When I was a Kid 5

When I was a Kid... Chapter 5

By Redbuns

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Chapter 5

After my parents sat down with me and we talked about how puberty was affecting my body, I began to realize that perhaps mom made the proper decision when she turned my discipline over to Maggie. I began to understand that my erections were causing mom some discomfort, yet she wasn’t trying to cause me any shame. My parents explained to me once again, that erections were normal, puberty was knocking at the door, and the emotions and stirrings I was beginning to experience were what were supposed to happen! When discussing what happened to me when I was applying the suntan lotion, that orgasm, both mom and dad explained masturbation as a normal procedure for both boys and girls, but it was something done in private. My questions focused on when I was going to be able to produce something to come out of my penis. I thought perhaps something did dribble out on the pool deck when I put on the lotion, but dad especially assured me that I’d most certainly know when my body produced semen. He told me that ejaculating was an experience that sometimes became almost addictive! Both mom and dad made sure that I knew what was going to happen, and encouraged me to experiment with my penis, and tell them when I did have a discharge.

I wondered what this was going to be like! I was curious. When I rubbed my penis with the lotion and I couldn’t stop, it felt wonderful! I felt something that welled up from deep inside, I felt my body jerk around a bit, my feet wiggle, and my toes curl and uncurl. I moaned a bit, and tried to hold it back. Dad told me that this was common, that as I advanced further into puberty, I’d be having even more intense feelings! Both mom and dad encouraged me to let it happen at its own pace, and to experience my orgasms with no shame. I had a feeling that this was going to be a great experience!

On Monday, mom joined dad and me as we went for my swimming lesson at the Y. When the lesson was over, we headed to the store to buy a new swimming suit for when other people were at the Baron pool. It was kind of a downer for me; I looked forward to swimming naked, especially since I took my classes that way. I remembered how cumbersome my suit was last year, it was kind of baggy. Mom said we’d look for something a little more “form fitting” as she put it! We did indeed find a short suit that clung to my torso, was made from stretchy, shiny, grey material, and for mom, was listed as “rapid dry” so I wouldn’t have to worry about a drippy mess. While I didn’t much care for wearing a swimming suit, I guess this was as good as it was going to get.

While we were at the store, mom suggested looking for a birthday present for Maggie; she’d be turning 12 and she was having a pool party on Saturday afternoon. I had no idea what to get her! Over the last few weeks, Maggie had turned from being just my friend and the girl next door, to becoming my disciplinarian…and a well-respected one at that! I still felt that stinging and burning from our last session the past Thursday. I really wasn’t sure how I felt about Maggie; was she still the kid next door? Was she my disciplinarian? But we couldn’t talk about what went on Thursday evenings outside of my spanking room. I really didn’t know what to get her, let alone how to view our relationship now that I went over her lap weekly! So I explained my feelings to mom. She smiled at me, and said: “Alan, we’ll just get her two gifts, one for the way you felt about her before she took over your spankings, and one for her in her current role.” I had no clue what mom was talking about, but I just nodded my head, hoping to get out of the store soon, and head back home. Here I was now, going to have to get TWO presents, I heaved with a big sigh. Mom noted my attitude. So I went to find a gift for Maggie “kid next door” and mom went to find the gift for Maggie in her new role. We went our separate ways, dad coming along with me, and mom heading her own way. Mom met up with us in the stuffed animal section, as I selected a large stuffed tiger as my gift to her. The present mom got her was already gift wrapped. We made it home in time for me to enjoy some time outdoors shooting baskets with Maggie.

Thursday rolled around soon enough, and I had been on my best behavior over the past week. Maggie said I wouldn’t forget that last spanking, and she certainly was right! The list of my misdeeds prepared by mom was fairly short; I guess my butt-blistering of last week had its desired effect on my behavior! But before I left, mom handed me the gift wrapped present she had selected for Maggie’s birthday, the special one for the role Maggie now played in my life. Mom explained this gift would have more meaning if I presented it to her on Thursday night. I just shrugged my shoulders as mom kissed me on the cheek, and told me to give Maggie the present as soon as I entered my spanking room. I hurried over to the Baron house, knowing I’d been a pretty good boy; therefore my spanking should be light. I opened the door without knocking as I’d been instructed to do, and headed downstairs. Maggie met me at the bottom of the steps as I turned to go into the laundry room to strip. She was wearing short shorts; a shirt tied back revealing her stomach, and was barefoot. I remembered what mom said, and presented the wrapped birthday gift to her as I kicked off my shoes.

Maggie smiled, shook the present, and headed into my spanking room. I was naked in nothing flat, and bounded into my spanking room, plopping down on the floor in front of a grinning Maggie. “Alan, this is so nice, but you know my birthday party is Saturday afternoon, don’t you?” To which I replied: “My mom thought it best to give you this present today, she picked it out, but I have one for you at your party too! Before we begin, why don’t you open it up? I really don’t know exactly what it is either! I kind of guess it’s really from my mom, and not me.” With that, Maggie carefully unwrapped the gift, boys tend to tear into the wrapping paper; girls just seem to take their time. I rose up on my knees to get a better look at just what this mystery gift was. As box was opened up, I wondered just why mom would give Maggie a wooden hairbrush and a long handled bath brush! But there was a note from mom; it said “Dearest Maggie, I want you to have these gifts carefully selected for you. When Alan needs some extra correction, like he did last week, use these brushes instead of hurting your hands! You can keep the hairbrush on the table down there and hang the bath brush up in the laundry room. No one will question either one, but Alan will certainly know what they really mean! Enjoy, have a happy birthday, and why don’t you try them out today?” Signed by my mom! My heart went into my throat as I saw Maggie do a double take reading the note again, then smile and grip the hairbrush! “Well, Alan, let’s get started…tell me about your week.” I grimaced as I quickly asked if she was really going to use that on me! Maggie just nodded, tapping her left hand with the brush, and told me to sit down and continue with our evening. I shuddered as I recounted my week, noting that I’d really not done anything bad, that I was actually pretty good! When I was done, Maggie asked a few questions about what I’d said, and then told me to get up, over her lap. I couldn’t believe that I was erect. Why would I get aroused when Maggie had those brushes ready to smack me? I reluctantly placed myself over her bare legs.

Maggie took her time positioning me, wiggling her legs, shifting me forward and back. This had a rather maddening effect on me, all the wiggling and friction on my penis had me starting to get that same feeling I had on Sunday when I had an orgasm, dry orgasm, as I applied suntan lotion to my penis and scrotum! I couldn’t help myself as I began to wiggle and move my hips faster and faster! Maggie must have realized what I was doing, as she began moving her legs in time with my wiggling, firmly pushing my back down with her left hand as her right hand quickly jiggled my bare buttocks! From deep inside, I felt a stirring welling up! My feet wiggled and my toes curled and uncurled as my wiggling reached a crescendo! From deep inside, I began grunting, remembering what dad had told me, I let it all out in a loud moaning howl. I felt my penis throbbing as I soared into ecstasy in my youthful orgasm! I don’t think anything came out of my penis this time. Maggie was more than stunned as she asked me how I felt! “Alan, did you just have an orgasm? Are you having anything come out of your penis yet? What’s going on?” I just gasped for air, sighing and panting, noticing my erection was very sensitive as it still throbbed on Maggie’s legs.

Maggie had me slide off of her lap to my knees on the floor. She was grinning from ear to ear! “Did I do that to you? What did I do that brought you to an orgasm?” I was still coming down from my orgasmic high, and had deep feelings of embarrassment and a highly sensitive penis. After all, this was one of the first orgasms of my life, and here I was, draped across the lap of a girl! I felt vulnerable as I once again assumed the position of sitting on the floor in front of Maggie. When I’d caught my breath, I sheepishly looked up into her now flushed face and sparkling eyes. Maggie was at least as knowledgeable as I on the topic of boys and puberty. We both looked to see if I had leaked anything, there was moisture on the end of my penis, but nothing noticeable. Maggie smiled, telling me that we should try this again on her birthday! Then it was up on her lap once again, this time she began a light, playful spanking which brought my erection back to its hard state once again. But then she took hold of the hairbrush, and applied a couple of very hard smacks, causing me to jump around. “Very effective” was all she said as she had me slide off of her lap. Instead of immediately going to the wall, Maggie told me to kneel on the couch, with my back facing her. I was a bit puzzled by this, but quickly complied. She had me place my hands on the wall in front of me, and totally unannounced, I felt the distinct and loud smack of the bath brush making connection with my cheeks! I cried out both in pain and in shock as she landed two more blows, each harder than the previous one! Maggie stopped, helped me up, tussled my hair, hugged me, and had me watch as she carefully placed the hairbrush on the table, telling me it will always be handy this way, ready to use on me in a moment’s notice! Then I went to the wall as I heard her finding a place to hang the bath brush in the laundry room. She quickly ran upstairs and I heard her in a loud, excited voice telling her mother about the great birthday presents she received, and how well “they” were received by me! Then Maggie asked her mom to come downstairs with her and talk with us as we had our milk and cookies.

Mrs. B and Maggie came downstairs with a plate filled with cookies and two glasses of milk. They had me sit on the floor in front of the couch where they both sat down. Maggie then told her mother about my fledgling orgasm over her lap, to which Mrs. Baron smiled, nodded her head and said, “I know, I know! You could hear Alan moaning on the next street! I figured that’s what was going on after seeing him on Sunday.” I just looked at the floor and blushed a deep shade of red. “Don’t you be embarrassed about your orgasms Alan, they’re perfectly normal. I want you to feel comfortable here, don’t you worry! Do either of you have any questions?” I felt too embarrassed to ask anything, but Maggie brought up a couple. I was told to stand before her and was used once again, as a model, with much pointing to my penis and scrotum. Then it was time to get dressed and head home.

What a weird series of feelings I’d had this time! I felt the awful sting of the hairbrush, the utterly painful smack of the bath brush; the joy of giving a gift; the release of an orgasm; and the embarrassment of realizing I was having all of this under the tutelage of Maggie! When I got home, I related all of this to mom, who smiled at me and told me I was growing up! I was confused…if I was growing up, why did I need to have a spanking every week? I just sighed, and did my homework.

Saturday arrived, the day of Maggie’s birthday party. Since it was such a nice day, they moved the party to the pool area. Lots of kids showed up, both boys and girls. I had my new swimming suit on underneath my shorts and wore a nice t-shirt as well, but decided to go barefoot. I was one of the most casual guests at the party. Maggie was the only other one who was barefoot, and most of the other kids came at least in school clothes! I felt sorely underdressed, but since I knew all the kids, it wasn’t too bad. Maggie got lots of gifts of all kinds, and you could tell the age of 12 was one where you weren’t a kid any longer, but you weren’t a grown up either! She got a microscope (she loved science), a neat Polaroid camera, and a few stuffed animalsas well as gifts I just can’t remember. Then it was time for us to jump in the pool.

As it turns out, my new swim suit was perhaps the shortest, skimpiest one any of the boys wore. While I didn’t really hear anything about it, I became aware that I was different; most of the other boys were wearing those baggy shorts. We had quite a bit of fun in the pool playing all sorts of games. I also noted a few of the other kids were flirting with each other. I was attracted to a rather shy girl in our class, Diane. When I noticed her, I realized my penis had gotten erect once again. With the tight fitting, skimpy suit, the outline of my erection was evident! I tried to stay in the cool water as long as possible, and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist when I finally got out of the pool. I tried to talk with Diane like I saw other kids do when they were flirting, but I was so tongue tied, nothing seemed to come out right! Maggie noticed and smiled, but said nothing. It was a great party, with good grilled out food prepared by Mr. and Mrs. B. But good things come to a close, and the party broke up before I could get up the courage to really talk to Diane.

I told my folks how much I enjoyed the party, and then went to take a shower. My erection bounced back after thinking about Diane, and I began to rub it in the shower. I soon found myself moaning loudly, and my body jerking as I had another orgasm. This time, though I wasn’t sure because of the shower, I thought I might have produced something that might have squirted from my penis! I guess I took a long shower, or perhaps my moaning was loud, as mom stuck her head in the bathroom and asked if I was OK, and suggested that I leave some hot water for the next person to take a shower!

I that night, I dreamed about Diane. As a matter of fact, I began dreaming of Diane for the next few nights! Then, on Wednesday night, something happened to me; while I was dreaming, it was so vivid! I felt as though I was really with Diane, and as happened every time I thought of Diane, I had an erection. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning drenched with sweat, and also realized I’d had an orgasm that produced semen! Yup, I had my first wet dream! Thursday morning, mom noticed my sheets when she came in to get me up for school. We sat down and had a talk about what had happened; I’d had a “nocturnal emission” or “wet dream” and had produced semen. I was embarrassed as mom explained it all to me as she stripped the sheets off of the bed. This wasn’t a regular laundry day, but she took the sheets anyway. I could tell this was interrupting her routine, and I felt sorry about it, but she just smiled and told me that I was growing up.

I figured this was something that was personal, something that like masturbation was to be kept private. I didn’t really think about bringing to the attention of Maggie, and didn’t really think it was something that needed to be covered in our weekly sessions before she administered my spanking. After all, I’d been a pretty good boy that week, enjoyed Maggie’s birthday party, done all of my chores, and held up some pretty good grades for the end of the year. School was ending next week, and I’d done fairly well. I was actually proud of my grades, and really felt that my spanking this week was going to be pretty light. In that vein, I looked forward to heading over to the Baron house that evening, but I wasn’t really ready for what mom decided to tell them!

(The End)