When I was a Kid 8

When I was a Kid... Chapter 8

By Redbuns

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Chapter 8

The weekend was filled with rain and cooler weather. There was no swimming in the Baron pool for anyone. When Monday rolled around, I was looking forward to my swimming lesson at the “Y” but not the dinner that would follow. It was to be in celebration of my maturation, my entry into puberty, my wet dreams, ultimately my being able to produce semen! The worst part was Maggie being invited along with us. I moped the whole day while mom was fussing over what I should wear, over what dad should wear, and she kept looking at a paper that she kept from me. She kept it downstairs in the laundry room. I just tried to goof around, waiting until my swimming class.

When dad came home, mom had decided we were going out shopping for some new clothes for me to wear. I really disliked going clothes shopping, and I was already dreading this meal. I wasn’t a very well behaved boy as we went from store to store, finally getting a suit, two shirts, and a tie for me to wear. I know I was being a butthead, but my patience was running thin. Fortunately for me, time for my swimming class arrived, and we all headed to the “Y” where I scampered into the boy’s locker room, quickly doffed my clothes and headed through the showers to the pool. Dad followed me into the locker room, carrying my new clothes which he placed in the locker where I’d just hung my regular clothes.

I needed to have some sort of fun, some sort of “me” time before I was going to be forced to put up with my parents and Maggie making some sort of a big deal about my being able to have an orgasm, and as Maggie put it…”squirt” all over the place! I wanted to just have some fun and take my mind off of what was going to happen. I guess I really enjoyed myself, the time spent in the pool seemed way too short, and in nothing flat, it was time to shower, dress in my new clothes, and head out to the meal. My dad met me in the locker room and helped me as I attempted to tie that blasted tie…why couldn’t they have purchased a clip-on tie for me? He noticed that I was very uptight about this, but he cautioned me to just go along, to not make waves, not embarrass mom, not to make a scene, and most of all, be a polite gentleman. Dad gathered up my regular clothes as we headed out of the locker room, and into the car.

Mom was smiling as we pulled into the Baron driveway. She told me to get out and walk Maggie to the car. I sulked as I walked up to the front door. Maggie was waiting for me. She was wearing a very pretty pleated dress, and she looked absolutely gorgeous! I could feel my erection beginning to strain my new pants. I really never thought of Maggie in this fashion before, and especially now with her being my disciplinarian, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to feel anything like this toward her. I gulped as I greeted her and told her she looked “great” as we left. Heck, I even opened the car door for her, something I’d never done before!

In the car, mom and Maggie carried on some small talk, and I could see that dad was getting more and more uncomfortable. When we reached the restaurant, I found out we had reservations in a private room. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a horrible time after all! We were all ushered to that private room with smiles and nods from the wait staff. I kind of liked the attention we were getting, and for a moment, forgot just why we were there. When we made it to our room, the table was set in an elegant way, much fancier than I’d ever seen other than in the movies!

After being seated, the waitress came in to take our drink orders, and to my surprise, mom ordered for dad without asking him, then Maggie ordered for me! It seemed as if the roles were reversed, at least the roles that existed decades ago; mom and Maggie were taking charge of dad and me. I could see that although dad was uncomfortable with this in public, it was apparent to me mom and dad acted like this at home. The more I thought about this, the more I remembered mom taking charge on many occasions. I recalled his conversation with me right after Maggie started to take over my discipline where he admitted mom spanked him. I looked at him, watching him being nervous as mom smiled at him; then I glanced at Maggie…she was smiling from ear to ear in a rather authorative manner. I gulped a little, wondering just what was going to be in store for dad and me.

Mom opened up the flap on her large purse, and produced some papers. Apparently she had drawn up an agreement for Maggie to take over my discipline! It basically stated that Maggie was to give me a standard weekly spanking for which she would be paid a weekly stipend of $2.00 (which was a pretty good amount of money for a 12 year old at that time!) and would also be paid an extra $1.00 for every punishment spanking that I needed over and above our weekly get-together, this was more than I received for my weekly allowance! At the bottom of that paragraph, she and dad were to sign on one side, Maggie on the other. I just sat there kind of dumbfounded that my parents would do something like this! At this point, the waitress came in with our drinks. Mom asked her if she wouldn’t mind witnessing some signatures and then read over the document once again, this time to the wide eyed waitress! In no time, all those parties signed on the appropriate lines and then mom turned the page. This next document indicated that these weekly spankings were to remain within the bounds of both families with the option of making my spankings more public should the need arise. That need was to be left to the discretion of Maggie but mom should be notified prior to the spanking! I quickly gulped my water as I began to realize these spankings weren’t always going to be “private” but could be witnessed by others with mom’s consent.

I began to squirm in my seat! It was bad enough to be spanked by mom; worse when mom spanked me in front of my teacher; worse yet when Maggie took over and spanked me in front of mom and her mother; and now Maggie was going to have the right to spank me in front of other witnesses. I had to ask, “So how does Maggie determine who gets to witness my spankings?” To which mom replied, “She and I will make that determination Alan; it’s no business of yours who can watch. Maggie will be totally in charge and at the proper and correct moments, if she decides for your best interest that someone else is present, your spanking could be done in front of someone else!” I looked to dad for some help here, but he just blushed and looked down. The waitress seemed to have gotten over her initial reaction and looked down smiling knowingly as I slunk further and further into my chair. Then they signed on the bottom of that page.

Certainly there couldn’t be more pages, could there?

Mom produced another page, and the waitress pulled up a chair, sitting right next to me. This one concerned my swimming naked in their pool; that I’d swim naked in their pool as long as I didn’t have pubic hair on display. I figured this one was almost a moot point as I was sure to start growing hair down there any day now. But of course, mom had her plans. This document was to agree to my being shaved down there, beginning as soon as possible. It seems mom really wanted to at least keep the image that I was a little boy. My dad just nervously kept quiet, staring down at the floor. I sure began to understand why dad did so many things for mom…I realized she was really the head of our household.

The ultimate in humiliation for me was the document about my masturbation habits and how Maggie was to keep up with them, and in addition, Maggie was now encouraged to participate “hands-on” as it were, when she felt it appropriate! Maggie actually had her cheeks redden a bit when this part was discussed. Mom said, “you’ve seen him do it, you know how it’s done, and you know what happens to him, so feel free to go ahead and try it yourself, you may find yourself enjoying it more than you think!” At this point, I totally lost it and began to protest loudly, to which my parents just sat back and let me vent. Maggie simply crossed her arms, glared at me, and waited for me to stop. I realized that I was going to pay dearly for my attitude. I quickly lost my appetite as I realized I’d gone too far! The waitress finished signing her portion of the documents, smiled at mom and Maggie, and told them “I’ll pull the door shut for privacy if you wish, and don’t worry, I’ll knock before I come back with your food. Don’t worry about any noise; I’ll turn the music up in the larger room.” Then, winking at Maggie, she left our room, pulling the door shut behind her.

I looked around, mom was glaring at me, Maggie stood up, and even my dad was giving me a stern look. Maggie walked over to the next table, pulled out one of the chairs, and told me to stand up and strip! I began begging her to not do this in a restaurant, “Please Maggie, I’ll be good for the rest of the evening! Don’t do this to me here! People will hear! I promise to respect all of you from now on!” But this did no good. Mom and dad just sat there, watching and waiting to see just what was going to happen. All my begging and pleading was to no avail, as Maggie replied in a calm voice, “As it now stands, you’ll most likely be standing when we eat. If you don’t want to be seen butt-naked over my knee when the waitress comes back, you’d better get undressed and over my knee right now mister! You’re going to get a good one now, one to remember, and I don’t care if anyone hears or sees you. So get those clothes off NOW!” I began overtly crying as I quickly slipped off my shoes and socks, took off my sport coat and tie, then unbuttoned my shirt. Before I got to my pants, I thought I’d better fold my clothes as neatly as I could, then I continued. Now, Maggie was accustomed to seeing me naked, mom certainly was and dad had no problems with my nudity, but I was almost shuddering thinking about the waitress coming back in, so I quickly removed my slacks and underwear, carefully folding and placing all my clothes on an unused chair, with my socks stuffed in my shoes which I placed under the chair.

I was beginning to cry as I walked to Maggie who was now sitting in the chair. Even though this was a punishment, and I was totally embarrassed to have to be spanked in one of the private rooms in a restaurant, I couldn’t help my erection. What didn’t help matters was the fact that there were windows in this room! Windows that opened to the back part of the parking lot! Fortunately for me, there were few cars parked there. I sobbed audibly as I stood next to Maggie; she hiked up her pleated skirt to bare her legs, grabbed my shoulder, and guided me over her lap. My erection kind of got in the way, and she had me stop for a moment as she took hold of my penis, tucking it between her knees. She used her left hand to grab hold of my right arm, pinning it to my back. Then she began! Previously Maggie had seemed to warm-up a bit, to get used to the situation, but that night, she began very powerfully and I flinched and bucked at the first smack to my cheeks! I was crying by the second smack. Maggie encouraged me to let it out, to cry as much as I felt necessary this time, and believe me, in no time, I was almost shouting as the loud smacks rained down on my reddening butt! While I had notions of being quiet, I couldn’t hold back, this was just too painful and too embarrassing! I didn’t even think that my carrying on was actually that loud. It seemed to be much louder in the Baron basement in my spanking room down there. Here, well, there was carpeting, drapes, and lots of cloth, it seemed to dampen my shouts…at least I thought it did.

Maggie kept this up for a few minutes, then slowed down for what I thought was going to be the end, however, she had me stand up, move to her other side, drape me across her lap in the other direction, and she continued my spanking with her other hand, giving her dominant one a rest! I was bawling like a little baby, sobbing and crying as smack after smack rained down on my naked buttocks. I was carrying on so much that I didn’t hear the knock at the door as our waitress returned with salads for us! I felt like passing out! I was that humiliated as Maggie just kept up the pace. I couldn’t lift my head to look towards the waitress, but continued to bawl even more.

Hunger won out. Maggie stopped my spanking and I rolled off of her lap, landing on my knees. My butt was on fire, and there were no cool tiles to sit on, just thick carpeting. I began my spanking dance as Maggie explained my punishment would continue when we got home. There was no hugging, no assurance of pardon from my actions, just an order for me to go stand facing the wall in full view of the window! My shoulders were heaving as I complied with her orders. I was crying very loudly as I was spanked, and now my tears mixed with snot as I stood facing the wall. I began to calm down as I heard my parents and Maggie begin to dine on their salads.

The waitress came in again and asked if “the bad boy” was going to eat or should she remove the salad? A small discussion began, with my dad asking if I could at least be able to eat. After all, dining out this evening was supposed to be a celebration, not an evening of punishment…even though I deserved it. Mom and Maggie reluctantly agreed, and I was allowed to come to the table, but my butt was still stinging from the severe spanking, that I asked if I could just remain standing while I ate. The waitress smiled at me as I turned and walked to our table. She came up to me, patted my glowing bottom and smiled, then left to bring our main course.

While my appetite left me as soon as I went over Maggie’s lap, I nibbled a bit at my salad. I did gulp down the glass of water, which our waitress refilled as she brought out our main course. With the meal, came a more relaxed atmosphere. While I certainly wasn’t comfortable be naked with my red buttocks on display in a restaurant, even though it was a private room, I began to calm down. As I tasted my meal, I realized that I was very hungry and began to enjoy my food. Table talk quickly turned to matters other than my misbehavior. I was brought back into the reality of the situation when the waitress returned to freshen our drinks and ask if we were ready for dessert. Apparently mom had pre-arranged for a cake at the restaurant to celebrate my advance into adolescence. The waitress also commented on my reddened behind, telling Maggie she did a great job! Then she looked me in the eyes and said; “Don’t be too embarrassed by this, you have people who want to bring you up in the right way. In a manner of speaking, you’re with people who really do love you and care about you…don’t you ever forget that!” Then she left to get the cake.

Mom asked me if I was able to take a seat, or would I prefer to remain standing. Before I could respond, she had me turn around so she could take a closer look at Maggie’s handiwork. Mom smiled at Maggie and just said “I know we have the right person taking care of Alan. When we get back home you can continue, but for the time being, I think Alan should get dressed.” Maggie smiled and nodded. So I gently put my pants back on over my smarting butt cheeks and gingerly took a seat before the waitress returned with our cake. Then mom told me I would be getting a gift or two, that made me think the worst of the evening was over, but I was wrong…what I received was truly humiliating!

(The End)