When I was a Kid 6

When I was a Kid... Chapter 6

By Redbuns

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Chapter 6

I knew I’d been a very good boy this past week, and I’d done most everything asked without talking back. I even did a few extra chores around the house without being asked! If ever I’d had a good behavior week in the eyes of mom, it most certainly had been this past week. However, I felt guilty about my wet dream messing up the sheets on my bed, and mom taking the time to launder them, even though it wasn’t the regular laundry day. But I also felt proud; proud that I was turning into a man! I was growing, and I’m almost sure I had a penis that was larger than most of the other guys my age when I took my swimming lessons. All this both made me feel happy that I was maturing, but also made me feel awkward. I felt out of control with the wet dream. At least the few times I masturbated, I could feel for the most part, that I was in control; the wet dream, well, it was scary because I had no idea that it was happening until it was over, and then there was the mess to deal with.

All through school that day, I couldn’t help but thinking about this. That day also happened to be the last day of school for the year! The other kids were anxious about the end of school and looking forward to the summer break, I guess we were all having varied thoughts, so my distant, starry eyed attitude wasn’t noticed as being too out of the ordinary! What did concern me was how I would be handling puberty, as well as what role Maggie would be having in it.

Maggie and I walked home together after school, and when got home, I noticed mom still had the sheets from my bed hanging on the clothes line. Maggie knew it wasn’t our regular washday, and she asked me about it. I couldn’t lie, and told her about my wet dream. Maggie smiled and told me she’d enjoy seeing me later on! For some reason, that seemed to excite me, and of course, I immediately got an erection! Mom met me when I entered our house, telling me we were going to plan a dinner to celebrate my entry into puberty! I was more than taken aback…I really didn’t think this was something to boast to the world, to enjoy with a meal, to celebrate. It was a wet dream, an embarrassment and not something I thought warranted dining out! But mom would have none of that. Mom decided that after my swimming lesson on Monday, she’d make arrangements for us to go to a nice place and celebrate. Now I really didn’t want to go, and I told her so. “Nonsense Alan; this is a once in a lifetime event, something that should be welcomed! This is for your benefit, mark my words, someday you’ll thank me for it!” But I continued my protest, whining that I’d be embarrassed if anyone knew why we were celebrating! Mom just shook her head and told me she was going to plan this out, and would also invite someone special to come along! I had to ask, even though I somehow knew…yep, it was Maggie! Maggie was going along with us to celebrate my entry into puberty! I was now really embarrassed! I thought this was supposed to be a private matter; I was confused and felt my stomach clench. I didn’t even want to go outside and play, for fear of seeing Maggie, but I was told to go out and bring in the sheets, and make my bed. I did this quickly, but not quick enough as Maggie bounded over to me: “Alan, your mom invited me to go out to dinner with your family Monday. She said it was in honor of your coming of age! I’m looking forward to the meal she says it’s going to be at a fancy restaurant!” I just blushed and looked away as I mumbled something about having to make my bed. I was more than rude to her as I scurried back inside, leaving Maggie standing out there with her hands on her hips.

Remember, my mom was a woman who was really obsessive. She had a schedule for most everything and laundry was one of the things on her schedule for Mondays, you’d better not get something really dirty requiring additional laundry on days when it wasn’t time to do the laundry. My first wet dream wasn’t on the night before laundry day. Mom was a bit upset about it; more than a bit upset. But, she sat me down and we talked. It was embarrassing as she suggested that I take matters in hand as it were and masturbate more frequently so she didn’t have sheets to do on days when it wasn’t laundry day. In a sense, I was lucky to have a mom who understood what adolescent boys liked to do! But unfortunately for me, I had a wet dream again! While mom wasn’t furious with me, she was concerned about this.

When I came back in with my sheets, and started to make my bed, mom came in to talk with me. She was not happy about doing sheets on non-laundry days. I tried to apologize and say that I was sorry, but she had another idea. Since my dreams were of a sexual nature, she figured that I needed a release, so from now on I was to masturbate daily so as to try and not have those wet dreams! To make matters worse, she told me to include the details of my wet dreams and her solution to the issue when I met with Maggie for my weekly spanking! Here I was, nearly 12 years old, learning to do what 12 year old boys liked to do the most, and I was going to have to share this with Maggie, the girl next door? To top that off, mom and Mrs. Baron talked about this during the day when Maggie and I were in school before my Thursday spanking visit.

After dinner, instead of handing me a list of my transgressions, to my horror, mom was going to walk over with me to talk this over with Maggie and Mrs. Baron. It seemed as if mom was going to include the female Baron’s for this discussion!

It was a very warm spring day, and mom had suggested that for the ease of all involved, that I should wear the least amount of clothing as I felt comfortable, so I figured that since I always ended up naked, I’d just wore a pair of shorts with no underwear over there. Now when we got down there, I quickly slipped out of my shorts. I not only had Maggie, but an audience of both mom and Mrs. Baron as I padded into the spanking room and had a seat on the floor in front of Maggie. Mom began the discussion by explaining she was going to require me to talk about my masturbation over the past week. Mrs. Baron asked Maggie if she knew exactly how boys masturbated, and Maggie explained that while she’d read of how boys do it, she’d never really understood it. She’d seen me have an orgasm, but not by masturbating. At that point, I realized what was coming next, and my penis literally jumped at the implication that I’d be called upon to show Maggie how I beat off! Yup, that’s exactly what mom and Mrs. Baron indicated I was to do, to show Maggie how guys masturbated! So, I rose up on my knees, grabbed my penis, and began pumping. In perhaps less than a minute, I was feeling that great tingling coming from deep in my gut, and grunted and moaned loudly, very loudly, as I began spurting. Maggie was a bit wide eyed as I literally shook as I had my orgasm, making quite a mess on the tile floor in front of me. I was in another world, not caring who was around, or who saw me; this was perhaps the best orgasm of my life up to that point and I just shut out the world, instead focusing on my experience. I felt fairly embarrassed thinking only of myself. As I came down from my orgasmic high, I saw a grin on Maggie’s face from ear to ear! Mrs. Baron told me in a rather authoritative tone, to get a towel and clean up the mess I’d made. I sheepishly obeyed as the adult women once again, explained the male orgasm to Maggie. Here I was, feeling as if I was nothing more than a science experiment for Maggie as I was on my hands and knees, cleaning up the mess that I’d made.

Then I sat down on the floor in front of Maggie to go over my week. While I was basically good, Maggie dwelt on my being rude to her just a few hours before, saying I was going to pay for my lack of respect; I feared what was heading my way as she reached for the hairbrush. Then it was over her knee for my spanking. I remember that first spanking after having masturbated; it seemed as if the pain was more intense, perhaps it was due to the embarrassment of beating off in front of Maggie, mom, and Mrs. Baron. It seemed as if the stinging from the hairbrush was much more intense now, and I remembered to try and keep still but I couldn’t keep my legs from kicking, nor could I keep from crying and pleading for Maggie to stop. I have to admit, I was a very loud kid when it came to spankings and when I was coming! Maggie just kept talking to me throughout the spanking, telling me I’d better learn some manners. She didn’t go on as long or as hard as I think she could have, perhaps because she had an audience of mom and her mother. When my spanking was over and I got off of her lap, Maggie hugged me and told me I was growing up, but that still didn’t mean I wouldn’t get discipline when needed. Before I could make a move to head to the wall, mom told me to stand facing Maggie. She told both Maggie and me, that beginning from this day forward, I was to include my masturbatory habits in our weekly pre-spanking discussions, and that I was to have regular orgasms. At this point, I was the one to ask, “How many is it to be considered regular?” And mom said “well, it seems as if you might have wet dreams each night doesn’t it? So I guess at least once a day for a while. Maggie, what do you think?” She just looked at mom and her mother with kind of a quizzical look. Mrs. Baron shrugged her shoulders, saying “I don’t have a son, I have no clue, but I think it’s great that Maggie will have such a wonderful opportunity.” I turned a deeper shade of red as I stood there naked, my butt cheeks still smarting from my spanking, with those females discussing my private habits. I was told to go and face the wall as they continued to discuss my masturbation habits as if I wasn’t there! I recall thinking that I was being treated as if I was not there at all, or that I was inferior, or as if I was but a small child. I couldn’t help it and I got another erection as I stood there listening to them. This was noticed as Maggie asked if I could have another orgasm, to which mom said, “It’s now up to you, if he’s going to do it every day, perhaps we start with having him do it say at least 10 times a week. What do you think Alan, do you think you could do this 10 times a week? Or more? Less?” I blushed a deep shade of red, hung my head in shame, looked down at my bare feet, and didn’t answer her. Maggie chimed in with, “How about we start with a minimum of 10 times a week, and if he needs more, we’ll go for more. Does that sound doable Alan?” I just looked at the floor, tapping my bare feet, rocking slowly back and forth, and nodded in assent. Then Maggie said, “If I feel you aren’t doing it enough, I’ll tell you to jack off, you do it, and you do it when I tell you to. Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete, no one will have to know. It’s summer I think you’d be able to just sneak behind a bush or something if we’re outdoors or in the park or playground. I think perhaps I’ll have you masturbate when we meet for your spankings too. You just keep it up… ha ha! You know what I mean! From what I understand about boys, you really like to do this, don’t you? So when I tell you that it’s time for you to start playing with yourself, just like you boys like to do, you go ahead right away, at the first opportunity, or you’ll pay the price!” Mom just nodded in agreement. Maggie said; “OK, get started and do it again. I really like to see it when you squirt.” With no further encouragement, I stood there, taking matters in hand so to speak, bent my knees a bit, and sheepishly began pumping again. As I began, Mrs. Baron was the one to suggest that I should announce when I was about to come so everyone would know, and mom agreed, even when I was doing it at home, that I should also make that announcement so she’d know I was keeping up with it! I couldn’t believe this; I was going to have to announce it? I was already really letting go with my moaning, so now I was also to give everyone warning! I was almost at the point of no return and shouted out “I’m coming,” moaned very loudly, and grunted, once again, coming in spurts! All three women smiled as I shook the last drop of semen from my penis, my heart racing and my breathing coming in short pants as I regained my senses! Maggie stood up and patted my bare butt, telling me “Good Boy! Good Boy” like one would do when a dog did a trick! Mrs. B sternly told me to once again, clean up the puddles on the floor. So, grabbing the towel I’d used before, I cleaned up my mess, with four red cheeks, my bottom from Maggie’s spanking, and my face from embarrassment. Maggie hugged me, telling me that I was being such a good boy, that I was a good sport, and she really enjoyed seeing me play with myself. Maggie tussled my hair and told everyone she had a new nickname for me; squirt! I was a bit taken aback as she patted me on my bare butt. Then mom, Mrs. Baron, and Maggie went upstairs to get cookies and milk for us all as I once again faced the wall.

I could hear them, talking in muted tones, some giggles by Maggie, and some good natured adult laughter. Maggie came back down alone, with a plate of cookies and two small glasses of milk. She invited told me to have a seat on the floor. She explained that since we were both maturing in our own ways, making new friends and hanging out with others, that she’d be discrete in this relationship. She was beginning to hang out more with her girlfriends, and I was hanging out more and more with the guys, but whatever the summer held for us, we’d get together on Thursday evenings for these sessions. I explained that tomorrow, there was a pickup game down at the playground at the school at 11:00, and she was surely invited to join the neighborhood kids, though most of them were boys. Maggie smiled and said she’d think about it. We finished our milk and cookies, I slipped my shorts back on over my rosy cheeks, and joined mom upstairs.

As mom and I headed back home, mom explained that I shouldn’t act so embarrassed when Maggie disciplined me. “That’s just the way boys are, you guys need to know someone is there watching you, and that there are consequences for your actions. As far as your messy orgasms, well, that comes with puberty. Wet dreams and masturbation are a large part of growing up, and I just want you to enjoy this time of your life while helping Maggie learn and mature too. But you must remember, you males need a strong hand to keep you on track, and I firmly believe Maggie is the best thing for you right now.” As we entered our house, mom suggested I lose my shorts unless I was planning on going somewhere. I knew it would feel better on my hot cheeks if I took them off, so I spent the rest of the evening watching TV lying on my stomach with my smarting butt cooling off. I thought about masturbating before going to bed, but I kind of felt as though the two orgasms I had next door took care of that for me. I slipped my naked body between the sheets and fell into a satisfied slumber.

(The End)