Daniel was having a very difficult conversation with his step-mum. Although really his step-mum, she wanted him to always address her as, 'mum, which he happily did. He liked her much more than his real mum, anyway, so it felt natural to him. Equally, she saw him as her son and loved him like one, so the relationship was at all times a properly maternal one.
Daniel pleaded, “I know Mum but I fantasise about being spanked. Who better than you?”
“One of your friends perhaps?”
“Well yes, but I really would prefer you. It’s much more realistic. My Mother spanking me for being naughty.”
“Daniel you’re 23 years old and I haven’t spanked you for 6 years.”
“But if I’m naughty and earn a spanking why not give me one?”
Mum smiled and said “Don’t get me wrong, since you have got back from Uni there have been plenty of times I’ve wanted to put you across my lap, but I just reckoned you are too old now.”
“Maybe, but isn’t it different if I agree to it Mum? Like if I reckon it will be an incentive for me to improve my behaviour. I need to don’t I?”
“That’s an understatement, but at least you recognise that, which is a move in the right direction. Well, I suppose if you agree to being spanked as a discipline thing and you are naughty then I could get mad and put you over my lap like I used to It would be good, for me anyway.” Actually his Mum could see some real benefits for her. The end to his back chat for a start. Her friend still spanked her daughter who was also in her mid twenties and they got on fine with it. So maybe it would work with Daniel.
“Well I broke that vase yesterday Mum. I know I denied it and blamed the cleaner but it was me.”
“Are you serious because I deducted the cost from her pay.” She could not believe what her son was saying. She had had such a go at her cleaner who denied it all, truthfully it now seems. How embarrassing for her.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? Is that all you can say? Actually that makes me really cross. Like really really cross. You lied to me. Well OK Daniel, if you want to be spanked then that does it for me.” She looked at her son expecting him to baulk but instead he smiled as though to say he had won the argument. Well his Mum would see about that.
“OK Mum. How shall we do it?”
“It’s your fantasy Daniel, so what do you want?” She looked at her son with pursed lips. The little liar was going to pay for breaking her vase. She was going to make sure he remembered the thrashing she was going to give him.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. I reckoned you would decide and tell me, but we can discuss it I guess.”
Yes she thought, she bet he hadn’t thought about it. Well, here’s where you should have done. She was going to try to get him to agree to rather more than he can take.
She said “OK, let’s see, bare bottom of course?”
“Yes please Mum.”
She looked at her son in wonderment. He was still taking it as a game. Well, she can play along for sure.
“You’re an adult. Presumably you don’t want a ridiculous playful namby pamby spanking but a proper one that will hurt and make you cry?”
“Oh yes. I want my bottom to be really red, so I can’t sit down.”
Good she thought. “Right, so I will spank very hard. It has to taken for granted that once I start I’m not going to stop just because you ask me to.”
“No Mum, you are in control and you punish me for as long as it takes you. That’s what I want.”
“I hope you know what you are letting yourself in for because I seem to remember you cried when I spanked you before? She certainly knew what she was going to be doing to him once his ass is across her lap.
“Yes Mum, I trust you. It can hurt as much as you think it needs to. It’s to help me learn to behave better after all.”
She thought, trust me huh? Well you can trust me all you like when you are crying your eyes out.
She actually said though “Good, but now you are older it will be too much just for my hand. What else should I use Daniel?”
“How about your hairbrush Mum, the wooden backed one? That will hurt.”
“Ideal.” Good choice my lad she thought. That will hurt you bad.
“Mum, you just tell me what to do. You’re in control. OK?”
“Well I think I know what to do Daniel so let’s get started shall we. Go and get the hairbrush and I will teach you not to lie to me” Mum snapped. Daniel ran upstairs and when he came back Mum was seated.
“Right Daniel, I’m going to spank you for breaking my favourite vase and for lying about it. Take your trousers off and fold them over the sofa please. Quickly” Mum ordered. Daniel obeyed and took down his trousers, and folded them neatly exactly as instructed. His mind was racing. Now he was under his Mum’s control he knew she was cross and would make him suffer and just hoped it was arousing as he thought it would be. In fact more arousing than even he had expected.
“Take your underpants off as well.”
That made Daniel think. He would be on show.
“Don’t delay Daniel. I’m mad enough with you about you breaking that vase and lying to me. You will have to apologise to the cleaner anyway, but if you make me any more cross you will definitely not like it. Anyway, I’ve seen you naked before now Daniel, and if I’m going to discipline you then being embarrassed is part of the punishment.”
Daniel nodded, reluctantly, and did as he was told sliding his underpants down and putting them on top of his trousers. He looked at his Mum who was staring at his penis and when Daniel looked down he knew he was erect.
“Ok Daniel get across my lap and let’s see how quickly I can get rid of that for you.”
Daniel willingly bent across his Mum’s lap to hide his penis from her view although knew his erection was pressing down on his Mum’s thigh so she will still be very much aware of it. He remembered her threat to make it disappear but it hadn’t yet.
“I hope this teaches you a lesson young man” Mum said sternly and started to spank her son with her open palm. It felt good to her.
Daniel was soon crying but his Mum ignored him, intent on reddening her son’s bottom, oblivious to Daniel’s gasps which told her she at least having an impact.
Daniel found the hand spanking stinging, and in particular when his Mum spanked the tops of his legs, and whilst it was pretty much as he had remembered it hurt rather more. That changed when she started to use the hairbrush. The first spank was like nothing he had felt before. The stinging pain spread right across his bottom and the tingling and horrid stinging continued as the next spank crashed home and an even more intense stinging spread across his bottom. His eyes flew open as he realised that this was not fun, not at all. The spanking continued and soon Daniel was pleading with his Mum to stop. It hurt too much.
She ignored his blubbering but when he wouldn’t stop she scolded him. “Will you be quiet Daniel” Mum snapped. “It’s a punishment don’t forget. It wasn’t me who smashed my vase was it?”
“No Mum, I’m sorry.” A very wet apology, as the tears were filling his eyes and running down his face.
“That may well be Daniel, but you are paying the price for your thoughtless behaviour and if it hurts well just accept it is going to. I told you won’t stop just because you ask me to and you agreed. This was your idea and you promised to obey me, didn’t you?”
“Yes Mum, I’m sorry” Daniel said, conceding his Mum was right.
“Right, then stay quiet except for crying. I don’t mind you crying at all.”
Daniel knew that wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Nice to see your soldier has quietened down as well young man.”
Daniel couldn’t believe what his Mum had just said. That must be the most embarrassing thing possible, except he supposed being across his Mum’s lap and having his bare bottom spanked at 23 years old must run close to it. Even that thought was lost when his Mum continued spanking him with the hairbrush and his tears flowed.
Mum was quite enjoying herself. She remembered just how tense she used to get when arguing with her son over the tidiness of his room, or how late he had got home the night before leaving her worried and unable to sleep, or how he would answer her back, rudely, even with friends of hers in the house. How all that would change if she gained disciplinary control over her son again.
So what if he got aroused by it? He wasn’t very aroused at the moment was he? She smiled as she thrashed him. All the tension was flowing from her as she was turning her son’s bare bottom a beautiful dark red. The more he cried the harder she spanked and she reckoned she could go on for ages more because she was making up for every time he should have been spanked before.