When I was a Kid 4

When I was a Kid... Chapter 4

By Redbuns

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Chapter 4

As the next week passed, I gave some serious thought to mom’s question to me; Did I harbor any ill feelings towards her or Maggie regarding my discipline regimen? I began to have some feelings of being taken advantage of, feelings of embarrassment, feelings of anger about this whole situation. But those feelings were also tempered by other emotions; that this was really good for me, I shouldn’t question the authority, even if the authority was now a person my age, and I also somehow felt excited when in my spanking room. I was very torn, and with each passing day, sometimes each hour, my mood would swing.

As that week went by, the construction of the pool was complete, and the fencing had been laid out. Spring was most certainly upon us, and I must admit, I really wanted to try out that pool as soon as it was filled. It didn’t matter to me that I didn’t have a pair of swimming trunks that fit…I’d grown a bit since last season. I tried the old trunks on, they were way too small, and mom had donated them to charity. Even if I was going to be swimming naked, I was really looking forward to the day the pool was opened.

It was a week of totally mixed feelings!

When Thursday evening came, and it was time for me to head on over to the Baron house, mom handed me the list of things I’d done wrong, kissed me, and sent me to walk over by myself. On my way, I was having thoughts of resentment, thoughts of not complying with Maggie, thoughts of just not going over there at all! I folded up the list and shoved it in my back pocket. But the other side of me won out for the moment as I yanked open the door to their house and stared down the steps to the basement, where I saw Maggie with her arms crossed, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, unsure of what I was going to do, then cautiously went down the steps. Mom had sent me over by myself, and Mrs. Baron didn’t go downstairs with us. It was just Maggie and me. I knew the routine, but stopped at the bottom of the steps, my head hung low, and I stared at the ground acting as if I didn’t know what to do.

Maggie had to tell me to go take off my clothes, and she didn’t seem too pleased with me. I complied, but with reservations and a racing mind. When I went and sat in front of her, I didn’t really want to talk. Maggie said mom didn’t phone over any list, but that I was carrying one to hand over. I simply shook my head, lying to Maggie. I’d stuffed that list into my pants pocket, and had no intentions of turning it over. Maggie once again asked me for the list, and told me to talk. I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was beginning to get very upset with me! In a very authoritative tone, she told me I’d better do what she said, that she wasn’t going to put up with my lack of respect, or it was going to be a rough spanking, one to remember. I didn’t really believe her.

In a calm, but firm tone, she told me to stop blabbering and get over her lap, right now, with no conversation! I was taken aback, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but Maggie was using her voice in a very commanding tone and I kind of felt ashamed at making her feel that way. So I complied, turning myself over her lap, but here was no special positioning. Maggie just began to spank hard, very hard right off the bat! Harder than any time before! In no time, I was crying, screaming and kicking!

Maggie stopped, ordered me to get down on the floor, and asked me again to produce the list, and tell how my week had been. Again, I refused, now thinking I was going to hold out, to stick to my principles and shaking my head in defiance.Maggie ordered me to get up and over her lap once more, but this time, she opened her lap roughly pushing me over her left leg, closing her right leg over my thighs as I placed myself over her left leg.

For some reason, I once again submitted to her when I could have just as easily gotten up and ran from her. She then placed her left hand on my back, almost to my neck, keeping my head down. This kept me from bucking as she began to once again begin a serious spanking that I’m sure hurt her hand, I was screaming at the top of my lungs as her right hand repeatedly slapped my nether cheeks, alternating from one side to the other. She wasn’t yelling at me, she was talking to me in a firm, steady voice, telling me she wasn’t going to put up with this nonsense, that I was getting what bad little boys do when then don’t cooperate and don’t tell the truth. I tried to get up, tried to cover my bare butt with my right hand, anything to get some relief. But Maggie simply grabbed my right hand, pinning it to my back as she intensified my spanking even more! I was screaming by now, the stinging of her smacks as unbearable! I felt Maggie’s legs clamp down very hard, I was immobile, totally at her mercy. But Maggie must have been feeling a bit of pain in her hand as well,she soon stopped and told me to sit on the floor in front of her again. For whatever reason, I complied. Again, I knew I could probably make a run for it, but I also realized this was my fate, I couldn’t ultimately escape.

Maggie asked me for the list once again, and through tearing eyes and sobbing breaths, told her it was in my pants back pocket. She told me to get up and retrieved it, which I quickly did. Then in a calmer voice, she asked me about my past week. This time as I sat on the floor, between openly sobbing, I opened up, I reeled off what I’d remembered from mom’s list, and told her all about my mistakes, my joys, my sorrows, and that I was very sorry for treating her with disrespect! And then she laid me across her lap one more time, and finished the hardest spanking I’d had in my life.

I was crying and screaming so loudly, that Mrs. B came downstairs to witness this last portion of my punishment, where I was jumping with every smack. My tears were dripping to the floor tiles in a steady stream as I cried as loud and as hard as I think I’d ever done! My body was covered in sweat, and my face stained with tears as Maggie kept up this severe spanking. I was pleading with her to have this end, but she kept telling me; “I’ll be the one to judge when your spanking is over, not you. As much as you plead and wiggle, that’s not going to lessen your punishment; it probably has caused you to stay on my lap longer!”

Then after what seemed like an hour, she finally stopped the smacks. When this evening of spanking began, I was erect, but I certainly wasn’t when it ended! Maggie let me up, tussled my hair, told me that I was learning, and that I’d get at least that level of a spanking if I didn’t talk with her. Disrespect was something she wasn’t going to tolerate, and I should remember this spanking for the rest of my life!

I was gasping for air between sobs, rubbing my hot red butt, hopping from one foot to the other doing my spanking dance as mom called it. Then I was still hopping and rubbing when Maggie sent me to stand facing the wall as she went upstairs to get some milk and cookies. It was a while before she returned. I think she called mom and explained what had happened. Maggie tussled my hair again, hugged me, and we shared the snack. Once again, Maggie explained that when I was over her lap getting a spanking, she would be the one to determine when enough was enough, and that when I failed to cooperate, or show disrespect, I’d get at least that level of spanking. My bottom stung so bad! We finished our milk and cookies, and when I quit sniffling, I carefully dressed, my underwear and pants causing some discomfort as I pulled them up over my heated behind. Then I went home. I knew Maggie had called mom who was waiting for me at the back door.

“I heard about your spanking already young man! I want to see for myself the handiwork that Maggie did on you; pull down your pants mister, and let me see for myself.” I was still sniffling a bit, and when I dropped my pants, once again, I started to cry. Mom had me step out of my pants, telling me that it would probably be best for me to go without them for the rest of the day, that my butt needed cooling air. Mom then called back to the Baron house, and asked Maggie to come over. Mom wanted to check on Maggie’s hand; if my buttocks were that red, she wanted to make sure Maggie’s hand was okay! Nothing was said about me being hurt! Instead, mom was worried about Maggie’s hand. I felt totally humiliated and totally insignificant at this point. But again, for some reason, I really didn’t have any ill feelings about my spanking.

By the time Maggie came over, mom had me totally naked. I wasn’t crying any longer, but occasionally I still sobbed and rubbed my all too sore butt. When Maggie saw me, she didn’t act any different than when we usually were…outside of my spanking room! Maggie took a look at her handiwork, and enjoyed the compliments from mom. “Why Maggie, I am thrilled that you took the initiative to discipline Alan as thoroughly as you’ve done, I’m really impressed with your ability, but I am concerned about your hand.” Once again, I felt totally left out, as if I was just a little kid. I pouted a bit until Maggie said; “We’re beginning to fill the pool tomorrow, and it should be ready on Sunday. Do you want to come over for the inaugural dip in the pool?” For the first time since leaving our back door to go to her house, I smiled from ear to ear and nodded emphatically! Mom asked Maggie if it was just going to be their family, in other words, as I didn’t have swimming trunks that fit, I’d be naked as long as there weren’t others around. It turns out that only the Baron’s would be there, so it was agreed, I could go over for a swim, but the privacy fence wasn’t going to be completed by then. Maggie just told me, “Get over it Alan, you’ll be spending most of the time in the pool, and folks really can’t see in. Besides, I want to see you in the daylight, outdoors.” I shuddered at that thought, thinking perhaps Maggie wanted to move my discipline location poolside!

Well, Sunday came soon enough. I don’t know why I was so antsy about swimming naked in their pool. I’d done it plenty of times when I was younger, took my lessons at the Y nude, and gone to the public lake naked until my 6^th birthday. It was going to be just our two families, and everyone had certainly seen me, especially since Maggie had taken over my spanking sessions. I’d watched the water flowing into the pool, checking it’s rising all through the weekend. Sunday at 1:00 we were all to gather at the Baron backyard for a kickoff cookout. It was the first hot day of the year, and I was planning on attending in my cutoffs and t-shirt. Mom had another idea. “Why get that outfit dirty? You’re going to be naked in the pool, so just take a towel wrapped around your waist and you’ll be ready whenever it’s time to go in.” What could I say? So, off with the clothes, on with the towel, and over to the Baron house we went.

The food was good, hot dogs and hamburgers. The fathers gathered round the grill and drank beer, the mothers sat at a table and chatted, and Maggie and I plopped down on the pool deck. Maggie was wearing her new swimming suit, a bright red two piece one that showed off her budding young body. Under my towel, I felt the familiar stirrings of another erection as Maggie took off her terry cloth wrap, dropping it to the pool deck as she lay down to get some sun. I plopped down next to her still wrapped in my bulky towel.

“I’m going to get a good tan this year, how about you Alan?” said Maggie. Now, I remembered the last summer I was allowed to run around naked. I had an awesome all-over tan, and Maggie was jealous of me, but that was six years ago. I was almost 12 years old now. Back in those days, we didn’t know about sunblock, we used suntan lotion to make our tans darker! I looked over to where the moms were sitting, then glanced over at the dads. I guess I wanted to get an all-over tan again, but I thought perhaps that was something from my childhood, something that I’d outgrown. But here? Here was Maggie, the girl who was also my disciplinarian encouraging me to tan the nether regions of my body. I was thinking about this, when Maggie propped herself up on her arms and said to both sets of parents, “I’m thinking Alan would look weird in the pool if he had tan lines, so what do you adults think of him tossing the towel and going for a deep all natural tan this year?” I saw mom and Mrs. B look at each other and smile, then looked over to dad and Mr. B who appeared to look at me with a smirk. Dad was the first to speak up saying “It’s fine with me, heck, I’d guess that he’ll be getting some hair pretty soon, then he won’t be allowed to skinny dip. Enjoy it son! When you’re sporting some hair down there, then we’ll worry about covering you up out here. Is that OK with everyone? Heck, Alan enjoy it while you can!” So with that, I undid my towel and laid down on my stomach because I once again had an erection! Maggie sat up and looked at my butt cheeks, they were still showing slight aftereffects of that sound spanking she gave me Thursday night. She then produced a bottle of “tanning lotion” and began to slather it on my back, working down my body, over my reddened rump, and down my legs. I have to admit, this time, her hands on my backside felt really good! Then she was done, and asked me to rub the lotion on her back. When I sat up, everyone could see my erection throbbing; heck, at this point I didn’t feel the need to cover up…everyone had seen it all already.

In about 20 minutes, Maggie suggested we turn over so as to not burn our backsides, and I reluctantly flipped over, showing off my erection. Mom looked over at me, and gave a positive comment to me about my erection! “Alan, when it’s hard and not wrinkled, that’s when you can get a decent tan on your penis. Don’t worry, this is a time when I will suggest you have an erection.” After putting an ample amount on herself, Maggie handed me the bottle of lotion, and I began applying to my chest and arms, then my legs and feet, and finally my lower stomach, penis and scrotum. When I was applying lotion to my penis, I got this funny feeling from deep down inside! I’d felt it before when I handled my erection, this time I felt as though I couldn’t stop putting on that lotion. I moaned loudly as I felt my body begin to twitch and jerk a bit! I was experiencing an orgasm, but at that time I didn’t produce any semen, yet I think something dribbled out of my penis, but with all the oil, I wasn’t really sure. While everyone looked at me, I wasn’t really sure what had happened. Maggie asked me if I was okay when I quit moaning and shuddering. Just then, the phone rang in the Baron house cutting off anything the adults were going to say as I lay back down to sun my front side.

After another 20 minutes, Maggie suggested we take out first dive into the pool. We both stood on the edge and dove in. It was very cold! The pool heater hadn’t had enough time to warm the tap water, and that was one of the first warm days of the year. Needless to say, my erection shriveled up quickly! Eventually the adults got into the pool too, and we all had a pretty good time. When the time came for us to finally go home, I was exhausted. By this time, I’d adapted and relaxed being naked, and proudly walked home with my towel over my shoulder, naked as the day I was born. I walked between both my parents and recall commenting to them that I was sure I was going to like this summer!

When we got home, mom and dad sat down with me and we talked about boys and puberty. I asked about the feeling I had when putting the lotion on my penis, and we talked about boys and orgasms. We talked about masturbation and the how’s and why’s of the male reproductive system. We’d gone over this before, but after my orgasmic experience on the Baron’s pool deck, it was good to be reassured that what I was experiencing was normal, that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, and that I was growing up. Mom explained once again, this was the reason that Maggie had been enlisted to take over my discipline. I was beginning to understand…at least I thought I was!

(The End)