy was still mostly engorged though not rock hard like before. I realized that I had tears in my eyes and was reaching up to wipe them when she jumped in, "no, no wiping your eyes or your nose. If you can't control yourself, I'll make you do time-out with your hands behind your head." 

"His penis is still pretty hard. Oh, and it is getting harder. That was a big spanking and it didn't make him soft. He is certainly a naughty boy," she pondered. 

"OK, let's put John in timeout and then I want to change my clothes. Go set the timer for 20 minutes. When it goes off, you can try this paddle on him, OK?" 

"Great, mom," Katie said sweetly. 

"John, I'm worried about you leaking. Go get a hand towel, lay it on the floor right here, and then kneel on it until the timer goes off." It wasn't a question. 

"I'm going to change out of my work clothes," she said. "Katie, why don't you change into your nighty? We are just going to be making Rice Crispy Squares and spanking your brother. We may as well be comfortable." 

"OK, be right back," Katie called on her way to the kitchen. I walked to the linen closet to get a towel and was almost run over by my sister on her way to go change. I took my time and selected an older dark green towel that I thought no one would miss. Katie and mom were still changing while I walked back to the family room. I slowly put the towel on the floor and then knelt down on it but had to reposition myself a little so that my penis tip was right over the middle. 

I was struck by how this was my fantasy but also my nightmare and that my naughty penis had created all of it. He pointed out proudly seeming to bask in the glory of what he created. Twitching in the cool air, he looked like the conductor of an orchestra tapping out the rhythm. Of course, behind me was the result of his twisted plotting. The sting was giving way to a tingle. I love the tingle. 

In the kitchen, the ladies of the house were banging around and chatting to each other happily. I couldn't hear what they were discussing but they sounded happy and excited. I wished I was part of their fun but then immediately realized that I was minutes away from being the center of attention again and that my ensuing pain was the cause of much of their fun. 

The timer went off and I jumped. I swear there was a cheer from the kitchen. I couldn't believe that 20 minutes had passed. Seconds later I heard mom and Katie walk into the room. Mom immediately said, "OK, John, time for round two! You can get up now." 

I struggled to my feet and turned around to see both women dressed in their sexiest sleepwear. I expected flannel pajamas and robes but instead, they were both wearing short basically see through nightgowns. I loved how mom's big breasts were hanging free and clearly visible through the sheer fabric. I tried not to stare. 

"Katie is going to spank you this time, John. It is important that she learns how and practices in case I need her to take care of your naughty bottom sometime when I am busy. I think you are going to be getting a lot of spankings from now on," she said with a little laugh. "Katie, have a seat here," she added pointing at our worn couch. "Sit on the edge, sweetie. And, John, let's have you stand at her right. OK, very good!" 

Then addressing Katie, she asked, "have you ever seen a boy's penis?" 

"Sort of. Just pictures in school and it didn't look like this." 

"They probably don't have pictures of a penis when it is all hard and ready for sex like John's is right now," mom speculated. I squirmed a little hearing mom talk about my sexual arousal. "See, a boy's penis gets hard so that it can go deep inside a girl. Just before he squirts out his sperm, it will swell up even a little more and his scrotum underneath will tighten up around his testicles. You can tell John is just about ready to pop right now because he is so hard that he is almost pointing straight up, his scrotum is all tight, slippery stuff is leaking out, and the tip is almost blue. Just a little touch and I bet he would spray all over," she said the last bit with a smile. 

"So, it is very important that we don't let this part touch anything," she said pointing at the underside of my penis just below the tip. Her finger was so close that I twitched in hopeful anticipation that contact would be made. "He is very excited right now," mom stated the obvious. 

Katie asked the tricky question, "but why is he still excited now that he is getting a spanking?" 

A wave of shame came suddenly came over me and if I could be more embarrassed, I suddenly was. My little hard penis declared my need, my desire, my excitement. His presence declared my naughty inappropriate arousal. It wasn't that I was excited that was the problem but why. Though little Johnny wouldn't mind having sex with a girl one bit, when little Johnny was in 'game mode', little Johnny wanted a spanking. 

"Well, Katie, I think Johnny might get so excited that even a spanking is sexy. He might even like the idea of a spanking while he is excited, right, John?" she asked bringing me abruptly into the conversation. I wanted to disappear but lacking that ability I decided to just nod and look at my twitching penis create more lubricant for the intercourse that wasn't going to happen. "It will still hurt though, right?" I nodded again. 

Talking to Katie again, "after he pops, after he makes his little messy, it will hurt a real lot. He won't have his hard little penis to distract him with sexy feelings anymore." 

I had to catch my breath. The thought of how bad the spanking will hurt after I cum always frightens me and excites me. I hear myself whine softly. 

"In school, they said that it feels good for a boy when his stuff comes out. Will it feel good for John even with the spanking?" Katie asked. 

"Well, Katie, it will and that is OK. We we are going to try to warm up his bottom with some spankings while he is all excited so that when we let him have the little sexy time that he wants so much he won't enjoy it as much. We are going to make sure his bottom is really on fire," mom explains, "and after he makes his little squirts, the idea is that he will feel all the spanks we gave him all night all over again." 

"So, it is like he is getting twice the spanks!" mom exclaimed to Katie with glee. 

The lights seemed to go on in Katie's head and she nodded vigorously. 

"Great! Let's put John over your lap but we have to be careful to be sure that his little erection doesn't touch your legs or anything. Spread your legs so he hangs between them," mom instructed. Katie spread her legs and the gusset of her panties pulled tight against her sex. Before I could really inspect what was revealed, I was pushed face down over her legs by mom. The top of my penis barely grazed Katie's left thigh but after a little adjustment, even that stimulation was removed. Just inches away and behind a thin barrier of cotton was a warm and wet place that was just a perfect place to slip my hard little guy and let him just squirt away. He twitched and flexed as he desperately tried to close the distance. 

"OK, Katie, just spank him like I did before. Start slow but remember: spankings are supposed to hurt so make sure to light a fire in his little bottom." 

Mom didn't have to give Katie any more encouragement. At first, it wasn't too bad. Actually, I sort of liked it. Usually when I spank myself with a lighter implement like a spoon, it stings but not so much that I can't stand it. The sting quickly turns into a tingle and I just want more and more. Katie's spanking started out like that and I heard myself groan almost in pleasure. 

Of course, it didn't last. The sting grew and the warmth turned into fire. Mom encouraged her along, "that's good. Get his whole bottom." Katie didn't seem to be spanking as hard as mom did but I was making a bunch of little boy noises while wiggling and kicking. Her thighs weren't as comfortable as mom's because she is a just a little girl. As she continued, I instinctually tried to avoid the spanks only to realize that I probably looked like I was humping my sister's lap. 

"Very nice, Katie," mom said after what was just a minute or two but felt like an hour to me. "Now give him something to really think about right on his sit-spots," she instructed. 

Katie repeated mom's finishing move and I voiced my (dis)approval in a way that must have delighted their ears. The spanking was suddenly over leaving only me repeating "ow, ow, oweee" in a little boy voice in an otherwise silent room. 

"Good job, Katie. Did you like spanking your brother's naughty bottom?" mom asked. 

"Oh yes, that was fun!" Katie answered with scary enthusiasm. 

"That is good to hear. I'm going to need you to help me give Johnny his spankings sometimes," mom remarked ominously. "I think his little pee-pee is going to be giving us quite a bit of trouble and his poor bottom is going to need lots of spanking." Even though my bottom was burning, the thought of getting frequent spankings instantly had me fully erect again. A low and soulful 'oh' escaped my lips. 

"OK, John, get up. Before you go back into time out, I want you to go put away the paddle and get the wooden spoon for your next spanking." I struggled to my feet and took the warm paddle from my sister who seemed disappointed that she had to relinquish her new toy. 

When I got back to the family room, they had already gone back to the kitchen. My bottom was really stinging and I had little drops of clear liquid oozing from my erect penis on my legs from the walk to my bedroom and back. I whimpered thinking about how much the spankings I already received hurt and how much worse it was going to get. My penis just flexed and oozed out more drips of slippery fluid. He looked like he was crying and I realized that I was probably going to be crying too soon enough. The wooden spoon lay on the floor in front of me. As I stared at it thinking about how mommy was going to use it to make my tingling bottom sting and burn, my vision got watery and I realized that I had tears in my eyes too. 

The timer went off and mom called, "we'll be there in a minute, baby. We are just finishing up." I fidgeted nervously. 

Finally, they walked into the room with big smiles on their faces. "John, we are going to spank the hard to reach places of your bottom now. This is going to be very ouchy. Can you be a brave little boy for your extra naughty spanking time?" 

"I'll try, mommy," I answered quietly. "Mommy, I'm scared," I said with a sniffle. 

Mom ruffled my hair, "I know, baby. You've been a big brave boy so far but you need more spankings. Look how naughty your pee-pee is." We all looked at my clearly very excited little guy. "I'm sorry, baby, but rules are rules after all. 

"OK, baby, I want you to lay on your back right here on the floor just like a baby getting his diaper changed." I wasn't sure what this was supposed to look like but I was shortly on my back with my legs spread and my knees bent. "Good boy, now let's lift up your legs and keep them spread. Now, grab your feet and do not let go." I was eventually in an obscene parody of the Happy Baby yoga pose with my bottom cheeks spread wide letting cool air caress my secret place. 

"See, Katie, how we can see his little bottom hole?" mom asked. Katie didn't answer either because she nodded (I couldn't see her) or the question was rhetorical and obvious. "What we need to do is be sure that his whole bottom gets a good spanking. You can see that he isn't red up and down his crack here," she said brushing her fingers up the insides of my crack on the left side, "or here," she continued torturing the right side. "And, of course," she continued, "his little pink hole needs some attention." She grazed fingers over my opening sending erotic shocks deep into my body. "Did you see him shiver?" she asked rhetorically because it could not have been missed. "He is very sensitive here so I think this will be very painful for him," she said with little compassion. 

Then I felt the tapping of a spoon against my right cheek. "Hold still, baby. Understand?" she asked sternly. 

"Yes, mommy. I'll try," I offered. 

Mommy made a humph sound and tapped the spoon against my cheek a couple more times. Then it was gone for a second and I realized that from this position, I could see her draw back the spoon before snapping it down on my exposed and unprotected bottom. A bee sting quickly formed on my right cheek before the spoon came into view again and then a sting appeared on my left cheek. She spanked hard starting at the apex of my cheeks but slowly moving toward the center. As she found fresh flesh to assault, the stings became more intense. 

"Oh, no, ow, no, mommy, please," I pleaded. My legs shook as I held onto my feet tightly. Then I felt the first spank on my anus and I convulsed. Each spank on the inside of my crack seemed to also graze it. My penis was forgotten and I was reduced to just the sting between my bottom cheeks seeming to penetrate to the very core of my being. That sensitive place of pleasure was turned against me into searing pain. "mommeeeee, no, oweeee, oh, oh, oh, nooooo," sounds escaped loudly from me but I held on to my feet with a death grip. Still, I was shaking and rocking. 

Softly, mom said, "hold still; almost done," before she placed her left arm across my right leg and gripped my left leg firmly to hold me still. With her target immobilized, she was able to focus her attention and aim. For the first time, I was reduced to tears. 

Then it was over. "Oh baby, was that super ouchy?" she asked clearly knowing the answer. I just cried. "Its OK, all over. You can put your legs down now," she offered. 

Putting my legs down just reignited the burn between my cheeks. I lay flat on the floor with my hands at my sides in tightly clenched fists not sure how I could move to relieve the pain. Katie noticed even before me that my penis wasn't as hard now. Mom quickly predicted that I would harden back up and almost on cue, my little guy started to firm up. 

"Come on, baby, back on your towel. Just a little timeout this time. We need to keep that bottom nice and hot, right?" she asked no one in particular. I felt her pull my shoulders off the floor and I struggled the rest of the way up and onto the towel. I was calming down at about the same rate my erection was returning. 

Katie and mom disappeared back into the kitchen. All I could hear were happy voices that juxtaposed ironically with the humiliation I had just experienced. I wasn't injured but I was tender. If I clenched my bottom, it hurt ferociously so I had to not only relax but actually stick out my bottom. Just as I was thinking about how this made my bottom a more inviting target, mom called for me to come to the kitchen. 

The two scantily clad women were waiting for me as I walked gingerly and nervously into the room. A long package with a bow sat on the island. "I got you a special present, dear," my mother said with an evil smile. "I picked it up over lunch." 

Katie giggled, "go ahead and open it." The object in the box was wrapped in tissue paper but was evident the second I opened the lid. Mom had bought a paddle somewhere. All of my spanking implements were improvised objects like the belt (sister's), paddle ball paddle (mine), hairbrush (mom's), spoon (kitchen), etc. but this was the real thing: an actual paddle for spanking. 

"What do you say, baby?" mom chided. 

"Thank you, mommy," I choked. 

"Thank you for what?" she poked. 

"Thank you, mommy, for the nice spanking paddle," I answered obediently. 

"Do you want to try it out?" 

I didn't know what to say. The paddle was only a foot long or so, probably only three inches wide, and was pretty thin but still it looked menacing. My bottom tingled in anticipation, my erection pulsed approvingly, but I was still speechless. Finally, I forced myself to say the words she wanted me to say. 

"Yes, mommy, can I get a spanking with my new paddle?" I said completely unconvincingly. 

"Of course, honey!" was the exuberant response. "Just bend over the island there and we'll give it a try." 

Concrete feet moved me into place and soon I found my bottom sticking out invitingly into the room ready for more punishment. The paddle covered both cheeks entirely as she measured it out on my bottom preparing for the first spank. It was the first time both of my buttocks were spanked at the same time and the pain was breathtaking and all encompassing. She paused after the first spank as I clenched my bottom tight only to relight the sting that had been momentarily forgotten between my cheeks. I immediately relaxed just in time for second swat. 

After about ten spanks, I heard mom say, "Oh Katie, you should try this. It is awesome!" Katie was only too excited to take over and though she wasn't as strong--at least not at first--I had had enough. Katie swung at least ten times as I squealed and slapped the island. 

"Now, now, John-John, don't be such a baby. It is just a little spankee; no reason to get so upset. My goodness," mom chided. I felt her hands on my bottom. "This in nice and warm, though. Nice and well spanked just like a boy's bottom should be," she remarked. "Turn around and let's check that little pee-pee of yours. Is he ready to do his dirty business, you think?" she asked no one. 

I stood up and slowly turned around so that they could inspect my privates. Just the idea of the inspection was enough to make me even more painfully erect. The paddling hadn't softened me up and the thought of having my mother and sister inspect my penis to see if it was ready made it twitch in anticipation. I had tears in my eyes that made my vision fuzzy again. I faced them and mom bent over to get a closer look and beckoned Katie to do the same. 

"He is very hard which is good and he sure has pumped out plenty of slippery stuff which means he is ready too. I like how the tip is even sort of a blue tint and, oh, look how tight his little scrotum package is. You can see both of his testicles even. I bet John-John really wants to squirt," she speculated. 

Then, addressing me like my opinion mattered for the first time, "would you like to make squirties, baby?" she asked in the voice a mommy would ask a toddler. 

I would have answered yes hours ago, of course, but I was embarrassed to admit to my mother and my little sister that I needed to have my little sexual release. I mustered a "yes, please," but it sounded shy. 

Mom picked up on this and decided to toy with me a little. "What's the matter, baby? You don't sound very sure," she asked still like she was talking to a little boy. 

I paused and fidgeted but my little guy just pulsed and flexed. "Mommy, its private. I don't want you to see me squirt," I whined softly. "Or Katie," I added for good measure. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, but you were very naughty. Making squirties in front of mommy is what naughty little boys who can't control their pee-pees have to do. Mommy and Katie are going to watch you make squirties every time from now on until we know that we can trust you to take care of your pee-pee all by yourself," mom patiently explained. 

Through my fuzzy eyesight, I could tell Katie was delighted by this news. 

"Do you think you are ready to pump all that naughty sperm out or do I need to spank that bottom of yours some more?" she asked. My penis twitched. 

"I think I'm ready, mommy," I said almost crying. 

From the side, I felt mommy hug me. Her negligee body pressed against me as she soothed me, "Its OK, baby. You will feel better after you've made your messy. I know having a hard penis for so long can be so difficult. Mommy will help you get it all out and then your penis will be nice and soft again. Won't that be nice?" she asked. 

I just nodded and sort of sobbed in frustration. 

"OK, good boy. Put your new paddle in your room and bring back the hairbrush," she command gently. 

I shivered, of course. I picked up the paddle from the island and was momentarily distracted by the solid piece of wood in my hands; a piece of wood whose only purpose was to strike my bottom, bring me pain and shame, and make me cry. 

"Hurry up, baby. The sooner you get the hairbrush, the sooner we can spank all that naughty boy-juice out of your pee-pee," she teased. 

Through sheer will, I pulled my legs free of the concrete and got moving. In my bedroom, I set the paddle down on my desk with a clatter and grabbed the hairbrush off the floor. I was relieved for the moment that it felt lighter in my hand but I knew what an evil instrument it could be. My relief was short lived and my nervousness reached a fever pitch as I came back down stairs. 

Mommy was bent over in front of the chair laying the towel on the floor. Her bottom pointed at me and I could see where her panties covered her sexy parts. The fabric was translucent like it was wet faintly showing the folds of her mature vagina. It crossed my mind that my hard penis was prepared to enter the mature sex of a woman but it was me--the little boy--that wasn't ready for that. The game, the fantasy, and play was becoming reality. I really wasn't in control. Spanking excited me instead of intercourse. Spankings were for little boys and intercourse was for men. It was only right that until I was older--until I was a man--spankings would be how I was going to have my releases. 

She stood up and quickly sat down on the chair but then reached down and straightened the towel so that it was directly beneath her thighs. Acknowledging my presence she beckoned me over to her right side and took the brush that I offered her like a sacred relic. 

"OK, baby, I'm going to give you a some spanks with the brush and I want you to stay very still. No rubbing against mommy's lap until I tell you that you can. Understand?" she asked sternly. I nodded. 

"Then, when I say you can, you can rub your pee-pee on mommy's lap but no squirting without my permission. If you think you are ready to squirt, you can ask for permission but don't you dare make a mess until I tell you to. You need to learn to control that naughty little penis of yours. If you squirt without permission, I am going to really blister your bottom. Do you understand?" she asked again very sternly. 

"Yes, mommy," I whispered. 

"Good boy," she answered perfunctory. "We've had lots of spankings today because you were playing with your little pee-pee when you should have been studying. Now I am going to try to teach you to control yourself. I don't want you to grow up to be a pervert thinking about sex all the time. When you do meet a nice girl and start having sex, I want you to be a good lover. You need to be able to make sure she is satisfied before you have your little fun. I'm not going to raise a premature ejaculator or some man that just uses women." She paused for a second before continuing, "This is for your own good, John. I will be very disappointed with you if you can't control yourself, do you understand? Very disappointed," she reiterated pointing at me with the hairbrush. "Yes, mommy, I understand," I whispered nervously. 

"OK, over you go," she said moving me into position and then gently pushing me over her lap. 

I climbed over mommy's lap again. She kept her legs apart so I hung free between them again. The brush rested immediately on my right cheek and her left hand held me tightly just above my right hip as she addressed Katie. "Come sit down here on the floor so that you can keep an eye on John's naughty little guy. Let me know when he starts to squirt, OK?" 

"OK, mom," Katie answer with glee jumping into position crosslegged directly in front of mom. I glanced over at her and was graced with a nice view of her panties stretched tight over her pre-teen genitals. For a brief second I wondered if Katie played with herself. Was my sister a sexual creature? 

The hairbrush brought me back from my speculation and directly into the present as mom started spanking me. My already sore bottom immediately began to sting and burn. I remained as still as I could only allowing myself to dig my fingers into the carpet. It didn't take more than a four smacks on my swollen jiggling bottom for me to start to complain. "Ow, mommy, no, ow, too ouchy mommy, please, no," I chanted. 

"I'm sorry, baby, a nice ouchy bottom will help not squirt too quickly and this will be a good reminder of what it will feel like if you do squirt without permission," she said lovingly. 

"Ooo, it is ouchy enough, mommy. Please no more ouchy," I desperately pleaded. "I'll be a good boy," I promised as I started to twist and kick. 

"Just a little bit more, sweetie," she said before spanking me right on the crack above my bottom hole three times. I instinctually, pushed my hips down to escape the brush and the tip of my penis just tapped her left thigh. 

"OK, baby, that's enough" she said soothingly. I felt her set the hairbrush on my back before she almost picked me up with both hands and brought her thighs together around my still mostly erect penis. I gasped as the warm skin of her soft thighs made gentle contact. 

"Rub against mommy, baby," she commanded. I wasn't really able to rub hard against her but it was enough to stimulate me. I started humping her lap in earnest the best I could in the awkward position. Suddenly the brush cracked down. "Not so fast," she said, "nice and easy." 

I slowed down but she spanked me again anyway. I gasped at the intrusion and my rhythm messed up a little. "Concentrate, baby. How does this feel on your penis?" she asked. 

"Good, mommy," I stuttered. Honestly it felt wonderful but I was embarrassed to say that. Even though I was naked with a well-spanked bottom masturbating against my mother's thighs under my sister's watchful eye, I didn't want to talk about the erotic sensations suddenly sweeping over me. 

"Just good?" mommy asked punctuating the question with a real stinger on my upper thighs. "That wasn't much of an answer," she huffed. 

I tried again but didn't do much better, "ow, oweee, it, um, my penis feels slippery. it, you, ow, feel soft. I, I, it, um, oh, mommy, I need to squirt. Can I make my squirt, mommy, oh?" I suddenly asked with desperate urgency. 

Two spanks caused me to gasp and brought me back from the edge a little. "No, baby, that was not nearly long enough. You need to wait," she sternly commanded and, for good measure, also punctuated with two more spanks. 

I was clenching my hands into fists but it felt like every muscle in my body was tense. I tried to slow down my humping to reduce the friction. 

"I see what you are doing, naughty boy. <spank> Don't slow down," she barked. "Katie, what do you see? How does his penis look?" mom asked quickly. 

"It looks really hard and the tip even more blue than before," she answered quickly. "It is still making slippery stuff and it is all over your legs, mom." 

"Mommy," I interrupted urgently. "Please mommy, I need to, mommy, I can't keep it in. Please, mommy, can I make my squirts?" I was totally desperate. My penis was tingling and it was spreading down my legs and up my stomach. 

"No, you hold it in, little boy." Then, with a huff, "very disappointed." 

My rhythm was falling apart and with seconds before I was sure I would pop, I squealed, "mommmeeee, please, its coming out! its coming out! mommy, I can't stop it, nooooo!" 

With every fiber of my body, I tried to will my ejaculation not to happen but it felt driven on by the force of life itself. My penis' need to explode was unstoppable. The point-of-no-return was upon me and I just cried "mommmeeee, please, no" one last time before the inevitable happened. I felt two quicks pumps at the base of my shaft before the semen forced itself in and erupted though the tiny slit. I lifted my hips drawing my penis across her thighs and sending ripples of pleasure through my member and beyond. 

"Mommy, he's squirting! He's squirting!" Katie shouted. 

I twitched and pumped goo on mommy's legs before sliding back through my own excretions. Encased in the warmth of mommy's lap, I pumped out the rest of my load. I hung my head and could see drips of white semen fall near a little puddle that had already formed on the well-placed towel. For a second, I relaxed into that wonderful glow that I feel after my orgasms when the spanking--which had never really ended--got my full attention. The good feelings in my penis, the sense of peace in my head, and the relaxed muscles were all chased away by searing fire on my bottom. 

"Oh, Johnny, I am so disappointed in you," she stated while spanking slowly but firmly. "Not only did you disobey me but that was far too quick. I took time out of my busy day and you just squirt your boy juice all over me the first chance you get? I don't think you lasted even thirty seconds. I, oh, this is so disappointing. What did I do wrong raising you?" 

For my part, all the dreams and nightmares were all coming true all at once. The post orgasm spankings always hurt the worst and when I had to do them myself, I loved the idea before I spurted but afterwards, it was just awful. I would cheat and stop or only do soft spanks but feel guilty and weak because I didn't have the courage and strength to spank more and harder. 

Mommy was giving me what I could not do myself and she wasn't paying any attention to my protestations. I was giving full voice to my distress with many sorry's, please's, and mommy's. It was all running together as I started to really cry. 

It didn't just hurt (and boy did it hurt), it was all becoming real. I felt like I had really let mommy down and that I deserved everything that was happening to my bottom. 

"OK, almost done, you little baby," she said coldly. "You can just save your little crocodile tears. I'll give you something to cry about," she said gripping my hip with her free hand and spanking me hard and fast ten last times. It brought fresh cries of anguish from my throat as I went stiff as a board. My back arched, toes pointed, and hands formed impotent fists on either side of my face as I cried loudly straight ahead into the room. Then it was over and without the energy being poured into bottom, I slumped limp over her lap. 

She didn't let me lay on her lap for more than a few seconds after the last spank but pulled me up to my feet where she had to hold me to keep me from falling over. Both Katie and mom got a good look at my scrunched up crying face as I sobbed in front of them. "Oweeee, oweee, oweee," I repeated like a little boy. 

"Oh, you're still dripping," mommy said with a little tinge of disgust. "Get over the towel," she said quickly standing up and directing me to kneel straddling the drops of semen I had sprayed. "Oh, and it is all over me too," she continued reaching for a couple tissues from a box on an end table. 

After wiping off her legs, mom said, "John, when you are calmed down, come into the kitchen for crispy squares, OK? No rubbing, touching yourself, cleaning up. Hands off your bottom, face, and penis until morning." 

I was rapidly quieting down as the fire cooled. I nodded and croaked an affirmative response. She ruffled my hair, "you'll do better next time, baby," she said encouragingly, "I know you will. You're still my good boy." And then she walked out with Katie leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

Sniffling, I took stock in how I felt. My face was a mess of tears and I feared snot and drool. My bottom was stinging still but that was fading disappointingly quickly. A tingle was setting in but I knew I was going to be sore if not bruised later. My penis was the biggest change. It hung soft and small; my testicles hung a little lower in my more relaxed scrotum. The shaft was shiny with lubricant and semen and the tip felt cold and wet. I bent forward for a better look and confirmed that a drop still clung to the tip. I bore down and watched it expand before falling to the towel leaving a long string of drool momentarily. 

For the first time all day, I relaxed. Calm washed over me. The raging drive that had pushed me this morning to even play the game was gone and all I wanted to do was have a treat with my mom and sister. Sleepy though I was, play seemed more my speed and I realized that I was little boy again. 

"John," said my sister's voice from the doorway, "mom says you can come get a crispy treat now." I struggled to my feet and felt a drip land coldly on my thigh. For the whole walk to the kitchen, I kept my hands as clenched fists at my side to keep myself from rubbing my tingling bottom or wiping off my messy face and penis. I didn't want to risk displeasing mom or Katie now not so much because I was afraid of another spanking--though that seemed pretty unbearable at the moment--but because I didn't want to disappoint them. I wanted to be good because at that moment I loved nothing and no one more than these two women in my life. The realization struck me and I wanted desperately to show them my feelings. 

I was demure when I walked in the kitchen but they were bubbly and happy. "You've got to try these, John. They turned out really good this time," Katie explained. Mom pulled one from the pan and held it out to me. They were sitting on the tall stools around the island and as I took the treat mom was handing to me, she motioned for me to sit down as well. 

I hopped up but when my bottom made contact with the hard wood seat, I winced and gasped. My tender bottom was not ready for any contact. They both giggled at my discomfort at first but then looked at each other and broke into actual laughter. I smiled and laughed a little as well. 

We sat there eating our treats like nothing had happened chatting about Katie taking the rest to her class the next day except for some that I could pack for myself. My bottom never got used to the chair and constantly reminded me of my spanking. On my lap, the semen on my soft penis dried but my little guy kept leaking just enough so that the tip felt cold. My testicles descended and ascended as they got busy refilling so that I would be ready for another mating attempt. 

As we finished up, I squeaked, "Mom, thank you for spanking me today. I'm sorry I was so naughty and I'll try to be a good boy and make you proud. I love you." Looking at Katie, "you too Katie. I love you too," I whispered. 

"Aw, John, that was sweet," mom responded. "You are a good boy, baby," she said putting her hand on my knee. There was a nice pause as the words hung in the air. "Come on, guys, it is getting late. Katie, help me package these up. John, go clean up the family room and put away all the spanking things. Keep the paddle ball paddle, the spoon, new paddle, and the hairbrush in your room; I think we will be using those on your bottom again soon. I'll be in to tuck you into bed shortly." 

Mom's teasing about a future spanking woke up my sleeping penis. I rushed from the room before anyone saw him getting erect. He didn't get totally hard but stayed heavy and swollen as I ran around the house putting away the borrowed spanking implements. Then I went to my room and sat gingerly on the bed looking at my pajamas wondering about what to wear to bed and what school would be like tomorrow. 

I heard mom say something to Katie, a door closed, footsteps up and down the hall, and then mom was knocking at my door and letting herself in. 

"I brought some special cream for your bottom. It should help keeping it from bruising too much," she said. "We don't want an ouchy bottom to keep you from concentrating at school tomorrow, do we?" she asked rhetorically though I shook my head in agreement anyway. "Can I put some on your bottom for you?" she asked and I nodded because that seemed entirely reasonable. "OK, one more time over my lap tonight," she said sitting beside me on the bed. 

We switched places and I climbed over her lap. Immediately I knew I was going to have a problem as my mostly flaccid penis responded excitedly to the soft flesh of my mother's thighs. Mom, ignoring the obvious for the moment, manipulated the tube of cream to squeeze some into her palms before gently smearing it onto my sore cheeks. It felt wonderful. 

"You do have a very nice bottom. I--I mean we--enjoyed spanking it. 

"Was the spanking what you needed, baby?" she asked softly. 

I didn't need to think about my response though I was getting distracted by how good mom's hands felt on my hot bottom as she rubbed in the cream. "Yes, mommy," I spoke at the floor of my room, "it was very good." And then added, "perfect even." 

"Perfect, huh?" she said incredulously. "Are you sure? Was there anything I could have done differently? Too hard? Not hard enough?" she pressed. 

By now, my penis was completely erect and throbbing against mom's lap. I tried to concentrate and after thinking for a couple seconds, responded, "I think I should have had to be naked when Katie came home and through dinner too. And maybe a spanking before dinner or even Katie could have spanked me before you got home. I just wish it had gone on longer," I blurted. "It was very good, I just wished it wasn't over so fast," I confessed. 

And then I ventured, "I like that you and Katie were in just your underwear. I started to wish you were naked too." I felt like I had gone too far. 

"Oh, you are a naughty little boy," mom said patting my bottom. My erection throbbed angrily. "Katie and I were talking about that. She said she liked teasing you. And spanking you. She liked spanking you a lot. You should be afraid, I think, of how much she liked that." It felt slippery under my penis and I realized that I was pumping lubricant again. Mom fiddled with the tube of cream again and then I felt her gently spread my cheeks apart. Her cream covered fingers ran up and down my crack deeper and deeper with each pass. It felt so good that I moaned involuntarily. 

When she touched my puckered little hole, I couldn't help but squirm. I pushed back against her fingers and felt the twin pleasures of friction of my penis and pressure on my anus. An 'oh' escaped my lips. 

"My goodness, you do have a very sensitive bottom, don't you?" mom asked. 

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry, it just feels so good I can't help it," I pleaded. "Mommy, I think I might make another squirt," I said softly. I didn't know how long this was going to go on and if she kept this up much longer, I wasn't sure I would be able to hold back. 

Mom thankfully wasn't upset. "I wondered if we got it all out during your spanking. Guess not, huh?" I was struggling to stay still as she just slowly circled my hole with her finger. "I think you need to be totally empty so you get a good night's sleep. Now hold still for a minute. Mommy will help you get it all out." 

With that, her finger stopped circling, found the entrance, and gently slipped inside. I gasped at the new sensation. One of her hands spread my cheeks as a finger of the other hand penetrated me. I felt the finger wiggle and it felt like she was looking for something. Suddenly there was a new feeling of pressure deep inside me. "OK, baby, you can make your little messy now. Rub against mommy's lap. That's it; that's a good boy. I want you to squirt it all out. Make mommy proud of how big her little boy can squirt." 

I wiggled and humped against her lap. Her finger inside me rubbed something gently and I moaned softly as the good feelings grew. 

"How is that, baby?" she asked. "Are you getting close?" 

I gasped and tried to answer but stumbled on my words, "yes, mommy, so close. Oh, mommy, I'm going to make, mommy, oh, thank you, I'm, oh," and then I was lost. 

"That's it. Let it all out. Squirt it all out for mommy." I shuddered and jerked as my penis exploded. I felt my anus clench and release repeatedly on her finger as I tried to pump out every drop I had. "Oh, good boy!" mom exclaimed. 

As it ended, I was again overwhelmed with gratitude, "thank you, mommy, thank you, so good, thank you." 

Mom slipped her finger out of my bottom and then patted me gently, "You better get up, baby; I think we've got a mess to clean up," she said lightheartedly. I climbed up and, yes, there was quite the puddle on her lap between her thighs. She had her legs tight together so that it wouldn't leak onto the carpet. "Hand me some tissues, please," she asked. I got them for her as fast as I could and watched her wipe it up then hand me the dirty ones to throw away before asking for even more. After those were soiled as well, she gave a huff and said, "well, those aren't very helpful. Hang on, I know." She then laid back a little, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down and off. Then she popped up to her feet, bent over, and wiped up the remaining mess with her panties. 

For my part, I was shocked at seeing my mother naked from the waist down for the first time. Luckily, there was no way I could get hard again so soon after two amazing orgasms, but still I was entranced. Her pubic hair was modestly trimmed hiding the delicate and mysterious folds that I knew were there. Mom noticed the look of shock on my face. 

"Don't worry, baby, I think you will be seeing your mommy naked a lot from now on," she said with a smile. "OK, you better get some sleep. Climb in bed and let me tuck you in," she said pulling back the covers. "Oh, wait, let me wipe that off for you so you don't get your pajamas all sticky." And before I could say anything or move, mom was bent over and using her panties to gently wipe off my penis. I was surprised as it was the first time all night anyone including me had actually touched my penis. 

"OK, get some pajamas on. Hurry up," she said standing back up. I did and then climbed quickly into bed. She pulled the covers up and then sat on the edge again. 

"One more question, John. When are you going to need another spanking?" she asked very seriously. 

I thought for a second before saying, "I don't know, probably not for at least a week, I think." 

"Maybe you could tell me a day or two before? Do you think that would work?" 

"Yeah," I said smiling, "I could do that for sure. Is that OK?" 

"Of course, baby, I am sure that would work," she said ruffling my hair. "Good night, John. I love you." 

"I love you too, mom," I answer and as she walked to the door, "thank you, mommy." She turned, blew me a kiss, and closed the door. I was asleep in minutes.