Digital Grandma
By Horizon

Copyright 2009 by Horizon, all rights reserved to the author.

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This is a story for adults; if you are not an adult do not read this.

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Digital Grandma

Brenda Burke stifled a yawn and concentrated on guiding her Chevy Malibu LS through the plat without mishap. Her week long training conference at corporate had been so boring she wasn't sure she would ever be mentally alert again.

Well, if her week had been boring, she chuckled to herself, I bet mom's wasn't. She had left her mother to baby-sit Brian her 10 year old juvenile-delinquent-in-training. Brenda loved Brian dearly and he wasn't really a bad boy but, she knew just how exasperating he could be at times. She hoped her 52 year old mother was able to cope with him.

Mary Jane Burke, Brenda's mom, sat in the living room working at her lap top computer. At 5 foot seven inches tall and 140 lbs she looked much younger than her years, (thank you Loreal). She had lettered in Tennis and Cross Country in junior college and even now, she was the scourge of her age bracket in the adult Tennis league. Combine that with years of experience and a no nonsense attitude and Brenda need not have worried that she was up to the task of disciplining one little boy, no matter how rambunctious.

"Brian, mom's home," Mary Jane called.

Momentarily a 5 foot tall boy came bounding down the stairs. The fair skinned boy wore his sandy colored hair in what might be called a "soup bowl cut"; the bangs hung down over his forehead almost to the thin eyebrows above his green eyes. He was slender with just a hint of muscular definition that might arrive someday. Brian was bare-chested in the mild early summer weather. He wore khaki cargo shorts and flip flops.

"Go welcome your mom home and help with the luggage", said MJ.

A tired Brenda opened the trunk lid and contemplated the heavy bags that filled that space when suddenly....

"Mom!" said Brian who appeared with a beaming smile and outstretched arms to envelop her in a loving hug. Only after the exchange of plentiful hugs and kisses did Brian say, "Mom, go in the house and relax, I'll handle the luggage."

Brenda gave the sandy haired boy a sidelong glance and wondered if some alien with good manners had taken over his body. Brian could be difficult at times, moody, fresh mouthed or even disobedient. Then there was inventive streak that allowed Brian to explore new worlds of mischief like the time he thought the cat would look good with a bright orange streak in its fur. Many young musicians were sporting bright streaks in their hair in music videos. Brian thought the cat should have "the look" too. It wasn't that the cat looked "bad" that way but, she had stepped in the food dye and as she made her escape and left bright orange paw prints across the kitchen floor. Then she bolted through the living room to hide under the couch. That was no mystery hiding place as the orange paw prints led right across the carpet and were a dead give away to her location.

But drawing her mind back to the present, she was stunned that Brian was behaving like a gentleman and, thinking that this was too good to be true, Brenda entered the house with a sense of foreboding. Her suspicions were aroused; was Brian trying to make amends for some terrible act? Would there be holes in the wall, carpet? Would the furniture be turned upside down? Would Mary Jane be sitting in the living room bald, having pulled out all her hair trying to cope with the mischievous Brian for a whole week? So it was a cautious Brenda that entered through the front door and paused at the threshold. She leaned forward to peer into the living room timidly, not knowing what to expect.

"Mom?" she called, tentatively.

"Right here, dear." answered Mary Jane.

Brenda's eyes settled on her mom who was a picture of composure as she sat on the large comfy sofa with her lap top computer which was streaming the stock market news to her. The house looked great! No toys littered the floor; everything was in its place; it even looked clean! Brenda took a minute to survey the surroundings, yes she recognized the furniture and the pictures on the mantle; yes, she was in the right house.

Brenda sat next to MJ and they exchanged welcoming hugs.

"How was your trip dear?"

"Oh, not at all dear." answered MJ. "We did have to have an adjustment period but, everything is just fine now."

"What kind of an adjustment period?" Brenda asked and then continued in staccato, "I had a long talk with that boy before I left...I really laid down the law...I told him to be on his best behavior or he would spend the rest of the summer in his room....and I would put his X Box up for sale on e bay...Did he obey you...go to bed on time...do his chores and behave properly in church?...Because if he didn't..."

"Goodness...slow down, take a breath, dear..." said MJ with a wry smile. "You know, if I recall correctly, I did raise a child myself."

"But mom, what do you mean 'adjustment period.'"

"Well Brian is a boy, dear..." said MJ, emphasizing the obvious. "You had to know he would test the limits of my authority, push the envelope, so to speak. So, he tested his grandma, right up to the point of getting a spanking."

"Mom, I don't spank Brian."

"Yes dear and it shows", said MJ with a hint of sarcasm. "Why do you think he is such a handful for you?"

"Well mom, what did Brian do to deserve a spanking? I want to know all the details," said Brenda in a suspicious tone. She wasn't quite sure she approved.

"Now dear, I do recall a few times you got good fanny whacking and well deserved at that and, you don't seem to have turned out too badly."

Brenda vividly recalled several instances of maternal discipline; she tried to put the images out of her mind. However, she kept flashing back on some of the more embarrassing moments.

"Of course, you being a girl you didn't need intense discipline and the lessons were effective and didn't require nearly as much repeating," said MJ. "Boys, like Brian, on the other hand, need consistent, thorough and repetitive lessons on how to behave. They can barely behave as long as the sting persists."

"OK mom,...fill me in...if he misbehaved after all the warnings I gave him...he won't see his X box until he is forty."

"Oh, no need for that, dear. I took care of it already. You see, on our first night together Brian thought he didn't have to obey his gran, didn't have to clean up after dinner or go to bed on time. I guess he thought he was the man in charge and I was the maid but, I set him straight."

"I'm all ears," said Brenda.

"Well, as I was saying..." Mary Jane continued with a side glance at the interruption. "Monday he refused to clean up the kitchen...I gave him a little leeway there. Then at bedtime he informed me that he wasn't going to bed; he preferred to stay up watching TV. That was about all the nonsense I was going to take. "

"You should have seen the look of shock on his face when I told him he was in for a good spanking. Of course, he began arguing...that's something you let him get away with I take it" said Mary Jane looking reproachfully at Brenda. She continued, "So I reached down and grabbed him by the ear and told him he was indeed getting a spanking and it would be on his bare fanny. Well, he immediately tried to scoot away, forgetting that I had him by the ear. (Chuckle) He got about as far away as the length of my arm."

"He put up a bit of a struggle. But he's not nearly as big a boy as he thinks he is and of course, I told him that any struggling just added to the spanking he was about to experience. When I yanked him back he became off balance and I simply got his arm up behind his back, forced him over the arm of the couch and worked his pants and underpants down. "

"Well, obviously this was a new experience for my grandson. I started delivering firm spanks to that naughty hiney. Good grief! To hear him wail you would have thought I was forcing him through a meat grinder and turning the handle ...slowly. "

Brenda stared at Mary Jane, her mouth agape.

"All the while he was struggling, I was spanking and lecturing. My hand was beginning to get sore but, I wasn't about to give in. I was determined to establish the pecking order around here. I alternated cheeks getting good leverage from our relative positions and using all of my hand to good effect. He was holding out but when I began to include his thighs he eventually capitulated. It was just in time too; my hand was really beginning to get sore. I continued on a bit making sure the lesson sunk in. As he had stopped struggling and was busy bawling I had the luxury of aiming my spanks very carefully. I got the full flat of my palm applied to first one little boy cheek, then the other until I had a nice even red all over his jiggling buns and parts of his upper thighs. Then I pulled him up straight; of course, he immediately tried to retrieve his pants. (Chuckle) You should have seen the look on that darling little face when I informed him that those pants and undies were going to stay right down at his ankles while he stood in the corner. He looked up at me with those big wet eyes and 'too long' lashes and he tried to tell me he had been punished enough. Can you imagine the cheek -no pun intended- And so, off to the corner he went waddling in little baby steps with his pants at his ankles", chuckled Mary Jane with an air of achievement.

"Mom, I can't believe you spanked Brian and stood him in the corner....with his pants down," said Brenda.

"Well seeing is believing," said Mary Jane and with that she fumbled around on her lap top. "Hmmm, now if only I can remember where I saved that...oh yes, here..."

And before Brenda's eyes, Mary Jane opened up a high resolution jpeg file that stunned her. There in the file was a photo of her lovely little boy. He stood nose pressed firmly into the corner of the living room his arms were by his side with the palms pressed against his outer thighs, his pants and underpants were indeed down at his ankles resting on his sneakers. His jersey was rolled up to better display the target area which glowed a uniform reddish pink all over Brian's rounded little buns which still retained some baby fat. Lower down the tops of the thighs were not so uniform in color but were splotchy displaying streaks extending outwards at the edges of coverage that were obviously finger marks as opposed to the palm areas of contact which were solid red.

"Ma, we don't have any photos like that of me at least not once out of diapers, err do we?" began Brenda.

"Of coarse not, about the time you were that age some gram got busted by the clerk at drug store because she had picture of her grand son getting his diaper changed. The authorities made a huge flap about it. After that I stopped taking pictures. Oh, I do have a few Polaroid's somewhere but the early tech was grainy and tended to fade." said Mary Jane.

"I never saw them." said Brenda.

"I was afraid to show them to anyone. Times are different. Now, with the internet no one would look twice at a 6 year old girl topless in a wading pool." said Mary Jane. "Some snoopy little teenager could poke around in your photos and put a grandmother in Sing Sing. Never mind that the little witch had no business opening envelopes and looking at every family's photos." A disapproving Mary Jane opined. "Now, with your father retired, and entering his second childhood, he started working part time at the Hi Tech Mart and my house is inundated with digital this and that. No more outside photo developing; no more outside snoops. And so, I have entered the digital age." said Mary Jane. And with that, she reached into her nearby purse and pulled out a small digital camera. Displaying it proudly, she showed her daughter the features and explained that this camera contained a large memory card and the best optical zoom available in a unit under $1000.

Brenda was conflicted, on the one hand she was somewhat overprotective and didn't want her son to ever feel the slightest discomfort but, on the other some part of her recognized that Brian could get a little too big for his britches occasionally and there was something that felt right about seeing a bratty little boy get his due. Even, if the bratty little boy in question were hers.

"But mom isn't it too embarrassing for Brian to be standing like this...?" began Brenda.

"Brenda, spankings are always embarrassing. That is the nature of spankings. Embarrassment drives the lesson home...makes it more effective...then the actual spanking can be less severe. Believe me; little boys are prideful and willful. They can barely behave as long as the sting on their fanny lasts. But the embarrassment makes the lesson last even after the sting is gone." Mary Jane instructed but managed to resist the temptation to shake her index finger at her grown daughter to emphasize her point.

"So, after that he was good, right?" asked Brenda hopefully.

"Well almost dear. Brian did have a few backslidings but we managed to take care of those."

"Oh no. What else?"

"Well, after this little hide tanning" said MJ, referring to the photo before them on the laptop, "He was good as gold until after breakfast the next day. It seems that Brian is a stranger to the notion of cleaning up after himself." MJ brought up the next photo and there on the screen was Brian meekly standing at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. He was wearing an apron...and nothing else. Brenda could easily see the red glow on his hind quarters which were exposed.

"Mom! You got him to do the dishes? And naked?" said an astonished Brenda

"Now dear, he's not naked he is wearing an apron. After breakfast Brian refused to do the cleaning up, saying he didn't want to get his new jeans all covered in dirty soapy water. Then he really dug himself a hole when he told me he should not be expected to do woman's work", said MJ arching her eyebrow. "So, I solved multiple problems by stripping him naked then and there and applying one of your plastic spatulas to his round little bottom. Goodness. What a fuss he made. It was all I could do to hang onto him with one hand and swat him with the other. I grabbed him by the left bicep with my left hand and with him standing in the middle of the kitchen I began to swat him with the spatula in my right. Well he did quite a dance, and quite vocal too. He was complaining about the windows and the neighbors seeing and hearing. I just kept on bringing the spatula down on those plump little cheeks. He kept hopping around to his left trying to avoid the spanks. But, I just followed him around as he circled and told him if he didn't want to attract attention he should probably stop yelling.

"OK, so he was good from then on, right?" said Brenda.

"Ummm, well...he was starting to get the idea that he didn't rule the roost. There was a little problem the next day."

"OK, what little problem...?" asked Brenda.

"Well, you know Mrs. Mrs Magillicuddy who lives next door and has those prize winning flower beds?" MJ started.

"Yeah...?" a cautious Brenda started.

"Well Brian was shooting baskets and I gather if he is shooting from a certain angle and misses, the ball can sail over the fence and land right in her largest bed. And, apparently being smashed by a heavy ball does the flowers no good at all. Mrs. Magillicuddy told me she has warned him several times about the destruction he has caused. And well darned if he didn't sail the ball over the fence right into the middle of the flower bed again. "

"But, mom, surely an accident is quite different from disobedience." said Brenda.

"Absolutely. But, get the whole story first, Brenda." Brenda winced inwardly at the mild rebuke.

"First of all, it's only a problem if Brian misses the basket from the far left corner. He could simply not practice that shot until he is at the playground. Secondly, an adult asked him kindly several times not to do that. Let's call that two strikes. But on this occasion, Brian hopped over the fence, and as usual without asking permission to enter her yard, and walked right into the flower bed to retrieve the ball. Mrs. Magillicuddy happened to see him and called to him from the window reminding him that he was ruining her flowers. Well, that didn't sit well with our little big man and not only did he stick out his tongue at her, he made a raspberry."

"Raspberry...?" queried Brenda.

MJ turned to her, stuck out her tongue and emitted the classic noise, "Pbbbbbtttt".

"Unnnh" gasped Brenda, as she experienced and involuntary intake of breath. She was embarrassed by Brian's rudeness.

"Not done yet..." cautioned MJ. "Then Brian tucked the ball under his arm and walked out the bed on a different path, causing fresh destruction and then he crossed through another, different bed as he made his escape back to the fence by the shortest route."

"Unnnh." Brenda gasped again. "Oh my goodness, we've got to go next door and apologize immediately."

"A well felt apology has been made and accepted." said MJ, with a twinkle in her voice.

She searched on her laptop and opened a file. Brenda saw a photo of the paths through the flower beds. MJ opened the next file and Brenda was shocked. There on the screen was Brian standing on the back stoop of Mrs. Magillicuddy's house. The door faced the flower garden which abutted Brenda's own back yard. Brian was looking over his shoulder not directly towards MJ's camera but towards what would have been the side street adjacent to Mrs. Magillicuddy's property. The corners of his mouth were turned down in despair. There was a look of apprehension in his eyes and his cheek bones were flush. His palms were pressed flatly against his thighs, almost as if standing at attention. The door was open and the imposing figure of Mrs. Magillicuddy could be seen in the shadow with her feet at shoulder width and her hands on her hips in a very aggressive pose. The reason Brian looked so distraught and embarrassed was not guilt for his previous behavior but, because he was standing on the stoop with his shorts and underpants down at his ankles. And he was very worried some one else in the neighborhood would see him like that. Although, that did not happen.

"Unnnh..." gasped Brenda. "Mom, how did you get him to stand there like that?"

"Wooden spoon." answered MJ flatly and succinctly while she located the next file.

MJ continued her slide show. The next file was taken from inside the house. It showed Mrs. Magillicuddy's substantial person, hands on hips looking at Brian who was still standing half naked on the stoop. MJ had gone inside the house to shoot from a different perspective to more fully record the events. "Here he is explaining why he is there dressed like that. Isn't it adorable?"

Brian stood before Mrs. MG, a handsome boy with a very hesitant expression on his face and full frontal nudity captured digitally.

"He apologized repeatedly. She didn't let the boy off easy. As part of his punishment she took the opportunity to prolong his discomfort by asking him detailed questions about his behavior. Mrs. MG was able to recall every trespass Brian made. Look, here's another shot from a slightly different angle. Look how he's trying to crouch down so that his T shirt covers more of his privates. Mrs. MG raised four boys she was wise to that" (chuckle)

Next file:

"Now in this one, Mrs. Magillicuddy told him to stand up straight and put his hands on his head. So his T shirt rode up a little and his back is arched so he's much more exposed here. Because of the arch his junk sticks out a little from his body. Look at the expression on his face. (chuckle) Mrs. Magillicuddy told him that he was going to stand there all day until he asked her to give him the spanking he deserved."

Next file:

"OK. Here, this is after he finally got up the courage to ask for the spanking. Mrs. MG actually lifted him by the armpits right over the threshold and into her kitchen. Because he had flip flops on when she did it they came off and she lifted him right out of his pants." (chuckle)

Next file:

"Look at the apprehension on his face." Brian was standing in the middle of the kitchen. His hands were again on top of his head. He was totally naked from the waist down. Mrs. MG was standing in front of him no doubt delivering a stern lecture as her right index finger was frozen in mid wag.

Next file:

"Not only is she a big woman, she's long winded. That lecture seemed long to me. It must have felt like a lifetime to Brian. Anyway, by now it's time for action. Here she is getting Brian naked." Mrs. Magillicuddy was raising Brian's T shirt over his head and the picture was snapped just at that awkward stage when a boys head is covered with the shirt and his two arms are above his head also trapped within the shirt. Thus the boy is stretched out 3/4 naked but unable to see his surroundings. Mrs. Magillicuddy was looking into the camera and smiling.

Next file:
"OK, now here she is leading Brian over to a convenient chair." The boy was led over towards a chair held firmly by the elbow. As the elbow was raised, it skewed his posture. You couldn't tell from the still photo but MJ recalled that his bum was wobbling delightfully.

Next file:

"This one, he's standing next to her just before she takes his little naked self over her lap. Imagine, at this point he was actually trying to talk her out of giving him a spanking or, as he bargained maybe just a tiny one." (chuckle)

Next file:

"And here is the first spank coming. Look who far she has her arm back. That's going to make some impression."

Next file:

"In this one, I got a lucky shot. I went to stand over in front of his face to see if I could catch his expression. Just as it happened about the third or fourth spank, his head shot up in surprise and he yelped. You can see over his back the hand has just made contact with his cute little buns. That must have been quite the stinger. "

MJ then cycled through several more photos. These were all taken from the rear and showed various impacts of smacks by Mrs. Magillicuddy and the effect on poor Brian's posterior. Mrs. Magillicuddy varied the angle and location of her spanks. Some were straight on, some from the side or sweeping upward. But the effect of each was an ever increasingly rosy target area for poor Brian. And the redness was spreading to an ever larger portion of his boy buns. He kicked and squirmed under this attention. Bounced up as far as possible, sometimes spreading his legs, sometimes scissoring them. MJ dutifully recorded each embarrassing pose digitally. The series of files ended with several of Brian's spanking dance. Brian was holding on to his buns and hoping around mindless of his appearance as his mind had other things to consider besides his modesty.

MJ paused at this point and took a deep breath. "The next series are a little more intense. But, I believe they made a lasting impression on our naughty little boy."

More files:

Brenda had to squint to figure out exactly what was happening in the photo. It was close up of a boy's thighs spread wide, lying on his back on some sort of table. (Brian had been secured with neck ties to Mrs. Magillicuddy's coffee table actually) A thumb and forefinger held the head of the penis and stretched it upwards. She squinted at what seemed to be a shadow horizontally across the frame. The next photo showed the "shadow" hanging perpendicular and a small red band horizontal on the penis shaft. MJ had to explain that it was a penis whip. Mrs. MG had used it sparingly on her own boys for serious or repeated bad behavior. The next file showed the tiny penis whip impacting the shaft a little further down and the following file showed the result as a second red band a little lower on the shaft.

Brenda was shocked and some what upset by this discipline. "Mother, what the hell were you thinking?"

But, MJ explained that Mrs. Magillicuddy was very experienced and the impacts were much lighter than they appeared and only two strokes were given.

"Mother...supposed he's damaged. I want grandchildren some day, you know." argued Brenda.

"Oh, posh. Those strokes faded faster than the red on his fanny. Used compassionately, as here, there main value is to terrify rather than inflict punishment. Mrs. Magillicuddy would never hurt Brian seriously. If you don't believe me call Brian in and examine his parts." (MJ)

"Mother, Brian is 10. He's not going to let me examine him. He's very shy about those things." (Brenda)

"Ahem, you're the mother around here; act like it. Just tell him to drop his pants. Besides, I think you will find his attitude in general is more obedient now" (MJ)

Doubtfully, Brenda called Brian into the room. Brian was directed to stand in front of his mom and gran who were seated on the couch. "Uhh, Brian, I want you to lower your pants and underpants to your ankles." said Brenda without 100% conviction in her voice.

Brian looked over to MJ with apprehension. "Don't worry Brian, you are not in trouble at the moment. Mom just wants to make sure you are all right."

Relief appeared on the boy's face as he undid his shorts and pulled them all the way down. Then with a short nervous pause and a bit of a blush, he lowered his boxers to join them. He had put a T shirt on by this time as it was near dinner and his mother could not see his penis. "Brian lift up your shirt...no all the way...let me get a good look at you." said Brenda.

Brian complied with some further reddening of his face. MJ smiled approvingly at his obedience. Brenda began an examination. Growing more confident in her control now, Brenda instructed the boy to spread his legs knowing his ability to do that was limited by the clothes at his ankles. To her surprise Brian stepped one foot out of his shorts to enable him to spread his feet well apart. Brenda reached forward and gently handled his equipment, moving it side to side and up and down so that she could examine the affected area. It had been some years since she bathed Brian and so she studied her baby quite thoroughly and noted his development. Seeing no marks on his penis, she also examined his testicles. She found those to be uninjured also. Then she had Brian who was obediently holding his shirt up to his armpits, turn around so that she could assess any damage to his hiney. It was amusing to watch him turn in several increments all the while obediently keeping his feet well spread. There was just a hint of residual pinkness in some spots on his charming buns. Then just to be thorough she had him bend forward and put his palms on the floor. This exposed his anus and his cute little sack to her thorough inspection. Satisfied, Brenda let Brian get dressed and go play.

"Well thank goodness he seems fine. And, uh, he seems 'obedient.' This is quite a different boy than I left you with." said Brenda, with surprise.

"Well, a good spanking now and then does wonders for a boy. By the way, Mrs. Magillicuddy said she would be more than happy to help with discipline should you find yourself unable to be assertive." added MJ. And you know, on the way back from Mrs. Mrs. Magillicuddy's we met that Sandy girl who refuses to baby-sit for you anymore and her mom. They noticed Brian was walking a little funny and had a red face, so I told them he had been deservedly punished. Sandy said the reason she no longer baby-sits Brian is because he was such a terror every time. He would disobey, run around the house, refuse to go to bed, bad mouth her and in general just be awful. I told them things had changed around here. I told Sandy that she and her mom should come over tomorrow and bring a ping pong paddle. And Sandy's should make a list of Brian's bad acts and she would read this list in front of all of us. And, then Sandy was going to strip him naked and give him all the spankings he should have gotten back then. I told her she had your full support and that in the future when she sat she would have spanking privileges."

Brenda looked straight at her mom, absorbing what she had said and thinking about Brian's behavior and the changes that were beginning to take place, she opened her mouth to say "absolutely not..." but all that came out, and very softly was ..."ok".

"Good." said MJ. "Now let me download the memory card on this camera...I want as much room as possible on this card for Brian's baby sitting lesson."