Timothy, who was twenty, remembered the first time that he had had to stand on his naughty spot in the living room, with his nose pressed against the wall. His trousers and underpants were already removed, and his arms were folded behind his back, holding up his T-shirt well above his waist, so his mum could see his bare bottom. Timothy knew that he was only a few minutes into the twenty minutes that he had to spend on his naughty spot, given his age, before his mum was going to put him across her lap and give him yet another very sound spanking both with her hand and the heavy wooden paddle hairbrush she always used as well. 

Naughty spot time was intended to give Timothy thinking time about his bad behaviour and the reason that he had earned yet another spanking. He never usually needed anything like that amount of time because he knew that his mum had made the correct decision to spank him, and so he often thought about how, at his age, spanking was the normal form of punishment for all sorts of things that he did wrong. 

He remembered the time when he was seventeen and was falling behind at college, mainly because he preferred to be out on the town with his friends rather than studying. He knew that whenever he was asked to go out, he always agreed, preferring that to buckling down to college work, but also realising that he didn’t have the personal willpower to say no. 

After getting one particularly bad mark, his mum, Margaret, who was forty, was increasingly worried and broached the subject with her son. She suggested, as carefully as she could, that Timothy needed to focus more on his college work because he needed to pass the exams in order to get to university. 

It certainly wasn’t that Timothy was complacent. Far from it, in fact, as he quite often had intended doing his college work when he got a message from his friends and immediately went out and met with them. Timothy knew his lack of willpower was the problem, and he was worried that he would fail to get to university, then wondered what he could do. When his mum raised the subject, and he knew she had his best interests at heart, he plucked up the courage to discuss the matter with her. 

After skirting around the issue, Timothy asked, “So, when you were my age, Mum, what worked for you?” 

Margaret blushed as she replied, “Well, things were rather different when I was growing up compared to now. I didn’t start focusing, though, until sixth form college, which was when my parents encouraged me to focus on my education.” 

Timothy could see that his mum wanted to say something else and so pressed, “So, what did your parents do to encourage you to do your college work?” 

Margaret took a deep breath and said, “Well, like here, my mum was the disciplinarian in our family because my dad used to have to go out to work long hours, and she used spanking as my incentive.” Margaret looked worriedly at Timothy to see his reaction. 

Timothy was shocked at the bombshell, although not at the fact that his mum was spanked, but because he had a fantasy of wanting to be spanked himself. He couldn’t remember why it started, but always thought it was when, just after he turned sixteen, the gym mistress told him off for messing around, and then smacked his legs a few times, reducing him to tears in front of the rest of the class. He thought it was after that that he used to picture himself with an older woman who was dressed in her gym gear, so a vest top or T-shirt, and a short gym skirt, and he was taken across her lap, which would have been her bare thighs, and then given a spanking as she scolded him. So, his mum’s comment shocked him to find that his fantasy had actually been used as a real incentive for his mum to work harder. 

Margaret could see that Timothy was thinking about something, and presumably about the fact that she had just told him that she used to be spanked when younger. What surprised her, though, was that she noticed that he was getting a bulge in the front of his trousers, which had to be an erection. She looked away immediately as she was embarrassed at the thought of having given her son sexual feelings, but her maternal feelings took over, and she looked again at his face to encourage him to speak his thoughts. 

Timothy had got his mind under control by then and asked, although blushing as he did, “How often were you spanked, Mum?” 

Margaret was pleased he asked and knew that she needed to reply honestly, and said, “I suppose it was once or twice a month for various reasons, but that certainly set me on the trail of being better behaved, and so when it come came to my college work, making that a priority and saying no to my friends when they wanted to go out, was relatively easy. 

Timothy’s first reaction was how great it would be if he was spanked once or twice a month or even more. He gave a false laugh though as he replied in a questioning tone, “Well, I suppose I’m too old to be spanked, Mum?” 

Margaret was thinking again about Timothy’s erection and whether he was aroused by the thought of being spanked. She knew that one of her friends spanked her husband because it got him aroused, and wondered if it could be the same for Timothy. So, as she heard his question, she thought the tone suggested that he wanted her to say that he was wrong and, needing to establish that, she gave a maternal smile and replied with an expressionless look, “I don’t think you’re too old at seventeen to be spanked, Timothy.” 

Margaret was also thinking about the almost persistent staining of Timothy’s bedsheets. She had always been the one to change Timothy’s bed linen, but never mentioned to him the several dried stains on the sheets that told her that he masturbated almost every night or even more often than that. She also knew from how his pyjama bottoms hardened right where his manhood would be that he masturbated with his cum clinging to his pyjama bottoms, which then dried and gave them a hard material feeling. She had never thought that he was thinking about anything other than girls, but maybe he was actually thinking about being spanked, which was why he was getting an erection right now? 

Timothy was immediately thinking about his fantasy of being spanked by an older woman, which, now he thought about it, would be a woman his mum’s age. He certainly had never actually fantasied about his mum spanking him, but he supposed there was no reason why not, because, in his fantasy, after being spanked by the older woman, he would disappear to the toilet and cum there. Did it really matter if that woman was his mum and he then disappeared to the toilet or to his bedroom? 

With all these thoughts going through his mind, Timothy again put on a false smile and asked, “Do you think that, if you spanked me like your mum spanked you, and it was geared to me doing my college work, that would work?” 

Margaret realised this conversation was going somewhere she had never intended to go, but what she did know, as well, was that being spanked when she was at college certainly did redirect the way that she thought and, after graduating, she even thanked her mum for being so strict with her because she felt that without that she wouldn’t have got to university let alone got her degree. So maybe she should be thinking along the lines of doing what could quite easily help her son, particularly if he already fantasied about being spanked? She even smiled to herself at the thought that her son could quite often be difficult, being a teenager, and it might well even help her stress levels if she could deal with her son like her mum had done with her, rather than the more modern way of trying to explain what he was doing wrong and what he should be doing instead. 

So, whilst she was feeling a little uncomfortable at the conversation, and she really didn’t know whether Timothy was serious about being spanked, she decided to play along and explained, “Well, my Mum was more old school because, when she grew up, being spanked at home and being caned at college were common features of their life. It wasn’t quite so common when I was at college, and certainly the cane was never used. However, my Mum used a 1-2-3 system, and I knew that if ever she got to 3, then I was definitely in trouble. It wasn’t always a spanking, but she certainly knew I reacted best when spanked, rather than being sent to my room or grounded.” 

Margaret then smiled at the memory and added almost whimsically, “Actually, I preferred being spanked to being grounded.” 

Timothy saw the smile and knew that, from the websites he looked at, that that was a comment quite often used in stories to justify the use of spanking. 

Margaret and Timothy were both silent for a few moments, and both were deep in thought, thinking about spanking. Margaret was thinking about her real experiences of being spanked, whilst Timothy was thinking of his fantasies of being spanked. 

Margaret broke the silence with a testy, “So, why don’t you get on with your college work now, Timothy?” 

Timothy didn’t think the question through as he asked, “Why don’t you make me, mum?” 

Margaret saw that as the first real comment from Timothy, telling her that he was up for being spanked. She still didn’t know if it was real, and so she said in a questioning tone, “Well, Timothy, if I’m to do that, then I’ll need my hairbrush, which is on my dressing table.” 

Timothy could feel his erection hardening and eagerly accepted his mum’s agreement to spank him, and so he replied quickly, “Okay, mum, I’ll go and get it.” He then got up and walked quickly out of the room and went upstairs, reckoning at least one spanking would bring his fantasy to life, and that would be enough anyway. 

Margaret was still surprised by Timothy’s reaction, but she had noticed how the bulge in his trousers had expanded during that period of silence, and so was too shocked to stop him from going upstairs to collect the hairbrush. She did listen and heard him clearly walking into her bedroom, then walking back out into the hallway, and coming back down the stairs. She had to decide what to do and made the instantaneous decision that if Timothy thought that being spanked would help, then that was what she should do. After all, that was the maternal approach, she felt. 

Timothy was very tense as he went quickly up the stairs and into his mum’s bedroom. Was she really serious, he wondered, or was she just making fun of him? It certainly wouldn’t be normal for his mum to make fun of him and, as he picked up the hairbrush, raised it up and brought it down lightly onto the open palm of the other hand, he told himself that he would take it that she was serious and now expect her to spank him, just the once, of course. As he turned and walked out of the bedroom, he was thinking more now along the lines of this could be him living the fantasy that he had had, and it really didn’t matter that it was his mum rather than another older woman, because what she would be doing was giving him the spanking, and any feelings he had afterwards he would deal with himself when he was alone. 

When Timothy walked back into the living room, he didn’t say anything but went up to his mum and held out the hairbrush for her to take from him. He did catch his breath when his mum did reach out and take the hairbrush from him. 

Margaret had a real mixture of thoughts as she listened to Timothy come back downstairs. She just didn’t know whether he was serious about wanting her to spank him, and when he did come back into the room, she couldn’t think of the right thing to say. When Timothy came over to her and held out the hairbrush for her to take, she automatically did take the hairbrush from him, and then stared at his face and saw that he was definitely waiting for an instruction on what to do, which told her that he was more likely wanting to be spanked rather than treating this as a joke because he certainly had a serious look on his face. Therefore, again taking the next step, she said in a stern maternal tone, “Okay, Timothy, push your trousers and underpants down to your ankles and bend across my lap.” 

Timothy gasped at the instruction as it was almost exactly the words that he fantasied hearing, albeit from another woman his mum’s age. So, still wanting to experience this fantasy, he nodded his head and then unclipped his jeans and pushed them down towards the floor, catching his underpants on the way, pushing both items of clothing right down to his ankles. As he stood up, he was suddenly embarrassed by his nakedness below his waist, and, without delay, he quickly stepped to his mum’s side and bent down and across her lap, so at least his erect penis wasn’t on show, although he supposed she would’ve felt it as he lowered his tummy onto her lap. 

Margaret had to admit to being surprised that things had gone this far and that Timothy was actually lying across her lap, and in the perfect position for his bare bottom to be spanked. She put her hand on his bare bottom and started rubbing in circles, still conscious of the fact that he could suddenly realise what was about to happen, panic, and force himself up, and, if he did, she certainly wasn’t going to stop him. 

Timothy was almost in a haze as he settled down on his mum’s lap with his hands on the floor, saw his legs dangling under the far side of the chair, and then his mum’s upside-down legs so close to his face, and he reminded himself that this was the same view that he had seen on the spanking websites he often looked at. Also, because so many of the story lines and films were about strict mums spanking naughty sons, he wasn’t even thinking about the fact that it was his own mum who was about to spank him. To him, it seemed quite natural, because this was about discipline and direction, and as he felt his mum’s hand rubbing his bottom in circles, he was now thinking all about living the fantasy, rather than any thought of whether it was right or wrong to be spanked by your own mum when you are seventeen. 

Margaret told herself that Timothy did want to be spanked because he lay there even as she rubbed his bottom, just as her mum rubbed her bottom all those years ago. She knew that what she remembered about when having her own bottom rubbed, was that it certainly put her mum in control, and she had to accept that she was under her mum’s control. What she also remembered, more than anything, was that when the spanking was really hurting, as much as she would apologise and plead, all it ever did was encourage her mum to spank her even harder and harder, and that was right to teach her the lesson she needed to learn.  

Just as Timothy was wondering when his mum would start to spank him, perhaps even wondering whether she would, so he felt the first spank land, and it was such a shock. It didn’t hurt so very much, but it did bring back those memories of having his legs smacked by the gym teacher at college. He didn’t think about that for very long, though, because his mum continued to spank him time and again, so it became increasingly more difficult to cope with. He did keep telling himself that he was seventeen and a man, and therefore would be able to cope with something as easy as a spanking, and that the films he watched had actors who, of course, would look as though they were crying, and the same went for any photographs that he saw of spanked sons. However, as the spanking continued, so he started to realise that actors were there to portray what would actually happen in real life, and he suddenly realised when he looked again at his mum’s upside-down legs that they were blurred, and his eyes were filling with tears. 

Margaret proceeded to spank Timothy on alternate bottom cheeks, watching for any reaction from him suggesting that he wanted to get up. However, that didn’t happen, and so, just to check, she made the spanks harder and harder and still he stayed in position, albeit starting to squirm around on her lap and make gasping noises after each spank. He hadn’t yet started to apologise, but then it was still quite early into the spanking, she told herself. 

Timothy was struggling more and more, particularly as his mum started to spank the backs of his legs. It was then that he started to apologise for misbehaving, although that was because of his fantasy more than the fact that he actually had been misbehaving....