It was quite a scene. David, my 22 year old brother in law, across his Mothers lap having his bare bottom turned a bright glistening sore red. Her hand rising and falling methodically as she splattered David’s bottom with the open palm of her hand before picking up her wooden backed hairbrush and applying that as precisely and so effectively. David was already a crying sobbing heaving squirming repentant young man who knew there was still a long way to go before his Mother would stop thrashing him.
My husband, Ben, 24 years old, and I were looking on. Ben was scrunching his face up at the sound of his Mothers hairbrush on his younger brother’s bare bottom Something both David and Ben had experienced on many an occasion. And me, newly married, watching my husband squirm as he stood there, watching, knowing that he had been spanked on a regular basis by his Mother right up to our wedding day. Yes, we both watched as David wriggled uncomfortably, trying to avoid the constant smacking of the wooden backed brush on his bare bottom, resulting in the inevitable gasp of pain, the deep intake of breath, the groan, and the sobbing. Even from a man of 22 years old. David still lived at home and knew he had to follow the house rules. His Mother’s rules. Always under his her watchful eye. Her very strict, not to be tested, watchful eye. “Please Mum, I’m so sorry” David wailed. “That’s all very well my boy but how many times do I have to tell you. You do not drink too much. You do not show me up with your tongue loosened by the booze.” “I won’t do it again. I promise.” “What did you say last time? Don’t bother answering. You said you won’t do it again. Remember?” Do you?” “Yes. But I mean it this time. Really I do.” “Enough my boy” she snapped and focussed again on the job at hand, ignoring her son’s plea’s. Spank after spank splattered his burning bottom. The sobbing now constant. The resistance ended. The acceptance of her parental control over him so obvious. I watched Ben. The two brother’s had been drinking together. I had been with their Mother, chatting when they got home. Loudly. I could see the annoyance in her face. I knew what would happen. David was going across his Mother’s lap for a long and hard spanking. Ben and I both knew that if this had been before we were married, just a few weeks ago, he would also have gone across his Mother’s lap. But not since we were married. Only David got spanked by their Mother now. Ben wasn’t going to be spanked because he was married to me. His Mother had made it clear that he was now my responsibility. His Mother snapped “Now go and stand facing the wall. 10 minutes. No rubbing. No looking. No speaking. I’ll tell you when to come back for more. Understood?” “Yes Mum” David said, still sobbing, face wet, eyes red. “So Charlotte, that’s how I handle the boys when they are naughty, at least that’s how I start off. I always allow them the calm down a bit before the next part of their punishment” she added, looking satisfied she had meted out the enough punishment for the first session. She looked at Ben and snapped “It’s lucky you don’t live at home Ben, because you know where you would be right now, don’t you?” “Yes Mum” he said quietly. He looked at the floor and didn’t see my smile at his discomfort. “Well, you are Charlotte ’s problem now” she added before putting the hairbrush on the table and leaving the room and going into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. I let Ben think about that comment of his Mother’s. I was thinking about what his Mother had said to me last week. She had criticised me for not being strict enough with Ben. She told me how he needed rules, boundaries even, so he knew what he could and could not do. She was worried that if I didn’t keep making sure he behaved he would go right off the rails. I had agreed. We had discussed what to do. How over the next few days I would give him a few playful smacks when in bed, making love, and once or twice a sharper smack. She told me to come over today and to follow her lead. Today was the opportunity. She knew what would happen. They were going out with their mates to watch the game at the pub. She knew how they would return from the pub and be too noisy. How she would turn David across her lap. What she would say to Ben. We looked at David, or at least his back, and in particular his very red bottom and I asked “so what do you think about what your Mother said then Ben?” “Erm, what do you mean?” he replied. I knew he had also thought about it. “You know, that you would have been spanked by your Mother if you had still been living at home.” “Oh that. Yes, well, maybe she is right, but I don’t live at home any more. I’ve outgrown all of that stuff.” He looked at me, sideways, blushing. Questioning. Perhaps testing me I thought. Certainly in the early days he had tried to be the dominant partner in our relationship. He was always telling me what to do and I thought I should be the obedient wife. That is until his Mother had that chat last week. I hardened my tone. “Who said you have outgrown it. Sure you are married, but that’s not the same. Not by a long way. You have to grow up, and that’s very different.” “Well, I guess” he said quietly. “So, just carrying that forward, let’s see. You went to the pub with your brother. You both drank too much and both became rowdy. You both got home and continued to be noisy. But only your brother gets spanked. Is that just about it so far Ben?” “I guess” he repeated. “So, why shouldn’t you be spanked? You have earned one after all.” Silence. A silence that told me he had no answer. No answer at all. “Maybe you should go and bring me that hairbrush Ben. The wooden backed one your Mother just used on your brother.” I stared at Ben. He grimaced. I kept staring. He blushed. He nodded. He turned and went to the table, picked up the hairbrush, slowly, but came over to me and handed me the hairbrush. This was the defining moment, when Ben knew dominance had passed to me, or at least it was mine for the taking if I played this out properly. I took the brush. “Come with me” I instructed, and walked over to the chair their Mother had used to spank David. I sat down. “Take them off please” I snapped, pointing at his trousers. Just as his Mother had instructed David earlier. He knew the score. He knew I meant his underpants as well. He took them both down and slipped them off, putting them on the sofa, before walking back me and as soon as I patted my leg he bent down and lay across my lap. My 24 year old husband, across my lap, bare bottom staring up at me, knowing that it would be turned in to a burning caldron. David turned and looked in to the room. I snapped “David turn back to the wall or I will give you something else to think about. Now!” He turned away, pressing his nose against the wall. I found the control so exciting. Arousing even. I returned to concentrating on Ben. “You know you deserve this don’t you Ben” I said severely. “Yes” he answered, meekly, respectfully, knowingly. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on his left bottom cheek and was satisfied to draw a gasp. Then a second gasp when I spanked his right bottom cheek. Then gasps and grunts as I spanked each bottom cheek in turn whilst I watched his bottom turn a deep pink. He gasped more intensely as I spanked the same cheek time after time, his bottom bouncing delightfully as a direct reaction, inter action, with my hand. He didn’t resist. He didn’t try to get up. He knew he mustn’t. He had conceded control. Straight after that first spank he knew, and I knew, that he would lie there and accept every spank I gave him. I wondered if that would change when I used the hairbrush. But no. Only the noises he made grew stronger, more intense, and as I hit him more rigorously so his reaction became more desperate, his breathing more laborious, as my determination to punish was met by his unavoidable decline in to the sobbing, groaning, crying, young boy he had always turned into when his Mother had thrashed him. I looked at his bottom. A beautiful cherry red, both his bottom cheeks and the tops of his legs. He was heaving now. Deep sobs each time the brush bit in to his burning cheeks. “Well Ben, you are only getting your just desserts. I hope you learn your lesson. Does it hurt?” Ben remained silent, except for his sobbing as I continued to plaster his bottom. “Answer me Ben please” I said, emphasising the statement with some very hard spanks all landing on the same spot. “I’m sorry Charlotte . It hurts Charlotte . A lot.” “Well, that is the idea. So I guess I’m doing it right.” I smiled. He couldn’t see me smile. I kept spanking him, but I knew control was passing over to me. I let him rest there for a while once I had finished. Stroking his bottom. Telling him quietly the first bit was over. He of course knew his Mother always gave them three sessions across her lap. He knew there would be two more sessions before it was fully over. He was being disciplined and I hoped he would learn. But we both knew that we would have to repeat this because he was basically a naughty and often childish man. Time and again we knew he would need to be put across my lap to be disciplined. I looked across at David. I could see his erection. Clearly. His nose still touching the wall but his bottom now slightly away, to give his erection room without being pressed against the wall. “How dare you” came the shout from the doorway. Mother had returned. She went right up to David and smacked him hard on his bottom. He gasped but dared not turn around. “How dare you get aroused by Ben being spanked. Well my lad, I guess you haven’t learnt your lesson so I am going to have to teach you properly during the second session. Come with me.” She grabbed his arm and led him back to the chair I had now vacated, and pulled him across her lap. Immediately she started to spank him with her open palm. Spank after spank, scolding him all the time. I turned to Ben and said “are you learning your lesson Ben or do you need some more of that?” I asked nodding towards David and his Mother. “No I’ve learned Charlotte . Really I have.” I looked at him. He was hoping I would not spank him any more. I had deliberately given him that hope, reeling him in, so he would be oh so thankful when it was over. “Really? So how come you have an erection as well?” I stared at his penis. He looked down, open mouthed, and back up at me, still open mouthed, still speechless. We both looked at David as he was again squirming and gasping and crying, suffering as he continued to be soundly thrashed. I looked at Ben and said sternly “We’ll go upstairs, to your old bedroom and discuss this in private” I said, grabbing his penis in my hand, and pulling towards the door. He grabbed my hand and I stopped still, glaring at him. His mouth gaped open again. He looked at his Mother who had seen me pull him by his penis and smiled. Ben went an even deeper red, scarlet almost, in embarrassment.