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By Robert
Mother was out for the evening and I was left in the charge of my elder cousin who had her friend with her. When I say 'elder' I was 14 and she, I guess, was about 19 and very pretty. From the viewpoint of a 14 year old boy 19 year old girls are creatures of great wonderment and beauty! I think I loved her!
It was inevitable that during the evening I would misbehave. I did. I know that. There was an ominous silence after which my cousin, Paula, and her pal, Flo, began a whispered conversation, I only caught snatches of it but gained the clear and obvious impression that it was my fate that was being considered! "Should I?" I heard my cousin gasp then she giggled briefly, pulled herself together and said "But I've never done that" her pal said "It can't be all that difficult" and they both sniggered. I guessed, with a shudder and a tensing of my buttocks, what was coming!
Paula came over to me. "You realise you must be punished?" I hung my head. "Well" she went on "I shall leave a note for mummy and tell her what's happened. I think we both know what she will do, don't we?" Mother, I knew, would certainly smack my bottom when she read the note tomorrow! The thought of spending the night knowing that in the morning I would be taken over her knee and soundly smacked sent a shiver of dread down my spine. I had been in that shameful position, bottom up, head down, looking at the floor, often enough not to want another of her "smack bottoms". My buttocks clenched, I knew only too well the sting of mother's hairbrush! Mother always smacked me over her knee like a baby, she smacked long, she smacked hard, she smacked with the back of her hairbrush and, of course, she always smacked with my trousers down and my bottom BARE! I couldn't face the idea of waking from a fitful sleep to see her, hairbrush in hand, at my door saying "Robert, I want a word with you!". I looked piteously at Paula "Don't tell her, please" I begged. My cousin smirked. "Well" she said "What am I to do? It would be quite wrong of me to let you get away with your bad behaviour, wouldn't it? I know," she paused, ".. there is a solution. Will you accept your punishment from me?" Paula's friend gasped! I nodded silently, anything rather than waiting all night for a smacked bottom! "All right, then. Go to your room and get ready for bed" I was surprised, being sent to bed, was that all? "Yes" I replied "Sorry" and I turned to go. Paula took my arm and, startled, I turned to face her. "I'd not finished" she said menacingly "When you are ready for bed I'm going to smack your bottom!". I backed off, startled. "NO! You can't!" I wailed! "Alright" said Paula "It really doesn't matter to me. I'll tell your mum when she gets in and you can lie in bed knowing you're going to be spanked - and wondering when! Will it be tonight or tomorrow, before or after breakfast? Whenever, it will happen, and you know that. I thought you didn't want that. I know I wouldn't if I were you. Well, do you? The choice is yours" I shook my head "No". She had me where she wanted me! "Please?" I whined! "No, no, no! Either I tell mum or I shall smack your bottom. I have always wanted to smack a bad boy's bottom!" She was wicked. Pretty, perfumed, softly feminine and wicked! "I'll give you a few minutes to decide, shall I? " I shook my head. "Well?" she said, I looked at her - and nodded!!! "Off you go, then, and get ready! Be quick I'll be waiting" and she slapped the seat of my trousers "Waiting to smack your bottom. Naughty boy" she teased. "Off you go and don't forget to clean your teeth!"
As I crept off I heard the two of them giggling. "Have you really never done it?" asked her friend "No, it'll be fun!". They hooted with laughter and the 'Ssssshed' each other. "You know how it's done" said Paula "Over my knee and all that. I've been there as a lass, haven't you?" Her pal giggled "You are awful." She whispered "Are you going to take his knickers down?" "Ah, so you have been there!" giggled "Paula "Wait and see" "Can I watch?" "Of course you can. You can hold him down if he needs it!" Then they went quiet, they guessed I was listening and Paula opened the door! "Right my lad, listening at keyholes are you?" she said "That's a few extra smacks, I think. You really do need a spanking! Quickly now, into your night things. I'll be waiting for you" "I wasn't" I whined "I wasn't" "Of course you were, go on, off you go. Ten minutes I want you ready for me!" I will not dwell on the agony of those next few minutes but I came to accept my fate and got into my pyjamas. "Ready?" she called "Come down when you are". I crept down the stairs in my dressing gown, my stomach knotted, my bottom twitching. I opened the sitting room door. The two girls stood looking at me. "Come in and close the door" My heart sank, I felt sick, but, of course, I obeyed!
Paula beckoned me with a crooked finger. "Come to me, young man!" My imagination was running wild, what was she planning. How would she smack me, when, where? I trembled as I went to where she and her pal were standing. "Now, then" said Paula and began to give me a withering scolding, she tore me to pieces, she had me blushing with shame and humiliation, she was GOOD! "Look at me!" she instructed. I looked up into her eyes. She asked me whether I had anything to say "
before I smack your bottom?" Miserably, I shook my head. "I'm sorry" I mumbled. "You will be!" she said " Come with me." and she took me by the ear and led me over to the settee. She seated herself, her miniskirt riding up and exposing acres of luscious nylon clad thighs! "Now. I want you to place yourself across my knee so that I can get at your bottom. You'll not need your dressing gown, it will only get in the way. Well? I'm waiting" I took of my dressing gown and, with a feeling of of mixed shame and fevered anticipation, I dropped my pyjama trousers baring my bottom like mother did! I heard both girls gasp, and I felt a strange excitement standing there before them bare bottomed with my trousers round my ankles. "Good boy. Now, get over my knee. You know how, round here" said Paula, taking control again, she pulled me, shuffling, round to her side and pressed gently on my back. "Across my lap" and I leaned over and, taking my weight on the cushions beyond her, I lowered myself onto her. Oh, it was quite different to mother's lap! She was soft and silky, warm and female, beneath me and I felt myself becoming aroused at the contact between her thighs and my bare skin! I wriggled against her and felt her hand resting on my bare right buttock. I gasped "Aah", expecting a smack! She seemed to stroke my bottom, I was confused, excited and apprehensive at the same time. Paula was loving this, she said "Now, will you be able to lie still or do you want Flo to hold you down?. You have been a silly, naughty boy, haven't you?" "Yes" I gasped "Yes"! "Now I am going to smack your bottom" I peered round and saw her raise her hand, I clenched the cushion in my hands and shut my eyes. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
I lay, without struggling, clutching the cushion, my bare bottom raised and well positioned for smacking! It did not hurt as much as the hairbrush but her hand felt deliciously sharp against my bottom and the sound of her smacks was crisp! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
Gradually she began to hurt me and I grunted and gasped with each stroke, I knew that I was going to be hurting a lot before I was allowed to get off her knee! I slumped across her lovely thighs and gave in to her punishment in a way I'd never done for mother! Soon I was in considerable discomfort and I could not help yelping with the pain of my sore, reddened bottom but I didn't want it to stop, I was thrilled at the feel and the sound and the scent of her - I was hers to do with as she wanted SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, - she smacked and smacked and smacked me! She covered both cheeks of my flinching bottom
. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
.. I was yelling with pain and sobbing bitterly when it was over, and I lay there panting, exhausted and well spanked and well satisfied! I peered round and saw her pal was gazing, wide eyed at the pair of us. She seemed very excited! "Paula" she gasped "Could I, just one or two?" Paula laughed "Well, you did see him misbehave. It's only fair". She paused "Come over here". I looked round and watched Flo come over, she met my eyes. She grinned "You don't mind, do you?" she asked me! "Stand up, boy, and come here". "No, please, Paula" I whined. "Do as you are told SMACK!!!!!
I crept, stiffly, off Paula's knee and stood, hopelessly, before Flo. She reached for me and bent me under her left arm, my poor bruised bottom reaching out for her. "Right" she said. I wailed! "PLEASE!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
.. She was vicious and, despite my anguish, I heard Paula call "Hey! That's enough!" and the door opened and there stood Mum!!! She quickly assessed the situation, and took control "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she said, coldly. Sobbing, I crept out of the room, leaving my pyjama trousers lying on the floor.
I could hear raised voices, the girls sounded subdued, scared! "NO, you can't!" shrieked Paula, I heard a scuffle then the unmistakable, oh so sweet, sound of hand on bare, girlie bottom! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!!! Paula was shrieking with rage and shock throughout her spanking and I could imagine how Florence reacted when Mum said "And now you, young lady!" Flo yelped "It wasn't my idea! Please, you can't
" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!!! I lay, bare bottomed, on my bed listening and despite my throbbing behind I was happy!
Mother did not mention the incident then or ever, I never saw Florence again but, inevitably, met my cousin from time to time. She was a different, more knowing, girl. Sadly, I was never taken over mother's knee again, I was at last, too old!
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