I was one of those kids who just managed to get spanked a lot, even when I legitimately tried to be good...I had a sarcastic mouth and a devious sense of humor, and tended to always be in the grip of an idea for a prank or other exercise in mischief that would be certain to result in the thing I hated (or so I thought) most: getting spanked by my Mom.

As the middle brother between two sisters (one older, one younger, both by approximately two years), I naturally got the blame for a lot of stuff, and deserved it most of the time.

But my Mom, a middle-school teacher, knew how to handle bad boys and girls, and she kept a thin-but-substantial sorority paddle from her own college days hanging from a leather cord in the laundry room. It was smooth, dark wood and was embossed with the greek letters Phi Mu.

When Mom thought one of us needed a dose of it, she would make the offender go and get the paddle, which we would do while begging and protesting and promising to be good...she would smile kindly, and nod as we made our case, but when we finished, she would remain calm and utter the words you were most hoping NOT to hear: "go up to your room and I'll be up to see you in a little while."

At that point, you knew better than to argue, so you'd do it, ignoring the smirks and giggles of your siblings as you climbed the stairs to the upper level of the house.

I would sit on my bed and try to rehearse a fresh argument to hopefully win a reprieve, but as I would do so, other images would crowd out the argument in my mind: images of my submissively-blubbering voice loudly assuring Mom I'd learned my lesson, to please stop paddling me, to please let me pull my pants back up...I knew it was coming, and I knew it was unavoidable. The feeling of dread was like a knife in the gut, although there were unquestionably some butterflies flitting around in there as well.

Mom would eventually enter the room after a discreet knock, and sit next to me, speaking kindly and firmly about how she wouldn't do this if she didn't love me so much, but it was her job to help me grow up to be a successful person and I've left her no choice but to discipline me this way.

When I was little, I'd struggle as she forcibly removed my pants and underwear for a hand spanking (age 5-8 or so)...around when I was 8, she started using a ruler she kept for this purpose, and I had begun to believe her threats to spank me extra if I struggled while she undressed me, so I'd hold still, whining as she smartly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and made me step out of them, as well as my tighty-whitey underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down.

I'd go over her lap for the ruler, and she would give me what seemed like a million little fast, sharp spanks that would have me begging and pleading in no time. When she'd finished, I didn't have to do "corner time", but I wasn't allowed to put my pants or underwear back on or leave my room for an hour or so, until Mom came back to talk to me some more. Depending on how this conversation went (and whether she determined I'd learned my lesson sufficiently) I might be allowed to dress and resume normal activities, or, in a more rare circumstance, there might be more spanking if she deemed I needed it.

When she'd finish the initial spanking and leave me crying and pantsless, I remember how I'd lay on the bed on my side with my flaming bottom competing with my tear-streaked face for which gave off more heat...and I also remember that I'd get really hard erections as I lay there-- the feeling of exposure and naughtiness and chastisement and humiliation all rolled up in one would make me feel a sensation that I didn't recognize yet as arousal, but it clearly was.

I'd hear the voices of my sisters playing in the next room, knowing they were not only aware of my punishment but had been listening to every whine and blubber that came out of my mouth as Mom's ruler smacked my upturned butt and the backs of my legs (one of her favorite target areas).

I can't say I masturbated in those years (8-10), because I didn't know about the concept of orgasm or climax...but I do remember that I would sort of squeeze my throbbing penis and marvel at how hard it got. The feeling of this would almost mitigate the pain in my buttocks and legs, and then I realized that maybe those two feelings depended on each other and that neither would be the same without the other.

My sisters were not immune from these punishments, either: both the older one (Emily) and the younger one (Kaitlyn) would get spanked more or less weekly for some infraction or other, with Kaitlyn probably getting it a little more often than Emily due to her defiance and slightly tomboyish tendency to play rough and wander past Mom's carefully established neighborhood boundaries with her roving pack of neighbor kids.

When Mom would order Emily to go to her room to await a spanking, Emily would go quietly, thinking that maybe be being cooperative she would find a loophole to get out of the punishment, or maybe get a lighter touch. But not Kaitlyn-- she would stamp her foot, argue the unfairness, even suggest that Mom was being "mean" or "hateful"-- and would thus ensure that not only would she receive her due punishment with the ruler (which was still the only implement used in those days prior to Emily turning thirteen and getting in major trouble which led to the permanent change to Mom's sorority paddle, but I'm getting ahead of myself) but that she would get a more severe dose of the ruler on her bare backside than she would have gotten if she hadn't argued.

I should mention that my sisters were (and are) lovely girls with the same light brown hair I have, and ice-blue eyes and really gorgeous smiles that can melt one's heart. Emily was less athletic than Kaitlyn, who was always wirier and a little more toned from her ferocious activities. And Kaitlyn was slower to develop breasts in her teens (her body weight remained lower due to running cross-country), but had a fantastic little butt she loved to flaunt by shaking it around any chance she got.

By the time puberty hit me at 11, Emily was thirteen and had really sprouted-- her breasts were getting rounder by the day and when I'd get a glimpse down the neck of her t-shirt, I'd be struck by the womanly fullness I was starting to see, supported by her first bra.

It was around this time that Mom unceremoniously changed the spanking implement of choice to her sorority paddle. The first to feel it was Emily, who was fast becoming a young woman and beginning to try Mom's patience by "trying to grow up too fast", as well as a dramatic uptick in breaking rules-- staying too long after school talking with friends, squabbling with Kaitlyn over trivial things.

One afternoon, when I got into the car after school (I was in sixth grade), Emily had a sullen look on her face as she sat next to Mom in the station wagon, and Kaitlyn wore a rather smug expression in the back seat. I didn't dare ask what was going on, and rode in silence on the short ride through the neighborhood to our house. As the car stopped in the garage, Mom quietly said to Emily, "I'll be right up." Emily didn't react, but slammed the door of the car as she strode toward the house.

Instead of going inside, Mom went to the attic above the garage as Kaitlyn and I went in to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mom walked through the door with the sorority paddle (which we'd never seen up to that point) and dropped her purse on the counter. She glanced at Kait and I, then slipped her wrist through the leather cord and walked upstairs.

After a few minutes of silence, we heard a solid WHACK! that was far sharper than the sounds made by Mom's ruler on our butts. There was a pause, and then another, this one accompanied by a gasp from Emily. We counted twelve measured swats, looking at each other in a mixture of shock and horror, and then heard Mom open the door to Em's room to exit. From inside we heard Emily sobbing, muffled by her pillow, which she was obviously crying into.

Mom walked down the stairs and fixed Kait and I with a stern look, the paddle dangling loosely from her wrist by its cord. "From now on, you're all going to be getting THIS instead of the ruler. You're growing up, and it's time you all had more serious consequences for your actions. Do you two understand?"

We nodded vigorously.

 

Kaitlyn was the next to feel the sting of Mom's sorority paddle, only a few days after Emily's introduction. When I asked her how bad it was, her eyes grew big: "it REALLY stings. Mom made me bend over and hold my ankles and gave me ten, and it was way worse than that ruler."

The idea of a standing position (bent over at the waist) was new; I was used to being across Mom's lap for punishments. At 11, I was beginning to develop as well; I had a fuzz of pubes and my penis had thickened and lengthened, and I'd finally put two and two together and realized that the "jacking off" motion I saw other boys make at each other accusingly was a reference to masturbation, but being too proud to ask anyone, I continued to puzzle over it, until a set of circumstances showed me the answer.

I'd been playing wiffle-ball with my friends in someone's yard, just down the street from our house, when an impromptu plan was hatched by some of the boys to go a few streets over to the home of a girl from school whose family had a backyard pool. She'd invited some of the boys, and they convinced me to tag along, which I'd done at the prospect of seeing the girl (and hopefully several of her female friends) in bathing suits...

The time got away from me, and it was only after hours had gone by that I felt a sudden jolt of panic: I'd been expected home long, long ago to shower and change for a trip to the mall to buy back-to-school clothes. I raced home on my bike filled with dread; sure enough, the driveway was empty when I arrived. I sulked into the house, knowing I was in big trouble, and this was confirmed when I went into my room and saw the Phi Mu paddle lying on my neatly made bed. I had still yet to feel it on my ass, but I know for sure that I would soon.

I tried in vain to think of the perfect excuse that would pass my Mom's rather adept bullshit detector, but before I'd made any progress in that regard, I heard the door slam downstairs, and heard my sisters spilling in with their crinkling plastic shopping bags, babbling about their prized purchases.

Next I heard Mom telling both of them to stay downstairs in the living room while "I go and deal with Brian", followed by her footfalls on the stairs. When she opened my door, I felt panicked, and began to plead with her, but she just calmly picked up the paddle and took me by the wrist across the room to the open space in the middle of all my strewn-about junk, and said, "Brian. You disobeyed me and you know you've earned this. Now take off your shorts and underwear."

I opened my mouth to beg her to leave my clothes on, but I saw from her look this was not going to any more negotiable now than it ever had been, and I pushed my shorts and underpants down over my hips and knees to the floor, and stepped out of them.

"Now bend over and hold your ankles and let's get this over with," Mom said firmly.

She placed a hand on the small of my back, and before I realized she'd even drawn the paddle back, I felt an explosion of stinging heat on my bare buttocks. Twelve or fifteen more followed, and I was crying just like I had when I was getting the ruler at eight years old.

She lectured me in between the swats, reminding me that this would be the new form of discipline now that I was growing up. As she said this, I was conscious of my penis stiffening against my stomach, and was mortified at the thought that she would notice I had an erection.

With my bottom on fire, she finally told me to stand up, but I couldn't meet her gaze with my tear-streaked eyes and my penis twitching with every beat of my heart. "Now you need to stay in here for a while with your pants off and think about how you're going to follow rules better in the future," Mom said sternly. And with that, she was gone.

I threw myself face down on my bed, reaching back to rub my smarting ass with both hands and also conscious of my stiff erection rubbing the sheets underneath my stomach. I found that grinding my hips a little caused my dick to rub against the bed in a pleasurable way I'd never felt before. I still felt humiliated and chastened, but there was another feeling mixed up in it all, and I think it was...thrill. Adrenaline. A rush like none other I'd felt. The flames on my bottom somehow seemed to accentuate the sensation in my penis as I continued to grind my mattress, and an image crossed my mind of a bird's eye view of my room during the spanking: Mom with the paddle, me naked from the waist down, bent over submissively, taking the firm licks from the thin dark board. And as I let the image sit in my brain, I felt a pressure build in my groin, and then the explosion of my very first orgasm, which ripped through me with the most incredible intensity of my life up to that point.

 

Flash forward a few months:

I'd acquired a stash of Penthouse magazines from a schoolmate whose father apparently had an endless cache of them (from the 70's-- it was now the mid-eighties) in forgotten boxes in the basement, and begun to really explore the mental crevices of my sexuality, opened up by not only the photos of spread vaginas and rosy buttholes but also by the stories in the Forum section or the advice in the "Call Me Madam" feature...hell, at that age, even the cartoons aroused the hell out of me.

One day, having just smuggled a new issue of Penthouse home from school in my backpack, I was flipping through the back section of the magazine when my eye fell on the "Oh Wicked Wanda" comic that ran in those days...and one of the drawings featured a naked, shapely blonde bent over the arm of a chair, being spanked by Wanda with a riding crop. The blonde wore a look of submission, but also a pouting expression that triggered something in my thought process...I guess it was the pouty ACCEPTANCE of the punishment as something that can't be avoided, rather than something to struggle and fight against...

I found my boner rehabilitated (I'd cum while masturbating to the centerfold only about four minutes before) as I gazed at the blonde cartoon girl with her voluntarily upraised bottom, accepting her punishment without struggle, and realized that this was just how Emily seemed to act when Mom would spank her-- unlike Kaitlyn, she never squirmed or fought over Mom's lap, or wildly thrashed about. She had the same resigned countenance as the girl in the Penthouse comic.

At that moment, a thrilling idea came to me: what if I deliberately earned a paddling, and took it the same way that Emily did-- accepting my fate, not protesting, just calmly baring my ass without begging and simply bent over to offer my bare bottom without pleading or yelling or begging, but just letting the punishment take its course?

 

But I always chickened out. I would be in my room masturbating, and imagining various spanking-related scenarios, and I'd think: "what if i just stop jerking off, without coming, and go get in trouble and get Mom to paddle me and see if I can take whatever she dishes out with no protest?" and the idea would come into focus, and...before I knew it, my cum would be spurting and the idea would recede into that post-orgasm haze where nothing is arousing...

I did receive several more unintended paddlings, though, and while I'd grit my teeth through them, and hate every last humiliating second of it, I'd nonetheless end up with a throbbing dick and an orgasm sending waves of delirium through my body as soon as I'd been left alone with my burning ass...

Mom always discreetly ignored my erections; she was always very matter-of-fact about sexual matters, and though I thought I saw the tiniest hint of a smile tug at the corners of her mouth a couple of times as she glanced at my swollen cock during post-spanking lectures, she never acknowledged it until she caught me with a pair of Emily's panties.

Emily had showered shortly before I went into the downstairs bathroom, and while I was doing my business, I happened to notice a pair of plain white briefs on the bathroom floor next to a wadded-up pair of pajama bottoms and Em's Rolling Stones T-shirt. I'd read numerous references to the tendency of women's underwear to retain the scent of her ladybits in those damn Penthouse letters, and having been acutely aware of Em's attractiveness over the last year or two, I decided to try them out, to see if I could detect the odor of her vagina on the crotch.

So I picked them up and took a tentative sniff near the crotch, and was immediately rewarded by my first whiff of Woman. I'll never forget the musky, peachy, sweaty smell that hit my nostrils as soon as I inhaled. It took me eight-tenths of a second to realize that the thing to do was to take this valuable resource to my room for further investigation.

I flushed the toilet, pocketed the panties, strolled through the kitchen where Mom was pacing around talking on the wall-mounted phone, and up the back stairs toward my room.

Once inside, I locked the door and reclined on my bed, taking out Emily's panties and holding them to my nose again, working my way from where the scent began near the front all the way back (it got strongest right in the middle of the gusset, which I figured made sense due to being right against her opening) to the seat (I swore there was a distinct ass-smell right where you'd expect it to be, which I found delightful)...and it was right at this moment that there was a sharp knock on my bedroom door.

I shoved the panties between my bed and the wall and hopped up, cheerfully saying "come in!"

Mom opened the door, glanced at me, then glanced behind herself to Emily's closed door across the hall.

"I know what you just did" she said, fixing me with a stare. I opened my mouth, but she cut me off.

"Before you say anything, I'm going to give you a chance to do the right thing, Brian. Listen carefully. Once chance. I'm your mother, and I love you and I know you. You can tell me, without hesitating, why I'm here and it will be okay. If you can't be forthcoming with your mother, though, there will be a consequence. So tell me. No hesitation."

My mind raced, but there was no way I was understanding her right. Did she mean I had to confess to sniffing Emily's panties or be in trouble? Could she possibly know?? HOW could she possibly have found out so fast? I had to be wrong, she's talking about something else, and if I confess to swiping my big sister's dirty panties to sniff while masturbating, I'll get in far worse trouble than I could ever get in for whatever she REALLY thinks I've done.

I looked at her and stammered, "M-mom...I don't know what--"

She shook her head sadly. "OK, that was it. You blew your chance. Now I'll tell you what happened, and then we will deal with it."

I had no idea what was going on.

"I had been in the bathroom just before you came down and used it. I noticed that Emily left her clothes and her towel on the floor, as I've told her repeatedly not to do. I even noticed that she left her dirty underwear right on top of the pile, which I find especially unladylike. I decided to punish her for that, and as I went to the kitchen to get the paddle to go and spank her, the phone rang and I talked for several minutes. While I was on the phone, you came and used that bathroom."

I was beginning to see. I dropped my gaze, feeling her pretty eyes burning sternly into me.

"Imagine my surprise when I got off the phone and called your sister down to point out the mess she left, and noticed that her dirty panties had disappeared."

I felt the color drain from my face.

"And now you've lost your chance to avoid punishment by not just leveling with me. I was going to overlook your sexual experimentation. I know it's that time in your life where that makes sense, and I was just going to warn you about being discreet."

I had to admit she was right. She'd probably found my stash or porn mags as soon as I'd brought them into the house, thinking I'd cleverly hidden them in an old duffel bag in my closet. I even thought they seemed rearranged sometimes when I visited the stash after school. And she was being cool about it, until I did something overt.

"Tell you what," she said, with what could almost be described as a smile. "Why don't you show me how much you've learned from this, and tell me EXACTLY what should happen next?"

I felt a vast range of emotions in a split second before I blurted out "Spank me!"

She smiled and nodded. "Tell me in detail precisely how that will occur. Show me you're a big boy."

I stammered. "You mean...how do...wait. You mean. I should go and get the paddle while you wait here?"

She nodded, and raised an eyebrow to indicate I should continue. "I'll go get the paddle, and come back here. I will take off my pants and underwear and then bend over to grab my ankles while you spank me for taking my sister's dirty panties."

She nodded. "What else will happen?" she asked.

"I...my penis will get hard and stand straight up." I said.

"And what will happen after I finish spanking you and leave you alone?" she looked at me slyly, encouragingly.

"I will touch my...penis and it will feel so good that my stuff shoots out."

"Good BOY, Brian! I knew you could do it. But you left out a couple of things."

"What did I leave out?"

"Before I spank you, you're going to watch me paddle Emily for leaving her dirty panties in the bathroom in the first place, and Kaitlyn for riding her bike across the highway this morning."

I couldn't believe my good fortune, but then it hit me: she intended to have my sisters present for MY paddling as well.

 

Mom sent me down to get the paddle and then go the living room to wait while she talked to my sisters. I sat there with the butterflies going crazy in my stomach as Mom rapped on Emily's door, entered her room, and closed the door behind her.

I heard the faint murmurs of their voices, Mom’s stern tones and Emily’s quieter, more complacent voice. In fairly short order, the door opened and Emily came downstairs, looking a little glum and resigned, but not so much so that she didn’t roll her eyes comically at me as she plopped down on the other end of the couch. She had on soccer shorts and a t-shirt, and I tried not to imagine how she was going to look when her bottom was bare and she was bent over, taking the paddle.

From upstairs, we heard only silence; Kait’s room was at the end of the hall, and Mom had gone in and closed the door to talk to her. Em looked at me quizzically. “What did you do?” she asked, a faint smile on her face. I couldn’t tell if the smile was because she already knew about me stealing her panties, or because she was looking forward to seeing me get paddled in the same way I wanted to see her bare butt get punished.

“I, uh...I--” From upstairs, we heard Kaitlyn’s voice, muffled through the door but clearly arguing with Mom. We heard Mom shout “NOW!” and the door opened, and we heard them coming down the hall toward the stairs. The butterflies kicked up a notch as I realized we were only moments away from our spankings. I felt my penis twitching in my pants as blood raced in with each heartbeat.

Mom entered the room, half-leading and half-dragging Kait by one wrist. She propelled her forward toward the couch, where Kaitlyn sat with a defiant huff.

“Now, here’s what we have, you three. You’ve all misbehaved, and I gave you all a chance to come clean to me in order to escape punishment. Only Emily did that, and promptly apologized, and admitted without hesitation that she deserved a spanking. Brian, you didn’t own up to what you did, but once you realized you were caught, you were at least honest enough to admit that your offence called for a paddling, and you even offered to fetch the paddle for Mommy. That was good. Kaitlyn, you’re still trying to deny that it was YOU I saw on your bike with those boys, crossing the highway. You don’t think you need to be punished because you don’t feel you did anything wrong.”

We all looked at each other. Mom let the silence go on for five or six seconds, then continued.

“Emily, I expect the most from you because you’re the oldest. I’m pleased you did the right thing, so you’re only going to receive three licks on the seat of your panties.

“Brian, you must be punished for your misdeed, but not as much as you would have gotten if you hadn’t wised up and accepted that you deserve a paddling. So you’re going to get ten good licks on your bare bottom.”

Mom fixed her gaze on Kait. “Kaitlyn, you’re growing up fast, and soon you won’t be a little girl anymore. But today’s antics prove that you still have some learning to do, so you’re going to be paddled with all your clothes off, ten licks. You will then stand in the corner, naked, for thirty minutes, and then you’re going to get ten more spanks with Mommy’s hairbrush.”

Kait opened her mouth to howl in protest, but Mom silenced her with a look. “If you say one single word other than “yes ma’am”, I will use my belt instead of the hairbrush.” Kaitlyn clamped her mouth closed.

“OK”, Mom said. “Let’s go, Emily. Take those shorts off.”

Em sighed and stood up, pushing down her green Umbros and kicking them away. Mom walked over to her, and patted her shoulder. “Thanks for setting a good example, Em”.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now, let’s get this over with. Hands on your knees this time.”

Emily obeyed, bending over so that her buttocks were in our direction. Her pale blue panties were ridden up in her butt crack a little, and Mom pulled them out and smoothed them across her bottom in a somewhat tender gesture. She placed her left hand on the small of Em’s back, and drew back the paddle to land the first swat. Despite her obvious decision to take it easy on Emily, it was still a fierce smack, and Kait and I both jumped a little as we watched Em’s butt flatten out for a millisecond as it landed. Mom wasted little time drawing back the paddle and landing the second lick right across both cheeks. Em grunted at this one, which no doubt stung far worse since it was applied to the same spot as the first.

“One more, Emily,” Mom said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Em said, her voice noticeably shaky. She was on the verge of tears, but sounded like she might be able to withstand one more without going into full-blown crying. With a resounding crack, the last spank landed, and Em grunted louder, but stood up and rubbed her bottom as Mom patted her back again.

“Very good, Emily. Now please sit down on the couch while I take care of your naughty little brother.” She looked sternly at me, and gestured toward the center of the room, where Em had just stood.

I sensed that it would please her if I bared myself without her having to tell me, so I walked to where she stood and pushed down my shorts and underwear, conscious of both the cool air and the gaze of my sisters behind me on my bottom. My cock pointed straight in front of me, and I was used to Mom seeing it, but of course it was a different story for my sisters-- I wondered if I could get through my paddling without them getting a full look, but I didn’t wonder for long. Mom took my shoulders and turned me to face them. My face blushed the deepest imaginable red as I felt their eyes settle on my five-inch erection and dangling testicles.

“Girls, Brian’s misbehavior is going to stay between he and I, but he has to learn that he must be more discreet in the future or else people will learn his secrets, much like you are learning one of his secrets now: the fact that he is growing up fast and must learn to act like the young man that he is, and not a bad little boy.”

She let this sink in for a moment as my sisters continued to look. I couldn’t look directly at them, but I could feel Emily smirking and Kait staring with wide eyes at my throbbing prick.

“OK, Brian. Turn around and put your hands on your knees.” I did as she said, noticing that placing my hands on my knees instead of holding my ankles, as was usually Mom’s procedure, had the effect of allowing my balls to be visible between my legs, as my feet were shoulder-width apart. Mom took her place behind me, and rubbed the cool wood of the paddle across my tingling bottom. “Now, to show your sisters what a big boy you are, I want you to take your paddling without moving out of place. If you do, you will have to join Kaitlyn for corner time without your pants or underwear. Are you ready?”

“Yes ma’am.” I braced myself.

The first spank surprised me, but I kept my feet still and my hands firmly planted on my knees. The rest followed in fairly rapid succession, with only a couple of seconds in between. I felt my balls swing a little after the first couple of impacts, but by the third spank, the skin of my scrotum had drawn up, probably due to my body’s evolved protective reflex. When Mom gave me the seventh spank, I felt tears sting my eyes, and I sniffled loudly on the eighth. By the ninth, I was crying, but I did not beg her to stop. The tenth was the hardest, and Mom delivered it at a velocity that almost pushed me off my feet. I straightened up, revealing my hard penis again as I looked to Mom, wanting to ask if I could get dressed, but preferring to wait for her instruction to do so.

“Very good, Brian. Maybe next time you will remember to be forthcoming with your mother the FIRST chance you get.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m not going to make you do corner time, but I think you should keep your pants off until we are done here to help you remember to be discreet in the future. Don’t you think that is fair?” She settled her eyes on mine.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now sit down. Let’s go, Kait. Little girls who do dangerous things and lie about them have to get all the way undressed for their punishments.”

Kaitlyn just couldn’t do it, though. She knew she was in for it, and couldn’t bring herself to get off the couch to face her punishment. Emily and I looked at her encouragingly, hoping she wouldn’t make things worse on herself by angering Mom, but that was clearly in the cards.

“NO, MOMMY! It’s not FAIR! I’m not so stupid I’m going to ride my bike out in front of cars! I don’t deserve to get spanked!”

“Kaitlyn,” Mom sighed. “Rules are rules, and it doesn’t matter if you agree with them. You have to follow them. Now this is your last chance to avoid a much more serious punishment. Get your clothes off NOW.”

With a snort of disgust, Kaitlyn got up and walked toward Mom. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a training bra I didn’t even realize she wore. “Mommy please can I keep my bra on?” she pleaded.

Mom just looked at her.

“Please, Mommy? I’m embarrassed. It’s not fair.”

“No, Kaitie. I told you you would be naked for this, and the time to make it easier passed a while ago, when you decided not to be honest, or accept that you need to be punished. Take it off.”

With a mighty sigh, Kaitlyn undid the clasp and hurled the bra to the floor. I immediately noticed that she had no need for it whatsoever and that Mom clearly only had her wearing it to get her used to the concept, since she was due for puberty any day now.

When she pushed her white shorts and panties down her legs, I saw that puberty had indeed visited her other regions, as the slightest bit of wispy pubic hair was visible around her otherwise-undeveloped vagina. Apart from the minute bit of downy fuzz, it looked the same as the last time I’d seen her naked, changing out of her swimsuit on the back patio a couple of years ago.

Mom indicated the spot on the rug where Em and I had taken our licks.

“Let’s go, Kaitlyn.”

“Mommy...please...I admit it was wrong. It really was. But Mike and Chris told me we--”

“Kaitlyn Nicole! I strongly advise against arguing at ALL right now, and especially not mentioning those boys you aren’t supposed to play with. It is guaranteed to make things worse for your bottom. Now get in position.”

“Mommy, PLEASE don’t spank me! I’ll do all the dishes for a month! I won’t go back outside! I will be a good girl, just please don’t--”

“Kaitlyn, I’m going to add ten more licks if you don’t bend over with your hands on your knees NOW.”

Sobbing already, she did it. She bent over, with her pert little bottom pushed outward and her hands on her knees. Mom didn’t like the looks of it, though, and demanded an adjustment:

“I want your legs further apart, Kait. Shoulder-width.”

The tempo of Kait’s sobs grew as she complied, realizing, as I had realized earlier, that this opening of the legs makes the genitals much more exposed and visible. I was struck by how far back her vaginal opening was-- as a kid, I’d always thought of it as being at the front of the body, like the penis, but it was really parallel to the ground. Also from that angle, her inner lips were more visible than they were when she was standing; in a standing position, I could only see the cleft of her puffy outer lips. But from behind, the pink slit down below was visible, as well as the little pucker of her anus.

“I want to remind you, Kaitie, that your feet are not to move during your paddling. If they do, we will start over with your ten. Do you understand?”

I didn’t her Kaitlyn respond verbally, but I saw her brown ponytail bounce twice in correspondence to what I guessed was a nod.

With a sharp crack, Mom laid the paddle across both of her little buttocks, eliciting an immediate yelp. “Stay in position, honey!” Mom admonished.

She continued with the paddling, laying all ten smarting blows across Kait’s butt with the same even, measured stroke. Kaitlyn was crying freely after the third, and clearly miserable by the sixth, but she kept her feet planted and her bottom presented for the paddle.

When Mom stopped and guided her to the corner, her pretty face was tracked with tears, and she avoided mine and Em’s gaze. I felt sorry for her, but my erection was throbbing to the point that I was afraid I might actually ejaculate without touching myself.

“Now you’re going to stay there until we come back for the rest of your punishment, Kaitlyn. You are not to touch your bottom or speak or turn around. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” “Good.” Emily, please go up to your room. I think maybe it needs vacuuming, but you can be the judge of that.”

“OK, Mom,” Emily chirped, still elated at her light punishment.

“Brian, you go to your room too. I want to talk to you in a moment. I’ll come up there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I walked upstairs, hearing Kaitlyn still sniffling naked in the corner. My cock was still ramrod-hard, and I knew that the lightest touch of my hand would send my come flying with astounding velocity and volume. My bottom still stung, but the feeling had begun to recede just to the point where I liked it-- the outright pain had been replaced by a warmth that was entirely erotic, not to mention that it provided a tangible reminder that I had just been exposed and punished like a child by my Mom, in front of my sisters, who both had taken the opportunity to feast their eyes on my swollen penis.

I’d just settled onto my bed when Mom’s familiar discreet tap sounded on my door.

“Yes, Mom?”

She opened the door and approached the bed, where I lay naked from the waist down.

“Bri, I DO appreciate you setting a good example for your little sister by taking your punishment like a big boy. And I want you to remember to be discreet about your private adventures, and I assure you that just because I’m being understanding about those adventures doesn’t mean you won’t find yourself getting punished for future indiscretions. You DO understand what I mean, don’t you?”

I nodded. “I think so, Mom.”

She smiled. “I suspect you have some private business to take care of now, don’t you?”

I blushed fiercely. “Yes.”

“Well, “ she said. “I’ve decided to give you a small reward to commemorate our new understanding. Here.”

She held out her hand to me, and my jaw dropped as I saw what she was holding. The bright yellow panties Kaitlyn had been wearing before she undressed for her paddling.

“I want those back in the living room in thirty minutes, before I finish spanking Kaitlyn. And I want you and Emily to come back to the living room for that. You can put on your pants when you’ve finished in here.”

“OK, Mom...thank you.”

“You’re welcome, darling. Now remember, you have half an hour.”

 

I was in disbelief. I looked at the yellow scrap of cotton in my hands, and was so delighted that I couldn’t even break my trance to lift them to my nose right away. I wanted to savor the moment just before I learned what my little sister’s pussy smelled like.

I turned them inside-out, exposing the double-layered cotton of the crotch. To my surprise they were slightly damp. There were a few flecks of whitish residue right in the same place where Emily’s panties had been dirtiest. Unable to prolong it any longer, I held them to my face and inhaled. The scent that greeted my nose was shockingly pungent at first-- Emily’s panties had smelled mellower, milder; Kait’s had a randier, more earthy aroma that was a little more pungent, although I love it. There was a more pronounced ass aroma at the very back of the gusset, and the thought that this little bit of fabric had been pressed up against my sister’s pink little butthole drove me wild.

I was so aroused at this point, after all I’d seen and experienced that day, that I knew that bringing myself to orgasm was a mere formality. I took my stiff little prick in my hand, and, holding Kait’s panties to my nose with the other, inhaled as I gave my cock what turned out to be about eight strokes before my orgasm swept over me and hot cum spurted in five or six explosive jets all over my abdomen. I settled back on my bed, more spent than I’d ever felt in my life, and waited for Mom to call Em and I back downstairs.

        ***

I was daydreaming about the way Kaitlyn’s bare little bottom had looked as she took her paddling when I remembered with a jolt that I’d been told to return the panties back to the living room before I returned for the rest of her spanking-- and Mom had declared she’d use her hairbrush, which I could never remember her doing before, although I learned much later from Emily that Mom had in fact used it on her a few times before this point.

At any rate, I took one last, long sniff of the panties and then pulled on fresh underwear and shorts (I’d left my others in the family room) and put the underwear in my pocket before bounding downstairs. Mom and Emily looked up when I came into the family room, and I realized there was no way I could subtly get Kait’s panties out of my pocket and onto the floor beside her shorts without Emily seeing me. I’d failed yet again to be properly discreet!

I sat down, feeling crushed, next to Em and glanced over at Kaitlyn, who’d stopped sniffling and was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, facing the corner with her still-reddened buttocks facing the room.

Mom sat down on the couch between Em and I (we were sitting at either end) and patted her hand with the heavy wooden hairbrush. “Kaitlyn, come over here,” she ordered.

With a sigh, Kaitlyn turned around, but seemed surprised to see Mom sitting on the couch.

“Come lie on Mommy’s lap for the rest of your spanking. Your brother and sister and going to assist me by helping me keep you in place so you won’t try to wiggle and squirm. Let’s go.”

My naked little sister walked hesitantly over to the couch, looking at all three of us with obvious dread. Mom took her arm and pulled her across her lap, and I adjusted Kait’s legs so that they were over my own lap. “Emily, you will hold Kait’s wrists, and Brian, please hold onto her legs just below the knees.”

We did as we were told, and Mom patted the cool wood of the brush against Kait’s bottom.

“This is going to be tough, Kaitie, but your brother and sister will help you get through it. Do you remember what this part of your punishment is for?” Mom asked.

“Yes. For not admitting I deserved to be paddled for riding my bike across the highway. But, please, Mommy, don’t--”

We didn’t hear the rest of her plea, because Mom laid a searing blow across the lower part of Kait’s little bare rump, just above the crease where her bottom ended and her leg began. Kaitlyn tried to recoil, but I held her legs tight, noticing that for one instant while she strained to get away, her little asshole became visible. The next lick was placed in the same spot on the opposite cheek, and was just as hard. This time, Kait’s pussy came into view momentarily.

The next two spanks were applied to Kaitlyn’s upper legs, followed by a flurry of fast ones to the meatiest part of her buttocks. Kaitlyn did her best to squirm and thrash, but Emily and I held her tight. I realized I’d become hard again, and realizing I could do so undetected, I pressed my boner into Kait’s legs as she struggled against me.

Mom gave Kait the tenth spank, and then kept a hand pressed to the small of her back, holding her in place. “OK, baby...are you sure you’ve learned your lesson?”

“YES!” Kaitlyn howled through her tears.

“All right, then. You may go to your room until dinner time. I have to drop off a cake for the PTA bake sale in a few minutes, and when I get back we’ll have supper.”

Kaitlyn climbed off of us and walked on shaky legs to her shorts on the floor of the living room. She looked quizzically around, seeming confused, and I realized she was searching for the panties that were still in my pocket. Mom looked at me icily. “Go on upstairs, honey,” she said to Kaitlyn. “I put your underwear in the laundry, they seemed a little dirty.”

Kaitlyn nodded and sniffled her way upstairs. Mom got up and collected her purse and began to apply lipstick in the hall mirror. I waited until Emily turned on the television, and went to Mom. She saw me approaching in the mirror, and shook her head sadly.

“Did you lose track of time?”

“Yes. I remembered, but when I got downstairs, you and Emily were already back.”

“It’s not the end of the world. But there has to be a consequence, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mom. Of course.”

“Good. We’ll talk about that later. Do you still have Emily’s panties in your room?”

“Yes.” I’d forgotten about them in the wake of all that had happened.

“While I’m gone, get them into the hamper, along with Kaitlyn’s.”

“OK, Mom. I will.”

“Did you find them...interesting?”

I blushed fiercely. “Yes.”

“Did you make any comparisons between Kaitlyn’s and Emily’s?”

“Yes.”

“I have an assignment for you. On top of the laundry hamper in the master bath you’ll find a black pair. You may take them to your room. I’ll discuss your findings with you later. And we’ll deal with your little discretion lapse.”

“Yes ma’am.”

        ***

Mom left, and I went to my room to retrieve Emily’s panties. I paused to take one last long sniff of both Em’s and Kait’s, and then left my room to go down the back stairs to the laundry room, knowing I could avoid Emily in the living room by doing so. I opened the laundry room door, and tossed both pairs of my sisters’ underwear toward the pile at the foot of the washing machine. As they were in midair, I heard Emily’s voice behind me.

“I KNEW it! You are a dirty boy INDEED!

I turned around, feeling the color drain from my face. Emily stood with a smirk on her face that was both angelic and sanctimonious. “If you wanted to know what my pussy smells like, you could have just asked me to let you check it out.” She smiled wickedly. “And you obviously want to know about Kaitie’s, too.”

I was speechless.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you find out a little more, but you have to remember that I’M the big sister, and you will do whatever I tell you to. And if you think Mom’s paddlings are bad, you won’t believe what your SISTER can do to keep you in line.”

 

 

I nodded dumbly. Emily’s icy blue eyes danced with glee at the reaction she was getting from me. She took a step forward so that we were practically nose to nose, and smiled as she lightly brushed her hand across the front of my pants.

“Are you going to be a good little brother?”

“Yes.” At this, she touched me again, this time coming from underneath, and with a little more pressure. My cock was ferociously hard now, despite my spectacular orgasm just shortly before-- although in the short time since, I’d witnessed my naked little sister get spanked with a hairbrush, as well as sniffing both sisters’ panties. With the additional stimulation of Emily catching me in the act and touching my cock, I was lucky I didn’t shoot in my pants.

“OK,” Em smiled and reached back to adjust her ponytail. “Mom will be back soon, and Kaitie and I are spending the night with Lauren and Kelly tomorrow night...but Friday Mom is going to that dinner party, and if you’re a good boy between now and then, and do everything I say, there might be a little reward for you. Are you in?”

I nodded. Emily grinned wickedly and wheeled around, heading back to her room. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced back, saw I was still looking at her, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, and pushed them down, beneath her butt, revealing her shapely buttocks! She wiggled her hips back and forth once, giggled, and pulled up her shorts and panties, racing up the stairs.

I realized time was growing short, so, in something of a daze, I went to Mom’s hamper, where, as she’d promised, a pair of lacy black underwear sat on top. I grabbed them and went to my room, passing Kait’s room as I did so and noticing that she was lying on her bed, curled up on one side, with her pants and shirt still off and her bright red bottom facing the half open door. I guess she didn’t see any need for modesty, given the events of the last hour.

I couldn’t resist going in to talk to her, so I stuffed Mom’s panties in my pocket and went in.

“Kaitie? Is it ok if I come in?” I asked softly. She sniffled and nodded, and I approached her bed, lying down behind her, almost in a spooning position but not touching her.

“Your bottom’s really red. Can I touch it?” I asked, not believing I had the courage to do so.

She nodded again, still not looking at me, and I wasted no time in cupping one blazing cheek with my open palm. The heat coming off was surprising. I caressed her ass gently, knowing how she felt (the sting in my own ass was receding, but I’d been given substantially less punishment than she had).

“Are you going to be ok?” I asked her. “That was a pretty rough spanking.”

“Yes, I’ll be ok.” She snorted, almost comically. “You know I’ll get it again in a few days anyway. But if you want to know a secret, I don’t mind it.”

“You don’t?” This stunned me, but I tried to act nonchalant.

“No. Bri, don’t tell anyone, but after Mommy spanks me, I get a tingly feeling that is the best feeling ever when I think getting spanked and having my clothes off. I really kind of like it.”

“Um...you know what? So do I,” I admitted, since we were sharing our secrets. “I also really like the way you had to take off all your clothes today, even your bra. I haven’t seen you all the way naked in a long time.”

“I know you liked it, silly...we all saw how big and pointy your thing got when Mommy made you let us look at it. But I liked being naked in front of everybody, too. It makes me feel excited like when I ride my bike down a hill really fast. But don’t tell Mom I do that!”

Her mention of our Mother reminded me I had an assignment to take care of in my room. I patted Kait on the hip, avoiding the bright blush of her buttocks, and headed to my room to examine Mom’s panties.

 

I conducted what could only be called a thorough investigation of my Mom’s underwear. Every olfactory nuance was observed, mainlined into my brain via my eager nostrils. Mom’s pussy smelled spicy and earthy and muskier than either Em’s or Kait’s...there was a little less intensity of smell in the ass region, at the back of the gusset, but I chalked that up to Mom being a more thorough wiper than my sisters.

My boner was throbbing, though, as I inhaled over and over again the forbidden scent of my mother’s cunt. I knew I could ejaculate mightily with only a few tentative strokes of my hard prick, but I was enjoying the buildup so much I felt like prolonging it.

I heard Mom’s car pull into the drive, and decided I wanted to see how everyone reacted to Mom after the afternoon’s punishments, with all that had gone on, so I strolled toward the kitchen, where Mom was lugging in groceries. “There are more in the car,” she said sweetly, and I went out to bring them in.

As I placed the bags on the counter and began putting refrigerated items in the fridge, Mom lowered her voice, almost conspiratorially. “You know there are still those other indiscretions we have to address, right sweetie?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom. I understand. If you want, I’ll tell you what I deserve--”

She cut me off. “Actually, Bri...in this situation, you don’t know what you deserve and you need your mother’s guidance. I appreciate you taking the initiative, but you’re in uncharted territory.”

I looked at her agape, trying to comprehend what she could mean.

She took a gallon of milk from a bag and put it in the fridge. “Tonight, I’ve arranged for your sisters to spend the night at the Bartons’. Their girls are having a sleepover tonight, and asked if Em and Kait would like to go. I think this will give you and I time for some lessons in discretion and tact that will be very valuable to you. Don’t you?”

I found I couldn’t speak. I managed a nod.

“Good boy. Now I don’t want you to think about it too much until later, so why don’t you just go up to your room and take a nap. I’ll be dropping the girls off at the Bartons’ in a hour, and when I return, I want you freshly showered and waiting for me in the living room. With no clothes on.”

 

The thirty minutes she was gone seemed like days. I brushed my teeth and took a shower, and was met with a very peculiar sensation as I toweled off afterward-- it felt so bizarre to not be putting on clothes. I couldn’t remember a single shower in my twelve years of life that wasn’t followed by getting dressed.

I went downstairs, as instructed, and sat on the couch, making a great effort not to touch my penis, which would have sprung to attention at the slightest glance, let alone touch. Still, it was half-hard, and I could see it twitch with each beat of my heart.

In short order, I heard Mom unlocking the door, and entering through the kitchen.

“Brian, come in here,” she called, her tone of voice entirely sweet. I hopped off the couch and ambled into the kitchen, feeling so conspicuous being naked I could barely resist the urge to cover myself-- I had resolved not to ever cover myself from my mother years ago, when I was six or seven and still getting the ruler on my bare bottom over her lap-- it only made her angrier, or earned me more punishment, or made it seem like my focus was more on my nakedness than where she wanted it to be-- on my misbehavior and punishment.

She looked me up and down for a moment, and asked if I understood why I was naked.

“I think so. It’s because I need more punishment, right, Mom?”

“I think “Mommy” will do for the rest of the night. Just call me that, so we can be clear that this is an evening between a Mommy and her little boy who thinks he’s grown up but still has lessons to learn. Is that a deal?”

I hadn’t called her “Mommy” since I was four or so, but my sisters still did sometimes, especially Kaitlyn. “Yes, Mommy,” I said, unable to meet her eyes.

“Thank you. Now, you’re right, you ARE going to be punished some more, but there are also going to be several lessons I’m going to teach you that involve circumstances more so than paddling your or spanking you. One of them is that you will remain naked for the rest of the evening and into tomorrow. If you are good, and do everything Mommy says, you will be allowed to dress while I’m out picking up your sisters tomorrow afternoon. If you are not, I may be forced to keep you in this state after they return. I think they’d quite enjoy that, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Yes, Mom--Mommy.”

“Did you see how Kaitlyn’s eyes looked you over when you stood naked in front of her? That’s why I allowed you to take her panties to your room-- I knew that what you’d find would be the scent that resulted from your very own display of your penis to her. They WERE wet, weren’t they?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Did you like how they smelled?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Did you notice from the smell that she doesn’t always wipe her bottom well enough?”

I couldn’t believe it was being asked to comment on this.

“Yes, Mommy. The seat of her panties smelled like her bottom was a little dirty.” “I’ve punished her several times for that before. Maybe when she returns, I’ll give her a special punishment I’ve been threatening to use if she doesn’t practice proper hygiene.”

I nodded, trying in vain to imagine what that might consist of.

“Did you also like the way Emily’s panties smelled?”

“Yes.”

“And what about Mommy’s?”

“Yours were best.” I felt my cock twitch to full staff; it had been steadily growing since the moment I was ordered to address her as “Mommy”, and the panty discussion hadn’t helped.

“I’m glad you liked them. The particular aroma of a woman is part of her identity. But experiencing that scent is not something a man just has a right to do anytime he wants, and that’s why there have to be consequences. In the future, you will have to be discreet and make sure you are not detected if you choose to treat yourself to a whiff of someone’s dirty underwear.”

I nodded.

“So now that you’ve had a chance to inspect the dirty panties of every woman in the house, and orient your horny little nose to the thrills they hold, I think the only proper thing to do is to give you a little reminder of what will happen in the future if you make bad choices and act indiscreetly. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And what do you think that should be?”

I thought about it, but nothing came to me immediately. “I mean...I know I deserve a spanking to remind me to behave, but I really have to learn a bigger lesson, don’t I, Mommy? To help me make better choices?”

She beamed at me, tossing her dark shoulder-length hair back over the shoulder of her navy blue blouse. “You’re learning so fast. You really ARE getting to be a big boy.”

I blushed fiercely as she continued.

“One of the lessons you are going to learn today is that as long as you live here with me, you must obey your Mommy. So you are going to stay naked, unless I decide you can have some clothes. But you DO also deserve a spanking, and I think I’m going to use something different to punish you with since you’ve already felt my old sorority paddle several times of late.”

“Yes, Mommy. What are you going to use?”

“I’m not sure yet. I think I might use the very same thing your grandmother gave me my last spanking with, if I can find it in the attic. While I go look, I want you to wait in my bedroom. You may sit on the end of the bed.”

 

I sat there, feeling the cool fabric of Mom's comforter on my bare bottom and wondering what she was going to do. It felt different, being in HER room instead of my own, but then, it also felt different being totally naked, with my clothes nowhere in sight and no chance of having them back anytime soon. Her footfalls on the stairs alerted me that the moment of truth was at hand, and I straightened a little, folding my hands in my lap where my erect penis lay.

The door clicked open without the polite knock she used when visiting the rooms of myself or my sisters; she obviously didn't feel that formality was necessary when the venue was her own bedroom. She walked through the door with a thin, white strip of leather in one hand. "Good boy, you're sitting here being nice and quiet," she said as she tossed the thin belt onto the comforter beside me.

"Yes, Mommy."

Mom walked over to her closet and opened it. Facing into the closet, she began unbuttoning her dress, to my amazement.

"Your grandmother spanked me with that belt a LOT of times when I was a girl," she said, still working on her buttons with her back to me. "She would make me take off my panties and bend over an arm of the couch while she laid a good thirty or so stripes on my bottom and the backs of my legs. I would cry and dance and yell, but I knew better than to move, because if I moved, we would start all over again."

"I understand, Mommy. I'll try not to move." She glanced over her shoulder at me, and then let the dress fall away from her back. Her black brassiere was the only thing obstructing my view of the smooth skin of her back.

"Since you sisters are gone, and since I understand that you're at an important point in your life, I'm going to teach you a lesson about punishment and reward to help you as you grow up to be an even bigger boy." The dress fell all the way to her ankles, revealing sensible cotton underwear. She stepped out of the dress and turned to face me, clad only in her bra and panties now.

"You're going to get a very serious whipping now, young man, and you have two choices: you can stay in position and take whatever comes, which will lead to a reward. Or you can move or resist, and I will make you regret it. Do you think you can be a good, big boy for Mommy?"

I was equally horrified and driven mad with lust. "I can do it for you, Mommy. Just tell me what I need to do."

"First you need to remind me, just so we're clear, why you need this whipping."

"Because I wasn't discreet and I took too much time to put Kaitie's panties back in the living room. You did something nice for me and I failed to follow your orders."

"What a good boy you are! You're so close, Bri-- soon you'll be a man. You just need this last bit of reinforcement from your Mommy to ensure that you don't go astray. Do you think you're ready?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Very well, then. We're going to do this a different way." She indicated I should stand, and then promptly sat at the foot of the bed where I'd just been. She parted her legs, and I wondered what she meant. I was stunned when she reached out gently and took my penis in her hand, barely closing her palm around it. It throbbed like it might possibly burst.

"There's no law that says you can't enjoy a part of your punishment, you know," she smiled mysteriously. "A whipping hurts, but it this will be easier for you to bear if your penis stays hard and you press it against Mommy's leg. Your bottom will still learn a valuable lesson, but you'll also be reminded that your Mommy loves you, and wants you to be happy."

I couldn't believe she was saying this.

"Tell me, Brian-- have you noticed that Emily does not resist her punishments anymore when she's told she has a spanking coming?" She kept caressing my rigid penis, but did so with such a light touch that I could only barely perceive her fingers around my shaft.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Well, the reason why is I've been teaching her some lessons about punishment and reward as well, and she's learned a lot. Are you ready to learn a lot?"

"Yes, Mommy." I meant it. As I looked at her pretty, bare shoulders and movie-star face, framed by her shoulder-length dark hair, I knew I would do anything she asked me whatsoever.

"OK, then, Brian. I want you to go over to Mommy's nightstand and bring the jar of petroleum jelly from the top drawer."

I'd only ever associated petroleum jelly with chapped lips, and I wondered if she was going to whip me so hard with the belt she'd have to treat my wounds with it. But I was in her grip, and wouldn't have given her a second's hesitation if my life had depended on it. I opened the drawer and took out the tub of vaseline and brought it back to her. She placed it beside her on the bed, and then opened her legs wider, showing me the crotch of her dark panties.

"I want you to lay across my leg, and keep your upper body on the mattress. Your feet are to remain on the floor, but I want them as far apart as possible."

I complied, draping myself across her leg, realizing immediately that the modified positioning meant that her left leg would keep my own parted, and that my penis would lay flat against the top of her thigh.

I was wrong though; she delicately reached between my legs and took my hard cock from underneath me, pulling it gently backward so that it pointed straight at the floor, lying against her inner thigh. I was so much more conscious of my erection in this position that I almost felt like I might ejaculate from the slightest movement.

"Now, Brian....this whipping is going to be different from your usual paddlings. Instead of a set number of licks, I'm just going to go until I feel you've had enough. I can tell you for sure that I won't stop until you've been crying for a while, so there's no need to try and be tough and hold back your tears. So long as you stay in position like a big boy, it will be just fine. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Very well." She reached onto the mattress beside me to pick up the belt, and I felt tears sting my eyes as she doubled up the ends and laid the cool leather gently against my bare bottom.

"Do you know Mommy loves you?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"OK, then. Here we go." I felt her body shift as she drew back the belt, then I heard the sound of it cutting through the air on its way to my upturned naked buttocks.

 

She was right. It was a lot different than her paddlings. Instead of measured, counted spanks coming at a predictable pace, she began applying the belt in burning stripes across my bare butt in a way that caused to me lose count within the first ten seconds. I clenched my teeth and held onto the mattress, determined not to openly cry, beg, or plead, and succeeded...through the first forty seconds or so.

As the stripes rained down on my buttocks and the tender backs of my legs, I noticed Mom had also been correct about my erection making the whipping easier to take-- at least on some levels. It didn’t make it hurt any less, but the distraction of my boner lying against her inner thigh and throbbing away did somehow make it far better than it would have been otherwise-- in between my yelps and gasps, I even had the conscious thought that I should never masturbate right BEFORE a spanking, because my arousal was helping me get through this.

Mom’s free arm encircled my waist, holding me steady, and her free leg (the one I wasn’t lying across) was very effectively placed behind my knees, rendering me mostly immobile-- or at least, moderately suppressing movement on my part.

“You’ve got to remember (swish!) NOT (swish!) to disobey specific (swish!) instructions when your MOMMY (swish!) is sweet enough (swish!) to GIVE you (swish!) a pair of your little sister’s dirty panties to sniff (SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!)” she continued lecturing me as she applied the belt. I may have yelped out a “Yes, Mommy!” or two during the spanking, but I can’t be sure.

What I am certain of is that she criss-crossed my ass with so many stripes I must have looked like a candy cane. Tears flowed freely from my eyes, but my erection against her leg never wavered-- I could feel it pulsate every time I ground against Mom’s warm thigh.

After another blazing succession of stipes, Mom stopped and tossed the belt back onto the bed. She laid a cool hand on my burning butt and lightly ran her fingertips across my reddened skin.

In a softer, more sympathetic voice, she spoke again: “Are you going to be Mommy’s good boy now?” I nodded, sobbing out a weak “yes”.

She continued caressing my ass. “Very good. Mommy doesn’t want to have to punish you like this too often, baby...but it’s my job to make sure you learn all your lessons, and show you the consequences for disregarding important rules.”

As I lay there sniffling over her lap, so conscious of my nakedness, she moved the caresses lower, until I felt the outrageously thrilling sensation of her cupping my testicles in her hand. She stroked them gently with one hand while lightly dragging her fingertips across the underside of my cock (still hard as a rock against her thigh) with the other. I had never felt anything like this.

“Do you like when Mommy touches this?” she asked, with a gentle, teasing tone.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“You know, when bad boys have to be punished, they can still redeem themselves by taking the punishment well, and accepting that they deserved it...and you did very well, Bri.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“I want you to stand up now.” She helped me from my awkward position draped across her leg. As I stood before her, my boner pointed directly at her, twitching. She smiled at me, and it was all I could do to hold her gaze for a few moments. Her blue eyes shone with delight, although her mouth wore a slightly bemused smile. She reached out and put her hand underneath my shaft, so that it rested on her palm.

“This is very nice, Brian. You’re going to have a lot of fun with it once you learn how to use it properly.”

I nodded, thinking of the uses I’d already found for it.

Without warning, she removed her hand from the underside and gave the top side a playful slap. It boinged up and down comically, and the sensation made me gasp.

“However, you’re going to need some instruction from Mommy before you go getting yourself in trouble with it. But if you want me to help you, you’ll have to agree to some things.”

“Yes, Mommy. What do I have to agree to?”

“You’ll have to agree that, until I’ve brought you up to speed on certain matters, you won’t go around showing it to girls, or letting them touch it, and certainly not putting it inside them.”

“Yes, ma’am.” That didn’t sound so difficult.

“And you’ll have to agree to trust Mommy and do whatever she tells you. As always, there will be strict consequences for disregarding our rules and agreements.”

“I understand, Mommy.”

“Very well.” She smiled again and popped the top off the jar or petroleum jelly. “We can start now, I suppose, to help you take your mind off that stinging bottom.”

“What are you going to do, Mommy?” I asked, almost unable to believe how natural it was starting to feel calling her “Mommy” again, which I hadn’t done since I was three or so.

“Shh.” She dipped a finger into the sticky salve and took out a dollop, and then smeared it down the length of my prick. The sensation quite literally brought me within an instant of orgasm, but she stopped.

“Now. I want you to lie across my lap like you used to do when I’d spank you with my ruler.”

I complied, assuming the position I’d been in so many times before, hands braced on the floor, my midsection on her lap, and my feet not quite touching the floor on the other side.

She parted her legs slightly, reached underneath me, and took my erect, greasy penis in her hand and clamped it between her thighs, so that it pointed straight at the floor. It felt heavenly.

“Now, Bri. I want you to relax, and don’t move until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

I felt her hands on my reddened buttocks again, massaging my cheeks. I felt one fingertip touch my anus, and shivers shot through me. I gasped, and she patted my bottom. “Just relax.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

She began to rub my anus in a circular motion, the petroleum jelly making her finger so slippery I was only barely able to perceive that she was beginning to penetrate me as she moved in circles. I began to breathe more heavily; it was a feeling completely foreign to me.

“Now, Brian,” Mom said. “I want you to push with your hips so your penis moves up and down between my legs, but do it very slowly.

I did what she said, and couldn’t believe the sensation. It was hard to resist the urge to go faster, but I was certain that increasing the speed would result in immediate ejaculation, and I was enjoying this so much I didn’t want it to end.

Meanwhile, Mom’s finger slid deeper and deeper into my rectum, still moving in the same circular pattern. With her other hand, Mom began to tease and jiggle my testicles, adding a dimension to the sensation that was indescribable.

Suddenly, I felt an electric jolt as Mom’s finger hit what I now know is my prostate, and a current of pleasure rocked my body.

“Do it baby...fuck Mommy’s legs!” she urged in a low, sensual voice I’d never heard come from her mouth before. I began to buck my hips, feeling the pleasure build to heights I’d never imagined possible. Mom pressed the spot deep in my bottom with her fingertip as she stroked and squeezed my balls, and I felt myself reach the point of no return.

“Mommy, I’m going to--” I couldn’t speak as my orgasm ripped through my body, but my hips ground wildly and I felt my ejaculate spurt from my penis, some splattering the floor beneath me and some ending up between Mom’s thighs and I pumped my hips for all I was worth, not wanting the feeling to end.

As my orgasm subsided, I felt like I might collapse: the physical and emotional toll of the belt-whipping, the forced nakedness, and the “reward” had me drained in more ways than one.

Mom slowly withdrew her finger and patted my bottom. “Before I let you up, there’s something I have to tell you, Bri.”

“Y-yes, Mommy?”

“As I continue your instruction, you’re going to learn many things and have many wonderful experiences. But while your training continues, I have a strict rule for you that, should you break it, will result in both punishment AND other consequences. Do you see what I’m saying?”

“I don’t know, Mommy. What’s the rule?”

“You are not to masturbate or ejaculate unless I’ve given you permission-- or unless I’m causing it. If you are caught doing it yourself, you will be punished, but then you’ll be free to masturbate all you want, because I will no longer be involved in your sexual education. Do you accept?”

“Yes, Mommy! I won’t do it unless you tell me it’s ok.”

“Good. Now I want you to go to the bathroom and clean up, but you are to remain naked. We’ll snuggle on the couch and watch a movie after dinner, would you like that?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“I thought you would. I think you should sleep in Mommy’s bed tonight too, and I’ll tell you a bedtime story about a little girl with dirty panties, and how she’s going to be taught a lesson by her Mommy when she comes home tomorrow, and how her big brother is going to help.”