When I was a Kid 3

When I was a Kid... Chapter 3

By Redbuns

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Chapter 3

It seemed as if that week between my first visit to “Alan’s spanking room” and my anticipated second visit was both very long, and also very short. The daily morning drive to school with Mrs. Baron and Maggie was highly charged for me during that Friday after my first experience over Maggie’s knees. It was awkward to say the least, but the two of them kept up their end of the deal by not mentioning anything about the spanking session. That Friday was a very nice spring afternoon, and on nice days, Maggie’s mom didn’t pick us up after school, we walked home. I realized that I’d be walking home with her, and with last night on my mind, I’m sure there was no way I couldn’t talk about my spanking and my feelings as we walked home.

My discomfort intensified as the day wore on. When the final bell rang, I met Maggie as I always did, right by the flagpole, and we headed home. At first there were other kids walking with us, and the big topic of conversation was the pool the Baron family was digging in their back yard. This was a conversation I could easily engage in! It took my mind off of the elephant in the room so to speak. Maggie was quite a popular girl, and had many friends, and there was a fairly good sized group of kids that began walking with us. But as we made the last turn towards our road, it was just Maggie and me. I couldn’t resist it any longer; “Maggie, I have to ask you, how do you feel about last night? What do you think?” To which she replied; “Alan, you know better, we are not to talk about this out of Thursday nights! Stop it now.” I felt my cheeks redden a bit, as my penis came to life as I thought about going over her lap. I couldn’t help but try another tact: “So how do you think next Thursday will be? Do you think both moms will be there too?” Maggie stopped walking, faced me, and said; “Alan, stop it now! We all agreed to not talk about this, so just let it drop. What happens Thursday will happen, and we aren’t going to discuss it now, that’s final!” So my conversation went back to the pool: “Do you think they’ve begun to dig the hole today?” She replied, “We’ll see soon enough, we’re almost home.” And sure enough, the contractors had dug the hole, piled up the dirt, and were leaving after a day’s work as we approached. Maggie and I dropped off our books then met on the dirt pile. I got there first, but Maggie had changed into some more suitable clothes first, I was still in my school clothes.

We played on that dirt pile until supper time. Mom wasn’t aware that I’d not changed from my school clothes when I was out there playing. I really got them dirty and muddy, I could tell she was upset, and I knew I’d be hearing about this on Thursday, but what could I say? I did this to myself.

On Monday evening, it was time for my swimming lessons at the YMCA. I enjoyed these times as it was just dad and me in the car trip. We talked with just the two of us, and I remember it as quality father/son time. That particular evening, as soon as we pulled out of the driveway, dad asked what I thought of the new discipline arrangement. Dad rarely commented on my discipline, preferring to let mom handle all of it, so this was a unique question. My mind drifted to last Thursday night, and the feelings I had; the humiliation, the excitement, the pain, the catharsis, the regret, and the release. I told him it would take some time for me to get used to it. Then he explained to me that it was difficult for him to discipline me, and since I was a little boy, he’d decided to leave my discipline up to mom. He wasn’t so sure about this new arrangement, but when mom explained that it was the erections that she was concerned about, he reluctantly agreed. Then he shocked me by saying, “You aren’t the first male mom has had over her knees, your mother occasionally spanks me too! But we use our time spanking rarely for discipline, but for our intimacy. Mom has always been well aware of the feeling of an erection when she spanked…and that’s why she has decided to have Maggie take over your spankings! She is concerned that if she continues this form of discipline, it may harbor some unhealthy attitudes in you, and I also believe in her also!” So that explains some of this, but mom spanked dad too? Wait a minute, I was beginning to see. The image I was forming in my mind wasn’t one I particularly wanted to see. The rest of the trip to the Y was in silence, and I know dad had a blush on his cheeks.

I guess I was starting to have some sort of understanding as to why mom turned my discipline over to Maggie. I had a newfound respect for my dad, he was experiencing a level of spanking that I could only imagine, and imagine I did…shuddering with the thought of what might happen. I was a bit interested in just what dad meant by “intimacy” but let my mind wander a bit. I wasn’t ready for that experience, at least not yet! My spankings were on the disciplinary level, but I was curious about what dad was experiencing. I made a mental note to ask him about it later on.

The contractors almost finished the pool in the Baron back yard by the time I was to go over for my second spanking session with Maggie. I was impressed by the size of the pool, and just couldn’t seem to get my mind off of how cool that pool was going to be in the summer! I was even talking to mom about it as we walked over to the Baron’s for my second spanking session with Maggie. But mom was apparently focused on other things.

Apparently, she’d made a list of what I’d done, phoned it over to Maggie before dinner, and just to be sure, brought it with her! I’d thought about going over for to the Baron house for my spanking, but it didn’t dawn on me that mom would have her own list of things that I needed to be spanked for, I somehow just thought it would be just what I told Maggie, and what she’d observed…I left out the omnipotent mother factor! I then started to think of what I’d done, and tried to remember as much as I could! Mom told me that this time, she’d sit on the couch; that Maggie was going to be in total control. Mom wouldn’t interfere unless it became necessary. Mrs. Baron would remain upstairs, but I believe she’d be able to hear my spanking easily from there.

As we knocked on the door, Mrs. B opened it for us to enter. “Alan, you’re looking a little flushed. Are you okay? Or are you worried about going over Maggie’s lap?” I just blushed! She smiled and said: “Mag’s is down there, waiting for you. She’s got some small changes that we discussed with your mother. By the way, from now on, when you come over here for your Thursday spankings, just open the door and come in, we’ll be expecting you. Just announce that you’re here and head on downstairs to your spanking room.”

Mom greeted Mrs. B, and said that if things started off fine, she’d come upstairs and leave Maggie to handle business on her own. Mrs. B said she’d put some coffee on and they could sit in the kitchen, listen, and if needed, head downstairs.

Mom and I went down, my heart began racing again as we descended. I remember counting the steps, there were 11 to reach the basement floor; it seemed with every step down, I felt more and more anxiety. When we got to the bottom, Maggie was there, grinning from ear to ear! “Alan, it’s good to see you down here again. Are you ready for to begin? Just head into the laundry room, strip, and come on into your spanking room.” I meekly turned into the laundry room, and surprisingly, took my clothes off rapidly. With my heart pounding in my chest, I started to head into my spanking room when my penis began to get hard again! I thought of what my dad had said, and wondered what my fate was going to be like!

When I entered, Maggie and mom were seated on the couch, talking in some low tones. Maggie then told me that she was uncomfortable last week when sitting on the bar stool. She explained there was an old kitchen chair out in their garage, and that she’d like to try that one out today. I just stood there, not knowing exactly what she was getting at. “Well, Alan, go up there and bring it down.” I must have looked a bit confused, wondering why they didn’t tell me about that before I’d taken off my clothes. I started to head back into the laundry room, when Maggie said; “Where are you going? I told you to go out to the garage and get that chair.” I made a comment that I was going to at least get my pants back on, to which Maggie replied “No. When it’s time for your spanking, I will tell you what to do, I’ll let you know when you can put your clothes back on, and now you get your bare butt up there and get that chair!” So up the stairs I went, more than a bit unsure of what Mrs. B would think when a naked boy walked through their kitchen to the garage! But apparently, Mrs. B was well aware of what was happening. She just smiled at me and said; “It really is nice to see you naked again. You’re turning into such a nice young man! Now go on out there and get the chair.” I quickly went into the garage, finding the garage doors open; I grabbed the chair and headed back inside before anyone could see me.

Back in the spanking room, Maggie had me set the chair in a position where she could see my mom. I was told to take a seat on the floor in front of her, and our session began. Maggie asked me how my week was, what I did that was good, and what I did that was not so good. She entered into more of a dialogue than mom had done with me, and pretty soon, I found myself opening up to her. Then I realized mom had given her the list, and I began recounting the bad things. Apparently, the worst thing I revealed was playing in the dirt with my school clothes on. Maggie added that I’d talked about my spanking when we were outside. Those two things seemed to be the highlights…then it was time for me to go over her knees.

And once again, I was as erect and hard as I ever remembered! I glanced at mom, who was just shaking her head; then at Maggie, who had a determined look on her face. She hiked her skirt up, baring her legs, and told me to stand next to her, patting her lap, she indicated I was to drape myself over her knees. It felt so weird; last week, she didn’t raise her skirt, and this week, I was going over her bare legs! She kept her knees close together, and positioned me so that my penis was on her left leg, my scrotum now in the space between her knees. My hands were on the floor, and my legs dangling off the ground. My bottom was raised, a good position for a spanking.

When I was in this position, and before the actual spanking began, Maggie once again told me in a nice, soft voice, why I was being spanked, and that in her mind, while getting my school clothes dirty was wrong, she viewed my attempts at talking about my spanking as a worse infraction. Then I felt her body shift as she raised her hand, and the spanking began. At first it wasn’t even half as hard as last week. But Maggie was just warming up! She talked as she spanked, talked to me about why I was being spanked, and seemed to start with minor things. When she paused, mom got up and headed upstairs. Maggie waited until mom was gone, then began once again explain what these next swats were for, and landed some harder smacks. Since her smacks weren’t too severe, my erection remained, and if anything, intensified! Maggie stopped, and had me get up; she seemed really interested in my erection which was throbbing with each pulse beat. She asked me if I was excited by being spanked, that she understood boys got erections when they were aroused, but she couldn’t figure out why being spanked did this to me. I really couldn’t answer her very well, I was embarrassed standing before her naked, trying to explain why I was erect…I didn’t understand myself.

Maggie smiled and asked me; “Am I the one who’s causing your penis to rise? I kind of like seeing it like this. When we were little, and you swam naked all the time, it certainly wasn’t like this. I think I’m going to like it when you’re here and when you’re like that!” Then, it was time once again to go over her knees. She positioned me with care, making sure she could feel my erection, and she once again, started spanking me. The next few minutes were utterly painful, as Maggie rained down smack after smack in rapid succession. They may not have been close to the hardest I was spanked, but they what they lacked in strength, she made up for by speed! But when she got to talking about my “breach of contract” my talking about spanking on the way home from school, she began intensifying my spanking to the point that I began crying, not sobbing, and I began to plead with her to stop.

Maggie said: “I’m the one who determines when your spanking is over, and any pleading you do will not help, as a matter of fact, it may cause a harder spanking!” But I just cried all the harder! The stinging sensation that brought tears to my eyes, also seemed to have a cleansing effect on my attitude causing me to seem to “let go” and open up. That was a feeling I really never felt while mom did the spanking, afterwards on occasion, but during the spanking…this was new! I was crying out loud, my legs were kicking, and Maggie was spanking me like a percussionist doing tympani solo!

Then she stopped. I was spent! I just felt myself go limp over her lap as she used one of her arms to keep me in position; the other slowly rubbed my seemingly red-hot butt. While this intense spanking was going on, I lost my erection, but in this position, my erection soon returned as I also felt her legs moving in time with her hand massaging my butt! I felt totally embarrassed as she had me stand up, tussled my hair, hugged me, and asked me if I understood why I had been spanked so soundly. I felt calmer than usual, I didn’t even do my “spanking dance” that I so often did, hopping from one foot to the other while rubbing my butt; Maggie essentially did that for me this week! Maggie dried my tears with a tissue then told me to face the wall while she went up to get some milk and cookies.

I heard her bound upstairs, talking in an excited voice to the adults, but I was unable to make out exactly what they were saying. Soon, all three of them headed back downstairs, and I was told to have a seat on the floor in front of the couch. Once again, the cool floor tiles were a welcomed relief to my flaming cheeks.

Mom began by saying how proud she was of Maggie! Certainly she was mature enough to take care of me, and that from now on, I’d be coming over by myself. In a way, I was kind of glad mom said this. I really didn’t want her to listen to someone else spanking me. I just nodded, gasping the last of my sobs. Then Mrs. B dropped another bombshell on me, like I’d not had enough over the past week or so. “Alan, we’ve been talking, and I know you’re really looking forward to swimming in our pool when we finally get it finished. I know you take your swimming lessons without a swimming suit, and you certainly enjoyed our pools and the lake that way when you were younger. So your mom and I agreed, when you come over here to swim, as long as it’s just our two families, you’ll do so naked. We’re getting ready to put up a tall privacy fence, so no one else will be able to see you. We’ll talk about this issue again when you have pubic hair!” I was a bit shocked at this, but I’d been naked in front of these people in one form or another for so long, this wasn’t that much of an issue, especially since it was to be just our two families. What harm could it do to swim naked when I’d be spanked weekly by a girl my own age? Deep down, I was excited about this, and my penis belied my thoughts. I tried to shift my sitting position to hide my erection, but they noticed, Maggie and Mrs. B smiled and mom shook her head. When I finished my milk and cookies, Maggie helped me up, and walked me to the laundry room where I put my clothes back on, with a smiling girl watching my every move.

When mom and I walked home, we spoke of the events of the evening. While I was a bit overwhelmed by events taking place in my life, I was also thrilled to be able to feel the way I felt when over Maggie’s lap that day. Mom asked me if I was angry with her or with Maggie due to my spankings, and I had to admit, I wasn’t at all. Even now, with my butt still smarting from my spanking, I felt some excitement about next week.

(The End)