By Jamie
Copyright 2023 by Jamie, all rights reserved
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Mummy’s tea party Chapter 1
Friday
15
year old Noah was young for his age and definitely a mummy’s boy! He
lived with his mum Denise and 13 year old sister Amy in a remote area
in the countryside. Many of the wider family lived nearby. He was a boy
in a matriarchal family which had some unconventional traditions, one
of which celebrated the passing of any boy in the family into manhood.
And so it came to pass that finally he became a man. He had been
experiencing delayed puberty, he may have been 15 but looked about 12
at times and visits to the doctor had led to the prescription of
tablets to boost his testosterone levels. He was 15 years old, 1 month
and 4 days when it finally happened, and he woke up one morning with
sticky pajamas following a wet dream.
He lay in bed and thought "at last" he was no longer a boy!
What he didn't realise was that the excitement and joy at finally
starting puberty would come with a sting in the tale. Mummy's tea party
would prove to be an embarrassing and humiliating event for young Noah
something he was oblivious about as it was a well-kept secret and older
lads in the family never talked about their experience of their
celebration party. All he was told by his strict mother was that she
would hold a tea party to celebrate his manhood and that he of course
would be guest of honour.
The party was to take place 3
months after his date of puberty by which time he had begun to grow
hair, and his penis was getting bigger with the dropping of the
testicles clearly showing he was now a young man. The guest list was
drawn up - grandma, mother and sister would be present along with his
Aunt, his mother’s sister, and his cousins Bethany and Nicola aged 14
and 16, for whom along with his sister this would be their first boy's
tea party.
The week before the party his mother called him
into the kitchen after school and they sat down at the table. She
explained that the purpose of the party was to celebrate his manhood
and they were all very excited as he was the only male grandchild in
the family.
" Now darling as this is all about you becoming
a man there is one important element to the party success and that is
of course the fact that you’re now a man. It is therefore traditional
that the boy or young man as I now should say attends the party naked
so everyone can see how he has developed. "
"What! You can’t be serious?" exclaimed Noah.
"Do I look like I am joking Noah? This is a big event in our family and
part of it is to celebrate that we have a new man in our family, so
everyone will want to see it for themselves. I know it is embarrassing
but I am sure you will enjoy it once you get used to it. Noah couldn’t
quite believe what he was hearing. He was literally lost for words.
His mother drove home the point. "This is not up for discussion Noah,
you may be now a young man but you are still a schoolboy and as you
know we do not tolerate defiance in this family. You know Uncle Peter
is already coming round tomorrow to discipline you, I'm sure you don’t
want to add to your tally of misdemeanors.”
“No mummy” replied Noah mortified by the whole idea but knowing that arguing was pointless.
“Good lad, it will be fine. Remember you are not the first and won't be
the last in the family to be the recipient of a mummy's tea party. I’m
sure Uncle Peter will reassure you tomorrow after he has disciplined
you. Now run along change out of school uniform and get any homework
done before supper.”
Like a condemned man Noah did as he was
told. Meanwhile Amy, Bethany and Nicola were planning to meet up the
next day and as they of course had one major topic of conversation to
discuss.
Saturday
Uncle Peter was due at
11am and the girls wanted to be in the house when he arrived. Noah
enjoyed the company of Uncle Peter who was his mother's much younger
brother. He had spent a lot of time with him growing up and enjoyed
swimming, and most sports. The only awkward part of their relationship
was that in the absence of a father, Uncle Peter dealt with his
nephew's behaviour and that still included corporal punishment where
required.
Last week he had got a detention at school, had
back chatted to his mum and had come home late one evening an hour
after his curfew. Uncle Peter was now coming over to give the boy a
little reminder of the consequences of not abiding by the rules.
As he had got older his punishment had got more embarrassing as Peter
and his mother insisted on a bare bottom approach. Whats more it was
done in the living room, and anyone could watch so long as they didn’t
say a word. Needless to his sister and her cousins were keen to
observe. What made it worse was that the family believed spanking was
only appropriate for boys. It just wasn’t fair, but he had grown up
with it. He hoped that now he was no longer a boy things would change
but his mother saw no reason to change the rules and so he found
himself dressed in just his shorts waiting for his uncle. His sister
and cousins were seated on the sofa and eagerly awaited the show!
Uncle Peter arrived and greeted his sister with a hug and after a brief
chat walked into the living room. He nodded to his nieces and then
looked at the nervous boy. Noah was about 5ft 5 tall, slim, fair
haired, fresh faced.
"Well I know your mother has talked
things through with you so let’s just get on with it, ok. Shorts off
and go and fetch the slipper."
The boy knew the drill
removed his shorts and naked walked out of the room his willy leading
the way. It was about 2 and a half inches long , with a small ball sack
and if you looked closely enough you would find some blond hairs which
gave the clearest sign that puberty had indeed started. The girls
grinned as the naked boy returned from the hall where he had collected
an old plimsoll known as the slipper from the drawer where it was kept.
Peter had sat down and beckoned the boy to go over the knee
and soon was slowly and deliberately spanking each buttock, building up
the pinkness in the flesh. The boy squirmed at the humiliation of being
a 15 year old over his Uncle's knee just like he had been 8 years ago
when Peter had first spanked him.
The spanks got a little
harder and the boy responded with some grunts of pain. His mother
appeared at the doorway leaning against the frame watching.
“Up you get” said Peter stopping.
He surveyed his handiwork. “Right bend over hands on each of the arm
rests” he said pointing to the armchair, “you know the drill boy.”
Noah took up the position tensing himself knowing the next few minutes
would be very painful. To make matters worse from where the girls sat
on the sofa sideways on they would see his willy clearly go up and down
with each whack. And he knew that was what they were watching not his
bottom because they had told him so many times. They never tired of
seeing Noah get a spanking.
Peter stood to the side holding
the slipper. “It has been a while Noah and you've been generally well
behaved but this last week it is clear you need a reminder. Understood.”
He pulled his arm back and the plimsoll swung in his hand as it came
into contact with the boys pink bottom with a loud crack. Noah yelped
and barely had time to tense before numbers 2 and 3 came swiftly on. He
yelped louder and could feel his eyes beginning to water.
His uncle' s hand touched his bottom; he jumped a bit at the touch as Peter ran his hand over the warm posterior.
“Right 3 more, I hope this is getting through to you Noah”
The next 3 were just as hard and by the end his bottom was bright red
and glowing, a few tears ran down his cheeks and he was gasping for
breath.
“Right stand up, face the wall hands on head.” The boy did as he was told.
Peter and his sister then left the room heading into the kitchen as
Denise wanted to tell Peter about the tea party. He nodded laughing,
"God I remember mine! Don’t worry I won’t give the game away. Pity I
can't be there to see it."
“Well I am working on that Peter,
as I think it would be good to have you there, but I need to discuss it
of course with Mother, as you know her decision will be final. We
haven’t had a party since John's ( their cousin) 6 years ago.”
“Are you still using the services of The Lady Daphne?” asked Peter
“Oh yes indeed, that lady is brilliant isn’t she, very skilled in her
craft though this time she’s brining long her 18 year old daughter to
assist and learn from her.”
“Wow that could be exciting for Noah”
“That’s what we thought.”
Meanwhile in the living room, the girls had got up to inspect the damage to Noah's bright red bottom!