When I was a Kid 2

When I was a Kid... Chapter 2

By Redbuns

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Chapter 2

I just looked up at mom, tears welling up in my eyes as the realization set in. I would no longer be telling mom about my week, no longer confessing to her the things I’d done wrong, no longer listening to her bringing up things that needed correction that I didn’t realize! I’d no longer be going over her knee for my weekly spanking, no! This was all going to be handled differently from now on. Maggie was going to be the one assuming mom’s role, and I wasn’t sure just how to take this yet. I was confused to say the least!

Mrs. B explained that my weekly discipline would take place down in their basement. Now, I’d been down there many times. Their basement consisted of a furnace room, a laundry room, and a large recreation room that had a neat pool table, a bar area with stools, and at one end of the rec room was a couch, upholstered chair, coffee table, a bench, and an old stereo. It was explained to me that here-after, the rec room would be renamed “Alan’s spanking room” for my Thursday evening visits! I began to openly cry as mom told me to “Get up; we’re all heading down to your spanking room, Alan”. Here I was, heading down to a fate that I was sure was the worst thing an 11 year old boy could possibly face.

Maggie seemed to be handling this well. After all, apparently my mom had broached this subject with her mother over a week ago, and she’d been aware of it for a few days now. Maggie was at first a bit unsure of this, but after thinking about it for a while, realized this could really be helpful to her. She was approaching the age where she would be able to baby sit, looking after other peoples’ children, and she really didn’t know that much about discipline, especially discipline with boys. I’m sure she had heard some of my spankings on summer evenings at the appointed time through open windows, but she was from a family that didn’t spank for punishment. She’d never felt the smarting sting of a well landed hand on a bare butt cheek, never felt the shame of standing naked facing the wall with a well reddened and hot bottom facing outwards to the room. Maggie seemed to lead a life that needed little correction, little to cause her mom to even think about a spanking. Yet now she seemed a bit thrilled at the idea of the power she would have; taking me over her lap, raising her hand, and delivering some blows to my bared behind. She felt a bit honored to be chosen to be the one to continue to administer my discipline, feeling she was going to have a true “upper hand” in bringing a boy up in the correct manner! She felt as though she had a destined purpose, a real manner of shaping me from a boy into a man in a manner that suited her needs and tastes as well as how she perceived a decent male should act. But she was still a bit apprehensive.

As we went downstairs, my heart began to race! I was both excited and embarrassed with the thought not only of going over Maggie’s lap, but of also having witnesses to my punishment. I remembered oh so well, how I disliked it when Mrs. Flick witnessed my spanking a few years back, and now I was going to have an audience…an audience who would provide advice and feedback to Maggie. I felt like a condemned man heading to the gallows, and my pace slowed as I descended each step until I finally reached the tiles of the basement floor.

Mom explained that I was to go into the laundry room to remove all of my clothes, then head into my spanking room where I’d then set up the room. Very slowly, I went into the laundry room by myself, Mrs. B, Maggie, and mom headed into my spanking room. I took my good old time removing my clothes, and when it got down to my underwear, I gulped, my mouth going dry as I slid them off of my body. Padding on bare feet, I entered my spanking room.

“Alan, It’s been a few years since I’ve seen you naked” said Mrs. B. “You are growing up a bit aren’t you?” I just looked down at the floor; my penis was starting to rise, but the fear in my entire being caused it to stop before rising all the way. All three females were sitting on the couch as I entered. It appears the three of them already had it in mind just how these spankings were to proceed, which in a sense, wasn’t that much different than before, when mom was doing the discipline. I was instructed to bring over one of the bar stools, set it in front of the couch, and then have a seat on floor. My heart was racing as I completed these simple tasks, and I jumped a bit as my bare bottom slapped down on the cool floor tiles.

Maggie got up, patted my head, and sat on the stool; mom stood behind her. Mom then explained that for these first few times, Maggie would be supervised, and today, mom was going to stand behind her, guiding her, and making sure the spankings were going to get off on the right footing. Mom explained in a loving voice, that this evening was going to be a bit of a test, a trial period where she hoped everything would work out. She also explained that these spanking sessions, and any and all things that may come of them were to be a secret between our two families, which was affirmed by Mrs. B, and with a nod, Maggie agreed. So mom told me to begin, and to talk to Maggie just as if we were back home, and I was sitting in front of mom.

I looked up into mom’s eyes and saw a look somewhere between a longing and a hope; a hope that this would work, that Maggie would be able to continue my discipline, if not further it! Then I looked into Maggie’s wide eyes, and saw uncertainty, elation, power, and authority. Mom then encouraged me to begin talking about my week. I looked up at mom as I began, but she quickly stopped me and told me to address Maggie, that it was Maggie who would be the one hearing my transgressions, not mom. She explained that at some point in the future, it would just be Maggie and me in my spanking room, that the adults wouldn’t be present. So I looked into Maggie’s face and began almost in a whisper of a voice.

I didn’t really have that much to say that week; I’d been a pretty good boy. Mom filled Maggie in on some items, such as not making my bed in a timely manner, tilting my chair back and balancing on the back two legs while eating dinner EVERY NIGHT during the past week (that was something that really irritated mom), and as I recall, not taking to heart the directions mom gave me last week. The list was really trivial compared to some of the things that I’d done in the past, and I think Maggie and Mrs. B realized it. Mom usually had a few things to say to me in terms of doing better in the upcoming week, which she coached Maggie to say, and then it was time…time to go over Maggie’s knees!

I gulped, and turned beet red as my penis sprang to its fullest length with perhaps the hardest erection I’d had in my young life. As I stood up, mom pointed to my erection and again, stated the erection was the primary reason for her to turn this aspect of my discipline over to someone else. I just stood there as Mrs. B took over the conversation, going into some detail about the male anatomy, with me being the focal point of this mini-lecture. The entire time, I was throbbing and seemed to feel my whole body pulsing with each racing heartbeat. I seemed to block out what everyone was saying, and just began to feel sorry for myself. I was in that zone when I realized they’d all stopped talking, that Maggie’s questions about male anatomy were over for now, and in the dead silence of the moment I shuddered and sighed as mom guided me to Maggie’s side.

My erection was indeed something to be reckoned with. It stood out proudly from my body, and mom hesitated a bit, asking Maggie if she thought she might like to guide me over her lap, or let me do it, or let mom place me. Apparently the decision was all up to Maggie, and she was blushing at this point. I could see her panting, shallow breath as her cheeks seemed to be almost as red as mine! Maggie told mom that for this first time, perhaps it would be best if mom helped her out, she’d never spanked anyone before, and she was trying to do her best!

Maggie was my size; I was used to being draped over mom’s adult sized lap! This was extremely different. Maggie was as small as I was, and was sitting on a padded barstool. I bent over Maggie’s lap, my penis on the material of the skirt covering her right leg, and my scrotum scrunched up almost hanging out the other side of her leg. My legs barely touched the floor, and my head dangled down, my fingertips touching the floor! When over mom’s lap, nothing touched the floor. Mom adjusted me so that my butt was well up, my toes on the floor, and my hands firmly planted on the floor in front of me. With my torso up, my penis wasn’t squashed on Maggie’s leg, but was slightly elevated off her lap, throbbing in anticipation of my spanking. Maggie commented on how she could feel my penis throbbing, that it felt hot, even through her skirt, and that she was unsure if she should use both hands, or just her right one. Mom suggested she start out with just using her right hand. Then I could feel the shift in her body as Maggie raised her hand. The first smack was very light, followed by two other light smacks in quick succession. These weren’t hard at all, but mom stopped her, explaining that to be effective, a spanking needs to be a bit harder. “Alan has been spanked very hard when it’s warranted, and when he really hasn’t done too much wrong, he gets a light spanking, but for it to be a “spanking” it really needs to have some sting, some power.” So Maggie intensified the smacks a bit, but it was still much lighter than mom’s spankings when I was good! Perhaps this was going to work out alright for me after all! I thought I’d add a bit of squirming on Maggie’s lap, just for show, but mom knew me better, telling Maggie to put a little more arm into it, that I needed to really feel it.

Maggie stopped the spanking for a moment, and I could tell she was mouthing something to her mother, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. B nod. I felt her raise up again, and knew another spank was coming, but this one was powerful! I yipped at bit and did a real squirm on her lap as each spank now was coming with much greater force…at least as much as mom delivered when I was getting a moderate spanking! Maggie’s left hand gently pushed down on my back as she got into the swing of things. The feel on her lap was so different, and with my butt sticking up that high, I was feeling the stings more than I’d thought. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could feel myself beginning to break into a sweat as Maggie increased the pace. My erection went down as the pain in my backside took my attention. I quickly forgot I was over a foreign lap as the old familiar stinging sensation intensified. Then, very quickly, mom called a halt to the spanking. At this point, I started to get erect once again!

Mom instructed Maggie to tell me to stand, and as I did so, I was rubbing my sore bottom, to which Maggie took over the commands, telling me “Stop rubbing your bottom Alan, do you want to go over my knee again?” I noticed both mom and Mrs. B smiled when she said this. My now erect penis bobbing from one side to the other, I shifted from one foot to the other, doing what mom called “the dance” as I sobbed a bit. Mom pointed at my erection and said, “that’s why I have to give this up, that’s why I think Maggie is a good person to take over Alan’s spankings; I don’t think it’s very healthy for a son to get erect, some sort of excitement, when his mother spanks him, but he needs to have that spanking!” Mrs. B told Maggie “You did a great job dear, just look how red his ass is!” This is the first time I’d heard my bottom referred to as “ass” but it wasn’t going to be the last. Then Maggie stood up, hugged me, tussled my hair, and asked me if I knew why I was spanked, to which I simply nodded through my sobs. She then told me to get over and face the wall.

While I was facing the wall, my red butt cheeks on display for them to see, they left the basement and went upstairs. I could hear them discussing this spanking, and then the voices lowered, followed by some laughing! In a few minutes, I heard them return to the basement, Maggie carrying a tray with some cookies and two glasses of milk. She allowed me to leave the wall, and instructed me to have a seat on the floor in front of the couch and upholstered chair. She gave me a cookie and a glass of milk, while she took the other glass. My tears had dried by this time, my sobbing was over, but the smarting of my bottom was still with me. The cool tiles of the basement floor were quite a bit soothing.

Mom spoke first saying the spanking went well, and that she thought this would be a good arrangement, that after discussing it with Maggie and Mrs. B, I’d be sent over every Thursday evening for my spanking, but for the next week or two, she’d be accompanying me, but staying in the background, only offering help as needed. From now on, Maggie was going to be in control of these Thursday evenings. It was also discussed that these sessions would never be talked about in school or with anybody else without approval from mom and Mrs. B, that at least for now, it was just to be between our two families. I kind of wolfed down a couple of cookies then finished the milk in a couple of gulps. Mrs. B continued, explaining that while Maggie enjoyed this time, she was not to even breathe a word of this to anyone, nor was she to correct my behavior at school or anywhere else at least for now, that it was all going to be done on Thursdays unless my mom decided I needed a punishment spanking immediately. I was totally embarrassed by this conversation; it seemed as if they were all treating me as a little boy, or as if I was just an object in the room. All decisions were made for me, all about me. I just sighed as mom told me to go back into the laundry room and get dressed.

On our walk back home, mom asked me; “It wasn’t that bad now was it? I mean, I think I spank harder than Maggie, don’t you think? And you’ll be talking with someone your own age about what things you do during the week, somehow I don’t think I will want to know some of the things you’ll be talking about when you really start going through puberty. Lord knows, you and that erection of yours! While it’s a normal thing for boys to experience, I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Besides, Maggie is such a mature young lady, I’m certain she’ll be a good influence on you. You know, she will be having complete “parental control” on these Thursday evenings don’t you?” It seemed as if mom was really enthused about this arrangement, but I was upset because I’d never been consulted, and I let mom know. It just wasn’t the same, and I wasn’t sure if it was right having a kid my own age administer my punishment. To which mom simply said “You better get used to it…this is going to happen from now on!” I sighed a deeply with a hint of tears as we entered our house. I sulked and went to my room, going to bed early;I really wasn’t looking forward to seeing Maggie in school tomorrow. I thought our relationship had now changed forever!

That Friday, I dreaded going to school. Mrs. B drove us every day, and this was not an exception. I showed up like I always do, popping my head in their back door, but dreading the reactions and looks that I was sure were awaiting me. I was greatly ashamed of last night, but I had to go to school. My fears didn’t seem to be founded. Mrs. B treated me just like any other day, inviting me in for a slice of toast with jelly and a small glass of juice. No mention of last night, no “looks” or anything. Maggie bounded into the kitchen greeted me with a hearty “Hiya there Alan! Doin’ okay this morning? Did you get all your homework done?” It all seemed as if last night didn’t happen, at least they made me feel less ill at ease, but I could also tell that there was a new sense of authority in Maggie, a confidence that though wasn’t lacking before, was certainly prominent now! We drove to the school as always, with the normal standard chatter. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

This was our last year of elementary school, the sixth grade year. It was a special time, a time when we weren’t little kids any more, but we certainly weren’t adults, heck, we weren’t even teenagers. But we knew life would be changing, our bodies were already beginning to do that, and the next year, we’d be entering junior high school. We had a few weeks of school left before the summer began, and this spring, the Baron family was having an in-ground pool dug into their backyard. I was really looking forward to the end of school, and the opening of their pool. But with this new relationship with Maggie, well, I’m not so sure how things were going to turn out. In one sense, I resented Maggie, but in another, I felt a new found respect for her. While I would miss the relationship I had had with my mom, in a weird way, I kind of looked forward to going over Maggie’s lap next week. Both fear and anticipation were clouding my brain. I was confused to say the least, and I wondered what next Thursday would be like in my spanking room!

(The End)